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artificial-transmutations · 6 months

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Idea: My fantasy is to be forcibly transformed from a young, affluent, VERY clean, well-educated, well groomed, well dressed white corporate executive into a VERY dirty uneducated garbageman. I must be forced to surrender my corporate career, my car, my office, my name, my money, my expensive formal business suit and tie, my wristwatch and polished black dress shoes and even my dress socks, along the way to my new real life.

Boardroom to trash bins

You glance at the golden watch on your left wrist and decide to walk a little faster.

You are not late - yet - but the board meeting is too important to be late to. Of course, on the other hand, you can't walk so fast that you would break a sweat. The thought alone of arriving at meeting room with beads of sweat on your forehead or, God forbid, a damp spot on your dress shirt is even worse than coming a minute or two late. That, at least, you can blame on the traffic, which is not even wrong. Your expensive German car has been stuck behind a garbage truck for a good ten minutes. Inacceptable, of course. You would expect the city to schedule such annoying but probably necessary services at night, when there is no traffic that could be slowed down by it.

After all, you have a reputation to uphold! You are Jameson Pierce, son of the millionaire and successful investor James Pierce. You are also the owner and CEO of one of the most prominent investment companies, Pierce&Co.

You have the best business education money can buy and your decisions influence the fate of thousands of employees of yours. You don't arrive late to board meetings like that!

Still, there is no reason to get agitated yet. If the lift is free, you will arrive perfectly on time.

As you quickly make your way over the office parking lot that is being overshadowed by the 50 story skyscraper you own, you almost collide with an old man in a blue uniform, who is blocking the way into the building by picking up refuse from the ground. Apparently, the wind has knocked over the garbage can next to the entrance, and all the contents have scattered on the pavement. The old man is just bending down to pick up the cans and garbage bags and put them back in the bin.

"Out of the way!" you blurt. Usually, you are nicer to your employees by just curtly ignoring them, but this old man is blocking your way and moves slow as a snail.

"Of course, sir, right away!" he says with a toothless smile, and you almost gag. The old man is disgusting! He looks as if he has been sleeping on the street, and the smell of booze emanating from him makes that assumption very likely. You briefly wonder if he even works for you and decide that if so, he needs to be disciplined for his appearance.

However, you are interrupted by his next sentence.

"I just need to pick up all that garbage here. You could help, sir, that would make it quicker."

What? This filthy old drunkard dares to ask you for help? The audacity!

"Out of my way!" you repeat and push the old man aside. You are now standing directly in front of the revolving door, ready to enter your company's building. Behind you, you can hear the old man mumbling something and then start cackling, like a maniac.

You shrug it off. The man is lucky you don't have time for that right now, as you carefully navigate through the scattered items on the ground. You need to be extra careful not to ruin your thousand dollar shoes or dress pants by stepping into something sticky and foul-smelling.

Even if you weren't in a hurry, there's no way Jameson Pierce would bend down to pick up garbage. You are reasonably proud to have never touched anything that has been in a bin - that's what employees are for, not managers like you.

The board meeting continues as bad as the day had started. It is way too warm in the meeting room and you can't prevent a single drop of sweat forming on your forehead. Of course, you wipe it away with your silk handkerchief and hope nobody has noticed, but that's not the only thing going wrong. Twice in your report, you find yourself at a loss of words. Instead of using the correct technical term, you have to verbally set back half a sentence and explain what you mean in simpler words. How very, very embarrassing.

It comes as no surprise that, when the meeting is finally over, you are in a particularly bad mood. Sadly, the old man from before has left, otherwise you would have fired him on the spot as a therapeutic action.

On the way to your car, you call your secretary to cancel all further appointments today, but as you try to ring the number, you just get the message that no connection could be made.

Just great. So, your office phone system has broken down as well. Angrily, you get in your car to drive over to your office yourself.

You don't get very far. Halfway on the way to your office, there is a grinding noise from the engine and then, your car just stops. Right in the middle of the street. You almost can't believe your bad luck. Angrily, you hit the steering wheel, sounding the horn in the process, but it's no use. Trying to ignore the honking from outside and the rude gestures of drivers finding their way around you, you reach into your pocket to call the car dealership. Luckily, you're well covered for such situations.

You stare blankly at the device in your hand. This isn't your cell phone. Instead of the brand new current flagship model with the big Pineapple on the back, you are looking at the cheap plastic of a no-name device with a cracked screen that is probably ten years old.

"What the...?"

You frantically search all of your pockets, but they are all empty.

You can't help but feel as if you have gone insane. No, there has to be a rational explanation. You have probably just pocketed the wrong phone when you were at the board meeting. Of course, there are immediately nagging voices in your mind that remind you that you had tried to call your office just before getting in the car, or that surely nobody at the board meeting would have such a phone, but you decide to tune them out.

Your office is now only two blocks away. There, you have your tablet with all of your contacts. You can call the car dealership to care for the car and then just end this horrible day.

You get out of the car and ignore the shouting from the other drivers. A line of cars has formed behind your expensive Mercedes, but you ignore that as well and begin to walk. Two blocks don’t sound too bad, but it is a hot day, and you feel uncomfortable quickly. You have to loosen your tie because it feels constricting around your neck. That's not the only piece of clothing feeling wrong. Your step feels heavier, and you have to scratch yourself multiple times, trying to readjust the expensive Italian dress shirt, which is suddenly not sitting right.

Finally, you arrive at your office building. You don't even want to look down on yourself. You can feel your shirt clinging to your body and you feel disgusted by your appearance. Good thing this will all be over soon.

As you approach the elevator, you notice that you don't have your wallet at the ready - you must have forgotten it at the car. Ignoring the fact that you just now have realized the lack of its weight and the fact that you never leave your wallet in your car, you go to the reception for an elevator.

The receptionist, a perfectly styled young woman, watches as you approach and smiles.

"Hello Sir, what can I do for you today?"

"An elevator to my office." you say, adding a "Please." although you don't really feel like it.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but what exactly is your office?"

You look at the receptionist dumbfounded.

"My office." You repeat slower now.

"I don't know you sir, you need to be more specific." The young woman smiles.

That's it.

"What do you mean you don't know me?!" You shout. "I own this fucking place. It is me, Jameson Pierce! Now call me an elevator and then pack your things, you are fired!"

The receptionist looks at you as if she was dealing with a madman.

"Sir, you are not in the company register and I'm sorry, but if you don't leave the premises immediately, I'll call security."

"What are you talking about? I have an office on the 50th floor, which is where I need to go!"

"You can't have an office there, sir, that is the executive offices. Now, please leave."

"Listen, girl." you lean closer, invading her space. "Call. Me. An. Elevator. Or else."

The young woman doesn't even flinch. She presses the intercom and speaks with a steady voice: "Security, there is a madman in the lobby. Please come and remove him."

"You little...", you start, but the young woman is done talking to you. Instead, she turns away and starts to file her nails, waiting for security, which arrives some seconds later.

"Good!" You address the bulky Black man in the dark security uniform. "Could you please tell the girl that I have an office on the top floor."

"I don't think so." the man replies, "But I can show you the exit. Follow me, Sir."

"No. I am the CEO. I own the company! My father James Pierce gave it to me!"

The security guard shrugs his shoulders and takes hold of your arm.

"As far as I know, Mr. Pierce has no children. Leave the premises, Sir."

"But... you can't treat me like that! Do you know who I am?"

The Black man doesn't reply, instead, he begins dragging you towards the door. Unsurprisingly, he is much stronger than you, and your expensive shoes drag over the marble tiles.

"You can't do this!" You yell. "I will sue the company! You will all lose your jobs, just watch!"

"Whatever you say, Sir." The man pushes you outside the building. You stumble a little and then turn around, but the door is already closing.

"Fuck you!" You shout after the guard.

You take a deep breath. Whatever is going on here, it's not good. What to do.

After some consideration, you decide to grab your wallet from your car and take a cab home. There, you will deal with all of this.

As you arrive at your car again, you come just in time to see it being towed away. All running behind it and shouting does not help. You almost cry as you see the towing truck disappear around a corner, along with your car, your wallet and everything else you left in there. As you turn around to leave the scene and walk home, the next disaster is already waiting for you. There is a muddy sinkhole in the sidewalk, left over from some construction work and you don't notice it until it's too late. The next moment, you find your right leg standing in stinking mud all up to your knee. You try to free your leg, of course, and it works, sort of. With a smacking noise, the mud swallows your right shoe whole and leaves you with one dirty sock.

This day can't possibly get any worse, you think, but you are wrong.

Half an hour later, you have to admit that you got lost entirely. You are in a part of the city you have not been in before. Usually, you navigate the city with your cars GPS, but that is not available. You try to use the cheap phone to find out where you are (stoically ignoring the fact that it unlocks just fine with your fingerprint) but the only thing you find is that whoever owns the device has not paid for mobile data. You are offline. You could, of course, ask someone, but it takes some courage to ask a stranger where you are, especially in your current state.

Finally, you realize that you have to ask someone if you want to get home anytime soon. Right now, you find yourself in front of a landfill, which is both a blessing and a curse. It smells absolutely disgusting, but at least the people working here should have a good idea on how you can get home.

You enter the building with the grimy walls and look around.

"Hello?", you ask into the empty room. You are just about to leave again, when a burly man comes from the back. He is at least a head taller than you and twice as broad. His clothing is dirty, and you can see tufts of body hair coming out the top of his shirt and his armpits. Absolutely revolting.

The man looks at you for a second before shrugging his shoulder.

"Whatever." he says. "What's your name, kid?"

Needless to say, you are confused. "I am Jameson Pierce. Could you please..."

However, the big man interrupts you again. "Fancy name. I'll call you Jerry, okay? Come with me, I'll show you around."

"Wh-what do you mean?", you stutter but follow the man automatically.

"You're the new hire, aren't you? Gotta say, you're pretty scrawny, Jerry. But the job has no requirements, so if you don't mind getting your hands dirty, you're gonna fit in fine. Here are the lockers. The name's Hank, by the way."

You look around. You are in a room with a dozen dirty lockers. There is a foul stench everywhere and you have to suppress the urge to gag.

"No, I'm not new here. And I don't want to work here, or get my hands dirty!" you protest, but Hank ignores your lamenting.

"It's not gonna be easy finding an overall in your size, but we have a few small ones here as well. By the way, the overalls are shared with the other boys, hope you don't mind. Ah here. Try this one."

Hank throws you an overall. It is, in theory, blue, but both your nose as well as your eyes tell you one thing: It is entirely unwashed. For days, possibly for weeks. The clothing reeks of sweat, dirt, piss and probably even more things that you don't even want to know about.

"What's wrong with you? I am not gonna wear that."

"Well, what did you think when you came here?" Hank is clearly amused. "You can't work in these clothes of yours, even if they are dirty enough. Come on, strip, while I look for boots."

"I won't do that." you say. However, Hank is already gone. You don't think about it too much and begin to take off your expensive clothes. It is almost painful, but for some reason you... have to? It's a difficult to describe feeling. The dirty blue overall is sitting next to you on the locker room bench and is almost inviting you. You can't help it. You just have to strip. Soon, you stand in the dirty locker room clad in only your silk boxer shorts. You didn't notice that every piece of clothing you have taken off somehow changed. Your expensive dress shirt became a cheap t-shirt with stains on it. Your pants turned into a pair of ripped jeans and your golden wrist watch just... vanished.

"If I were you, I would be going commando." Hank, who had returned with a pair of work boots you can smell from over there, comments. "You're going to move around a lot. Besides, all the boys are doing it.

You look at the overall again, almost gagging now. Some other guys have worn it, rubbing their bare asses and dicks into the fabric. And Hank expects you to do the same. Suddenly, you remember the smell. Sweat, piss and other smells. You shudder. You shudder in... anticipation? As you automatically lower your boxer shorts (who turn into plain cotton briefs as you do), you can feel yourself growing hard at the thought of stepping into this dirty overall. At the same time, you are disgusted beyond measure.

Still, it's almost like your arms are on auto-pilot as you step into the overall and pull it up around your naked body, until the disgusting smell envelops you.

"Glad you like it." Hank grins and playfully grabs your very obvious erection through the dirty fabric. "You might want to meet up with some of the boys here in the locker room after shift, I hear some of them need to release some steam after a good shift. Now, come on. Pull the boots and get moving, we don't have time to waste."

You stare blankly at the big man as you realize what he just said.

"Wait." you stutter. "You think... You think I'm..."

"You're gay." Hank interrupts. "No worries. A lot of the boys are."

You can't believe what he's saying. Gay? You?

"But I am not!"

Hank doesn't even seem surprised.

"You might want to tell that to your hard cock. Anyway. Boots."

He tosses the dirty boots in front of you, and you find yourself bending down to pull them up. They are a little bit too large and feel like they are made of rubber, not leather. As soon as you have both of them on, Hank nods approvingly and then grabs you by the arm, pulling you out of the locker room and towards the garbage truck.

The next few hours pass quickly. The other men (it seems the job has exclusively male company) are friendly but don't go easy on the "newcomer". Everybody calls you Jerry and you have to do the most disgusting work you have ever done: Hauling full bins to the truck, sorting through garbage, cleaning up spilled garbage from the streets. Still, nobody is complaining and so you don't, either. After all, there are more pressing concerns: You feel dirty, your whole body is covered in a thick layer of sweat and dust. Your hands are filthy, and so is your face. And the worst part of it all is: A part of you is enjoying it, a lot. At first, the part is strictly physical. You have a boner pretty much the whole time, and whenever you need to do something especially disgusting, it visibly and violently throbs against your work pants - a fact that doesn't escape the rest of the boys.

After a while, though, more changes set in. The full bins appear to become lighter and easier to move. Of course, that isn't the case: Your muscles grow in front of your eyes, and the overall, that was a bit too big, fits better and better. Hair starts to grow on your chest, your legs and arms, and stubble forms in your face. Your carefully maintained hairstyle dissolves into an unkempt mess on your head.

But the changes don't stop there. Overall, you feel like you are getting more and more youthful. You weren't terribly old to begin with, in your mid-thirties, but a strange energy makes you feel more like end-twenties, mid-twenties and finally, like a man who just turned 21.

At the same time, however, your personality changes as well. You start to talk less and less, and when you do, the words aren't quite as sharp as before. Your education slips away with every word you say, and your vocabulary is replaced by slang, often with a bit of swearing. It becomes more and more difficult to think, too. The boys quickly pick up on this and joke around you not being the sharpest. It's not that they're wrong. You're dumb, if you're being honest. School wasn't for you, so you dropped out at some point. Bit by bit, you really become Jerry, the dumb, sweaty, smelly garbageman. And Jerry, unlike Jameson, enjoys the dirt around him. You can hardly remember being a clean and smart businessman, and that's alright with you. Even though your thoughts are slower, however, the memories of your former self are not gone entirely. Every once in a while, you remember who you used to be. But at the latest when the shift ends and you and the rest of the horny boys are going to the locker room, you decide that this is, indeed, a simpler and a better life.

There is literally a metric ton of more pictures here, in my tip jar - variations of Jerry at the end. If you like my writing, consider joining the riot page for a tip (and ocassional additional pictures)

#male transformation #muscle transformation #dumbing down #straight to gay

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ihave-atummyache · 4 months

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he’s not my boyfriend

Kim Seungmin Imagine

summary: seungmin isn’t your boyfriend but he could fool everyone in the room into thinking otherwise.

SFW (: a few suggestive comments made but otherwise PG-13

2.2k words

this was actually a dream that i had that i feel like needed to be brought to life. the kim seungmin brainrot is so mf real rn. he’s like all i think abt at the moment. bias wrecker? more like life wrecker rn😔

also i could write a really disgusting nsfw pt 2 to this like just filthy.

i have ideas……

“Okay. I get it. Yes sir. I won’t get that drunk,” you roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest.

“Y/n. I’m serious. Just listen to me for once,” Seungmin’s tone is full of annoyance and you throw your hands in the air before turning away from him and opening the door to the party.

You make a beeline for the kitchen and grab the first bottle of liquor you see, tossing back what could be considered a shot but was probably more equivalent to three. You slam the bottle down and scrunch your face up as the liquid burns your throat.

“Woah there! No hello? Just straight for the liquor?” you hear the voice beside you and turn your head, a small smile making its way to your face.

“I’m proving a point, Lix,” you mutter out and toss back another huge gulp of the liquor before screwing the top back on and placing it back where you found it. You turn around and lean against the kitchen counter. Felix mirrors you and leans on the counter beside you.

“To who?” He questions, taking a sip from his own drink and you turn your head to face him.

“Take a wild guess,” you grumble and cross your arms over your chest again. You scan the room, looking for your Seungmin but with no luck.

“Your boyfriend… right,” he states matter-a-factly before he brings his cup up to his lips again to hide his smirk and you nudge him with your shoulder, making the drink slosh around in his cup.

“Hey! He isn’t my boyfriend!” You object and Felix looks over at you again with a raised eyebrow.

“Right because we spend every free moment we have with our friends. We always go on dates and bring each other to events as friends. I also bicker like an old married couple with my friends. And let’s not forget I always have sex with my fr-”

“Okay! I get it. Shut up,” you roll your eyes as a drunken giggle makes its way to your throat. The alcohol was definitely starting to make its appearance known.

“I just want to strangle him so bad,” You suddenly confess and put your hands out in front of you, mocking how you would strangle him.

“Like as a sex thing or like-”

“No, Felix! Not as a sex thing!” you can’t stop the laugh from bubbling out of your throat. Felix mirrors your laugh and looks over at you again.

“So what is this point you are trying to prove to him?” he suddenly seems curious and you groan, turning around to face the counter and grabbing the liquor bottle again.

“He claims that I don’t handle alcohol well. He says I get all flirty with everyone and suddenly everyone is paying attention to me. To which I said I can prove him wrong! To which he said that if I drink tonight he will not be very happy with me. Fucking asshole,” you murmur the last part but a chuckle still leaves Felix’s chest.

“In his defense-”

“Don’t defend him! You’re on my side!” You object and toss the liquor back, swallowing another gulp and he puts a finger out towards you.

“Woah. Hold on. I’m not on anyone’s side! This doesn’t have anything to do with me!” He tries to defend himself and you roll your eyes at him.

“You suck,” you grumble and wrap your hand around the liquor bottle before wrapping your free hand around his wrist and dragging him with you.

“Let’s go play a game!”

You two head to the living room and when you walk in, you finally land your eyes on your Seungmin. He is leaned back in an armchair with a beer in one hand and his legs are spread, making his lap look deliciously inviting.

As if he can sense you just walked into the room his eyes glance over and immediately lock with yours before he notices the liquor bottle in one hand and Felix in your other hand. You can practically hear him scoff from across the room before his tongue starts poking into his cheek and he looks away to continue his conversation.

“Dick,” you mumble out to yourself before you pull Felix to where people are sitting in a circle with a bottle in the middle. You lean down next to Hyunjin.

“Watcha playin’?” You whisper out and he nearly jumps out of his skin at your voice. He turn’s quickly, his hand gripping his chest.

“Jesus, y/n! Give a little warning before you sneak up on a guy!” He takes a dramatic deep breath and you chuckle in response, “Truth or dare. Come join!” He insists and grabs your hips, pulling you to sit next to him. He turns to Felix and grabs his hand, pulling him to sit on the other side of him. The seating leaves you sandwiched between Hyunjin and some guy that you haven’t met before.

“Let me go first!” You burst out, your voice bubbly and very happy from the effect of the alcohol coursing through your veins. You naturally draw the attention of the room but when you’ve been drinking, it’s like your presence demands everyone’s attention. Which is exactly what Seungmin hates.

He doesn’t like the idea of his girl having the attention of anyone besides him.

“Go ahead, love,” Hyunjin smiles at you and you smile back, leaning forward and spinning the bottle. You bite down on your lip as the bottle spins and when it lands on the stranger next to you, you happily turn to face him, a grin on your face.

“Truth or dare?” You are practically bouncing in your seat in anticipation.

“Do you even know my name?” He chuckles out and you wave your hand, dismissively.

“Unimportant! Focus on the matter at hand,” You put your hands on his shoulders to force him to look at you before continuing, “Truth or dare, mister!” you giggle out and he thinks for a second, silence falling upon the circle.

“Mmm, dare,” he finally decides and a devilish smirk crosses your face. You have a few go-to dares and this is one of your favorites.

“I dare you to flirt with the prettiest girl here. It has to be genuine,” you point a finger at him as the circle erupts into giggles and whooping.

“I would, but the way your boyfriend has been looking at me since you sat next to me has me scared to say another word to you,” He confesses and his eyes dart behind you. Your eyebrows drop into a furrow at the statement.

You turn around to see who he is talking about and are met with the pissed off not so happy face of your Seungmin. He is still in the arm chair but his elbows are resting on his knees, his beer is dangling in his hands between his knees and his lips are tucked into his mouth. You turn back around as soon as you realize how crazy he looks, sending chills up your spine.

“Oh him?” You point a thumb over your shoulder, “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my,” you pause, moving your hands in front of you to look for the word, but nothing comes to you. “Seungmin. He’s just my Seungmin,” you try to conclude and you can hear Felix stifle a laugh on the other side of Hyunjin, making you stick a middle finger up at him, over your shoulder.

“So its okay if I flirt with you?” He question, his brows raising at the question.

“If you think I’m the prettiest girl in the room then yeah. That’s how the game works,” you shrug and a smirk covers his face. He scoots slightly closer to you and reaches up to touch your cheek but before his fingertips can touch you, there’s a strong grip on his wrist.

“That’s enough.” Seungmin’s voice comes from above you and you look up at him. He has a death grip on the poor kid’s wrist and in your drunken state you don’t process exactly how pissed he is.

You wrap your hand around the back of Seungmin’s thigh and pull him slightly closer to you, almost instinctively. He locks eyes with you before he tosses the guy’s hand out of his grip. Seungmin leans down and grabs you by the top of your arm, pulling you to your feet. He pulls you closer to him and leans into your ear his breath fanning down your neck.

Hyunjin immediately starts to speak to the circle, distracting everyone from the scene unfolding. Everyone is just drunk enough for the distraction to work.

“Do you want to go home?” Seungmin’s tone is low, obviously angry and you shake your head immediately.

“Then fucking behave.” His voice comes out through clenched teeth and you gulp, nodding quickly. He releases the grip he has on your arm and rubs a thumb over where he was holding you gently.

“Have a seat and be a good girl,” His voice is a little louder and Hyunjin glances up at the two of you for a moment. Seungmin scratches the top of your head and turns away from you. You quickly turn and sit back in your spot next to Hyunjin. You reach for your liquor bottle but just before you can grab it, Seungmin’s hand wraps around the bottle and he takes it with him.

You look up at him with a pout to complain but he holds s finger up at you, making you snap your mouth shut. He raises his eyebrows and mouths ‘behave’ at you one more time before retreating back to his spot at the arm chair.

You clear your throat and smile at the group, clapping your hands together. You turn to face Hyunjin and Felix and they’re both looking at you with smirks on their face.

“‘Not your boyfriend’ my ass,” Felix mumbles and you squint at him. You cross your arms over your chest, a bit unhappy that you had your drink taken away. You glance over at Seungmin and he is already engaged in a conversation with someone beside him.

He’s sitting back in his manspread again and you bite down on your lip. The liquor bottle that you so desperately want is tucked into the chair beside him and you sigh, turning back to the game.

The game is fun, a bunch of people getting dared to post things or kiss but as it went on, you found yourself getting more and more sober. Which means that these drunk games were beginning to get more and more boring.

“Ugh. I’ll be back. I need that bottle,” you lean over and complain to Hyunjin who just nods at you, much to drunk to probably even realize you are talking. You push yourself to your feet and walk over to your Seungmin. As you approach him, he glances over at you before continuing his conversation.

Once you reach him, as if he has been reading your mind all night, he pats his lap twice. He never breaks eye contact with the person he’s having a conversation with. Not even when you’re obeying his command and settling yourself in his lap.

“Minnieeee,” you whine out and dig next to him, freeing the liquor bottle from its confines. He still doesn’t fully face you, just glancing at you as you take a swig.

“Minnie….” you try again as the liquor warms your belly, making you let out a giggle to yourself. You wrap your arm around his neck when he still doesn’t pay you any attention and begin to twirl his chain with your other hand.

“Minnie!” you whisper shout at him and he looks up at the person he’s having a conversation with.

“Hold that thought,” he holds a finger up to them before turning his attention to you, “What, princess? You want my attention now? All the other attention you were getting wasn’t enough?” his voice is low enough that you know only you can hear it. Your face falls into a pout and you nod your head at him.

“Missed you s’much,” you grumble and unwrap your hand from his chain to push his hair away from his face.

“Mm. I’ve been right here all night, bub,” he wraps his arm around your hips, letting his hand settle on top of your thigh.

“Still,” you can admit that you get a little whiny and needy when you’ve been drinking, especially if you’re with your Seungmin. He just brings something out of you.

“Still nothing. You’ve had plenty of attention. I’ve been in this chair all night. Don’t be greedy for my attention, brat,” he’s joking and you can tell but there is also some seriousness behind his tone. You can’t deny that you have been acting like a brat.

“I wish you were in me all night,” you suddenly confess, big puppy dog eyes on display and Seungmin raises his eyebrows, a smirk forming on his face.

“I thought I told you to behave,” he challenges you and your lip drops out into a pout. His eyes dart down to your mouth, he can’t help finding the scene in front of him adorable.

“You’re lucky you’re cute. Let’s get out of here so I can be in you all night. How does that sound?” he asks you and you immediately lighten up, a grin covering your face as you nod, vigorously.

“Okay. Go say your goodbyes. Make sure they know that my girl is going home with me,” he assures you and you nod, hopping out of his lap and rushing off to tell your friends goodbye.

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letshavedeernnertogether · 21 days

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Fragile

the plot is: you are a doll demon made of porcelain and you wonder how fragile you are, but you're also afraid to know the answer. fortunately alastor has no fear

tw: disgusting grotesque!!! dismembering or a very close to it, blood, biting, reader doesn't like their body (a demonic one), possibly grammar mistakes

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You were sitting at the bar with Angel, discussing your hell life. Husk poured drinks for you and Angel and for himself too. He knew that you didn't like to be drunk, but he also couldn't let you sit there without alcohol in your hand, so he made light cocktails for you, that didn't rush into your head, but they helped you to relax after a hard day.

That day Lucifer came to the Hotel. Before he came all the residents had to make a quick cleanup, cook some cookies, decorate the lobby. During this preparation an unpleasant thing happened to you, that set you thinking.

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You and Angel were responsibile for wellcoming banners (to one of them Angel add an inscription that made you choke with laughter, but you were not sure how would the king of hell react to it.) Angel was very tall but you were not, so you needed a step-ladder. You were told that that step-ladder was pretty old and you'd to be careful, as some of the screw were a little bit loosened. You were at the top of the step-ladder, trying to pin the banner to the wall, when suddenly your view had changed, like the ground had tilted. You understood that those damn screws had left their places, and now you were about to fall. You dropped the banner, wanted to grap the step-ladder, but it was too late, you had already lost the balance. You were in free fall.

"Caught ya!"

You opened your eyes to find yourself in Angel's arms. He looked at you with a smile.

"Lucky you, you have a long-armed fellow like me," He said, winking at you.

"Thanks," You murmured, embracing him by his neck.

He smiled and put you to the ground. Husk and Vaggie asked you if you were okay, and then you were sent to kitchen to help Nifty and Sir Pentious with cookies, while Angel and Husk were about finishing the decoration.

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This case set you thinking. You'd been here, in hell, only for a month and most time of this you spent in the Hotel. Before it you were wandering in streets of hell. Luckily, you'd never got in any trouble, never been hurt. It was great fortune, that for all these days you hadn't even got a scratch.

Before this day.

Technically, you were not harmed, but you could have. It was the first time you was so close to get injuries.

Placing a glass at the bar, you looked at your hand, purely white and smooth. You moved your fingers, clenched and uncleched your fist. Every move was accompanied with a quiet creak of your ball-and-socket joints.

You were not an ordinary demon. You were a doll-demon. A porcelain doll, to be more precise. Where your limbs used to bend, thanks to the joints between the bones under the layer of flesh and skin, there were ball-joints now. They were in your fingers, hands, elbows, shoulders, in your ankles, knees and in thighs. Knees were the most strange thing in your new body. Between your hips and shanks two ball-and-socket joints were placed, that were connected with a strange-shaped porcelain plate, which you could call rectangular. Thanks to this construction, your knees bended. The elbows were arranged in the same way. Your body gave you a feeling of uncanny valley, but these two parts you just hated, so you wore only long-sleeved clothes and long skirts or trousers.

Your eyes were round and big and had the same colour when you were alive. Eyelashes became longer and more rounded. You had a very tiny nose and very red lips, that had the same form from you earth life.

Your skin was pearly white, smooth and dull, as it was covered with a thin layer of flour. It was porcelain. And now you seriously thought about how fragile you were. Porcelain dolls were very fragile you believed, so were you, weren't you? What would have happened if Angel hadn't caught you? Would you just bruise yourself or would you be totally broken in many pieces? You didn't know even if you bleed. You felt touches, you could define what you touched. When you embraced Angel you felt his fur under your arms, and your body felt his arms around you. You felt warmth, cold, sharpnes or bluntness. Well, maybe not as good as others. When you put out a baking tray with your unprotected arms, even Nifty was in shock, when you said, that the tray was just a little bit warm.

So, your sense of touch was different from others. Because of your body. Because of what you were now.

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"A porcelain doll, you say?" He turned away from Charlie and looked at you, pushing his monocle, "A very fragile thing, hm?"

You were watching them. You had just arrived and Charlie introduced you to the residents. A tall, dressed all in red man, captivated you the moment you saw him. He was... Frightful. And now, as he was looking at you with a sinister smile, you couldn't make your heart beating slowlier.

Suddenly you heard a voice from the left, "Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, doll face, quite a pleasure!" He was shaking your hand already.

How was it possible?! A moment ago he stood in front of Charlie, several meters seperated you, you were looking at him and saw, that he didn't move, but somehow he materialized just beside you.

"It's a pleasure to-" You began, shaking his huge palm.

"A porcelain doll as I heard?" The demon interrupted you, "An owner of such an easily breakbale body, hm? Must needs a protector?"

You frowned, as you were not sure if it was a question or a statement, or what it actually meant.

"I mean, my dear," He saw your confusion and said with a predatory smile, lowing his statical voice, "that porcelain is a frigale material."

"Oh," You understood, "well, I don't know, sir, I haven't been in any troubles yet, that brought me any damage, so I don't know how breakable I am," You awkwardly chuckled. This man was interesting but also he was weird. Even creepy.

He sharply grabbed your forearm and exclaimed, "Then we could quickly check it right now, dear!"

"Nope!" You pulled out your hand very quickly, pressing it to the chest and covering with other hand, "No, no, no!"

He tilted his head still smiling. Did he ever not smile?

"I mean, that I'm just fine to be in ignorance, sir!" You said almost proudly.

"No need to be so official, dear. It seems I said to you my name, didn't I?"

Yes, he did. His name was Alastor. But it wasn't in your character to use the first name of a man, who was older than you for sure, right after you met. And also he still didn't know your name, as he interrupted you the moment you were about to introduce yourself.

"You did. But I didn't tell you my name-"

"There's no need, my dear." He leaned over you, "Dolls don't have names. Their owners give them ones."

And he walked away.

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It was your first conversation with the Radio Demon, and since then you hadn't comminuted much. You met each others in the hall or dining room, sometimes in private, but you never dared to say him more than "Hello!" or "How are you doing?" And it was okay. Almost okay. Since the first meeting he captivated you. You'd like to know him better, to be even friends maybe. But you we're not sure how to start, and moreover it seemed, that he didn't like to talk with you a lot. So you didn't try. But his gaze always followed you. You were sure, that even if he wasn't present, he still was there.

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Angel and Husk were looking at you, as you still clenched and unclenched your fist. They were tipsy and fascinated by your movements.

"And what are you doing, kid?" Asked Husk finally, taking his eyes off your hand.

"Just thinking."

"About what?" Angel also stopped staring at your hand and tried to focus his gaze on your snow white face.

"About me. And you. And you, too," You pointed at your friends in turn. "About the demons..."

"It's senseless, kid," Husk took a bottle and started to dust it down.

"Look, you are a cat, and you are a spider. And why are you like this?" You said, throwing your hands.

They looked at you, frowing. It was obviously, that you were the only one who cared about such things. Maybe it was because you were a new one in hell.

"Why indeed, doll face?" Angel chuckled.

"Angel, stop. You know, I don't like it."

"C'mon! I just wanted to tease you."

"Don't do it, Angel," said Husk, wiping glasses and pouring another drink to him.

You gratefully looked at him. Husk always knew what was on one's mind and heart, and he knew how bad made you feel such forms of address to you. Anything that reminded you of your essence.

"All riiiiight!" Angel rolled his eyes up. "Why are you like this?"

"Like what?" You said.

"Don't like jokes," He said seriously.

"Go to hell, Angel!"

"Calm down, kid," Husk said calmy but loud enough for you both heard him. "Just tell us what's on your mind."

You glanced at him. Since the day you got here you couldn't stop thinking about your body, about your essence. You believed that demons had appearance that described their essence when they were alive. But you couldn't understand why you were a doll.

"Well..." You started.

"C'mon, toots, don't keep in your feelings," Angel was seriously just like Husk and a little bit tipsy.

"Ok," You sighed, "I just don't understand myself. Don't understand who I am. Or what I am... I don't know what to expect. I think about my essence. Why am I a doll? And do I really?.. I mean, I don't even know what is under the porcelain! Is the flesh? Or emptiness? Am I even alive if this is so? Could I really have died today, if Angel hadn't caught me? Could I crash? Or what if I didn't die, but just broke something? I don't even know if I bleed!" The more you spoke, the faster your speech became. In the end you just sighed, "I'd like to know..."

Your interlocutors were confused.

"Don't give her alcohol, she turns into a depressed masochist," Angel said.

"Did I hear someone said bleed?" A voice from behind made you jump up on your stool. You quickly turned to the sound, "Oh, Alastor!"

"How much has he heard? Everything, I suppose..." You thought.

He stood behind you from the right and looked at you widely smiling.

"How are you?" You asked, because this silence, that nobody dared to break, was unbearable, and also you indeed wondered how did he feel after meeting Lucifer. Their meeting was... It was just awful.

"Oh, I'm fine, my dear, thank you for asking," He adjusted his monocle, still looking at you. His sharp smile gave you shivers down your spine. He didn't take his eyes off you.

Husk lowered his eyes and said, "That's nothing interesting, boss."

Angel was drinking his cocktail.

"Is that?" Alastor looked at him for a second, but then his gaze came back to you, "I believe, that whatever our fragile friend says is quite interesting."

"Well, you didn't see but I almost fell today-" You had began, before Alastor interrupted you. Did it really bring him that much pleasure?

"My dear, I saw everything! And your dreadfull fall too. I'm glad that your friend caught you. Who knows what the consequences could be?"

Did he really knew everything that happened in the hotel?

"Well... You're right. This case made me think of the consequences."

"Now you mind to be in ignorance, doll?" He tilted his head. You understood he still remembered your first meeting and first conversation.

"It seems..." You murmured not really sure.

"Then..." Alastor ran his claws over your hand. His breath tickled your ear.

"Stop it." Said Husk.

Alastor turned his head to him. His left hand was still on your forearm. His gloves were leather.

"Excuse me?"

Husk massaged the bridge of his nose, "It was a long day for all of us. It's time we went to bed."

You heard that crackling near your ear became louder and you said, "Yes! I also think so!"

You jumped off from the stool, "Good night everyone!" and walked away.

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It was a very hot day in hell and it became even hotter after you had finished cleaning your room. Of course Nifty was responsible for this, but you didn't like when your things were touched. So Nifty only dusted your room, removed stain out of the furniture if you left some, and carried the trash out. But all the papers, cups, plates, and clothes, that was scattered all over the place... You had to take care of all this yourself.

After you cleaned the room, you took a shower and changed the clothes. You put on palazzos, that were so wide they looked like a skirt, and a shirt and rolled up the sleeves. After the clean up you understood how many books were in your room, that you hadn't read, and that, you knew, you wouldn't read. So it was time to borrow them back to the hotel library. You took one stack of books and left the room.

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Pressing books to your chest you carefully stepped on the first step of the stairs. You tried to peek out from behind the books, but then they began to wobble, and you had to pull them closer to yourself. There was no way to watch underfoot and not to drop the books. You slowly walked down, when a toe of your shoe stuck in something and you completely lost the balance. Books fell on the red carpet and you rolled down the stairs.

You heard quickly steps coming near, as you were lying on a landing. A pair of someone's hands raised you a little. You felt dizzy and leaned on them. You touched your forehead with your palm, as if that could stop the dizziness. Then you looked on your fingertips, excepting to see red wet stains on them, but all you saw was white porcelain. You didn't know whether to be happy about it or not. You were still leaning on someone's strong shoulders and were sure that it was Angel, but suddenly a sharp red claw ran down your cheeck slowly.

"Just a little crack, my dear, " His breath burnt your nape, "Nothing to worry about. You're much firmer than I thought."

You quickly turned to face him.

Alastor sat in front of you, holding you by your shoulders, so you wouldn't fall.

"I'm fine," You said and got to your feet, making him remove his hands, but felt a strong pain in your left ankle, and would definitely had fallen, if Alastor hadn't caught you.

"Seems like not totally fine, dear? Need some help?"

You leaned against his arm and looked at your ankle. You tried to stand on your aching foot but just a touch of your toes to the floor made a terrible pain ran through your leg. You gasped for breath and grasped Alastor's arm.

"Severe wound, darling," He said seriously, and it seemed for you, that your heard sympathy in his tone. "How could this happen?"

You didn't want to confess that you entangled in your own trouser legs.

Suddenly you didn't touch the floor anymore and found yourself in Alastor's arms. He glanced at you, and you felt like your cheeks turned red as the colour of his eyes. You turned away and looked at his bowtie and than looked at your knees. Alastor took your more comfortably; one his hand was on your back and other under your knees. Until this moment you'd never been carried in this way, as a princess, as a bride, as a doll. He passed by the books scattered all over the stairs.

"My books-" You said.

"Don't worry, little doll, they will be back on their places in the library."

"Okay," You only sighted.

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Alastor was carring you thought the hotel without stopping. His steps were long and fast and though he held you firm you were afraid to fall, so you put your hands around his neck.

"How do you feel, dear?"

You thought for a second and replied, "I'm fine now. I don't feel any pain when I..."

How to say it? When I don't touch the ground? When I'm carried by you?

"Well, no pain, when I don't need to use my hurt leg."

Alastor didn't answer anything and just hummed.

You asked yourself why didn't he use his shadow teleportation. And wait, did he missed your door?

"Um, Alastor, you've missed my room," You said.

"We're not heading for there, my dear."

He went up to the next floor. Were you heading for..?

He stopped in front of a door with a unique wood engraving depicting a deer in the forest. The animal was surrounded by the branches of the trees and the bushes, and it itself looked directly at the audience. Its antlers were branches too and singing birds sat on them. The silhouette of a hunter could be seen in the corner.

The door opened and Alastor, with you in his hands, entered.

It was the first time you saw his room. The first thing you saw was an evening forest. The room began with a usual quarter and than there was no wal, just a dark forest. Twilight had already covered all the century-old trees and everything plunged into blue shadows. The chill night wind barely kissed your cheeks. You looked around the room. It was in dark red colours with only the most necessary wooden furniture: a fireplace and two armchairs in front of it, a desk and a chair, a chaise longue with velvet cushions. On the walls there were a lot of empty frames, in some of them behind the glass there were leaves of fern. You saw a big bookcase, which had not only books on its shelves but also bones and skulls, dried flowers and candles. On a coffee table you saw a gramophone. There was a whole collection of records in the commode nearby.

The room was cozy and warm. Somehow you felt yourself here more comfortable than in your own room.

Alastor lay you on a chaise longue and sat next to you, so both of your legs were on his knees.

"Well, let's see what we have here. May I?" Said Alastor, asking to take off your shoe. You nodded. He untied a shoelace and took off the shoe. He took off his gloves, and examined your foot. His touches didn't bring you any pain. He softly touched your frigale skin, his long fingers ran up and down the side of your foot, studying you. His gaze was fixed on your joint.

"Strange..." He pronounced, not taking his eyes off from your ankle, "There is no blood, though I'm sure you're not blodless, otherwise you wouldn't blush so much every time I touch you." He looked at you with a sly smile, and you felt how your cheeks became more red.

He laughed, "Hahaha don't worry, dear, it just shows how modest and well-bred you are!"

"Maybe you could just do something with my leg? I actually don't understand what you're trying to do, as you're neither doctor nor doll-maker."

"Trust me, my dear, I know what I'm doing."

You only frowned.

"And what are you doing?"

He removed his hands from you and said, "Well, it seems that you've got severe damage, and the only solution is to replace the broken joint with a new one."

You glanced at him with your eyes wide open.

"How to replace..?"

"Like this," He said and pull your foot out.

You blinked. Didn't say anything. Didn't scream or cursed. Did he just..? But more importantly, there were no pain. How was it possible? You were torn between the thought that you didn’t feel anything and what he just did.

Alastor was looking at you with a smirk and than looked at the part of you that he held in his hand.

You kept silence, you just didn't know what to say. You were too shocked.

"You know, my dear," He said twisting your foot in his hands, "dismembering you doesn't satisfy me, as you act like you lost your tongue and your your limb."

You finally opened your mouth to speak, "It's... It's just shocked me... I didn't expect... This." By "this" you meant his action and your own feeling, or rather feelingless.

"Why, me doll! Your body keeps much more secrets then you think."

After that he removed broken ball-and-socket joint, and with his magic he made a new one, wooden, and put it on the place. Then he fastened the foot there.

All this surgery made you feel rather uncomfortable. You felt how grotesquely it was and it made you loathed the whole situation and your body. You felt the urge of crying.

"Well, my dear, test it!"

His voice suppressed your thoughts, and you tried to move your ankle.

"God, that's just perfect," You said with admiration.

The wooden ball in your leg moved freely without any pressure, it slid like it was oiled. And there were no pain.

You twisted your ankle a little more, understanding that it felt like your own joint, like it always was there. Only the dark colour and tree drawing made it clear that it wasn't yours from the start.

"Thank you," You said as you were about to get up, but then you saw Alastor's face and stopped. He was looking at you. His gaze was sharp and his smile was greedy. You swallowed.

"You don't think, my little doll, that I did it all for free, do you?"

You kept silence, hoping that he wouldn't ask the highest price for his help — your soul.

You didn't answer and he continued, slowly running his hand over your leg and leaning closer over you.

"My soul..?" You mumbled. You didn't even want to say it aloud, you only thought it, but Alastor heard it and exclaimed, drawing himself up, "Nonsense!" He grasped your palm, "Isn't the satisfaction of my curiosity a fair price for the help I offered for you? And moreover, I'm sure that this is favourable for you too, isn't it? I know you're still wondering what are you?"

He held your palm in his, tenderly and yet firmly. You knew he was right. You wanted to know. But you couldn't do it yourself. You wanted him to dispel your fears and all the mysteries.

You looked away and pronounced quietly, "Do it."

Alastor's smile became narrower and longer. He brought your hand closer to him and leaned towards it. His left hand rested on the chasie longue next to your waist, with his right hand he held your palm, turning the inner side of the forearm towards him. His mouth slowly got closer to your skin and you felt his hot breath.

You held your breath, when he opened his mouth and you saw his sharp teeth. They touched your skin, and you quietly took a breath. Alastor closed his eyes. Your skin was porcelain indeed, and his teeth didn't sink into your flesh immediately, as it had always happened before. You heard a quiet crack under his fangs and gasped. His fangs sank deep inside of you, so you couldn't see them anymore.

Your lips trembling, you were choking from pain and... pleasure. You couldn't deny, you liked him inside of you. He softly held your hand, playing with your fingers; his knees touched your legs. All these touches helped you not to focus on pain.

When Alastor slowly opened his eyes, you didn't notice his pupils right away. Did he roll his eyes with pleasure?

Looking at you from half-closed eyelids, Alastor pulled his teeth out of you. You saw his teeth were wet and red, red with your blood. You looked at your forearm and saw an oval red wound with several dark holes in it. A thin stream of blood flowed down, approaching your shoulder. Alastor ran his index finger up your arm, wiping the blood. It tickled. He raised his finger to his mouth and put it inside.

"Tasty," He said, putting his finger out of his mouth.

You felt dizzy. You felt that the ground was leaving from under you, although you were lying. The room became unbearably hot, you couldn’t get enough air.

Alastor closed his eyes again, leaning closer to your arm, but you pulled out your hand and pressed it your chest. Your shirt got stained.

"That's enough," You said and sat up.

Alastor didn't move, he was still sitting upon you, and you turned out face to face, so close that you could see each others in your eyes.

You glanced at his lips and saw a drop of blood in the corner of his mouth.

You slowly raised you healthy hand towards him and wiped the red stain with your thumb. Alastor was looking at you without blinking. You looked at blood and put your finger in your mouth, just as he did a minute ago. After a while you said "Not to my taste."

Alastor blinked and laughed leaning away from you, "Hahaha of course, my dear! Nobody loves their own taste."

You didn't know how to be. Alastor sat between your legs, and you couldn't read what he was about to do. The instinct of self-preservation told you, that it was better to get away, but nevertheless you wanted to give up and let him to do whatever he wanted to. Even if it meant, that you'd be eaten.

Alastor took you wounded hand and you understood what he was about to do.

"No!" You pull out your hand and smiled awkwardly, "I believe it was enough for the first time haha"

"If there was the first time, my dear, then there must be the second one, hmm? And the third one?" He leaned away from you, but his smile still held you.

"Maybe," You said and stood up. Alastor remained sitting.

You adjusted your sleeve as you walked so that no one could see the wound. And now you had to find a doll doctor or something. How to explain all this blood on your shirt to the residents if you meet them now?

When you came up to the door you heard Alastor's voice,

"You know, my dear, I haven't finished exploring your body."

You turned to him. Alastor sat, crossing his legs. One of his arms he laid on the back of the chaise longue and other one was on his knee. He didn't look at you, his gaze was focused on the forest.

"I still have so many questions..."

He said it more for himself and very quietly, almost without ordinary static sound. You didn't answer anything, and only thought about what could he do to you.

You turned away and left the room.

"Stupid doll," You thought.

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" 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 "

husk x fem!reader series (part 1)

summary: your soul is owned by alastor, and so is husk's. the two of you became friends when you first came to the hotel, and you try to hide the fact that alastor has your soul.

1.1k words, not proofread .

・❥ today was the day you began to live at this new hotel, that you came across while scrolling on twitter. you stood at the door, taking a deep breath before knocking. a blonde headed woman opened the door, smiling brightly at you. "HI!! YOU MUST BE (name) !!!" she beamed, grabbing your hand and shaking it. "yea.. that's mee" you giggled, her enthusiasm made you laugh.

"I'm charlie!! welcome to the hazbin hotel" she welcomed you in, helping you grab some of your bags and suitcases. you spotted a few people in the lobby of the hotel, their heads were all turned to you with amusement. "vaggie!! come meet the new hotel member come quick come quick!!" charlie fanned for vaggie to hurry to the door, as she walked over to you. "helloooo" the girl said calmly, an X over her eye which quickly caught your attention. "this is vaggie!! my girlfriend!!" charlie smiled, as she walked you over to the others. "this is angel, sir pentious, and nifty!!" they all waved or said their greetings, as you returned the smile and wave. "and over heree we have husk!" she walked you over to the bar, and your eyes met with this man named husk. "hiii!" you spoke first, a little more enthusiasm in talking to this one, he certainly caught your eye. "oh new person?" husk subtly waved at you, slightly smiling. this was new for husk.. he didn't normally smile. "yes! she'll be staying here for now on" charlie explained, you could've sworn a sparkle glazed across husk's eyes as charlie mentioned how you'd be staying here. "alright then..hello .....?" his words traveled off, wanting to greet you by your name but he didnt know it. you caught the hint of this, giving up your name. "oh my apologies, i'm (name) !" you shook his hand, returning the smile that had never left his face. "seems like you two are getting along! i'll catch up to you later (name) , got some papers to tend to! let me know if you need anything!" charlie spoke rather fast with her high pitched voice, but you somehow made out what she said and nodded.

you chuckled, smiling and turning around sitting at the bar. "soo uhh.." you mumbled, not knowing how to start a conversation. "what brings you here?" husk picked up a cloth, cleaning a glass that was set on a shelf. "well, i uhmm recently had a house fire. the entire house didn't burn down, but the majority of it did. and it wasn't a suitable living situation, so i decided to come here" you mumbled, the thought of your old house making your mood shift.

husk frowned, placing the glass down. "damn.. i'm sorry to hear about that , glad you're okay" he leaned on the bar top, looking at you. "thank you.. you know you don't seem like a bad person, you look angry though" you raised an eyebrow, also leaning on the bar top. "eh, i probably am most of the time. people always pissin' me off or doin stupid shit, life is life nowdays." he spoke lowly, but loud enough for you to hear. "mmh, i understand that. buttttt life is also what you make it, so cheer up and see where that road takes you yea?" you smiled, causing him to smile too. he straightened his posture from leaning, replying to your comment. "i like your mindset.. really makes me think" he was gaining a liking to you, you were easy to talk to and understanding.

you went to speak back, but suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. you flinched and looked up, seeing the person you've hated the most. alastor. "fuck fuckk why is he fucking here?" you thought in your mind , not even noticing the angry and disgusted facial expression you were giving alastor. "greetings (name)! i see you've come to my lovely hotel!" alastor spoke, his radio affect lacing his voice as he remained with the same grin he's had for years. you didn't say anything back, you just looked at him. glaring at him. "well what's with the face my dear? that's no way to look at your dear friend." you couldve sworn his smile got wider.

as alastor taunted you, husk glared at him, but glanced back at you confused on how the 2 of you know each other. "we're far from friends, don't try me." you snapped, turning back around looking at the counter with a blank stare. "in a bad mood today are we? it's alright dear, i'll let you and husker continue your conversation" alastor continued smiling as he walked off out of sight.

there was a few moments of silence between you and husk, but husk finally spoke up. "..you know him?" he looked at you with an eyebrow raised , curious about your response. "yea i uhmm uhh he's just an old uhh.. associate.." you stuttered, not wanting to spill the fact alastor owned your soul. "why'd you seem so irritated with him? something he did wrong?" husk questioned. "..well yes.. but no! but he kindaa did something? he kinda still does it.. well not really.. that's not really how you'd describe it. uhh.." you ranted, you were absolutely horrible at lying. you always start stuttering, or your words get mixed up and you talk fast.

"woah woah slow down.. if you don't wanna talk about it that's fine, seems to me like you're trying to force an answer out of yourself." god he was good at reading people..he explained exactly what you're doing. trying to force an answer out because you don't wanna hide any secrets from him, but the feeling of people knowing he owns your soul makes you a bit embarrassed, and upset. "i guess he's just.. i don't know.. i hate him." you mumbled, husk nodding in agreement. "i could say the same, i despise that man with everything in me." you laughed , as your conversation with him continued.

later, you walked down the hallways to your new room, attempting to find it. "221 221..where is 221.." you spoke in your mind, scanning the room numbers for your number. suddenly, you saw a green neon light coming from a certain hallway, and some distant chatter. you walked towards the hallway, confused with an eyebrow raised. you peeped around the corner with half of your body showing, as you felt at least 5 emotions jump around in your body.

you saw husk being pulled to alastor by a glowing green chain, as alastor looked more demonic than you'd saw earlier, you recognized alastors expression. it all came to you in an instant, your mind was scrambled, feeling fear, sadness, shock, and worry all at once.

"husk...?"

a/n: this was fun to write, ill try to make the next chapter a little longer but i got lazy towards the end of this, hope you enjoy it thooo

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punching-pentagrams · 1 month

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Talk to Me

Chapter 3

Lucifer x Fem Fallen Angel Reader Word Count: 3.5k CW: Angst, trauma, swearing, slow burn, enemies to lovers(ish?), mistrust, lies, curiousity

Chapter 2|Chapter 3|Chapter 4 (Updated through Chapter 5)

Before long, it was time for Lucifer to teleport back home for the night. He hugged his daughter and Vaggie goodbye, and gave a quick glare to Alastor before teleporting back home in his usual swirl of red smoke.

Once he was home he flopped on the bed and let out a long sigh. Lucifer was happy to be rebuilding his relationship with Charlie, the awkwardness of their reunion a few weeks ago had been slowly melting away, and he was really feeling like they were starting to get to know each other again. He just wished it was not on the brink of a war with Adam and his exorcists.

He had worried that Heaven would try retaliate at Charlie’s rehabilitation idea like they had with his many many years ago… but not like this. He felt the anxiety and frustrations start to rise in his body. Feelings of wishing she had just listened to him and not tried to push things with Heaven… but it was no use. He knew she was right. Things needed to change but he had just been too scared to fight, Heaven had beaten the passion out of him, leaving him with the fear of losing more. But, somehow, Charlie had been reigniting that spark in him. It was beautiful and utterly terrifying.

This upcoming battle put a new stressor on him that replaced the old stressor of how much he had missed his daughter, which somehow felt easier to manage, but in many other ways left him struggling within his mind in new ways. For so long he had be plagued by his past, watching sinners abuse the gift of free will he had given them, the separation of him from Lilith over the past seven years, the estrangement of his own daughter for what felt like most of her live. It left him dazed and disconnected from the world in general. Had left him with a growing void between himself, his kingdom, and the sinners he ruled. Sinners that he was ashamed to admit he despised at times. Having Charlie in his life again made it a little more tolerable, but if this upcoming battle did not pan out well, he was running the risk of losing her and everyone else for good, which would send him even deeper into the pit of his own mind.

But, in a way, that was another small new blessing in his life though, finding others to care about. Sinners even. He had been working on getting to know the other residents and staff at the hotel, and he enjoyed… most of them. He had been worried about that pornstar, Angel, trying to get up on his daughter, but he didn’t seem to do anything outside of a few pet-names for her, and him for that matter. Lucifer had also noticed Angel put a lot of their focus on Husk, the bartender. Lucifer crackled a small smile, he liked Husk, he was a no nonsense kinda guy but seemed to have a good heart, and a soft spot for others at the hotel. Sir Pentious was… interesting, an intelligent fool, which he could relate to. Niffty was… well she was good at cleaning, and a little terrifying. And Alastor… ugh, he couldn’t stand the guy, he clenched his fists at the thought of him. Lucifer knew that guy was up to something, and was not fond of how close his daughter had gotten to him… but he had to admit that he had been a big support to Charlie. He just knew that his actions were not selfless and it was all a fun little game for grabbing power.

Lucifer shook his head, he needed to be careful, he could get heated and obsess over his distain for Alastor if he was not careful. But the resident he was most curious about, was his daughter’s girlfriend, Vaggie. A fallen angel. It was odd because their falls had both been very different, his a physical fall from Heaven, her’s in an instance on the grounds of Hell themself, her status torn from her in a moment. But the mental pain of it all still the same. To have her wings torn off by those monsters, Adam and Lute, disgusting how they can be in the highest ranks of Heaven while people like her suffer, for sparing a fucking child!

Lucifer took another breath to slow down his thought process. That was a topic he needed to be careful about, his fall. That was a panic attack waiting to happen, a trauma he could never full process, even with Lilith even though she also fell with him. He pushed those thoughts away, as he always did, and decided it was probably time to get ready for bed. He went to go wash his face and change into pajamas.

His thoughts drift back to the hotel, then to what Charlie had mentioned about you, the newest addition to the hotel. His heart hurt to hear you had barely just arrived in Hell before getting attacked by other sinners so brutally. He had been curious about you, but understood that you might need some time to acclimate to Hell. He was just glad that you had found the hotel so soon after getting here. What sort of soul would be so keen on redemption soon after arriving in Hell? He tried hard not to immediately jump to thoughts of suspicion. All he knew is what Charlie told him, that you arrived sounding scared and hurt, and he hated that. He hating that he had created a realm that did that to people. He sighed, whenever you were ready to meet him, he wanted to do something nice to welcome you. He didn’t know what, but he would figure it out. For now, it was bed time.

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The next day, you were awoken by a knock on your door. You stretched and hobbled your way over to the door and opened it to find Charlie.

“Evening! How are you feeling?” She asked with a perky smile.

You cocked an eyebrow and yawned “A little better. Oh, is it dinner time?”

“Yes… but like… of the next day… it’s been over 24 hours since I last saw you… I left notes but you didn’t come out. I just wanted to make sure you were ok,” Charlie gave you an anxious grin.

Your eyes went wide, “24 hours?!” You looked at the ground and saw the few notes on the floor, “Oh Heav- I mean… Hells! Charlie, I’m sorry, I was asleep that whole time.”

Charlie laughed and swatted a hand “Oh gosh, it’s no trouble. If that’s all it was I’m just glad you were resting and healing, that’s all. I didn’t want you to miss out on eating so I just thought I would knock this time. Are you hungry?”

You were about to answer when your stomach did with a loud gurgle that was loud enough for both of you to hear. You both looked at your stomach, then at each other, then laughed.

“Is it uhh… is it ok if I eat in here though? I’m… still not ready to be out with others,” you asked sheepishly.

“Of course! We are having the last big rally before the battle downstairs so, it would probably be a bit overwhelming out there anyway. Let me go get you some food,” Charlie closed your door and ran down to the kitchen to grab you some of the food. You hated to admit it, but you were growing more tolerant of Charlie, possibly even enjoy her, though parts of your brain still worked to warn you about her. She seemed really genuine, and she couldn’t help but remind you of Emily. She seemed like someone who wanted to care for people and make them feel happy and safe.

Charlie came back with a bowl of soup and some bread, “Here we are!” She handed you your food.

“Thanks!” You said, taking the bowl and plate from her and going inside your room to set it down on a small table.

“Hey so… the extermination is tomorrow… will you have your place set up for you to be safe at during that time? If you don’t have a place, I always have my dad…”

“No! No, please, I have it taken care of, don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine, I have a place to go. I’ll… probably just eat this, get some more sleep and be out of here early before the angels come. Ok?”

Charlie nodded, “Ok, if you aren’t up by like 8 am, I’ll come kick you out.” She gave you a wink, “Stay safe, ok?” then closed the door.

You let your curated smile deflate as you started to eat alone in your room. You didn’t realize you had put on a mask for her until she left. You couldn’t deny how much you were still working to keep up appearances around her, how much you fought with the idea of trusting her. On the other hand, you lied to her, about several different things, and that definitely did not make you feel good. Most currently, on the full belief that you had a place to stay during the extermination. You were hoping that Claire would let you hide in the Embassy, but that’s only if it is even open that day. It was all a gamble.

The next morning you woke up early and snuck out of the hotel and down to the Embassy, where one again you found Claire sweeping. She looked up to see you enter and smiled.

“Well good morning! You are looking a bit better I see, didn’t expect to see you back so soon. You doing ok at the hotel?” Claire asked as she continued to sweep.

“Uhh… ya! It’s been just fine. I’ve been asleep most of my time there. Got some actual wraps for my broken bones that have helped a lot. But, I’m here because… well…” you took a moment to collect your thoughts “The Princess’ hotel has gained the negative attention of Heaven it seems… and I am in no place to fight… so I need to hide… can I stay here? Please? I promise I won’t cause any trouble and you can kick me out at any moment if I do,” you pleaded. You hated having to beg to a hellborn, but Claire had already earned some amount of your respect and you were desperate. You knew she had probably already broken several rules when it came to you.

Claire looked around and smiled before whispering “If someone were to ask, you have a complaint and are personally coming to talk to me, got it?” She winked. You cracked a small smile, nodded, and winked back. Claire then led you back further into the Embassy, past elevators, meeting rooms, all empty, until you got to a small office with a sign that said “Clarisee Emberstone, Facilities Manager”. You were curious who else was here to even comment, but you knew Heaven had eyes everywhere. Claire opened the door and you both stepped in. It was small and cramped, full of tools, cleaning supplies, papers, a desk with a chair, and a small couch. Claire gestured for you to take a seat, and you did.

Claire sighed, “It’s not much but-“

“No no! It’s perfect. Thank you…” you smiled at her. “Thank you for being so nice to me. How can I ever repay you?” You asked.

Claire shook her head, “Nothing, I want nothing from you. I just don’t want people to suffer more than they already do.” Claire thought for a moment, “Tell you what… if you can find a way to make the most of your time in hell, to make the lives of other sinner’s a little more tolerable so that they don’t get hurt in the way you have, that’s how you can repay me, ok?”

You blinked, and nodded. That made sense, you would have to think about that, but that was an idea. An idea that tugged and churned your stomach at the thought of helping sinners, but still a good one.

Claire smiled and nodded, “Now I must get back to my cleaning, I’ll come get you when the dust settles.” You nodded and Claire closed the door behind her, leaving you once again alone with your thoughts.

You sighed and lounged on the small couch, you were thankful for the well hidden room, but your mind still had plenty to leave it cloudy and worried.

Swirling emotions that still lacked names engulfed your thoughts and the pit of your stomach. It almost hurt. You understood the fear and worry, but not worry for yourself, worry about others. You were worried for Charlie and Vaggie, worried for the sinners that you had been in hotel with that you had yet to get to know, worried about the angels that came down for them, worried about Adam and Lute, worried about how Emily was feeling, but you also hated feeling worried about them. You felt like you were worried and hated that you worried about everyone. This felt like pure madness inside your head. Nothing made sense anymore and all you knew was confusion and fear. Is this how sinners always felt? Is this what it’s like to live through an extermination? Is this what Heaven was doing to people? At least you had a place to hide, how many others didn’t?

Your head ached, you tried to focus on your breathing. And then you started to feel it, the rumbles. The angels were here. You were helpless to do nothing besides desperately sense for any tremor, any sound or shift, though you didn’t know what any of them meant or how close they were. They didn’t feel like they ever got much closer to the building you were at, but they felt more powerful at times. An occasional beam of holy energy and you could still sense from all the way over where you were.

The biggest shock came from another holy blast, and a large earthquake that felt as if the ground was cracking apart, followed by a few quick shakes… and then.. stillness. It was so still and quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat, loud as a drum, your breathing quick.

There was a knock on the door, and you jumped. Claire opened the door and gave you a smile, “Relax, we are all clear.”

“All clear?”

“Ya… the angels are gone. Portal opened back up and they all high tailed it out of here,” Claire said “Come on I’ll show ya.”

You got up and followed Claire back out to the lobby, you looked out the window, and gasped. All you could see was the rubble and remains of the building you had been sleeping in hours before, along with patches of golden blood littered along the hillside. The blood of dead angels.

You got close to the window and look for any signs of movement. You had to really squint, but you were able to make out a few figures, one with long blonde hair and one with white. You sighed with relief, Charlie and Vaggie were ok. Your attention was then also caught by another individual that was flying around, with red and white wings… six of them?! You pressed your face against the glass to try to get a better look, did an angel survive?!

“You see him too? Pretty magnificent huh? He doesn’t come out in public much,” said Claire.

“Who? The angel?” You asked still looking out the window.

“Yes, Lucifer.”

You looked at Claire with shock and then back out to the seraphim outside, then put a finger to the glass in his direction.

“That? That seraphim is Lucifer? But I thought he was a demon?” You asked.

“Oh he is, he’s both, in a way. I don’t know his story super well but I just see the bits about him in magazines. Factly, from most of what I have seen of him, he looks more like an angel than a demon most of the time.”

You were mesmerized and drawn in by the slight of those wings, how he dipped and dived with them. You have never seen a seraphim with white and red wings, and you guys you never really connected the idea that he was a fallen seraphim until now.

You continued to stare out the window as the small image of him landed in the distance. You could not pick out any details about him other than the wings and a hat of some kind. You hated how much your curiosity continued to grow when it came to him. You were starting at hate a lot of things. Well hate was a strong word… feel conflicted was probably a better term.

You were about to start thinking about what you should do now that the hotel was destroyed, when you saw the distant angel soar back into the sky and start to zap the ground with magic. Soon the beginnings of a new building were starting to form. Was he rebuilding the hotel?!

That was exactly what he was doing, and with the help of the other hotel residents, it was not long before a brand new Hazbin Hotel stood atop the eastern hill of the Pentagram. Bigger and brighter than the last. You just stood and stared out the window as it formed, dazzled and enchanted by its creation.

Eventually, you felt ready to head back to the hotel. You thanked Claire and said goodbye before you made the journey back home. The streets of hell were filled with parties and debauchery, singing the praises of the King and his Princess for fighting of the “angel scum”. Normally a comment like that would make you mad, but now… it made sense. Their view of Heaven and angels made sense.

You made it back to the hotel, and found Charlie standing outside, marveling at her new hotel with Vaggie. You walked up behind them a ways.

“Room for one, please?” Charlie and Vaggie turned around at the sound of your voice, Charlie’s eyes started to water as she ran to you.

“(Y/fn)! You are ok!” She said, enveloping you in a tight hug, “I was so worried! I’m glad you are safe.” You smiled and hugged her back.

“I’m glad you guys are ok too. What all happened?”

Charlie and Vaggie went over the summary of the battle, the dome Alastor made, Adam being Adam, Sir Pentious, who was another resident you did not get to meet, was killed, Charlie’s guardian, Dazzle, being killed, then Lucifer showing up at the end to put a stop to Adam, but that it was Niffty that killed Adam.

You blinked, “Adam, the first man, is dead?” Charlie nodded. Some thing in your heart was both broke and soared hearing that, you grabbed your shoulder when you still felt the pain of your missing wing, and furrowed you brow.

“Good… that piece of shit had it coming…” Charlie and Vaggie were surprised by you words, so were you, “I mean… look at all this trouble he has caused! He sounded like a complete asshole!”

“Yes! He was!” Charlie proclaimed. You all laughed.

You looked around, “Your dad still here?”

Charlie shook her head, “No, he went home. Fighting and using as much creation magic as he did makes him tired very quickly. Look at all he made!” She said gesturing to the hotel.

“It really is marvelous, you’ll have sinners knocking door these doors to get in for sure!” You looked around. Something about this magic felt familiar someone, but you couldn’t quite pin how it felt familiar.

Charlie laughed, “I sure hope so!”

You looked over at her, it’s wild how much of a beacon of hope she was. You grabbed her hand and she looked at you with surprise.

“Charlie… thank you, for everything. How can I ever repay you for your kindness?”

Charlie smiled and held your hand back “Just do your best while you are here, for yourself and others. I still don’t have proof that rehabilitation actually works… but if it does, I want us all to support each other as best we can!”

That sounded very similar to what Claire had said earlier. You didn’t think it was possible to redeem sinners, but even if they couldn’t, you all can work to make Hell a better place. You smiled “I will Charlie, I’ll be the best that I can, and I’ll figure out what I can do you help others too. I’ll just need to time to figure out what that is…”

“It sounds like a great start” Vaggie added, “Now come on! It’s dinner time and Alastor is breaking in the new kitchen.” You followed Charlie and Vaggie inside, ready to fully start your new life inside the hotel.

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sooniebby · 6 months

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yichen pulling up to reader's house wearing a baggy t shirt, jogging pants, and sandals and reader not taking him seriously when he's like "im the shaman you hired" sounds hilarious

Wait—

You couldn’t believe it. You raised an eyebrow at the supposed “shaman” at your front door. He was tall, maybe 6’5? He simply walked inside your house and began looking around.

“Uh… hey, man, if you need some money I got a couple of dollars…” You said, walking after him.

The man looked at you before turning back to staring at the glass door that led to your backyard. “If you want me to find this ghost, I’d advise you to let me do my job.”

You frowned. Okay, attitude?! You stormed after him as he opened the sliding door and walked outside.

It was cold. The moon light from above shined down on you both as you watched this “shaman” look around. You weren’t even sure what he was looking for.

The ghost was inside the house..

“Really, sir..”

“Yichen.”

“Yichen… you can’t just come in my house like this. I’m waiting for the actual shaman. And almost everyone knows the shaman is an older guy.”

Yichen was crouching down when he suddenly stood up straight. You felt yourself stiffen, wondering what suddenly got his attention. He turned his head over to you.

But he wasn’t looking at you.

He was looking behind you…

You could feel the familiar chill. That feeling of something trailing its hand up your back to rest on your neck, threatening to choke you.

You didn’t know what to do, could this ghost even come outside?

It all happened so fast. The glass doors shattered as a shrieking scream was heard. You could faintly hear the sound of footsteps on the grass as something rushed towards you.

Yichen grabbed your hand and spun you away from whatever coming. He pulled something out of his pocket and it turned into a long stick with a blade at the end.

And that blade was used to slice something in half. The thing was moving so fast, you couldn’t even make out what it was. But what you could make out was the feeling of blood splatter over your face.

You coughed, disgusted that some of the blood got into your mouth. As you spat it out, you glanced up at Yichen, noticing you were in his arms.

His face was also splattered in blood as well. You could see the blood was a black substance. He helped you steady yourself before his weapon suddenly disappeared back into his pocket.

“You were wrong. It wasn’t a ghost. And the old shaman died, I took over for him. Now, if that’s all, my payment?”

He held his hand and stared straight at you. You suddenly felt odd. You could get a nice look at his face now. His hair was no longer covering his face as much as before.

His eyes were a dark brown that somehow looked pretty with the light specks of light brown mixed in with it. His long black hair was unruly and a bit curly at some ends but somehow it suits him.

Yichen’s eyebrow raised as he noticed your staring.

“My payment.”

You couldn’t help but blurt out. “You’re hot! Why are you a shaman?”

Yichen stared at you for a moment before sighing.

“If you’re done being weird, my payment”.

Dick. A handsome dick… speaking of dick… if he’s that tall…?

You shook the thought away. “I’ll send it electronically.”

Yichen seemed to hate the idea but he simply sighed. Once he used his shirt to wipe the blood off his face, you got a decent look into his abs, he was leaving.

“Wh.. wait! Can I get… your number?” You asked just as he was about to leave.

Yichen didn’t turn back to face you.

“Just focus on giving me my payment. And possibly learn the difference between ghosts and monsters. I would’ve came faster if I had known such a dangerous creature was living in your home.”

And then he was gone…

Shit… no way in hell were you going to leave it at this…

You quickly pulled out your phone and searched:

“How does one get cursed on purpose”

#drabble #bottom male reader

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heeseung-min · 7 months

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Yandere Jungwon mafia liking yn but yn already likes sunoo and vice versa. So sunoo and yn get in a realtionship but jungwon hates it and wants yn to himself. Can you make a one-shot about this?

Sorry for the late reply😓😓 Hope you enjoy this😄, in this story i make all of them are in same year which means all of them are 23 years old.

[22:31]

"Finish them. Make sure to kill them slowly cause I want him to feel the suffering."

"NO! PLEASE I'M BEGGING JUST GIVE ME FEW DAYS AND I WILL PAY BACK!!!"

Jungwon glared to the pathetic man where his face already ruined with punches and kicks that he got from Jungwon and his men. He hates when people couldn't fulfill their promise. This man can be an example for that. Jungwon already gave him few months to pay him back but instead when he stalked this man, he found out this man just using his money for gambling and even borrowing more when he lost.

"I gave that already many times, Junghoon. But your disgusting ass can't even do something good to earn the money to pay me back."

Junghoon hold Jungwon's legs to beg again. Quickly, Jungwon kicked the man until his face fell down to the floor. Jungwon groaned when he saw some blood on his outfit.

"FUCK!! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS COSTS? HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME WITH YOUR DISGUSTING DIRTY HANDS??!! AHHH FUCK YOU BASTARD!!!!"

Jungwon stepped real hard on the man's face and kicked it for the last time. He clenched his jaw while watching his men started to torture Junghoon. He closed his eyes in satisfaction when he heard the scream. He went out from the place and let his men finished their task.

While he was driving, he thought about getting new suit since the one he was wearing right now already got dirty. He stopped at the shop he always goes to buy new suit. When he went inside, the manager there already knew what is he looking for.

While the workers were showing some suits with different design, another worker made a trouble by spilling a drink that was made for Jungwon. He rolled his eyes at the clumsiness while the manager seems to be embarrassed.

"Y/n!!! What do you think you were doing?!!"

"I'm- I am sorry I accidentally slipped."

Y/n apologized to her manager and turned to Jungwon to apologize to him too. Jungwon was strucked by her appearance and went speechless for few seconds before he came back to realization.

"Forgive us. Mr. Jungwon. Y/n is new here so she's still clumsy. I will teach her lesson."

Jungwon looked at you who only stared down to the floor with guilty expression. He wanted you to pay attention on him.

"It's okay. It's not like she spilled that on me. Stand up, y/n. No need to bow down. You should give her another outfit too since the drink also spilled on her. I will pay for it."

"No sir- I mean, there's no need for that. I'm good"

"I didn't give you option. So, just take it."

Since that day, Jungwon will come to the shop every week just to see you although he's not really interested to get new clothes. He's a bit frustrated when other staffs and not you serve him. So, he requested at your manager for you to serve him alone.

"What style you prefer, Mr. Jungwon?"

"Just call me Jungwon. No need to be so formal."

"Umm, okay Jungwon."

Jungwon smiled at your shyness. He wonder how would you be when he make you fluster. He went closer to you suddenly and put his hand on your waist.

"Umm, what are you doing?"

"Stay still, doll. There's a bug on your hair."

Your eyes widened at his statement which made him wanted to laugh at how gullible you were. There was nothing on your hair. He did that just wanted to feel closer to you.

"Is it gone?"

"Yeah."

One day, he went again to the store to see you but became disappointed when the manager informed him you were having off day today. He let the other staffs served him while thinking about you. Oh, how boring he is without your existence here.

"Do you see Y/n's boyfriend?"

"What? I didn't know she has boyfriend."

"It's the barista nearby our shop!!!"

"My my I guess they are really a good match."

"Y/n, we are so sorry for your lost."

You nodded at what your coworkers said. It's been two weeks since your boyfriend's death. You felt useless when the doctor told you the cause of death was suicide. You took few days off since you can't focus without thinking about Sunoo.

Now, you were on the beach enjoying the scenery and breeze. There was not much people so it feels okay to sit there alone while looking at the water and the sky.

"Even though you are sad, you should at least take care of yourself."

You immediately turned to the very familiar sound. Jungwon stood beside you with some foods on his hands. He then sat beside you and put one of the meals he bought on your hands. It's a new style you see from Jungwon. Usually, you just see him in suit but this time he was wearing white shirt and short pants which is comfortable to be at the beach.

"What are you doing here?"

"Why? I can't come to the beach because I'm rich now?"

"Erghh, I didn't mean that."

Jungwon sighed when he saw you back to you sad mood. He decided to put your head on his shoulder.

"Cry."

"W-what?"

"Just cry, y/n. No one is here so you can cry as much as you want. I won't judge you, just do it."

Jungwon smiled when he heard you cried. He finally got rid of that bastard aka Sunoo, your boyfriend. Now, he can finally make you his. As long no one disturb both of you, he will make sure no one can even get closer to you.

Ayo, I hope you guys like this. The ending feels rushed ...im so sorry

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lovemari · 3 months

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IMPORTANT: Hello! My old account, Lovemari, got deleted. Therefore, I had to make a new one. I'm honestly pretty upset about this so I'll take some time to recover! Thankfully, all my posts are saved as I write them in google docs before posting. Please like and reblog so I can reach my old followers and potentially new ones!

Family - Scaramouche x Reader

Reminder: I'm not an experienced writer so construction criticism is always welcome! Also, I write for fun. I just wanted to share my work around the world!

Pairing: Scaramouche x Reader

Synopsis: Scaramouche realizes that you're not in the best life, so he makes it better.

Notes: I want to warn you that you have an abusive father in this relationship. words such as “slutty” are used. though, it does have a cute ending!! Also, this isn't stepcest!! I want to point that out. Ei doesn't adopt you! She just treats you like your own! Please don't take it the wrong way.

Scaramouche heard about you from his friends, though he never cared to listen. He didn't pay attention to those who never gained his interest.

That was until today. Scaramouche was your partner for the upcoming history project. He let out a quiet groan as he walked to your desk.

“Listen.” he ordered, “this is a huge part of our grade. Don't mess up.” You took a step back, intimidated by his demand. with a slow, uneasy nod, you sat back to your desk.

Scaramouche looked down with annoyance, “let's go to your house after school.” You looked at him, about to protest but scaramouche cut you off, “we're doing it, whether you like it or not. got it?”

You didn't say anything, though you wanted to. you slumped into your seat, your hands unable to stay still. You were nervous.

After school, you allowed scaramouche to follow you home. It was against your will but you knew Scaramouche's personality quite well.

You quietly opened the door, hoping not to disturb. Scaramouche snickered, “are you always like this?” he judged, clearly getting under your skin. His voice stopped when he looked up to see a tall man, “you slutty child.” He snapped, looking furious. Scaramouche realized that this man was talking about [name]. The man slapped them, “you thought you could be quiet, huh? thought you could sneak in a boy for god knows why?!” he assumed, clearly thinking of the worst.

Scaramouche decided to step in, “we're here for a project, sir.” he explained, trying to keep a modest attitude to the man. The man spit at [name] before walking away.

Scaramouche sighed in relief before helping you up, “is he your father?” he questioned, answered by a nod from you. Scaramouche felt disgusted but hid it, he didn't want to show any vulnerability.

Scaramouche went upstairs, with [name] slowly following behind. He went into your room and locked the door. [Name’s] room was quite babyish. He figured that you probably didn't receive a lot of things.

Scaramouche felt apologetic, “sorry.” he sympathized. It wasn't a lot but [name] already started crying. They hugged scaramouche.

“There, there.” Scaramouche comforted, patting your back. He gave you a light head pat, showing vulnerability and care. Even though he didn't want to, he felt like you needed it.

A few weeks passed by and scaramouche has been taking you to your house every single day. He explained that you should stay away from your father. Although it sounded wrong, it was clearly the right choice.

You and scaramouche didn't really do much. Scaramouche often gave you items to draw with. He thought of it as some sort of therapy for you. He often put some ideas on the table and encouraged you to recreate it.

You felt like this was your second home. Scaramouche's mother, Ei, was extremely sweet and caring, despite her fearful and intimidating figure and occupation.

Ei felt like you were another child, going as far as preparing a bedroom for you and smothering you with love.

As for your father, he didn't care. He told ei to “take the child.” and that “he didn't want it.” Ei did exactly that.

Even though you weren't exactly in the family, you felt loved by the family. You had some feelings for scaramouche, though you never admired them. not now, at least.

You knew scaramouche felt the same way. He often kissed your head, whenever you were drawing. You loved it.

You were basically living with your boyfriend's family. A family who took care of you and treated you as their own and most importantly, a boyfriend who loved you.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 2 months

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The Holy Relics

Note: requested by @synintheraven! I'm guessing this is not what you had in mind, but this is where my inspiration took me. I had a blast writing this and hope you'll enjoy reading it!

Warnings: fluff, bad comedy and some misogyny.

pairing: Detective!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: being a female detective in the '80s isn't easy, and your new partner didn't make it any easier either.

wordcount: 4,4k

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If the man in front of you would open his mouth one more time you were probably going to explode. It was a Monday morning and you were at your favourite coffee spot, scoring a drink before heading into the station to work on a new case. It was busy, as per usual, as everyone needed their caffeine fix and there seemed to be a new barista at work, for the line was growing longer behind you and barely moving in front of you. You had been waiting at least ten minutes already and, yes, you were annoyed too. But you understood that everyone has to learn a new skill at some point, so you waited patiently for the stressed out looking barista to complete the orders of the people ahead of you. However, not everyone was as understanding as you were.

'Fucking hell,' a young student behind you sighed, and she left the line not much later.

You watched her run out of the coffee shop and to the bus stop across the street, where she managed to hop on the bus just before it departed. The man in front of you had been compulsively checking his watch and kept muttering under his breath, and it annoyed you greatly, just like the old hag who was behind you now also started to mumble her complaints.

'Can't you hurry up?' the man in front of you raised his voice, 'I have a job to go to!'

'I- I'm sorry,' the barista stammered, his cheeks turning crimson while he desperately tried to not drop two full cups.

'Be patient, sir. We all have a job to go to,' you sighed.

The man turned to face you, looked you up and down with disgust and then scoffed.

'We all have a job to go to,' he mocked you and made a face, then turned his back to you again.

'Wow,' you chuckled at him, then mumbled, 'someone's a man child.'

'Who gave you permission to leave your kitchen?' the man mumbled back over his shoulder and checked his watch again.

'Sexist asshole,' you scoffed, and you both huffed at each other.

'How much longer will this take?' the old lady behind you questioned.

'If you're all going to keep adding pressure on that poor guy, it will take even longer,' you snapped at her, and the old lady figured you were right and mumbled an apology.

'Some people just aren't fit for their jobs,' the man child retorted.

'Oh, and what is your job then that you are so perfect for?' you hissed.

'None of your fucking business.'

'Watch your language, young man,' the old lady sounded from behind you.

Before you could speak again the line suddenly moved as another barista was called in for help. And before you knew it you were paying for your coffee while the man child added some extra sugar in his. He glared at you before he rushed out of the shop, and the old lady who was behind you wished you a nice day, which took you by surprise but also reminded you that not everyone is as rude as they may seem. You jumped in your car and made your way to the station, making it in time just barely and clocking in only a minute before your shift started. You greeted your detective colleagues and made haste to the already empty briefing room where you only saw your Captain. Your day hadn't been off to the best start, and it got worse when you heard that your usual detective partner, Ragnar, had been abruptly transferred to a different city and you were immediately introduced to his replacement.

'This is detective Kjartansson,' Captain Beocca smiled proudly as he introduced the newest addition to his team who stepped through the door, 'Sihtric here will be your new partner.'

Your eyes widened and anger began to boil inside of you, your hands itching while your heart rate became dangerously high.

'You've got to be fucking kidding me,' you scoffed and stared at the new detective, who looked just as surprised as you. 'Oh no, absolutely not,' you shook your head and looked at Beocca, 'I'm not working with this guy.'

'But he's one of the best in the business,' Beocca said, dumbfounded at your reaction, 'the contracts have been signed, you two will have to work together,' he shrugged and pushed a pile of case files in your hands, then quickly left the briefing room.

'Unbelievable,' you muttered and looked at the man child you had argued with at the coffee shop, who had apparently been in a rush because it was his first day at your station.

'Yeah, well, tell me about it,' Sihtric rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee.

You stared at each other with a heated passion, and you wanted to claw his mismatched eyes out when he looked you up and down again and you remembered his sexist remark. You gave him a disgusted face and pinned the case files against his chest, forcing him to clumsily get a hold of the paperwork before it would fall and scatter over the floor.

'I hope you are fit for your job, you pig,' you hissed and turned on your heels.

You studied Sihtric as you sat across the table from him. You couldn't deny he was handsome, with his slightly scarred face and his long dark hair, which was braided on top and you were jealous of the curls he had in the back. His goatee and moustache were well kept and the tattoo in his neck on those on his fingers were attractive. He was wearing black jeans and a black blouse with a red tie, which was an odd combination with the rugged looking black leather jacket he wore on top. Sihtric earned a lot of smiles from the ladies who stopped by the donut shop you were in, if only they knew how rude he could be. You were glad that you weren't dressed as obvious detectives, because reading through case files in a donut shop was an awful cliché, and you had argued against going there. But Sihtric was stubborn and hungry, so there was no point in trying to change his mind. You watched him judgingly as he stuffed his mouth with one donut after the other, leaving sticky fingerprints all over the paperwork and your hands began to itch again at how reckless and careless he seemed to be.

'So,' he said, barely audible because his mouth was full, 'this stolen relic is one of many?'

'Yes,' you tried to keep your cool, 'churches are being targeted for their holy relics. Once stolen they seem to just vanish. We haven't found any of them back so far, this is just another one to add to the list. Usually this is a case for the local cops, but more and more relics have gone missing, whoever is behind it is not sticking to one town anymore.'

'What do you think happens with the relics?'

'Only God knows,' you shrugged.

'Have you asked him?'

'Asked who?'

'God,' Sihtric snorted, proud of his joke.

You glared at the detective with his stupid grin, your face completely emotionless, and soon Sihtric's amusement faded away too. You refused to respond to his stupidity and told him that you think the relics might either be destroyed by non-believers or simply sold, as they are worth good money. Sihtric agreed those reasons seemed logical, and he licked his donut-glazed fingers clean before leaving to pay a visit to the most recently targeted church.

'They just… they… they took the arm,' Osferth stammered, still completely in shock from his find a few days ago.

The poor monk had entered his church and found the coffin of Saint Cuthbert vandalised. To his horror he discovered that the recently preserved body of the Saint had been damaged, and his arm had been taken.

'Just the arm?' you frowned, 'why just the arm?'

'I truly don't know, detective,' Osferth fought his tears, 'only God knows.'

Sihtric exhaled sharply next to you and you saw a grin tugging at his lips. You elbowed him as a warning to not ask poor Osferth if he had "asked God".

'Perhaps the whole body was just too impractical,' you guessed, 'or they got disturbed. You really didn't see or hear anything when you arrived here?'

'No, nothing,' Osferth said sadly, 'it looked planned to me. Like they only wanted the arm, maybe because it still had rings on the fingers perhaps,' he looked suddenly panicked.

'We'll try everything to return the bones to this church,' you tried to calm Osferth.

'Thank you, detective. God bless you.'

The young monk let out a soft sob and made the sign of the cross as Sihtric took out his little notepad.

'So,' Sihtric cleared his throat and clicked his pen, 'the arm, what did it look like?'

You and Osferth looked up at Sihtric, with a puzzled look on both your faces.

'Well… it's… it's an arm, detective,' Osferth said slowly, 'it's… it's bones.'

'Right,' Sihtric said, then tucked away his notepad and sniffed, realising how dumb his question had been but too proud to openly acknowledge his stupidity.

You and Osferth watched your partner awkwardly look around the church, then you quickly thanked Osferth for his time and left the holy building. You got back into the car, seated next to Sihtric in the passenger seat as he insisted that he was a better driver because he was a man, and you began to laugh.

'What's so funny?' Sihtric frowned.

'What did the arm look like?' you mocked him, 'you idiot.'

'Shut up,' Sihtric huffed and started the car.

A few days later an anonymous tip had gotten in about a church which might be the next target. You and Sihtric were to stake out at the building at night, keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity. Since you were undercover, and because the stake out may last all night, you were both dressed rather comfortably in jeans and a hoodie, no weapons. You and Sihtric didn't speak much while you sat in the car as he was making a crossword to keep himself entertained, but whenever you did communicate you only bickered. You still wanted Sihtric to apologise for his sexist comment in the coffee shop, while he kept pushing that he wanted to get out of the car and go inside the church to look around.

'Don't do it,' you argued against his plan, 'we're not carrying any weapons, we shouldn't venture inside right now, not knowing who or how many people we might find.'

'I get it,' Sihtric sighed and looked at you, his mismatched eyes lit up by a ray of silver moon light, 'you're scared.'

'Scared? What should I be scared of?'

'It's okay,' he smiled sweetly, 'but there's nothing to be afraid of. Even if there is anyone inside right now, I'll protect you,' he winked and flexed his biceps.

'What the fuck,' you whispered, bewildered, 'I'm not fucking scared, Sihtric! I'm being smart! You can't just go and look for people when we don't even know who we're looking for!'

'Look,' Sihtric sighed, 'I'm not going to ask you to do something you're clearly afraid to do. You can stay in the car and I'll go and have a look on my own.'

'Absolutely not!' you barked and grabbed his arm when he attempted to open the car door, 'we are not going in there!'

'Fine!' Sihtric growled and shook your hand off his arm, 'we won't go inside, but at least let me take a look if there is any activity in the graveyard behind the church.'

'The graveyard is closed.'

'And?'

'And? It means we'd have to climb the walls to get in! That's… that's a felony.'

'Yeah,' Sihtric scoffed, 'that's exactly what criminals do, so we should check it out.'

You groaned and figured it was impossible to argue with this guy, so you followed him reluctantly towards the secluded graveyard. Once you reached the walls that shielded the resting place from the outside world, Sihtric couldn't deny that they had seemed lower from a distance and he agreed there was no way he could climb over them. But he then remembered he had seen a large ladder next to the church entrance, and he ran towards the spot. Not much later he came back, carrying an old wooden ladder which looked as if it was rotting, and he placed it against the wall.

'Eh,' you said nervously, 'this ladder looks like it hasn't been used in ages. I don't think this is a good idea, you might fall and get hurt-'

'Darling,' Sihtric said sternly and placed one finger against your lips to silence you, 'I really appreciate your concern about my wellbeing, but I will be fine.'

'I just really think you shouldn't-,' you stopped talking when Sihtric ignored you and began to climb the ladder.

You stood back, watching with your hands on your hips. The ladder made several creaking noises as Sihtric continued to climb higher, and you gasped while he held his breath when he suddenly broke one wooden step. He clung onto the ladder, his heart beating out of his chest, and you both watched the rotten piece of wood fall down.

'See!' you hissed, 'stop climbing! Just get back here!'

'It's only like two more steps and then I can look over the wall,' Sihtric argued, 'I'm not giving up now, so just shut up and let me do this!'

'Sihtric!' you yelled with a whisper, 'you are such a little sh-' you were hushed by the loud sound of snapping wood, and before you could blink you heard a heavy thump and saw Sihtric with his back on the grass in front of you, and he groaned.

'Holy shit!' you gasped and crouched down next to him, 'see! I fucking told you!'

'Yeah, I'm fine, thanks for asking!' he snarled and tried to push himself up, but hissed in pain and reached for his right arm as he did.

'Sure, fine my ass,' you grumbled, 'pretty sure you broke something, we better get you to a hospital. Nice one!'

Sihtric kept telling you he was fine and managed to stumble to the car, but when he moaned in agony as he tried to open the car door you pushed him towards the passenger side and drove him to the nearest hospital. In the hospital you got proven right, because Sihtric had broken his arm and it was to be placed in a cast.

'Well,' you said as you both looked at the x-ray photo of his broken bone, 'at least now you'll have a clear idea of what that stolen arm should look like.'

A few weeks had passed and you finally got a lead on the stolen relics. All traces seemed to lead back to a guy named Aethelhelm, and you were staking out again at a different church this time, hoping to catch him.

'I just don't get it,' Sihtric mumbled as he watched the church, 'why would someone who works for the church steal those things?'

'Because they are worth a lot of money,' you sighed.

'But doesn't it go against their beliefs?'

'I guess. But this guy is a wolf in sheep's clothing. The more relics he has, the more he can sell, the more money he will get and that will give him more power.'

'I guess that makes sense,' Sihtric agreed.

'Maybe you should've fallen on your head,' you snickered and poked the cast around his broken arm, 'it might've knocked some sense into you.'

'What exactly is your problem with me?' Sihtric suddenly snapped.

You scoffed, refusing to answer. You were convinced Sihtric knew you didn't like him very much because of that first impression at the coffee shop. Sure, he wasn't all that bad once you got to know him better, but first impressions always last. And he simply wasn't the brightest sometimes, which annoyed you as well. Sihtric wasn't as serious as you while on the job, and you often struggled with his jokes and playful nature.

'I don't have a problem with you,' you muttered.

'You clearly do, lady.'

'You clearly have a problem with me,' you hissed, 'so what is it? Do you have a crush on me or something?'

'Excuse me?' Sihtric spat, 'oh, I see… so that's your problem.'

'What?'

'You,' he grinned, 'you have a crush on me.'

'No I don't!'

'You totally do, I can see you're blushing.'

'Shut up!' you huffed.

'Oh, you so wanna kiss me,' Sihtric laughed, 'don't lie.'

'I don't!

'You do.'

'I really don't,' you gritted your teeth.

'Why not?'

'Because why would I?!' you yelled and threw your hands up.

'You're just afraid,' Sihtric taunted.

'What? Afraid to catch a disease?' you gave him a disgusted look, 'yeah, I am afraid.'

'No,' he squinted his eyes and leaned in, 'you're afraid you'll like it.'

'Oh, please,' you scowled, 'as if you'd be that good.'

'I might be.'

'I doubt it.'

'You know you wanna find out,' Sihtric smiled slyly and winked.

'Will you shut the fuck up if we'd kiss?'

'Maybe.'

You stared at Sihtric, your eyes were burning and your jaw clenched tightly. He knew how to grind your gears and it irritated you beyond words. You just wanted to do your job, but this man kept being a nuisance and distracting you from what's actually important right now.

'Fine,' you sighed, as if nothing suddenly mattered anymore, 'let's get this over then.'

You grabbed onto Sihtric's leather jacket and pulled him towards you, your lips crashed into each other and awkwardly locked for a few long seconds. Then Sihtric moved his cast-free arm and brought his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek. He pulled away just enough to capture your lips more gently, and it allowed him to deepen the kiss with ease, his tongue stroking slowly and sensually against yours, making your knees weak and your head empty for a moment. Your hands seemed to have a life of their own, as they roamed up towards his neck, and then your fingers were suddenly tangled in his curls. His facial hair pricked pleasantly against your face with each movement Sihtric made, and you slowly became oblivious to your surroundings. You only heard the blood rush in your ears and the sound of his slow and heavy breaths along with the sounds of your lips and tongues. You felt your heartbeat in your throat and a warmth slowly spread through your entire body when you felt his hand move up to the back of your neck. You grabbed his face with one hand while you tugged his hair with the other, earning a soft, deep moan from Sihtric which was followed by a chuckle as he slowly broke the kiss, giving you a few more open mouthed pecks and strokes of his tongue against yours before he pulled away slightly and looked at you.

'Not so snappy anymore now, are you?' he murmured against your lips.

'You're the worst detective I ever worked with,' you breathed.

'Oh, yeah?' Sihtric smiled against your lips, then sucked your lower lip and gave you another soft peck, 'as are you.'

'Do you ever shut the hell up?' you mumbled, lightheaded.

'You know… you can't talk to a detective like that,' he said softly, lips still touching, 'someone needs to take care of that attitude of yours.'

'Yes, detective,' you whispered and smiled, to which Sihtric hummed and pulled you in for another long kiss.

You had only wanted him to shut up. Yes, maybe you thought he was pretty hot too and the kiss was great, but you would never give him the satisfaction of telling him that he was indeed a good kisser. When you started to come back to your senses again you abruptly pulled away, remembering you were on a stake out, and you wiped your lips with the sleeve of your hoodie while Sihtric sat back and wiped his mouth with his hand before he looked at the church again.

'Well,' you said nonchalantly, 'I guess it was okay,' you lied, the colour of your cheeks and your dazed eyes betraying your true feelings.

If only Sihtric wasn't as pleasantly overwhelmed as you were, he would've noticed you struggled to compose yourself again, indicating that you absolutely downplayed the effect the kiss actually had on you, but his cheeks had slightly reddened too and he wouldn't let you see it.

'Anyway,' you cleared your throat, 'we… we should call it a night. We've been here for hours and there hasn't been any activity-'

'Wait a minute,' Sihtric interrupted, 'there was a black van parked near the church for as long as we've been here. And it's… it's gone.'

'So how exactly did you two manage to miss out on the only moving vehicle in hours?!' Beocca asked, his face reddened with anger while he paced back and forth in his office.

'Well… we… I don't know,' you mumbled.

You and Sihtric had agreed that there was no way you were going to tell Beocca that you could've caught Aethelhelm in the act if you hadn't been sticking your tongues down each other's throat during the stake out the night before.

'We're sorry,' Sihtric added a mumble of his own.

'This is just… it's unbelievable!' Beocca yelled, 'I have no other choice than taking you two off the case. This is just ridiculous! Staking out for hours and somehow missing-' he paused in an attempt to calm his anger, 'Detectives Finan and Uhtred will take over the case, they've been looking into the other stolen relics already and have made better progress!'

'No, please!' you tried, but to no avail as Beocca continued his outburst.

'And you two will be sorting old files in the basement for the next few weeks! You imbeciles!' he snarled and left his office.

'This is all your fucking fault,' you punched Sihtric's casted arm, and he groaned.

Not much later you and Sihtric were going through piles of old dusty files, deciding if they could be destroyed or put in the records room. You had been furious with Sihtric, but your anger slowly made way for sadness. Even if he annoyed you, you had grown fond of him and you couldn't deny that the past few weeks with him had been exciting. You blamed him for being taken off the case, but you were just as guilty as he was and you felt the need to apologise.

'Don't worry about it,' Sihtric replied, 'it happened. At least we weren't fired.'

'Being taken off a case is worse,' you said softly.

Sihtric didn't know what to say, and you looked away when suddenly your disappointment took over and you began to weep silently. Sihtric didn't notice it as he was going through the files, and when you sniffled several times he thought you just needed to sneeze.

'Do you need a tissue?' he asked, 'it's really dusty in here. Maybe you should blow your nose before you sneeze all over these fil-'

'I don't need to fucking sneeze!' you yelled desperately through your tears.

'Oh,' Sihtric gasped as he realised you were crying, 'what's wrong?'

'Everything!' you cried, 'I worked so hard to get where I am, to work on big cases as a woman in a station that's filled with men. Men who fuck up all the time and no one even cares. But I made one mistake, which wasn't even a life threatening one, and see where it landed me! It's so unfair!' you sobbed.

Sihtric clicked his tongue and sighed, feeling bad for you. He dropped the files on the floor next to him and crawled past the file boxes towards you.

'Come here,' Sihtric said softly and carefully pulled you in his arms, his cast resting on your shoulders, 'it's okay. I mean… I can't say that I understand it, because I don't, but I do know you're a good detective. Beocca was pretty harsh with his decision, but then we all know how much of a religious man he is, so I guess this case is just personal to him,' he reasoned, 'this is only temporary, you will get another case again, I'm sure of it.'

'How do you know?' you sniffled in his arms, your head resting against his chest while he leaned his chin on top of your head.

'Because you're smarter than most people in this station, and Beocca knows that too. I'm sorry I riled you up, and I'm sorry I was so rude in that coffee shop. I had no reason to say those things, I was just stressed about this new job and I took it out on the wrong people. I know you miss your previous partner, and I'm sorry he was transferred. I'll see what I can do,' Sihtric sighed, 'you know, maybe I can swap with him or something, and get him back here.'

You looked up at Sihtric and he wiped your tears.

'Would you really do that?'

'You know… I've really grown to like you,' he smiled sweetly, 'so if you want me to try and transfer, I would for you, even if it would sadden me.'

You exhaled sharply and then shrugged at him as you sat back. You mindlessly began to doodle on his arm cast while you went over your thoughts. Sihtric just looked at you, trying to figure out what you were thinking and not being aware you were drawing on his cast.

'I don't know,' you sniffled after a moment, 'maybe I don't want you to transfer anymore.'

You smiled faintly at Sihtric before you got up, telling him you needed some air and a coffee. Sihtric said you should take a short break and that he'd stay in the basement, sorting files, which you agreed to and promised you'd be back in ten minutes. Sihtric watched you walk out the door, and when he reached out to pick up some files he noticed his cast, and he smiled at the little heart you had drawn on it just yet.

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distastefullydelightful · 1 year

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It's a Saturday night. You're dressed like a cheap bimbo fuckdoll, as instructed. Knowing how adventurous we are, you assumed I might take you to a fancy club to parade you around. We've been driving for a while now, however, and as we depart the city, it begins to dawn on you - I've got something else in store for you tonight. Eventually, we pull off the tarred road onto some gravel. As it crunches beneath the tyres you see a dimly-lit structure ahead. You notice the dull red glow of a number of breaklights in the dark. I hand your "cumdump" collar to you.

"Put this on", I say. I then fasten a leash to it, and lead you inside. Your heart is pounding. You're thrilled and you're nervous. You're overwhelmed and you're wet. And you have questions, none of which I answer.

And here we are. In this derelict public bathroom off the side of some underused road in the middle of nowhere.

"It's time to get on your knees, slut", I command. I then proceed to take a couple small video recorders out my pocket, placing them on surfaces around the bathroom, all pointing towards where you're kneeling. Your pussy is throbbing by now. You have a sense of what's coming, but the fact that I won't answer your questions also has you a bit unnerved. I switch the cameras on, walk behind you, and start unbuckling my belt.

"You're my filthy fucking whore, aren't you?"

"Yes daddy, I'm your filthy fucking whore."

"Well then, it's time you got treated as such. And it's time the world saw you for the fuckmeat you truly are."

As you whimper, I lift your skirt up, pull your skimpy thong to the side and slide my hard dick into your slippery cunt.

You notice footsteps and murmuring outside, and you make your nervousness known to me. But I put my hand around your throat and hold you down as I start to pound away, faster and faster. A man walks into the room, and immediately motions for the other five to follow. As I pound away at your slippery pussy, I hold your head to make you look them in the eyes.

"Tell them what you are, slut!"

As you bite your lip and whimper, you manage to explain that you're a slutty little cum bucket. They grin excitedly. You're a pretty girl and you look like a street hooker. This is going to be fun. As they unbuckle their belts and start to approach us, I unload deep inside of you. You feel the familiar feeling of my cum flooding out your cunt.

"Clean up your mess, you filthy fucking whore".

You turn around to lick up the cum. But just as you're about to, I tug the leash to look up at me.

"Ask them for permission" I say, motioning toward the group of strange men amassed from advertising your cumdump holes on the internet. They're here to use you as fuckmeat, and you know you have no choice but to give them all kinds of power over you.

The thought of it, on some level, disgusts you. How has it come to this? Are you really going to ask strange old men for permission to lick up the cum which has just dripped from your pussy on some dirty bathroom floor? And yet, you crave this. You're deeply depraved, and it's moments like this when you're forced to confront it.

"Can I eat the tasty cum please, sirs?" you ask. You can't even imagine if anyone you knew saw you like this. You'd be mortified. But right now, it feels so fucking right. You want it so badly and reason has long departed.

Turns out, they're a tough crowd. "Why should we let you? Tell us what you are and why you need it, you pathetic fucking slut" a particularly confident one barks. You know he has no right to speak to you that way but your pussy is aching as a result. You're fuckmeat to him. He doesn't respect you and he doesn't even see you as a real person. And as much as that should revolt you, you want him to show you your place.

You look onto the floor to see this small puddle of cum slowly starting to spread into the cracks between the tiles. You feel humiliated and pathetic. But you just fucking want it. Your pussy is taking over your mind, and you're aware of it happening but incapable of doing anything about it, even if you wanted to.

I answer the man before you even can. "Because she's a good whore and she'll take you all tonight. But she needs to prove to all of you that she can. Eat the fucking cum, slut."

And you do. You feel the cold tiles on your tongue. The reality of your behavior dawns on you, but the more disgusted you are in yourself, the more turned on you become. As you eagerly lick the floor cleaner than its been in months, you feel another dick enter you. It's the confident one. He's thick and raw inside of you, and he's not looking to take it easy. He slaps your ass, pulls your hair, and verbally degrades you. Part of you wants me to come to your defence when he treats you like a cheap disposable slut, but the fact that I join him in the degradation sends you over the edge into mindless whore bliss. As you cum, you feel him emptying himself inside of you. He dismounts you with a few more condescending words and forcefully shoves his dick into your mouth to clean it.

You can feel his cum start to stream from your pussy too. It's overflowing. "You're making a mess again. You know what to do." After polishing his cock with your tongue you move back a few paces until you can lick the new cum puddle up. Shortly after beginning, you feel a new dick slide inside your cum-lubricated pussy.

And so the night unfolds...you're there on this dirty floor, looking like a cheap whore, licking the cum off the floor as it floods from your pussy. After each load is deposited into you, you move back a meter or so, to lick up the cum that dripped from your pussy as the next guy mounts you and fills you up.

Over the next two hours, each of the 7 men in the room have deposited their deed into your fertile young pussy at least twice. Your thighs are glistening with it and you're a sticky mess.

As the men start to depart and you finally stand up again, you notice me switching the video cameras off. You'd forgotten they were even there. "I'm proud of my whore", I say. "I can't wait to show everyone what a depraved fucking slut you truly are."

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lovebeatriceplz · 2 months

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❥ A Dabi/ Touya Todoroki analysis ( also just some thoughts and telling the difference between fanon and canon). ❥

Few songs that remind me of him:

This one is gonna have a little kick

• Touya todoroki is an interesting one. I think I've always liked his character but it didn't really start to intrigue me until late season 5( cs i haven't read the manga, yet).

• So just like all of the villains in the series he didn't wake up one day and choose mass murder. It was a process, chip by chip, little punches here (metaphorically) a couple kicks there until he starts to crack. The whole idea of being the n.o1 hero, being the best was instilled in him by his father. Parents play a huge huge role on the opinions and morals that kids develop. Then when he can't seem to reach that standard, the one to please his old man, it frustrates him, but he was like what 10?. He didn't give up, he was determined, he didn't care if he hurt himself in the process, once he achieved his goal it would be worth it ( which I'll talk about again).

• So when his father insist that he should stop, he should give up, it's just, so odd, to hear a parent telling their child to give up. Knowing Enji this wasn't just for his child's safety, it was probably also for his image, and because he saw it as a waste of time to train his soilder if he couldn't fight on the battle field. Touya knew this too.

• I've seen on many apps, or maybe even edits saying that if endeavor just went to see his son on seketo ( is that it? ) peak that day, it wouldn't have happened and he'd be 'normal', or somewhere close to. I beg to differ, it would have happened anyways, his sheer will to just outshine whoever his dear, precious father wanted outweighed his concern for his own well being. Especially with shoto being born and the new focus of attention. It was just a matter of time, fate, even.

• I remember TikTok in covid time💀, i was on of those people who had a hugee crush on dabi and tomura (mostly dabi), and i remember i used to say things like "I could fix him" "he's just misunderstood" "he secretly loves the league but just can't show it" no pookie bear that is definitely not the case😭. Fanon dabi is.....cool, but if i actually tried to interact with him he'd just, i don't kill me? I don't think he cares about anyone.

• Definitely not his siblings, he hates them too. He has an almost patronizing look on the women in his family, not doing anything to help or protect him ( not that he wanted it). He hated his little brother, shoto, for stealing his life, the life that he wanted. He hates his father for igniting a spark in him, then abandoning it, causing it to burn him up. He hates natsu, for not understanding and just accepting that they were both failures. His relationship with natsu, based on the little snips that we got give me very bittersweet, angsty vibes that i do want to look into. I digress. But no, Touya cares about no one, not even the league, they're just another tool to get him closer to his goal.

• He doesn't care about himself either as i mentioned earlier. Remember that spark i talked about?, it didn't burn him up completely, left a nasty big scar though. It's still burning, it's just fueled by something else now, a desire, a need to torture and kill Enji Todoroki. He isn't afraid of death, he was at it's doorstep and age 13, he's tasted it. He only puts in effort to preserve his life because his goal isn't complete. If he dies during or after, once he gets what he wants, and sees the look on their faces, he couldn't give a shit about what happens to him.

• Touya is not emotionally constipated. He's fucked up yeah but i believe that he's learnt how to feel his feelings, which are mostly anger, disgust and hatred. He appears nonchalant cause he channels those emotions into his revenge plan.

• I'd like to say he's a typical case of a psychopath, psychologically speaking. It's just that he has a motive to kill, most psychopaths do not (realize i said most) they just kill for the thrill. But other than that he checks off all the boxes. He's killed on multiple occasions, having very very little or non existent remorse for his actions, not very socially inclined, and if you think about it, is kinda selfish.

• Do not believe for one second that touya would see and remember the things he went through and be like "no, I'm above that". You're wrong, he would gladly mirror the behavior that he grew up around if it suited him. Top tier gaslighter and manipulater energy from this man.

• I'm not trying to demonize him, it's not his fault he doesn't care about anyone. It's just that he's never felt it, he doesn't actually know what it is, so he can't give it, you can't give something that you don't have. Some may argue that he had his siblings and rei, not saying they didn't love him but he didn't feel it, or want it, he wanted his father's love which he didn't receive in the slightest.

I didn't go over this so they're might be spelling errors

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thekats · 6 months

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Hello, do you have a moment to talk about Michael Sheen's acting? No? Perfect!

Look at this legally acquired still of Aziraphale just after Crowley left the bookshop post Kiss:

He looks like a child who asked you for chocolate after he's been a really good boy all day and you just said "no."

SIR, YOU ARE OVER 50 YEARS OLD! Maybe he needs to be reminded from time to time so he stops pulling these faces that absolutely kill my insides.

After having witnessed how many people were surprised by the "'Do It Again' Revelation"(TM), I wish I'd come and dumped all my thoughts on tumblr right after watching because, as an autistic person, I don't understand how you all are (rightfully) praising Michael's acting and then read his expression after the kiss as disgust? LOOK AT THIS BEBÉ HE WANTS HIS SCHOKIIII! The good kind, dark, bitter, rich, leaves a slightly weird taste and feel in the mouth.

He is so happy/unhappy because he wants that but he was saving it for when he could savour it because he is an old-fashioned romantic type and now it's spoilt. But also he can't help being happy he got it because it is affirming, it is a promise and reassurance. But also he can't have more of it now because he has to try and fix stupid heaven and the whole damn system so they can be safe once and for all. But also if he succeeds he can have more of that because Crowley is willing to give him his chocolate (I am just now remembering the planned scene of Crowley bringing Aziraphale chocolates to celebrate his bookshop opening oh Martel)! But also Aziraphale has to go to heaven alone because Crowley really doesn't want to be back there. But also Aziraphale could really use some help there, some mental and emotional support, someone who keeps bending over backwards to make things work for him.

HE WANTS HIS SCHOKI!

#“Schoki” is a cutesy word for chocolate in German #i do realise how that description of chocolate also sounds and while it was not intended it is fully embraced #I could write whole analyses about Michael's acting but I need to feel like I am retaining some semblence of aliveness #I may have gotten a little carried away there and entered theory land from which I have banished myself for mental health reasons #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale #aziraphale defense squad takes #???technically???

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jazztag · 29 days

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An Encounter in the Snow V

Mentions of s*xual abuse. Discretion is advised.

Hero paces around his living quarters, nervously fidgeting with his freshly cleaned uniform as he always does when thinking. Suddenly, a cadet knocks at the door and steps inside with a nervous glance in his eyes.

"The Colonel is here, sir," the cadet announces. Hero nods to the soldier and sighs profusely, exiting the room.

"I’ll try not to lose my marbles this time," he mutters. The cadet smiles shyly and follows the Captain down the hall towards the main room.

"I’m telling you, Hero. Leave me alone in there with just two rounds, and I’ll end this game of yours," laughs the Colonel heartily, while Hero rolls his eyes for the fifth time. After meeting with the older man, his boss wanted to see his latest gadget acquired. Even though the Captain doesn’t want or need to comply with a rich, arrogant, and joke of a soldier, he decides to comply with what the Colonel wants, only because he wants to end the meeting right after. He plans on excusing himself after the visit to the cells. Maybe the old man gets satisfied enough with the Resistance's latest successful catch, and he gets out of his face for a while.

Accompanied by five of his best soldiers, Hero walks down the path towards the cellblock, followed closely by the Colonel, who is wearing all of his medals and insignias, none of which were actually gained during battle. A big joke. To the Captain, this man is a total clown. He probably has never put his own ass on the battlefield, and yet, here he is, mansplaining war to him.

Weapon looks up momentarily from the ground to see the cohort enter his cell. He sees the new face of the Colonel. Annoyed, the prisoner looks at Hero, who looks even more defeated than he is. The old man approaches Weapon without caution, not even listening to Hero’s warnings.

“Sir, you should not get near him. This morning he already bit me once,” Hero tries, but the Colonel is already lost in one of his rambles.

“These… damn things,” the older man spits. “Useful weapons, aren’t they? Never seen one so close before.”

Hero walks until he's preventively side by side with the Colonel, watching Weapon closely and looking him in the eye, as if warning him not to do anything. Weapon is grinning silently as always, but he looks curious and alert to the whole thing.

"I don’t get why they’re considered illegal in the Resistance. I would have an entire squad of these things under my orders!" Hero crosses his arms, annoyed.

"They are considered a human trafficking matter. Inmoral, sir," says the Captain with disdain. But the Colonel just rests importance on the topic at hand.

"Whatever. They’re already considered weapons by the time they are unleashed on the battlefield, right?"

Hero is at a loss for words. He looks at Weapon again, who is fidgeting with his hands absentmindedly, seated cross-legged on the floor as usual.

"Also, do you know what their Captains do with them after complying, Hero?" asks the Colonel, laughing. Hero looks up at the old man, who has a strange smirk plastered across his face. The Colonel then grabs at Weapon’s chin, making the prisoner open his mouth slightly towards the ceiling.

Hero is totally at a loss for words when he sees the stupid man grab his prisoner without warning. Weapon is even so surprised as well, he seems to relax at the other's sudden touch.

"Look at it, Hero. He knows already what to do. The disgusting fagg-"

Suddenly, there’s a quick movement from the corner of Hero’s sight. Turning again towards his prisoner, the Captain sees how Weapon sticks out a metal tool from the Colonel’s leg, and how the devilish smile grows larger on his face. The older man falls to the ground screaming nonsense and grabbing at his wound, which bleeds profusely. A couple of soldiers run towards the Colonel and get him away from Weapon’s reach. Hero snatches the tweezers from his prisoner’s hand and recognizes the metal tool from the first-aid kit, the one left in the corner of the room, not too far. Weapon looks up at him, still seated on all fours on the floor and looking unapologetically at the red stains on the concrete.

"Ok," speaks up Hero, walking away from Weapon as well and towards the Colonel, who is still shouting insults and whatnot to anything in particular, "get the man out of here."

Looking one last time at Weapon, he retrieves the first-aid kit from the room, as well as the empty water bowl from the floor, leaving the cell right after the other soldiers with some sort of mixed feelings.

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Day 5: Daddy/Mommy kink

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Recom!reader (can be read as character x reader)

Word count: 800

A/N: First time writing smut, so it probably sucks lol. I'm using the tag #Kinktober Avatar_Recom for my kinktober stories.

And I'm starting to use the tag #Avatar_Recom writing for all my other writing, so be sure to follow those tags!

I know this is a short one, but since I only decided to participate in kinktober a couple days ago, I didn't have time to prepare. So I'm not sure if I can get out a prompt every day, I'll try of course, but with school and my shitty mental health, I'm not sure I can. I'm sorry and I hope you guys understand.

Also, you might have seen that I put a note in my masterlist that I'm changing the prompts of day 10, knife kink and day 27, anal. I did this because I'm not comfortable with those prompts. I've already chosen 2 other prompts, which will be a surprise. Hope you guys don't mind! I'm sure that if you're waiting for those prompts, there are dozens of other fantastic writers out there!

Now enough rambling from me lol, enjoy this prompt!

Kinktober masterlist

🌍 Recom Miles Quaritch Definitely has a daddy kink. I mean even tho he’s in a 20 year old Recom body, he was still like 52 when he died… and of course an actual daddy lol. He honestly wants you to call him daddy all the time. But especially during sex. He’d refer to himself as daddy while he’s fucking you into oblivion. He totally went feral the first time you called him daddy and has told you to call him that ever since. He’d tilt your chin up so you’re looking at him when he wants to give you a kiss, “can daddy have a kiss, darlin?”

😈 Recom Lyle Wainfleet Every time you call him daddy, he has an instant hardon. The whole time he’s pounding into your pussy, he asks you if daddy is making you feel good. He won’t respond to any other name when you’re having sex. I’m pretty sure that he was about the same age as Quaritch when he died (even if he’s not, just imagine he is), so the fact that he could basically be your father, plays a role too.

🍬 Recom Z-dog After the first time you call her mommy, she refuses to respond to any other name. Both during sex and in public (except when you’re working or in the same room as a CO). Loves the name and loves how obedient you look while you call her that. She goes almost feral hearing you whine mommy while her fingers are buried deep in your pussy or while he’s eating you out like her life depends on it.

🥽 Recom Walker The first time you called her mommy, she paused in shock. After she comes back to her senses, she has the most shit eating grin on her face. She’d say something along the lines of “Yeah? do you need your mommy to fuck you?” She will start referring to you as her good girl. Every time you walk sheepishly into her room asking for mommy to fuck you, she’s dripping within seconds.

😎 Recom Mansk Though he’s very dominant, he doesn't like being called ‘daddy’. He much prefers ‘sir’ when he’s pounding your pretty pussy. It gives him a sense of control over you, especially if you’re a soldier like him.

🧯 Recom Prager Initially he's a bit unsure about how to deal with or how to respond. However, he can't deny that it really turned him on for some reason. You both have a deep conversation about it, where he genuinely wants to understand your needs, expectations, and why it's important to you. You answer each of his questions in great detail. It takes some time for him to find his footing, as he wants to make sure he doesn't say or do anything that might make you uncomfortable. But he eventually gets the hang of it. You unintentionally turned him into a daddy god in bed.

⚕️ Recom Ja He's totally cool with being called daddy. However, he's not the type to call you daddy's girl in response to you calling him daddy, he thinks that’s weird and frankly disgusting. He thinks it sounds like you’re actually his child. But he does enjoy the idea of control or domination he has over you. While he can definitely live without being called daddy, if it's something you're into, he's willing to give it a shot at least once.

🧢 Recom Brown The first time you called him daddy, it flipped some switch in him. Now it’s all he wants to hear. He loves it when you get needy and you beg for your daddy. He adores it when he can discretely slip his hand in your pants in public and he whispers to stay still for daddy and he CERTAINLY LOVES when it slips off your tongue in babbles as he fucks you into the next life.

📿 Recom Lopez This guy definitely has a thing for being called daddy/papi, I would honestly be shocked if he didn't. I mean, the moment you whispered "daddy/papi please fuck me," during a passionate make-out session, he practically tore your clothes off and pulled you on top of him. He was thrusting into you with such intensity that you had to hold onto his shoulders tightly to avoid being thrown off.

⛓️ Recom Fike The first time it happened, he was the one who unintentionally said it. You had just knelt down and gently placed your lips on the tip of his cock. "Show me what you've got, mama." As soon as the words slipped out, you glanced up at him with curiosity, noticing a slight blush on his cheeks. You smirked, but didn't mention it. Instead, you waited until he let out a particularly loud groan, and then playfully smiled up at him. "Do you enjoy that, daddy?" You asked innocently. You could feel his cock twitch in your hands, confirming what you suspected.

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