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love and power

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chapter four

“take what you want.”

Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+ ; [y/n] used sparingly ; Alias in Hell is Sylvie

tags/warnings: blood, flies, poisoning, mentions of nausea, descriptions of: violence ; cannibalism. ; suffocation ; and murder, kinda angsty?, slow burn eventual: smut

word count: 3.4k

author’s note: just a quick little note here for something i felt the need to clarify. there’s a moment that would have been perfect for alastor’s microphone but i am working under the fact that it’s still broken, which (to me) carries too much significance for his character and i don’t know how to magically fix it for him 🥲 i just realized i haven’t explicitly addressed why it hasn’t been mentioned at all and wanted to explain myself lol

prelude ; chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six ; chapter seven ; chapter eight

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Seeing the distress on your face, Angel put a hand on your shoulder and tried to do damage control. “Whoa, babe, it’s okay! It’s probably just a coincidence — forget I said anything, all right? It was a gag!”

You had been doing so well at keeping Donny from your mind today, but you could feel the panic welling up again. As the blood drained from your face, your mind raced with questions. How did Angel know it was Donny that you had attacked yesterday? How did they know each other — through work? Was someone looking for whoever had been responsible for it? What would happen if they found out it was you?

He peered over you and gave Alastor a nervous look. If you were shrinking against the static you felt building behind you, you didn’t even want to know what his face was looking like right now. But the thought of Angel being in Alastor’s line of fire was worse.

“But that was his name,” you said, giving them each a quick look. “Or at least that’s what I heard his friend call him.”

“Perhaps the elevator isn’t the best place for this,” Alastor said cooly, stepping forward to push the button that re-started your descent. He pivoted to face you and Angel and you felt admonished under his gaze. “Sylvie and I are on our way out, but if you’re free this evening Angel, we can discuss this more in private. I have some questions of my own.”

“It’s a date, Smiles,” Angel cooed, happy to diffuse the tension, and you felt yourself relax when he gave your shoulder a little squeeze. “I knew it was only a matter of time before you’d invite me up to your room.”

Alastor’s smile strained as his gaze wandered from Angel to you, leering. “Who said anything about my room?”

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The walk into the city had been quiet, the tension from the elevator ride not yet fully gone. You knew Alastor’s good mood from yesterday wouldn’t last forever, but nothing could have prepared you for Angel’s ambush. How were you just supposed to sit with this until tonight? Your mind was still going in circles with questions, but what you really couldn’t let go of was how upset you had gotten at the sound of Donny’s name. Last night you thought you had made some kind of peace with your actions, but apparently you weren’t quite there yet.

It wasn’t so much the murder that bothered you, since you knew he’d eventually recover. Besides, it’s not like it was something you technically hadn’t done before. Though what happened with your grandmother was different; you’d poisoned her for starters. The rest was damage control and you died in the process so… karma.

It was the rage you displayed that was chilling. You had never lost control like that before, no matter how upset you had been. And even though you had thrown up, you never thought — no. It was still too much to think about and your stomach turned in response, threatening to evacuate what little was in there.

You were so lost in thought it wasn’t until you were nearly standing in it that you realized Alastor had brought you to the alley. He really was such a menace. Donny was nowhere to be seen but the large pool of blood left behind had baked into the concrete. The bag with the liver was there as well, rotting in the afternoon sun.

“Is this the bag you were muttering about earlier?” Alastor asked, leaning over it with his arms crossed behind his back. You had forgotten about letting that slip while you were cleaning, your headache getting the best of you in a moment of weakness. Alastor hadn’t been moved.

He seemed unbothered by the putrid smell that you were actively trying not to gag on. Flies escaped the bag as he inspected it with the tip of his shoe and you grit your teeth in disgust at the sight. Alastor looked over at you when you didn’t respond right away, his neck bent at an unnatural angle to make eye contact. You managed a nod in confirmation, too nauseous to dare open your mouth to answer. Had he really brought you here just to see if you had been lying about it? Or did he just want to see you squirm? Probably both.

You nearly fainted when he reached inside the bag, sending more flies on their way, and held the soggy, rancid parcel in his hand. Enjoying your repulsion, he made a show of inspecting it. The glittering smile on his face one of the more genuine displays you’d witnessed.

“Such a shame. This would have made a great surprise,” he said as his hand turned over, the liver falling to the ground in a resounding, wet slap.

Almost instinctually, your hand went to your mouth, drawing out a lighthearted chuckle from Alastor. He wiped off his hand and made his way back to you then, and you trailed slightly behind him down the street. Neither of you noticed the drone.

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Alastor was beginning to feel… impatient.

Considering the ordeal yesterday, he hadn’t expected you to be in the best of moods but you had started the morning off with some promise until Angel Dust appeared in the elevator. His lip twitched at the thought. What a fucking disaster that had turned out to be! The gray cloud hanging over you since then had only seemed to build, despite his effort to snap you out of it by popping into the alley.

Of course that had been mostly, if not solely, for his own pleasure. It was disappointing but not surprising that your victim Donny had been retrieved. Alastor had recognized the name of course, recalling how Valentino was shouting at his phone as he left the dry cleaners. It just had to be one of his little toys that you messed with, didn’t it? Not that you had known, but it was only a matter of time before that garish buffoon would find out about you. And despite it all, the dried blood that nearly reached from wall-to-wall was such a marvelous sight — what a mess you had made! A job well-done indeed, though it had put him in a bind.

He knew you weren’t going to have the same appreciation for it that he did, and your disgust at his performance with the spoiled liver had been fun enough. He hadn’t been lying when he said it would have made a great surprise. But none of that had done anything to cheer you, and now you weren’t even keeping pace, walking behind him like a kicked dog. Hell, you certainly looked like one, the sullenness on your face threatening to break his own composure by the second. This wouldn’t do, not for the last free afternoon that he had you at his disposal.

Alastor paused, ignoring how you ran into him and cursed, his attention on a cafe across the street he was fairly certain he had visited before. Perhaps sitting down to chat would help. It was lunchtime, anyway.

“Let’s stop in there,” he said, looking down at you, taking care to point out the cafe. Lord knows your poor soul needed all the direction it could get right now.

“I thought you wanted something from the butcher?” you questioned, eyeing him and the cafe with suspicion.

The Radio Demon narrowed his eyes, smile tight, his shadow pulling free of him for a moment. If he wasn’t on the verge of being pissed off your question would’ve been funny; a feeble attempt at seeming to know his mind. And as of now, he was not in a laughing mood. Were you really so self-absorbed that you couldn’t tell you were on thin ice? A reset was definitely in order.

“Can’t a fellow change his mind? That rigidity of yours puts such a sour mood on everything! You seem to be full of nasty little habits,” Alastor sneered, pleased to have gotten under your skin as you scowled at him.

He didn’t wait for you as he made his way across the street, knowing you’d follow whether you wanted to or not.

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Being treated to lunch wasn’t something you had ever expected from Alastor. Impossible didn’t even begin to describe this scenario. It was just so… cordial. He always took his meals alone at the hotel, making Rosie the only person you knew he would willingly dine with. And there was no way sitting down to a table with you would equate to that. Rosie was a peer — a friend! You were not and never would be.

That much was evident when he had held the door open for you, clearly forcing his hand. Outwardly, it would have appeared a genteel act but you knew better, even without the self-righteousness on his face as you quietly entered the cafe. What else could you have done but obey? It’s not like you could run away, having already felt the ominous tug on your neck as he walked across the street.

He had left you at the table to order at the counter, and you watched as the cashier struggled to maintain his composure in Alastor’s presence, seemingly scared to death. It was the first time you had ever seen someone outside of the hotel interact with him, you realized. Alastor was being polite enough, though nothing seemed to reign in his air of superiority. The look in his red eyes told you all you needed to know: he loved having power over others. Whether it came from a place of fear or respect didn’t matter as long as he had the upper hand. This was the demon you belonged to.

When he joined you at the table, you could tell he was in a bit of a better mood. Despite the means to get here, you silently thanked the cashier for cowering. Hopefully he had softened whatever blow Alastor had in store for you. Though the placid look Alastor was giving you made you fidgety. Could be the calm before the storm…

“You’ve been testing my patience,” he finally said, waiting for the boy from the register to leave the table after dropping off two coffees. “But luckily for you, there are more important things I’d like to discuss. I’ve had quite a busy morning, not that you bothered to ask.”

It took all you had not to roll your eyes but you managed to keep a straight face, feeling his temper writhing just under the surface of his calm facade. But you had been with him nearly all morning. Or did his suite magically clean itself? What could possibly have happened in between those few gaps? Especially something you’d want or even know to ask about. And if I’d asked, you wouldn’t have told me, you thought indignantly.

“I’m sorry… the whole thing with Angel just really threw me off,” you said as sincerely as you could. It wasn’t a lie, after all. “And I don’t think going to the alley helped, either,” you added, eyes flitting from him to your coffee. Bold, but also not a lie.

He chuckled into his cup. “I’ll concede to that. I thought it would be funny, but I shouldn’t expect you to share my taste in humor. You’re still so new, and all that. But I worry if you don’t shake that mortal way of thinking you’ll wither, my dear, and that would be a shame. If you’ll allow me, I’d take great pleasure in helping you fix that.”

You were unsure of how to react. Technically, he didn’t need to ask your permission for anything, so was this just the illusion of giving you a choice only to end up as a trap? It felt as if there was always something just out of reach whenever he spoke to you like this, like the fine print in a contract. He was only direct when he was upset, which you’d prefer if you were being honest. Anger you could take — understand, even. But this? You were just spinning your wheels.

“So, what, I’m not doing the afterlife right, or something?” It had been somewhat of a joke, but the look he gave you was smug.

“That’s precisely what I’m saying. You’ve been dead a few months now, yes? But the moral compass you’re adhering to won’t benefit you here. Take Donny for instance,” he said, eyes brightening as you flinched at the name. “What’s bothering you so much about it? He provoked you, didn’t he? Regale me with your account!”

He made a show of settling in his chair, adjusting his coat and crossing his legs, apparently content to sit for hours if that’s what it took for you to open up. You remembered him asking you to tell him what Donny had done when you were walking back to the hotel yesterday, but wasn’t that just teasing? The expectant look on Alastor’s face begged to differ.

So you told him.

To your surprise, he sat there and listened as the words spilled from your mouth. Your intent hadn’t been to ramble, but he didn’t seem bothered by it as you took him through the events of yesterday morning. Eventually getting to how you had been so close to making it back in time, only to be cornered and harassed; a sick twist of fate just for wanting to be prepared. He was calm as you told him how Donny had grabbed you and licked the tears off your face, but you could’ve sworn you saw his eye twitch.

“And then I just… lost it, I don’t know,” you sighed, hiding your face in your hands. “I was just so mad! Like who the fuck did he think he was, touching me like that? And my body just reacted before my mind could catch up. But then when it was all over, I…,” you paused and let out a breath, fighting against the turmoil in your stomach from what you were preparing to say next. “I can still feel how my teeth punctured his skin. I can hear the sound it made, even more than the screaming. I didn’t even know I was swallowing it all until…”

You stopped then, the tingling in your throat painful, your coffee long forgotten and cold. He had been there for the rest of it, what more was there to say? Did he really want to know how every sip of liquid or bite of food since then had been nearly-impossible tasks? How you had sobbed in the shower as you watched the blood stream down your legs and into the drain? Or how you barely managed to look yourself in the mirror because it felt like someone else was looking back? Those didn’t seem like details he’d be interested in.

In fact, weren’t they the very things he was inferring your morality had burdened you with? You’d only be making his point for him, and somewhere in your mind you concurred. You didn’t want to be saddled with this misery forever, but the person you always thought you were was slipping away, and you just wanted to cling to whatever pieces you had left. Horror was a welcome pill to swallow. It meant that you hadn’t completely enjoyed what you had done.

Because part of you had enjoyed it.

You thought of your grandmother again. In life, there had been countless times you made yourself small for the sake of accommodation. No telling how many words had died in your throat because it was easier not to say them. So as you watched her fall out of that godforsaken chair she loved so much, gasping for air that wouldn’t come as she crawled on her hands and knees, you relished it. She had pushed you to your limit and was finally paying the price. Appalling as it was, for the first time in your life you had felt strong.

Killing Donny hadn’t left you with the same feeling of victory as killing your grandmother had, though. What his intentions for you had been, you’d probably never know, but they definitely weren’t anything good. In that sense you were very glad to have gotten to him first and, to a certain extent, would do it all over again if need be. But none of this was information you felt like confessing to Alastor.

“And here I was, hoping that the cannibals had rubbed off on you,” Alastor mourned, resting his chin in his hand. “So eating him is what’s upset you, not the murder?” You couldn’t ignore the glimmer in his eye or the insinuation behind it.

“You’re generalizing,” you chided, sighing as you crossed your arms. You were feeling very tired now. “But yes, if that answers your question. He’ll heal eventually and he would have hurt me if I hadn’t done what I did.”

“That’s true enough,” he agreed, pushing back from the table to stand. He offered you a hand and you took it, feeling slightly stiff from sitting so long. “I suppose you’re not as hopeless as I thought, but my offer still stands. I think under the right circumstance, you could learn to enjoy it.”

You scoffed a laugh. Was he serious? “Was that really what you wanted to talk to me about? I’m not trying to eat people for fun.”

Alastor didn’t answer, but his smile was wicked as he took your arm in his as you left the cafe. You did your best not to imagine what thoughts could be passing in his mind, but felt relief all the same seeing him in a better mood again.

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The two of you had barely entered the lobby when Angel sprang off the couch in the parlor, looking irritated and worn out. “Fucking finally! We need to—”

Alastor couldn’t help but wonder if he was the only creature in this realm that understood the art of subtlety. Hadn’t the debacle in the elevator been enough for one day? Was he doomed forever to salvage any bit of decorum that he could come across? It was truly lamentable.

“Sylvie, why don’t you go prepare my room for the evening? I’d prefer to speak with Angel alone,” Alastor said, removing your arm from his as he turned to face Angel Dust. He could feel his shadow threatening to separate from him, but scaring the boy would be counterproductive. “Shall we head to yours?”

He ignored your huff of frustration at being dismissed, but was grateful you didn’t fight him on it. It’s not a battle you would have won anyway. As soon as he saw that you were in the elevator, Alastor’s shadow enveloped the two of them, re-materializing in Angel’s room.

“Remind me to never let you do that again,” Angel grimaced, rubbing his arms squeamishly. “I feel dirty, and that’s sayin’ a lot.”

Alastor’s patience was threatening to snap, and he didn’t succeed in maintaining a pleasant tone when he spoke. “Why don’t we discuss whatever it was you were about to shout in the lobby? Or was the urgency just an act?”

Angel scoffed. “Hey, fuck you, all right? I was just tryin’ to help, and now I’ve been roped into your bullshit! Val’s been blowin’ up my fuckin’ phone all afternoon — he said a drone caught you and Sylvie in an alley or some shit?”

Alastor’s eyes went black, his pupils switched to dials. Fuck. This was all happening much sooner than Alastor had planned for. He had originally planned to ask Angel what Valentino had known in regard to Donny, hoping to have the upper hand and confront the cretin on his own terms. But now the ball was in Valentino’s court… and he had brought it upon himself. He just had to go back to that fucking alley earlier, didn’t he? Alastor could feel the rage threatening to consume him, but that would have to wait until he had a moment to himself.

“What does he want?” he managed to ask without venom, antlers growing despite himself.

“I don’t know, but he won’t quit houndin’ me,” Angel huffed, sitting on the edge of his bed. “He wasn’t even pissed off about Donny, he thought it was funny! That piece of shit barely gets work anyway. But now he knows you’re involved and said he wants to meet up you know where. Whatever the fuck that means…”

Alastor sighed, eyes returning to red, and wiped off his monocle if only to keep his hands busy. He’d hate to strangle Angel Dust by mistake. It would be difficult to explain, and besides, he wasn’t one to shoot the messenger.

“Tell him I’ll be there tomorrow afternoon. I’ll do what I can to ensure he keeps you out of it going forward,” Alastor said in a clipped voice, blood dripping down the corner of his mouth. He disappeared from the room before Angel could respond.

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anxiouspineapple99 · 9 months

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You Don’t Have to Choose

Pairing: Tech x Fem!Reader x Crosshair

Summary: Tech and Crosshair find themselves pining for the same woman. They share most other things so why not her too?

Warnings: This is filth. Just smutty smut. Oral sex (m & f receiving), PiV sex, softdom!Tech, fingering, threesome (NO c!onecest) Crosshair catches feelings, absolutely 18+ because this isn’t for minors.

Word Count: 5k — yeah I just went balls to the wall with this one lol

A/N: This was my first ever smut piece so please be kind 🥲. Thank you to my amazing proofreaders @dystopicjumpsuit and @starrylothcat I don’t deserve you!

Dividers courtesy of: @tcwmatchmakingau

You knelt between Crosshair’s knees, dabbing the gauze soaked in bacta across his knuckles, “For Maker’s sake Cross, what did you hit? A durasteel wall? You’re lucky I didn’t need to stitch this up.”

The silver-haired sniper hissed an inaudible swear through his teeth but refused to answer.

“Actually it was a B-1, but instead of a clean hit his knuckles collided with a joint causing more damage to the dermis,” Tech’s voice rang out from the cockpit.

“Tattletell,” Crosshair grumbled, “Hunter was overwhelmed. It was…reflex.”

A soft smile crept to your lips as you cooed, “I knew you were secretly a softie, Cross.” You continued your care of his hands, brushing your fingertips comfortingly across them. It was a touch that was more affectionate than clinical. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone.”

Crosshair shifted uncomfortably at the praise, refusing to meet your eyes but you were certain a smile briefly pulled at the corners of his mouth before he suppressed it.

“Tech!” you called as you finished gathering the contents of your medkit, “don’t think I didn’t see that head wound you tried to hide from me when you got back!” You huffed impatiently as you marched into the cockpit.

“I am fine. Your concern is unwarranted,” Tech held up his hand to you which you immediately swatted away.

“I’m the medic here. I’ll make that call.” You grabbed his chin and turned him to face you. He rolled his eyes as you inspected the head wound that was poorly tended and still bleeding.

“I swear to the Force, Tech. You and Crosshair are, without a doubt, my worst patients. Hunter and Wrecker let me take care of them with no complaints. But you two? You hide everything and Crosshair is so tight lipped I have to use a hydrospanner to get him to open up about his injuries. Just. Let. Me. Do. My. Job.” You furrowed your brow as you tenderly cleaned and covered his injury. Your fingers brushed down along his jaw sending a slight chill down his spine. You pulled out your pen torch and reached for Tech’s goggles.

He pushed your hand away, “That is unnecessary. My injury was not substantial enough to…” he paused when he heard the clicking of your grinding teeth. “Very well, if you insist,” he relented, lifting his goggles from his face.

Your face softened as you leaned in to shine the pen torch in each eye. “Pupillary light response is normal.”

Tech turned back to face the viewport, “I told you as such.”

You pushed yourself between his knees and caged him in against the pilot’s seat. “Uh-uh. I want to make myself abundantly clear, Tech.” You leaned into him nearly nose to nose and intensely held his gaze, “Stop hiding injuries from me. And tell your brother he needs to verbalize what he needs from me.”

Tech inhaled and met your intensity. While he didn’t carry the imposing stature of Wrecker, he was not easily intimidated. “I will share injuries when I feel they require your expertise. And you and I both know Crosshair is hardly a conversationalist. That is his nature and you cannot change him.”

Your lips pressed into a hard line. “I’m not asking to change him, I am asking for cooperation. From you both.”

Tech put his goggles back on before retorting, “The best I can offer is speaking on Cross’s behalf. I did it when we were cadets on Kamino and sometimes still do. He dislikes the Kaminoans and medical procedures even more.”

You closed your eyes and sighed as you relented, “Fine. That’s fair. I understand his discomfort and if your speaking for him means I can better help him then we can do that.” You pressed your forehead to Tech’s “But you, sir, will be the death of me if you keep hiding injuries. Please, try to trust that I can help you. Even with the insignificant ones.”

Tech blinked rapidly, taken aback by your sudden intimate show of affection, “I do trust you.”

You pulled back with a look of sadness and exhaustion in your eyes, “Prove it then.” You gathered your medkit and climbed over his lithely long leg before pausing at the door to the cockpit, “You’re medically cleared, by the way. If you feel any discomfort feel free to let me know, though I’m sure you won’t.”

“What was that?” Crosshair sat in the copilot seat and flung his feet onto the console.

Tech shot him a glare before answering, “She seems to believe that I do not trust her. And she wants you to speak up and tell her what you need.” Crosshair hummed in acknowledgment, staring straight ahead. Tech continued, “I told her I would speak on your behalf regarding any medical issues.”

Crosshair tilted his head toward his brother, “We aren’t cadets anymore. You don’t have to do that.”

“I am aware. However, I am also aware of how distressing medical procedures still are for you. No matter how minor.” Tech remembered how many medical procedures he’d had to intervene on Crosshair's behalf. He’d do it for the rest of their lives if he had to.

“Thanks,” he let his head flop back onto the headrest. “Should we tell her?”

“Perhaps. I have been thinking about that. We agreed to not confess our attraction to her owing to not wanting her to have to choose, correct?” Tech fiddled with controls as he spoke.

“Yeah?” Crosshair’s leg bounced, not knowing what Tech was thinking was rare for him and it always made him nervous when it happened.

“What if we did not ask her to choose?” Tech asked pointedly.

“You mean you want to… share her?” The incredulity was dripping in Crosshair’s voice at Tech’s suggestion. The two of them shared many things, living spaces, genetics, secrets, sometimes even clothing when they weren’t paying attention when putting on their blacks, but a woman? That would be a first.

“Precisely,” he held up his finger, eyes fixed on the console before him.

“What makes you think she would go for it?” Crosshair ran his fingers through his silver locks.

“She shows all the markers for physical attraction at the minimum: pupillary dilation upon seeing us, elevation in heart rate and respiration, opting for closer physical proximity to us.” Pride beamed from Tech’s face as he continued, “And a particularly charming smile that I have only ever seen directed towards us.”

Crosshair leaned forward and looked at Tech, concern still etched into his brow. “But both of us?”

“What do we have to lose? We already avoid her as it is. At least we would have a reason if she was not amenable to the suggestion.” Tech answered ardently.

Crosshair narrowed his eyes at Tech. “And if she is amenable?”

Tech glanced back toward him with a slight shrug. “Lucky us.”

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You reclined across the crash seats, feet kicked up as you caught up with journals on the most u-pto-date medical practices. You were deeply focused on efficient battlefield stabilization techniques when Crosshair’s voice startled you.

“You could get hurt sitting like that.”

You let out a squeak as your datapad flew from your hands. Tech easily caught it single handed as he stood over you.

“Maker, you almost made me jump out of my skin, Cross!” As you sat up you realized only Tech and Crosshair had approached you. “Is everything okay? Do you need me to take a look at that hand, Crosshair? You’re not having headaches, are you Tech?” You stood up, ready to grab your medkit.

Crosshair stood behind Tech, flicking his toothpick idly as his eyes drank you in from head to toe. “No. We have no physical complaints. Crosshair and I actually have a proposition for you,” Tech’s unfalteringly calm voice gave you chills as he caged you in against the wall.

“What would that be?” Your voice cracked as you attempted to steady your breathing.

“We find you exceptionally alluring.” Even through his goggles you could see desire burning in his eyes. “And we know you are also attracted to us.”

You narrowed your eyes at him trying not to give up your cards too soon, “You seem quite sure of that.”

A smile curled at the corners of Tech’s mouth. He slowly leaned in, licking his lips as he hovered so close to your ear you could feel his breath all the way down your neck. “Do not play coy, mesh’la. That is a game you will not win. I am seldom wrong. We see the smiles, the close proximity you unconsciously try to keep to us. I’ve seen your pupillary response when speaking to myself and Crosshair as opposed to Hunter and Wrecker. I have watched your increased respiration and felt your heart rate increase through your radial pulse when I have held your wrist.”

An involuntary whine vibrated in your chest, “Y-You noticed all of that?”

The sound pulled a smile from Crosshair, “Hear that Tech? She’s already worked up.” He leaned over Tech’s shoulder, licking his lips as his eyes remained fixed on your crotch.

Tech cocked an eyebrow, “Indeed. She is even prettier when she’s flustered.”

Crosshair grinned deviously and whispered in your other ear, “Give up, doll. Tech’s right. You won’t win this game.” He grazed your ear with his teeth before pulling back to stand behind Tech again leaving you momentarily breathless.

“Would you acquiesce to allowing Crosshair and myself to provide you with an evening of pleasure you have never known before?”

Your heart fluttered at the suggestion. Your eyes looked from Crosshair to Tech before giving your answer. “Yes. Yes, I would very much enjoy an evening with you.”

Crosshair flicked his toothpick into a nearby bin. He leaned in and gripped your chin, “You’re in for a treat princess. Tech? Explain the rules to her.”

As he turned to walk away, Tech leaned back in, brushing his nose from your hairline down to the delicate dip where your neck and shoulder meet. He pulled down the collar of your body glove enough to expose the soft skin where he began to kiss you. You gasped. His mouth felt incredible. What started light and soft ended with him leaving his mark.

“Just follow my directions, cyare, and you will experience the greatest pleasure you will ever know,” he murmured.

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When you arrived back on Kamino, the boys sent you ahead to the barracks while they headed to the medical bay for the regular check in and check up from the Kaminoans. The silence in the room was only broken by the Kaminoan rain tapping on the windows. As you moved about arranging equipment and settling in, your mind wandered to Tech and Crosshair. Ever since your conversation, you’d noticed they’d been more affectionate. A hand in the small of your back, a tap on the chin, breathing in your scent in tight spaces; and every show of affection sent you spiraling deeper into your feelings for them.

Tech had implied he’d arranged something with Hunter that would give the three of you privacy in the barracks at some point. The thought brought flutters to your chest. The anticipation was torturous, and just imagining what Cross and Tech had planned for you caused you to ache. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door hissing open. You were surprised to see Tech entering alone.

“Well, cyare. Are you ready? Hunter and Wrecker have previous engagements elsewhere. We agreed we should make the most of the time alone,” he purred as he leaned on his workbench.

“And Cross?” You glanced at the door waiting for him to stroll in with his signature swagger.

“He will join us later. We have already discussed it. You are mine right now. Next time he will have the honor of doing this. Of preparing you.”

His words sent you reeling. You are mine right now. The possessiveness of his tone sent your heart racing and made you ache more in the deepest depths of your core.

“Do you mind if I record us? I would thoroughly enjoy rewatching to identify what exactly makes you come completely unraveled. For next time.” He tapped the recording device on his goggles.

“Next time?” Your breath hitched, “There’s…there’s going to be a next time?”

“Assuming you are pleased with our performance, yes. We would like this to be a recurring experience. Both together and individually. Our attraction to you does traverse the physical into the emotional. I thought that was obvious.”

A soft whimper escaped you before you answered, “Yes, of course you can record this Tech.”

He nodded, removing the last of his armor, leaving him standing before you in his blacks. He reached his hand out to you, a gesture that was far more chivalrous than you’d anticipated for the evening. You accepted his outstretched hand and he guided you to Crosshair’s bunk. You began to undress, but he stopped you.

“Allow me, mesh’la. I would like to take this moment alone to appreciate you.”

Piece by piece he stripped you down to nothing, kisses trailing behind the shed garments. You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his soft lips brushing over your body. He studied you; his hands learned you. His touch was soft and gentle as he traced your features,placing kisses on all of your exposed skin. You cupped his cheeks and pulled him in, your tongue teasing at his lips, begging for entry. His kisses were methodical like everything he did. He was testing, experimenting with different techniques, seeing what you liked. Paying attention to your body language and adjusting accordingly. However, while every move was deliberate, there was a gentle reverence there as well. He stroked and nuzzled and caressed. He guided you to the bunk, he leaned against the head of the bed and settled you between his legs.

As you reclined in his lap, you felt so vulnerable and yet safe. His fingertips wandered your naked body as he placed kisses all along your neck.

“Relax cyar’ika. You spend all your time caring for us. Allow me to care for you.” The rumble of his voice in his chest spurred on the heat growing between your legs. You sighed a soft whine and he smiled, “It would seem you find my touch pleasurable already.”

Just the sound of his voice had your pussy clenching, “Oh stars, Tech. Please don’t stop.”

“I had not planned on it,” his lips brushed your ear as he spoke, sending chills across your body. You reached behind you and clasped your hand to the back of his neck, grasping the hair at the nape. He growled in response to your touch, a new sound you’d not heard from him before but certainly wanted to hear again.

His hands continued to wander until they settled on your breasts. His deft fingers moved and played with your nipples with the same skill and agility you’d seen used while he tinkered under the control panel of the Marauder. The feeling of the soft concentric circles he was drawing pulled a lewd groan from you as you arched your back.

“Fascinating,” was all he said as he continued his ministrations with one hand and trailed the other to between your legs. You were dripping wet already, yearning for relief. You spread your legs more hoping to entice him. He ran his finger softly along your folds, you bucked your hips chasing the pleasure his fingers brought. He hummed, “All in good time, darling. All in good time. Maker, you are so wet already. I am, admittedly, a little jealous that Crosshair gets to eat your pussy tonight. But that does not mean I cannot taste you now.”

He traced your sex a few more times, admiring it. His other hand left your breast, trailing lightly down your torso to your folds to spread you open. He dipped a finger inside you slowly, swirling and thrusting. He brought the finger to his mouth groaning at the taste of you, his cock twitching beneath his blacks. You inhaled sharply. His touch was divine and you didn’t want him to stop.

“Mmm you appear to enjoy the feeling of my fingers, cyar’ika. Shall I do that again?” He ghosted over your pussy, teasing with a featherlight touch.

“Oh by the Force,Tech…” you mewled, “yes, please do that again.”

He hummed, sliding two digits into you next. His dexterous fingers reached that glorious spot inside of you, pulling a filthy moan from deep within.

“Mmmm, yes, I notice this spot–” Tech pressed again, eliciting another lewd sound from you, “–is one I would like to investigate more later. Perhaps, when we are alone again?”

He had rendered you speechless and all you could manage was a sharp nod and a weak “uh huh” as he toyed with you.

The door hissed open again as Crosshair strolled inside. “How’s our little kitten, Tech?”

His smokey voice caused your pussy to clench around Tech’s fingers. “Based on the reaction she is having to your voice, I’d say she is eager and ready.”

Crosshair grinned as he removed his armor, “Mmm. ‘s shame I won’t be doing much talking this time around.” He looked at you, “Tech does enough talking for the both of us. Hope you don’t mind, princess.”

Your chest heaved, out of breath already from the teasing Tech had been putting you through, “I think I’ll manage. I do love hearing Tech talk.”

Crosshair lithely climbed onto the foot of his bunk. He hooked your knees over his shoulders, his eyes lust-filled and his erection pressing against his blacks. He began nibbling and licking the inside of your legs, working his way to your core. For a while Tech continued with his fingers inside of you. He was skillful and his ability to learn quickly meant he’d found nearly every spot inside of you that caused you to fall apart around his hands. However, as Crosshair approached your core, he looked up at Tech and gave him a sharp nod. Tech removed his fingers from your aching pussy, and you whined now feeling empty without him.

“Shhh, Crosshair will take care of you, beautiful.” He sucked his fingers clean once again as Crosshair began licking your outer folds.

You bucked your hips and groaned as Cross moved painfully slowly across you. He alternated licking and sucking your folds with biting the inside of your thighs, leaving purple marks in his wake. Crosshair was needy and aggressive, a stark contrast to Tech’s gentle and methodical approach. He gripped your thighs plunging his tongue deep inside of you, fueled by the moaning, mewling mess it made you. Tech brought his mouth to one of your nipples. As his tongue teased you, you felt yourself approaching your climax.

“I..uhgn…I’m so close..”

Crosshair looked up, meeting Tech’s eyes, communicating something only the two of them understood. Tech immediately eased up on his ministrations. You whined at the abrupt halt to his rhythmic play.

“I am sorry darling. Crosshair wants to enjoy you a little longer and should I continue at that pace you would orgasm far sooner than he would like.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. He still tasted like you. His lips then moved to your neck, kissing, sucking, biting as his hands caressed you. Tech handled you with the same care he handled the Marauder, while Crosshair was unyielding and harsh. He was holding you so tightly you’d have bruises later.

Crosshair growled, devouring you like you were a fine meal. His face glistened with your slick as he pulled back to slide his slender finger inside you, first one and then two. He was rough with his mouth, but his fingers moved as they did across the trigger of his beloved rifle.

As he found his own rhythm, his tongue moved to your clit. The sudden sensation forced a squeal from you. You felt Crosshair smile against you and picked up his pace, sucking and kissing your clit, stoking the fire within. He growled as he felt your walls fluttering around his fingers. The shameless moans of his name and gyration of your hips told him your climax was fast approaching and he was ready to guide you to the precipice.

Tech rumbled, “It would seem Cross is ready for you to finish, and so am I.”

Your hips bucked into Crosshair’s face as his tongue flicked across your sensitive bud and his fingers caressed the same spot Tech had investigated earlier with his sniper’s precision. You careened over the edge as Tech covered your mouth to stifle your involuntary scream of Crosshair’s name. After working you through your peak he sat up looking rather pleased with himself, your slick covering his mouth and hands.

“How are you doing, pretty thing?” Crosshair cooed with a softness he kept tightly locked away as he kissed all the marks he’d left on your thighs.

“I’m excellent,” you huffed, catching your breath.

“Think you’re up for round two?” Crosshair ran a calloused hand softly along your leg.

“Absolutely.” You leaned toward him and stroked his cheek, “I knew you were a softie, Cross.”

He rolled his eyes before planting a soft kiss on your palm. “Don’t tell Hunter.”

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“On your knees.” The commanding timbre of Tech’s voice sent a blazing heat to your core as you repositioned yourself onto all fours. Crosshair freed himself from his blacks first. He was swollen, hard, and throbbing as he ached to be consumed by you.

“Oh Cross. So. Big. I’m gonna swallow all of you,” you whined, eager to have him in your mouth.

Crosshair reclined back, eyes blown with lust. You licked your lips as you eyed the precum glistening at his velvety tip.

“Go ahead, cyare. He’s ready,” Tech encouraged.

You crawled toward Crosshair, catching his gaze. You licked him from base to tip, pressing the flat of your tongue against his head, lapping up the precum. You began swirling your tongue around the ridge of his head as you kneaded his muscular thighs. Crosshair groaned and grabbed a handful of your hair. You released the tip and began licking him from base to tip again, interspersed occasionally with kisses and a graze of teeth. Crosshair moaned and gripped your hair tighter as you took him in your mouth. You almost gagged as he brushed the back of your throat. You paused to relax, to take him all in. Slowly you began to bob your head and soon Crosshair exceeded your pace, gyrating and bucking his hips, his fingers tangling in your locks as he fucked your mouth. Your name was a prayer on his tongue that he quietly yet devoutly recited.

Tech brushed the tip of his cock against your folds and in spite of your mouth being full of Crosshair, he heard the sinful sounds coming from you. He teased you with the tip just as he had with his fingers earlier. You tried to rock your hips backward into him, needing him to fill you up. You felt empty and desperate for him. He placed his hand on your hips to steady you as he slowly sheathed himself. The stretch around him was perfect. You felt his every ridge rubbing against your walls, and you instinctively rocked into him. Tech slowly pulled out leaving only the tip and thrust again, his own sinful sounds intensifying.

“So amazing…perfect for us. Perfect for me. You take me so well mesh’la. You’re so wet…hng…so tight. Such a good girl… your mouth is taking Crosshair so well, pretty girl.”

Tech quickly matched Crosshair’s pace and intensity. Had you not been so lost in the throes of ecstasy you probably would have joked that you resembled a rotisserie nuna. The feel of Tech running his hands the length of your back had you falling apart. You lost track of time as the room was filled with the wanton moans of all three of you as well as the sound of Tech’s thighs slapping against your backside. When Crosshair’s rhythm began to become irregular you cupped his balls, toying with and massaging him drawing sounds from him you hadn’t even known were possible.

“Cross is going to finish now, love. I need your mouth free so you can use your words for me,” you heard Tech croon as he rubbed your back encouragingly.

Crosshair shuddered, a final gutteral moan of your name fell from his lips. You eagerly swallowed all he had to give you. He leaned in, cradling your chin and pulled you in for a kiss filled with warmth and affection.

Tech wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest, “Do you want Crosshair to play with your breasts while I fuck you, darling?”

“Y-yes. Yes, please,” you breathlessly mewled as you reached back and locked your fingers behind Tech’s neck.

“Good girl,” Tech growled into your ear, resuming his steady thrusting.

Crosshair ran the calloused pads of his thumbs over your nipples, a pleased sigh leaving him as they pebbled under his touch. Your head lolled back resting on Tech’s chest and he took the opportunity to capture your lips in an impassioned kiss. Crosshair cupped your breasts, massaging them as he took a nipple in his mouth. His tongue drew concentric circles around one sensitive bud and his thumb mimicked the movement on the other. You felt the coil deep within you tightening, moaning their names as you felt yourself approaching another climax.

“Tech…Cross… I’m gonna…”

“Not yet, love,” Tech’s thrusts slowed and Crosshair pulled himself from your nipple with a pop. In a single swift motion Tech flipped you onto your back.

“Look at me, mesh’la. I have not seen enough of those exquisite eyes tonight. I want you looking at me when you cum.” His eyes were hungry as he met your gaze.

He crashed into your lips, tongue brushing against them, demanding access you readily granted him. He cupped your breast, flicking your nipple beneath his thumb. You bucked your hips into him, meeting his own steady thrusts. His cock hit the point of divinity yet again, over and over drawing obscene moans from you as he dragged his teeth over your neck.

“You are doing so well, cyare. Now, be a good girl. Tell us who you belong to, and I’ll let you cum. Look me in the eyes and tell me who you belong to,” Tech demanded as he caged you in on the bed, his thrusts becoming erratic.

You brought your palms to his cheeks, “Y-yours…oh maker…yours, Tech and Crosshair.”

“That’s our good girl,” Tech smiled before his lips collided with yours again, muffling the pornographic sounds of the two of you simultaneously reaching your climax and then riding it out together.

Tech rolled off of you and you rested your head on his chest, spent and coming down from your high. Crosshair brought a few towels over and some water. He settled in next to you pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as he whispered “Mine” over and over and tenderly cleaned you up.

Tech nuzzled into your ear, “I hope I have adequately proven now that I do, in fact, trust you.”

You huffed a chuckle leaning into his touch, “If all of this was to prove you trust me, it was a bit excessive. Not that I’m complaining but just letting me do my job would have sufficed.”

He drew a finger down your sternum, tracing the outline of your breasts, “Indeed, if this had been an exercise solely to prove I trust you it would have been excessive. However, that was not the sole purpose.”

“Go on,” you looked up at him inquisitively.

“Primarily this was because we, Crosshair and myself, have harbored deep-seated feelings of affection for you for quite some time. We felt it was time to act upon them.”

You reached over your shoulder running your fingers over Crosshair’s jaw, “That true, Cross?”

“Pretty much, kitten,” Crosshair purred into your hair as his hands ghosted along your curves.

You hummed contentedly, “I’m glad you did.”

“As much as we are loving the view, it would probably behoove you to dress as Wrecker and Hunter shall be returning soon. I do not wish to share this with them. You are ours,”

You sat up and turned to face them. You pulled Crosshair to you, pressing a fervent kiss to his lips before whispering, “I am yours…” against them. After pulling back, you followed suit with Tech, drawing your teeth across his bottom lip before whispering, “…and only yours” against his lips. Fortunately you dressed in record time because just as you finished Hunter and Wrecker returned.

***********

You’d settled onto the uncomfortable sofa with your datapad, Wrecker’s snoring overpowering the sound of the soldering Tech was still doing at his workbench. A soft brush of fingers across your shoulder pulled you from your reading. Crosshair stood beside you, refusing to make eye contact through his ever present scowl.

“Will…” he rolled his tongue along the inside of his cheek, “will you stay with me tonight?”

“I’d love to,” you whispered as you rose and followed him to his bunk. Before he climbed into bed you gave him a quick goose and a wink when he spun around to face you.

“Didn’t get enough earlier, huh?” He leaned in, pressing his temple to yours, “You’ll have to be a good girl and wait.”

You giggled and settled in next to him. His arms wrapped around you as he pressed his nose into your hair and soon he’d drifted into an unusually peaceful sleep.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep but you awoke to Tech’s soft kiss to your forehead, “Apologies mesh’la. I did not mean to wake you. I just wanted one last kiss from my girl before finally retiring to my bunk.” He softly brushed your hair out of your face before leaning in for a more passionate kiss on the lips. “While you are sleeping in Cross's bed tonight, I shall be watching my recording of you,” he whispered against your lips. You clenched your thighs together, aroused knowing that Tech would be watching you all over again.

Tech settled into his bunk and pulled up the file. He was used to sharing a lot with Crosshair, but sharing you was still going to take some getting used to. At least his recordings were always of excellent quality.

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the-moon-lullaby · 1 year

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Could you do headcanons of how the boys spend their morning after their first time with candy in episode 40

How the HSL Boys spend their morning/day with Candy after episode 40

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕 :

He probably already considered the option of Candy staying the next day after spending the night

Which is why he did some groceries the day before and that there’s some sweet snacks in his kitchen

(and he didn’t buy them for himself as you could've assumed)

He’d bring her breakfast in bed

He’s a bit awkward and wouldn’t really know what to talk about because it’s the first time he finds himself in a situation like this

But the feeling would quickly fades since that he feels even closer and comfortable around Candy than before (I mean it make sense after the night they spent)

So they’d just enjoy a little breakfast together

Nothing too fancy but the vibe is chill and nice

Afterwards he’ll probably would want to take a shower

and if Candy wants to, she’s free to join (after all it saves water)

He’d probably do a little checkup on Candy while they’re showering and ask her if she feels sore or anything (and if that’s the case, he’d be happy to offer a little massage under the steaming water)

Then he’d ask whether she wants to go outside or if she wants to stay inside

If they’re staying home, they’d probably spend the afternoon in Nath’s bed while he reads her one of his favourite book

I can see them writing little notes in it while they do that and now each time Nathaniel picks up this book there’s a little reminder of this moment (so cute)

When Candy has to leave, he’ll walk her home and while they’re heading there, they’d already be planning their next date (since that they’re free of school now, Nathaniel clearly intend to use these holidays to spend even more quality time with Candy)

Honestly, there is kind of a domestic vibe here and I live for it

𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚕 :

Okay so we know that my boy was up for a second round but he’s no fool

He knows that Candy might be a little sore after the night they spent together so he was probably joking around (at least for now)

Yet he wouldn’t let her get out of the bed so soon and would hold her close, wanting to make this peaceful feeling last as much as he can

I think he’d finally allow himself to be more vulnerable (it’s about damn time) by letting Candy play with his hair and he wouldn’t bother trying to hide his loving stare or blushing face that matches his hair

He’s not the best with love confessions and all(which is why he wrote her a song instead of directly telling her about how he felt, as we already know) so he tries to show how much the moment they shared last night means to him through his attitude

At some point they’d have to get up to take Demon on his little morning walk. So they would go together

They’d probably stop by on the way back to get a little something to eat (because Castiel spend his whole day before cleaning the apartment for Candy’s visit and ended up forgetting to buy something for breakfast 🥲)

Afterwards they’d either go back to bed if Candy is still a bit tired or they’ll go shower (no matter what, that’s probably when the second round really begins)

Then, they’d spent the rest of the day hanging out in Castiel’s apartment

If it’s a sunny day, they’d go on his little terrasse enjoying the warmth and each other’s company while taking turn to throw a ball to Demon

Or if the weather isn’t that good or if they just feel like staying inside, Castiel would probably play some guitar for Candy

(she’d probably ask him to sing the song he wrote for her once again and he’d pretended to be annoyed but he’ll gladly do it)

𝙻𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 :

I believe he’s an early bird so he was probably the first one awake (I know that’s not how it happens in the episode but idc)

Wouldn’t get out of bed though because he doesn’t want to wake Candy (she needs to rest after all because well, the night was short)

As he feels that she’s waking up he’ll just caress her hair and kiss her forehead

Not much would be said but his caresses and kisses here and there as they’re laying next to each other speak a thousand word

He’d make Candy feel so loved and special

The kind of feeling that makes you ask yourself if you’re still dreaming (this man, I am melting)

They’d probably have to get up and get ready after a while because I assume that Leigh would like to come home at some point

I have this headcanon that Lysander, when not at school, prepares his and his brother’s lunch so when Leigh comes home for his lunch break, everything is already ready and Lysander can spend a little time with his brother since he’s often very busy (protect this man at all cost, he’s such an angel)

So he’d do that this time as well, only that he’s cooking for Candy as well

She might try to help him but as we saw in the game, she’s not really a skilled cook so he’d just end up be like « I’ll take care of it dear. Just sit back and enjoy »

For once, Lysander would probably go back to his room with Candy to eat their meal instead of eating with Leigh since he wants to spend a little more time with her

When Candy has to go, he’ll walk her home and would kiss multiple times feeling it hard to leave her lips as it’s like he already misses her presence (such a romantic boy)

Armin :

He go raid the kitchen to find some snacks (sorry for his parents who did a refill the day before but now everything’s gone)

Took the snacks that were Alexy’s too because for once he has a good excuse to do so (“it was for Candy !”)

But right after, he’d lay back in bed, preferably on Candy, and he’d love feeling her nail softly scratching his back while he’s resting on her chest

He’d probably fall back asleep that way

Nothing on earth could make Armin get out of bed before 12 AM on a weekend (also expect Candy to fell asleep with him)

Even though, they probably spend the rest of day in Armin’s (bed) room

Armin would pick up some comics and show them to Candy or they’d start to watch this anime he kept telling her about

The curtains would remain drawn because sunlight is not allowed in this room (I have to stop with this whole Armin-avoiding-the-sun thing it’s so cliché, sorry lol)

He would hardly manage to keep his hands of Candy but she wouldn’t mind (she’d actually do the same)

This could lead another fun time, who knows ? (I mean guys, he finally found a sport he enjoy doing)

He ended up ordering food for them, maybe pizza or burgers because despite all the snacks he ate, he’s still hungry (he is a bottomless pit)

Kentin :

probably woke up first (I don’t remember if it was the case in the game but I rest my case anyway)

I just know he struggled to sleep the whole night

He was processing what had happened lol

He’d be terrified to wake Candy because he thinks she look so sweet sleeping like this, in arms

But at some point his arm would feel a little numb as she’s laying on it

So she’d be woke by him trying to move and then apologising for it

He’d totally make a fancy breakfast (eggs, fruit salad, pancakes even ? that's a slay)

He knows what he’s doing since he loves breakfast and he never skips it

So he’d be so happy to share a breakfast he made with her (and he’d hope she’d be impressed lol) and he would bring it in bed for her

Cookie would need to take a walk too (we’re not forgetting the doggies here) so he’d asked Candy if she wants to come along (and of course she wants to)

So they’d get ready together, taking more time than expected because they keep interrupting each other with stolen kisses (aww)

They’d spend the whole morning enjoy the sun as well as the beginning of the holidays

Since, they’d probably agree to go eat outside, they’d take back Cookie home and then go do their little lunch date

Then they’d just wander around the city, holdings hands and window shopping (they're this kind of couple you spot in the streets)

There you go Anon, I hope you like it ! (it's more about the whole day rather than the morning but as it's said in all the route, they clearly intended to spend the day together)

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hereisrachel · 6 months

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Realistic Simon "Ghost" Riley dating headcanons pt.3

- I don't think he will feel insecure about himself in this relationship.

- Imagine you two going to bar to chill out a bit after a mission.

- Let's say you gain a lot of attention and people come to talk to you,

- You are obviously more social than Ghost is (Sorry shy people 😭), More charismatic, more friendly. People like you, you're the kind of person everyone wants as their friend.

- So you excuse yourself every 10 minutes to talk with people, too nice to reject their offer.

- Ghost may be a bit irritated if he is tired, but he won't be jealous. He'll be annoyed that he can't talk to you for more that 10 minutes.

- And he watches you talk to both men and women.

- Everyone is absolutely charmed by you. You practically can have anyone you want.

- He doesn't feel angry, sad, confused or insecure. He just wonders why did you chose him when there is people you actually get along with.

- You turn back to him with a shy smile and mutter an apologize.

- He nods his head lightly, not showing any sign of being mad at you.

- That night, he is in the bed already with you tucked next to him. (as military beds tend to be pretty small + he is taking most of the space already) He stares at the ceiling, still thinking and after a while he just can't believe it. Why did you even chose him??

- He genuinely doesn't get it but he's like "whatever" and just goes to sleep 😭

- Speaking of sleeping together, I think he wouldn't be a fan of sleeping with you.

- He likes being next to you but whole night is too much + since the beds are small, you both will have to be a bit squeezed and touching each other.

- The first night you knocked on his door, asking if you can stay was a horror.

- You were peacefully sleeping next to him, back pressed to the wall so you won't touch him too much but that's impossible.

- Your body was touching his back, your hands occasionally brushing his shoulders in sleep.

- He was overstimulated by all of this. He knew you would wake up if he'd left the bed so he had to suffer.

- He'd try to move away, but that would just end with him almost falling of the bed.

- He really tries to stay. For you. But this is too much.

- He slowly sits on the bed, checking if you're still asleep.

- He sees you twitch and pat the matress in attempt to look for you. He gently rubs your hand and you seemingly calm down, continuing to sleep.

- He gets up, takes some extra blankets from the wardrobe and just lays on the floor next to the bed.

- The floor is dirty, hard, cold, but he doesn't give a shit. As long as he doesn't feel a warm body facing him it's alright

- He somehow finds it uncomfortable to sleep with a person.

- But still, not wanting to hurt you - he stays with you, just not on the bed lol.

- at least he didn't go to separate room 😭

- He's learning so fast 🥲

- He wants the best for you I promise

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fairykazu · 5 months

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misunderstandings ft. childe

inspo: “I know you don’t like labels, so will you be my married-person-thing?”

it's hard to be in love with someone who's so obvious that they like you back but refuse to admit it. unfortunately, that's the situation childe has with you. everyone could see the love and affection in your eyes whenever you see the ginger male. but no matter hard they try to make you admit that you like him, you shut your mouth and change the subject.

well, you have had admitted it quietly in your friend's ear once but maybe too loudly because childe's ear perked up when you said his name. you immediately changed the subject right away.

"name? did you say my name?" childe asked as you tried to play off your flustered look,

"no? i was talking about albedo's sister. i mean, it's amazing how hes able to work around her. because um... children! i meant to say children not "childe". you have selective hearing! thats what you have." you spluttered up as amber whispered in your ear,

"good save."

he smiled hoping not in an awkward way and said, "ohh! thats what you mean."

that was so not what you meant and sadly, it's gotten so obvious even the subject of your affection noticed. it's not that hard to notice. even though, your state of denial does annoy him when he tries to court you like a peacock, he does like the chase. but the real question is, is he the prey or the predator in the situation?

you noticed that childe has been... not himself? not at all, in a bad way, of course but it's interesting that your boyfriend is acting like he has fallen in love all over again. do you have to worry about how his eyes only glimmer around you? maybe, but his eyes are pretty. speaking of the devil, he just texted you.

\\ 🍊: name

\\ 🍊: i need to talk to you rq

\\ 🍊: pls 🥲

he's so silly sometimes. you remember when he barely used emojis when you first began being friends. but as your relationship grew, he started to adapt how you texted. it's cute.

\\ 🍓: call?

\\ 🍊: ummm no. come to my house.

\\ 🍓: rn? it's like 7 😭😭

\\ 🍊: yes... well no 😞

\\ 🍊: you know what im coming over rn

\\ 🍓: RN?

\\ 🍊: yes.

what just happened?

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childe arrived at your doorstep, out of breath. it was cold. too cold and it was snowing. he loves the cold and his favorite memories with you was building a snowman and a snow woman together with teucer. teucer isn't really picky with people but he approves of you a lot. childe remember how happy you were when he told you that his little brother likes to hang out with you. despite it all, he still has the balls to confess and ask you out. or if you don't like labels. thats fine. if he's able to relax in your warmth somehow, he'd be content. no dating? it's okay. he will wait for you. he slipped into his pocket, looking for his phone, texting you.

\\ 🍊: pls open your door.

\\ 🍊: it's too cold and you know i can handle the cold

\\ 🍊: name pls

\\ 🍊: berry berry pls

the door opened wide, the warmth of your apartment escaping to the chilled breeze. he was bundled up in different layers. one hand has his phone the other was buried in his pocket. you were confused. he would be confused too if he was you. he was guessing what kind of thoughts ran in your mind like why you are here out of breath? wouldnt you be sick? while you welcomed him into the apartment, closing the door behind him and helping childe take off one or two layers of clothes. once he was warmed up and comfortable, you asked him, "did you run here? we live 2 hours away from each other. why didn't you take your car? why couldn't just call?"

he nodded off your questions. he looked up at you and you looked kind of pissed and annoyed. "okay, i will answer that if you just listen to me."

your stance changed from closed off to open, you crossed your arms though. "okay?"

"okay. um, i wanted to do this in a nicer and different setting. it'd would be much better than this and i promise i'll do it in a different way too." he looked at you again for approval. your hand moved in a circular motion, signaling him to get to the point. "well, i like you and i think you like me too. i know you don't really like those labels of being-" he fakes quoted with his fingers. " 'together'. but would you be my significant-married-person-thing with me? if you don't, it's fine."

after he got that off his chest, he sighed deeply. he waited for your response. half hoping that he didn't get rejected by you just now. but all he heard was laughing. nervously, he looked at you again. "what?"

"i thought we were together." you sat next to him, trying to snifle your laughs. he could see the tears outlining your eyes. instictively, he wiped off a tear off your face.

you watched how your words finally were processed in childe's brain and you could vividly see a lightbulb light up just now. "what?"

"i thought we were dating already."

"when did you think that???"

"well, in like highschool or middle school, when we were sleeping on my bed for one of our saturday sleepovers. you said, 'name, i want to be together with you forever.' and i replied with, 'i'd like that.'"

childe's face morphed, "but i didn't ask you officially. you knew i liked you from the start???"

"only because i thought we were dating from the start. gosh, my boyfriend is so stupid."

BOYFRIEND?? VGBHJMAKLS;VPNEF L YAYY WHOOSH BOYFRIEND... wait a minute. "if we are dating, why did you ignore me at school and become flustered?"

"good question. i don't remember."

"WHAT???"

"i'm just kidding, childe. also were you dreaming because the only time that happened was like highschool. i feel like we shouldve had a chat about this."

"you think??"

"im sorry childe. here's your apology gift." you pecked his lips. he melted instantly.

"don't you think... this makes you forgiven."

"oh how dare i think that! so... do you want to watch tangled again?"

"yes."

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2af-afterdark · 1 month

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Hiii, sorry for the confusion :'3 I'm the one who request for chubby things, I mean that the king's reaction when they see MC get crazy/in love/... with the king's chubby parts 🥲 Like MC want to bite/hickey/nom nom on that part (... me too)

Oh right I don't know if you still accepting requests or not, sorry.... 🥹🥹🍀

OKAY! NOW IT IS TIME TO GO FERAL! Also, yes, my requests are currently open. I'm just slow.

Let's not kid ourselves here, Satan has an ass that just won't quit. He's the kind of man you hate to leave but you love to watch him walk away. MC will not hide for a second that they are admiring Satan's ass and he will not hesitate to invite them to do more. They have absolutely zero chill when it comes to getting their hands on his glorious butt and squishing it between their fingers. Give it a good slap and watch it jiggle. "Is that as hard as you can hit? Let me show you show it's really done." Just be careful, because Satan will definitely take the opportunity to enjoy MC's body too. Blessed be the MC's with an ass, because Satan is about to turn that thing red.

Mammon is a pretty safe bet with his voluptuous tiddies on display at all moments. He is clearly very proud of his chest and even more so when MC takes their time to stare at and admire it. Actually, I get the feeling he would offer them a closer look and invite them to shove their full face in there. His tiddies belong to MC and will be the main course of their horny feast for the evening. "Every word of praise from my master is worth a fortune." At some point, he'll just start waiting for them to work themselves up into a horny frenzy and show their greed for his fine features. When they are greedy, he is happy.

Leviathan looks like the kind of man that is lean and perfectly proportioned all over, but his thighs are perfect for taking a bite out of. His inner thigh is so meaty and would look perfect with bite marks. While he agrees that his body is perfect, he does not appreciate MC's antics. Watch him get upset (read: angry) at MC for wanting to get their hands (and lips) on his thighs. They will be strung from the ceiling in no time. Consider it the perfect opportunity to gawk at this fine features and tell him exactly how seeing his juicy thighs drives them absolutely- "Enough." AND he's covered their mouth so he doesn't have to listen to their horny ramblings.

By request of 🪰anon, I will now be talking about Beelzebub's dick. They said it as a joke, but I am going to be very serious about the bulge that thing makes in his pants and how fat his balls must be. Those deserve to be massaged and sucked on. He will gladly sit back and let MC do as they please, just waiting for his moment... "It's my turn now." Expect him to return the favor when MC gets tired, because he's the devil of gluttony and he refuses to walk away without a meal of his very own.

#2af writes #❖ nonie #love letters ❤️#talkin' whb #whb satan #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb beelzebub

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blooming-violets · 2 months

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Hii! Can I request a Joel miller x fem!reader where Abby goes to golf town on reader instead of Joel and Joel is in Ellie’s position watching her get killed. Just utter angst💔🥲thank youuu❤️

An Eye For An Eye || Joel Miller x fem!Reader

A/N: I meant to do this from Joel's pov but somehow ended up in Reader's pov. Enjoy some death! (Also threw in a little Glenn from the Walking Dead winkwinknodnod in there, too)

Fire rained down on the infected as the people surrounding them tossed molotovs over the wrought iron gate.

The heat of the flames bathed over their skin to push the wintery chill from their bones.

Joel could feel your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, clinging protectively onto him, as he slowed their horse next to Tommy’s. When your grip didn’t loosen to climb down, he gave your hand a gentle pat of encouragement.

“I don’t like this,” you whispered in his ear. There were too many people. More than you were anticipating. Large groups of strangers were never a good sign.

His head tilted back towards you, his eyes closing peacefully at the feeling of your cold breath against his cheek, “You worry too much. We saved that woman’s life. It’s fine. We need a place to ride out the storm. Just behave yourself.”

You replied with a quiet laugh. Joel Miller was the king of worrying too much and the master of bad behavior. Who was he to tell you otherwise?

“You’ve gone soft, grandpa. I blame Ellie,” A kiss was placed to his gray peppered beard before you jumped off the horse. There wasn’t even that big of an age gap between you two but you were still fond of the nickname, simply because it made Joel groan every time he heard it.

Joel smiled, following you off the horse, “I blame you both. I only have this gray hair because of the shit you two put me through.”

The moment the garage doors closed to block off the incoming swell of snow flurries, a weight of dread settled in your stomach. You ran a mittened hand over the hind haunches of your horse to wipe away some of the snow in an attempt to help soothe your unease.

“Hey, I heard you guys saved Abby?” A short haired woman approached you with a warm, but hesitant, smile. “Thanks for bringing her back to us.”

You looked over and did your best to flash her a smile of your own. Trust had to be built somehow. You might as well try to start here.

“Oh, yeah. No problem.” You tugged off your mittens, stuffing them in your jacket pocket, and reached out your hand to shake.

“I’m Mel,” she spoke softly. “Nice to meet you.

You returned the greeting. She seemed nice enough. For now. First impressions meant nothing in this world. Everyone could act kind until they weren’t. You’d been fooled one too many times to take that sort of chance again. The moment she let go of the hand shake, she turned to Tommy to repeat her introductions. Your guard was on high alert, trying to take stock of anything you could use as makeshift weapons and plot the best hiding spots.

Joel slipped his arm around your waist. He could sense your worry and pressed his lips against the side of your head, smelling your hair, as he spoke.

“Don’t worry,” he mumbled into your hair. “Tommy and I got this covered. We’ll hang out for the night. We can take turns staying awake so someone’s always on watch. Then we’ll be gone in the morning after the storm.”

“That sounds like some famous last words,” you grumbled.

The three of you were led into the room off of the garage. A large wooden bar sat against the wall and you took note of the half filled bottles of alcohol cluttering the surface.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad afterall,” you nodded to the drinks, giving Joel a cheeky wink.

He hid a smile by scratching at his beard and turning to the new people, “What are y’all doing out this way?”

A man with a baseball cap answered, “Oh, just passing through. You three live nearby?”

Tommy took that as an invitation to invite them back home to restock their gear. As if you wanted these people anywhere near your family.

It was clear neither party really trusted the other. There was a tension in the air as each individual tried to make sense of the other. Both parties were searching for hidden dangers. Your eyes sought out everyone, studying them, trying to find their strengths and weaknesses. It was Abby quietly conversing with another man in the corner that caused your heart rate to spike. You didn’t like the way they were whispering. From behind, you could tell her body language was tight, nervous. Your stare stayed trained on the pair as they whispered back and forth. Even as they stood quietly in the shadows, trying to appear relaxed, you could tell she was mulling over something in her head.

Your hand found Joel’s and you gave it a small squeeze. You leaned in closer, standing on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “Maybe we’re better off risking it in the snow? We can find some place to stay that’s not here.”

Before he could reply, Tommy was throwing around more introductions.

“I’m Tommy,” he announced to the group. He was too calm for your liking. Too friendly. Something was wrong. This wasn’t right. They had to leave. “This is my brother…Joel. And this is his partner-”

You couldn’t hear his introduction of you. You were too busy watching the change in Abby. The entire room fell silent. Her shoulders tensed. Her jaw tightened, flexing subtly as she ground her teeth together. Her back straightened up to attention and she shifted the shotgun in her hands.

You knew it the second Joel did.

This was bad.

“Y’all act like you’ve heard of us or somethin’,” he muttered, trying in a last ditch effort to soothe out the peace. His arm instinctively pushed you protectively behind him just as gun shot rang out.

“That’s because we have,” Abby said as the trigger was pulled.

You let out a scream of terror, watching Joel yell in pain, his leg shooting out from under him, and tumbling to the ground.

“Joel!” You collapsed down to his side, throwing your body protectively over his head to block him from any more bullets.

“No!” Tommy shouted.

Two men were on him before he could even move. They pinned his arms down, throwing him back against the bar, and struggled to hold him steady while he thrashed wildly against them. You couldn’t help him. You refused to leave Joel. All you could do was watch in horror as Tommy was bashed repeatedly in the top of the head with the grip of a pistol until he went limp. You had no idea if he was dead or knocked out. Thick lines of blood trailed out from under his hairline and waterfalled down his vacant face.

You reached for the knife hidden in your back pocket. The second someone grabbed your arms, you slashed out, making contact with someone’s cheek.

But there were too many of them and so little of you.

The knife was wrestled out of your grasp. You were being dragged away from Joel with two men clamping down tightly to your arms and throwing you up against a window. The back of your head bounded against the glass pane causing a shooting pain to ricochet through your brain.

“No!” You could hear Joel cry, his voice deep with worry. “Get off her! Don’t fucking touch her!”

He struggled to get up but his leg was useless under him. Blood spurted from his thigh and soaked into his tattered jeans. He tried to take down the person closest to him but all it took was a bullet whizzing by your left ear, instantly deafening that ear, and shattering through the window behind your head for him to stop.

The howling wind burst through the broken, jagged hole to swirl snow around the room. The cold caught in your lungs, mixing with your panic, to make it difficult to breathe. You gasped for air, eyes watering, as you stared helplessly back at Joel. The look of anguish you found staring back at you was enough to break your heart. He knew you had been right. He knew he should have listened. They couldn’t trust these people. He knew.

But it was too late.

It took two men to pin his arms up against the back wall as if they were about to crucify him. His ragged, angry breaths filled the room to meld together with the howling wind.

“Don’t hurt her,” he panted out with a hiss of pain. “Don’t hurt her. Me. Hurt me. Not her.”

It was hard to hear him. You reached your hand up to cup over your left ear where the bullet had shot past. You could feel the stickiness of blood leaking from your burst eardrum. Subtly, you tilted your right ear towards him so you could better understand what they were saying.

Abby had leaned down in front of him. She was breathing nearly as heavily as he was. Fury etched into her every crease and a burning hatred scalded Joel in her sights.

“Joel Miller,” she whispered. Not asking. Not confirming. A statement.

“Who are you?” He shot back.

“Guess.”

Your eyes slipped close with dread. You knew Joel had no idea who this woman was. Joel’s past was filled with all colors of evil. She could have been anyone. It didn’t matter who she was or what Joel had done to her. Everything he’s ever done to survive, every horror, every act of ruthless murder would be flashing before his eyes right this very moment. He could pick any one out at random and it would be enough for someone to want revenge. He didn’t care who she was. She had her reasons and she was probably right for wanting his life. His past was bound to catch up to him eventually. He was just sad you had to be here to bear witness to his end.

The resignation you saw settle slowly onto his face was enough to push the tears stifled in your eyes down your cheeks.

“Why don’t you say whatever speech you got rehearsed and get this over with,” he spat out at her with a scowl. “I’m the one you want. Neither of them ever did anything to you. They’re innocent and deserve to live. Kill me and be done with it.”

“No!” You cried, begging them for his life. “No! Please. Please. I need him. Please. Don’t do this.”

Joel turned to your cries and gave you a half hearted smile. If they killed him, the one they were clearly looking for, then there was a chance that you could go free. If there was a chance to save you, he would take it. Always.

Abby took notice of the look on his face when he stared back at you. She turned between the two of you and a dark smile grew across her face. She stood up, walking from Joel over to you.

The move was all it took for Joel’s panic to immediately kick in, “Wait, stop! Leave her out of this! I’m the one you want!”

Abby grabbed a fistful of your hair and jerked your head back to expose your neck. She leered back at Joel, “Do you love her?”

He tried to lunge forward to reach them but was held back by the men. The blood loss from his leg was making him weak. You could see the color paling from his face. His eyes were turning bloodshot.

“Leave her alone!” He shouted, his voice coming out like a pained roar. “She didn’t do anything to you!”

Abby tossed your head back and walked over to the bag of golf clubs at your side. You watched her browse through each one before pulling out the one she wanted. She held it up to the light from the broken window to admire the view.

“I said,” she whispered, the sound deadly. “Do you love her?”

A scream of rage ripped out from Joel’s throat, “Yes! Fuckin’ dammit, yes! I love her!”

A look of sorrow flashed across Abby’s face like she wasn’t entirely sure this was the plan she originally wanted to go through with. She down at you with regret, “Then I’m sorry to do this. It’s not your fault. But revenge is revenge. An eye for eye, if you will.”

You swallowed, eyes widening as you stared at the end of the golf club, realizing exactly what was about to happen but being useless to stop it.

You were not going to leave this cabin alive.

“Joel Miller killed someone I loved,” she sighed. “I am going to kill someone he loves.”

“No!” Joel screamed. From behind Abby, you could see him thrashing violently against the men. He caught one of their hands in his mouth and bit down as hard as he could, mauling his head to the side with a jerk, as the sound of snapping bones echoed through the freezing air. The man shouted in pain as his finger was nearly ripped straight from his hand thanks to the death grip Joel had with his teeth.

Another gun shot rang out to silence everyone. This time it flew over Joel’s head and the bullet lodged into the back wall.

“Enough!” Abby shouted. “Hold him down, dammit.”

“Then hurry up and get this over with!” The man standing at your shoulder yelled back. “Before he bites off more of Jordan’s fucking fingers.”

The sound of your cracking skull was all you could hear as the club came straight down to make perfect contact with the top of your head. You hadn’t even seen her lift it over her to strike. You had been too busy trying to keep Joel in your sights.

You slumped forward, falling onto your knees and holding yourself up with your arms.

“Joel,” You mumbled through the delirium setting in. Your brain was rattled. Hot blood washed away your blurring vision until all you could see was red. “Joel…stay…me…with me…stay…”

Wack.

Crunch.

Wack.

Splash.

Your breath strained in heaving, gasping wails as your brain function rapidly declined. Blood showered down around you, seemingly falling from the sky like rain drops on a dreary evening. It reminded you of the way rain clings to the leaves to roll down their waxy surface and drip in warm drops down onto your forehead. A pleasant, familiar feeling. If you looked skywards, you wouldn’t see a ceiling, but a forest canopy of wet, green leaves.

Your arms shook under your weight to hold you up and pushed you back into a kneeling position. Your body swayed on unsteady legs, unable to focus on any one particular part of the room. The socket of your eye had been shattered. Your eye bulged in your head and hung loosely out of your skull.

You remembered the first time you found Joel. Over a decade ago. Smuggling supplies back and forth into the Boston quarantine zone. He had hated you. Thought you were annoying and never shut up. You’d pester him with a million questions, desperate to learn all his survival techniques. Somehow he never managed to shake you from his gasp. At some point along the way, you had weaseled your way into his hardened exterior and made a home inside his heart. He could complain all he wanted. He enjoyed your company.

Crack.

Your body gave out. You slumped onto your side.

From this position you could make out the hazy vision of Joel through your one working eye. There were tears streaming down his face. You’d never really seen him cry before. Not like this. His mouth hung open in a scream but you could no longer hear what was being said. You didn’t need to hear to know he was wailing out in agony for you. This was the kind of torture being inflicted on him that was meant to destroy his soul. This was worse than his own death. This was going to break him.

Oh, Joel.

He was on his stomach, arm outstretched, desperately trying to reach you.

You remembered the late nights of sitting around a campfire, with a cup of stale, weak coffee shared between you two, out in the woods. Joel always hated campfires at night. They were dangerous, easy to be seen, but you had convinced him to give it a try just this once. Just long enough to heat up your coffee. The coffee had tasted watery and bitter but his lips tasted sweet and soft. The risk of the fire was worth watching the way the warm orange glow danced across his skin.

Your fingers twitched out to reach for him.

If only you could touch him.

One last time.

You stretched your arm as far as you could.

Crack.

You were reaching blindly. Both your eyes are gone now. No sounds. No sights. No pain. Only Joel.

In the darkness, you reached for him.

His calloused tipped fingers brushed across your bloody hand. He was only close enough for your fingertips to reach but they laced together the best you were able.

A smile flashed onto your dying lips.

Crack.

You didn’t need to see him to know him.

His face exploded behind your blinded vision to greet you in the dark. Always sweaty and covered in dirt. Salt and peppered hair. Eyebrows tugged low in a permanent frown. The slope of his strong nose. Pouted lips peeking out from under his unkempt beard. The frown lines etched into his forehead that would soften whenever he caught sight of you. The warmth of his arms wrapped tightly around your body to keep you safe from the chilly nights.

His quiet whispers of “I love you” spoke into your ear when he thought you were sleeping.

He hardly ever said those words out loud to you when you were awake but he never had to. You could see his love through his every action.

Even now.

His last act of love he could ever give you was to fight against his restraints and reach far enough for his fingers to graze yours. So you knew you weren’t alone. So he could keep as safe as he was physically able to.

So he could touch you one last time.

I love you, Joel Miller.

Crack.

This was fun a little side step away from my usual beloved Andrew Garfield muse. I don't think I'll write for Joel much in the future. Not because I don't adore him but because I just write for a different fandom and struggle to do both at the same time. But I enjoyed a little peek into some Joel angst for my Sunday afternoon.

#the last of us #joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller fic #joel miller one shot #the last of us spoilers #the last of us fic #joel miller angst #joel miller fanfic #tlou #joel tlou

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myslvtwritings · 8 months

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Hey, hope you’re doing well!<3 :)

I love your headcanons on the uppermoon demons!! (I start doing laps around my room and cartwheeling every time you post🛐) I have a request on the upper moons x their female s/o during her time of the month (esp when she has very bad period cramps 🥲 like literally feels like you’re getting stabbed in the lower abdomen, back pain, nausea etc.,etc.)

You can write either mainly SFW hcs or mix it up with NSFW hcs, I don’t mind, just happy to get the request written tbh😭

(Also, if you don’t feel comfortable writing for such a topic, that’s okay! :) thank you for taking the time to read my request though! Hope you have a good day/night!<3)

TYSM🫶🫶 i’ll definitely be doing this! (and fyi yes i am completely writing for this kind of thing! it’s completely normal!)

➤ Uppermoons taking care of you on your time of the month

➤ Headcanons (not proof read)

Uppermoons x F!reader (modern AU)

Including: Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza + Hantengu Clones!

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warnings: mostly sfw but with some semi-nsfw

Muzan Kibutsuji

He l literally just arrives home to find you curled up on the bed. You look like you’re in agony and immediately he presumes someone hurt you.

That’s all until you tell him that your body is just experiencing horrendous cramps due to being on your period.

Muzan isn’t a dumbass so he’s familiar with what a period is.

So he obviously isn’t repulsed by you or anything!

You don’t even have to tell him fully because he caught the whiff of your blood prior. Which is another reason he thought someone hurt you at first.

As we know, not the best at giving affection but he’ll take care of you (if you’re lucky)

But whenever you’re on your period you receive sooo much affection from him and it always catches you off guard because you never EVER witness him like this.

Muzan lowkey loves how clingy you get as well. Feeds off it when you rely on him. It’s his confidence boost.

Cuddles with you (on occasion) and will give you free massages without you having to ask.

Isn’t the most vocal but he will whisper words of affirmation in your ear. It sends chills down your spine whenever he does.

You don’t even have to tell him where your cramps are because he immediately knows and takes care of it for you!

Is unexpectedly good at holding back his hunger for your blood. Muzan Isn’t too fond of your blood in the first place because he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way. (surprisingly. considering he’s the demon king n all)

Kokushibo

Then again, like Muzan he assumes you’re hurt until you inform him that you’re just having agonizing cramps.

Kokushibo absolutely despises witnessing you in any form of pain so without saying a word you’re quickly embraced by him.

Will take care of you all day and all night until you’re finally off your period.

Has to fight back the urge to taste your blood💀

If you have to postpone sexy times then he is understanding! As long as you’re comfortable. He’s happy just taking care of you like this.

Is a bit shocked by how needy you become though.

It’s sorta cute in his six eyes how humans get like this.

he’ll also love love LOVE how you’ll rely on him.. (but ofc he doesn’t express it)

Being overly vocal isn’t his nature but he’ll do his best to comfort you with his words as well if you’re in extreme pain.

Gently massages your cramps, buys you a heating pad and everything or he’ll even bathe you. Bro is such a gentleman tbh<33

I’m conclusion, he is always prepared. He’ll happily buy you a bunch of sweets if you have a habit of earthy candy while you’re on your cycle. Always prepared with pads too.

Douma

Douma isn’t really too fond of how lazy you become whenever you’re on your period!

You’re usually up and about so what’s changed?

At first he doesn’t notice until he smells the faint scent of fresh blood.

It’s embarrassing really because at first you didn’t tell him. But Douma isn’t an idiot so he immediately knows and teases you when you confess you were too shy to tell him.

Douma absolutely adores taking care of you and he literally is on his knees for you no matter what so anything you need he can definitely provide it! He’s obsessed with giving. He’s almost too giving.

I feel like he would just naturally have sweets in his house so he’ll just give them all to you.

Will bathe you and cook for you and gives you very intimate massages.

Tells you how you smell extra good whenever you’re on your period.

You punched him in the stomach for that.

Buttttt.. if you’re the one to not wanna engage in sexual acts when you’re on your cycle he will throw a fit if you have to postpone sexy times with him. i

He wants to taste you badly. Especially when you’re bleeding from there yk (he’s so downbad it’s unreal)

On the other end, he’s still satisfied though because you become way more clingy! Usually, he’s the one who’s clingy, so it’s like the roles are reversed.

Douma also finds it amusing whenever you’re withering in pain because of your cramps. He gets off by how extra vulnerable you get. (He’s such a sadist, i swear)

Douma lends you extra cuddles but you proceed to complain about how cold he is. You want to be warm and comfortable and be just isn’t helping with us naturally cold body temperature.

Throws a tantrum if you don’t wanna cuddle. Will beg you until you say yes. He doesn’t care and thinks you’ll feel better if you let him hold you (He is fucking delusional and doesn’t understand that he’s only making it worst)

Akaza

You know him, you love him.

You bet your ass this man is gonna be head over heels for you and treat you like his queen no matter what.

Akaza immediately knows what’s up when he comes across you lying on the couch clearly in pain.

Carries you to the bedroom and gives you a heating pad and just lies down next to you while stroking your hair. Telling you about his day because he knows his words comfort you!

You don’t even have to tell him because he knows what makes you feel better when you’re on your time of the month!

Buys you all the necessities you need! He naturally just knows by heart what to get.

Even buys you the correct pads/tampons too, gets you your favorite candy as well, or anything else you like!

Suchhhhh a fucking gentleman!!

The two of you share lots of fluffy moments together!

Whenever you’re experiencing extreme nausea he will make you something healthy to eat and lend you a cold drink. Will deadass spoon feed you all romantically

He’s super overprotective and loves to take care of you. ALWAYS.

We know Akaza doesn’t eat women so he’s easily able to fight back the urge to taste your blood. He couldn’t care less about that.

Is super understanding and accepting of you don’t want to engage in sexual acts while you’re on your period. He would much rather take care of you! But if you did want to have sex he wouldn’t complain.

Akaza probably wouldn’t be into eating you out while you’re on your period because as we know he doesn’t eat women.

Hantengu Clones

Sekido

You’d probably expect him to be mad but he actually isn’t which is a huge surprise.

He is only mad at the fact you’re in pain.

Only anger is his nature but he’ll drop it for once in order to care for you.

Not the best at it, imma admit.

If he needs to buy you pads he’ll probably get lost in the store. It takes him like an hour to find the correct ones for you because all this feminine stuff is confusing on his end.

But surprise, surprise, he returns back with everything you need despite him taking awhile.

Complains to you about it afterwards and how infuriating it was to find pad/tampons for you.

He’s being over dramatic so you just laugh it off and thank him.

Well, at least you’re happy so that’s good enough.

Doesn’t really like cuddling but if it’ll help you he’ll do it for your sake.

Karaku

Another amazing care taker.

Cooks for you, gives you baths, buys whatever feminine products you require even tho he gets a lil confused..

But at the same time he gets really fucking aroused.

Doesn’t care if you’re bleeding, that makes it even better.

But if you aren’t the type to wanna fuck he’ll understand. But he’s bummed out about it though.

Lots and lots of cuddles for you!

Teases you when you’re in pain (then again, sadist)

But afterwards he’ll feel a tad-bit guilty and just cuddle you until you fall asleep in his arms.

Karaku is surprisingly warm so you don’t need a heating pad when he literally already is one.

Aizetsu

“Are you okay, love?” Aizetsu notices you’re in extreme agony and becomes worried as his eyes laid on your fetal position in bed.

Cue caretaker Aizetsu!!

Seeing you in such pain makes him so upset and even more depressed than before.

Is immediately doing EVERYTHING for you.

Even if this affection causes him to grow exhausted If it means the pain will go away for you then he’ll do it in a heartbeat!

Would never tease you either:( that’s so mean.

Bro gets a little flustered sometimes whenever he has to buy those feminine products for you.

He isn’t experienced with taking care of someone while on their period because he isn’t too sure on what exactly to do.

But as soon as you tell him what to do he’s doing it all in a heartbeat! Is surprisingly a fast learner so he goes into the habit of taking care of you without you having to ask anymore whenever you’re on that time of the month.

He even knows before you know when you’re on your period because he can smell your blood.

Urogi

Right off the bat asks why he smells blood.

You just tell him you’re on your time of the month and then he laughs and just cuddles you.

Is absolute SHIT when it comes to taking care of you though.

He can’t really give you massages because of his talons..

But you get a lot of cuddles though which is a relief!

Buys you painkillers or heating pads.

Goes into he feminine product section of the store and takes a picture of it and asks “What size pussy you wear, mamas?”

You hate him sometimes.

Instead of what you actually need which is the correct tampons and pads he comes back with marshmallows

MARSHMALLOWS

And because you’re more fired up when you’re on your time of the month you literally almost kill him.

He’s sleeping on the couch tonight.

AHHH! i’m so so so sorry for not posting! i’ve been trying to find a new job and life has been a pain in the ass. But i started this last night and was finally able to finish! I hope you like it. My requests are still open so i’m still taking them! It just might take me awhile to finish them.

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