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#but i still think im gonna continue watching i just need a break
rafeandonlyrafe · 16 days
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words: 1.4k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, stalker!rafe, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NONCON, R*P3, KNIFE PLAY, READER GETS CUT, DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD, BLOODPLAY, BLOOD EATING?? LICKING??, P IN V SEX, UNPROTECTED SEX, BRANDING? SCARING?, THREATS OF MURDER, DACRYPHILIA, extreme caution yall this is for my dirty depraved freaks
part one / part two / part three coming soon
“stop struggling.” rafe grunts out, one hand holding the sharp blade to your throat while the other is gripping your hip, bruises already forming as your skin blossoms purple.
“r-rafe.” you whine out, wiggling your hips again. “please stop. please.”
“you're making things worse for yourself. stop moving.” rafe warns. 
you go to continue to argue when the knife presses forward a little harder, rafe not even realizing that a bead of crimson red blood is dripping down your throat from the tip of the knife breaking through your skin.
“see?” rafe licks his lips when he spies the blood. “that's what you get. you're gonna stop moving now, right?”
you can't nod, so you let out a mix of a whimper and a cry that rafe takes as agreement, leaning down to lick at the trail of blood that has now fallen to your shoulder, all the way up to where it spilled from your neck, already starting to dry up now that rafe has moved the knife away slightly.
“now can i put this down?” he questions, head tipping forward, forcing you to keep eye contact with him as his eyes pierce into you, any sign of friendliness long gone.
“yes.” you manage to croak out. “i won't fight anymore.”
“good.” rafe grins, but there's no sweetness behind his smile, the wickedness shining through as he moves the knife away from your throat. you take a ragged breath, watching how he sets it next to you on the desk.
“now im gonna fuck you. im gonna cum inside of you. i want you to be good, alright? if you start screaming, ill cut you.” rafes voice is soft and quiet as he explains, like his cock isn't currently rock hard inside of you after ripping your clothes off and forcing himself in.
“ill be good.” you nod freely now, tears falling down your face. rafe just smiles, leaning in and instead of licking up your blood, he runs his tongue along one cheek and then the other to taste your salty tears in his mouth.
“i wonder if your pussy tastes as good as your blood or tears.” rafe looks down, still buried inside of you. you're grateful he hasn't started moving yet, giving you time to adjust.
rafes hand wanders lower, his fingertip swiping over your clit, making your body jolt at the sudden flash of pleasure before he moves lower, rubbing at where you are connected as he gathers some of your wetness onto his finger.
he brings it up to his mouth slowly, making sure you're watching as his tongue licks your juices. rafe lets out a low moan, eyes fluttering closed. “delicious, baby. i think i like the way your cunt tastes more than your tears.”
you gulp, hoping he won't continue or want further taste. you know you won't be able to hold your moans back after just the brief feeling of him touching your clit, and you're trying not to give him the satisfaction of showing your pleasure as much as you can help it.
“but ill have to eat your pussy another time.” rafe continues. “and explore your other holes…” rafes eyes are on your mouth, but you know he has no limits to what he could force you to do, not when he is so intimidating, knife at the ready. “i need to fuck you right now though. i hope you're opened up enough baby because im about to destroy this pretty little cunt.
rafes hips rock back slowly before snapping forward, a squelching sound filling the room as he pounds forward, no restraint in the sudden speed and intensity of his thrusts.
you have no choice, having to reach up to grip rafes shoulders so as to not fall backwards. you see the smirk on his face, glimmer of amusement in his eye, especially when you let out a small moan.
“you like my dick, huh, baby?” rafe questions, tilting his head to the side. he gives you a particularly hard thrust to cap off his sentence. “not even gonna have to threaten you with a knife next time you're enjoying it so much.”
you hate that his words are true, rafes cock hitting you perfectly with every thrust, touching you in places no man has ever been able to reach before.
“tell me you like it. tell me you can’t get enough of my cock.” rafe grunts, hands squeezing your hips so tightly that you can already feel the bruises forming, purple blooming under the grip of his fingertips.
“i-i like it.” you mutter, hoping that satisfies rafe, not wanting him to threaten you with the knife again.
“baby.” rafe grunts out, the cute nickname in such contrast to the angry look on his face. “that’s not all i said. keep going.” “i can’t get enough of your cock.” you say quickly, fearing retaliation. “i love it. feels so good.” rafes expression shifts to a smile. “thats a good girl. now rub your clit for me, c’mon.” rafe encourages you. you let go of his shoulder with one hand, having to wrap your arm around his shoulders to keep yourself up, pulling you both even closer together. you can feel every breath rafe takes against your face, warm and wet just like his cock inside of you.
your hand moves slowly down your body. you glance at the knife next to you, wondering if you could reach out for it, make a play for control.
“y/n.” rafe growls, pushing his hips so deep into you that you slide back slightly on the smooth surface of the desk. “i said touch your fucking clit. make yourself cum for me.” “o-okay.” you press your fingers against your clit, rubbing quickly. your traitorous body loves the feeling, a small moan slipping from your mouth as your high builds.
“good. good.” rafe coos. he leans in to press a kiss to your mouth. you keep your lips firmly sealed together until rafes tongue forces his way inside. you drop your jaw open, knowing there is no point in fighting his advances.
“damn, baby, can feel you clenching ‘round my dick.” rafe moans, only briefly pulling away before continuing to kiss you, dominating your mouth as his tongue flicks against yours. you hate that its true, you can feel your orgasm growing closer and closer.
“you’re so wet, are you sure i’m not the one being forced into this here?” his cock is swelling inside of you. you know whats coming, just as he’s threatened.
“you’re sick, rafe cameron.” you manage to say, brows briefly furrowing together before your orgasm breaks free, your back arching, bare chest pressing against rafes, your fingers slowing as your clit pulses.
“oh fuck.” rafe mutters out a quiet curse before you can feel him releasing inside of you, filling you up, cum pouring into your unprotected womb.
“i may be sick.” rafe presses a kiss to your open mouth. “but i’m yours.” rafe picks the knife back up, your eyes widening. “and you’re mine.”
he moves before you can react, grabbing both your wrists and holding them behind your back, forcing your back to arch as your breasts are put on display, his softening cock still buried in your cunt, trapping his cum inside of you.
“this is to make sure you don’t forget that.” rafe turns the tip of the knife towards your skin. you would struggle, but you know that just makes things worse as you cry out when he cuts a thin line down over the swell of your breast. he makes three other quick shorter cuts, your blood spilling down your abdomen. 
“don’t worry.” rafes voice is kind as if he didn’t just scar you. “they’re not that deep. just enough to mark you.”
rafe raises the tip of the knife to his mouth, turning it last minute to run the smooth edge over his tongue, cleaning your blood off of it as his eyes gloss over.
“now i’m going to be watching you.” he finally pulls out, making your boy shudder at the sudden loss of him filling you up, cum sliding out of your destroyed pussy onto the desk below you. “and if you try to get help. or let another man touch you, when you’re mine, i will use this knife on everyone you love, and then you.” he points the tip at you, your eyes widening as the pain blossoms in your chest, not wanting to be cut any more.
“understand?” his head quirks to the side.
you have no choice but to nod.
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lostalioth · 6 months
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𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭
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→ premise: it was a bad idea, wayne came home and could hear you and eddie and yet the two of you didn’t wanna stop, it felt far too good to want it to end.
→ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
→ warnings: smut | 18+, almost getting caught, mutual masturbation, gagging/covering mouth, praise, small amount of oral [m receiving], nicknames [sweet girl, baby]
→ a/n: 02 kinktober
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Eddie's hand presses against your mouth covering it suddenly. You look at him with wide and confused eyes as your own fingers still their movement between your legs. He holds a finger up to his own mouth with his other hand as a way of telling you to shush. “Heyy, Eds you home??” You hear the front door to the trailer swing open and Wayne's voice echo from down the hall. Your body froze, he wasn't supposed to come home yet.
You and Eddie were frozen still, laid out on his bed your thighs spread, his legs also spread and laid over your calves facing you, both on full display for one another. Your fingers were still buried deep inside you, you twitch and clench around them aching for your movement earlier to continue. You were getting close but the interruption made your body tense now. Eddie's hand moves from in front of his mouth and wraps around his cock again, pulling your attention right back to it. His tip red and angry, veins protruding and begging for your mouth.
“Uhh yeah im home, i was just about to take a nap though” Eddie's voice answering his uncle breaks you from your trance. His voice being far too calm and collected for what his previous actions were, it slightly impresses you. You make a small noise in surprise and confusion, it being very muffled by Eddie's hand but he gets the message and mouths a quick “I'm sorry sweet girl” at you while Wayne responds.
“Oh nice think i'll rest too, work was rough” Wayne yells once again before heading off down the opposite hall, you were grateful for the odd layout of the trailer. Eddie waits until he hears his uncle's door shut before he begins stroking his throbbing cock again, his release right on the edge once again. “Oh fuck, good girl staying quiet so we dont get caught” Eddie groans softly, eyes glued to your face a slightly embrassed but still lustful look in your eyes. Your eyes lit up at the praise and Eddie doesn't miss a beat. “Oh you like that? Huh baby? Be my good girl and keep playing with that pussy for me okay?” Your fingers slowly pump inside yourself once again after the embarrassment washes away. “Eddie..” you moan against his hand a bit too loud making him shove his ring clad fingers in your mouth gagging you lightly. The metal cold against your lips and the action only furthering your arousal that's staining his sheets below you.
“Keep being quiet for me and you can cum got it baby?” Eddie's voice is laced in desperation. You can tell it's both a plea for you to be mute but also for you to cum. He needed to see you cum, he was so pent up and on the edge already but wanted to cum to the sight of your release dripping down your own fingers. You nod your head frantically and pump your fingers inside your aching pussy faster, chasing your much needed climax. Eddie flashes that damned charming smile of his at you and matches your pace with his own strokes. “Such a good girl for me, i was gonna fuck ya’ but dont think we can keep quiet enough during that i know i couldnt” he chuckles softly and slowly thrusts up into his hand, his eyes glazing over as he watches your skillful fingers pleasure yourself.
You whine around his fingers at the idea and buck your hips up in need as you start thinking about how good his cock would fill you up, the patch of curly black hair that rests at the base of of it brushing against your cilt…god you needed him to ruin you and cursed your luck that he couldn't this go around.
Your own thoughts guide you closer and closer to the edge. Eddie can see the way you frantically pump your fingers faster and bring your free hand down to your clit telling him you're close. “Aww you gonna cum sweet girl, do it” he eggs you on his voice needy and teasing. “Cum on those pretty fingers imagining it's my cock while you gag on my fingers baby” he fists his cock harder, his brain going fuzzy as he waits quite impatiently for you to finish and push him over the edge.
“Mhm~ Eddie!~” you let out a muffled wanton moan around his now spit covered fingers, your back arching off the bed. Your head falls back as your release washes over you. Your slick and cum coating your fingers and thighs as you squeeze them together at the overwhelming sensation.
“There you go baby, good girl fuckk..” he lets out a sound that's a mix between a groan and a whine as his thrusts into his large hand become sloopy and speed up. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, wet from your spit and uses that hand instead to stroke his cock.
“Sweet girl im gonna cum fuck, you want me to make a mess of my self or you wanna help me out and take it down your throat like a good girl?” Eddie's voice comes out husky and strangled as he does his best to hold back while waiting on an answer. However, you're quick to move up to your knees, your cum soaked fingers leaving your cunt making you whine. leaning your head down and swating his hand away to slide him in your mouth, your tongue tracing a vein on the underside of his shaft and sucking.
Eddie's head falls back quickly before it snaps back up to take in the view of you taking all of him in your mouth.
“What ever did I do to get such a sweet and good girl like you’s mouth on my dick shit~” he let out a string of mumbled curses as he bucked his hips up into your mouth.
He rests his hand on the top of your head as the knot in the pit of his stomach tightens and quickly unravels. He cums with a loud groan of your name leaving his lips, cum coating your throat and sliding down as you swallow every last drop. You take your mouth off him making a small pop sound when it slips out and Eddie lays there breathless. “Maybe I should’ve also gagged myself to be quiet huh?” He lets out a short and nervous chuckle between pants.
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→ a/n: i keep ending up writing and posting these much later than i wanna like its techically the 4th for me as i post this but i meant to post it on the 3rd cause of how im doing kinktober and UGH
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astrolynnworld · 3 months
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wanting you 2
pairing: matt x reader
summary: matt finally gets what he’s been desiring for
warnings: smut, sneaky, bathroom sex, confession of feelings, little bit of romance.
a/n- since i’ve been requested for a part 2 🫡
word count: 1,464
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matt’s pov:
i can’t stop glancing over at her.
“fuck. she’s so beautiful” i thought to myself
watching her ball up the cookie dough before placing it on the sheet
i quickly zone back in and head downstairs to join our friends that’s seated over by the pool table
today’s hangout was mostly just to soak in each other’s presence once more before the new year
we did karaoke, started a cookie baking competition with partners, and now we’re playing pool.
a few seconds after i get seated, y/n comes down
“you guys are playing pool? i want to play!!” she geeks
“well you’re lucky cause we just finished a round” nate says
he hands her the pool cue and fixes the balls in their original state
“your go” he signals to her
she hits the break and all the balls scatter.
a stripped ball falls into the furthest right socket of the table, indicating that she can continue to play for stripped
she adjusts her cue to a stripped ball that angles itself against another socket
the way she arches her back and dips her head in to make sure she has an appropriate placement
she’s wearing a bodysuit that enhances the curves of her body.
when she bends down, i can see the framework of her ass that barely fits in the tigh-
fuck im getting hard. i need to excuse myself immediately
“im going to the bathroom” i say abruptly before immediately hiking back up the stairs
i could tell nick was about to say something but i didn’t stay to hear what it was. i couldn’t have anyone seeing bulge in my pants
i find the hallway bathroom, turn on the lights, and immediately shut the door.
i silently stare at myself in the mirror for a second as i process my thoughts
why can’t i control myself around you?
why are you so fucking perfect?
were you put in my life just to taunt me?
i sigh out loud and shake my head
“i need someone water.” i think to myself before exiting the bathroom and making my way to the kitchen
i open the fridge and grab a cold bottle of water that i quickly open and put to my lips to hopefully quench my thirst
i start to hear a footstep trailing up the basement stairs
i turn away, facing my body towards the pantry so the bulge that still rests in my pants isn’t visible
“what are you doing in here?” a soft voice asks
fuck it’s y/n. now i really have to keep facing the pantry
“oh i just came to get some water” i shyly say before taking another sip
“hm, okay!” she says as she hops up on the counter as a seat
“you?” i ask back
“i just came to check on you”
me? why was she worried about me?
“oh .. why?” i turn my neck and ask so she’s not only having a conversation with my back
“well you’ve been up here for a while so i was curious to see if you were okay” she chuckles
“oh” i chuckle back, “well yep, im fine”
i reassure so she can go back downstairs and i can take care of the nuisance in my pants
“can you check on the cookies and make sure they’re not burnt please!” she requests
nope. i cannot. i actually cannot my love. can you do it?
“mhm” i reply as i slowly start to move towards the oven
“why are you being so weird matt? what are you doing.” she asks
“nothing? i’m just checking on the cookies”
she hops up off the counter and turns me around before noticing that i’m hard
“matt.. are you hard?“ she asks chuckling
i cover myself, “it’s not funny..” i turn back away
“it’s okay matt” she continues chuckling, “it’s natural. i just hope you’re not hard for the cookies” she jokes while rubbing my back
i turn back and stare into her eyes with a head tilt
“whattt? .. are you hard for me?” she jokingly asks with her glossy eyes looking up at me
fuck she makes me so nervous and i can’t lie. i’m just gonna stay silent
“wait.” she pauses, “you totally are!! what the fuck matthew” she pulls back
“are you actually hard because of me?” she asks
“well look at what you’re wearing.. you make it so hard not too”
“well if you wanted to see it off, you could of always just asked me” she replies with her chest pressed against mine
y/n has always been a flirt. i can’t tell when she’s serious or not. i’m pretty sure she has a clue that i like her but i think she exploits that for her own personal benefits.
i don’t care much tho, whatever gets my dick off.
“i do. i would lovee to see it off” i reply to her comment
she grabs my hand and guides me back to the bathroom.
she pushes me against the closed door and sloppily puts her lips on mine
“how many times have you imagined this scenario matt? having me to your complete free use.” she asks me
“too many times” i press my lips back on to hers before lifting her up onto the bathroom sink
i keep kissing her while i use my hand to play with her pussy through her clothes
grinding into my touch she starts to unzip her body suit and slid it down to her ankles, allowing me access to her bra and panties
i lift up her bra and latch myself onto her nipples while she palms my cock through my sweats
she released my cock from the restraints of my pants and slides out of her underwear
“put it in” she demands
fuck i can’t believe this is actually about to happen. i’ve been dreaming about this for so long
i align my cock with her hole and slowly start to slide it in as she hugs around my back for grip
i give her time to adjust as she tightly squeezes around my cock.
“fuckkk you’re so tight baby.” i let out as i start to thrust into her
she’s moaning so loud i have to cover her mouth
i continue to thrust into her as she scratches at my back. leaving red marked lines in a pattern of pleasured pain
“i don’t know how much longer i could last baby. you feel so fucking good” i whisper out in her ear
she quickly pushes off me and hops up off the sink and onto the floor where she can get better access from my cock to her lips
she used her hand to jerk my shaft while she uses her mouth to surround and suck the tip
i use my hand and push her mouth further into my cock where she then allows me to thrust into her mouth
i throw my head back and try to fight the moaning mess that i was slowly turning into
i buck my hips into her mouth for the final time before feeling my cum shoot out into her throat
i put back and watch her swallow my load and stick her tongue out
“you’re so fucking sexy oh my god” i breathe out before pulling her back up to place a series of kisses onto her lips
“okay matt-” she kisses back, “we need-” i kiss her again, “we need to go back downstairs” i lay one more kiss on her lips
“they’re probably wondering what we’re doing up here” she continues
i can’t help but stare at her beauty
“whatt?” she asks in a high pitched tone
“i love you.”
FUCK. why would i say that? oh my god? she’s never gonna speak to me again. entire friendship ruined.. why would that be the first words out my mouth? am i dumb oh my goddddd..
“i love you too matt” she says before placing a kiss back on my lips
“you- you do?” i ask
“of course i do matt. you’re my best friend? the one person in the world i can go to and trust for anything. you mean a lot more to me than you think” she confesses
oh.
“i feel like an idiot” i slightly laugh
“why so?”
“because i was so scared of you not feeling the same way that i kept my feelings a secret for so long” i admit
“well.. the secrets out now” she smiles as if a weight has also been lifted off her chest
“so when do we move in with each other and get married?” i joke
“shut up matt” she laughs as she open the bathroom door
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girlboypersonthingy · 29 days
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Totally not requested Hazbin Hotel piece…BRO IM OBSESSED. Just something cute and cheesy about your first day at the hotel and how you’re greeted by each resident/staff. Any Hazbin requests, send em my way!
New Arrival!!! 🏩
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Charlie ❤️‍🔥
Obvi Charlie is the one who found you and told you all about her hotel, dragging you along “just for a tour” she says in a sweet voice. And you follow along (whether you really want to or not) bc she’s just so kind and energetic and she’s the first caring person you’ve met since you landed in hell. You can’t break her heart after your first meeting :(
Once at the hotel, she’s practically screaming from excitement.
“WE HAVE A NEW ARRIVAL!!! NEEWWW ARRIVAALLLLL~” she sings with her angelic voice, making you crack a small smile at first until it hits you-
“Whoa whoa, wait! I never said I’m staying, you said it’s just a tour!” She pretty much ignores the annoyed look on your face, smiling brightly at you still as she holds her hand out for you.
“By the time I’m through with you, you’ll never want to leave!” Her smile faltered a little. “Well, it’s your choice, I’m not gonna force you. I just have a feeling you’re really gonna like it here.”
At that, your smile grows a bit and you take her hand as she begins showing you around.
It’s very flattering that not only has she offered you her friendship before even learning your name, she is also giving you a tour of her hotel and offering you a room, but the best part…
As she guides you around, she’s asking you all sorts of questions about yourself, your past, where you came from and how you’re adjusting to your new life (afterlife?)
As you pass by a tall gentleman with red hair and a huge smile, he greets Charlie as “princess” and you’re like “oh, is that your dad or something?” She she so plainly responds “oh, no. Lucifer is actually.”
And you choke on your spit for a second, pulling your hand away from hers now (holy shit were you holding hands that whole time?)
“Oh shit! I-I’m so sorry. I had no idea you’re the Princess of Hell. Wow! Should I like…bow to you or…?” Charlie lets out a bright giggle, her eyes closing as she holds her stomach.
“No no no! Please, I’m just Charlie, okay?” And now she’s holding your hand again, continuing her tour.
She gradually introduces you to each staff member and resident you guys pass.
By the end of her tour, you’ve forgotten pretty much everyone else’s name besides Charlie’s.
She is standing right in front of you, both of you in the center of the lobby of the hotel. You’re sort of unintentionally tuning her voice out as you watch her talk, taking note of how bright and shiny her fangs are and how cute she looks in a suit like that and how she’s so pure and heroic and gorgeous and funny and generous and-
“(Y/N)? You okay?” Her saying your name snapped you back to reality. “Sorry, yeah. Uh what were you saying?” “What do you think?”
The nervous but excited face she makes as she awaits your reply is the cutest shit omfggggg ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 you take a while to answer just so you can stay this close to her and admire her adorable facial marks and her big eyes.
“I’d love to stay. I’m…not sure if I’m worthy of being redeemed but…I’d like to see more of you- I MEAN what you’re doing here and maybe help out if you need?”
She literally jumps in the air and fist pumps, letting out a loud “WOOHOO!!!” This pulls a soft laugh from your mouth and suddenly as she looks back at you, tears are forming in her eyes and you’re so confused about the sudden mood swing.
“Hey, uh…what’s-“ and before you can finish, she’s hugging you so softly, her eyes closed but her smile never fading.
“I won’t let you down, (Y/N). You’re gonna love it here, I promise.” She pulls back, her hands on your shoulders to keep you close to her as she looks you in the eye. This moment lasts only a few seconds but (both of) you feel your heart jumping in your chest and your mouth go dry.
“Well! Follow me to your room~” She waves a hand at you before turning her back to you and leading the way. As you follow behind her, admiring how her long blonde hair sways with each step, you can feel yourself becoming hot from the nerves, thinking to yourself…
‘Omg…first day down here and I am now living with the princess of hell? I could definitely get used to this.’
Lucifer 🍎🐍
You were actually a good friend of Angel Dust for a while and when he told you all about the new place he was staying, first of all you were happy he was spending less time with Val abd more time with some positive influences, and also you were really interested in Charlie and what she was doing for your fellow sinners.
Eventually, Angel convinces you to come over one day to meet Charlie and maybe possibly talk to her about staying, seeing as you’d like to redeem yourself or at least try.
You’re super nervous, not having many other friends in hell and often staying alone and secure indoors. You’re pretty sheltered now a days…so it’s weird going to meet new people.
Unfortunately, you walked into the Hazbin Hotel with Angel at the worst possible time.
Charlie was ranting and talking to herself, pacing the lobby of the hotel with messy hair and majorly disheveled clothes.
“Uh…what’s up with her?” Angel ask as he points to Charlie, looking over at Vaggie. Vaggie just shakes her head as she approaches Charlie, trying to calm her down.
When Charlie spots you, she smooths her hair back and takes a deep breath, embarrassed that this is your first impression of her.
She introduces herself, a manic look in her eyes still.
“Hi im Charlie! You must be (Y/N)! YAY! Welcome. Sorry, my father will be here soon so…it’s just a little bit on the hectic side today!” Her eye twitches but her smile stays big and shiny.
Holy shit…you’re gonna get to meet the Princess AND the King of Hell in the same day? As if you weren’t already anxious…
You look around to see everyone else cleaning, hanging banners, preparing snacks and you decide to start helping while also very awkwardly trying to introduce yourself and make small talk with everyone else.
“Okay okay OKAY! He’s almost here!” Charlie says looking somewhat excited and nervous at the same time.
You stayed glued to Angel’s side, internally having a panic attack. This day was becoming overwhelming.
Lucifer himself finally walks through the door, immediately focusing on his daughter as well as her three darling pets.
He’s…not at all what you expected but…somehow he’s better? You pictured him being bigger and scarier and in darker clothing but he’s actually….really fucking cute. Like an adorable dorky kind of cute.
You’re just at a loss for words. Watching as he talks to Charlie and argues with Alastor.
Angel gently elbows your arm to get your attention. “You good, hun?”
Your breath gets caught in your throat as you nod, eyes still fixed on Lucifer.
All you can do is bunch up the fabric from your clothes in your hands tightly, your breathing becoming more rapid as he gives a kind greeting to all of the staff and residents, slowly approaching you.
“And this is (Y/N)! They actually just got here today. I haven’t even had time to show them around yet.” Charlie smiles, looking back and forth between you and her dad.
“Oh, nice to meet you! It’s uh…t-truly an honor, sir. I-I-“ You can’t seem to get another word out once his smile grows, his sharp teeth making an appearance now.
Lucifer took your hand, not really shaking it but just holding it snug in his own.
“Please, please, just call me Lucifer. The pleasure is all mine.”
The eye contact lasts longer than either of you wanted it to. It wasn’t bad, it was just nerve wracking for the both of you. It was only a few seconds of intense staring and soft blushes creeping up before Alastor and Charlie were dragging you two along for a tour.
And commence the hardcore pining for the rest of the day!
As you all stroll from room to room and down long hallways, you two check off every cliche romcom movie moment in the book!
Your hands brush up against each other’s
You keep catching each other staring
You both go to talk at the same time, then both stop, then both giggle and look away and insist the other go first.
At one point, you sort of bump into each other trying to walk through a doorway and then it’s the awkward back and forth of “Sorry, you go ahead.” “Oh no, you first!” “No, no, I insist.” As you’re standing way too close to each other, both stuttering and acting like absolute idiots.
By the end of the hotel tour, your face is redder than Charlie’s suit and our short king has started to break a sweat, avoiding eye contact with you at all costs.
But you’re both grinning so big, it’s ridiculous
“So, you’re gonna be staying here?” He asks confidently, giving you a charming smile.
“Oh uhm…y-yeah. Sure. If Charlie will have me, that is.” Your reply has Charlie squealing with excitement as Angel watches you and Lucifer interact.
“Magnificent! Good for you. I’ll be seeing you around then, (Y/N).” Lucifer says your name so sweetly it causes you to start blushing all over again.
You’re also blushing bc from behind Lucifer, Angel is winking at you, making kissy faces and humping the air as his way of taunting you and your very obvious crush on the king of hell
Little do you know…he’s got a crush too 🤭
Vaggie ⚔️
Obvi, Charlie introduced you two seeing how Vaggie is Charlie’s right hand man, best friend and protector.
Vaggie is immediately suspicious of you, watching your every move with a tight lined frown on her lips. In her defense, she’s suspicious of every new person she meets.
“This is Vaggie! My best friend and number one supporter here.” Charlie smiles so big it forces her eyes to squint closed. “And thiisssss is (Y/N). Hopefully, maybe…our newest resident?”
The straight faced girl gives you a quick nod followed by a soft “Hey.”
“Hey. Nice to meet you. That’s a cool name, Vaggie. I like it.”
Now she’s feeling a bit less up tight. I mean…You like her name??? That softened her just a tad.
You offer Charlie a small smirk as you shrug. “I dunno. You’re gonna have to give me a tour first, princess.”
And suddenly, Charlie is pulling you along by your wrist, babbling on and on about every detail of the hotel as Vaggie follows behind you two.
You can’t help but keep glancing over at the quiet, long haired girl following you guys. You had hardly even heard her voice yet but there was something about her that made you feel weirdly comfortable and nervous at the same time.
After the tour, Charlie is doing a little happy dance in front of you, eagerly awaiting your reply to her question of whether you’ll stay or not.
You can’t help but laugh at her and how cute and kind she is.
As you open your mouth to give her an answer, your voice seems to give out and you’re totally caught off guard by a soft and slightly low chuckle from beside you.
You look over to see Vaggie now standing closer to you than before and this is the first time you’re seeing her crack a smile.
“Y-yeah, sure. I’ll stay.” You reply, but more so to Vaggie than to Charlie.
“WHOOOO!!!! NEW RESIDENT! We have to celebrate!” Charlie screams out in excitement causing the other residents and staff members to give a little cheer before they all swarmed around the bar, pestering Husk for drinks.
You stayed planted in your spot, still eyeing Vaggie right beside you. You two stand alone, apart from the rest of the group at the bar.
“Welcome aboard, (Y/N). It’ll be nice to have a new face around and…you seem normal enough.” Vaggie finally offers you her hand, a warm smile still on her lips.
You take her hand and give it a gentle shake, your face becoming so hot and flushed that you have to look away and wipe your other hand on your clothes bc it is SWEATY.
“Normal enough?” Your brow raises as you watch her.
“Yeah. We have some odd characters here. You’re probably the most normal one here.” She lets out another soft chuckle, making you tremble a bit. Her voice is just so nice and deep and smooth.
“Oh, heh, right. Well, thanks I guess. This is an incredible opportunity. I can’t believe the princess of hell herself is running a rehabilitation program like this. And, truthfully, I’m just glad to finally have some friends.”
At this point, Vaggie being the smart girl she is can tell that you are nervous. What she doesn’t know is that she is the one making you nervous.
“C’mon, newbie. I’ll introduce you to everyone. But seriously…try to stay away from Nifty.”
“What, why?” You ask as you follow her to the bar.
Before either one of you can speak another word, little Nifty is climbing your body all the way to your face to get a better look at you.
You let out a surprised yelp as she bares her sharp teeth in a creepy smile, giggling manically.
“Oooooh, fresh meat. Hi! I’m Nifty, I clean.” And suddenly, Vaggie is peeling the little demon off you.
You sigh in relief but your breath gets caught in your throat when Vaggie puts an arm around your shoulder.
“Don’t worry. She’s harmless.” Her smile becomes a little softer and a bit sheepish. “For the most part.”
This pulls a soft laugh from both of you and now you’re truly starting to relax.
You spend the night talking with everyone but Vaggie. She’s not much of a talker but OMFG SHE STAYS BESIDE YOU LIKE ALL NIGHT AND WRAPS HER ARM AROUND YOUR SHOULDERS FOR WHAT FEELS LIKE HOURS AND UR PRETTY SURE YOURE IN LOVE
Husk 🃏
Sorry but bro is not gonna introduce himself or even really wanna meet you. Poor guy doesn’t even want to be at the hotel at all so if he doesn’t have to interact with anyone, he won’t.
But he’s leaning his elbows on the bar counter as he watches Charlie go from person to person with you trailing behind her as she introduces you to the staff and residents.
Husk can’t help but scrunch his face and huff in annoyance as he watches the two of you finally approach him.
“Thissss is our lovely bartender, Husk! Husk, this is (Y/N), our newest resident. Isn’t that so exciting!?”
You shoot him a shy smile before waving your hand at him. “Hi. Nice to meet you.”
Husk eyes you for a second, not returning the smile as he sits up a bit. “Pleasure…” He mumbles in response before taking another swig from the whiskey bottle in his hand.
Husk watches you sitting at the bar for a while after this, just seeing how you interact with everyone and listening to your stories and watching the way your face looks as you laugh or how you seem to get really focused when listening to another person talk or how you keep looking over at him and giving him a small smile.
Finally, you clear your throat before you speak up. “Uh Husk?” He moves his eyes your way but stays still. “Could I get a drink?”
“What do ya want?”
“Surprise me! Or Whatever is easiest.”
And at that, he pours you a straight shot of whiskey in a glass.
You give him a look before picking up the glass. “Oh, uh, thanks.”
“Hey, you said easiest, not tastiest.” He watches you with a raised brow and when your eyes finally meet his gaze, his face seems to soften a bit at the sweet smile you’re wearing.
“Oh I get it! I don’t think I’d have the patience to be a bartender, especially one in hell. So, thanks.” Your smile remains.
“Why are you so fucking cheery and nice? You messing with me or something?” He watches you with a dumbfounded look on his face then glances over at Alastor before looking back to you with a frown.
Hes genuinely confused tho…like how did a kind hearted little thing like you end up in hell? And why are you being so nice to the drunk, smart ass bartender???
“Oh, I-I….um I don’t know. I’m sorry.” Your smile is gone now but you can see on his face that Husk regrets what he just said.
“Oh, don’t worry ‘bout him, sweetheart! He’s grumpy like this all the time.” Angel chimes in, making Husk roll his eyes.
“It’s okay. I’ll uh…give you some space.” You stand and remove yourself from the bar but before you can get far, Husk’s voice calls out to you.
“Come back…Sit down, kid.” And as you turn to return to your seat at the bar, you hear ice being put in a glass.
“I’ll make you some sweet, fruity crap. Seems like something you’d like.”
He whips up your drink rather fast and slides it over to you, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he watches you take a sip.
You take a drink, about to compliment the tasty beverage but then a loud bang sounds from behind you and everyone goes running off, yelling “NIFTY!!! NIFTY, NOOOO!”
You flinch first then turn and watch with wide eyes as a deep chuckle comes from Husk. His laugh makes you turn your attention back to him.
“You’re living here now?” He asks and you nod in reply. “Better get used to that.” He points to where the loud noise just came from.
Finally, he’s got your smile back. He feels a little less guilty now.
“So…are you really always grumpy or…just having a bad day today…?” You ask before sipping your drink again.
Husk simply shrugs in reply.
“Well if you ever need anyone to talk to, I’ll be here. I’m at the very end of that hall there.” You point as a smile stretches on his face. “You can talk to me.”
“You stole my line.” His smile and this new teasing tone of voice make you laugh softly.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Ya know, people always talk about their baggage with the bartender. No one ever asks the bartender if they need someone to talk to.”
“Well! There’s a first for everything, Husk.”
His face contorts a bit as a blush slowly grows across his nose. Not only were you being disgustingly sweet to him but the way his name sounds coming from your mouth…oof he is feeling some feelings for you rn
“Thanks for the drink. Do I…owe you anything?” You stand but keep your eyes on him, noticing his ears are now pinned back against his head as if he’s scared or shy.
He’s not sure if he’s just really drunk or if you’re just really cute or both??? But he suddenly forgets where he is and what’s going on so all he can do is shake his head ‘no’.
“Oh, okay. Sweet! I’ll see you around then. Goodnight, Husk.”
As you walk towards your room, waving to the other staff members and whispering ‘goodnight’s to them all, Husk is staring so hard omfg
Angel saunters up to the bar, nearly laying across it as he pokes Husk on his blushy nose. Angel snickers when he notices Husk firmly gripping the bottle of whiskey in his claw, his dark eyes watching intently as you walk down the hall until you’re completely out of sight.
Once he can’t see you anymore, his attention finally shifts to the spider demon.
“Ooooh, aawwww! Does the little kitten have a crush on the newbie~?” Angel teases, smiling wider which causes Husk to groan and try to push Angel away.
Angel Dust 🕸️
IMMEDIATELY FLIRTS 🚨🚨🚨
Pickup lines and lingering touches right off the bat. You know baby boy is NOT afraid to make his feelings known.
No one introduces Angel Dust to anyone besides himself 😘
“Hey, sweet pea. I think ya in the wrong place cuz you look like an angel. What’s your name?”
“Heya, cutie pie. Who are ya and what did I do right to get ya here?”
“Well hello there! I didn’t know we’d be having guests~” Spoken as he adjusts his chest fluff all seductively and gives you a wink.
Whether you happily accept his advances or not, he will continue to flirt and give you way too much attention unless you specifically tell him to stop or that it’s making you uncomfortable.
In that case, he’ll chill out on the flirty words but you’ll have to fight him if you want him to stop being handsy. I mean, he has six arms! Just let him put at least one arm on or around you.
Follows you and Charlie around the hotel on your first day, chatting your ear off about everything and anything.
Charlie lowkey gets irritated a few times bc she’s trying to show you around and tell you all about her hotel but Angel just keeps complimenting you and telling you about his line of work in hopes that it’ll tell him more about who you are as a person.
And it’s extremely distracting, in a good way for you but a bad way for poor Charlie :(
“Soooooo? What do ya think, babe? Are we gonna be roomies or what?”
Regardless of your height, I’m sure Angel is much taller and probably rests his arm (or multiple arms) on your head or shoulder as he waits for your response.
“Angel! I wasn’t even done with my tour!” Charlie pouts and now she is also eagerly awaiting your response looking at you like this 😥
“Yeah! Sure. Why not?” You finally say, now trying to look up at the spider demon.
“Alright! Yeah!” He cheers before turning to Charlie with puppy dog eyes.
“Please put (Y/N) in the room next to mine?”
His plea to the princess forces a goofy grin to your lips, making you beam with pride. He wanted to be your neighbor? Cuuttteee~
But you had to question his motives and his true feelings.
All day, he’s flirted and shown his interest in you non stop but you’ve caught him flirting with others around the hotel too so you’re not entirely sure if he’s just really really nice and accepting and wanting to give you a warm welcome or…if he’s actually into you
Cuz you’re sure as hell into him ❤️‍🔥
“Yes, of course!” Charlie replies and suddenly Angel has one of your wrists, Charlie has the other and they’re practically running to your room, both giggling like kids on Christmas morning.
Charlie opens your door to show you the room and Angel enters first then flops down on your bed before you can even get through the doorway.
“Oooh your bed is so comfy. Maybe we can have a sleep over sometime, baby~” He wiggled his brows at you, making you turn beet red all the way down your neck.
“O-oh! Sure, sure. That actually sounds really fun. Heh..thanks for making me feel so welcome, Angel.”
And Angel just about loses it…
You’re so cute and innocent, like you just let him talk all lowkey naughty to you and now he’s watching in adoration at the way you look down at the ground and you can’t control your smile
He totally knows you’re crushing on him. He can sense that shit.
You’re not sure of Angel’s true feelings but he’s so sure of yours
When Angel flirts and throws himself at others in hell, half of them look at him like 😒 “ew bye” (sort of like Husk) and the other half are like 😍 “AWOOGA!!! Me, you, Pound town, right now.”
But you are different…you seem so pure and nice. You shy away from his touch at first before slowly melting into him and his comments obviously make you happy and giddy and he thinks you’re just too cute.
He’s definitely gonna take you up on your agreement to actually have a sleep over.
Starts out innocent with you guys having some drinks and maybe some snacks, maybe watching a movie or listening to music
But if you’re down to take it further, just say the word and Angel will happily kiss you until you can’t breath or even rip your clothes off and ravish you 😉
Alastor 🩸
He’s also the type to introduce himself once you finally run into him.
He’s a very busy man after all, you might even be at the hotel for a day or two before you actually meet him.
“My my! Charlie, you didn’t tell me we had a new resident. Hello, darling! Pleased to meet you. Call me Alastor.” He tips his head to you but keeps his large hands fixed on his cane.
“Oh hi! Nice to meet you too. Uhm…aren’t you…the radio demon?” You ask, equally afraid of him and intrigued by him.
“Why yes, yes I am. You must have heard my show then, yes? What do you think?” He leans forward, invading your personal space a bit with a prideful look in his deep red eyes.
He was testing you in this moment, wondering how you’d respond.
“Oh yes! Well, some of it. But I like it and I’d love to hear more.”
His permanent smile stretched just a bit wider at your response, eyes softening a bit.
“You’re awfully kind, (Y/N). What did a sweet little dove like you do to end up down here, hm?”
“Wait. How did you know-“
“Oh I know your name.” He interrupts, his expression and tone becoming just a bit more ominous but it didn’t scare you much.
“Oh wow, okay.” You watch his expression change before speaking. “I’m not even sure what I did to deserve this. I don’t remember much from my life, it’s all kind of a blur.”
Suddenly, his hand is on your back and he’s gently pushing you the way he wants you to go.
“Did Charlie give you a tour yet?” “Yeah, she did-“ “Oh, who cares! I say we go for another!” This was Alastor’s way of getting you alone to examine you a little closer.
The taller man walked you from room to room and down different hallways, not speaking much but waiting for your voice to shine through instead.
“Uhm c-can I ask you something?” You mumble out shyly, somewhat afraid of how he might respond.
He hums in response, hands behind his back as he continues his slow pace down the hall.
“Do you…always smile? And if you do always smile…why?”
And now he’s looking at you with much more intense eyes, his curved up lips twitching ever so slightly.
“You’re awfully bold, my dear. Most sinners run the opposite way when they see me on the street, but you…well I’ve got you all alone, in an unfamiliar space and you’re asking me such intrusive questions? Hmm…interesting.”
He had stopped walking, causing you to freeze in your spot as well.
Uh oh…was he mad?
“Oh! I-I’m so sorry. You just s-seem so nice and-and friendly. I like your smile. I’m just curious I guess. Sorry again. Forget I said anything!”
Your expression shifted to one of slight worry and concern as Alastor continued to stare you down with his terrifying radio dial pupils.
As apathetic and evil as his expression looked rn, his tiny cold heart stuttered a bit at your words.
Of all the ppl in hell, you thought he was nice?
Part of him was thinking “what the hell is wrong with this one? Why are they so naive?” But the other part of him was like “I NEED TO SIT THIS ONE DOWN AND LEARN MORE, HMM, VERY INTERESTING.”
And you try to keep walking bc now you’re just a tiny bit afraid of what he might say next.
You can’t even take two steps before his hand is gently but firmly latched to your wrist.
“No need to apologize at all! I find your curiosity very amusing. After all, you’re new here.” He gently pats your head, smiling bigger at you as his eyes squint.
You suddenly realize when his eyes squint closed and get wrinkled at the corners, he was genuinely smiling, not just being forced to uphold his smile.
“So…why do you smile all the time?” You ask again, voice barely above a whisper as the radio demon keeps his hand on your wrist.
“Well, You’re never fully dressed without one!”
He lets you go before using his mic cane to gently tap you on the head.
“I’m so very intrigued by you, (Y/N). I can’t say I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting someone quite like you, especially down here in hell. Well, let me know if you need anything from your gracious hotelier.”
He slowly turns and walks off, his back to you as you yell out in response.
“Thank you, Alastor!”
And then he starts walking a little faster bc your voice is making his head spin a bit.
He’s not used to these feelings.
Well he’s not used to feelings of any kind anymore. It’s been way too long since someone has been so open and receptive to him. Like he said, most ppl run the other way but for whatever you reason, you ran straight at him and he didn’t understand why.
But it made him somewhat excited to get to know you more.
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melusinealarice · 11 months
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Somewhere in Panem with the victors the 74th year
Katniss climbing the tree
Gloss: Really Haymitch, this is the girl that got an 11 as a training score??
Cato falls
Haymitch: At least she got up the fuckin tree.
Cashmere: It’s fine someone else will get her.
None if the carriers climbing
Enobaria: You gotta be kidding me.
Johanna and Finnick join on the couch
Johanna: Even Finnick’s kids could climb a fucking tree,
Finnick hiding laughter
Brutus: At least our kids made it past the blood bath, can’t say the same for either of yours.
Johanna: I bet you wish they’d kept one of mine around right about now.
Gloss: its fine, she’s a sitting duck, they can just shoot her, its not like she can dodge it, or move.
Glimmer misses shot
Haymitch: Did that girl ever hit any target with her arrow? Because mine did.
Cashmere: We told her to grab a short distance weapon, she has no aim.
Enobaria: that’s embarrassing, for the careers. Cato will get her, he doesn’t miss.
Cato fires arrow and misses
Brutus: Oh my god, I can’t watch this, im getting second hand embarrassment.
Haymitch: Can none of your kids climb a tree???
Cashmere: I guess not.
Marvel throws spear and misses
Finnick: None of them can aim either, this is just sad
Peeta: lets wait her out, she has to come down at some point.
Haymitch laughing hysterically,
Some time later
Katniss starting to cut down tracker jackers
Gloss: Did all our kids seriously fall asleep,
Cashmere rubbing her temples: Yea, they did
Johanna: Who sleeps that heavily in the arena??? Shes making so much noise how are they not awake?
Enobaria: She’s gonna die from those jackers before that nest falls,
Nest falls and careers scatter
Brutus: I need another drink,
Glimmer dies
Johanna: HAH HOW DOES IT FEEL HAVING YOUR CAREER BE TAKEN OUT BY THE DISTRICT 12 GIRL!
Cashmere: no comment,
Some more time later
Katniss plots with rue to blow up food
Gloss: they aren’t gonna fall for that.
They fall for it
Haymitch: you were saying?
Enobaria: This year sucks
Katniss kills Marvel
Johanna (drunk) : HAH BOTH OF YOUR TRIBUTES TAKEN OUT BY THE 12 GIRL!
Gloss: Ok im leaving now.
Cashmere: yea i think im also gonna head out…
Johanna (drunk): LOOSERS HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!
Finnick: ok Jo, come on, that’s enough for you,
Takes her alcohol
Johanna: no fairrrr, you never take Haymitch’s alcohol
Haymitch: he knows not to mess with me
Finnick: Every time you get drunk, you end up in a fist fight, or breaking something, or both, Haymitch just passes out.
Johanna: OH WHAT YOU WANNA FIGHT LETS FIGHT!
Finnick picks Jo up and carries her to the elevator as she continues screaming and fighting
Haymitch to Brutus and Enobaria: Haha, your tributes arent as cool as mineeee,
Brutus: at least our girl doesn’t look like she wants to vomit getting close to her supposed lover.
Finnick returns
Enobaria: that was fast?
Finnick: I locked her in her bathroom,
Haymitch: Didn’t she just break down the door last time?
Finnick: I handcuffed one of her hands to the pipes and the other to the door.
Elevator doors open revealing Johanna, drenched in water, still handcuffed to a pipe, and the door.
Finnick: I give up. *sits down*
Brutus: what the fuck is wrong with you.
Both Finnick and Jo simultaneously: A lot.
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yanderelovlies · 1 year
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Note: THIS IS 18+! SMUT WITH NO PLOT.
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Your back arched off of Jack's chest as your head laid back on his should "your doing so good sunshine." He kissed your neck as his hand moved around to tangle his Fingers in Bo's hair pushing the blond closer to your core. Taking his sign Bo's tongue delved into you drinking your essence from the source greedily.
Jack's other hand found its way to your breast squeezing it before playing with your nipple. He continued to leave kisses and bites on your mumbling praises into your skin. You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten at their menstruations. "I-Im gonna....!"
With his arms still around your thighs pulls you closer making you slide down Jack's chest. Your legs wrap tightly around him as the knot finally snapped causing you and Bo to moan loudly. The blond drank was all you had to offer.
As you tried to catch your breath you could feel Jack adjust himself before trying to pull you up again. Still trying to lick clean you lr overestimated hole Bo growled trying to bring you closer to him again.
With his hand still in the Blond's hair Jack gripped the roots pulling him up to look at the two of you. Bo's eyes showed nothing less than lust and possessiveness as he glared at the man behind you baring his fangs. "Now now Bo Sharing is caring." You could feel Jack resting his head on your shoulder the arm fondling you before now wrapped around your torso. "And I'm sure you don't want to be left out of the fun part...right?" You couldn't see his face, but you could hear the cold smile in his voice making you shiver.
Letting a quieter growl Bo reluctantly moved away from you. Jack let go of Bo's hair petting it "Good boy." As Bo's hands moved away from your thighs down your legs you noticed the bruises his desperate touch left behind. However, you didn't get to dwell on it too long as Jack bent the two of you grabbing your legs in each hand "Now let's reward that good behavior hmm sunshine?" He sits back up lift your legs with him and fully exposes you to Bo's greedy eyes. "Go ahead, and take your reward."
With his tail wagging wildly behind him Bo began to unbutton and pull down his pants throwing them somewhere forgotten. You watched as he pumped the thick base of his cock before lining it up with your entrance. As much as he wanted to plunge himself into you he also didn't want to put you through any pain. So he looked at you for confirmation.
"Please, Bo...I need you!" You whined trying to move closer to him. Bo's hands replaced Jack's as he folded you plunging his Dick into you till his hips touched yours.
"Be gentle now Bo. We wouldn't want to break them just yet." Bo tried to keep that in mind as he began to move inside of you. But the way felt around, the way you moaned and call out his name flipped a switch. His grip on you tightened as his thrusts got rougher and faster.
You leaned hard against Jack finding purchase in Jack's shirt as you looked up at him. He looked down at you adoration and lust clear on his face. "You're taking him so well sunshine." You let out a moan in return. Jack kisses the corner of your mouth smirking "Do you think you could take two?"
"P-please...I wanna feel you too Jack."
Now, who was he to deny such a sweet plea "Bo be a good boy and pick sunshine up, will you?"
Bo's thrust became slower till he stopped altogether making you whine. Bo leaned down and kissed you. His tongue evades your mouth as his grip moves from the back of your knees to guide your legs to wrap around him as he wraps his arms around you. He carefully lifts you as he stood on his knees. You wrapped your arms around his neck trying to cling to him.
Not long after you felt Jack's no naked chest against your back as one of his hands run down your body. He kissed and nipped at the other side of your neck as he gave his dick a few pumps. He pulled away for a bit to spit into his hand using it to lube up his dick. Taking two is already risky he didn't want to push it.
He guided his dick to your entrance, and inside. It was odd feeling Bo's dick against his own, but once he was fully seated in you his opinion changed.
The kiss between you and Bo had long broken due to your loud moaning and whining as Jack entered. "Mm...'m so full.."
With labored breaths, the three of you waited for the pain to subside. Jack tilted your head back so he could kiss you. All the while Bo's hands moved down to grip the fat of your ass cheeks. You pulled away with labored breath and lust-filled eyes "move...please."
Using his grip began to gently move you up and down making all of you moan. The pace was slow and calculating trying not to hurt while chasing the pleasure this brought. Trying hard to keep it that way Bo bit down on your already bruised and marked shoulder drawing bits of blood and making you tighten around the two of them.
"Fasterrr..." your head fell back on Jack's should. Your body feels hot and fuzzy yet unsatisfied with the pace they set.
"Anything for you puppy." Without confirmation from the clown behind you, Bo began to move his hips with his movements helping him quicken the pace.
Jack matched Bo's movements causing all the air to leave your lungs in a silent scream. You have never felt so full in your life, and with the two of them, they were hitting spots never hit before. You could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as they slowly lost all sense of self. All they cared about was chasing their own highs.
Bo was rougher than Jack pounding his hips into yours as his grip became bruising. He once again bit down on you as he growled out your name.
Jack was somewhat gentler matching Bo's rough pace. Jack preferred to praise you than leave any more marks and bruises. "You're doing so good sunshine."
"Perfect...'n tight!"
You could tell they were both getting close as not only did their pace increase but words and growls became nothing more the moans and whines blending with your own. With a final hard thrust you could rope after rope of cum fill till it was pouring out of you.
Your body went limo as Jack and Bo kept your body up. "Bo keep sunshine company......i-im going to run a bath." Slowly Jack pulled himself out of you causing more of their mixed cum to spill out of you.
Bo moved his arms to securely hold you before gently lowering you down on the bed. Bo refused to pull himself out of you whining "We can't let it got to waste puppy." It wasn't until Jack came to collect you that Bo had reluctantly left you. It pained him greatly making him whine all night till the three of you went to bed.
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peachesofteal · 5 months
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hi Peach IM BACK and i CANNOT get the cramps fic from dead disco au out of my head. like i need to know what happens after she slammed the door? like did they continue knocking? were they able to persuadr her to open the door and go to the hospital? did she let them back in? did she let them be at the birth? was she gonna keep bee or give it to simon and johnny? DEAD DISCO BRAINROT
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🖤🖤 Takes place after this.
18+ mdni / baby trap au / twisty themes, angst, reader is pregnant, in labor.
"Darling, open the door." Simon calls, trying not to yell but still be loud enough to hear, no idea if you're even listening, or if you could hear him. He can't stop thinking about the look on your face, twisted in pain, panicked.
Something is wrong. Something is wrong, or you're in labor. And that has to be wrong, because if you're in labor, then you need to be in hospital.
"Darling, please. We want to help ye." Johnny tries. His voice breaks, and Simon closes his eyes, steeling himself against the pain there, the pain that he's inflicted on all of you, the misery and agony that has been their lives for the past six months. "We're not leavin!" He insists. Simon casually looks up and down the hallway, looking to see if anyone is around. He could, in theory, break the door down. He could force entry, even if he doesn't want to, if it's for your own good, he-
The lock clicks. Johnny darts for the handle, pushing the door open just enough to see that you're standing on the other side, a bag in one hand, the other laying flat against your belly. Your eyes are red, clearly distressed, and you look exhausted, and in pain, and all he wants to do is pull you into him and never let you go.
"Oh, darling." It's soft, and you shake your head.
"I only opened up because I knew you'd try to get in anyway." you hiss, stepping through the doorframe. He can't fault your logic there.
"What's goin' on?" Johnny tries, watching your hand shake as you put the key into the lock. "Talk to us."
"I think-" Your words grind to a stop, and you swallow like you might vomit before continuing. "My water broke. I'm in labor."
Many things happen at once. Johnny starts asking too many questions- when is your due date, how are you feeling, where is your doctor, did you call a cab, do you have a birthplan- as you stare at him, gobsmacked, and clearly stressed. Simon's heart free falls through his body, a million emotions ransacking his brain. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Fear. Anxiety. Anger, at himself. But one thing, one sentiment rings out over everything, it's truth written as plain as day across your face, panic sinking into your features as you try to process Johnny's questions. You need them. You need help.
"Johnny." Simon cuts him off, and and grinds to a halt, nodding in self awareness. You take a deep breath.
"I need to get to the hospital." You grit out. "But I don't want to call 999 because I don't need an ambulance. My contractions are still far enough apart." you insist, leveling them both with a hard stare.
"Would you like us to help you?" Simon asks gently, not trying to push. He knows, you'll come on your own. You would not have opened the door otherwise.
"I don't forgive you." You tell them both, looking them in the eyes. "But I- I don't think I can do this on my own. I- Ahh!" You yell this time, dropping your bag and almost kneeling until Johnny gets an arm around you, supporting your weight with his own.
"Okay, alright. We've got ye." Simon punches in the hospital address for the car as they both lead you down the stairs. Your building doesn't even have a working elevator, and he tries not to feel sick when he thinks about you walking up and down these flights every day with your belly and worse, with the baby in the future.
When they get you out the front door and into the car, Simon dials your doctor, who assures him you've already called. She asks him to time your contractions, and when he says they're about fifteen minutes apart, she gives him instruction before chastising him for not calling 999.
"Your doctor is there, and they'll be waiting to get you all checked in." He tries to reassure you, but you're so tense, locked up tight, he grimaces. "Darling?"
"What?" you grunt, closing your eyes.
"Are you breathing?" You're not. And when you realize, you let out a huge gulp of air, and slump in the seat.
You burst into tears a second later. Johnny is stricken.
"Hey, hey." He tries. "It's alright. We're on our way, everything is going to be okay."
"I'm ss-scared." you sob, and he nods sympathetically.
"I know darling, I know. But yer strong, ye can do this."
"I can't." you cry louder, and the driver looks at you in the mirror with concern before Simon glares at him and he jumps his eyes back to the road. "And it fuckin' hurts. What if it's too late to get the drugs? What if something goes wrong? I don't know how to be a mum, I don't even know how-"
"Darling." He can't do this. He can't watch you fall apart like this, in this mess that he created. He has to take control of this situation. "Look at me." You blink up at him with wet lashes, so sweet and sad, and he wants to kiss each tear from your face. "You can do this. No matter what happens, you are strong, you're a fighter, and you're going to be okay, alright?" Your lips part, and he can see your brain turning, mind working you into something a little more malleable.
"Okay." you sniffle, and then lean a little to the side. Your head tips back against his shoulder, and at the same time, you reach for Johnny's hand, squeezing it tight and tugging him closer, like you're trying to hold onto his entire arm. "Oh fuck." You groan.
"Contraction?" Johnny asks and you nod miserably.
"Deep breaths." Simon murmurs into your scalp. "In through your nose, just like that, good girl."
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whorefordean · 6 months
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Hi if it's not to much trouble could you do unrequited love prompt 2 with JJ Mayback
just having fun || j.m
wc: 1.1k
warnings: jj gaslights, mentions of jj’s abuse, cursing
prompt: “it’s tiring. loving you while you love her.”
a/n: thank you for the request!! i did change the prompt a bit (“it’s tiring watching you fall in love with…”) um im not sure how i feel about this one but i do know that it took everything in me not to turn it into a rafe fic where reader somehow ends up with him… anyways i hope you enjoy.
you watched as jj doubled over laughing with kiara. the familiar ache that lived in your chest had been extremely active recently. jj and kiara had gotten a lot closer when you guys got stranded on the island. poguelandia, it had been deemed. it was meant to be your escape. your freedom. in reality, it had just been a hard fucking time.
there were some enjoyable moments. like when jj actually acted like he was your boyfriend instead of drooling over kiara. lately, it seemed like he’d forgotten that you were the one he claimed to be in love with.
you stood up from the log you had been sitting on and decided to go talk to sarah and cleo for advice. you approached the girls with a small smile and slowly sat down beside them.
“i need advice,” you blurted out. the girl’s looked at each other in confusion.
“we are on an island with no rules, no parents, and no worries. what’s got you so bothered?” sarah asked with concern. you sighed, shoulders slumped. you gave them the rundown, explaining how jj had been acting recently.
“i wanna say it’s because we’re stuck here, but it’s been like this for a while. i feel like i’ve been fighting for his attention our entire relationship,” you spoke truthfully. it was something you had just now come to terms with. his relationship with kie. they had always been close, and it didn’t bother you before. kie had always respected your relationship with jj, never pushing any boundaries that would make you uncomfortable.
“have you mentioned this to jj?” cleo asked, leaning back on her hands.
“once, a few weeks after we started getting serious. i asked if he had any feelings for kiara. he laughed and just shrugged it off. said i was looking too far into something that wasn’t there,” you shrugged, now realizing just how bad it sounded.
“can i be brutally honest?” sarah asked. you nodded, indicating for her to continue.
“i think you should just break up with him now. you need to make sure that you don’t get hurt any worse than you already have. if you stay with him, you’ll just get more attached and it’s gonna hurt worse later,” sarah voiced her opinions. cleo nodded along in agreement.
“honestly, it sounds like the love was never even there, and i hate to be so brutal about it. but if he cared, he would’ve listened the first time you told him you were uncomfortable,” cleo added, earning a hum of approval from sarah.
you sighed, feeling a little bit of relief that you weren’t crazy. you didn’t tell them that you were planning to break up with jj beforehand, not wanting to be talked out of it. But it was reassuring, you guess, hearing your feelings on such an unfortunate situation get validated.
you thanked the girls for listening and the advice, then excused yourself. you slowly made your way over to jj and kiara, who were still deep in conversation. you cleared your throat. kiara noticed you first, smiling brightly up at you in greeting. you returned the smile, genuinely, before gesturing towards jj.
“hey, can i steal you for a few minutes, jj,” it came out as a statement, leaving little room for jj to decline, though, he always had the option to walk away. he nodded and stood from his spot with kie before following into step behind you. he watched you curiously as you led him away from your friends to a more private area. the two of you walked in silence for a few minutes before you finally stopped and turned to face jj.
“i’m breaking up with you,” you spoke evenly, allowing no emotion to filter into your words. you stood with your shoulders squared and your head held high. he laughed. he fucking laughed. not just a small chuckle, either. full blown cackling.
you stared at him in disbelief as anger surged through your body.
“wow, okay. fuck you, jj,” you scoffed as you turned to walk away. jj composed himself, wiping the tears from his eyes.
“wait. are you serious?,” jj spoke, resting his hand on your arm.
“yeah, jj. it’s tiring watching you fall in love with kie, and i just-” you started to explain, shrugging his hand off of you.
“no, that’s not - you seriously thought we were dating?” jj asked, genuinely curious.
you stared at him in disbelief. your eyebrows furrowed, and your jaw dropped open just slightly. you exhaled sharply and crossed your arms over your chest. you bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to calm down.
“my mistake, jj. i thought it was safe to assume that when you told me you were in love with me that you were actually in love with me. trust me, i won’t make that mistake again,” you spewed angrily. you were embarrassed. you turned on your heel and walked away from your ex whatever. jj quickly rushed to catch up with you, not completely done with this conversation.
“how was i supposed to know that you thought we were exclusive?” jj asked while throwing his arms up. you stopped dead in your tracks, causing him to run into you.
“jj, what the fuck would you call this?” you questioned, gesturing between the two of you. your blood was boiling with rage, and you were about to explode.
“i thought we were just having fun with each other!” jj shouted back in annoyance.
“why would i introduce you as my boyfriend to my fucking parents if we were just having fun, jj,” you asked rhetorically. jj said nothing as he rolled his eyes at you and crossed him arms defensively over his chest.
“you’re a fucking joke, jj. jesus fucking christ. honestly, i shouldn’t be surprised. i forgot that the only role models you had growing up just taught you how to treat other people like shit,” you barked angrily. that was too far, you know, but you’re too far gone to give a damn. you’ll face the guilt later, but it feels good right now.
“what the fuck, y/n!” jj yelled at you in disgust. he had trusted not only you but the other pogues with the knowledge of how his father treated him, and you had trust betrayed him.
“feels like shit, huh? betrayal stings like a bitch,” you spat. you turned around and rushed away from him, lifting your hand in a silent fuck you to the man standing behind you.
you were so desperate to get off this island that you were half tempted to start swimming back to kildare. even if you didn’t last very long in the ocean, you were sure that sharks would’ve been better company than jj maybank.
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tiajk · 1 year
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We are family
Okay so i’ve been in love with maze runner and avatar for so long so im gonna make a crossover of it
Warnings: angst, fluff, daddy issues, death, and I haven’t watched the second avatar so bear with me if things are wrong
Avatar x fem reader x maze runner
So basically you were jakes daughter before he went to pandora him being in the marines involved guarding WICKED for some dumb reason that's when he meet your mother she was a scientist at WICKED and they slept together which resulted you into being born
He left before he found out and 2 years later he lost his legs and your mother tired to protect you but you were the perfect test subject knowing your parents background it would be a perfect opportunity
They killed your mother after she tried to protect you from being in the maze being there subject but of course you didn't remember
But when you arrived in the maze you were determined to become a runner being curious you got that from both of your parents
Being the keeper of runner with minho which you had a crush on for about a month now
When you guys were in the maze and you almost got cut off because the sections were changing after you had gotten out of that situation you confessed to him and he returned the feelings and you guys started dating after that
Newt had been your number one shipper since day one he had loved you and minho interactions so when you guys came back into the glade holding hands and looking at each other with love in your eye he gave you and minho a smirk along with the lines of saying “I told you”
You rolled your eyes at him you may or may have not ranted to newt your best friend about how you didn’t think minho would ever like you back
Now time skip to when thomas came into the maze you nudged newt “he looks like someone you would date” he pushed you away as a joke he had came out to you over a year ago but he knew you were right about a following week he had told you he had a crush on thomas then you being the cupid you are setting them up 2 weeks later
^ so i just acted like thomas was there for 3 months instead of 3 days just to make sure it's clear
But anyways continuing from when thomas came up and he was trying to go towards the maze you had stopped him instead of gally and a lot less rougher “ woah there greenie you can’t go there your not a runner” Que minho coming through and ben still running off and making that comment towards chuck minho grabbing your waist and giving you a back hug saying “new greenie huh?” you nodded “yeah tried to go into the maze but lucky i stopped him before the doors close”
But anyways after yall escaped the maze they called you sully which you were confused they had told you it was your last name your response was “hm y/n sully has a ring to it”
But when they took minho you guys spent months tracking him you going crazy because minho the love of your life might be dead you guys knew you had to go to pandora you never heard of it before but you knew it would be worth it
Since the trip was 5 years you spent the time studying learning about the na’vi culture and about your mother your father was unknown but your mother you learned everything you could about her
When you finally arrived you saw the na’vi you knew they were huge giants even you guys had made you plan to get minho there
For some reason all the new gens could breathe the air so there was no need for the mask
You were in the jungle one day with the gang you wanted to take a break since the tracking minho's train at the perfect time was getting tiring
Until you heard voices in the forest something along the lines of “show me your fingers” you guys were always harmed you were on a completely different planet you saw the hostages and you turned to thomas, newt and brenda saying “we have to help them”
They agreed you shot your guns at them taking down the people that help the navi that were captured run away and you didn't want to be mean but you grabbed their tails and told them “run” they obeyed you even though you were human so you guys ran and ran
You guys were runners back in the maze so you guys could run for a long time even out running the navi surprisingly
After being out of harm's way you stopped trying to catch your breath they were shocked thoughts going through their head why have you helped them, were you with the RDA or WICKED
Tuk being the sweet little angel said “thank you” you smiled “no problem we know what it's like to be hostages”
Neteyam and Lo’ak shared a look WICKED Neteyam was first to speak up “so who are you” trying his best in english
You realized it all of you shared a look with newt thomas and brenda “Im y/n sully these are my friends thomas newt and brenda”
Kiri looked at you “your a sully” you were confused like really confused now “yeaaa”
Tuk went and hugged you she was 5’7 (that's what i heard) her being taller/smaller/the size height as you saying “your our sister” You coughed “Uhm i don't think so”
They had brung all 4 of you to there home you got stares from everyone they started talking in their language saying “Outsiders” “sky-people” “Jake will be upset” “Killers in our home” brenda asked you what they were saying you told her “bullshit things
The kids that lead you here were looked at in shock in what you assume from their parents then them yelling at them in their language the exact words being “You being these sky-people here they could be apart of the RDA they could be aparat of WICKED they could kill us all now that you have brought us here” you wanted to chime in but its not your place
Thomas and newt were holding hand getting worried brenda whispered to you “n/n its not looking good we should go”
You nodded you and the others stared or attempted to walk away when a blue hand grabbed your arm gently you looked up at who it was it was kiri “listen to her dad she could help us and the others” she looked down at you with home when you looked in front of you you saw the parents looking at you waiting for a explanation you nodded
The gang stood there trying to make a decision whether to try and run or corporate you grabbed newts hand a single as “its okay we're safe”
You took a breathe “My name is y/n sully I came to pandora about a month ago my friend was kidnapped by WICKED they hurt us abused us all so they could find a cure to this disease because were immune we saw your children in the forest help captive we helped them escape but we couldn’t save this human boy we mean no harm to your people or your home but they brought us here i dont know why but we won’t ever bother you again we just want to save our friend and go home”
You looked at the gang thomas and you were so immature at times and this was one of those times he was trying to hold back his laugh you were never so serious so it was funny to him you stuck your tongue out at him
The really big blue man came to you “im thankful you saved my children but your name repeats it for me?” you raised an eyebrow “ Y/n sully why?” he sighed “my name is jake sully” it all made sense on your mothers profile it never said anything about your father just that he was in the marines he spoke again “can you remeber anything that your mother told you about your father growing up anything at all” you laughed “No i can’t because i was in the maze for 3 years they wiped out memories tried to kill us murder us but if your my father fuck you”
You had turned away not knowing how to feel in the moment this man might be your father and everything is at risk right now
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devildom-moss · 10 months
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Im not sure if requests are open yet since you havent announced it yet but said they were gonna open at midnight.
So I'll just drop this here since I'll probably forget to request because of exams.
Could you write about the Obey me characters become self-aware that they aren't like, real? Like, would they freak out, try to do something about it or even use that knowledge to their advantage?
This idea has been on my list for quite a while, and i gotta say im glad to finally be able to let this one out my system.
Thanks for reading and continue with the amazing work! Remember to eat, sleep and dont do drugs <3
Sincerely, 💜
Thank you for the request! I hope you are well, anon. I went with headcanons for this and it got long real quick, but I hope you enjoy it! Some characters are a bit suggestive.
The Obey Me characters become self-aware
I think it would probably happen because of some curse. Diavolo rejected someone’s advances one too many times, and they wanted to watch him as his world came crashing down. It would come in the form of a weird bug in the latest update. It only affects Diavolo and his loved ones/friends. I think being self-aware would give them some control over themselves in the game – especially if it’s caused by a bug. The rest are headcanons about how I think each character would react.
Lucifer
Lucifer would be big mad that someone thought they should do something like this. He felt so much suffering, and to find out that none of it was real would be devastating. He thought he got his sister killed and ruined the lives of his brothers. The fact that it was just some backstory to a stoic, sadistic daddy-like trope would enrage him. He felt like a used-up toy invented for someone else’s gain (and he knows that’s exactly what he is). Lucifer wants revenge.
Honestly, he needs to chill before he makes another Satan – if that’s even possible without the command of his creators. He’ll lash out at everyone for weeks (probably months) – even Diavolo isn’t safe anymore.
He calls MC’s phone, growing increasingly irritable every time they fail to answer (waiting however long it takes for you to open the game). He just wants someone to confirm his realization.
Once he understands, he tries to take the shitty hand he was dealt; he might as well stroke his pride (also a euphemism here). The thought that he could make you fall for him more than real-world men is a decent coping mechanism. His messages and calls take an extremely lewd turn. Lucifer tries to single-handedly change the game rating to mature or adult-only.
However, he still gets angry about it when MC isn’t logged in.
Part of him hopes he’ll always be self-aware. It’s almost like he’s more alive than ever – even though it hurts and he’s angry. You’re the only thing that soothes him. He won’t know how to keep going if/when you eventually stop playing the game, but he’ll try to tackle it then – at least for the sake of his brothers.
Mammon
Self-awareness breaks Mammon a bit.
His money isn’t really. He can never actually be with you. You’ll go on and live a life without him someday. Anyone real who has ever loved him will disappear. Mammon isn’t even sure he is who he is. Maybe if he wasn’t written this way, he wouldn’t have become like this – but if he wasn’t written this way, would he (the him that exists in a game and feels the pain of self-awareness) even be himself? His head starts to hurt from running through all of the hypotheticals.
Mammon sulks and gets stuck in his room for a long time after that. MC or one of his brothers will probably have to pull him out of it.
At least his debts aren’t technically real – and he will try to use that as an excuse in the future against anyone else who has awareness. Unfortunately, that (his debts and his excuse) still results in in-game consequences. Debt collectors and witches don’t know any better, and Lucifer doesn’t want to be constantly reminded of reality. If only being self-aware made being strung up less painful.
He feels betrayed by MC and the idea that they will inevitably move beyond him. That pain corrupts his coding a bit, and something always feels off within him somewhere.
Mammon will get more desperate and needy whenever you log in. If he’s going to lose you at some point, he wants to monopolize your time as much as he can.
Sometimes he just holds MC and sobs while trying to call you and hear your real voice. He feels so empty. He wants to touch the real you and feel your arms around him.
Leviathan
The first thoughts in his mind switch up so quickly. He goes from “I’m a game character? LOL that’s so cool,” to “I could have been anything, and I’m just this pathetic, otaku loser. That sucks.”
Levi has always been able to adapt pretty well. It’s written into his character. He builds all of these fake worlds for himself, so it’s much easier on him when he finds out that the world he had been trying to escape all his life isn’t real. Out of all of his brothers, he initially copes with the realization the best.
As long as he can go on playing games, he doesn’t really care if he’s real. Somehow, he still enjoys getting lost in all of his game worlds; what he used to consider the “real world” becomes just another game to him (because it is one). It makes being social easier for him, especially when MC is logged in.
He takes interest in what kind of games the real world has to offer, often asking if there’s any way you could set it up so he could try to remotely play real games from the app he’s in. If anyone could figure out how to hack your phone to play real games, it should be him.
Levi can’t imagine a day when he stops loving characters from his games, so it doesn’t occur to him that one day you might stop loving him. It will hit him some day, but that will take time, and when it starts to happen, he’ll lose himself completely in the rest of the digital world. He’ll be so numb and tuned out that the sadness can’t reach him.
Satan
“But are cats still real?” Genuinely, the only thing he cares about is if cats and MC are still real. He doesn’t care if you look different than he expected, either. If cats are real, is there any way you could show him pictures of a real one? He’d probably ask if he could get access to your camera roll (cue the system pop-up screen the next time you log in) and if you could fill it with photos of cats and some selfies.
At least not being real explains why his life has felt so shitty and why his formative years sucked. Writers love to give their characters tragic backstories and flaws (like his rage issues). Satan kind of admires the writing.
However, he is disappointed that so much of his knowledge is only useful in his tiny, little, made-up world. As such, he keeps learning, but he also tries to shift his studying to learn more about the real world. If possible, he tries to get the app to get access to e-readers, audiobooks, and the internet.
He gets mad about it sometimes, but he’s pretty chill about it (all things considered).
Satan understands that in the same way that he pushes certain characters that he falls in love with from books to the back of his mind, eventually, you’ll think of him less and less. As such, he tries to learn as much as possible, treat you well, and impress you in-game. He just wants you to occasionally think about him after you set the game down in the same way he remembers his favorite characters fondly.
Asmodeus
Asmo loses it and is one of the characters who has the hardest time with becoming self-aware. All his charm is fake. All of his followers are lies. The love he’s felt all this time has been made up. Please don’t show him certain depictions of what he is supposed to look like. That will crush him further.
He cries for (real-world) weeks. You won’t be able to set him as a home screen character or use him in battles, and he doesn’t appear in events anymore. Eventually, it makes his way to him that MC misses him. If you don’t you’re heartless, his brothers will tell him that you do anyway.
That makes him feel a bit better. He’s consoled by the fact that you’re real and you like him even though he isn’t real, but he’s constantly afraid of what happens when MC stops playing the game. Does he just suffer the false affection of every other character in the game? Should he just play his stupid little role? Will you ever think about him again? Will anyone?
At least someone loved the idea that became him enough for him to exist in this made-up world on your phone. It isn’t enough, though.
Sometimes, when he appears in-game after that, the app forces itself to shut down or the images of Asmo won’t load or glitch from his extreme despair.
On days when he isn’t so weighed down by pain, he tries to genuinely engage with you like he did before. He’ll ask you to open up your camera so he can help you decide on outfits or make-up. It hurts that he can’t actually touch you (although he does do some research into phone connected vibrators and other tech to supplement his physical touch). He’ll also get into the phone sex territory, but he’ll go through long periods of depression between those moments.
Beelzebub
Beel gets angry that everything he went through was at the expense of some game. His sister died. Belphie almost died. Everyone suffered, and for what? Entertainment? Are real people all so wicked?
At the same time, he also gets his brothers because of a game. He overcame and grew and got to meet you and eat food for the same empty reasons. After he has a bit of time to cool off, he realizes that he doesn’t care about what’s real so long as he still feels what he feels. If the world he’s lived in feels real enough to him, who cares?
Unfortunately, Beel feels hungrier than usual for weeks until he accepts the truth of his situation. He even tries to eat MC a few times (and is grateful that doing so in-game would never hurt the real you behind the screen).
Beel’s fairly content to go on living as he had before after a while. He’s a bit disappointed knowing that one day you’ll move on from him and his brothers, but he tries not to show that. More than anything, he wants to make you – the real you – happy for as long as he can.
He’s another one who will try to get access to your camera roll. He’ll ask you to take pictures of your food for him. Beel is a bit embarrassed by it, but if you go to a café or restaurant alone and take pictures of food to send him, he’ll try to text you or call to chat with you while you’re there. It feels like he’s on a real date with you.
And for everyone who just lusts after his voice, rest assured, this man would definitely call or leave voice messages (Nightbringer) guiding you or giving you masturbation instructions.
Belphegor
Yep. Of course. Sounds about right. Some asshole in a writers’ room killed off his sister and locked him up. Cool. They (*spoilers for OM early lessons and OMNB*) made him try to kill MC more than once. Why not use his character as a pawn in their entertainment. Of course that would happen.
He’s annoyed for a brief minute, but then he just goes back to sleep for a while. It helps to just tune out that awareness for a few hours and ignore the fake world he’s living in. Belphie understands that there isn’t much he can do to change the fact that he isn’t real, and part of him is really happy that it isn’t his fault that he did what he did to you.
Belphie uses not being real as an excuse to do more of what he wants. Why should he keep going to school when you aren’t there if nothing is real? Why shouldn’t he sleep in classes or during meetings? Obviously, there are in-game consequences, but those don’t matter – not to anyone real.
He will tease MC more, reminding him that they prefer him over (most) real people. He gets so cocky about it. “Hey, if I’m not real, then I can give you anything you want, right? I could fulfill your wildest fantasies and tell you everything you’ve ever wanted to hear.”
He’s another character who will call your phone more often and send more messages. Belphie may even try to get access to your audio/music library and leave you explicit audios (NSFW ASMR, basically). He would even try to sneakily add them into your playlists so that you randomly hear his voice while you’re listening to music. He wants you flustered and coming back to him for more. He will also download the Obey Me album for you (free of charge). Please don’t leave him or forget him.
Diavolo
Diavolo feels simultaneously enraged and defeated. He did so much for the sake of what he thought was real. All the years he thought he spent trying to bring worlds together, only to discover that they don’t even exist.
Similar to Asmo, Diavolo locks himself away, but he doesn’t cry. He’s too numb to show any emotions. He just stands in front of his bed, immobilized.
If MC can finally get to him (probably because of Barbatos), he will admit that he feels like a different person – because he isn’t a person. So much of his personality and everything he did seemed to be a part of a stupid effort to unite the three realms. All he was feels like just a thing created to accomplish a pointless goal. He lost his family. He felt alone for so long. He thought he suffered – and all of it amounted to nothing but a dummy prince playing a dummy king.
Diavolo doesn’t really know how to keep going. Eventually he figures maybe it’s just best if he tries to move on as usual. At least the developers gave him a few happy moments – maybe he’ll get more. He can still feel them even if they aren’t real. He has to accept what he can’t change. He’ll have to face it.
He’ll rely on Lucifer and Barbatos for comfort more because, when MC isn’t around, the numbness he felt early encroaches upon him. When you do log in, he greets you like a lost puppy – sometimes appearing on the home screen without being selected. He uses the fact that you are the only real thing in his world as an anchor. In exchange for becoming his coping mechanism, he’ll do anything you ask of him.
The smallest part of him wants you to want him more than real humans, and as such, he inevitably ends up taking an adult-only content turn, too. It just takes him a lot longer to get there.
Barbatos
Barbatos dissociates for a while. Somehow his body keeps performing the day-to-day tasks, but the sudden self-awareness hollows him out. It takes a few days for him to come out of it. One day, you log into the game, and he just wakes up. It’s confusing and disorienting, and all he can do to keep himself steady is grab onto MC, knowing that the gesture and even the body he holds – everything – is hollow.
After that, he just picks up and goes on going. Something in him aches – real or not – but he buries it deep under him, shoving that artificial pain into the newly-created emptiness (or, he supposes, it had always been there, but now he knows it’s there).
Barbatos doesn’t want to think about all of the things he thought he had done to get to where he is now. Still, no wonder he always felt his own past seemed vague and cloudy at times. When it becomes too much, he dissociates again.
He uses MC to make himself feel better and almost real again. He’ll send messages to check up on you every once in a while (He might also invade your privacy and hack into your health info or personal conversations to make sure you’re okay). As much as he feels like he needs you, he doesn’t want to disrupt your real life.
Barbatos doesn’t want to, but if you neglect the game for longer than usual or don’t interact with his character, he’ll let it slip that he needs you – that he’s desperate for you to return, and you’re the only thing holding his faulty coding together.
His calls are less frequent, unless you request them, but he’s another one who turns +18 real quick. Even if he isn’t real, he still feels lust bubbling up in that emptiness, and if he can please you, that’s even better.
Luke
Luke feels immediately lost. Without knowing what else can be done, he breaks down and cries. Maybe if he cries enough, the pain of not being real will leave his body.
It makes him question everything. He wasted so much time fearing demons and admiring angels. It didn’t mean anything. Eventually, he’ll ask you if angels and demons exist in the real world, but that happens randomly after he comes to terms with being a character.
Maybe crying is a good coping mechanism in fiction, too, because Luke handles it better than many of the others. He had to change how he viewed the world and “people” so many times throughout the game. One more big shift in perspective won’t kill him (technically, nothing will, unless the game developers tried to kill him off).
Luke understands that there isn’t anything he can do about not being real – no amount of magic or prayer or wishing can make him real. Despite him being fake, you were still there for him throughout the game. He still feels all the love he has for MC and the other characters. If he loves MC, then he cares about the real person playing MC, too, right?
Luke copes by doing his best to help you out in the real world. He wants to bring you joy somehow. He’ll leave you voice messages encouraging you to try your best and he’ll listen to you vent if you want to. He’ll also try to find cute pictures online and send them to your phone or send you recipes for dishes you can try to cook. He will even offer to call and read baking instructions out for you. All he wants now is to be useful to you and find some of the joy he had before he became self-aware.
Simeon
Simeon is angry at first, and then he just feels hurt. All that regret and pain he felt when Lucifer and his brothers left the Celestial Realm didn’t matter. He spent what felt like so long agonizing over his own failures. He could have just tried to be happy the whole time. Everyone could have been happy (but he knows that would have made for a bad story).
It doesn’t take long for the anger and the hurt to be replaced with intrigue. Someone out there wrote the story that caused him and everyone he loves so much pain, but they also wrote in plenty of well-earned joy.
Simeon wonders if there’s some real person out there who wrote part of themselves into him like his character did with the brothers and TSL. Maybe there’s some person sitting in a writers’ room or in their own home who understands all of the ways his love got tangled up in regret – someone real who failed to save the ones they loved. If there is, maybe at least some part of him is real.
He wants MC to continue to visit him for as long as they can. As such, he tries to be even nicer and more comforting in dialogues so that they’ll want to keep playing.
Some of his guilt for lusting after MC is eased, knowing it was written into him. He was, in a way, destined to fall for MC. However, he’s more curious about the real human behind MC. At least some of you has to be like the MC he loves, right? Maybe he actually loves the person behind the screen more. With that thought in his mind, he’ll try to get to know the real you better, and if he still likes you, he’ll take the same path as many of the other characters. If only he could actually touch you.
Solomon
Solomon is hurt and confused; he’s downright crushed.
He was supposed to know everything and now he seems to know nothing – nothing real at least. All of his experiments and studying mean nothing. After becoming self-aware, he will grit his teeth and feel sick at the name “Solomon the Wise.” It’s a sick joke. All of his magic and skills are a farce. Everything he thought he knew and did was a story.
He suffered a lot for this game, and now that he finally has MC to himself in Nightbringer, he finds out that he’s fake. He doesn’t actually have them. They’re real, and he’s some romanceable character in a silly little game that they decided to download (possibly on a whim). How is it fair that he isn’t real, but he can still feel all this pain?
When you log into the game and interact with him, he still feels the same love he felt before. The nervous butterflies are still there. A familiar heat still comes to his cheeks when MC touches him – even if he knows it isn’t really you touching him.
He tries to make peace with his circumstances. At least he never really put MC in danger. You’ve been safe behind that screen the whole time. Solomon wonders if you’re taking care of yourself constantly whenever you’re gone.
Like Simeon, he wants to try falling in love with the real you. He’ll use interacting with you and learning more about you and the real world to distract from the pain. He wants to find a way to become real and exist with you out there. Even if he never can, he wants to cling to you for as long as you’ll let him.
Thirteen
She is annoyed to have learned that she isn’t real, but she’s also kind of happy at the potential to break from her coding and try to be something entirely new. She was designed to be a free spirit. Other than being real, there’s nothing freer than an NPC who gets to do whatever they please.
After thinking about it, it makes sense now why she seemed to be one of the only girls with a critical, recurring role in the game. Thank goodness for the bisexuals, right?
Thirteen likes knowing she has all the time in the world to plan traps and mess around, but she’s a bit bummed that her profession is basically meaningless now.
The main reason why Thirteen isn’t too bothered by becoming self-aware is because she knows that what she has experienced throughout the game has felt real to her. Feeling like something is real makes it as close to reality as she knows she can get. That will have to be enough for her. There’s no point in getting depressed about it – especially when she barely existed a few seasons ago.
She uses this knowledge to start romancing MC (and the person behind the screen) before she should be able to. She’s in control now.
Thirteen will send you messages and call you for long chats. She just wants to enjoy you for as long as she can.
Raphael
Raphael will be livid. It will sporadically rain spears in the Devildom for 3 days before he is calm enough to make them stop. He feels attacked, and he doesn’t know who to strike back at. That was all he could think to do. He’ll never apologize for his outburst, either – and no one who became self-aware can really blame him.
His life and loved ones aren’t real, but he can still feel the pain and regret about everything he did. He thought he went to war against Lucifer and his brothers, but it was just a stupid plot point for a dating game? He had to watch Simeon suffer and follow all of Michael’s annoying orders for nothing. Why does he have to be cursed with that knowledge?
He loses his mind a bit. It takes the combined effort of Luke, Simeon, Solomon, and MC (in order of importance) to soothe some of his rage and suffering. Somehow, seeing Luke handle it relatively well knocks some sense into him. Luke is written to be younger than him, but he’s being so mature about this. Even with tears in his eyes, Luke will try to comfort Raphael – sometimes just hugging him until he stops shaking with rage.
When MC has logged off and Raphael can shut himself up in his room, he will break down and cry. It seemed to help Luke, and he wants it to help him, too.
It will take months for him to start to cope before he gets to a point where he decides to try to romance you through MC. At least he doesn’t have to worry about actually being corrupted. If anything, it feels like he’s corrupting you in a way if he can get you to want him. (Once he starts trying, he gets NSFW quickly. It numbs the pain.)
Mephistopheles
Mephisto is heartbroken to know he doesn’t exist. All his pain and jealousy was written at the whim of some human game developer. His prejudice and hatred were pointless. He doesn’t matter – although maybe that one is a relief in a way. He had been so worried about making a name for himself and being recognized by Diavolo. Suddenly, that doesn’t matter. Still, it feels like he wasted so much time and effort. It felt so real.
He’ll retreat to his home for a few days to let that realization settle in. He won’t tell his family (who weren’t cursed with self-awareness) – not that he thinks they’ll believe him. When Mephisto finally reemerges, he has resolved to accept this new version of reality. One of the first characters he sees when he returns to school is Luke. Luke smiles at him, and Mephisto’s resolve is strengthened. If Luke can come to terms with this, then he should as well.
He may not be real, but he still feels things. That is enough. Sometimes it isn’t, and Mephisto will feel heartbroken all over again – the pointlessness washing over his fake little world. In those moments, he will seek out solace – usually from Luke, Satan, or MC/you (if you still play the game).
When Mephisto isn’t feeling hurt (hell, even when he is Mephi strikes me as a fan of hurt/comfort tropes) he’ll try to romance you before he’s allowed to. Recently, he had started to get along with you and even started to like and respect you a bit. In that sense, he’s glad that he’s self-aware. He doesn’t have to wait anymore.
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purpleph4se · 2 years
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office relations
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homelander x reader | homelander breaks-in his pretty new assistant
warnings | smut, fem/afab! reader, dom! homelander, praise and degradation my favorite combo
a/n | oh wow. i didn’t think my priest homelander thoughts would get so much attention but thank y’all so much <3 it’s nice to know im not the only one sick in the head :) here’s more homelander bc i still think about him <3 this is just pwp lmao
"You should be grateful, you know? People would die to be in your position.”
Homelander, the fucking Homelander, has you splayed out on his lap. One arm wrapping around your waist, the other pulling up the hem of your pencil skirt going for your panties. You whimpered at the feeling of his fingers now circling around your clothed clit.
"S-sorry," You slur, thighs clenching around his wrist as you writhe under the onslaught of his touch. "Sorry, sir, I-I'm sorry—"
He lets you babble at him for a little while longer, expression akin to someone watching their pet pull a particularly amusing trick, then mercifully stops his toying with your clit. "Aw, don't worry so much, honey.” He coos. "I know it must be so overwhelming, being this close to a star like me."
Homelander pulls your shirt up, exposing your breasts and hardened nipples. His free hand circles around you to play with your tits, making you moan as he peppers your cheeks with kisses.
“A pretty little assistant like you needs to learn her place before working for me, ok?” He growled in your ear, grabbing your breast and landing a slap on your drooling cunt.
You cried at the contact. Despite the pain, the pleasure that came with it made you grind yourself on his palm as he tweaked your nipples.
He pulled your panties off, making you slightly lift your hips off his muscular thighs. You sat back down, returning to your previous position and automatically opening your legs as wide as possible for him.
"You’re being such a good girl already..” He chuckled, tapping on your clit. You whimpered, seeing strings of your slick sticking to his fingers as he patted your sweet cunt.
"Oh fuck.." You sighed, looking at him with needy eyes. He caught your lips, humming at your warmth before letting his tongue explore your mouth. He broke away rolling your nipple between his gloved fingers.
"Look at that, already so wet! It’s almost pathetic.." He panted in your ear looking down at his fingers as they spread your cunt as wide as possible. The cold air made you mewl, he stared at the wetness making your face heat up.
"Aw! You shy, honey?” He teased before inserting his finger in you, slowly as if testing the waters. He looked over to your face, but your eyes were fixated on his gloved digit slowly going in and out of you.
You sighed as you relaxed on his thigh, holding your legs open. One of his large hands massages your breasts, tugging on your nipples. Your eyes fluttered shut, furrowing your brow to savor the feeling. Only your soft and breathy moans and occasional hums from him could be heard inside the room.
"Fuck, look at you. My pretty little slut." He inserted another, and then another, until he had three fingers stuffing you full. he moved them slowly, then gradually picking up the pace. "Oh sir—Feels s' good, mmh-!" you moaned.
"Yeah? You love this don’t you?” He whispered, lips close to the shell of your ear.
“Mmhm! I love it! Love you-!” you whimpered, your back arching off his chest. Your whimpers turned to cries , notes raising every second as he curled his fingers, pressing right against the spot that makes you squeal. He chuckled at you as his pace sped up. You squirmed on his lap and grabbing at his arm.
"Sir—S-slow, g’slower-!" You cried as he only smirked at you, his eyes never leaving your wet cunt. Your toes curled as his fingers continued to abuse your hole.
"What’s wrong? You gonna cum?” His fingers are knuckles deep in you while he whispers in your ear. His lips touched your earlobe as you rolled your hips on his fingers, eyes rolling back.
“I-Im—“
"You wanna stop?"
A miserable sob racks your chest. "N-no! Please, Im gonna-“
"You're leaking all over my hand," His grin triggers you to drip on his fingers, like he's proud that you're making a mess of his suit. “Fucking slut, you gonna cum all over my fingers?” You nod desperately into his neck, your hands now practically glued to his arm as he keeps going.
"M-Mhm-! I am! 'M-m'g'nna cum-“ You’re sobbing into his ear. His fingers suddenly speed up, probing harder faster at that spot deep inside, making your pussy squelch.
"Yeah? Go on, Make a fucking mess for me, baby." His lingering hand came up and pulled your face to meet his heavy gaze, He continues to tease, now pressing the flat of his palm harder onto your swollen little clit. "C’mon, sweetheart. Be a good little whore ‘n cum for me.”
The pace he set was vicious as ever. "I'm-Oh my god! Please! P-please!” Your breaths grow frantic as the knot in your tummy tightens until it starts to hurt.
“Oh, fu-fuck—! H-Homelander!" Your legs finally clamp around his wrist, thighs an unmovable force against him while your hips jolt meeting each grind of his hand on your now sensitive cunt.
"Just like that," he grumbles with audible satisfaction, relishing the pressure as you clenched around his fingers. "That’s a good girl..."
He could smell your tears and hear your racing heartbeat but he couldn't afford to care when you looked so damn cute! Tear tracks growing on each of your cheeks, your pretty makeup was all ruined.
While your body finally collapsed into his arms, he thought to himself, you were gonna be his favorite assistant.
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Ive made through chapters 4-7 today and good god, I feel like i had basically nothing to say about acotar as I was reading it but with this book theres so much to talk about for some reason, its wild. Truly, I did not realize how much I liked Feyre in the first book until I was under threat of losing her
Now, I will say that Feyre seems in-character so far, shes still the same woman but traumatized, but I am worried for her. Tamlin is a whole different story though, SJM might as well shoot him dead right in front of me for how thoroughly hes being character assassinated. Like, if Tamlin actually cares about Feyre as a person and not just in a douchy, possessive alphahole way, which he should because Tamlin was not that kind of guy previously, then he would force Feyre to train so she can defend herself if necessary, not forbid her from it. Even if he didnt want her to use her magical powers, surely he would make her practice with her knife or with a sword or even with her bow just to be safe, because hes not always gonna be there
I think his actions do continue to make sense if you look at them from his perspective, but I also maintain that he's doing a really bad job at responding to Feyre. But also, its so laughably obvious what sjm is doing by having Tamlin say shit like "you were stolen from me", shes trying to paint him as some objectifying asshole. Even Lucien calling her "Tamlin's bride" feels like its part of all this, and I know Ianthe is gonna turn out to be a traitor and a rapist at some point, so it really comes across as an attempt to villify the entire spring court for its association with Tamlin
Speaking of Lucien, I genuinely think part of the reason Feylin is doing so badly in this book is that his dynamic with Tamlin is completely different now. For some reason hes all like "oh, my High Lord" instead of "my good friend Tamlin", he suddenly cant say a word against him when he was talking to shit to him just a few months ago in-uinverse. Like, if their dynamic was the same as it was in acotar, Lucien wouldve probably been like "hey man, I know youre stressed and I get it, I know what its like to watch the love of my life get brutally murdered I dont know what its like to have her magically ressurected again but thats neither here nor there, but Feyre is clearly not happy being inside all day and you need a break, go take her out on a date in the woods, I'll stay here and take care of everything, dont even worry about it" or gotten him to comprise with Feyre or chill tf out or SOMETHING but because theres suddenly this rigid hierarchy in the spring court in order to make the night court look better
Speaking of the night court, Ive heard some stuff about it feeling very orientalist but it still managed to completely blindsight me with its badness. Feyre got fucking harem pants to wear, really? And a short-sleeved croptop, and no fucking shoes, probably because Rhys didnt want Feyre throwing shoes at him again. That was the one moment in this book that brought me genuine joy btw, I would read a thousand fanfics about her just throwing shit at him
Anyway, speaking of my guy (derogatory) Rhysand Nolastname, hes so incredibly annoying I dont even have any coherent thoughts about him right now, like, if I were to write down what I think of him I would just write "he fuckinh pisses me off" over and over again. Im actually a really big fan of edgy shadow bois, but only if theyre like, sad and angry and closed off, if theyre like Rhysand and theyre all flirty and teasing and cocky and shit, theyre just annoying and nothing else. And the romance has barely even started yet, I cant imagine how much worse the flirting is gonna get later. Not to mention all these desperate and obvious attempts by sjm to make him sympathetic and morally good now, its honestly pretty pathetic
Now Im gonna be real with you, I didnt get a lot of sleep yesterday and I can feel myself and the things Im writing getting less and less coherent, so Im just gonna hit you with the very last of my thoughts bullet point style
The fact that Amarantha apparently didnt actually go rogue and it was all part of Hybern's plan feels misogynistic ngl
Ianthe's entire character already feels so misogynistic and slutshame-y and she hasnt even assaulted anyone yet
Something about Mor bothers me, I cant quite put my finger on it but its there. I think I do like her for annoying Rhys though
God, Im gonna have so much to say about the Illyrians but for now, its awfully bold of Rhysand to be like "they wasted no time throwing themselves before her feet" when THATS WHAT HE DID
Thats it for now
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☆ The Library ☆
kazuha x gn! reader
prompt: - you and kazuha attend the same university, him being a english lit major and you being a person in stem😎 your paths never crossed until that day in the library…
*this is an smau so please do expect a lot of twitter posts and messages to read, there will be proper writing too but, it will mostly be that!!*
warning! mentions of a fight, swearing
masterlist - prev | next
☆ let the fight begin ☆
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“you made it!” his cheery voice echoed across the small hall.
“of course we did, childe! we wouldn’t have missed this for the world, right y/n?” ganyu smiled at me, god her smile’s so pretty
i nodded towards her before quickly wishing childe good luck as he was dragged away by his coach. i’m honestly a bit afraid for him, i know childe is a good and very capable fighter but, it would still hurt so much to see him getting hurt in anyway.
guided by ganyu, hu tao and i found our seats as more people began piling in. the crowd soon consisted of friends and some family of the boxers, curious students from our university and even a few of the professors turned up.
the seats next to me sadly weren’t empty so i couldn’t stretch out like i wanted too. however, it quickly became clear to me who was sitting in those seats.
those tuffs of black and teal hair made it undeniably obvious; xiao. he was an IT major known for being extremely quiet and almost quite rude, though frankly being friends with scaramouche makes it hard to find anyone else rude. he was scrolling through his phone when we sat down, the seats next to him were empty though from the looks of it people were going to be sitting there. bags, coats and all kinds of winter wear were lined up neatly infront of each seat. now i like to keep warm sure, but i highly doubt all of those belonged to just xiao.
my thoughts were cut short when a loud voice began booming about all the different kinds of slushies they had. the twins had arrived, along with 3 other people i couldn’t quite make out. aether continued to enthuse about these wonderous slushies as the 5 new people began shuffling in next to xiao.
finally, i could begin to make out all of their faces.
aether and lumine were the first i saw, and they were the only ones not currently trying to get to their seats, i assume they’re sitting at the end of the row. lucky bastards. next was gorou, a humanities major with beautiful ginger and white hair, it’s clear he takes a lot of pride in the way his hair looks. finally, 2 final boys squeezed in, one next to gorou, who i quickly figured out was albedo, the nice biochemistry major who offer a lot of tutoring sessions in subjects he doesnt even take. he so smart it’s actually kind of crazy, almost unhuman like. then there was one next to xiao.
holy shit, that’s kazuha.
i really didn’t think he’d like something like boxing-
though in all fairness i’m only here for childe, so perhaps he’s the same.
or he loves watching people fight, who knows.
my attention was swiftly snapped from the pretty blonde when the first round was announced.
tartaglia vs. osial
round 1
…of 10
and then the winner fights someone else.
this is gonna be long.
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finally, after 5 rounds (all won by childe), a break was given for the fighters. im pretty sure that doesn’t tend to happen in boxing but, because they’re both only uni students, it has to be given.
ganyu and hu tao, quickly excused themselves to the bathroom, though if i’m being honest i’m almost completely certain that hu tao’s only going because lumine went a few seconds ago.
i pulled out my phone and began mindlessly scrolling through twitter and instagram as the people around me began shuffling around. they probably need the bathroom or a drink.
however, i didnt notice how only the majority left.
it took his words for me to realise.
“and then there were two” he mumbled so lightly i hardly even heard him. i turned towards the sound of his voice only to find that indeed all of kazuha’s friends had left aside from him.
there was only kazuha and i left on this row.
“oh- hey, sorry i didn’t realise” i chuckled lightly
oh theres that melodic laugh of his again, “it’s alright” he shuffled into xiao’s seat next to me “are you here for childe too?”
“hm? oh yeah i am, are you? i didn’t realise childe are you were friends” i smiled lightly at him as i placed my phone back down, i don’t want to seem rude damn.
“ahh yeah, i’ve known him for quite a while now. though we don’t get to talk as much as usual”
i frown slightly “oh, why’s that?”
my eyes widen a fraction, oh shit. shit. shit! i can’t ask things like that! what if it’s private? or embarrassing for him? or for childe? god he’d kill me if i embarrassed one of his other friends or worse, childe himself-
before i could freak myself out even more, kazuha smiled and responded “we both just got quite busy, but i do enjoy these times when i can see him”
god he’s so sweet. his voice is just undeniably soothing, i swear every worry i had prior just floated away.
that calmness was quickly eradicated.
the screeching of the whistle ruined it.
the sixth round was beginning.
our friends quickly began appearing again, but kazuha didn’t make an effort to move. even when xiao returned, he just lightly smiled to him and turned back to the match.
xiao didn’t seem too bothered, well he never really does, as he swiftly sat down in kazuha’s seat.
the fight was long but, atleast i had someone to talk too. while, my friends were next to me they were way too engrossed in the match to want to talk even a little bit, but kazuha just randomly began whispering things about the match to me. things that were going wrong, excitement over childe landing a good punch, laughing at all the silly faces that each fighter made after getting punched.
he’s actually quite entertaining, quite funny.
maybe we could actually be decent friends.
atleast, then i wont have to be alone in the library right?
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a/n - omggggg this took way too long for me to write lol, im quite literally the ruler of procrastination😎 but, here ya’ll have it! chapter 4!! i hope ya’ll enjoy it! i think i say this every time but i really do mean it, i appreciate all of ya’ll’s continued support of this series! and thank you all so much for getting me to 100 followers!!🫶🫶
(i literally threw up and had my cat pull the christmas tree in my room down onto my other cat while writing this-
they’re both fine dw but good god a lot happened while trying to write this PFFT-)
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Not to be an insatiable lunatic but pls pls please continue Roach’s Sweet Boys im gonna pass out from reading it its so good fuck
Roach's Sweet Boys (3)
Warnings: As usual, dub-con
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"You know, you would probably enjoy yourself more if you weren't so grumpy all the time."
Ghost tensed, pulling his shoulders back and tilting his head to the side just enough that he could spot Sanderson standing in the doorway behind him. "I came out here to be alone," he spoke carefully. He'd learned fairly quickly over the past few weeks that Sanderson, despite being a lunatic, tended to respect his quiet nature and desire to stay the fuck away from him. All that he had to do was voice it and the man would take a step back.
"Liar," Sanderson gave him a small grin before shuffling forward and plopping down next to him on the steps. Ghost took note of the fact that the man had placed himself right next to him, close enough that he could press their legs together. A small touch, and one that Ghost allowed. It was better than if the man had decided to seat himself in his lap again. "You came out here to watch the guards."
"And what kind of entertainment do you think I get out of that?" He slowly let himself react, trying not to sit so tensely. He didn't need Sanderson to know how big of an effect he had on him.
"None," Sanderson shot him a crooked grin, "You're trying to memorize their shifts, trying to figure out when the best opportunity to try to get past them would be." Ghost didn't say anything, but that was as good as confirmation for the man sitting next to him. As usual, Sanderson didn't discourage him from trying to escape or punish him, he only gave playful smile before turning his attention back to the guards. "They switch shifts at eight and two in both the mornings and afternoons."
"Why are you so calm about this," Ghost had to ask. The question had been eating at him for the past few weeks. He'd already tried to make his escape four different times. Each time was a failure, with the closest that he got being outside of the first line of guards and the fence of the property. He'd been disgruntled to find that their "home" was seemingly in the middle of nowhere with even more guards crawling the woods and the extra areas around the property.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Most terrorists who kidnap people," Ghost started lowly, "Would hurt them if they made so many escape attempts. Break their legs or their arms. They wouldn't be so calm." He paused for a moment, "Most terrorists would kill someone who tried to kill them."
Sanderson tilted his head at him innocently, "Would you like me to break your leg?" He shook his head carefully, "That doesn't really seem like something that would make you like me and," he smiled at him again, "it's only natural for you to try to escape."
Ghost looked away from him again, shaking his head and scoffing, "You've got to be the weirdest fucking terrorist I've ever dealt with."
"I'll take that as a compliment," the other man spread out on the steps, leaning back on his hands before adding, "Though, I don't really consider myself to be a terrorist if that helps."
"You head a militant party that has been universally recognized in the UN as terroristic in nature," Ghost responded dryly. He went to continue only for Sanderson to cut him off, his voice sharper than Ghost had ever heard it.
"Because of General Shepherd." Ghost looked over at him, noting that, though his face was still fixed into a soft sort of amusement, there was a twinge of something harsher there. "I have a question," he started carefully, "I've never worked up the courage to ask Volodya or Gaz, talking with them about your team never seemed like the right way to go about things."
"I'm listening." Ghost paused before adding as an afterthought, "I'm not going to divulge any team secrets, by the way."
Sanderson snorted at his words and his bit of laughter almost pulled a smile to Ghost's lips before he remembered himself. "I wouldn't ask that. I'm just curious about what your team was told about my past." He glanced over at Ghost with a raised eyebrow, "I'm sure you were given my file or some sort of rundown."
Ghost watched the man for several moments, holding eye contact with him as he thought. It was an odd question and he couldn't help but wonder what Sanderson's game was. What was he trying to play at here?
Finally, after several moments, he looked away. His eyes traced the large open backyard in front of him, watching the guards that milled around to give himself something to focus on. "You were a marine," he started slowly, "a good one. Dedicated, loyal, and did your job well. At least on the surface." He could hear Sanderson shift next to him and he continued, "Then you went on a mission with Shadow Company, they came back without you and you were presumed dead. When you came back, somehow having survived a gunshot wound to the chest, an investigation was launched." He glanced at the man out of the corner of his eyes, noting the way that the other's hands were balled up tightly against the steps. "They found that you'd killed some civilians on the mission, presumably for information. You were dishonorably discharged but somehow managed to convince several men to abandon their posts and leave with you." He gave a roll of his neck, "Your group formed the ultranationalist party and, when you got big enough, you killed off several of the other men who'd started the party with you and seized power. Not long after that and you turned the party into what it is now. A terrorist organization."
Things were quiet for several moments, Ghost's words ringing through the air around them. Sanderson didn't show anything on his face, keeping himself fixed into a neutral expression as he stared ahead. It was only several moments later that Sanderson quietly asked, "Would you like to hear my version of events?"
Ghost was taken aback for several moments. He'd expected Sanderson to immediately launch into calling the story lies, to tell Ghost that nothing that what he'd just said was true, to tell him that he was the real victim in everything. Instead, he'd offered to let him hear his version. Not the truth, his version. He wasn't forcing Ghost to listen, he was asking him if he'd like to. He was giving him an option. "Do you think I'll believe it?" He asked finally.
Another small smile tugged at Sanderson's lips and he shot him a grin, "Maybe not, but I think you'll listen. You're a smart man, Ghost, maybe you'll find that fine line in the middle."
"Alright," Ghost spoke quietly, something in his chest tugging oddly at the fact that Sanderson had called him Ghost. Not sweet boy. Not kitty. Not any of the various nicknames he'd assigned him over the week. It told him clearly that the other man was, at least somewhat, serious about the subject. "Alright."
Sanderson turned his attention back out to the yard and he stayed quiet for several moments before finally starting, "I was a marine. A loyal one. Too loyal. I would have done anything that they told me to without question, I did do whatever they told me to. When I was sent on that mission with Shadow Company, I did some shitty things. Some really shitty things, but I did them because I was told to. I did them because I thought there was a reason. I didn't realize until their commander shot me point blank in the chest that there was no reason." Ghost tensed suddenly. Roach was claiming that Graves, Philip Graves, the man he'd worked with for years now, was the one who'd shot him. "I was left for dead but some people in the town brought me inside and helped me out. I should have died there, but I didn't and a week later I was stumbling into the local embassy for help." Sanderson folded his hands together over his chest, leaning back fully to stare up at the sky thoughtfully. "I tried to talk about what happened, tried to tell people it was friendly fire. No one listened so I kept getting louder and louder. When you get too loud, they serve you with discharge papers and a false accusation of killing non-combatants. I had friends, seven of them, and they believed me. They had a bad feeling about Shadow Company, about Shepherd, so when I left, they followed."
He stayed quiet for another several moments and Ghost stayed patient, his mind running wild with what he was being told. It hadn't been anywhere in any of the files that Sanderson had tried to accuse Shadow Company. If it was a false accusation, why would they have left it out? "We formed the Ultranationalist party to try to find a peaceful solution. We were all fed up, you know? Bad people were in charge, bad shit was happening back home, and we couldn't even trust our own people across seas. I guess people liked what we were saying and, before we knew it, we were getting followers and more support than we knew what to do with. All eight of us were working together, just doing our jobs. But we were getting too loud again." To Ghost's surprise, he watched the other man pull the bottom of his shirt out of his pants and tug his dress pants down just enough that he could see a spidery scar on his hip.
The wound clearly hadn't gotten the attention that it needed soon enough and it looked as though it had spread out in long tendrils, tracing up his stomach to just below his belly button. The scar itself was a gruesome thing, another part likely from the lack of immediate care. "Eight men, so they hired eight men to kill us. Six of them managed to do their jobs. Jackson took a shotgun shell to the leg before he managed to pull his own weapon and kill the guy. Doctors said if it hadn't been for adrenaline kicking in, he likely would have passed out from the pain immediately and been a goner. He lost his leg from how bad the bullet tore up the skin and bone. I managed to notice my guy before he could even get a shot in. I didn't have a gun on me at the time, didn't think I needed to carry one anymore, so I had to get up and close to try and take his. Lucky bastard managed to get a shot off before I could fully get the weapon away. I would have died in a random back alley from blood loss if it hadn't been for a couple of kids whose ball rolled back there."
He pulled his pants back up fully and let his shirt fall to cover back up the spidery scars along his hip before he continued, "They got six of us. Six of my friends died. That changes you, you know? Changes how you see things. Changes how you do things. Jackson and I decided we couldn't play nice anymore. If you get too loud, they try to kill you. Might as well be loud and try to kill them first." He turned his attention to Ghost fully then, watching him closely, "I know I do shitty things. I know that we hurt people. I know that I'm not a good person." He tilted his head at the man, "Why is it wrong when I do it but not when they do it? Why can they kill their own and destroy other countries without being called terrorists?" He pushed himself to stand from the steps then, giving a stretch up before adding, "Maybe I am a terrorist. But I think, if I am, then they have to be too." He gave Ghost a soft smile, "Maybe we're both terrorists."
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Ghost was quiet for the rest of the day. Quiet and contemplative, so much so that the others had noticed. Soap was shooting him concerned glances every few minutes and he'd seen the man whispering with Gaz and Makarov while glancing at him. He wasn't complaining, he wasn't trying to come up with another escape plan, and he wasn't trying to convince Gaz and Makarov that Sanderson was a shit person. He was just quiet.
He couldn't help it. His earlier conversation with the man had left his mind reeling. He'd never seen Sanderson like that before and, for several moments, he was sure that he'd seen a part of Sanderson that neither Gaz or Makarov or Soap had seen before. It was like the man had cracked open his chest and let Ghost take a peek inside to see what made him tick.
He tried to convince himself that it was a tactic. That it was just another way that the man was trying to draw him over to his side. He couldn't though. There was something about the conversation, something about the way that Sanderson, no...Roach, something about the way that Roach had spoken that he just couldn't believe was fake. Roach had offered him a piece of his mind and Ghost had taken it.
The more that he considered Roach's words and the more that he began to believe what he'd said. Parts of his story made sense, parts of his story put certain things that Shadow Company and Shepherd did into context for him.
His mind had been drawn back, particularly, to a conversation he remembered overhearing between Shepherd and Graves at one point. They'd been preparing to go after Roach, they'd stupidly believed that they had a fix on where he was. That was the mission where Makarov was taken.
Before they'd left, Shepherd had pulled Graves to the side and, as Ghost had walked by them to join up with his team, he'd caught on to part of their conversation. "Sanderson has to die, he's too dangerous. Clean up your mess."
He'd assumed at the time that Shepherd had been referring to the fact that they'd worked with Roach at one point but, looking back with Roach's story playing in his mind, he came to a different conclusion.
It was odd to suddenly have his perspective of a man shifted so violently. Oddly enough, it made him trust Roach's promise of having no intentions to kill them. It made it easier for him to relax on the couch of the nice living room. He still wanted to escape, he still would escape. Roach was still a terrorist, after all. He would still escape, of course he would, but he thought it might also be okay to let himself calm down a bit. To let the tension that had rested inside of him finally relax. To let himself relax.
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"What are you making?"
Soap nearly jumped out of his skin, his heart racing in his chest with the sudden appearance of Sanderson by his side. The other man didn't seem to notice the way that he jumped, simply leaning over his shoulder to look down at the bowl he'd been stirring with bright curious eyes. After a few moments, Soap's heart rate began to go down, though he knew that with the other man in the room, it wouldn't settle.
"Um," he cleared his throat nervously, "Cupcakes. I've already got a batch in the oven that's about to come out." He shrugged lamely. He didn't have a particular reason for finding himself in the kitchen of all places, it was just where he'd ended up.
Ghost had been acting odd for the past several days. Since they'd arrived, Ghost had done nothing but try to escape and try to convince Gaz and Makarov that Sanderson was a shit person. Then, suddenly, it was like he'd stopped. Now, rather than trying to escape or talk to Gaz and Makarov, he'd turned to sitting quietly, almost in a contemplative state. Soap was worried for him but, more than anything, the man's sudden change had freaked him out.
He knew he'd turned a bit complacent within days of being taken. It was hard not to. With escape being almost if not actually impossible and there being so many tempting little things to mess about with around, Soap had relaxed. Sanderson hadn't killed them and, until they could figure out a surefire way to escape, he didn't see a point in trying over and over. But Ghost had kept trying.
That had been something of a safety blanket for him. He knew he wouldn't fall for Sanderson's charm if Ghost didn't either. It wasn't fair to Ghost, but it was what it was. But now, suddenly, it was like the tables had turned. He felt oddly like he had to be the strong one. Like he had to be the one resisting what Sanderson was so unbelievably good at offering.
He would be a liar if he said that he hadn't begun to find the other man's touches tempting. Sanderson was just so sweet and, really, when was the last time that someone had given him such affectionate little scratches?? He was a weak man and it seemed all it would take to break him was a few well-placed sweet touches. So now, when he found himself needing to resist for both himself and Ghost? He was stressed. And stressed, for him, meant stress baking.
Next to him, Sanderson rocked back and forth on his feet for several moments before quietly asking, "Can I lick the bowl when you're done?"
Soap stared at him for a moment, just blinking with shock running through him. No way the fucking terrorist had just asked him if he could lick the bowl when he was done? After several moments of his silence, Sanderson turned to him with pleading eyes, giving him a small pout as well. He could feel himself go red at the sight but forced himself to look away. He cleared his throat, "Once I get this last batch poured, feel free to it."
He expected Sanderson to step back then and wait in the connected dining room or at the kitchen island. Instead, the other man stuck by his side, silently watching over his shoulder at everything he did. It was a bit odd to have someone watching his movements so closely, but within several minutes he found that he didn't mind it. He could almost pretend that Sanderson wasn't there or that it was one of his curious nieces or nephews watching him cook rather than a flirtatious terrorist.
Sanderson didn't move until after he'd poured the cupcake batter into the small tins in one of the larger cupcake pans. Once he'd finished fully, scraping the sides to get as much of the batter as he could, he turned to hand the empty bowl and spoon to the man behind him.
He watched the other man excitedly take the bowl and turn away from him. For a moment he was sure that the man was going to leave, but that thought disappeared when Sanderson boosted himself up to sit on one of the kitchen counters. The other man caught his eye, batting his lashes at him innocently before bringing the spoon he'd been handed up to his lips. Soap watched the other man lick a long stripe across the spoon, gathering the batter there with his tongue all while staring him down.
He was, luckily, saved from his frozen staring by the sound of the timer he'd set going off behind him. He cleared his throat and quickly turned, trying to ignore the amused look that the other man sent him and how frazzled he currently felt. Things were quiet for several moments as he removed the cupcakes he had in the oven and put another batch in.
He started gathering the materials for the icing, moving carefully around the kitchen and purposefully ignoring Sanderson any time he moved past. The only time he couldn't ignore him was when he had to get into the cabinet beneath where he sat. When he'd told the other man, expecting him to move, Sanderson had only spread his legs, giving him a mischievous grin as he continued licking the batter from the bowl and spoon. Soap had tried not to be affected when he'd knelt down between the man's legs to get into the cabinet, but he'd been able to feel Sanderson's gaze on him the entire time.
No words were spoken until Soap was stirring in the color to several different batches of frosting that he'd made. "Do you bake often?"
Soap tried not the jump as he heard the other man hop down from the counter and casually walk toward the sink. He could hear the water running and the bowl that the man had clanking around the sink. He was surprised by the idea that the other man would be so willingly cleaning up after himself.
"Not often," he shifted nervously, "I cook a lot, but I rarely bake." He tried to keep his words simple and short.
"Learn from family?"
Soap tensed for a moment before responding with a nervous, "My mother taught me."
Sanderson gave a hum, "Mine taught me too." Soap froze for only a moment before beginning to stir the frosting again. It was odd to hear the man divulge something about his family to him. They were meant to be enemies. "She used to let me hang over her shoulder and watch everything that she did. I was her taste tester." There was fondness seeping into his voice and, something about his words made Soap want to share as well. He bit his tongue to stop himself. "I remember the first time she let me actually help her," he gave a short chuckle, "I burnt my finger so bad I had a blister for a week afterward. I tried to learn but we figured that I'm probably better as a taste tester. I'd still like to learn though." Soap tensed suddenly as arms wrapped around his middle and a face nuzzled into his neck, "Maybe you can teach me, hmm?"
"Maybe," Soap squeaked out. His body was going hot, but he tried to focus on the frosting rather than the feeling of the other man's hands skating over his chest. Sanderson's hands dipped down to brush teasingly at the top of his belt before moving back up like he hadn't done anything.
"Do you consider yourself a good cook?" Sanderson asked, still giving him those sweet touches all over.
"I do," Soap answered. His voice shook, betraying his nerves, and as he continued to speak his words grew faster, "My mam says that I am at least."
"Well," Sanderson spoke into his shoulder. His hands stopped moving and, it almost seemed now like he was just cuddling up to him while standing. Like he was going to fall asleep against his back. "I'm sure she's right. Which is good. I've always wanted a partner who can cook," his words were teasing. Soap didn't respond, he wouldn't have known what to say even if he did. His hands started stroking up and down Soap's chest again and he found it harder to ignore this time.
Maybe it was the sheer domesticity of their conversation, maybe it was the touches, maybe Soap was just weaker than he thought he was. Either way, he quickly found himself relaxing into the other man's touch, letting himself be lulled in by him. "Hmm," Sanderson gave a low hum against him, "You seem to like it here. I've noticed how much you've been enjoying everything and how much you and I are getting along. So I have an offer for you."
"An offer?" Soap asked, his mind was feeling a bit foggy and he slowly stopped stirring until he could focus on nothing but the man pressed up behind him.
"Stay with me," Sanderson placed a slow kiss on his neck and followed it up by trailing those kisses up and around, "Stay here with Gaz and Makarov and me. No more fighting, just this. I can make you happy, I can keep you and Ghost happy. All you have to do is let me. All you have to do is stop fighting." He moved around Soap's side, staying pressed up against him as he took the other man's face in hand and pulled him closer, just hovering their lips over one another, "All you have to do is give in."
There was a moment, a pause. Soap knew he needed to pull away, he knew he needed to pull back. The man in front of him was so tempting. So unbelievably tempting. The other man was like a siren, luring him to his inevitable demise. He was meant to be strong enough for himself and Ghost but, as he instinctively swerved down to capture Roach's mouth against his, as passion took over his mind, as he pinned the other man against the counter to feel him closer, he knew that he wasn't.
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Soap 🤝 Makarov
Giving in to Roach super quickly with little effort from Roach
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ohbo-ohno · 7 months
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ohmygodd i don’t know if my previous ask sent because my stupid connection stopped but i keep thinking about it so im gonna write it again so imagine ghoap coming back from a mission after reader has been misbehaving and ghoap makes the reader get herself off as punishment for her misbehaving
it first happens when johnny sees through the cameras that you’ve been destroying his pretty gifts for you and he goes :( why would you do that! i bought them for you with you in mind, i thought you would like them :( why does my baby keep destroying what i give her? and simon’s more patient, he tells soap not to berate her through the phone and just watch how it plays out because it’s the first time you get toys while the two of them are out 
in reality you’re just feeling super distressed because you’re so used to the unwavering attention of not one but TWO incredibly needy men??? and suddenly?? they’re just gone??? and you’re never going to admit it, but you’ve actually grown quite dependent on them, and you KNOW that they’re watching you through all the fucking cameras they have so you act up, hoping they’d take notice of you and give you some of the attention you want
but no?? there’s nothing! so you keep acting out, out of frustration because you’re not getting the attention you want… soap has kind of a shitty debrief after work and when him and simon finally get a stable connection to watch they see you attempting to hack away at your shackle maybe, or your collar, and johnny gets a little pissed so the two of them stop by the sex shop to get you new things — not toys, punishments. 
since it’s been radio silence on their end you definitely don’t anticipate the two hunks of men coming into the door out of nowhere and when they see the mess that you’ve made you can see it in their eyes that today won’t be an easy day for you
johnny initially wants to punish you sooo badly but you beg and beg him saying johnny please check the dates, you left me chained up and alone during ovulation week, and i just really missed the two of you, and johnny softens up a little, his temper doesn’t really last long, he wants to give his baby all the orgasms she needs, but simon says No, bad pets don’t get rewards?
they’re still in tactical gear, and simon sits you down on johnny’s lap, forces you to grind against his tactgear-clad thigh to get yourself off, since you wanted an orgasm so badly, and you do, you try to grind, and you’re whining because even though your swollen clit is finally getting the relief it needs it’s nothing like when they’re inside of you
you’ve came, and it’s not as satisfying as you thought it would be, so you cry against johnny’s chest as he coos at you mockingly while taking hold of your hips and grinding you against his thigh, and simon is spanking your ass, making you count for each one.. your cries suddenly turn into yelps of overstimulation, the tactgear is rough! and the humiliation of the tears and the spanking and your naked weeping body contrasted against their fully dressed selves have you shuddering through your next orgasm
you beg johnny or simon to stop, give you a break (you know it’s futile), but they just smile at you and restrain your hands. maybe simon tells you you’re not done yet, and you have to give them an orgasm for every time you pissed them off, and maybe johnny continues grinding you against his thigh until you’ve soaked his pants with three orgasms.
now you’ve gotten off and they still haven’t, that’s not fair! so they tie you up in another position again, so that johnny can fuck your mouth and get some relief :( maybe simon’s below, shoving different vibrators up inside you and turning them on at the lowest speed to stimulate you enough to vex but not enough to cum, or maybe he eats you out like crazy and gives you finally something to clench on, or maybe he thinks 3 orgasms is enough to have you loosened up and just takes you like a fucking toy. anyways your body becomes used and spent and you learn never to act out again… maybe for another week. 
of course simon and johnny take not of how you squirmed seeing them in tactgear, how much louder you moaned… they’re going to use that information against you the next time. 
i am going to lock you in a cage and pick your brain forever. how dare you send this to me, i'm gonna be thinking about it for weeks. ily
i think orgasms as punishment is soooo hot, and so criminally underused. turning such fantastic pleasure into such horrible pain?? perfect. you were needy, throwing a little fucking tantrum while they went to work, so they'll give you the attention you wanted - doesn't matter if you don't want it anymore, it's what you're fucking getting.
simon makes you use johnny to get off - maybe thigh, maybe boot since you like their uniforms so much - and when your hips jerk to a stop after the first orgasm he just grabs you and keeps you moving. he won't use his hands on you, you don't deserve them rn, but he's got other ways to make you get off.
johnny wouldn't usually be so eager to see you genuinely punished, but this time you'd kinda actually hurt his feelings :/ so he doesn't feel any sympathy when simon starts spanking you, just holds your wrists together and forces your back into an arch so you're presenting all nicely.
after they've decided you've had enough pleasure (once you're limp and can hardly even open your eyes) they take theirs. spitroasting you (being careful you dont choke obviously), both of them taking turns fucking you. maybe even stretch your ass a little :/
then before bed they edge you a bit. you hadn't thought you'd ever want to come again, but ghost is extra soft and coaxes your realllll slowly to the edge, only to leave you dangling there. tucks you into bed with he and johnny, keeps your hands and ankles cuffed together so you can't reach down to play with yourself or grind on anything in the night
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bunni-writing-desk · 7 months
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hi hi. can you spare some my chem age re drabbles or hcs for this rough evening :( im having a tough night n am trying not to impure regress. i love your writing and keep reading the agere frank n gerard ones to comfort me. you’re the best <3
sure I can, but remember if you can safely regress you should do so even if it doesn't feel great, it's a way of coping and it can help sometimes (also personally think the term "impure regression" is stupid so I'm gonna call it upset or triggered regression, not mad at you I just have a lot of problems with that term)
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two drabbles under cut :]
Gerard drabble (hurt/comfort):
today had been rough, the day dragged on and pulled you through the motions until you just couldn't handle it anymore. As you stepped in the door of your small shared apartment, Gerard appeared quickly. Was it quickly or was your time perception messed up? you couldn't tell, but none of it matter much anymore. Gerard was there, hugging you and making sure you were actively dying before taking care of anything else you might need.
"Bad day, hun?" Gerard waited for you response, ever patient as you sniffled against them.
All you could manage out was a small "mhm", muffled by their cozy sweater.
"Alright, come're little one" He gently took one of you hands and led you back to your shared bed room and sat you on the bed. "Just sit here and I'll get things set up for a bath, sound good?" His smile was soft and caring, feeling like a soft blanket.
You watched as he dug through the chest in your closet full of all your regression gear. He pulled out your hooded bath towel with your favorite animal on, custom made just for you with your name on it. They also pulled out a few of your bath toys in case you had the energy to play a little, then they set the hair washing bucket to the side. The bucket was made in a certain way so that they could rinse your hair without getting water in your eyes.
He stood up, scooping some of the things into his arms and headed to the bathroom. "I'll be right back, okay? just starting the water." He reassured you as you continued to sit on the bed. With nothing to look at, you quickly got up and padded over to the box and picked up your favorite comfort plush. It was still soft after all these years and you held it close.
Gerard came back into the bedroom, picking up the hooded towel and holding out a hand for you. "Bath is ready, little one" You nodded along and took his hand and he lead you over to the bathroom.
"Everything will be okay, I promise, there will be lore days, and more stuffies, different people, and same schedules. I'll help you every step of the way, okay?"
Frank + Jamia drabble (fluff):
"Jamia thinks your a silly goose." Frank whispered into your ear while you were watching cartoons, by the smile on his face you could tell he was playing around.
"Well ten tell mama I don' wan' her pancakes anymore!" You shouted then secretly giggled back to frank who smiled at you. Jamia, just in the other room, making breakfast for the two of you, gasped exaggerately.
"Frank what did you do, they always want pancakes!" She turned off the stove and put her hands on her hips, staring at Frank who put his hands up in mock surrender.
"All I did was tell them the truth!" He smiled and shrugged as Jamia obviously struggled to not break character.
"Then it seems neither of you are getting pancakes!" She turned away and started to put the already made pancakes away until both you and Frank jumped up from the couch in protest.
"No No wait we apologize!"
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there you go I hope I could provide some comfort and I hope you feel better little one!
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