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1.8 Guardians, & Angel's ❤️⚔️🪽

⚠️TW: Getting caught, Valentino, screaming, fighting, (perfect storms) mean words, fear of abandonment, getting kicked out, abuse, past abuse... LMK if I should add, if I missed something.

This one is gonna be the hurt- Next chapter gonna be the Hurt/comfort.

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'I made a wreck out of my handI put it through the wallI made a fist and not a plan

Call me a reckless wrecking ballI throw my plates against the wall

And give it all I got

I aim to break not one but all

I'm just a big ol' wrecking ball

I am unruly in the stands

I am a rock on top of the sand

I am a fist amidst the hands

And I break it just because I can.'~Wrecking ball, Mother mother.

~~~Husk:~~~

Husk's morning routine has changed a lot this year.

Lately, he has woken up and actually started to take care of himself.

Cleaned himself up, brushed out his fur, making sure he looked presentable for the hotel…

But he also ate food and drank water, which was…new.

He remembered the days he wished he wouldn't get up…

The days he'd drink alcohol in the morning forget any and all events of the day prior.

His afterlife wasn't exactly better now, it didn't change too much…

He was still on a leash.

He just now had a few people worth getting up for… he supposed.

He wasn't sure if he liked just how much he cared, he sometimes wished he didn't.

He stays sober- or at least somewhat sober so he can remember small moments with these losers.

He walked downstairs and started getting everything situated at the bar. He actually looked up at the stairs every now and then to see when he they were coming downstairs.

He hears the sound of bottles clinking against each other in the cabinet.

Husk sighs and rolls his eyes, knowing exactly what it must be: he opens the door to the cabinet and pulls out the small strawberry colored rat-mouse he knew and loved. “Niffty, what were you doing in there?” Husk says her.

“Shh, hiding.” Niffty giggles.

“From who?” Husk asks.

Niffty shrugs and giggles more.

Husk sets her back on the floor. “Niffty, it's dangerous to play around glass. Why don't you go play in your maze for a bit instead, hm?” Husk asks.

Niffty whines. “Noo! I don't want to!”

Husk sighs. “Well, then why don't you bother Alastor? He's the one who's actually supposed to take care of you, right?” He asks.

“I bothered him last time.” Niffty says.

“Well, I don't know what to tell you, I can't entertain you right now, I'm working.” Husk says.

Niffty huffs and stomps away. “Fine, I'll go find someone else to play with me.”

Husk rolls his eyes.

Husk continued his work, his head down at the counter to wipe it clean.

“Angel, will you play with me?” Niffty asks.

“Not right now, Niff. I'm on the phone.” Angel says quietly to her.

Husk looked up upon hearing Angel, he sounded so nervous and stressed out.

“Yeah, I can- yes, alright.” Angel's lower hands are fiddling with his fingers anxiously as he talks.

Husk rolls his eyes, it didn't take a genius to figure out who was on the other side of that conversation.

Angel sighs. “Yes, Val. I'm on my way.”

“Good boy, I'll see you soon.” ~ Husk can hear Val purr before he hangs up the phone.

“You alright?” Husk asks Angel.

Angel forces a smile on his face. “Yeah…just Valentino…again.” Angel says. “Have to go into work and film for a bit.”

“Will you be back tonight?” Husk asks him.

“Why? Will you miss me, Husky?”~ Angel teases.

Husk glares at him wordlessly.

“I'm kidding.” Angel says. “I think I'll be back tonight, we just lost a few scenes from the last project, and now we gotta re-shoot them.”

Husk nods and hums. “Good luck,” he says, eyes back down at the counter.

“Thanks.” Angel smiles before walking out of the hotel.

Husker sighs, holding his head in agony.

“Poor Angel, I wish there was a way to get him out of there.” Charlie, the princess says, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

Husk straightens up upon seeing her. “He'll be fine.” He says.

“I don't know if Angel and fine go in the same sentence.” Charlie says. “At least not now, I- I just wish I could help him, but I also can't push his boundaries, and he's asked me to stay away from the studio and Valentino…”

Husk hums, he really doesn't want to think about Angel and Valentino right now… that fucking asshole really needs a knife through his throat.

It would be a good look for the moth.

“I feel like I'm completely failing him.” Charlie admits. “I'm supposed to help him, it's my job.”

“Angel can take care of himself.” Husk says, not sure if he honestly believes that.

Of course, Angel can take care of himself, but he can't escape the deal he made with Valentino…

He'd rather stay with Alastor for all eternity than let Angel suffer another day with Val-

Wait, he didn't mean that… Did he?

…Maybe he did.

“But, I can't help but worry about him.” Charlie says.

“I know what you mean…It seems like all I've been doing is worrying about him lately.” Husk admits before thinking.

Charlie looks up at him, her pupils expand as she gasps. “Oh my gosh, Husk!”

“What?” Husk asks.

“You're worried about Angel!” She says.

“Yeah, I think I just said that.” Husk rolls his eyes.

“Do you know what that means?!” She asks him.

Husk takes a step back defensively as his face starts to turn red. “What? It means nothing!”

“It means you're protective of Angel, you're practically his guardian!” Charlie says.

“Oh.” Husk says.

“What did you think I was going to say?” Charlie asks in confusion to his response.

“Nothing.” He says. “Wait- what do you mean I'm his guardian?”

“I said practically.” Charlie explains. “Guardians are sorta similar to Caregivers in a way; Caregivers feel a need to take care of certain people, guardians feel a need to protect certain people. Of course, Caregivers can be protective and Guardians can feel a need to look after those they protect. You feeling protective of Angel may mean you feel this need to look out for him, take care of him.” ~ Her voice gets a little high as she smiles brightly.

“So?”

“So…if you ever want to talk about that, that's what I'm here for.” Charlie says.

“I am not one of your wayward souls, Charlie.” Husk grumbles. “I'm not looking for redemption, Princess.”

Charlie nods. “Okay, well, I'm still here anyway, but as your friend, not your princess.” She says.

Husk hums, not giving her an answer.

“And you know, if the redemption thing works for Angel, it would be nice for him to have a friend up there with him.” Charlie says.

“Not my path.” Husk says. “I made my bed, accept it…I have.” He mumbles as he looks away from her.

Charlie nods, but doesn't say anything.

He knows she was desperate to say something else, but she didn't.

And he's glad she didn't.

Charlie walks upstairs, deciding to drop the issue and let him be.

Husk looks to the front door again.

Angel will be fine.

Charlie has nothing to worry about.

And if, by some miracle Angel does get into heaven,

Husk will find peace in that.

Somehow…

~~~Alastor:~~~

Alastor's head hurt.

His brain was fuzzy and his nerves were all over the place.

Repression symptoms were honestly so torturous.

He hated it!

But he had to endure it for now.

He had no time for childish nonsense.

Besides, he doesn't need it…

Husker thought he was very clever, threatening to call Rosie on him.

Who did Husker think he was?!

…

He can't deny how adorable the cat's little friendship with Angel was though.

Which is probably the only reason Husk got away with his disrespect.

Had nothing to do with his little threat of course…

Although, he's not sure if he's ready to talk to Rosie yet…

~~~Alastor, A few weeks ago:~~~~

Alastor waited outside of Carmilla's building where the overlords meeting was held for his small egg spy to come back with news.

“You weren't going to leave without saying hello, were you?” A voice asks him.

Alastor's smile turns brighter as he turns to the woman. “Perish the thought, Rosie. I was clearly waiting out here to greet you.” He lies.

“Oh I'm sure.” She says, a smile still wide on her charming face.

“A skeleton lady!” One of the eggs gasped.

“Gone for seven years, no postcard, no phone call? I didn't get one lousy letter from you.” Rosie complained. “You didn't even say goodbye, I thought you must be dead. Because my pal Alastor would surely never leave without saying goodbye.” She ridiculed in a playful manner.

“I apologize, Rosie. I would have told you if I could. Trust me, it couldn't be helped.” Alastor explained.

Rosie hums, clearly not loving the sound of that.

“Careful, boss, she looks like she's up to no good!” One of the others say.

Alastor rolls his eyes and ignores the little egg creature.

“I see.” Rosie says, holding her hands on her hips, her face clearly concerned for his well being. “Are you okay?” She asks.

“I'll be fine, Rosie. Don't worry, there is no cause for concern.” He promised. “I have everything handled as always.”

“If you say so, I'll trust you. But that doesn't mean I won't worry.” She says. “You have a knack for getting into trouble.”

“I am not in any trouble, Rosie.” Alastor says with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. “Like I said, I have it handled.”

“You'd better, mister.” She says. ”Or I'll have to come and straighten it all out for you. And you won't like it if I do.”

“Want me to get rid of her for you boss?” One of the annoying eggs asks.

“I'd like to see you try.” Alastor says to Rosie with a laugh.

The egg however assumed Alastor was talking to him, so he waddled over to Rosie and started pushing her leg…which obviously did nothing, they were tiny. So, she kicked the egg and it rolled and hit all the other eggs.

“So, uh- do I want to know about the eggs?” Rosie asks him.

Alastor looks down at the small egg creatures. “Ah yes, the egg creatures…”

The little eggs got back on their feet, dizzy albeit, as they attempted to once again attack Rosie.

“Enough.” Alastor says to them. “Rosie is a friend, not an enemy, you nitwit.” He says.

The little eggs spun around. “Whatever you say boss!”

Rosie chuckles. “They're charming.”

“I was asked to dispose of the little pests.” He explains.

Rosie looks at them and smiles. “Oh, don't you dare. They're far too adorable.” Rosie says.

“You want them?” Alastor asks.

“Haha…no.” She says, face dropping the enthusiasm. “I have enough pests, but they're too cute to destroy.”

“Thank you, skeleton lady.”

Rosie gave a curtsey to the small egg. “Of course, darling.”

“What would you suggest I do with them then?” Alastor asks.

Rosie taps her chin. “Hmm…cook them?” She suggests. “They're probably sweet.”

“Interesting.” Alastor hums.

“I must be off, Susan will have a cow if I'm late for the town meeting.” She says.

Ah the cannibal town meeting, those were fun.

“Farewell Rosie, send everyone in cannibal town my regards.” Alastor says.

“I will. And hey! Don't be a stranger, mister. You hear me? I expect a visit from you soon.” She tells him.

Alastor smiles as she walks away…

He truly did miss that wonderful smile, she truly had a way of making him feel right at home.

~~~~Alastor:~~~

It's not like he didn't think about calling her, visiting, letting go and allowing them to have a real conversation…

Honestly, there was nothing he wanted more than to converse with his best friend and (as Husker put it) ‘’Caregiver’’ again.

Hear all the town gossip,

Maybe even allow her to take care of him for a short while…if she wants..

But only for a short while!

Because he didn't need to regress…at least not as often as other littles…

‘Nonsense, Alastor.’ She had told him. ‘All littles need to regress at least twice a month. Repression only leads to more stress.’

And she wasn't exactly wrong…he supposed.

But alas,

He must endure it for now.

He has a deal to fulfill.

He needed to help Charlie with her ridiculous hotel.

If he wants to keep his powers that is…

He has no time for friendship right now.

No time to be little.

He had work to do…

That’s what was important.

There was a small knock at his door.

Alastor hates that door sometimes…

He walks over and opens it, no surprise he's met with the tiny souris.

“Niffty, what is it?” He asks her.

“Husk told me to bother you.” Niffty says.

“Why? Were you bothering him?” Alastor asks.

Niffty looks away from him. “Maaaayyyybeee.”

Alastor tisks and shakes his head. “Niffty, how many times must I tell you to not bother Husker while he is working?” Alastor asks.

“But it's fun! And I was soooo bored!” Niffty complains.

Alastor hums, and walks over to grab her small bag with crayons and coloring books in it. “Here, how about you color for a bit, hmm?” Alastor asks.

Niffty shrugs. “Okay, I guess.”

Alastor hands Niffty the bag. “Perfect, why don't you draw some pictures of everyone at the hotel.” He suggests. “It would be such a great help, everyone would be so grateful.”

That'll keep her busy for a while… he hopes so at least.

“But, will you color with me?” She asks him.

“I wish I could, but I have other matters to tend to at the moment.” He tells her.

“Aw.” Niffty pouts.

“None of that now, we'll play later, alright?” Alastor asks her.

“Promise?” Niffty asks.

“I promise.”

~~~Niffty~~~

Niffty huffs once Alastor left the room…

Everyone is too busy to play with her! It's not fair.

She looks around for some paper to color on but-

There isn't any.

Only coloring books.

They have pre-pictures, no

Hm.

She looks around for Alastor, but he's already gone.

Oo! Maybe Angel has some paper for her to color on! He always had something for her!

But Angel is gone…

She'll check his room then, just in case! Angel wouldn't mind- it's not like he tells Niffty constantly to stay out of his room right?

Eh, he'll understand once he sees her beautiful art!

~~~Charlie and Vaggie, that night:~~~

Charlie and Vaggie were getting things organized for the next little session for Pentious.

“Do you think he'll like it?” Charlie asks her, holding up the regression journal she made for Pen, it was covered in gear stickers and little hearts and dogs.

“He'll love it, babe. I love it.” Vaggie says.

“I made one for Angel, Niffty, and Alastor too…just in case.” Charlie says. “I just- I have this feeling they might-”

“Alastor is not a regressor.” Vaggie interupts. “I thought we already agreed that he'd just messing with us.”

Charlie shrugs. “I know, it's just for…in case he isn't.”

Vaggie crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow at Charlie.

Charlie sighs, caving. “Okay…the truth is, I can't help but wonder if he might actually be a little.” Charlie says. “Maybe he's just an older little, sometimes it's hard to tell when someone is regressed.”

“How old did it say Alastor was?” Vaggie asks.

Charlie thinks. “I don't think it said. But we can check!”

Charlie walks out of the room and down the stairs to head over to her office.

Vaggie sighs and shrugs, she truly doesn't understand how Charlie can believe in people so easily…

Though she supposed that's what made them so right for each other; Charlie trusts too much, Vaggie doesn't trust at all. Together they make a well adjusted person.

So, Vaggie follows Charlie downstairs to look at Alastor's test.

Who knows, maybe they missed something- maybe Charlie was right…

Funny.

But there's no way The Radio Demon was also a regressor.

They make it to the office and Charlie gasps: “Oh no.”

“What is it? What happened?” Vaggie asks, panicked.

“Someone knocked over Pen's lego set.” Charlie explains, she picks up the tiny blocks and sets them on the small coffee table. “He worked so hard on this…did you knock it over?” Charlie asks.

Vaggie shakes her head. “No. I haven't been in here today.”

“Hm.” Charlie considers for a moment…did she knock it over and just didn't notice?

Charlie knows that she can be clumsy, but normally she's aware when she knocks something over…

…

She shrugs. It'll be fine, Pen is very understanding, she can just help him rebuild it. It'll be okay.

She goes over to her filing cabinet to grab the tests….

But-

“Uhm-”

“What?” Vaggie asks her.

“The tests…they're kinda…gone.” Charlie explains, starting to panic.

“What do you mean they're gone?!” Vaggie asks.

“I-theyre not here.” Charlie says. “I left them right-'' Charlie turns to Pentious's lego set. “Oh…no.” Her eyes are wide, and her breathing quickened.

There's no way he-

“What is it?” Vaggie asks.

Charlie bites her lip.

“Charlie, what?” Vaggie asks her again.

“Uhm. I did see Angel coming out of this room last night…”

“He stole the tests?!” Vaggie asks.

“Maybe? But I'm sure there has to be a perfectly good explanation, when he gets home from work we can-”

“What explanation could he possibly give you to excuse this?” Vaggie asks.

Before Charlie could answer, they hear paper slide under the door.

They walk over and see a crayon drawing of Vaggie and Charlie.

But as they turn the picture around to see the back…

“Alastor's test.” Charlie notices.

Oh…no.

“Wait- so- where are the others?” Vaggie asks.

Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other.

~~~Everyone:~~~

Charlie and Vaggie run out of the room to find the small woman who drew all over the tests.

“Niffty!” Charlie calls out for her.

Niffty stops in her tracks and turns to Charlie. “Yes?”

“Where did you get this paper?” Charlie asks.

Niffty shrugs. “From Angel's room. He always gives me paper when I ask…was I not supposed to?”

Charlie looks over to Vaggie.

“Where are the other papers?” Vaggie asks her.

Before Niffty can answer, Pentious and Husk both walk into the main visiting area with tests in their hands with little Niffty drawings on them.

“Charlie, why did Niffty hand me Husker's classification test?” Pentious asks.

“...and I have yours.” Husk says, handing Pentious his test.

Pentious takes it and averted his gaze. He was not ready to talk to his other friends about this…

Alastor appears via his shadow. “And I believe this is yours, my dear.” Alastor hands Vaggie her test back.

Angel walked back into the hotel, feeling awful. He fucking hated Val and his fucking waterbording kink.

Everyone was gathered together in the main room, they all looked at him. “Uh…what's going on?” Angel asks them.

Vaggie holds up the piece of paper she had. “Care to explain how Niffty found these in your room?”

“Uh…what?”

“Niffty found our classification tests in your room. Did you take them?” Vaggie asks again.

“So, you just send Niffty to go snooping in other people?” Angel asks.

“Niffty is our maid, she's supposed to clean up the rooms!” Vaggie says. “It's her job!”

“Okay, guys?” Charlie asks. “I think things are getting just a bit hostile, maybe take a deep breath and calm down.” Charlie says.

“Charlie, I love you, but your fear of confrontation is what caused all this in the first place.” Vaggie says.

Charlie was about to argue with Vaggie, but she bit her tongue.

“First Alastor makes a mockery of the tests, and now this? You can't keep letting them get away with this stuff.”

“Me? Making a mockery of your test? Did you care to consider that perhaps your silly test isn't as accurate as you make it out to be?” Alastor suggests.

“You know you messed up the test on purpose!” Vaggie says.

Charlie tried getting the others' attention. “Guys, please-”

“Interesting theory.” Alastor says.

“It's not a theory, it's a fact!” Vaggie shouts.

“It doesn't matter if Al lied or not! This test is fucked up anyway!” Angel argues.

“Don't get me started on you, Angel!” Vaggie scolded.

“Things were fine before you decided you'd exposssse everyone!” Pentious insists.

“Hey, I didn't mean for all this to happen! I just wanted to borrow Al's test…for- uh.”

Everyone looks at Angel.

“Yes?” Alastor asks.

“For…blackmail...” Angel reluctantly finishes saying.

“Ah yes, that changes everything. Doesn't it?” Alastor asks sarcastically.

“Wait- no. That's not-” Angel struggles on what to say next.

“I don't care why you did it!” Vaggie says. “It was still wrong!”

“Angel, I thought we were friends, why would you do this!?” Pentious asks.

“They're right, you know.” Husk says to Angel. “It was wrong to take those tests, I don't care what he did.”

“Why do you care? I thought you hated smiles.” Angel says to Husk.

“I do hate him! But that does not excuse it.” Husk says.

“Why don't you just go fuck yourself?” Angel suggests.

“Very mature.” Husk scoffs.

“Angel, Husk is right. You've done nothing but mess things up since you got here.” Vaggie says.

“Vaggie-” Charlie tries to interrupt.

“I didn't say that.” Husk says.

“Oh yeah? Well if i'm messing everything up. Why don't you just kick me out already?!” Angel asks.

Charlie reached out to Angel. “Angel, no-”

“Maybe we will!” Vaggie shouts. “We have a deadline, if we can't rely on you, if you're not going to take anything we do seriously, why are you even here?”

Charlie's eyes start to fill with tears. “Vaggie-”

“That's fine, because I have better options, things were a lot better for me when I stayed at the studio anyway!” Angel shouts back.

“Angel, please don-”

“Angel, why don't you just admit that what you did was wrong and apologize?” Husk asks.

“Because I'm not wrong! You all have been pestering me about this stupid test-”

“We have not been pestering you!” Vaggie says. “We never said you had to take the test, you blew everything way out of proportion!”

Alastor smiles as the group gets more and more heated.

“Well, you know what? I won't ruin anything else for you, because I'm leaving! I'll get my pig and I'll go home!” Angel shouts.

“Angel no!” Charlie shouts. “Please wait, we can-”

“Great, you never took redemption seriously anyway!” Vaggie says, arms crossed firmly.

“OKAY STOP!” Charlie’s demon form merges as she shouted over the group, causing everyone to stop arguing and look over at her “Listen, I'm sorry! I never should have asked you all to take the test. I- I messed everything up.” Charlie cries. “I just wanted to help you. But-”

Vaggie's face drops, letting go of her anger to try and comfort Charlie. “Babe?”

“Charlie?” Pentious asks her. “Are you alright?”

Angel runs upstairs to his room, closing the door behind him.

Charlie continues to cry, so Vaggie holds her.

“I'm so sorry.” Charlie cries.

“It's okay, I'm here.” Vaggie says. “Just- follow me.” She says, taking Charlie's hands and leading her to Charlie's office.

Pentious looked over to the girls with concern. “Charlie-”

Vaggie and Charlie left to the office, so Pentious slithered to his own room.

Husk sighs, rubbing his temples..“I guess I'd better talk to Angel. I don't see anybody else volunteering.” The cat says while he looks at Niffty and Alastor before walking upstairs.

Niffty was frozen where she was, unable to process this.

She made such a mess…

“Well, this was fun.” Alastor says before disappearing into his shadow.

~~~Husk:~~~

He doesn't know why he cares so much about Angel…

He truly doesn't.

The guy has so many issues,

He doesn't understand boundaries,

He's obnoxious,

Fake…

Husk pauses at Angel's door…

He really should just leave Angel alone…

But, he can't.

He needed wanted Angel to stay…

He takes a deep breath and finally knocks.

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'It takes a dedicated hand

To put it through the wall

You gotta wanna break the heart

Of all those pretty porcelain dolls

You gotta wanna be the drummer in the band

You gotta wanna be a battering ram

You gotta see the artistry

In tearing the place apart with me, baby

I am unruly in the stands

I am a rock on top of the sand

I am a fist amidst the hands

And I break it just because I can

Let's break it(Just because we can)

Deface it(Just because we can)

Let's break it

Just because

Just because.' ~Wrecking ball, Mother Mother.

Possum: Hope this is okay! If not....

The next chapter will be better. This was mostly build up for that. 😅

Ty all for the kind words last week in regards to the authors note as well as the chapter.

You guys are honestly so amazing! I'm so lucky to have you all ❤️🩷🧡💕

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bubuslutty · 11 months

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Day 6: you wanna be the Queencard?

this is part 6, all parts

pairing: angel/demon!fem reader x 141

word count: 2.5k

tags: fluff, poor attempt at humour (help), no use of y/n, 3rd person pov, proofread by me so sorry for any mistakes

warnings: none

summary: Price notices changes + Angel invites Soap to hang out <3

a/n: special thanks to my first ever beta reader @whore4dilfs! Feedback means lots to me and gives me boosts of motivation <3

Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed this chapter/serie, means lots 💖

the title of this part is taken from this song.

Price wasn't stupid. He has eyes and can notice when people slowly start to change.

Since they have moved into the little home in London for work under Laswell’s watchful eyes, their new neighbour has been nothing but a pleasant surprise. At first, it was fun you know? Oh look, we have a hot neighbour and she’s nice! Angel would sometimes be talked about when they were having dinner, the men casually talking about how her cat almost ruined her flowers and she shouted at her. Or how last Saturday she almost tripped and fell face first when taking out the trash, or how she gets her laundry from the garden wearing nothing but a stupid t-shirt and pair of underwear.

Price is a gentleman, he tries his best not to stare, not to let his eyes linger on her when she’s out and about or greets him when he’s smoking in the garden. But she’s so fucking pretty, it’s frustrating at this point, how she manages to make his breath stutter every time he sees her. She could be wearing an old Minnie Mouse t-shirt, a pair of shorts and yellow Crocs with gardening gloves, dirty and sweating under the sun and digging up weeds and Price would always get caught staring at her, his cigar forgotten between his fingers.

He feels like a teenager all over again. He’s not a virgin for fuck sake. And he had his fair share of hookups here and there along with (failed) relationships. But he still catches himself staring at her lips when she’s laughing at something Soap said, throwing her head back and screeching with laughter. And she seems to not mind his men’s antics, either.

She doesn’t ask about their scars, doesn’t comment on Ghost's clothing choices or how he wears a mask 24/7 and never asks why she should call him Ghost either. She never asked them intrusive questions, not even when they were comfortable, bellies full of wine and warm under the sun on random afternoons. Angel hasn’t made any of his men or himself uncomfortable, not even once, and that’s terrifying because it’s so easy to get comfortable and open with her. It makes him want to talk about things he only keeps to himself. She makes him want to sit and ramble about what he’d do once he’s old and retired, maybe he’ll buy a boat, or a house up north, or move to Spain or to Morocco.

One fine Tuesday, Price was sitting on the sofa, scrolling on his phone while Gaz was curled up next to him, reading a random webcomic on his phone when their doorbell rang.

Gaz frowned, looking up at Price, "Are we expecting someone, today?"

"No." Price shook his head.

"I'll get it!" Soap exclaimed, skipping 3 steps and jumping down the stairs, wearing a tank top and a pair of comfortable shorts with little dog-printed socks. Initially, Soap thought it must be one of his packages that came earlier than expected, but once he opened the door he realised it wasn't the mailman but their hot neighbour.

And she was absolutely soaked from head to toe, it was raining so hard outside that Soap accidentally got rain inside their house, wetting the floor under his feet

"I locked myself out. Can I please come in until the rain stops?" Angel asked, embarrassed and hair sticking to her neck and face.

"Holy shit, yeah, of course!" Soap quickly moved to the side, allowing her to step inside their warm house and locked the door behind her.

Angel stood there awkwardly, her clothes sticking to her skin as she shivered and looked at Soap with her wet eyelashes clumped together.

"What the hell happened to you?" Price said as soon as he saw her, sitting up properly.

"Got rained on, and uhm, I locked myself out," Angel said, squirming with embarrassment, her hands clutching the ends of her short skirt.

"Jesus…" He sighed and stood up, "Gaz, get her something to change into, and Soap, give her a towel and show her to the bathroom."

"You don't have to!" Angel quickly said, still dripping water next to their door, refusing to take a step in any direction.

Price gave her an unimpressed look, "Really? You're dripping water all over the floor and you'll get sick."

Angel pursed her lips and watched Price walk to the kitchen, turning on the kettle and preparing ginger tea for her.

Soap brought her a big towel, to wrap herself into and get to the bathroom, where Gaz handed her the smallest t-shirt he could find, a zip-up hoodie and a pair of shorts.

"I tried my best, I know none of this will fit but yeah-" Gaz mumbled, scratching the back of his neck and Angel smiled, shivering under the towel.

"Thank you, Gaz."

"No worries." He smiled and left her to change and dry up in the bathroom.

"Oh yeah," He stopped in his tracks and walked up to the bathroom's door, knocking twice, "Take a hot shower, you'll get warmer that way!"

"Okay!" Angel said behind the door, wrestling with her wet skirt to pull it down.

"Are you sure I need all of this?..." Angel asked, blowing on the mug containing the tea Price made her.

"Angel, shut up." Price sighed, sitting next to her on the sofa.

Angel was wrapped in a giant fluffy blanket, wearing military-grade warm socks, with a warm water bottle placed behind her back and a big mug of tea in her hands.

"Damn, alright…" Angel rolled her eyes and took a sip of her tea, feeling it warm her body from the inside out.

Gaz sat down next to Price, curling up next to him and this time grabbing the remote control, looking for something to put in as background noise.

Soap also came back down, but with Ghost this time, literally dragging him by the sleeve and making him sit down, curling next to him and throwing a leg over one of his ridiculously thick and strong thighs.

Angel noticed all of this but didn't say anything.

"So, how did ya lock yourself out?" Soap finally asked.

"I was rushing and forgot my keys," Angel said, already annoyed at how she would need to call someone to unlock her door for her.

"Went somewhere special? You looked nice." Soap said, making her smile.

"Yeah, I went for coffee with a friend. And I bought a new ring!" She said and stuck out her hand to show him.

Soap's eyes immediately sparkled with interest at the ring she showed him. Ghost glanced at him and at the silver ring she was showing him, and knew Johnny liked jewellery, especially silver.

Soap grabbed her hand and he leaned forward, "That's beautiful, where did you get it from?"

The ring was silver with small pink and purple rocks on it, forming a little skull, obviously mimicking the tag on Kuromi's collar.

"This store is 20 minutes away from here by train! They have so many things and almost everything is unisex! I'll send you the address if you want?" Angel said, excited to be sharing something she found with him.

"I dinnae have your number though?" Soap realised.

"Oh yeah," Angel was confused, with the number of times they've spoken and hung out, how come they don't have each other's numbers already?

"Alright, give me your number and I'll add you to our group chat so you can save their numbers as well, okay?" Soap said, taking out his phone and handing it to her.

Angel typed in her number and saved her contact under 'Angel 👹'

When she handed him back his phone he snorted, "What type of emoji is that?"

"It's a demon!" She said with a grin and he laughed, shrugging it off.

The conversation was light and easy, they talked about random mundane things until Angel’s attention was stolen by the TV, she stared at the big screen with her mouth open and forgot to finish her sentence.

She snorted, and Gaz tilted his side to the side, “What’s up?”

“That’s you, John.” Angel pointed at the screen, where a big brown bear was napping under a tree on its back. Gaz and Soap started giggling like school girls at Price’s expression. Ghost on the other hand let out a small snort and pulled at the strings of his hoodie, trying to hide himself from his captain.

Price leaned forward, putting his hands on his knees and squinting at the screen like an old man, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“That’s literally exactly how you nap in the garden sometimes, and it’s cute!” Angel said, still laughing at his face.

“That’s not true, I literally have no idea what you’re talking about, the sun must’ve messed up with your head.” He said, shrugging and refusing to meet her eyes.

“John, stop playing, it’s you!” Angel whined, shaking his arm and making Gaz laugh harder.

“If I’m that bear, you’re that one.” He said, pointing at the TV. Angel glanced at the TV and saw a small cub falling on its face and getting a mouthful of dirt. She gasped at his audacity, “No, I’m not!”

“I have seen you almost trip outside when taking out the trash, 3 times already.” Price teased her, looking at her with a small smirk.

“And you laugh at a lady instead of preserving her reputation? How dare you, John!” Angel said with a hand on her chest and falling back on Soap with a hand against her forehead.

“That is not a way to treat a proper lady, John. Apologise!” Soap said, lower lip dramatically wobbling and cradling her head in his arms.

“I’ll think about it.” Price chuckled at their antics and Gaz gasped, “Oh my days, you’re actually the worst.”

“And yet, you still love me.” Price sighed.

“Unfortunately.” Gaz rolled his eyes and placed a kiss on the Captain’s temple before standing up and walking to the kitchen, to get himself a snack.

“I think your clothes should be dry now,” Soap said, opening the tumble dryer’s door and watching Angel bend down to inspect her clothes.

“They are, thanks.” She grabbed the clothes and placed them on top of the dryer, closing the door with one hand.

Soap watched Angel fold her clothes in a neat pile and her skirt caught his attention. It was a pretty short brown pleated skirt, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to run his hand on the soft fabric. Angel stopped and stared at Soap’s entranced and focused face.

“Nice, isn’t it?” She smiled and he snapped back into reality, retrieving his hand to himself.

“What fabric is that?” He asked and Angel just stared at him, “I actually don’t know…”

“Wait, maybe it says on the tag inside.” She exclaimed and quickly grabbed the skirt, flipping it inside out and frowning, when it was nowhere to be seen, “Oh shit, I must’ve removed it and forgot, sorry Soap.”

If there’s one thing Soap can tell you he likes about the woman, is that she dresses well. Her personal style is so cool and unique to him, every time she’s about to leave for work, he stops and admires her choice of clothes for the day. At first, it embarrassed him, how much he enjoys clothes and colours and fashion, but then it took years of working through internalised self-hatred for him to enjoy ‘womanly’ things without feeling like utter shit about it in the comfort of his own room. Thanks, Dad for the trauma <3

“If you want, I can try to figure out where I bought it from and buy you one? So we can match?” Angel asked, grinning and holding the skirt up in her hands.

Soap’s eyes widened a bit and he quickly spluttered, “No, you dinnae have to! Please, don’t bother.”

“You don’t like the skirt?” Angel’s smile fell.

“No, I do! It's just you dinnae have to bother buying me one, It won’t suit me.” He said, laughing and scratching his arm, no humour behind his laugh, if anything it was tainted with embarrassment and a hint of shame.

Angel’s eyes softened, “Soap, what makes you think it won’t suit you? Have you seen your thighs and tiny -excuse my language- slutty waist?”

Soap blushed bright red and barked out a laugh, “What the shite, Angel?!”

“It’s true! Don’t tell me Ghost has never told you this before?” Angel asked, tilting her head to the side.

Soap took a sharp inhale through his nose and slammed the door of the kitchen shut, “What makes you think he-”

“The man’s practically obsessed with your thighs, every time you sit next to him his hands glue themselves to them, especially when you’re wearing shorts. And I don’t even blame him, you have killer thighs. In my opinion, it’s a crime you have to wear trousers-” Angel said, waving her hands and the skirt around, and Soap almost died and closed her mouth with his palm before he could stop himself.

“Alright!”

“Hmm??” Angel hummed behind his palm, eyes wide.

“You want to buy me a skirt? Okay, just- just don’t–” Soap said, letting out a shaky breath and slowly removing his hand from her mouth.

Angel blinked up at him with big shiny eyes, feeling the borrowed shorts slowly slide down her hips. “Are you free next Wednesday?” She asked and quickly reached down the tie the short’s strings tighter to stop them from sliding down.

“Yeah, why?”

“Let’s play dress up at mine,” Angel said, grinning up at Soap.

“You want to-”

“Let’s hang out, and I’ll show you my jewellery collection,” Angel added with a small smirk, raising her brows.

Soap gaped at her like a fish, his mouth agape, and groaned, throwing his head back, “Fine, At what time?”

“How about 3 in the afternoon?”

“I’ll bring snacks.” Soap nodded, feeling an odd soup of excitement and anxiety brew in his stomach.

“Perfect, see you then, Soap.” Angel winked and grabbed the collar of his shirt, dragging him down to place a kiss on his cheek and happily skipped out of the kitchen.

“PRICE, CAN YOU UNLOCK MY DOOR NOW, PLEASE?” He heard Angel call out in the living room and leaned against the tumble dryer, glancing down at his thighs in his shorts. He chuckled and shrugged, “I do have killer thighs.”

Outside in front of Angel’s front door, Price was squatting in front of the lock, picking at it with some tool Angel has never seen before she gasped when a small click was heard and Price pulled the doorknob down, opening it.

Price stood up and turned to her, “Here we go, now go look for those keys, to make sure they’re actually inside.”

Angel raised a brow, “Should I be worried you can unlock my doors?...”

“No, why? Are you hiding something?” Price asked, with a hand on his hip, wearing a small smirk.

“Of course not.”

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likedovesinthewindd · 11 months

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Can I please request a fic where the reader takes rue’s place during that scene where mouse gives rue fentanyl (the reader and fez are dating) and it kind goes the same with how the screen went and fez takes care of the reader while they are out of their mind on that stuff (not in a bad way, like the way the was just almost passed out) and he helps them bathe and cuddles them to sleep Sorry if it’s a lot I wanted to make sure I was specific and described it well enough lmaooo

hi, thank you for requesting! i actually have a fic like this written not too long ago (here if you haven't read it) BUT it doesn't really focus on this part specifically so I'll write a little something. this is so short im so sorry im busy w exams rn, but i hope you like it🩷

fezco x gn!reader

warning: after effects of naloxone (narcan) and fentanyl like nausea, urinary retention, drowsiness, opioid withdrawal, mention of drug use/abuse, language, non-sexual nudity, bathing.

wc: ±800

a/n: i'm pumping out fez fics like there's no tomorrow lmao😭

"Baby?" Fez asked in a hushed tone as you layed on the couch almost passed out. After Mouse's visit, things went south very quickly and now you found yourself on Fez's couch, high out of your mind on Fentanyl. At this moment, the rational part of your mind should've been shouting at you, warning you that you were on the verge of passing out. But that part of your brain shut down as soon as the drug was in your system.

Now your brain was filled with a vast nothingness, your body buzzing with a warm feeling that made it nearly impossible to even keep your eyes open.

"Fez?" you slurred as you tried to lift your head from the couch, but it felt like your body was made of concrete. You could bearly see infront of you; your eyes hung low and blurred with unshed tears. "Yeah, it's me baby," Fez said kneeling down next to the couch to face you, "we gonna give you something so you'll feel better, alright?" You tried to nod your head yes. "I didn't wanna take the Fentanyl, I promise," you said with a tired pout. "I know baby, but we gonna help you now, okay? Gonna get you better," Fez murmured.

After giving you the Narcan, he sat next to you, waiting patiently yet nervously for any sign that you were getting better. You could slowly feel yourself returning to a more lucid headspace, although the underlying dizziness never dissipated. You opted to keep laying down on the couch and wait until you felt strong enough to push your body up from the soft cushion your head was currently laying on.

"How you feelin now?" Fez asked after a little while. "Little better, you whispered, giving him a tired smile. "Wanna take a shower though, feel icky," you added. "Wan' me to run you a bath?" Fez asked softly and you nodded.

After a while you could feel Fez picking you up and moving you towards the bathroom. "You had a long day, baby, ain't that right?" he smiled, looking down at you. "Myeah," you smiled lazily, placing your head against his chest. You could hear the rhythmic thump of his heart against the side of your face.

You made your way to the bathroom and he softly placed you on the lid of the toilet as he started filling the tub with warm water. You watched lazily as he added some of the foam bath you had bought a while ago. When he deemed the water warm enough, he got you out of your clothes and helped you into the water. "S'the water good?" he asked softly.

"Yep," you smiled through dewey eyes. You placed your now wet hand over his where it was gripping onto the edge of the bathtub. "My baby always looks after me," you smiled at him. You were obviously not one hundred percent lucid yet. Fez couldn't help but smile at your happy expression, placing a kiss on your head and humming in agreement.

He helped you bathe, using your favorite body wash and softly running the loofah along your body. You talked about little bits of nonsense that came to mind as he answered every one of your questions, regardless of how stupid they might've been. After washing, he helped you out of the bath tub, drying you and helping you brush your teeth. He moved you to his bedroom and helped you get into something more comfortable to sleep in.

"I feel like shit, Fez," you murmured once your head reached the pillow. The dizziness was a bit less by now, but now you had a nauseous churning in your stomach along with a dull ache in your bladder. The Naloxone along with the Fentanyl was working it's full effect on your already tired body.

"I know baby," he said joining you in bed and tucking you both in beneath the fluffy comforter. The soft wool material felt heavenly on your freshly moisturized skin, and it was already beginning to warm your body, but you sought the even warmer feeling of your boyfriend's body pressed against yours.

"I wanna hold you," you frowned at how far away he felt. Fez laughed at the pout on your face and moved himself closer to you. You wrapped your arms around him and placed your head on his chest as he layed on his back.

Once again you could hear the rhythm of his heart as it coaxed you to sleep. "I love you," you whispered before closing your eyes. You burried yourself deeper in his embrace, his warmth enveloping you in the most grounding and comforting way. Fez placed a kiss to the top of your head, murmuring a "love you too," into your hair.

Not long afterwards he could feel your body relax and hear your soft snores.

#fez euphoria #fezco x reader #fezco x y/n #fez x reader #fez fanfic #fezco x you #fez x y/n #euphoria fic #fezco euphoria #fezco fic #fezco fanfic #fezco #fezco fluff #likedovesinthewindd

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cream0fwheat1998 · 2 years

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The Parts Only We know Ch.1

part 2

Bully!Dark!Eddie Munson x Reader

*Intimidation, more serious bullying (no wedgies cause that shit is cringe), non-Con (eventually), abusive/toxic-ish relationship*

It's gotten worse, y/n thought looking at the bluish-purple bruise on her leg. She dug through her clothing drawers and pulled out a long pair of pants. Even though a skirt would make more sense considering the warm weather, a skirt would also bring her unwanted attention.

With her parents still asleep, she took light steps around the house and gathered her supplies. She took her seat on the bus and listened to her Walkman alone. The bus ride to school is the only time of day she'd feel peace because once she stepped off the bus, she switches to survival mode all because of Eddie Munson.

Y/n swerved through the hallways while trying to hide her face. She avoided him all day and even though they were both seniors they didn't share any classes. A tap on y/n's shoulder made her jump and squeal like a mouse.

Robin put her hands up in defense, "Woah it's just me! Are you alright?" She asked, squeezing Y/n's shoulder to comfort her.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just didn't sleep much last night and my advanced classes have been kicking my ass." Y/n admitted.

"I won't be much help but if you need a study partner I'm here for you. Also sorry Steve and I didn't pick you up this morning." Robin continued walking by y/n.

Y/n took no offense, she actually had her own license but didn't have a car. Her dreams of an independent morning commute were dashed when her parents saw her slipping grades and decided that if she couldn't handle schoolwork, she wasn't mature enough to handle a car.

Y/n shrugged her shoulders and continued looking side to side for a tall, brunet man who wore lot's of rings. She thought she saw glimpses of him, shadows of his figure in the corner of her eyes, the top of his head behind large groups of people or his laugh in the midst of all the hallway chatter. It's like, on the days where she couldn't find him anywhere, his essence the devil permanently attached to her back.

After school, Robin dragged y/n into the woods to watch some friends play some nerd, fantasy game. D&D, and it sounded kinda fun but she didn't have time for games these days.

Closer to the abandoned lunch table, farther away from the school, she could hear yelling. People arguing about scores, dice rolling and lore. But what made her stop was the man standing at the head of the table.

Eddie lifted his head to see Robin and his favorite plaything walking his way. He smirked at the way y/n stopped frozen in her tracks, daring herself not to come any closer.

"Ah, come on y/n! I don't bite!" Eddie yelled, gesturing for the girls to observe the game. Robin laughed at Eddie but Y/n knew he was lying. Eddie Munson DID bite and scratch and hit and hurt her many times over the years.

The campaign ended with a win for the freshmen nerds. Eddie clapped and hugged his friends; Eddie was anything but a poor sport. Everyone shuffled off after Nancy dragged Mike away because she had to drive him home.

Steve and Robin offered to drive me home but before I could accept, Eddie put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him.

"I'll drive her guys! See you later." Eddie jingled his keys and waved his friends off.

When no one was around, Y/n was pushed against a tree. Her bag fell on the ground with its' contents scattered amongst the dead grass and dirt.

"You think you can avoid me the whole year huh?" Eddie accused Y/n, giving her a slap in the face.

Cupping her burning cheek, y/n turned her face away from Eddie's predatory gaze. "I'm sorry Eddie...." She said.

Eddie was in a forgiving mood and sighed, backing away from Y/n just a little. His heart ached to see her avoid eye contact with him but she did this to herself. She needed a reminder if his rules.

"Can you look at me? Please?" Eddie asked, cupping y/n's chin with his fingers.

Hesitant, y/n glanced up with her sweet, innocent eyes. Something about them made Eddie feel vulnerable, weak and under her spell. Whore magic, he decided.

With a chuckle, Eddie said, "You've caught me in a good mood. I'll forgive you this time with minimal punishment this time but if I catch you hiding from me in the hallways again, I'm gonna drag you by your hair into the closest broom closet and force my cock in your mouth. Understood?"

Y/n felt her eyes cloud with tears but forced herself to hold them back; she knew how Eddie felt about crying and didn't want to make the situation worse.

Y/n nodded, "Yes Eddie, I won't hide from you anymore."

Eddie didn't let go or her chin but got closer and kissed her forehead. He let her chin go and gave her a pat on the head, "That's my good girl. As for your punishment, you should walk home but give me a call so I know you got home safe." Eddie said walking from the woods leaving y/n there to pick up her stuff and wonder what Eddie had in store for her this year.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #dark!eddie munson #dark!eddie munson x reader #dark!eddie munson x you #bully!eddie #stranger things

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mdnspearss · 1 year

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CO-WORKER.

SUMMARY: the reader works a lot of overtime and Neymar suspect her of cheating on him.

CONTENT: angst

It was no secret that Neymar was jealous, extremely jealous and that side of him was starting to seriously piss you off. At first you thought it was cute that he was jealous, as it's always nice to have a jealous boyfriend, but when it came to your job, it was too much.

It was already getting late and you were still at your workplace sitting with your colleague, it was the second time this week that you were working overtime because of your boss. You had the possibility of refusing them but you did not see yourself letting your colleague: Simon, work alone on this project.

"yeah we can try"

Simon moved the mouse around the computer trying out the idea of this new hotel tiling that you gave him and then your bag made me vibrate, you walked over to this one and picked up your phone before leaving. 'to light up. The screen showed 11 p.m. and in your notifications there were 4 missed calls from Neymar.

You already knew why he was calling you and sincerely you did not want to suffer his fits of jealousy in front of your colleague. You were texting him "I'm at work, I'll be home soon" before you put your phone on airplane mode, you knew Neymar was going to fall wasn't going to be very happy, but you just needed to finish this project faster.

You went back to Simon who asked you if everything was fine, you answered him a simple yes before concentrating on your work. A few hours later you were finally finished, you were both in front of the large glass door of your office building.

You were about to leave when Simon grabbed your hand, your mind was confused and it showed on your face. You looked at him, making him understand to let go of your hand, on the contrary he tightens his grip on your wrist and his gaze hardens.

You understood that you were surely in danger and gave him a knee in his private part before running towards your car, you cursed yourself for having parked so far. Somehow he managed to catch you, you quickly took your deodorant out of your bag and sprayed it on his eyes and he ended up stopping putting his hands on it screaming in pain. You finally got to your car, then got in and drove as fast as you could to your house.

—

You quickly closed the door behind you and leaned back, turning on the lights before heading into the kitchen and spotting Neymar. You had only one desire: to throw yourself into the arms of your lover.

You ran towards him to hug him but he didn't seem to have the same desire, he put his hands on your shoulders to pull you away from him. He was angry with you, he knew his jealousy was excessive but he couldn't help it, he loved you.

"Você me deixou sem notícias esse tempo todo!" {You left me without news all this time}

You didn't say anything and just looked him in the eye, after what you had been through the only person you wanted to be with was mad at you.

"você ainda estava com aquele filho da puta simon" {you were still with that asshole Simon?!}

"After what just happened to me, is that the only way you found to welcome me?!"

A mix of anger and sadness felt in your voice, your tears kept flowing. The Brazilian was confused, he didn't know what you were talking about, he knew he probably messed up again.

" What-"

"I'm going up to bed" you didn't give him time to answer and you went straight up from your common room, you just took off your coat and your shoes. You didn't take the time to change and go straight to bed, wanting to drown all the events of tonight in your sleep.

#neymar x reader #neymar jr #Neymarxblackfem

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jellycatstuffies · 1 year

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re: defective Jellycats. This was our (random out of nowhere) shipment of mini fossily trex. Most of them with arms sticking out much further than they used to, lots with wonky heads (really intense variation there - some with their head downturned or tilting to one side or turned slightly) uneven eyes, poor balance on most of them. Most shipments I stock and tag and put out have loose threads I have to snip !dragons in particular), big stuffing variations and hugely different faces. Also not a quality control issue but more poor design: none of the forager plushies (mushroom squirrel and bunny and flower mouse) stand up straight. If you like I'll see if I can find more comparisons just between two of the same plush on our shelves

I know this ask is from a while ago and since then things seem to have improved (at least from what I've seen), but I still appreciate you taking the time to share all of this with me! I'm hoping the quality control gets much better this year! In the meantime, customer service has already improved and instead of placating you with words of how sorry they are, they actually give you a free Jellycat or some other nice thing like a free drawstring bag and stickers!

I'm excited to see how Jellycat will do this year with their promised changes and improvements and how they will handle their ever-rising popularity.

One thing about the Fossily T-Rexes: I've seen so many people describe their clearly faulty Jellycats as "quirky" or saying things like "he's got a wonky head/ doesn't sit up, but I love him anyway". This really upsets me because Jellycat cannot brand themselves as a luxury brand and keep raising their prices if every single thing about their product isn't perfect. I know they are handmade, so individual variations occur and that's lovely and part of the appeal, but there's a difference between individuality and an actual faulty product/design!

All that said, the best thing you can still do is pick your Jellycats out in person! I know that's not possible for a lot of people though, so if your only option is the official website please do reach out to customer support if there is anything "wrong" with your Jellycat! They are trying hard to fix things right now, so speaking up is important.

Also yeah, the Forager Jellycats just don't sit up and it irks me that nobody seems to care about that. It's a simple design flaw that could be fixed by putting more support on the inside. Right now what they are carrying is just too much for the little body to support on its own. I know some people put wire through the "stem" to get it to stay upright. I don't know why this design flaw hasn't been addressed yet. Maybe if people would stop buying them or giving them 5 stars on the website despite this, a new batch would come out with improvements...

Fungi Forager Bunny

Fungi Forager Squirrel

Flower Forager Mouse

#asks #jellycat #jellycats #jellycatstuffies

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 9 months

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MDNI 18 + CONTENT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18 + MDNI

Can I just say, fuck this piece of writing. It took me too long. I wrote and then deleted paragraph after paragraph. I love Gojo. But I think he & I might need some time apart.

Also, NOTHING about this bastard of a story turned out like I said it would. That being said, I'm sorry people... please don't lose faith in me 😆. I'm trying!

@gingerspicelattemix @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi @mydarlingdahlia @vampcubus

In Stitches

You were his favorite seamstress. And it was no secret. Once, when you were out, the store owner told the man that his husband could stitch up the thrashed garment. "Sir, I assure you, my husband is the finest in his entire family. 6 generations of tailors, and he is the best yet." The tall man laughed a short but hearty chuckle, "First, 'sir' sucks. You know my name is Gojo. I'm in here all the time. Secondly, I don't give a shit if your husband makes the Lord Baby Jesus robes. I only want y/n to work on my uniforms. Yeah? When will she be back?" The owner knew this man was quite taken with you, but now he could see this for what it really was. "Y/n," the owner cleared his throat." Y/n will be back in 3 minutes. She's on her lunch break."

●Exactly 3 minutes later, because you were timely if you were anything, you tapped the owner on his shoulder and smiled sweetly, "I'm back now. Thank you."

●You recognized the man's voice as you clocked back in. Of course, you did. You always prayed to the old gods and the new that he'd have some terrible clothing mishap and fall at your feet, grabbing at the fullest part of your ass, burying his face where your thighs meet, begging for you to sew him back together. *His clothes back together. You had to correct yourself a lot.

● His bright eyes bore down on you, shrouded behind dark glasses. He was watching you before you realized it. Finally, you were able to raise your eyes to meet his. As you picked through the shreds of cloth, you breathed in his cologne. What you wouldn't give to press your face to his bare chest.

● You looked out the wide storefront window, sighing heavily. "Fuck. I bet it's soft. Soft and hard. And warm," you said in a whisper. Gojo looked at you and smiled. "What was that, sweetheart?"

● "OH! I, I, I was just, uhm. H-how did your clothes get so torn this time?" You asked with the confidence of a scared church mouse. He bent over and placed his elbow on the counter, and put his chin in the palm of his hand. He flashed you a cheeky smile. One look from him, and that's all it takes to turn you to mush as you're waiting to hear the backstory. "Or should I ask who got on your bad side?" You want to get on his bad side.

● His sudden laugh shook you from your hallucinations about what his chest would feel like against your cheek. Ok, really, it was your mouth. Your *tongue* and your mouth. You jumped back a little. "Oh, oh shit. Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you ..." He shifted his eyes to the pile of clothes your hands rested on, "Well, I just ... I gotta go. Fight someone ... or ... something."

"Why did I jump like that! Now he thinks I'm this jumpy idiot," you thought , scolding yourself.

● He put his large hand over yours and leaned over the counter close to your face. "KISS ME. MARRY ME. FUCK ME." You thought. Damn it, you're blushing. "Have a great day, sweetheart. I'll be back in a few days to pick these up. Unless I happen to run into you sooner?" He squeezed your hand, and the doorbell rang and brought you back to this stupid reality from the one where his hand was touching yours. Just in time to see that he'd already disappeared into the world.

● It was 5:58 pm. and time to close the shop. You could wait until 6:00 exactly. But you were in a hurry to get home, lock yourself up, close the shades, and plow through the clothes that he brought you. You could afford a discrepancy or two. Or three.

● Driving into the rainy night headed for home you hit a red light right off the bat. And usually, you hate them. All they do is hold you up. But, the bag. Gojo's bag. The bag of his clothes sitting in the passenger seat keeps calling to you. Pleading its case to be picked up and stuffed against your body. It wants you to sniff at it. You reached your hand over to open it up but a car honked behind you. Once again, bringing you back around to this side of reality. "Bahhh! Fuck. Sor-sorry!" You wave, "Im goin', I'm goin'. Jesus."

● You got home around 6:15. Parked in your spot and made a run for it. The rain was coming down so hard. Sliding your key into the doorknob and letting yourself inside, you drop everything you're carrying but the bag of clothes. "Now, where were we when we were so rudely interrupted?" You poured yourself a glass of peach moscato, grabbed the bottle, the bag, and set to work in your sewing area in the spare bedroom.

● "Shirt. Ok. Let's, let's get this ... Oh my god." You sank down in your chair, feeling 10 times more drunk from the smell. His scent was emanating from the bag. It was so strong that you wondered if he purposely sprayed extra cologne on the uniform before bringing it in to you.

● His scent hit you like a fucking semi and he weighed heavily on your mind. You considered going back to work to look through the old receipts for his phone number to lure him to you like one of those crocodiles that hides just under the surface of the water and waits for their prey to start drinking. Then they snap their jaws around the unsuspecting creatures neck. You wanted to snap your mouth around Gojo's cock. Gently, of course.

● You realized you'd probably be better off staying home. You finished his shirt, the last of the bottle, and took another hefty whiff. "Iiii-ahhh ... I want to shower. You're coming with me, though," You said to the shirt. Surely, you could just hang it over the door and smell it without getting it wet.

● In your bedroom, you slipped out of your clothes. On your way to the shower, you stopped in front of your full-length mirror and looked at yourself. "Something ... missing." You slipped Gojo's shirt over your arms and pulled it, as closed as it would go, around your tits. The fabric was softer than it looked. "Oh OH HI. I'm Gojo and I'll be your fuck toy for the night." Shaking your head you continued to check yourself out.

● It was a little snug on you, but still cute. It hung just above the round curve on the bottom of your ass. The sleeves were floppy on your shorter arms. "Fuck. I wish he was here." You felt the slick gather between your legs as you walked to the shower. Your desire for him was becoming bothersome.

● Before you started the shower water, you went to make sure your door was locked. You were in such a hurry to get inside and start pawing through his clothes that you didn't pay much attention. Halfway to the door, there was a quiet knock. You stopped in your tracks. "Who the fuck?" You whispered. "What, what time is it?" A glance at the clock. It was 1:28 a.m. and everyone you know doesn't come by your place unannounced because they know it pisses you off to have drop-in visitors.

● Another series of knocks. "Y/n?" The familiar voice whispered up against the heavy door. GOJO. "It's, it's Goj– Satoru Gojo. Are you awake? You, you remember me from–" You were awake, a little drunk, very horny for the white-haired man on the other side of your door, and a lot naked, save for his shirt. You could've changed into a robe. But the wine gave you false confidence. So, you decided to do the only thing there was to do; you were going to open the door.

● How many times have you prayed for this. Begged any God or anything, really, to grant you this one fucking wish. You took a breath for courage and walked toward the door.

● "Gojo? What are you doing here?" You hung your head laughing at this person you've become. You heard him laughing, too. "Fantastic." You said quietly. "Can I help you with something?"

● "Yes, yeah, you can. I was going home, and I tore my favorite pair of pants on a fence when I was running from a vicious dog. And then I climbed it, and boom. Torn. I was hoping you could repair them? They're my favorite pair. Did you hear that ‐"

● You opened the door. His lurid eyes peeked over the top of his dark sunglasses and burned into you. "That part." He finished his sentence. "Well, well, well. What have we here? Is that my shirt you're wearing?" You blushed and opened your mouth to say something. "No need to talk, doll. You told me everything I needed to know." Just seeing you in his uniform got him halfway hard. "I wasn't going to explain myself. I was going to ask why you had to climb a fence to outrun a vicious dog." You looked at him suspiciously and he just smirked.

● "Can I come in thanks." He stepped around you and into your apartment and looked around. "Would you mind telling me why this couldn't wait until Monday? Y'know. When I was at work?" He began undoing his belt. "Whoa there ... what the hell are you doing?" You asked almost breathlessly. You both knew you wanted him to continue to take his pants off. He just smiled at you and proceeded to unbutton and unzip his them. Stepping out of them, he bunched them up into his large hand and tossed them to you. "Here."

● "Yep. Got it. I'll fix 'em right up. Tomorrow. "You said more loudly than you had intended. "Goodnight, Satoru Go–" You had the resolve of a goldfish when you were trying to uproot the words to ask him to leave. But you didn't want him to go. "No, no, no, sweetheart. I think ... yes. I want you to put them on." Gojo gestured to the pants twisted around in your fingers.

● "Sorry, you what? You want me to put your pants on? Am I understanding this correctly?" He looked at you like he couldn't understand why it was such a hard pill to swallow. "Yes, y/n. Put. The. Pants. On." You shook them out in front of you to have a look at the legs. They smelled exactly like his shirt you had, only better because they were still warm from his body. "These won't fit me. This isn't that traveling pants movie where the girl with the biggest ass of her friends group miraculously squeezed into them." You laughed way too hard at your comparison.

● He cocked his head and you stopped giggling at yourself. "Wha– traveling pants? What the fuck are you talking about? My pants are homebodies. Just put the damn things on, y/n." You sat down on the arm of your couch to help balance you, laughing at the fact he called his pants homebodies. "Ok, ok." You were still a little tipsy.

●Slipping the pants over your left foot first, he watched you push it out of the leg opening. "Next foot." You stuck your right leg through and steadied your feet on the floor to pull them up to your waist.

● He smiled at you in his clothing. Your arms and legs drowning in the sea of cloth. The thread holding the buttons over your chest forced to give a little. The waist of the pants is not big enough to cover your curves. But you looked so sexy to him struggling like this. Only Gojo would think you struggling like this was sexy.

● "See? I told you. My fat ass wont fit–" Gojo was at you in a split second and stuck his hands into the shirt on either side of your hips, burying his face in your neck. He took a slow, deep breath and melted into your warm skin. He shuddered as he pulled his face around to rub his nose to yours. "Your fat ass is fucking sexy." His eyes are more blue right now than you've ever seen them. You pulled your face back to look at him. He was so fucking beautiful.

● He held your chin in his hand and brought his lips down to yours. Kissing him back rendered you void of all oxygen as you breathed into his grasp. His kiss was deep and overwhelming. Just like you'd always imagined it would be. He hung over you as you fought to keep your knees from buckling under you. Even though the couch was right there, you wanted to stay exactly where you were, pressed to him. As close as two semi clothed people could get.

● For a moment you forgot you were donning his uniform and that he was in a shirt and his boxer briefs. "You taste like the rain." He said, licking his lips and taking a small step back.

● You stood there with one hand on your hip and the other one holding the shirt together. Though you didn't know why you bothered. If he wanted to see your tits, he would see your tits.

● He stared back at you, looking you up and down in his ridiculously long yet narrow clothing. You notice how his cock is stretching out his boxer briefs. Precum beginning to leave a darkened, wet spot.

● Gojo followed your gaze down at the bulge. "This? You want this? Well, all y'gotta do is ask, sweetheart." He pulled the waistband down to the base of his cock and then started palming himself through the slightly stained fabric.

● Gojo saunteted over to you and reached ran his hand down the side of your face, looking at you so, so sweetly. A moment later he stuck his middle and fourth finger in your mouth. How that didn't catch you off guard and how it felt so natural, you'll never understand. You instinctively knew to start sucking on them. "Good girl," he purred your praises in a deep voice while his other hand came up to pull the bunched fabric of his shirt from your clutches.

● "You. Dirty. Little. Freak. I mean, I could smell it on you from the other side of the state. But damn. I'm, I'm impressed, y/n. Were you going to fuck yourself while you wore this?" He flicked your protruding nipple and then pulled the shirt open to kiss it. "Or were you going to lay it over a pillow and rub your wet little cunt all over it and then give it back to me so I could smell you deep in these threads?"

● You tried to talk around his fingers over your tongue. "Mmmughnn ... ughhh!" He laughed and pushed his fingers back, his other hand now cupping your pussy. He pushed you backward to the couch cushion. "Sit. Leave the shirt and pants on." You turned into your spot, purposely brushing your ass in his face.

● He let out a low rumble of a sound as he grabbed your hips to hold you there, pussy up. "Don't play games you don't know the rules to, sweetheart." His hand came down hard just before he nipped and kissed at the covered flesh. You settled back down on the brushed sued couch cover. "Open your legs." You did as you were told and lay there against the plush surface. Still a little sore from the mild reprimand.

● The same two fingers he had in your mouth made a wet trail from your lips to the hole in the inseam of his pants. You shuttered at how easy it was for him to govern your actions. How easily you gave into him. You wanted to be his good girl.

● He pushed the waistband aside and licked circles across your hips, nosing at your thighs and hovering over your wetness, breathing it in. He stayed there for what seemed like an eternity. You felt every layer of your skin start to heat up. It was no wonder, though. You felt like you were going to combust under his touch.

● You're almost whimpering and all this asshole has done is gag you, and cup your pussy. Once.

● He grabbed both sides of where the zipper was sewn into his pants and ripped them from your body. He pulled them down to your ankles and he slammed his face into your cunt. "Oh!!" You cried out. His mouth kissed around your rosy folds as his finger explored the edges of your hole. He turned his wrist and slid his finger into your warm, sticky walls. Rubbing your clit with his palm and his fingertip inside making the "come here" motion until you started to shift around him. How were you this wet already, you thought. "I feel you tightening up at my finger. So desperate for some part of me to fuck into you. You don't care if it's my hand."

● "Yes. Go‐ God. Fuck me with your hand, Gojo." He tutted at how cheaply you retailed yourself for his touch. "You don't care if it's myyy ...." He positioned his lips to encircle your clit as he still teased his finger just outside of you. "MMMMM" he lifted his face from you to finish saying the word. "My mmmouth."

● Your legs instinctually tried to slam closed at the sudden hard vibrations of his words on this sensitive bundle of nerves. But Gojo wouldn't allow it. For months, your fuck me energy flowed to him. He knew what you wanted. He knew when your hormones were heightened. When your body was at its apex of arousal. When you fucked yourself on your lunch break and came back to work to show him how you repaired his clothes with the same hand that, possibly moments before, was frantically rubbing at your cunt. He liked it. He craved it.

● Gojo dragged his open mouth over your abdomen to your chest and took your breasts, sucking and tonguing your nipple. Switching from one to the other when he was satisfied with the marks he'd left on your soft skin.

● He let his arms rest on either side of your legs and rubbed the fullest part of your thighs. It would look rough to any outsider, what he was doing. But there was more pressure than hurt in his approach.

● Your eyes went straight back into your skull. His touch felt better than you could ever fathom. "You have goosebumps." He said, so quietly. For a moment, you forgot where you were. "My fucking god." You whispered shakily as your body twitched. Your hips raise off of the couch without realizing it.

● He shifted down so his face was flush with your drenched cunt and he sunk his hands between your ass and the couch. Pulling you to the edge so he had complete access to you. "Mmhm. Just like I imagined it'd be. So fucking hot, sweetheart."

● His ripped his pants the rest of the way from your ankles and lifted your legs over his shoulders. He sunk two fingers into you. He said in a hushed tone. "Oh, jackpot, baby." Gojo slipped them in and out of you until he felt you begin to clench around him. Your hips rocked down to make up for the distance there was between you and his long fingers. You were doing everything to try and get him to increase the friction and depth. Making just slightly audible noises. Your wine buzz an afterthought by now. You were drunk on him. But you had a feeling you were still going to get loud.

● He was too careful not to administer any direct contact with the most needy part of you. "Gojo please! Pleasepleaseplease. You gotta do something. Anything!"

● "You think you deserve that? Now?" You were becoming increasingly frustrated as he continued to delay your gratification.

● He paused, feigning consideration thoughtfully, and he stood to remove the last of his remaining clothes. You sunk back, hoping your frustration wouldn't backpedal what little progress you've made with him.

● He sat next to you and reached over, filling his hands with the collar of his shirt. "Up." He shifted you from the sunken in space and sat you on top of him. He tore the shirt down from your shoulders and wrapped it around your waist.

● "Ooh!" You said in surprise. He moved so quickly now, comparatively. You began to roll your hips. The noises escaping from between your bodies were delicious. Spurring you on. You were so wet now. It was mixing with his own juices. It was so easy to let him make you feel good.

● His thick cock fit perfectly between your folds. You were stuck somewhere between heaven and hell. There was no way you could loosen his grip on you to raise yourself up somehow and bury him inside of you.

● You picked up your movements on him, essentially, giving him a hand-job with your pussy. "Ahh sweetheart. Careful ..." It was working. You only needed to move up his body a little more and "OH fffuh!" You got him to slide right into you.

● "Fffuck." He was inside of you and he seemed caught off guard as you tucked him away. You leaned away from him, arching your back and putting your hands behind you on his knees and you bounced so hard on him your tits slapped against your skin.

● "Swee– sweethar-tuh. Oh, God." Gojo snaked his arms around your waist to hold you while he slammed back into you with equal force."

● You pressed your chest into his face. He bit at your jumping flesh and lavished you with his tongue to ease the sharpness of his teeth against you.

● "Ok, ok, doll. That's e‐, that's, fuck ..." You leaned fully over him and grabbed the back of the couch to support your efforts. "You, you wan'ta keep driving us both crazy and go down on me all night?" He considered it but switched places with you instead.

● He spun you over so you were on your back against the seat. "No." He admitted, his cock sliding into you at such a fast pace your head was slamming into the armrest. "No, I'm going to fuck you now."

● He focused as he went balls deep into you, watching closely to see how you swallowed him up with every thrust.

● "Such, ah, such a sweet pussy, sweet-hah-heart." You had been driven half mad by him. And finally, finally, you were where you'd imagined being for so long; under him. Tangled around him.

● Your insides were on fire as he drove into your covetous cunt. You felt that familiar tension building, like you had so many times before when Gojo was just a figment of your imagination. His weight on you was marvelous. It erased the emptiness you'd feel when you would open your eyes to see he wasn't there. No matter how hard you worked to convince yourself it was real. That he was real.

● "Y‐ya feel s'fuckin' good, Gojo. Fuck ..." He leaned over to kiss your contorted mouth. You were going to cum. Your insides tightened up all at once and you wrapped your body around him.

● "Fffuck Gojo! Oh my god – ah!" He watched you come apart like you were a long-lost friend. Your body undulating beneath him was so pretty to him. You were a mess. A hot mess and he was here for it.

● He felt your legs slacken as you rode out the euphoric high. The most miniscule drops of saliva hanging onto the corners of your lips.

● You felt like a little doll beneath him now. Laying there almost innocently. Tears running down either side of your face. Sweat at your relaxed brow. So cute, he thought.

● His pace quickened and your eyes opened wide as he felt his impending release tear at his willpower. "Oh, fuck, sweetheart. I'm g'na cum. Where do you want – tchh, ah – where should I – aw, fuck."

● He was too slow. He came a white shower inside of your warmth. "I," he wiped his brow. "Well, I'm sure you know." He laughed and kissed you.

"Gojo, I want to ask you something."

"Ok, what?"

"Did you really come over here in the middle of the rainy night to ask me to fix your pants?"

"I, uh, no. I fucking hate those pants. I just wanted to wear you.

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k--havok · 2 months

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🖊️ for the ask game, for any oc you'd like!

🖊️Body writing? What would they write on their partner(s)? What would they want written on them?

Okay so! This is actually an idea that was floating around for Waking into Divinity! I even wrote a oneshot about it, so I'll go ahead and share that here! It's not writing per se, but demons in Waking into Divinity have special paints they can use on their bodies to amplify or nullify certain feelings and such. There are shapes and specific things they write on themselves in their demonic language, but usually it's related to poetry, sayings, or wishes for good luck.

The oneshot below is a little old in terms of lore, so there are some terms or some worldbuilding that is no longer relevant to the story.

Word count: 6,291 Warnings: Mentions of sex, mentions of violence, old writing Rating: 18+

Rylie sighed, smiling to themselves as they scrolled through old pictures on their phone. They leaned back against the couch, lost in their own thoughts.

“Dinner,” Casrath said as he set a plate down in front of them. “Baked salmon sitting on a bed of asparagus with a glass of chardonnay.”

Rylie glanced up from their phone. “That looks amazing, Casrath. Thank you.”

Casrath grinned at them. “Anything for you, Rylie. I hope my skills have continuously improved for you.”

Rylie flushed. Keeping their phone balanced on one of their knees, they dug into the meal. Their eyes shone as soon as they took a bite of the fish.

“This is amazing. Like… really amazing.” They greedily dug their fork in for another bite.

Casrath chuckled, his own blush gracing the tops of his ears. “Thank you, Rylie. That means a lot to me.”

As the two ate, Rylie continued to glance at their phone, still smiling, and continuously swiping through pictures.

“Everything alright? You’re usually not this quiet.”

“Just enjoying the meal. And-- well, looking at some old pictures is all.”

Casrath tilted his head to the side. “Old pictures?”

“Yeah. When me and my parents went to DisneyLand when I was younger. See?”

Rylie passed over the phone to him. “Um, don’t mind my clear awkwardness and growing pains, okay? I was 16 at the time.”

“You were precious,” Casrath said, flipping through the pictures as well. In all of them, Rylie wore one of the biggest grins he’d ever seen. A pair of mouse ears sat atop their head in most of them.

Younger Rylie had the same beautiful jade eyes, the same cute nose, and that same dazzling smile. Their hair may have been much longer, and their clothes a little ill-fitting, but that didn’t matter to Casrath.

“I loved the Tower of Terror. It was my favorite ride there,” Rylie said. “Everything was amazing, actually. One day I’ll go again.”

Casrath chuckled. “I would take you there, then. If that is what you wish.”

Rylie shook their head, but their grin never fell. “Thank you, Casrath. I honestly miss it… even though I’ve only ever been there once.”

“I understand all too well, trust me.”

Rylie nodded slowly, finishing their food and their wine. They swirled the last dregs of chardonnay around the bottom of the wine glass.

“Hey, Casrath? Do you ever miss Hell?”

“Why, of course. You, and Earth, are most welcoming. But Hell is my home.”

A small tinge of red spread across Rylie’s cheeks. They pointedly looked away from Casrath, and swiped through their phone without really seeing the pictures to give their eyes and hands something to do.

“So-- so I’m guessing… bedding me… isn’t the only reason why you want to take me, right? Or-- or is it?”

Casrath snorted. “That is merely one of many, many reasons, Rylie.” Scooting closer to them, he tapped his knee against theirs. “I would love to show you the lands I’ve conquered, the beauty of my keep, as well as some of the more mystical places. It is not all fire and brimstone, as you put it. There is much beauty there, and is as diverse as Earth, if not moreso.”

“I don’t think I can even imagine all that, but I’d like to try.”

“One day, you won’t have to even imagine,” Casrath murmured. He pressed a tender kiss right above Rylie’s ear.

A shiver of delight raced down Rylie’s spine, but they tried to ignore it.

“What do you miss most?” Rylie asked instead.

Casrath rubbed his chin between two fingers. He relaxed back on the couch. “That… is a difficult question to answer. I miss many things, none more than another.” He wrapped an arm around Rylie’s waist, pulling them closer to him.

Rylie could fight against his kisses, but not his touch. Never his touch. They sunk into his warm side, sighing softly. Casrath felt sturdy, strong, and simply comfortable. Although hard muscle covered every inch of his body, when relaxed, he made for the best of pillows.

“Well, what are some of the things you miss right now? Like… I dunno. On your average Hellish day--” Rylie bit back a small laugh at their own joke, “--what would you be doing after dinner?”

“After dinner? Hm… let me see….” Casrath fell back into his thoughts. He idly rubbed circles with his palm across Rylie’s small love handles.

“I suppose, after dinnertime, I would see to it that everything is as it should be. No incoming attacks, no major or sudden calls from Court, and I would retire and find whatever entertainment I seek in that moment.”

“What sort of entertainment is that?”

“Sometimes blood sports--”

Casrath paused at Rylie’s horrified look.

“--I would not be participating, merely watching. It is a common and popular pastime in Hell.”

“Do, uh, demons actually, you know, die?”

“Well… yes. Of course.”

Rylie blinked slowly. “You know, I’m not ready to unpack that right now or process it. I’ll do so later. Uh, what other entertainment is there? That’s, um, not violent?”

“Well, of course there is popping some bottles of wine open and inviting some friends to the keep for a round of drinks. Sometimes I fly across my land, see whatever sights interest me most. Other times, I wish for more…” Casrath paused, and even his hand halted against them. “I suppose carnal pleasures is a fine descriptor.”

“Ah, sex. Of course.” Rylie rolled their eyes.

“It is not always sex, Rylie. Sometimes I merely like watching--”

“Wait, so you’re a voyeur?”

“Hm? No, no, you misunderstand me.” Casrath chuckled at that. “Why would I watch what I can have for myself?”

“Some people are into it,” Rylie said with a shrug.

“And that is fine for them, but no. I prefer… watching dancers.”

Rylie blinked. Then blinked some more. They sat up and away from Casrath, turning in their seat to peer at him.

“Wait, there are strippers in Hell?”

“Dancers,” Casrath corrected, “is our term, but yes I suppose so. There are many dances that are performed. Some are separate from myself, and I merely watch. Other times… there is a more active role.”

Rylie debated with themselves whether or not they wanted to pursue the conversation. Did they really want to know Casrath’s preferences when it comes to inhumanly beautiful demonic dancers?

Unfortunately for Rylie, their curiosity was one hell of a drug.

“Um, how so?”

“Sometimes I have my concubines dance atop me. Other times, I dance with them. It is… a sensual experience.”

For a full second, Rylie’s brain short-circuited. Concubines. Dancing. On me. With them. Sensual.

Casrath frowned. “Is everything alright? Are-- are you overwhelmed?” Casrath scooted away from Rylie, giving them their distance and personal space back.

“A-- a little bit,” Rylie admitted softly. “I don’t know whether to focus on the dancing aspect, you joining in, or the fact that you have concubines.”

“Well, what would you be the most comfortable talking about?”

“Um, the dancing. Definitely the dancing. Is there, like, poles?”

Casrath chuckled. “No, not exactly. There are many forms of dancing, and all have different requirements. However, no matter the form of dancing, we utilize different paints.”

“Paints? Like on your body?”

“Yes.” Casrath closed his eyes and leaned on his fist. “The paints are usually imbued with magicks. Or, other times, laced with special berries or dyes with… other properties.”

“What sort of properties?”

“Usually the paints enhance pleasure. But other times there are more functional uses, such as giving better stamina, cooling effects, and the like. Some grant enhanced swiftness, and others speed.”

“Sounds like a better use would be for, like, fighting then.”

“They can be used for battle, yes. Our paints--fa’loth is the term--have many, many uses.”

Casrath’s expression--so serene and graceful--pierced Rylie’s chest. Sometimes, they forgot just how far away home was, and how many amenities he was used to having were simply not available.

Rylie couldn’t quite imagine Hell. They couldn’t imagine the scope of his land, the size of his castle, nor much at all. Everytime they tried, Lord of the Rings inevitably popped into their mind.

But Rylie was certain Hell was no New Zealand.

“Yes,” Casrath murmured, more to himself than Rylie. “That is most likely what I would be doing right now.” After stretching his arms out to the ceiling, Casrath climbed to his feet and gathered their empty plates and wine glasses. “But, for now, it is time to do the dishes.”

“Here, let me. Since you cooked,” Rylie said. And before Casrath could object, they took the plates from his hands. “How about you go… and I dunno. You could always go to the club if you want to dance.”

Casrath tilted his head to the side. “Are you certain? I thought you preferred my stay here, rather than out with others.”

Rylie blushed a little at that. “Well, it sounds like you still have some energy left. And you know me, I’m always tired.” Rylie bumped their forehead against his shoulder. Casrath towered so tall above them, that his shoulder was all Rylie could reach with their hands full.

“If you insist. But I shall not be gone all night long. I shall return before dawn, and before you wake.”

Rylie smiled at Casrath. “That’s no problem. Now, go and get ready.”

Casrath chuckled at their impatience. “Perhaps you are simply wanting some quiet, alone time inside. In either case, I do not mind.”

Rylie smiled at Casrath, but didn’t respond.

It was true that sometimes, they did indeed want their quiet time alone. But tonight?

Tonight, Rylie had a plan tumble its way through their thoughts.

As soon as the dishes were washed, Casrath gone, and Beepers settled in for the night, Rylie curled on top of their bed with their laptop.

They didn’t mention it to, well, anyone really, but they had taken pole dancing classes before. Only a handful, before the cost outweighed their food budget. Their curiosity had taken hold of them during that time, and since their parents had already moved by then and weren’t watching their every move, Rylie thought it would be a fun activity they could try.

Fun was the best descriptor for their time pole dancing. The second was exhausting. The last, expensive. But all of it was totally worth it.

They didn’t have a pole in their apartment to dance on. And besides the basics, they didn’t know too much. But with the slight knowledge of exotic dancing as a backbone, Rylie figured it wouldn’t be too hard to google around for some tips on lap dancing.

Rylie didn’t bother to pretend it was the wine causing them to think in such a way. Living for so long with someone so incredibly handsome, who had the best kisses and touches, and who always knew what to say to make their knees weak left Rylie reeling.

Their stomach twisted with a mess of butterflies and nerves as Rylie fought to keep their focus on the task at hand. They didn’t have long, but they wanted to do this impromptu… dance routine right the first time.

Getting up from their laptop, Rylie dug through their dresser before finding, stashed at the very bottom, a set of Victoria's Secret lingerie with tags still attached. With it in hand, they meandered into their bathroom. They didn’t keep much makeup on hand--they barely had a use for the stuff. However, after digging through one of the many messy bathroom drawers, Rylie dug out an old set of Halloween makeup hidden beneath cotton swabs they did indeed use inside their ears along with the extra free toothbrushes as given by their dentist.

Rylie barely glanced at the date as they tore into the red, orange, green, and black body paints and glitter. Glitter held no interest for them, but they greedily grabbed the red, orange, and black.

Rylie avoided looking at themselves in the mirror as they undressed. They couldn’t afford losing their courage and confidence now. Not after tasting phantom kisses on their lips and with heat already pooling in the lowest pit of their stomach.

Keeping their head down, Rylie cut the tags off the unused lingerie. An impulse buy with the aid of Jess whispering terrible decisions into their ears as well as a sale, Rylie regretted it as soon as they had gotten home with the little lacy number. Black on black, the bra had not just loops of lace and frills, but an underwire with plenty of padding. Unlike their sports or even balconette bras, this one had a deep plunge in the center. The underwear matched, of course, with high-waisted black straps separate from the lacy piece. As the only thong in their closet, Rylie found themselves more than a bit mystified as they slipped it on over their rear.

A deep sigh worked its way between their lips. They wiggled and squirmed as they fought to get the unrelenting bra over their head without having to undo the strap in the back.

Rylie hated the “swing it around” method. It always rubbed rough against their skin and nipples.

Still keeping their head down, Rylie bit their lip. Did they dare look up into the mirror?

They already know what they would see. A fat slob. Unproportionate, with a belly that hung just a little too over the hem of the panties. Their breasts already felt off in the plunge bra as well. It felt like every movement would cause them to pop out in the front. And already, the tops of their breasts were spilling out.

Rylie sighed through their nose slowly before peering up at themselves.

Flush with heat and wine, Rylie froze as they stared at themselves.

Indeed, their hair sat messy atop their head. Their skin remained blotchy. But the underwear didn’t hide in their chub rub or thick thighs. The high bands accented their hips, while simultaneously the black color slimmed their ass and breasts down.

The bra was ill-fitting, but for once was too tight, not way too big. Victoria’s Secret was always weird in its sizing, Rylie supposed. They turned around, and bit their lip at the sight of their entire exposed butt.

They had to admit, it did make their ass look good. And although the bra shoved their breasts up an uncomfortable amount that Rylie was not used to, they found that they didn’t… hate the set as they so vehemently thought they would.

In fact, although the bra was ill-fitting, the thong remained surprisingly comfortable. They already didn’t feel the string, and it reminded them of not wearing any underwear at all, almost.

Rylie smiled softly at themselves in the mirror. “Who knew,” they murmured to themselves.

Grabbing the black Halloween makeup first, Rylie tilted their head in thought as they squirted a little of the paint onto the tip of their finger. Not dry, but definitely getting up there in age. Best to use it now then later, they supposed.

In a way its saving money. Rylie chuckled.

After debilitating a little too long at themselves in the mirror, Rylie decided to use the black on their eyelids in a mockery of eyeshadow. Afterwards, they grabbed their cheap eyeliner and slapped it on as well.

The green of their eyes popped against the black background of their eyes and… outfit. They hesitated before adding any more. What else could they do that wouldn’t look too stupid and costume-y?

They stood alone in the bathroom for several minutes on end, going back and forth as to what to do. A quick Google search also brought nothing useful to the table, either. Rylie couldn’t quite understand what Casrath wanted and would look for.

Furthermore, they didn’t want to assume. It was his culture, not theirs, after all.

After a short and quick two-step pace in the bathroom, Rylie gathered up the costume makeup and instead left to the living room to put them on the coffee table.

Digging out a packet of tea lights Casrath bought just in case the power went out again, Rylie set them up around the apartment. Checking the clock, Rylie waited another ten minutes before lighting all of them.

Several sat on the bar guarding the kitchen, four boxed in the line of costume makeup they left on the table for Casrath to use as he wished on them, and several more on the windowsill and next to the TV. After flicking the lights off, a hazy glow rose from the little candles, bathing the room in small and smokey clouds of light yellow. The flames flickered and danced, casting soft and playful shadows against the walls and furniture.

Rylie bit their lip as their heart thudded in their chest. It had taken them nearly three hours. It was almost time.

Their hands shook as they sat on the couch, curling one leg under another and leaning back. Rylie couldn’t quite fight the urge to bounce their leg. Biting their lower lip, a sudden small wave of nausea grew as the minutes stretched on.

Perhaps they had too much wine to drink. Way too much. Or perhaps it was somehow laced with something. Casrath would never do something so devious. Or would he?

No, Rylie shook themselves, he would never.

A tide of gooseflesh rose across their arms. They shivered. The candles brought barely any heat, and Rylie never liked sitting in practically no clothes at all. No insulation meant no heat.

As a child, Rylie never thought through their decisions. They would always act before thinking, and would sometimes act through several steps of a process before realizing how wrong they were. Such as in science class, when they measured their baking soda and vinegar wrong to the point where the mixture bubbled over and across their table. Or, even worse, when they thought Maxwell Grant liked them since he kept pulling on their ponytail. Just the idea of a boy liking them, at that time, caused them to have a crush.

The fallout of their confession of that elementary school crush still sometimes popped up in their nightmares.

Now, Rylie found themselves sitting on a precipice. If they didn’t stop now, didn’t blow out all the candles, run into their room, change, and clean up quickly, the point of no return would come and go without them. And they would fall.

Muscles tensed, Rylie sat up. All too soon, however, that familiar creak of the front door echoed through their apartment.

Panic surged through them. Gripping the edge of the couch, Rylie’s eyes darted around. Grabbing a blanket off the end of the couch, they flung it around themselves, blocking the sight of their body as Casrath poked into the apartment.

He blinked slowly, looking around at the candles before his eyes settled on Rylie. A soft smile tugged at his lips.

“What’s all this?” he asked.

Tongue-tied and still vibrating with anxiety, Rylie shrugged, unable to form words. They tugged the blanket tighter around themselves.

Casrath moved smoothly over to their side, gliding across the carpet. He took off his leather jacket and hung it next to theirs on the wall.

Rylie couldn’t stop their eyes from drifting to how his plain orange tee-shirt hugged his biceps all too tightly. Their body, already heated, flushed further. The fact that he wore his jeans way too low on his sculpted hips also didn’t help. As Casrath sat besides them, Rylie caught the whiff of alcohol on his breath.

But no musk. No sweat. No stench of sex clung to his body like a second skin. No lipstick stains covered swollen lips. Besides a soft blush and his easy smile, nothing else seemed out of place.

Casrath eyed them and the costume makeup on the table. He shifted closer to Rylie, wrapping an arm around them.

“Your eyes are mesmerizing in this light,” he whispered to them, his voice dark and husky. “And you painted them.” His fingers caressed their cheek, leaving ghostly trails of heat.

That damned frog remained in Rylie’s throat. They nodded, unable to meet his gaze.

Casrath hummed to himself. His fingers traveled lower to their neck, and he traced circles all the way down to the soft spot between their throat and their clavicle.

Rylie tensed as Casrath thumbed the erogenous zone. A shiver danced up their spine.

His eyes, heavy-lidded and dark with desire, flashed. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes,” Rylie finally said. Their voice came out cracked from disuse and nerves.

Casrath leaned in, dusted his lips over theirs, before dipping his head down and kissing at that small spot he just thumbed.

Shocks of desire raced through Rylie’s body. A small sigh escaped and they tilted their head to the side, allowing Casrath further access to their throat as he bathed them in small kisses. His tongue darted out, swirling against every particular sensitive spot, leaving Rylie wanton.

Their speechlessness finally broke, Rylie licked their lips with their dry tongue. “Cas?”

“Hmm?” he murmured against their throat as he nuzzled them.

“R- Remember our conversation from- from earlier? Today? Before you- Before you left?”

“Of course. I remember all our conversations, Ree.”

Rylie’s brain short circuited again briefly. Mentally shaking themselves, they continued, “well… I know you miss your home and- and such and- well- you see. You see, I wanted to- wanted to do something nice for you. And you know, I thought. I thought, um--”

Casrath leaned in and silenced them with a long kiss. His tongue darted against their lower lip.

Rylie moaned, and Casrath swallowed it gleefully. He nipped their tongue as Rylie tried to return the previous gesture.

They pulled back with a small gasp, their face glowing pink, and peered up at him shyly.

His voice, deeper than before, resonated with a dark timbre. “Will you be dancing for me, Rylie?”

Rylie nodded, unable to find their words yet again.

Casrath released them, and stood up to push the coffee table away from the couch to allow Rylie plenty of space. As he did so, he picked up the costume makeup.

“I- I didn’t quite know what- what you wanted so… I know its not the same and the makeup is old but….”

Casrath held out a hand for them.

Rylie hesitated. If they stood up, the blanket would fall away. They gulped.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“It’s not a matter of trust.”

Rylie hesitated again.

“It’s a matter of tempered expectations.”

Casrath sighed through his nose. “What do you think my expectations are?”

Rylie looked away, frowning. “Whatever beautiful men, women, and enbies you had in Hell. Stronger, faster, with more stamina than any human.” Rylie scrunched up their nose. “Probably fitter and more flexible too.”

Casrath’s hand remained hovering in the air.

“And yet,” he said, “I have never had the pleasure of my tal’rith dancing for me. Nor the pleasure of a human doing so much to accommodate my needs and understand my culture.

Rylie shrugged again. “That’s… that’s just the bare minimum, though.”

“Not to me,” Casrath said.

Rylie stared at his proffered hand, their heart thumping hard in their chest, and a bead of sweat rolling down the side of their temple. A burst of energy coursed through them, tensing their leg muscles. Far from the type to run, Rylie knew that, in that moment, they could have sprinted with ease.

Rylie slid their hand into Casrath’s.

No more running.

Rylie pulled themselves to their feet with Casrath’s assistance. The blanket fell away, revealing every inch of skin. Immediately, Rylie looked down at their bare feet, their entire face glowing in another blush as a second bead of sweat traced down the back of their neck.

“Rylie.” Casrath’s fingers tilted their chin up. His eyes bore into their own.

They bit their lip, gulping again, shivering and sweating at the same time.

For once, Casrath struggled to speak. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, then breathed their name a second time. His eyes roamed over their face before dropping to the rest of their body. Rylie tensed, curling their shoulders in on themselves, and crossing their arms over their pelvis.

Breasts were breasts. But any further….

Casrath gathered them in his arms, pulling them close to his body before diving down to press a kiss against their lips.

This kiss-- oh.

Rylie gasped, parting their lips for him to explore their mouth. They moaned again, pressing their own tongue against him to taste him back. This kiss-- this kiss had heat. It had teeth, as Rylie took the initiative for the first time, and nibbled on Casrath’s lower lip.

This time, it was Casrath who gasped. And as he pulled away slightly, Rylie pressed onward. A surge of confidence filled them as they pressed their tongue into his mouth.

Casrath’s mouth ran hotter than their own. The tips of his fangs brushed against them as they tasted alcohol on his breath, the scent of ash, and something woody and natural beneath. Almost like pine, but just off enough to give them pause. Casrath did not proceed in the opening Rylie gave him, but continued to allow them to explore his mouth just as fervently.

All the while, his hands traveled down their back. He stroked their hips, running his hand from the top of that second black band, down the flesh it pinched outward and accented, and further down to their lower hip and leg. His hands circled back around, and ghosted up the round hill of their ass.

Rylie tensed for a squeeze that didn’t happen.

Pulling away, Rylie gasped as the need of air overcame their own desires. They panted, staring up at Casrath with wide and wild eyes.

The strange and sudden confidence didn’t diminish. It still worked its way through them, touching every nerve. For once, Rylie didn’t allow their brain to run freely ahead of them. They acted before thinking, grabbing Casrath’s hands and spinning the two of them around as to switch their positions.

Casrath fell back against the couch, sinking into it. He spread his legs out and stared up at Rylie. They recognized that look of lust and hunger, with his lip partially curled, exposing a bit of his fangs.

Perhaps the wine from earlier had been a good idea, Rylie mused for just half a second before realizing, with one last thought, that they had almost forgotten the music.

“Casrath,” Rylie murmured, and the voice which came from their mouth was unrecognizable to them; dark, heavy with want, and smooth. “Would you mind putting some music of your choice on? Something… slow.” They tossed their phone to him.

Casrath easily caught the phone mid-air. After a bit of fiddling, a low, sultry tune slunk its way out of the tiny speakers. Piano-based, but with a hint of string and a saxophone. He set the phone down to the side.

“Perfect,” Rylie said, and they proceeded to shut the rest of their thoughts out.

They placed their hands on Casrath’s knees, and slid their body between them. Shifting their weight from foot-to-foot, they shook their hips back and forth.

A long sigh escaped from Casrath’s nose as Rylie used their fingers to walk their hands up his legs, bobbing their head and shaking their hips in-time to the slow, waltzing music. Before their hands reached his crotch, they let go, standing back up to instead drag their own fingers down the side of their face, and then further down the side of their breast.

Rylie allowed their eyes to fall shut and submitted themselves to the will of the music. They continued to dance, following altered steps of their previous pole-dancing class. The steps remained small as they danced closer and closer to Casrath, trailing their own hands down their body, across their face, chest, and hips.

As they opened their eyes, Rylie reminded themselves that they were not the flexible type before trying to fling their leg over his shoulder. Instead, they slid their leg against the outside of Casrath’s, leaning forwards, and planting their knee next to his hip.

Rylie sighed softly against Casrath’s lips, which now were only a few inches away.

Casrath fidgeted. His eyes continued to roam over their entire body. His chest rose and fell in his own hard pants as he sat, tensed as a bow string.

Rylie shot him a cheeky grin.

That broke Casrath. He lunged forward, hooking his fingers around their hips, and dragging them onto his lap and into another dizzying kiss. A growl mingled with a purr rumbled in his chest, nearly drowning out the music. He ravaged Rylie’s lips, but rather than submitting, Rylie’s own deluge of an attack met him.

They bit back harder, rubbed their tongue just as hard against his, and kissed his lips just as swollen as theirs. Rylie locked their fingers behind his neck, leveraging themselves to better position themselves on his lap.

Casrath shifted beneath them as well, pulling them ever closer into his chest. Rylie’s knees sat outside Casrath’s upper thighs and their clothed crotch sat right above his own.

With their heart still beating hard in their throat, Rylie pulled away from Casrath to gasp for air. Their hands and body no longer shook with unwarranted shivers.

Casrath’s purr remained, and he rubbed circles into their hips with his warm palms. The touch was neither soft nor too rough.

They sat back, peering down at Casrath with their head cocked to the side, barely a thought sparking in their mind.

Casrath stared up at them with ever darker eyes. That demonic orange flame within raged, but for now, remained contained.

The music, that soft piano, teasing string, and playful sax, still swirled around the both of them.

Rylie smirked. Catching the beat of the music, they shifted their weight back and forth, a slow start to build to a full gyration.

Casrath released a long, low moan at Rylie’s machinations. As Rylie rocked their hips back and forth along Casrath’s crotch, they trailed their fingers across his clothed chest, tracing nonsense shapes into the fabric. They watched, enraptured, as his eyes fluttered close and his lips parted yet again as another moan escaped from him.

Heat pooled in their lower belly, and Rylie felt something unfamiliar, but all too knowable, shift beneath them as he hardened. It brought yet another smirk to Rylie’s lips, but this one a little more uncertain.

When Casrath’s eyes flashed open, Rylie braced themself to be flipped around, for those lips to crash into theirs and for him to seize and conquer them. But instead, Casrath leaned in, and traced his nose against their own. His hands left their hips as he picked up the fallen costume makeup from the couch, and popped the lid open.

“May... I- I paint you?” Casrath breathed against their lips. His words bled into his heavy pants.

Rylie merely nodded.

Casrath squirted orange paint onto his fingers. He rubbed his fingers together, smoothing and thinning out the paint, before reaching up to brush his fingers along Rylie’s neck.

Rylie shivered as the cold paint met their heated flesh.

Rylie couldn’t see what Casrath was doing, but they could feel his fingers as he painted long, jagged lines down either side of their throat. He curled those lines toward their clavicles, before lifting his fingers, and then painting an unrecognizable, geometrical symbol.

Casrath continued his own machinations, trailing his fingers to continue similar symbols on Rylie’s shoulders and down their arms. Rylie glanced down, watching as Casrath curled the paint around their biceps before drawing the same symbol on the back of their hands.

The symbol was a simple one; a polygon with 6 sides, and yet in a shape similar to that of a Valentine heart. A dot between the sqggggggggggggguncertainty hitting them like a freight train. Up to this point, without a mirror, Rylie easily ignored the presence of their stomach. They didn’t have to look and see how it hung over the hem of their panties. Nor did they have to pay attention to how it already pressed forward and into Casrath’s own muscular front before even their breasts did.

Not that they wanted that. A flatter stomach by itself would have been fine.

Slowly, Rylie squeezed their eyes and shook their head back and forth. No. Not right now. Not when they had been on top for so long--

“Okay,” Casrath murmured, and his lips ghosted against Rylie’s once more in a tender kiss. The cold touch of his painted fingers brushed along their hips and thighs. “Is this better then?”

Rylie nodded. They leaned their forehead against Casrath’s. Carefully, with Casrath guiding their hips as he painted them, Rylie started to gyrate their hips once more.

It was hard not to brush against his erection. Contained by thick denim against the side of his leg, everytime Rylie found themselves accidentally brushing their wet panties against it, Casrath shuddered. Using his shoulders as leverage, Rylie once again caught the wave of the looping music, and dove back into their wicked dance.

Rylie played with Casrath’s hair as he decorated their body further with the red costume makeup. This time, he added details to the orange markings, crossing over the previous orange lines in twisted and detailed filigree. Casrath traced a line of red following their temples down to their jaw, curving beneath and connecting it to the orange alongside the sides of their neck.

His heavy breathing continued to billow against their face with every shared touch.

And as Rylie found themself lost within the sensation of his hands and the music, a soft moan slipped past their lips as they continuously ground against Casrath’s need.

Then, he started to grind back. He snapped his hips upwards, rubbing himself back against them.

God.

Heat pooled in their own core, winding it tighter and tighter.

And as Casrath reached around to grab a massive handful of their ass, squeezing hard and pushing them down against him harder, Rylie found themselves whimpering softly at their own need.

Their eyes flashed open. They were not the fittest, and as such, already their hips and knees were beginning to hurt with the effort of keeping themselves upward.

Casrath didn’t close his eyes, nor did they leave Rylie’s form. He raked his sight up and down their body as he continued to squeeze and fondle their ass, pressing them further down into him. He leaned in, but rather than kiss their lips, he instead nipped their clavicle before moving downwards to press the flat of his tongue against the tops of their breasts.

He dragged his tongue in a long, sizzling lick across the top of their chest. He pressed another kiss between their breasts, right where their cleavage began.

Rylie threw their head back as Casrath dragged another moan out of them.

“We- we need to stop. I- I mean. I don’t want to but--” Rylie panted.

A growl rumbled in Casrath’s chest, but with a long sigh, he pulled back. His eyes remained dark, his eyebrows drawn in, and his mouth parted in heavy breaths.

“Yes. Yes, I-- if we do not….”

Casrath wrapped his arms around Rylie. He shifted their weight, tucking them into his chest. He buried his face into the top of their head, breathing deeply.

“...If we do not, I will not be able to stop myself any longer from taking you right here,” Casrath murmured.

Rylie flushed, but they nodded. “Oh.” They bit back their words, their begs for Casrath to give in for once. For him to flip them around, pull off his pants, and for him to fuck them right into the couch.

No, Rylie told themself. We can’t. Not yet. It’s not time yet.

“You-- you are a devious one, Rylie Hill,” Casrath said with a small chuckle underlining his words. He easily picked Rylie up off his lap to instead tuck them into his side rather than on his noticeable erection.

“Only sometimes,” Rylie said. The smirk didn’t drop from their lips. “I- I don’t know if I did anything right. I’ve never really given anyone a, uh, lapdance before. But- but I wanted to do something nice for you. I don’t know.” They looked away as their senses came trickling back, and with it, embarrassment. “Sorry if I was heavy.”

“Rylie….” Casrath leaned his cheek on the top of their head. Picking the blanket up off the ground, he draped it over the both of them before turning the music off and hugging Rylie close.

“You were wonderful. I do not have words in this language to explain how much what you did means to me. Nor do I have words to express just how much I enjoyed you.”

Rylie flushed. “Um, I don’t think you need words….” they glanced down at Casrath’s now covered lap.

Casrath chuckled. “Indeed. But no, you are not heavy to me at all, Rylie. I am much stronger than I look.” He nuzzled the top of their head. “I- I know you will want to wash up soon, but- but do you mind staying here, with me, for a little longer?”

Rylie smiled softly. “Oh, Cas….” They turned, and pressed the smallest of kisses against his lips. “I don’t want to leave yet either. I can wash up in a little bit.”

Casrath’s purr grew louder. He picked Rylie up to put them back in his lap, but this time he held them almost bridal-style -- settling their head against his shoulder.

“Perfect.”

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Hello I saw your response to my question about match-ups! Tysm and i'm excited to see who your going to match me with! I hope this isn't too long!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Lincoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider I looked up pictures of spiders today and I almost died.

A/n: I know, I know... It's been a long ass time. But I'm gonna catch up with it all now 😭 Forgive me

I ship you with Negan Smith!

Negan would be interested in getting to know you, for sure. He'd keep his guard up at first and wait for you to slip up in some way so he could play a messed up game of cat and mouse with you. When he realizes that you have a sharp wit, and aren't afraid of standing up for yourself, he'd be pretty infatuated.

He digs a reckless girl, but he wants to be the most reckless thing in her life.

Before you became a thing, you had been friends. Because of the same personality type, you got along like a house on fire. Negan has always treated you like an equal and someone worthy of his time. You could sit in his makeshift office for hours discussing things you’ve never thought you’d discuss with anyone. That made you feel closer to him than any friend you ever had. It was your favorite place to hang out when there was nothing to do around the Sanctuary.

Negan loves everything about you, from your tiny freckles and eyes he couldn’t stop staring at to your grungy style and wild hair that seemed to swallow his fingers whenever he tried to pass them through and unravel some of the tangles.

Negan would dig your look but he would want you to be a little more confident and not have such a low opinion of yourself.

Keep the flannels and hoodies coming. He finds a chill girl hella sexy.

The fact that you were shorter than he was made him feel like you were fragile. It made you look less intimidating and softer than any other woman in the sanctuary, which Negan wasn’t used to. Maybe you weren't a princess that needed protecting, but he wanted to be your knight in shining armor. The fact that you were clumsy and seemed to goof around even when there was no time and place for that made him want to ensure you were always safe even more. He wouldn’t be able to live through losing you just because he wasn’t careful enough and let you run around by yourself in the middle of the apocalypse.

You never seemed to care about what people thought of you, even though Negan did. He loved how you didn't seem to be bothered by anyone. And when somebody got under your skin, you did not hesitate to shut it down, earning yourself a round of applause from your man if he was around to see it. He let you handle stuff like that and only interrupted when things started getting out of hand.

Negan would appreciate seeing that feisty, stubborn side come out when you need to defend yourself or someone you care about.

But he wouldn't like seeing you destroy yourself. He'd try to nudge you into being more vulnerable and open about your emotions. And he would do a damn good job of it.

He’d be your rock, someone you could go to with your worst problems. He knew exactly how it felt to think you were constantly fucking up, always not good enough. He was there for you. You knew he would support you through anything.

Negan would like the southern twang in your voice. He finds it endearing as hell.

He would be amused by the fact that you find smelling cigarette smoke comforting, but he'd want to make sure you don't pick up the habit as well. He'd want to make sure you don't fall into that old family pattern of smoking. He'd do anything to keep you from smoking. He doesn't want you to shorten your life even more.

Negan would dig the fact that you like swimming. He'd enjoy taking you for a swim.

He'd love that you like horror movies and rainy days. Rain reminds him of the storm inside himself.

That 80s 90s rock though, that would impress Negan tremendously.

Negan would mock you a little for your fear of spiders, but in a lighthearted way.

After he was done laughing, he would remind you that he's the big scary one, and you don't have to be afraid of spiders when he's around.

#the walking dead #twd #the walking dead amc #twd ships #twd ship #the walking dead ships #ships #ship

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twoidiotwriters1 · 1 year

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Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I love all these girls they're so amazing 😭❤️ -Danny

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xxi: The Avenger

"You got your things?"

"I came here with nothing, so yeah," Cat grinned.

Shuri stared at her intently, Copycat was still wearing her suit, she had no other clothes to wear, and she wasn't planning to parade around town anyway, she would leave Riri in her dorm, and then go back to New York.

"You helped me a lot this week, I won't forget that," Shuri said.

Cat reached for the princess's hand. "You have no idea how important this suit was for my next move. And meeting Namor changed my mind about a few things."

"About what?"

"That mutants are superior beings," The princess hesitated, and the hero laughed and patted Shuri's back harshly. "You should've seen your face! Sorry, some habits are harder to drop than others."

The girl punched Cat's shoulder lightly. "You look happy... gives me hope."

"It does?"

"That one day I'll look on the bright side like you do."

Cat decided to be honest, maybe that would help Shuri. "Lying to Namor was like turning my back on every mutant on Earth, Shuri. He showed me that we have worth, and what I can achieve if I don't give up on myself. It may not mean much to you, but I'm thankful you didn't kill him."

Shuri looked away. "I think we have lost enough. Killing Namor would've turned the Black Panther into someone unworthy of the legacy."

"Hmm, I hate legacies," Cat patted her shoulder again. "Don't become a stranger, alright? You can call me even if it's just to complain about your day."

"Good luck with that hunter," the girl squeezed her arm encouragingly. "Don't let him win."

"Can't. I got a team to rebuild," she grinned.

"I'll be waiting for your call."

Riri stumbled onto her bed. "Oof! That ain't something I'm gonna get used to..."

Cat chuckled. "It was the fastest way to get you here," she dropped the girl's bag next to her. "Look after yourself, kiddo."

"Wait! That thing you said... about recruiting me..."

"You don't want me to?"

"You're gonna do it for real?"

"Yeah, if you're really interested," Cat assured her. "But there are a few things I gotta do first. Don't worry though, if you're meant to be an Avenger, you'll become one in due time."

Riri had an anxious look on her face. "I'm not sure I want to, though..."

Cat was unbothered by her response. She shrugged casually. "Well, the world is full of people like us, so no pressure. Whatever you end up choosing will be the right call, as long as it's not out of fear."

"A colonizer in chains... Now I have seen everything."

"Funny," the ex-agent got out of the car and noticed the young woman on his left. "So Copycat really is Agent Zero, huh?"

She frowned. "How did you figure it out?"

"We found your gorgon suit at the scene," Agent Ross explained. "But I heard you quit like a year ago..."

"I heard you committed treason," she replied.

The man looked at Okoye. "You're protecting her?"

"I protected them," Cat frowned.

"She took advantage of our situation," Okoye clarified.

"You know, Mother, sometimes you say real hurtful things—"

"Don't ever call me Mother."

"De Fontaine will hunt your ass when she finds out—"

"Valentina," Cat's eyes flashed dangerously. If the woman had been there when they'd found the Gorgon suit, then Russo knew she was back. "She's the reason I came to get you, actually."

Ross paused. "She... is?"

"I'm sure some people love to have her in the office," Cat walked back to Okoye's car, hidden on the side of the road. "Unfortunately, I can't allow that."

"What?" Agent Ross inquired. "What are you talking about?"

"Mouse, we have to give Agent Ross an update."

"On it."

"And while you're at it, look for Fury's number, he's been on vacation for far too long."

"You got it, boss."

"Wait, why me?" The man questioned.

"Because you got fired and it wasn't fair play," she said. "You'll help me and Captain America, Agent, if you want your job back."

Cat showed up in the middle of Matt's apartment... and startled Foggy Nelson in the process.

"HOLY SHIT!" The man fell over Matt's couch out of pure shock.

Matthew rushed out of the kitchen and walked up to Foggy, picking him up from the floor. "Why didn't you call!?"

"I wanted to surprise you with the news!" Cat winced.

"What news?" He scowled, helping his friend to get back on his feet.

"...that I'm alive?" She made a face. "Now it sounds stupid."

Foggy looked at her in disbelief. "Are you Copycat?"

"It's okay, Foggy—"

"Oh my god, are you in trouble?" The man looked at him with his mouth wide open. "You said you were taking a break—"

"—Foggy, calm down—"

"—Copycat is in your living room!"

Cat pressed the button on the side of her mask, turning off her visor. "He's not in trouble!"

Foggy stared at her squinting. "Do I know you?"

"You do," she took a deep breath. "Have you gotten any better at pool or am I going to keep stealing your paychecks?"

His eyes widened. "Cat?!"

The young woman smiled awkwardly. "Good to see you, bud."

"Foggy, you need to leave," Matt reached for the man's stuff and hung a bag over his friend's shoulder. "I'll explain everything later."

"But— wait! Cat?" Foggy looked at her and smiled. "That makes so much sense."

"I'm sure it does," Cat chuckled.

"You owe me an explanation too, though," he warned her before leaving. Matt kept pushing him forward. "A big one!"

"Yeah, sure!" She answered from her place. "Maybe one day you'll get it!"

Matt told Foggy not to mention he'd seen Cat, and his friend promised to keep his mouth shut, but he'd definitely demand all the answers sooner than later. Once he closed the front door, Matt spoke to her out loud. "Why didn't you call?"

"What time is it?"

"Seven thirty, boss."

"Thanks, Mouse," she looked at Matthew. "It's Monday, what are you doing in your house at this hour?"

He walked back into the living room, crossing his arms. "The power went out in the office so we came here instead."

"Where's Karen?"

"Took a short vacation, she'd been working nonstop for months," he hesitated for a second, in the end, he sighed and loosened the tie around his neck. "You should've told me you were coming."

"I didn't think it through," she apologized, then looked down at her suit. "Hey, you said Spidey brought some of my stuff. Where are they?"

"In my closet," he took a step forward. "You got a new suit?"

"Brand new design, changes colors depending on the light. I got a cloak too, but that one was given to me by another mutant, not Shuri."

"Another mutant?" He raised a brow. "Can I?" He raised his hand and Cat pulled her cloak forth, placing it on his open palm. "Paint me the picture," he requested.

"Two jaguars standing on their hind legs, they're facing away from each other," her eyes were focused on him. "The embroidery is silver and gold, and the fabric is teal, like jade."

"Does it have a purpose, or is it just for show?" He teased her.

"It's like Kingpin suits, but I'm sure it's made out of something else... the people that gave it to me called me a jaguar, he said they represent the power of darkness in the universe."

Matt frowned. "That doesn't sound flattering."

"Wasn't meant to be a compliment," Cat admitted. "It's who I am to them. It's like you, wearing a devil suit when you are a die-hard Catholic. Doesn't mean you're bad, only that you're one of the few who dares to do what it takes to keep your city safe."

He let go of the cloak but didn't move away. "You feel different. I would say happy, but..."

"I've made peace with parts of myself I thought weren't enough. I am enough... for what I'll do, anyway."

Matthew sighed. "There it is."

"What an ominous statement," she snorted. "I'm fine, Matthew. Don't overthink it."

He walked back to his kitchen. "You ate yet?"

"No, I was having a meeting with a former CIA agent."

"Can I ask?"

"I can tell you everything over dinner," she went to his room to get changed. "Even that part with the handsome and scary mutant, but I can't be specific, I promised not to tell others..."

"Sounds like a fun prospect," he replied with sarcasm. "Just your type, right? Secretive and inconvenient."

"More like charismatic and social," she tapped M.O.U.S.E. twice and her suit hid in a paw-shaped pin on her chest. "Did Spider-Man say anything about coming this week?"

"He said he'd try."

"I think I'll go see Harley. Fury and the CIA agent agreed to help, I'm sure Harley's dying to pass all of our research to them, he didn't want to be involved, to begin with..." She put on a shirt and her favorite shorts. "Have you heard anything about the other guy?"

"What other guy?"

"The one that brought me along with Webs."

"Ah, that guy," he said. "Spider-man didn't mention him."

"So he left," Cat said quietly. "I'm glad."

"You don't sound glad."

"Well, I couldn't help him, I feel guilty."

Matthew hummed. "I'm sure you did your best."

Cat walked into the living room. "You have a habit of cheering me up even when I don't deserve it. Maybe I didn't try at all, have you considered that? Maybe I was selfish."

"I said you did your best. Whether your best is enough or not, that's another story," Matthew handed her a plate.

"That's so mean," she grinned, sitting down happily to enjoy her warm dinner. "But... Most of the people that I've interacted with ended up in a bad situation. From now on, I'll mind my business."

"I disagree, my life got better after we met."

She laughed. "Are you okay? Before I left for this mission you hated me, now it sounds like we're back to being best friends."

Matt sat in front of her, he had a small smile on his face. "We're definitely not friends. I'm saying you were exactly what I needed back then... but maybe this guy needs something else. Some people need the real thing, and a copycat isn't that."

She'd missed his bits of advice, as blunt and straightforward as they were, he was the only person in this world who understood her anger, but now... she knew it was because he couldn't remember her reasons to be who she was, and she couldn't blame him, but it still hurt. Cat was as real as any other person, she just couldn't be herself most of the time, because that tended to scare people off.

"Matthew, not even you are able to be sincere every second of your life," she sighed. "We hide parts of ourselves when we want to be picked. For example, right now I'm hiding how much I'd like to take you to bed to ask you if you're willing to be friends again."

He smirked, he didn't even bother to ask if she was joking or not, with her there was no difference. "If you can remember how to be a decent one."

"Vaguely," she took a bite of her food. "I won't blackmail you or break any of your bones this time around, promise."

"That's sweet..." he stole a bit of food from her plate. "Let's be friends, then."

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willywonderfan · 2 years

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Webs of bloodlust final part

(Sebastian took a few steps forward while Walter took a few steps back with his eyes flooding with tears from seeing that his dead brother was brought back as a monster.)

Walter: Sebastian, what's become of you?

Sebastian: What's wrong brother, aren't you glad to see me again!?

Bernadette: Yeah, didn't you want your brother to come back?

Walter: Not like this!

(Walter then realized that Bernadette knew something very personal about him.)

Walter: How did you know that?

Bernadette: As a head vampire, I am capable of many this...

(Bernadette summons tentacles made of dark energy to hold Walter and the most of the crew in place.)

Bernadette: Including mind reading.

Vampire mouse: Hey Master Bernadette, where did the fly and gnome go?

Bernadette: What!?

(Bernadette turns around and sees that Larry and Sprocket were nowhere to be found.)

Bernadette: Where the fuck did they go!?

Larry and Sprocket: Lerroy Jenkins!!!

(Larry and Sprocket jump into the scene and incapacitate most of the vampires with holy water.)

Larry: Well that's most of them.

Sprocket: And now it's time to defeat you!

Bernadette: Oh I don't think you'll be doing that...

(Before anyone could say anything Sheldon and Anthony come out of nowhere and bite the two would-be saviours.)

Djimmi: Larry, Sprocket, no!!!

(Djimmi manages to break free from the tentacles and tries to escape along side Walter and Lucy, but their friends who were clearly being mind controlled blocked the exit as Larry and Sprocket woke up as mind controlled vampires.)

Sebastian: Just give it up brother, it's 57 against 3, so you're clearly gonna loose here...

Djimmi: You're forgetting that I'm a genie that can turn back time!

Walter: Djimmi, no offense, BUT WHY DIDN'T YOU GO BACK IN TIME TO PREVENT THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE!?

Djimmi: Because I usually use my overpowered magic as a last resort.

Bernadette: Yeah about that, I've cursed this mansion so that only vampiric magic works here.

Djimmi, Walter, and Lucy: Oh, shit...

(Bernadette walks up to Walter while holding something behind her back.)

Bernadette: Now that I've got you right where I want you...(she pulls out a wedding ring) I'd like to take your hand in marriage.

(No one says anything for a few moments.)

Walter: Are you serious, that's what this has all been about, you wanted to fucking marry me!?

Bernadette: Yeah, why? Are you saying that I should've just asked?

Walter: No, I'm already married you bitch!!!

Bernadette: Well how was I supposed to know!?

Lucy: Oh I don't know, maybe the fact that he and I have matching wedding rings!?

(Walter and Lucy shows Bernadette their wedding rings.)

Bernadette: Well I fucked up.

Djimmi, Walter, and Lucy: You think!?

Bernadette: Hey to be fair, you two could've saved a lot of time by telling me you were married, any way here's your cure and now I'll be onto the next guy.

(Bernadette breaks everyone out of her mind control and tries to leave the room but is immediately confronted and arrested by the supernatural police for mind control and performing necrovampirisum without a license.)

Walter: Yeah, Lucy and I called the supernatural police on you, because we're not letting you get away with this.

Bernadette: You haven't seen the last of me assholes!!!

Sebastian: Ugh, what happened, why am I alive again?

Walter: Sebastian!

(Sebastian turns around and sees Walter.)

Sebastian: Walter!

(The brothers have a sincere sibling hug.)

Sebastian: How's my little bro.

Walter: Oh, I'm fine, by the way, this is my wife Lucy.

Lucy: Hello Sebastian.

Sebastian: Well look at my bro being a married man, and I must say that you're a lucky lady.

Sheldon: Guys I hate to interrupt, but it's almost sunset, so if you want to be cured, then there's no time to waste.

Sebastian: Well about that...

Walter: What's wrong?

Sebastian: Well since I was brought back through necrovampirisum, I kinda need to stay a vampire, since it's the vampirisum that's keeping me alive.

Walter: Well I that case I'm staying a vampire too.

Lucy: Well then so am I.

Felicity: And I guess I'll also become a permanent vampire.

Sheldon: Really, even after all you guys been through?

Walter: Yeah, besides I don't think it'll be too bad.

Lucy: I feel like I wanna stay a vampire because of what I went through.

Felicity: And I feel more wild and carefree as a vampire.

Sheldon: If you insist, the rest of us on the other hand are eager to be cured.

(The other vampires line up to be cured by Djimmi outside the mansion, eventually everyone got a cup of the antidote.)

Vampire mouse: Drink up, everybody!

(The others vampires drank their cup of antidote and shadowy bat monsters flew out of their bodies, after Collin was cured he walk towards the Walter, Lucy, and Felicity.)

Collin: Come on guys, just please take the antidote, you three still have a minute left.

Felicity: We appreciate your concern, but we're staying as vampires.

Collin: Are you guys sure that you actually want to do this?

(The three look at eachother and replied with yes.)

Collin: Alright then, just make sure not to fall too deep into the darkness.

Felicity: We promise that we won't.

(Reassured, Collin heads back to the group, the bloodmoon rises and Walter, Sebastian, Felicity, and Lucy have the some monsters emerges from their hearts, Walter walks up to them and asks a question.)

Walter: We're not going to regret this, are we?

Bat monster: I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT YOU VAMPLINGS WON'T REGRET THIS DECISION, ESPECIALLY SINCE DEATH IN THIS IS NOT MUCH AS A PERMANENT PARTING SORROW AS IT IN OTHER WORLDS...

Walter: What does that mean?

Bat monster: IT MEANS THAT YOU'RE MORTAL FRIENDS AREN'T GONE FOREVER IF THEY DIE, AND THEY CAN ALWAYS BE CONTACTED THROUGH THE ASTRAL PLAIN OR BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE, SO TRUST ME, TOU GUYS WON'T REGRET THIS DECISION...

(The bat monsters go back into the four's hearts and become vampires permanently, the next day the crew wake up Glumstone from his stone state.)

Glumstone: I'm glad to see everything is back to normal.

Sheldon: Well, for the most part...

Glumstone: Should I be worried?

Sheldon: No, it's just that Walter, Lucy, and Felicity decided to stay vampires while Walter's brother Sebastian had to stay a vampire to stay alive, but they won't hurt you.

Glumstone: That's good to hear.

(That night Walter and Lucy are romantically strolling down the moonlight city streets, they sit down on a bench and share a blood bag together.)

Sebastian: Hey, wait up guys!

(Sebastian and Felicity catch up and sit bedside they two love bugs.)

Walter: (smugly) Nice to see that you haven't changed a bit.

Sebastian: (jokingly) You're just jealous that I'm still cooler than you.

(The four joked together for about an hour, they then looked up at the beautiful night sky, ready for the new adventures the await them now that they're vampires.)

The end.

#Cuphead #cuphead dlc #moonshine mob #djimmi the great #Vampires #fanfic #The flying gentlemen #glumstone the giant #Sprocket the gnome

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 1 year

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||Drunken Playtime: Round two Kai and Rex||

Hi dears, this is a drabble request for a friend but this is the second one involving the couple: The demon werewolf with the flamed phoenix. Now, like I said this is a drabble from the meme when one of the muses is drunk and sending a text. So this is the second drabble. I already written the first one.

~~Drabble summary~~

Rex was bored one night hanging out with Jun while waiting for his phoenix to come back home from a mission. However, when waiting, he saw Jun finding his husband's secret Snow Blossom Sake he hides from him and others. He heard it was pretty strong, it's strong but he can take it. So he joins Jun still drinks a bit or a lot. Now after a bit, when Kai gets the text messages, he has to be careful before his eager werewolf tries to catch him. Will Kai get through or will he become caught by his husband? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Nsfw is present in this drabble.

~Playful teasing is present

~Little game of cat and mouse

((Guests in the drabble))

Kai Shiranui belongs to my friend or sensei mun @dark-hybrid-ninja

Rex oxford Mills belongs to me

((Their will be grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. So just wanted to let you know. With that said, please enjoy))

It seems Hiruko had Jun busy or distracted after what happened however, now it was his turn. He knew his husband Rex was going to be either waiting for him or pounce on him. He gets to the back door but carefully opens it seeing the kitchen was quiet.

Maybe Rex was sleeping the sake off?

No. Knowing his husband, he either is waiting somewhere and planning. Rex was one sneaky husband. Kai enters the house and tries to get upstairs to the room. If he gets up there, he will be safe for that time.

"Alright, just need to head to the living room and then I should be good." He said going to the living room. However, as soon as he got close, he felt something. Kai jumps back to look but his face was flushed. Rex was standing there but he was growling just looking at his husband hungry like.

"Welcome home my precious phoenix.....I been waiting for you so long.." He wags his tail but Kai looks to him with arms crossed. Yeah, he was drunk or maybe he isn't since he's a werewolf demon.

"Yes, I'm home...even though you seem to be okay my love." He said but Rex looks to him to smile.

"I'm fine..but....I do wish to....cuddle with my husband.." He takes a step but Kai steps back already knowing he had to try to run since they were going to play a little game.

"Hmmmm, that sounds tempting but remember what I said? You have to catch me first. If you do, then I'll give you all the cuddles in the world.." True, a tempting and dangerous offer for a hungry husband. But Rex was smart knowing his Kai was. He only licked his lips now itching to play.

"You teasing little minx.....already trying to get me more excited than I already am?" he quickly moves but Kai dodges to get on the other side looking at him. Rex was still pretty quick while their eyes met.

"I'm not that tempting.....I do try to behave even if it involves making you blush..." He mutters but only sees him chuckle loving it. He was drunk a little and yet, he was more drunk of catching his hubby and playing with him all night long.

Now it seems it's a race or the start of one. Seeing Kai ready to run, Rex looks to him. "You know you'll not get far. If I catch you, I'll enjoy eating that cute ass of yours." He teased but Kai looks to him.

"Depends if you catch me." He whispered but he saw Rex quickly try to grab him for Kai to dodge him. He now runs off into the living room only to get blocked off. Rex got in front of him but he jumps over now running away from the naughty heated werewolf demon husband. He saw his hungry expression only to dash by him or jump over him as Rex was giving chase. He saw he has gotten better in his movements which was impressive to Kai.

He runs up the stairs with Rex hot on his tail. He was close to the bedroom door, trying to hurry towards it but he sees it up ahead! He saw Rex trying to pounce on him. Kai saw but he dodges with a light smile on his face almost teasing his husband.

"Seems you got to be a little quicker love. I thought you wanted to have a little meal? Were you just joking around?" he teased at the bedroom room about to open it and heads inside.

Kai gets to their room locking the door but he smirked feeling happy. He won and got here before Rex did. Seems his speed was in need of work. "Well, I won it looks like. Oh well, I'm sure he will do better the next time." He chuckled about to turn to get washed up until..

"Is that so love?"

Kai stops but looks at the door seeing it's still locked but as he tries to head towards it something gently tackles him to the floor on his knees. "You know, your pretty sneaky but even your puppy can learn new tricks." Rex growls holding his cutie down that Kai struggles.

"Wait a second, how did you-"

"Being a demon werewolf can teach you new things..even when making copies with your own shadow....but seems your pretty good too...hmm?" he chuckled to grind against him as Kai twitches feeling something hot and hard poking him.

"But as you said, I saw you made a effort..so maybe I can reward you....as you do with me." He purrs but he sees Kai shaking blushing a little bit. Yeah, this was going to be something.

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A black werewolf tail was wagging left and right, along with whimpers and muffled yelps. Rex was on his knees but he was pushing his tongue into his husband while eating him out. Kai was shaking on his knees, trying to get away from his sneaky husband but he gasped being spanked to be still.

"Ahhhh....nugghh...n..naughty werewolf..y..your...nmmmm..." He felt his fingers spreading him out but he only keeps thrusting his fingers in and out before pushing his tongue into him. Another yelp leaves Kai's lips to grip the bed.

"Mmmmmmm........." He always loved having fun but it was better knowing Kai didn't mind. He loved this sort of thing knowing he was squeezing his ass pulling him close.

"....hhaa hhaaa Rex..w..wait a second..mmmmm.....your fingers are going in d..deeper..ahhhhh I can'...can't....." he threw his head back feeling his tongue now pushing into him deeply with his other hand pumping him.

Rex had to move to pant, slamming his fingers into him. "It's fine. Go ahead and let it out. It's adorable seeing you cum for me." He pushes his fingers in deep that Kai cries out feeling his body aching to fall forward. He twitched biting his pillow with his hips bucking back.

"Mmmmm!! mmmmm!! mmmmmm!!!!"

"That's it..your almost there..go ahead and cum for me. Let me see you cum all over your sheets love." He keeps teasing and thrusting his fingers. Rex needed to see this. He wanted to see this!!! Even if Kai tired to hold it he couldn't letting the pillow go screaming out in a daze.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!!" He came right there hard on the sheets twitching as he tightens around his fingers panting. It felt good when he did this but he only falls forward still cumming when Rex licked his lips.

"Good job..you came so much..." He teased slowly stroking his ass with both hands while getting a whimper but he squeezes his ass. "But we are not done yet.." .he teases now looking to him. He pulls him back but now grinds in between his ass to let him feel his arousal. Kai's eyes widen but looks back shaking to see his cock throbbing in want.

"............"

"Remember, I did reward you..now I want it for catching my prey...." He said slowly grinding hearing Kai hiss and moan feeling hot.

"Youuuuu n..naughty little mmmmm......" He wanted to say but he was shaking to feel Rex hug him against his chest till he suddenly slams into his hole. Kai screams again with eyes wide shaking as he came again. It felt hot but he twitched panting.

"Grrrrr and still so tight inside too..." He whispered before he begins thrusting hard into him hearing Kai's weak moans as he was hearing the claps of skin.

"Ahhhh ahhhh Re..Rex...s..so hard and d..deep....your s..so deep.....mmmm..." He knew he should punish his husband for this and maybe cheating a little. He was hiding in the bedroom and had a copy chase him. Well, it was smart he'll give him that but he was moaning and gasping not able to think right now. His husband was thrusting into him deeply and he only flushed red to still cry out to looking up.

"Ahhhh!!! Ahhhhh!! M..Morreeeee.....g..go more!! I need m..more!!" he begs of him but Rex only pulls back to lay down, thrusting up harder into Kai as he was twitching moaning out from the feeling of being full.

"I will be sure to give you more. You'll get every bit.." he growls still slamming upward into him that he was shivering feeling his body burning. His hands caressing his chest as Kai panted.

"Ahhhh ahhh ah ah ah AH AH AH!!" His face was flushed red, hidden within the darkness of the room. Drool running down his chin with a thin layer of sweat showing. It felt good! It was way too good even if his husband was showing no mercy on him. He arched his back crying out in pure pleasure.

Seeing and hearing how Kai cries out like that, shaking and twitching only got Rex more excited to grab his wrists to slam upward harder and faster that he was quicker.

"Ahhhhh!? T..too fast! Too fast!!" He moans bouncing on his cock to close his hands into fists. Rex didn't mind but he only keeps going now growling loving the noises.

"it's not too fast. You always did love it rough. You do don't you?" he asked even Kai was panting twitching.

"Ahhh mmmmmmmm I..I doooooo f..fuck! I do love it rough! I love w....when your s..so rough with me. Please go r..rougher. Make me scream your name and c..cum! Make me cum!!" he begs but Rex only panted doing just that.

"As I said, I will. I'll make sure you get every inch, every drop. But don't worry this is only the first round. I plan on making you mind all. night." he whispered still moving and yet he did keep to his word. He didn't stop nor slowed down. He made sure Kai savored this little reward/punishment. Rex knew he did.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #Drunken Playtime: Round two Kai and Rex #Kai Shiranui #Rex oxford mills #dark-hybird-ninja #ninja fantasy book #peahen writer

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candlewaxandp0lar0ids · 2 years

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11 or 12 (you can pick) from the hurt/comfort list with jungkook please 🥺

Thank you for the ask anon! This is lowkey (highkey) inspired by the Witcher, and I'll hope you'll enjoy it. I love hurt/comfort SO much you have no idea, so this was amazing to write!

"Let me take care of it, alright? You need to rest.”

Genre: Fantasy AU / Witcher AU

Word count: 1.5k (yeah I broke my 1k rule for that one...)

Warning: descriptions of violence / wounds, mention of death, angst.

Being in the library late at night is not unusual for you. You only find sleep in the early hours of the morning, and you like to use the quiet times, when the whole castle is asleep, to work in silence. With a candle nearby, you read and catalogue every manuscript that can be found here. Officially, that is the only reason for your presence, but in truth, you have gotten used to the strangest people coming to pay you for your knowledge. Sometimes, it’s the king’s orders, others, much more questionable characters.

The last one wasn’t either — and he hadn’t come to you for help. He’d been hired by villagers, you’d been told, who’d gathered enough gold to be able to afford his rates. There had been a monster roaming in the woods, one that only took children and young women. The man had broken into the library just as midnight was ringing, probably thinking there wouldn’t be anyone there. But of course, you were there, discreet as a mouse in your corner.

He hadn’t wanted your help. Told you, avoiding your eyes, that he could do it on his own.

You were the one who had offered your services. For free, just this once.

The man had listened, golden eyes reflecting the candlelight, curly black hair falling around his face. He looked soft and young, for a man who was feared in the entire kingdom, and probably far beyond the borders too. He kept his eyes on the books, the window, the door. Anywhere but on you. When you’d stopped talking, he had nodded, once.

“If you’re right, I’ll give you your share of the gold,” was all he’d said before leaving just like he’d come in, silent as a cat, through the window.

That had been a week ago. You’d heard that most of the villagers didn’t think he’d come back now. There also hadn’t been a monster attack, recently, though, so you knew that a lot of them were relieved about that and cynically happy that they got to keep their gold.

You were probably the only one who held hope, by now. Soft, that’s what you were. You’d heard it all before, and you knew that was why your father had essentially hidden you in the library — you wouldn’t last long, thrown in the midst of all the intrigues that went on at the court.

You’re in the middle of a paragraph that describes long-forgotten horrors committed by one of the king’s ancestors when he crashes through the window.

You jump, panicked, and it takes you a second to recognize him. Just like the first time you saw him, he’s entirely dressed in black, and his pale face almost looks like it’s floating above the rest of him. But as you take him in, you see the mud on his shoes, see that he’s far paler than the last time, and you realize that he’s drenched in blood. He takes a difficult step towards you, and slams a small pouch of gold on your table. His breathing is slow, ragged.

“You were right about the venom,” he heaves painfully. “That’s your share.”

“I don’t—”

You’re interrupted by a groan. He’s buckling forward, water falling from his hair onto the table, one of his hands holding onto it for dear life while the other clutches his side.

You’re on your feet before you can think of what you should do. You put one of your hand on his shoulder, and you don’t miss the surprised look he gives you. Time stops when you meet his eyes, you think, but your body keeps working where your mind doesn’t.

“Please,” you say. “Sit down.”

“I’m fine—”

But he doesn’t even try to resist when you guide him onto the chair where you were just sitting. He lets himself fall onto it, legs immediately going slack, and you just know he’s pushed himself past his limits a long time ago. His head rolls on his chest, like he doesn’t even have the energy to keep it upright anymore.

“I’ll take off your coat,” you say, already moving to do it.

You freeze when two strong hands grab your wrists. He has long and surprisingly delicate fingers, but his hands are calloused, proof of a life spent holding swords, bows, and the reins for his horse.

“Don’t,” he growls. “I’m fine.”

“I don’t think you can leave this place without collapsing in the courtyard,” you answer him, voice low. “Please. Allow me to help you.”

You see conflict, hesitation in his eyes. No matter how hard your heart is beating in your chest, you don’t look away. You’re terrified, of course you are. You’re all too aware of how fragile your wrists look in his hands, how easy it would be for him to break them, without even thinking about it. Yet, in that moment, you’re convinced that he won’t do it.

You still let out a relieved breath when he releases you.

You work quickly on undoing the coat. The buttons are easy enough, but the coat slick and coated with blood, so it takes a lot more work to get it off him. He’s not doing anything to help, though you believe that has more to do with how exhausted he is than with a genuine attempt to be uncooperative.

When it finally comes off completely, the sight you’re greeted with makes you almost regret it.

The man’s chest is a mess, with three long and deep gashes streaking over it. The wounds, surprisingly, don’t look too fresh — not fresh enough, considering the amount of blood he has obviously lost.

So you suppose the stories they say about his abilities to heal are true.

“I’ll— Uh—”

You don’t even know where to begin.

“I’ll heal,” the man groans, eyes closed now. “I’ll be fine.”

You let out a trembling breath. You’ve seen deep, bad wounds before, there was no escaping it when soldiers came back from the war, but this is still — a lot. It’s nothing you’ve seen on a man who was still alive.

By all accounts, he should be dead.

“I’ll go get water,” you say quietly. “You stay there, okay?”

“I told you, I—”

You lean towards him, gently tilting his head so he can look at you, something he hasn’t been able to do since walking in. He seems completely taken aback by your touch, and you’re surprised at your own courage. Or stupidity, you’re not sure. But how cold his skin is under your fingers only strengthens your resolve.

“Let me take care of it, alright? You need to rest. You’ve lost a lot of blood. I’m no healer, but even I can tell. Just stay there until I get back. Please.”

Getting water means taking a unpleasant trip to the courtyard, under the pouring rain, and getting a bucket from the well, but you brave the weather without much hesitation. You also stop by the kitchen, stuffing fruits and bread in the pockets of your dress. You don’t know if he’s in a state to eat, but you know he’ll need it at some point.

He hasn’t moved an inch when you get back. You’re not sure he could if he wanted to. His eyes are closed, and once more, you’re surprised at how youthful he looks, how innocent. You wonder how old he is, how old he was when he was thrusted into this life.

When you start gently cleaning the wounds, he watches you with half-lidded eyes.

“You don’t have to do that.”

His voice cracks. Breaks, maybe.

“You saved this town,” you answer. “The kids— Thank you. Thank you for them.”

“Didn’t fear for yourself?” he asks. His voice is a little gentler, holds genuine curiosity, and you’re reminded of how light it is. Not deep and gruff, like you’d expect.

“I don’t leave the town’s walls,” you say. “I figured I— was safe inside here.”

“Hm. That’s true now.”

You glance up at him. He’s closed his eyes again, stopped watching you. Maybe he trusts you — or maybe he’s determined you were no threat.

“I never heard your name,” you whisper.

“It’s Jungkook. Jungkook of—”

When he doesn’t finish his sentence, you check on him, alarmed, only to find he’s fallen asleep. His breathing is deep and even. He looks at peace.

“Thank you, Jungkook,” you say.

You’d swear the corner of his lips twitch in his sleep at your words.

He’s long gone the next morning when you wake up, having fallen asleep on a nearby bench after you'd finished cleaning him up, and the food you’d left on the table for him has disappeared. But you discover that he’s scrawled a clumsily written ‘Thanks’ in the bottom-left corner of an invaluable manuscript, and the sight tears a discreet chuckle from you.

Soft, that’s what you are. You don't live in a world where that is a good thing — and yet, the place this near stranger, who you only know by name and through songs and stories, has carved into your heart is one of the better things you’ve experience, and the memory of him, something that you’ll watch over like a precious treasure.

Until you meet again.

Did I kinda fall in love with this setting writing this? ...maybe.

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jjk #jungkook imagine #jungkook fanfic #bts #bts imagine #candywrites #jungkook angst

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How to get Hit-listed by a Stonehide Lawachurl (High School AU!)

Part 6 of the highschool au

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Synopsis: Childe’s a menace to everyone when playing dodgeball. Even as his new girlfriend, you’re no exception to his affinity for raising hell during the most tranquil of circumstances.

Warnings: Swearing, bad humor, and absolutely horrid spelling mistakes.

Words: 5.3k

Note: Longest chapter yet sheeeesh 🗿

Negotiation is an art.

Childe, or "Tartaglia" has utilized the art of negotiations in his daily life. Whether that be scamming the ninth graders with fake weed, or convincing the teachers why he doesn't deserve detention for injecting random fluids from the chem department into the school's resident pet frog.

All in all, by becoming an expert in the field of negotiations, Childe is nothing if not a master, tongue silver and smooth as he takes on a new opponent.

Which is why he dutifully negotiates with you on this Monday morning in front of the History classroom, getting down on one knee and pulling out a—

"I hope to Barbatos you aren't proposing Childe," You hiss, panicked eyes landing on the velvet box he's pulling out. "Considering that we're sixteen and still in highschool."

As if remembering those meagre details, Childe gulps and shoves the box back into his pocket. "Uhhh yeah, I was just, tying my shoelaces?" It comes out as a question.

You let out a sigh of relief, overlooking how he undoes his shoe laces just to do them all over again.

The ring burns in his pocket as he gets back up.

"Why did you call me here?" You ask, hand on your hip, foot impatiently tapping. The tap tap tap isn't because of impatience though, it's because you need something to cover the nervous palpitations of your heart.

He gives you a vicious smile, sinister enough to shake the bones of anyone who's observing, opens his daring mouth to show the imaginary sharpness of his teeth. Then with the confidence of about a hundred shirtless tiktok boys, he finally demands:

"If you don't become my girlfriend, I will kill—"

"Yeah sure thing." You answer before he can finish, soft smile growing.

Childe chuckles evilly, "I knew you'd say that, but I've come prep—wait a minute." He snaps out of his villain origin phase, stumbles back a bit, then his eyebrows are furrowing in confusion. "Did you just say yes?"

You nod, cheeks flaring up. "Don't make me repeat it." Then you look away, too embarrassed to see his reaction.

For a second, Childe's internal conflict following the chain of this event causes him to temporarily malfunction, and all he can do it stare at you in amazement.

It's only when you tell him to stop staring and jump off the school roof is when he snaps out of his daze, a grin festering on his face.

He lunges straight at you, giving you no time to deflect him as he wraps his bone crushing arms around you, then lands a soft smooch on your forehead.

"Let go of me you idiot!" You barely wheeze out, light headed not only because of your lungs being squeezed like oranges, but also because of the sloppy kiss he's delivered so ungracefully.

He does so reluctantly, and you're unamused, wiping the stickiness off your forehead with a sleeve as he steps back.

"Ew what the fuck?" You say, glaring at him. "What's wrong with you?"

He completely ignores you, giddy with excitement. "Ah girly, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I can't wait to introduce you to my parents and eat lunch together and kiss each other during break—"

"Slow down." You tell him, as red as a tomato towards all his suggestions. "We've barely started dating."

"Oh," Childe stops momentarily, then nods in agreement. "You're right. We should start small. How about I walk you to class?"

"We're already in front of class." You nudge your head towards the classroom, and catch Zhongli and Venti peeking from the side of the door, trying not to be obvious.

You narrow your eyes at them threateningly.

Childe tugs your arm, lovingly looking you up and down. "Let's walk to class together anyways. In a circle."

A complete waste of time, yet it's impossible to say no to the face he's making.

Before you guys depart he suddenly stops, gasping loudly, remembers something important. "I have to make a quick phone call."

Childe speed dials Scaramouche, and the latter picks up annoyed, answers the phone with muffled sounds in the back. Something that sounds a bit like pleading and whimpering.

He then mutters something that forces dread into your system. "You can release the hostages."

You hear Scaramouche groan on the other end, muttering a "such a pain in my ass", but choose not to question it immediately.

As soon as the phone call is done and you're back by his side, you point at his phone questioningly. "What hostages Childe?"

He gives you a close eyed smile, taking the fifth.

"What hostages Childe?" You repeat again weakly.

—

First period goes by smoothly for the most part. Lisa, your so called best friend, once again is bought off like a corrupted politician by your new boyfriend. She sits far away from you, leaving you without any defences against the menace that dotes on you a bit too much.

Throughout class, all Childe does is score Venti's colourful pens, and then writes you annoying little love notes, using the expert origami skills he's learnt from Anthon to deliver them to you.

Despite the threat of distraction these notes pose, the corners of your lips can't help but tug upwards at his enthusiasm and attempt at poetry.

Zhongli makes sure not to ask you two any questions the entire class, leaving you to your own accord.

Lunch comes around soon enough, and your usual table of Diluc, Jean, Kazuha, and Lisa is disturbed by the torpedo that is Childe, and he brings collateral with him.

Kaeya whole-heartedly ceases the opportunity to sit near his stoic statue of a brother purely with the intention to annoy the premature crap out of him, but one look from the redhead sends the chicken-shit right back where he came from.

When Childe forcefu—lovingly feeds you the smiley fries and dinosaur nuggets his stunning mom packed him, Diluc looks just about ready to hurl.

Lisa winks at you two, Kazuha doesn't even bother looking, and Jean tries with upmost effort to keep Diluc from launching himself at the whipped fatui boy basking in your attention.

"Quit embarrassing me." You whisper-exclaim sharply, noticing how Jean passes Diluc—all green in the face, a puke bag discreetly. "Shouldn't you be doing something illegal right now? Or vaping in the stalls?"

"I quit vaping for you girlie." Childe boops your nose with his finger. "Well, at least full time. I still need a puff when I'm around Signora, to like, get rid of her awful vibes."

While it is endearing how he quit vaping for you, it doesn't lessen the need for you to bury yourself alive right here and now.

Then you sigh, pick up a Dino nuggie, and shove it in his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking your finger. You die inside.

"There, you happy?" The action of feeding him is so...intimate, it sets your heart aflame.

Childe's a lovesick puppy when he chews, imaginary tail wagging a hundred times a second. "Can I have a kiss too?"

Diluc slams his hands on the table and stands up, hurriedly picks up his grape juice and makes a break for it. You don't blame him.

"I'll kill you." You smack him with a napkin, blazing red. "I'll end your pathetic little life right here and now."

By the end of lunch, Lisa and Jean have to restrain you so you don't break the world record for the maximum amount of mutilations that can be done on a single body.

Fourth period is a break. A break from Childe you mean. It's expected of the school's resident bad boy aka menace to skip classes in order to skip over the bodies of his victims.

You bask in the momentary peace, until it's disrupted by a tap on the window. Reckon it's nothing, maybe a bird flew into it, because intentional taps are impossible from the third floor. Except your conviction is hindered yet again by another tap.

What a nuisance.

You finally turn to look outside the window, face down, and spot Childe waving incessantly, rocks in hand, oozing with excitement that can't be concealed and a grin that nearly takes you into cardiac arrest. Without meaning to, you send him a small smile, waving back as Baal drones on about quantum superposition.

Successful in gaining your attention, he moves aside to reveal the hefty corpse of a stonehide lawachurl with a destructive path in its wake. The ridges and bumps of its hide are enough to do a number on the road, ruining the school's playing field.

Your smile drops down into a horrified frown in the span of a few seconds.

"Wow." Albedo, your lab partner whispers from next to you, for the first time distracted in class.

"Yeah," Kaeya whistles from behind you two, one hand supporting his head. "What a gesture."

"Y/N, I'd be grateful if you could possibly obtain a black crystal horn for me from the specimen." The blonde asks, entranced by the corpse that your boyfriend is flaunting off to you with pride.

"Aren't those things endangered cutie?" Lisa makes sure to butt in, as per usual.

Yes. Your boyfriend with several issues and an affinity for chaos brought you the corpse of an endangered geo-infused creature that's five times the size of him. During school hours too, the fiend. Like a cat dragging the corpse of a dead mouse to its owner.

You groan into your hands, heart racing while the fire is coursing through your veins.

That idiot.

—

Childe is exceptional at a lot of things, like the switch and making weapons out of seemingly harmless things (e.g shiv out of a toothbrush), but what he prides in the most is physical education. With washboard abs, uber tall height, and a dickish smile to top it all, he has everything it takes to showcase his top tier athletic abilities.

He pounces at the opportunity to show off in front of you, wanting nothing more than to have you fawn over his strength. He's sure it'll be enough to have you all over him, wrapping your cute little arms around his muscled ones, passing him his water bottle and dabbing away at the sweat on his forehead. Most of all, he daydreams you planting your soft lips on his to congratulate him after a big game.

Physical education, for you, is a pain. You may be good with your brain, but games exert more energy than necessary, and coordination that lacks logic entirely. You're just here for the credit. The over-achiever part of you walks the extra mile to ensure a grade in the high nineties.

Although witnessing Childe clad in the school shorts and matching polo shirt is enough to make this worth your while, you'll die before admitting it. Especially when he gawks at you as if it's the first time you're wearing the sports uniform yourself. It has you fidgeting with your fingers and tugging your shorts down nervously.

You try not to flip him off like you usually do, especially since it's not even been twenty four hours since he's asked you out.

Mr.Zhongli blows a whistle, calling all the students over to surround him. It's odd that he teaches most of the subjects at this school, seemingly the only adult present, but no one questions it in fear of genshin logic. Moving on, he explains that you have a dodge ball game today.

Lisa groans beside you. She hates anything that requires the exertion of energy, oftentimes bringing a book to read while everyone else screams in the background.

You're relieved, mainly because Childe and Tohma are usually captains, and Childe always picks you to be on his team as a means to flex his skills. For you, it means sitting back and watching him carry your team towards a straight A.

However, all your dreams are crushed when Zhongli announces the team leaders.

"Y/N, I trust that you'll lead the blue team to the upmost of your ability. Childe, prepare to lead the opposing red team."

Your knees shake as you stare at him in disbelief. "But Sir—"

"No buts Y/N." He scolds you lightly, checking off your names on the clip board. "I'd like to witness your exceptional leadership skills."

In reality, Zhongli just wants to reenact a lovers-on-opposing sides trope, wanting to see how the two of you crack under the pressure. In a way, it is an exercise of leadership.

Instead of picking teams, Zhongli assigns teams for the both of you according to his own judgement, trying to make it as fair as possible.

Lisa pats your back after your teammates are assigned, trying to cheer you up. "It's going to be okay. You guys are dating now, so he'll go easy on you."

You look up to meet Childe's eyes from across the court. He gives you a charming smile, which turns downright barbaric as he lifts up a thumb and motions to slash his neck with it. Then he wickedly mouths "I'm going to destroy you."

You blink and turn away as fast as you can in fear. "We're fucked."

Lisa, witnessing the entire ordeal nods alongside you, doing nothing to reassure you because she herself has given up.

Suddenly a hand lands on your shoulder gripping you tightly. "Let's wipe the floor with that g*nger." The voice is ice cold, threatening enough to send a shiver down your bones.

You turn to meet Rosaria, who frowns at you. Most of the time she doesn't really put an effort in dodgeball, but she must've seen your crestfallen expression, trying to comfort you in her own detached way.

Rosaria is the other school nurse in training, alongside Barbara, but somehow her patients end up more injured, sick, or mentally defiled than before they entered the room. She also spends after hours beating up Chads in the school parking lot. Also runs a blog with her booby co-author Kaeya that emphasizes mostly on the dark knight hero.

Spotting the rest of your team behind her, you begin to criticize them one by one.

Standing against the wall is Kaeya, pushing both his biddies up with his crossed arms like an absolute whore. He's breaking about several dress code rules right now. Venti is next to him, drunk off his butt as he beat boxes with Tohma.

Eula mutters under her breath, on and on about seeking revenge on Zhongli for putting her beloved Amber on the opposing team, promising him an unfortunate fate. Xiao is miserably squatting on the floor, sharp eyes observing everyone in the gym, scowl not ready to dissipate anytime soon.

Then you look over at Childe's team in the distance. Jean with a determined look on her face as she listens to Childe's game plan, and Diluc crossing his arms with his brows furrowed in concentration. Even Amber, the best baller in the school, is stretching out her arms, assisted by the gifted princess of the school, Ayaka.

Not only that, but Childe has the king of dodging on his team—Kaedehara goddamn Kazuha. Beidou shoots you a wicked smirk, winking at you until she's disrupted by Ningguang's shove.

"Oh my god." You cry out when the realization hits you, falling to your knees in despair. "We're completely fucked!"

"No we aren't." Rosaria mutters lowly. "You're only fucked if you want to be. Don't you dare throw in the towel before the fight has even begun."

"But I—"

"Stop it." She grumbles again, rolling her eyes. "You're being annoying now. If you lose the game, that makes him the dom. Don't you want to be the dom?"

She's right. You do want to be the dom.

Her words of encouragement, and not at all veiled insults somehow allow you to find motivation deep within yourself. You get up and stomp towards the rest of your team, calling their attention with your newfound confidence.

"Listen here soldiers!" You shout out, determination clear as day. "I know I am not capable of leading. I know that I barely have the physical capabilities needed to defeat the opposite team."

You take a deep breath, pointing at your cutie patootie boyfriend across the gym as you seethe. "But that man, that harbinger of chaos, that instrument of war, is nothing but a tyrant. And I cannot let such a tyrant be a victor in this battle. Not when innocent lives are at stake."

Tohma speaks up, sending you a bewildered look. "What lives—"

"Shut the fuck up soldier!"

"Yessir!" He immediately stiffens, saluting you.

"Are you ready soldiers?" Your voice booms, and everyone reinforces their priorities, except for Kaeya though. He just lazily smirks.

After Zhongli places the balls in the middle, everyone prepares for the battle of the century.

'Gods, please let us win this war' you pray to the archons above, closing your eyes in concentration.

'Give me the strength to flex my superior skills' Childe wishes, then adds on quickly 'also I want to dominate this world.'

'Give me the strength to make it to Friday.' Rosaria prays for nobody but herself, rolls her eyes at all the unnecessary dramatics of this dodgeball game.

"3..." "2..." "1..."

Zhongli ends the countdown by blowing hard into a whistle, signaling the beginning of the game.

Not even two seconds later a ball whooshes past a few of you at the speed of light, followed by a tail of fire. The ball of death kisses Kaeya square in the nose, sending him reeling back into a wall with enough sheer force to cause an indent.

Everyone winces.

Before you all can reel in from the initial shock and make sense out of wherever the hell that asteroid came from, Zhongli's voice booms throughout the gymnasium.

"Mr. Ragnvindr, headshots are strictly forbidden. You are out!"

With a scoff, Diluc, satisfied with his work, leaves the court with no apparent qualms. He accepts his defeat with the upturned corners of his lips.

Rosaria pokes Kaeya's body with the tip of her heels, then cringes when he shakes awake, up from his short lived knockout and sends a wink her way.

"Getting handsy when I'm unconscious? I didn't think you'd be one to partake in such vulgar activities." His eye twinkles in mischief, and if his momentary defeat at the hands of brother has him fuming, he doesn't show it one bit.

The only thing that keeps Rosaria from knocking him out for real is the blood that trails down onto his lip. She doesn't want to clean blood off her shoes, especially since it's a pain in the ass to get off.

You're about to tell them to get up and take this seriously, but a softball does your job for you when it darts straight at Rosaria. With pristine accuracy, the girl manages to pitch herself away last minute.

You swivel in Childe's direction, who wears a remorseless grin, which only grows wider once you pick up a blue softball next to your feet.

The glare that he receives has him shaking in exhilaration. More so than the elation he'd felt when he took down that Stonehide Lawachurl for you, as a gift of promise.

You begin to bark out orders. "Eula, Xiao, and Rosaria cover the front and act as decoys."

They nod immediately, but Xiao still clicks his tongue in distaste as he starts following orders.

Then you offer Kaeya a hand. "Get up princess. You're on sniper duty."

With Diluc out of commission, the battle is fair and square now considering both sides have the same amount of people. Ergo, no one's at a disadvantage.

That is—until Lisa fake trips over pure air, landing on the floor in a dramatic slow motion.

You roll your eyes.

"Oh dear! I think I've twisted something." She cries out, crawling away from the battle field, acting as if she's paralyzed completely. "Don't worry about me. I'll cheer you on from afar. The battle has begun, and it seems as if I've become the first casualty."

You don't let the countless amount of Lisa's betrayals get to you, even this one. It's just her personality to flake out on anything and everything that requires her to do more than below the bare minimum.

Focusing on the match, your eyes are only on Childe, just as his are on you.

You aim the ball straight at his ribs, step back a bit, then propel the ball in the air with as much energy as you can, using your entire body as a power outlet. The ball spins in the air, reaching the awaiting victim.

Childe, unbothered, dodges the ball with perfect precision, the ball not even grazing his clothes at the least.

Your jaw drops open, and you're about to move for another ball until he grabs the same ball you threw at him. With the sharpness of a predator locking in on its pray, he focuses on you like a missile locks on its target, launching the ball in the air for power that has you trembling, second to the powerful ball that was thrown by Diluc.

With your pupils dilated at your impeding doom, it's Xiao that grabs you and thrusts away.

The ball lands on the floor, smoke rising.

"Holy shit!" You shriek over everyone else's grunts and shuffles. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Isn't it poetic?" Childe shouts back while he slides away from the balls being thrown. "Lover against lover. Either you're by my side, or in my way. And right now, you're in my way." He narrows his eyes dangerously. "Albeit reluctantly, I will take the victory babe. Even if we are on opposing sides."

"There was zero reluctance in that throw asshole!"

You thank Xiao, who wipes his hands on his pants in disgust. "Filthy humans. So pathetic and weak."

Mildly offended, you roll your sleeves up and begin to fight with everything you've got as soon as he walks away.

The dodgeball game goes as expected for the most part, Eula carrying for most of it with the flow of her skills.

Tohma actually tries like the presumptuous asshole he is, aims straight for his girlfriend Ayaka, and takes her out completely. His only justification for that is "I ain't no simp!"

He shelves his cocky attitude when facing Childe with a sense of dignity and prestige you didn't think he had in him.

The two one of a kind fuckbois puff out their chests so that they look more hefty than they are, having some kind of an Alpha match. The 'me stronger than you. me dominant. me get all the women' type beat.

Unfortunately, Childe manages to fence him with his throws, and lo and behold, the square off ends with a dejected Tohma dragging his feet to the nearest bench.

Eula oversees that Ningguang and Beidou meet a quick end, taking their slower dodging to her advantage. You're actually rooting for her, tasting a sliver of victory that you haven't reached yet. So close, yet so far.

Amber trips on herself in the middle of throwing a what should've been coordinated ball, and it loses most of its momentum. Xiao is directly in front of it, and will probably be able to catch it with ease.

Ah, another short victory.

If Childe loses his expert baller, he's only left with Kazuha and Jean, whom's lack in the art of throwing is made up by their ability to dodge most of the fastballs.

However, all your plans and hopes are crushed when Eula slides in front of Xiao last minute, sticks out her foot, and let's the pathetic product of Amber's would-be downfall hit her on the leg with the total force of about 0.0000001 newtons.

Your chances of winning have just went down by a staggering 60%.

"Eula!" You cry out, collapsing on the ground. "How could you?"

Tohma cups his mouth and bellows obnoxiously from the bench. "SIMP!"

"I cannot avenge my clan if I win a false victory." Eula crosses her arms, casting her gaze down in visible uncomfortableness. "Amber will pay her dues in two business days. Mark my words."

It all a load of cap. She's sleeping with the enemy and you know it.

You grit your teeth. Fuming with an abundance of rage, you pick up three balls and throw them all back to back, taking out Amber and Kazuha simultaneously.

Childe's heart flutters in another kind of delight when you pluck out his team members one by one with no hints of remorse.

In retaliation, Jean and Childe work in sync to swiftly take care of a distracted Rosaria.

"Shit." You hiss underneath your breath.

It's Venti, Kaeya, Xiao, and you who are the only remainders of your short-lived team. It's still two more people than Childe and Jean, giving you the upper hand briefly.

It's a mystery to everyone how Venti is still standing. You reckoned you would've lost him as collateral during the beginning of the match, but it seems he's able to hold his own.

When you squint hard enough, you realize that Xiao has been t-posing in front of the nonchalant SoundCloud rapper that's about as high as a kite. He must've been defending him throughout the entire round.

His defenses are all in vain once Childe correlates another attack with Jean, sharp-shooting four rapid balls that are secured on their targets.

Xiao swerves to the side, avoiding most of them, until one is about to reach a nonchalant as shit Venti.

You scream at him, eyes widening as you run towards them in slow motion. "NOoOoOOOo-"

The yaksha doesn't waste a moment, shifting so that he's covering Venti's body with his own, which to be honest is a pretty heartwarming sight.

The ball hits his lean back, a sharp thud following when it hits the floor.

Xiao is out. But his sacrifice is so inspiring that it brings tears to Zhongli's eyes, makes everyone in the gym go silent in awe.

Even the sadistic Childe melts, cerulean eyes gaining back their light, halting his fire.

When Xiao finally uncovers Venti's body, he speaks from the bottom of his dead heart. "I'd do anything for you..."

Venti shakes out of his baked state, blinking at him stupidly with a nervous chuckle. "Ehe~? I don't even know who you are."

The entire class sweat drops. Whatever slip of compassion on Childe's face earlier has become nothing but a memory. Even your eyes dim.

The next time Childe aims and locks at Venti, it's not with malicious intent. It's a favour, for you. In a way it adds dimension to who he is and the lengths he's willing to go for you, even at war.

Venti steps away with a bounce in his gait, hands behind his head.

Kaeya and you are the only ones left standing now, and the game becomes too tight knit to tell which side's going to win. It becomes utter chaos, balls being launched every second, stamina slowly decreasing as everyone lurches away from their demise.

As laid-back and charming as the boy presents himself to be in front of the ladies, he's not very patient when it comes to facing circumstances like these. He's side lined for most of the match, finding it boring. And when Kaeya gets bored, the intensity of the tide changes, and everyone knows they're going to get a run for their money.

Kaeya coasts a hand around your hips, pulls you real close, purposefully leaning his bust into the side your innocent arm.

When Childe's smile drops, and the glint in his eyes reads 'DANGER' in full caps, you know it's time to be properly scared.

Your blood runs cold, mouth opening briefly and then clamping shut immediately.

"I'm so glad to be on your team Y/N. Maybe this'll give us the chance to become...closer." His hot breath fans against your ear, voice loud enough to be heard by onlookers.

Suddenly everything stops, falling into an unsettling silence.

You attempt glance at Childe, being met with a glare that's directed at the Captain of the Skating team. The ball in the orange-haired boy's hand deflates from the sheer intensity of the squeeze.

The tension becomes unreadable. Even Zhongli is caught mid-sip with his tea.

Quickly, you shrug off Kaeya's arm. "Childe, he's just fucking with you—"

Childe cuts you off by hurling a ball with nothing but the objective of cold blooded murder.

Kaeya whizzes past you, successfully ducking to avoid the hit, and his amused laugh rings through your ears. He rolls away from the following attacks, chucking his own series of colourful balls.

The events that unfold are blood-curdling enough to make even Satan boil his pants with diarrhea.

You take the clear opportunity presented by their concurrent dumbassery to take out Jean, the ace of the other team.

Childe's rage blows over when Kaeya eventually loses interest and takes the L, playfully winking at you while walking backwards to the rest of your team.

Now that all the distractions are dealt with, Childe's eyes flicker to you, and you share a murderous glance.

"Finally," He slaps the softball with a free hand, lips thinning into a homicidal smile. "I've been waiting for this. You better not disappoint me."

While Childe may be a violent anarchist who's only aspiration in life is to become a government contracted killer, he's also supposed to be your sweet boyfriend.

Slowly, you inch towards the front. "We don't have to do this Childe. We can coexist peacefully."

"Peace was never an option Y/N." He sighs, cracking his neck. "Besides—how else can I prove myself in your eyes? You may be my greatest weakness, but you are also my greatest adversary."

"I don't know, maybe start with not trying to obliterate me?"

"I'm obliterating you out of respect." He counters with a playful pout.

"Well I'll be paying my respects to your grave!" You lurch ahead into a sudden assault, yeeting as many balls as you can his way.

"That's my girl!" Childe whistles, grin widening psychotically when he goes all out, leaving you with an absence in favorable openings.

Out of nowhere, the fire alarms start going haywire, along with a beep in the PA system, which stops you two in your tracks.

A panicked voice of who you assume to be Yanfei shrieks through the comms. "CODE ORANGE! CODE ORANGE! EVACUATE THE BUILDING, THERE'S A STONEHIDE LAWACHURL ON THE PREMISES."

As if on cue, the ground starts rumbling and a Stonehide Lawachurl bursts through the halls and into the gym, looking around for something. Or rather, someone. It's sharp bumps and ridges make an indent on the floor, cracking it in.

Everyone falls into a state of panic, Zhongli trying his best to evacuate the class from the emergency back door as quickly as possible. "Settle down class, we have to follow protocol."

You, devoid of any emotion or sense of fear, turn to your boyfriend in such a calm manner it strikes an ominous dread in his stomach.

You stare.

Childe stares harder.

“I thought you killed it."

"I did." He retorts slowly, switching to gaze at the raging beast in amazement.

"Then why is it in the school!" You seethe, glaring daggers at his side profile.

Childe chuckles sheepishly, scratches the back of his neck. "I may or may not have stuffed the body in the boys washroom. Y'know, for safe keeping?"

The Lawachurl locks it's gaze on you, the prey, and then roars furiously. Turning into its geo-enhanced state, it begins charging at you with all its might, the target being solely Childe.

Leave it to your boyfriend to get on the hit list of an endangered beast.

"Fear not my vibrant girlfriend. Our first date can be surviving this." Childe cheekily kisses the top of your trembling hand before grasping it tightly and making a run for it.

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