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koemiexists · 1 month

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need a overstim fic w alastor pleaseeeeee and maybe some bondage with his tentacles????

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship

summary: alastor is your best friend, you think. but he doesn't want that. and you're okay with it. word count: 1.6k tags: smut, light bondage, tentacles, tentacle sex, overstimulation, monster form alastor, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, vaginal sex a/n: sorry for the wait!! i have been busy with school, as per the usual... but again!! slowly but surely!! the tortoise wins the race as they say!

You and Alastor were practically best friends. He never said it explicitly, but you knew that you and him had to be really close for him to be so at ease with you.

Rosie had told you that not once had his smile dropped, even in private with her. You, however, witnessed it one time. It was an accident, sure, you had just looked up at the exact moment his smile dropped from a wide grin to a bit of a grimace. It happened so quickly you almost thought you were imagining things.

Considering this, if anyone asked, you would confidently say that you and Alastor are best friends.

Alastor didn’t think the same, though, you came to realize when he loomed over your bed one night.

You were upset, to be honest, especially because you barely had time to yank your hands out of your underwear when you heard the telltale sign of him entering.

His shadow had spread out along the wall, staring down at you as you shot up, staring at Alastor, cheeks slightly red. The room was illuminated by two light sources; the constant dim lighting of Hell and all of the artificial bulbs that littered the streets, and Alastor’s glowing red eyes staring straight at you.

“Alastor?” You whispered, tilting your head in question of just why he was at your bed in the middle of the night. Angel had dragged you to a bunch of shopping stores for the entire day, rambling about how your wardrobe was especially lacking, so you were tired, and just wanted to let loose steam before finally sleeping.

In retrospect, you were glad you went along, considering you brought Charlie a new suit that she loved.

A sharp crackle of radio static forced your thoughts back on the Radio Demon’s form, and how he just continued to stare, before clearing his throat, the constant noise altering his voice rising.

“Apologies, (Name).” He started slowly, gently sitting at the edge of your bed as you continued to silently look at him, your confusion heightening as you began to get apprehensive of what his goal was here.

Despite the air thickening with static and apprehension, you couldn’t help the fact that you began to get wetter at the sight of Alastor. He cleared his throat, eyes narrowing at your form.

“Why are you here?” You question softly, removing your covers from your body as you begin to perspire lightly. “You don’t normally come into the women’s bedrooms without permission. You said that it’s not of a gentleman’s nature to do so without courting her...”

He nods lightly, inclining his head towards you as he places his microphone to the side. “You’re correct,” Alastor’s eyes are on you again, glowing lightly as his grin sharpens. “And I am here particularly to court you. Although... it seems I may have interrupted a private matter.”

You flushed, and looked away. “Yeah, you have. Is that why you were acting a bit weird?”

Alastor huffed. “Weird?” His fluffy ears drew back against his head as he rolled his eyes, his grin still present. “I was not acting in an abnormal way.”

Feeling bold, you decide to wake the lion in the den with some teasing. “Oh? Am I supposed to believe that, Al? Obviously, something is up. You’re acting weird around me.” You huffed, crossing your arms as you glared up at him.

“Watch your mouth, dear. I will not be kind to you if you keep talking.”

You snort. “How are you going to shut me up, hm? Is the big, bad Radio Demon going to broadcast my screams? Going to make me beg for forgiveness? Are you going to try and take my soul? Huh?” You’re not sure why you’re so emboldened, and why you’re trying to get a rise out of the one sinner who can kill you in an instant, yet you feel thrilled when you see his brows furrow.

His antlers grew in size, and his eyes became radio dials as his large size towered your smaller frame. His grin was so wide, you felt your heart stop for a moment as his claws dug deep into the side of your pillow, right by your head.

Alastor watched you yelp in fear, and he can almost smell the way your blood was pumping, the way you began to clam up. “Done?” He spoke slowly, as you nodded. “Good.”

Instead of shifting to his regular form, he just snapped his fingers, and you let out a high pitched squeal when your pajamas disappeared from your body. You were left stark naked, and Alastor only gave you a look, as if to punish you for your behavior.

“Bad girls don’t get to orgasm once and be done with it.” A tentacle shot out from his back as his shadow self held your legs in order to stop any potential movement you may make. “You’ll take what I give you. And you have made me very upset, (Name).”

You whimpered, but he ignored it, instead pulling a chair up and sitting right next to the bed. His tentacle then went straight to your awaiting cunt, rubbing from the opening of your tight pussy to the tip of your clit.

Twisting, you let out another squeaky noise, eyes wide and face flushed. Alastor peered at you, but you only let out a gasping ‘green’ as the tentacle plunged deep in you. You shifted again, trying to make the appendage go deeper into you.

“Needy? I barely touched you.” He smirked at your writhing form, the way your hair was splayed against the pillows. Your hips began to buck upwards, trying to get closer to the base of the tentacle. “Who were you thinking of?”

You sobbed out in pleasure, feeling your abdomen tighten as a second appendage began to rub at your clit at a fast pace. “W-what? What are you-” You interrupted yourself with another pleading moan exiting your mouth.

Alastor rubbed your legs slowly, humming. “When you were masturbating.”

“Before you arrived?” You moaned out, an arm over your head as you hiccuped. “I- It’s embarrassing. This is embarrassing.” You told him, trying to keep your noises at bay. You felt your high cresting, but you didn’t want to cum so quickly. The tentacles kept their touches up, and you bit your lip hard, drawing blood.

He narrowed his eyes at you, the room filling with a cursed energy as he continued his ministrations, ever so slightly speeding up as you barreled to your release.

You orgasmed around the tentacle inside you, whimpering as the other one rubbed your clit at the same quick pace, throwing you into the side of overstimulation. Crying out, you try to push it out of the way, however two more tentacles come out to pull your arms back. You writhed, your leg automatically jolting out in response to the constant stimulation on your cunt, and you shrieked as Alastor began to tease another tentacle against your already filled pussy.

“Now who?” He inquired once again, watching as you sobbed from the pleasure, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks. His erection pressed against his tight pants, but he just disregarded the pressure, focusing on the way your hair was tousled up, and the saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth.

After another tortuous moment of this, you caved, bucking your hips as your lips parted. “You! You, Alastor! I was thinking- I was-” You moaned roughly, and he smirked as you tried to gain your bearings. “Mm, I was rubbing my wet cunt at the mere thought of you!”

Humming, Alastor grasped your hips, retracting his appendages that were holding your arms down. He leaned over you, in perfect position to thrust inside if he was bare.

“You look gorgeous.” Was all he breathed out, as you shrieked when the second tentacle at your cunt thrusted inside. You instantly came, whining pathetically for more, even as you were overstimulated.

The other appendages retracted, and he unzipped his pants to thrust his hard dick inside you. You choked on a moan at the feeling of his cock, especially considering it was thick and long due to his monstrous form. “Al- Mm, Alastor!” You keened, wrapping your trembling legs around his hips.

With every thrust, the bed shook tremendously, causing the headboard to bang against the wall. In your lust-filled mind, you couldn’t remember how there was others in this hotel, how everyone must have woken up due to the amount of noise you were making-

“No one will see you in such a state, darling.” Alastor groaned through the heavy static in his voice. You let out a quiet whimper as he abused your cunt with sloppy thrusts. He was getting close, and you just wished he’d fill your pussy, to the point where you were stuffed full.

You were well aware of his questioning gaze at you, and you tried your best to fight through the fucked dumb haze, swallowing a few time as you tried to move your tongue to make sounds. “Breed me,” You stuttered out, looking up at Alastor. “Breed me until I’m full, Alastor, please.”

Alastor growled, and shoved his cock deep inside you, watching as you squirted all over him and the bed from the strength of your orgasm. Your pussy was squeezing him so tight, and he grunted as he pulled your hips flushed against his own, before cumming inside you.

You couldn’t even moan anymore, instead making a tired yet pleasured noise at the feel of Alastor’s thick, hot cum inside your swollen, puffy pussy.

You felt, rather than saw, Alastor slowly become his regular form. He shifted you gently, and you groaned at the way your legs ached. “Apologies, dear.” Alastor said, seeming apologetic as he kissed your sweaty forehead. “You must rest now. I believe you are properly sated?”

Smiling cheekily, you gave him a half-lidded lustful glance. “I may need some tending to, tomorrow.”

Alastor let out a small huff of amusement, smiling genuinely at you. “After I tell Charlie and the others that you’re perfectly fine.”

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valleyfthdolls · 2 years

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Can I listen to Dos Oruguitas for TWO SECONDS without someone in headspace breaking down in tears like ik our brother is dead but that was like 8 years ago c'mon now roll with the punches

#traumaposting #< for blacklist #this is /j btw #ik that we as alters have different responses to grieving and trauma #and i know that charlie is basically like a 'grief holder' and she has every right to cry and it's good for her to do so #i just think it's funny to laugh at our trauma #plus charlie's ok with me saying shit like that bc her memories are thru the lens of being a fictive #so they're revolving around other characters from her source #i'm an integration of the old host and the one who held the actual memories of that death so i get to make jokes like this #sysposting #< not for blacklist just for a tag but i'm not using traumaposting as a tag to be Funney:tm: or anything

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taasgirl · 16 days

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monaco pt. 2 - charles leclerc

summary: y/n is new to ferrari and is working very closely with charles, so it's inevitable that they fall right?

a/n: the outcomes of these races are fictional!! they're altered to fit the story, and there's no specific face claim! PART ONE PART THREE

liked by charlesleclerc, user56929, user77839, and 20, 872 others user55684 Y/N AND CHARLES GOING OUT TOGETHER OMFGGGG

user67298 there's no way they're not together

user98232 She's everything! And he's just Ken. liked by ynusername

user25938 the charles like??? i'm sorry what?

user98394 Omg no way! Teammates seen together! Who would've thought?!

liked by charlesleclerc, carlossainz55, landonorris, and 1, 254, 874 others ynusername australiaaaaaa ⭐

user93764 Future of F1

user83223 such a beautiful girl omg

user54739 Omg her bf!

user93283 *teammate.

user26352 Who is she hugging in the first photo??

ynusername my mama haha

charlesleclerc 🏆💗 liked by ynusername

liked by lilymhe, ynusername, williamsracing, and 345, 764 others alex_albon Not where I wanted the weekend to go, but I'm so happy for @ ynusername. Good job Charles too 😏

user53938 ALEX EXPLAIN WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK

user25373 i might be delusion but i might also be correct, that is 100% charles and y/n in the third pic and NO ONE can convince me otherwise

user67382 him and lily are so in love its gross

lilymhe You little shit stirrer liked by charlesleclerc

user33253 wdym good job to charles huh??

view charlesleclerc's story...

story has been deleted

liked by lewishamilton, charlesleclerc, landonorris, and 24, 673 others yn.jpg Wow I haven't been on this account in a while! Who's fucking pumped for Suzuka?????

user89352 ferrari is ur only red flag (please come to mclaren)

user03846 Charles' dabbing what the fuck 😭😭

user43572 That lockscreen is so cute (deluding that y/n is lightning and charles is sally)

user58293 Back to back wins?

yn.jpg I'm working on it!

user83743 not her posting this trying to pretend that we all didn't see charles' story

user99384 LMFAOOO

user45638 hey do u maybe wanna tell us something?

user68394 something maybe to do with a certain teammate?

liked by user33672, user79010, user44302 and 10, 762 others user52302 not charles' and y/n being driven around before quali 😭

user82992 She's so gorgeous wtfff

user67929 Charles' too!!

user53788 how is she so photogenic

user89203 being driven around as if that isn't literally their job HAHA

user62911 Like come on Charlie take the wheel mate

liked by ynusername, charlesleclerc, f1, and 2, 345, 782 others scuderiaferrari Charles and Y/N finished P3 and P4 respectively ahead of tomorrows race in Suzuka. Great work from our Scuderia Ferrari duo 💫

ynusername ❤️ liked by scuderiaferrari

user89032 noooo y/n please get podium tmrw

user67394 Matching pants 🥰🥰

user92093 Girl they're just wearing jeans...

user91304 omg my fave couple!

user90263 why is y/n not in any ferrari merch??

user72983 She's sponsored by a boutique so she doesn't have to

liked by ynusername, user56393, user99283, and 32, 563 others user78293 photos of charles with children to calm nerves on race day 🥱

user88392 he'd be such a good dad

ynusername This might actually be the cutest thing ever

user92039 YN WHAT ARE U DOING HERE?? user42537 HOMEGIRL UR RACING IN LIKE TWENTY MINUTES

user31732 idk how to describe it but charles is so girl dad coded

user18311 charles and y/n would be great parents lowkey 😏

liked by redbullracing, frenkiedejong, virgil, and 2, 221, 482 others f1 MAX VERSTAPPEN WINS THE JAPANESE GRAND PRIX!

user89293 Max WDC we are so back

user98211 i wanted y/n to win so baddddd

user23474 Max back where he belongs - at the top

user64737 give y/n max's car and she'd be invincible

user64535 She's only won one race??? she ain't all that

user12383 are u dumb she's only raced in 3 f1 races

liked by ynusername, user76372, user98273, and 348 others user23883 max and y/n through the years, and now they'll be on the podium together 🥹 i know y/n's inner child is healing

user82983 y/n really has been a ferrari girl since day 1 liked by ynusername

user54636 THIS IS SO CUTE

user43737 how tf did i not know they were friends??

user55232 no literally same like what

liked by ynusername, charlesleclerc, f1, and 1, 564, 828 others scuderiaferrari Our drivers are heading home now in preparation for Monaco. Y/N L/N P2, Charles Leclerc P4.

user88293 y/n looks so happy 😍

user92832 Don't ever tell me that they're no in love... LOOK AT THEM

ynusername We go again!

user36483 ik they're not officially a couple but i've never seen two drivers have so much chemistry

user63733 brocedes

user38283 carlando

user54738 Maxiel

once again struck down by the limit of photos on a post 😔 lmk if you like this or want to be tagged in the next part, i loved making this hehe (thank god for so much charles bf content fr)

PART THREE

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hisnumber1 · 3 months

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Devil's Embrace

Paring: Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Summery: (Y/n) had found herself at the hazbin hotel. She never thought of redemption but she got a free room while she does her work. (Y/n) made outfits and tailored for people if they pay enough. She loves trying to make unique dresses for balls or for higher class. Keeping her name in the high class of hell, she tailored for the king of hell himself. Finding herself tailoring for him in the hotel of his daughter is an interesting situation.

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Genre: fluff, slowburn, close proximity.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

I find myself leaning back in my seat, sighing. Watching AngleDust flirt with Husker and he growls in response. Charlie is putting more stuff on her board as she tries to figure out how to make the hotel work. I jump back on feet, strolling down the hallway ways to get to my room. I walk into my room filled with drawing and projects I've worked on. I fall flat on my face into my bed, I turn my head, looking at my recent project of a dress.

The dress was a long ballroom dress, with a long v going down the chest. The sleeves were mesh, and at the top it came off the shoulder. The skirt came out and poofed out, with the back covered in a long black mesh. The dress was white, with highlights of red, all of the mesh was black, giving it a dark energy.

Something just seems off, I don't know what it is but it just does. I hear a ping come from across the room. Lifting up my head and seeing my phone light up, I groan as I pull myself up. Walking to my table, I grab my phone and sit on the table. I read the notification, it was an email. I tapped on it, scanning over the text.

"Dear Ms. (L/n),

I hope this email finds you well. I recently purchased a suit, while I am pleased with the quality and style, I find that it is slightly larger than my measurements. Therefore, I am writing to inquire about the possibility of having it tailored to a smaller size.

The suit in question is a white Shawl Lapel with red highlights, the fabrics are jacquard and velvet, and I purchased it about a week ago. I have attached a copy of the receipt for your reference.

I would greatly appreciate it if you could provide me with information on the process and cost involved in resizing the suit. Additionally, if you require any further measurements or details, please do not hesitate to let me know.

I am eager to have the suit adjusted so that it fits perfectly, and I trust your expertise in handling this matter. I am available to schedule an appointment at your earliest convenience.

Thank you for your attention to this request. I look forward to hearing from you soon.

Warm regards,

Lucifer Morningstar"

I sigh as I look at the photos he sent. It is a beautiful suit, but if I did it, the style would be better, but it is not mine. Thinking of what the price is, I need to get his exact measurements to tailor it correctly. Pressing the reply button, I started typing out my reply.

'Dear Mr. Morningstar,

Thank you for reaching out and for providing the details regarding your suit purchase. I appreciate your trust in our tailoring services.

I will be more than happy to assist you with resizing your suit to ensure a perfect fit. Before proceeding, could you please bring the suit to my studio for a fitting session? This will allow me to accurately assess the alterations needed and provide you with a precise cost estimate.

Once I have examined the suit, we will discuss the adjustments required and provide you with a timeline for completion.

Please let us know a convenient time for you to visit our store, and we will schedule an appointment accordingly. Feel free to contact us if you have any further questions or concerns.

Looking forward to seeing you soon and assisting you with your tailoring needs.

Best regards,

(Y/n) (L/n)'

I read over the email before hitting send. 'Wait, isn't Charlie his daughter?' I thought as I look back over his name. I press another reply button and put the the address, letting him know where he could meet me. Tossing my phone onto my bed, I walk out into the lobby again, sitting on the bar stool. "A shot of anything strong." I grumbled at Husk, he was cleaning a glass when he heard me. "What's the occasion?" He asked grabbing a shot glass before pouring some. "Work." I groan with my head on the bar, keeping my eyes shut, my headache gets worse with light.

"Ever thought of getting anything for those migraines?" Husk asked when he placed down the shot, I look up, grabbing the shot and downing it. "Another please. I've looked into it, but I don't need to, I'll just deal with it." Sighing as I push the shot towards Husk. He shakes his head as he pours another one, pushing it towards me. Taking the glass and downing it again.

I hear Charlie in the lobby talking to Vaggie about something, I turn to her. "Hey Charlie. Your dad is gonna come in a few days." I slur out, catching her attention she turned me wide eyed. "What?" She asked as she walked closer. "I'm tailoring a suit of his, I told him I need to take measurements cause he could have grown in the last year." I replied to her. "So he's coming to the hotel?" "Yeah, I think so." Replying to her she chuckled a but before pacing back and forth. "He's only gonna be in my room, just to get measured. He's one my highest paying customers." I chuckle, feeling the alcohol get to my system.

"He emailed me a few minutes ago about getting a suit tailored. I told him that I needed for take his measurements and then I would come up with the price." I explain to her. Charlie's pacing got faster, but she's stops when Vaggie puts her hand on her shoulder. "When would he be here?" Vaggie asked me and I shrugged.

"I can go see if he answered if you would like?" I got up from my seat, walking to my room. Opening my door, I walk to my bed, grabbing my phone. I look at the notifications, seeing a email. I walk out to the lobby, opening the email.

"Dear Ms. (L/n),

Thank you for your prompt response and for offering to assist with resizing my suit. I appreciate your attention to detail and professionalism in addressing my tailoring needs.

I will certainly bring the suit to your studio for a fitting session. I propose scheduling the appointment for this Friday afternoon around 2:00 PM. Please let me know if this time works for you, or if an alternative time would be more convenient.

I look forward to meeting with you and discussing the necessary alterations. Thank you once again for your assistance, and I am confident in your expertise to ensure a perfect fit for my suit.

Best regards,

Mr. Morningstar"

I read out loud. Charlie pauses and starts pacing again. "He can't come. We don't even know if this works. If he comes he'll know I failed." Charlie said lowly, Vaggie hugs her and kisses her cheek. "It'll be fine love." She said as she pulled away from the hug. Vaggie looked over at me and sighed. "He'll be here in two days, just make sure he is only here for that a not going anywhere else. Charlie isn't ready to face him at the moment." She said as she looked up at the clock to check the time.

I nod, I grab the shot glass and down the last one before walking to my room. Falling onto my bed, a breath left my lungs as I hit the bed. I turn over and pick up my phone, unlocking it and looking at the photo of the suit. Thinking for a second, it looks a lot like the dress. Looking between my phone and the dress on the lay figure, they would look together.

Standing up from my bed, I tiptoe to the sewing mannequin. I run my finger across it, looking back at the photo and then back at the dress. A light bulb lit up and I ran to my desk, grabbing safety pins. Taking out my sewing needles, turning on my machine, grabbing buttons. I pull the mannequin next to the desk, sketching out the idea in my head.

A bang woke me from my slumber, I jerk up and look around. Standing in my door way is AngleDust, he looks out of breath. "(Y/n)! My shirt is ruined!" He said as he walked closer with his torn shirt. I groan and put my head back on the desk. "You alright toots?" He asks as he puts his arm on my shoulder. "I'm fine, I finally figured out what was wrong with the dress, and I fixed it. There is a problem though, Lucifer is gonna be here tomorrow and he's kinda matching with his suit." A groan left my mouth, Angle walks over to dress. "It's gorgeous. I mean it's always been." He said as he looked over it.

Sighing as I felt my eyes closing. I stayed up all night working on it, adding new fabrics, adding the details. I felt myself falling asleep again as Angle looked over the dress.

My eyes slowly open, I groan as I sit up. "My back hurts like hell." Groaning as I stood up. It looked dark out, I must have slept all day. Walking out of my room into the lobby, the lights were still on so someone was awake. Yawning as I walk to the bar, my eyes saw Alastor, he was sitting on the couch as he read a newspaper. "Morning Al." I yawn as I pour myself something to drink.

His head perked up at my voice. "Morning, you know it's in the late afternoon right?" He asked as he placed his newspaper down.

"Yeah, I didn't sleep last night. So I slept all day." Yawning as I walk over to the couch, sitting next to Alastor. "Why didn't you sleep?" He asked as he sipped his drink. "Working on that dress." I groan. He hummed in response. I downed the rest of my drink before standing up. "Well Lucifer is coming over tomorrow, so I need to sleep. Night Al." "Oh goodnight (Y/n)." He grinned.

I step into my room, closing the door behind me. Sighing as I walk over to my bed, sitting on the edge before falling backwards. Grunting at the sudden stop, I throw my arm over my eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Waking up to my alarm, I groan. I slowly sit up and turn off my phone. I whimper as the sun hits my eyes, I have to get ready and clean up for the appointment. I pick up my phone reading the time, but I saw that I had a email.

'Dear Ms. (Y/n),

Hello, I hope this email finds you in good health. I wanted to make an appointment to have a meeting. I want some new clothes by your hand. If you have the time for a meeting please contact me.

Love,

Valentino <3'

I read over the email before putting my phone down. I really don't want to deal with him right now, I sighed as I went to my drawers. Pulling out some presentable clothes, then walking to my restroom to take a shower. I turn the knob letting the water start, after I pull my clothes off of me, letting it hit the floor. Pulling my undergarments off before sliding into the shower. The hot water hitting my skin and wetting every inch of my body.

I put shampoo in my hair and scrub it in, soap going down my body as I rinse my hair out. Grabbing the bottle for conditioner, letting my hair run under water. Pouring some into my hand before scrubbing it into my scalp. I let the conditioner soak, I wash my body before rinsing off everything. Turning off the water, I grab a towel and put it around my body.

Walking into my room, striding to my bed, where I put my clothes. Taking the towel and drying off my hair before dressing myself. After wards I look at the time, it read 12:47 pm. I sigh, I still have almost two hours before he gets here. I look around the room, seeing my room is a mess, knowing us have to clean it sooner or later.

Cleaning up my room, putting everything in place before he gets here and picking up trash and dirty laundry. I organized everything and I looked at the time, it was 1:36 pm. My eyes widen as I look at the time. "Shit he'll be here soon!" I yelled at myself and I got a new mannequin out for the suit, making sure I knew where everything I needs was. Keeping track of time, I brushed my hair and put on light makeup, so I didn't look like I was dying.

Getting myself mentally prepared to see the sin of pride. He was cocky everytime you saw him, not a bad cocky but like 'he knows he's hot and he's not afraid to show it off' cocky. The man was hot, I can't denie that.

I walk to the lobby waiting for the knock, not a second later I hear it. Walking to the door, slowly opening it to reveal Lucifer. "(Y/n), it's been to long." He grinned as walked in to the hotel, his eyes shifted all over the lobby. "We will be working in a room back here, just follow me." I say as I lead the way to my room. He gladly follows along behind me, still looking everywhere. We make it to my room and I close the door after he walks in.

"Now if you would please stand here." I ask him to stand on a X mark on the floor. He looked down and nods with a smile. "So how have you been (Y/n)? I haven't seen you in about a year." He asked as he gave me the suit. "Eh, tired. I have been working on a new dress over that year, I finally finished it the day before yesterday." I reply, setting the suit on the mannequin.

"Yeah? May I see it?" He asked as he looked around my room. I nodded and I walked into my other room, I have to rooms attached to each other for my bed room and my studio. Rolling the mannequin out, the jewels sparkled in the sun light.

"That is gorgeous." Lucifer said as he walked over, feeling the fabric. "It looks a little familiar." He said as he put his hand on his chin. His eyes caught on the suit and he gasped. "It's like a set! The dress and my suit." Lucifer stated as his eyes light up. I chuckled and nodded. "I noticed that when you sent me the photos."

"I would love to buy it." He said as he looked at it. I stopped in my tracks. "What?" I asked with a chuckle. "How much, I could gift it to my daughter." He stated as he started pulling out his wallet. "I'm not selling it right now. I actually made it for myself, kinda a dream dress." I chuckled nervously.

You could practly hear his face light up. "I've never seen you wear a dress." He said surprised. "Well yeah, I don't like wearing them." "You should put it on." He said. "No." I said flatly.

"Oh come on (Y/n). You even match with the king if hell, why not put it on?" He asked. "Lucifer, I need to start measurements, please stand where you were." I said with no tone. He was a persistent man. "Come on, I would love to see you in it." He purred out. "Lucifer arms up." I said with a measuring tape in my hands. "Come on." He whined out.

As he is begging me to put on the dress, I just ignore him and measure his body. As I measuring his bust to his groan there was blast and the hotel shaked. Causing Lucifer to tumble over and fall on me.

I closed my eyes at feeling of the rumbling, so I didn't know how close he was to me. "Well hello gorgeous." I hear Lucifer say, I open my eyes to see his face a few inches away from mine. "Oh you're wearing makeup, it looks good on you." He complemented me. "Lucifer get up." I say as I start pushing him. "I am darling." He chuckled. Standing up, he offered me a hand, which I gladly took.

"Well that didn't sound good." He stated as he dusted himself off, I nodded in agreement. "I actually finished measuring you, I would probably charge you about $230." I said as I looked over my notebook, adding the measurements. "Always straight to business. That's what I liked about you." He chuckled. Taking money from his wallet, handing it over to me, before I pull away he takes my hand, bringing it to his lips. Kissing my knuckles for a moment before pulling away. "Well I'll see myself out, and you should probably check what that sound was." Lucifer said as he started walking out of my room.

Watching him walk off, I felt the heat leave my face. When did that happen? When did my face get so hot? I asked myself, but just blew it off as me just getting hot. Placing down my money on the table, and I hear another bang. Groaning as more rubble falls down in my room. "Ughhh! What is that!?" I yelled out.

A/n: My first story on here and I plan to write more. Sorry if I update slow but I'll get around to doing it!

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer magne x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #Alastor #charlie morningstar #angle dust #husker hazbin hotel #vaggie #hisnumber1

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emeritusemeritus · 9 months

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Wanna Bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt. 1

[F.W X Reader X G.W ]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting.

Tags will be updated along the way.

Part 1

"Oh, y/n dear, how wonderful to have you with us!" Mrs Weasley said wiping her hands on her apron before she threw her arms around you, embracing you in a warm and maternal manner as you stepped inside the Burrow.

"Mrs Weasley, thank you so much for having me," you smiled, wrapping your arms around her, smiling at the comforting feel and smell that encapsulated the entire Burrow and each Weasley inside.

"Oh Mrs Weasley," she laughed pulling apart, "how many times do I have to say, call me Molly!"

"Maybe just once more," you joked, smiling wide as she huffed out a laugh, rubbing your shoulder.

"We're back too you know," Fred said from behind you, leaning on the doorframe with George fixed to his side. She hurried over smiling, pausing briefly to hit Fred's shoulder at his tone, before wrapping her arms around both the boys at the same time. It was a sight to behold, seeing little Molly Weasley trying to reach up to give her two 6ft 3 sons a hug but it was completely heartwarming, seeing their smiles.

"Oh how lovely to have my boys back," she smiles, standing beside them. The entire scene was entirely endearing, particularly the hint of a blush that spread almost in perfect sync upon the twins' cheeks.

"Is Ginny not with you?" She suddenly asks, realising that two of her expected children were not present.

"No they're stopping by Hermione's to get some things before they come home," George replies absently, wandering over to the counter where a fresh batch of scones caught his attention, sat cooling on a wire rack. He reached for one and was immediately intercepted by Molly, earning a swift slap to his hand in a silent warning.

"Right, y/n dear," she says, turning to you with a smile. "I wasn't sure what the sleeping arrangements would be for you all so you can either share Ginny's room with her and Hermione or," Molly began to say, trying to do the mental arithmetic of sleeping arrangements until she was interrupted by George.

"She can stay with us mum, we'll move our beds together and pop up the old cot from Charlie's room," he says, sounding like he had already planned it out in great detail.

"Oh, yes I suppose that would work," she says, completely unaware of the relationship blooming between the three of you. You knew she'd never agree to you sleeping with either of the twins alone, but having the other one in the room seemed to ease her mind that nothing untoward would happen.

"You aren't making her sleep in that old thing!" She suddenly says, horrified at the thought of her guest having to sleep on the death contraption that had been in their family for decades.

"No mum, she can have my bed, I'll sleep on it," Fred says, moving forward to place his hand on your shoulder, doing his best to act innocent, though you could see straight through it.

"Wonderful," Molly says, clapping her hands together as she moves away and busies herself in the kitchen again. She shouts to the boys to help you with your bags, to which they both reply in perfect synchronisation that they already were.

They usher you up the stairs, each twin carrying one of your bags as you make your way to their bedroom. It's exactly as you remember, except it looks like it's been cleaned recently, no doubt by Molly.

"You're not really sleeping on the cot are you?" You ask, turning to Fred. He gives you a look of bewilderment before snorting out a laugh, reaching out for your hand to pull you into his chest, his right arm securing you to his body as it wraps around your waist.

"Not for a single second," he smirks, reaching up to play with a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your ear.

"But we are pushing the beds together," George says from behind you, moving closer to you both.

"And you are going to sleep right in the middle, between both of your handsome," Fred adds.

"Charming," George.

"Well endowed..."

"Boyfriends," they both say, sandwiching you between their bodies. You couldn't help but smile at their antics, realising that they had clearly had this planned for quite some time.

"So I get to sleep on the divide of the beds and fall between in the middle of the night? How romantic," you joked, reaching up to play with the collar of Fred's jacket.

"Ahh we've thought of that too," George says from behind you, reading down to place a kiss to the side of your neck.

Suddenly, both twins pull away and start organising the bedroom. Fred pulls away the small cabinet between the beds and places it next to you near the door, winking at you as he moves back to help George move the beds. They drag Fred's bed over from the right towards George's on the left and create one large bed in the middle of the room. George rushes off to get the cot from Charlie's room and unfolds it for decorative purposes in the space left behind where Fred's bed used to be.

Fred suddenly pulls back the sheets from both beds and then pulls out his wand and casts a charm you'd never heard of. The bed is immediately fixed together through magic, causing you to raise your eyebrows in amazement. He throws the covers haphazardly over the beds before doing the same to the sheets, making it one large duvet. He turns his head to you, seeing you look on in amazement and shoots a cocky smirk towards you.

"Your boyfriend's good right?" He smirks, causing you to roll your eyes slightly. George then moves the cabinet beside you towards the back of the room, sliding it under the space of the desk, kicking the little waste paper bin to the side.

"Fit for a Queen," George smiles, gesturing towards the large bed.

"Or for a fit Queen," Fred quips, gesturing towards you. "Crash test?"

You huff out a laugh at the terrible pun and move to throw yourself down onto the newly extended bed, instantly surprised by the lack of divide between the two and the fact that it was actually quite sturdy.

"You know we could test it out in different ways," George says smirking as he looks at you, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You look up at him with a sultry look, liking the idea very much, before you turn to look at Fred with the same pointed look.

"Boys! Y/n! The others are here and lunch is ready!" Molly's voice radiates surprisingly well up the stairs of the burrow, effectively ending your next moves and the boys immediately huff and grunt in frustration. You offer them a sad smile before reaching your hand out to George for him to pull you up. He instantly reaches out for your hand in his large one and pulls you up towards him effortlessly.

"Later?" You ask with a small smile, reaching up and pouting so that he'd kiss you. His eyes light up just slightly as he silently nods enthusiastically before reaching down to give you a sweet kiss. You then turn to Fred who is not so patiently waiting his turn before he drags you out of his brothers arms and into his own. He also reaches down to give you a sweet kiss, though his is much more loaded than George's, his tongue licking along your bottom lip as he fights to deepen the kiss. You pull away with a chuckle, placing your hand on his chest. "Down boy," you joke and he grins down at you.

"Not me you need to be telling princess," he cheekily grins, wiggling his eyebrows and poignantly flicking his eyes down to his groin, which seems excited to say the least. You bite your lip and drag your hand down his chest towards his excited member, placing your hand gently over the bulge in his trousers. You flick your eyes up to his face as he stands with wide eyes and his lips parted in a little 'o' shape, following your movements very carefully.

"Down boy," you whisper, teasing as you suddenly pull your hands away and move to walk out of the bedroom door. You can hear George's laughter as you descend the stairs and then a little commotion and 'ow' from George, no doubt caused by Fred.

You greet Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny in the kitchen, followed by George only a minute later and then by Fred five minutes after that. You don't miss the little mock glare he shoots you as he takes a seat at the table, one twin either side of you. All you can do is give him a little innocent, doe-eyed smile before you focus your attention on the array of food that Molly had prepared.

"So, y/n, what are your plans whilst you're here?" Ginny asks you from across the table, pausing at the end to frown at Ron who had shovelled as much food as possible into his mouth and then asked, with a mouthful of food, for Harry to pass the bread rolls.

"I'm not really sure," you smiled with a little shrug, not really considering what was on the agenda.

"She's busy, whatever you've got planned," Fred says bluntly as he pokes at his food, already disliking the idea of you spending time with anyone else whilst you were away from school. You immediately elbow him roughly in the shoulder, earning a laugh from George who watches on silently.

"Never too busy for you Gin," you said, winking at her with a smile. She smiled back and began talking about you girls having a sleepover one night, which did sound fun. Fred muttered something under his breath but you gave him a swift kick to the shin under the table which George snickered at, keeping quiet himself as to not also feel your wrath.

As soon as Fred and George had finished eating they all but dragged you away from the table and up to their bedroom, pausing only briefly for you to shout out your thanks to Molly for a wonderful lunch.

As soon as you were back in their room, you threw yourself down onto the bed, rolling to lie on your stomach as you watched them pull out their trunk of tricks. You'd already agreed earlier on that morning on the train home that you would help them with their new idea for their business, some sort of new confectionary, no doubt with a sinister twist.

From your conversation and actions before lunch, you'd assumed the boys had dragged you upstairs for another reason entirely, but it seemed that their current developments had overshadowed their needs. You had to hold back a laugh at the pair, realising that they were the only two men you knew that would focus on their pranks over sex with their girlfriend.

They had assured you not long after that they had the afternoon and evening all planned out and they would only spend a little time doing this before you could do something more exciting, something you'd really enjoy.

"So they're like puking pastilles but not?" You asked from your position on the bed, bent legs swinging behind you as you watched them concentrate on their project. Fred simply nodded, eyes never once leaving the prototype, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he tried to perfect the recipe.

"Kind of, angel," George explained, using his nickname for you, flicking his eyes up to yours as he spoke, "but they don't make the eater sick, just make them turn pale and sickly looking."

"Ahh make them turn into a Weasley then," you joked. George immediately threw a piece of whatever he had in his hand at you in retaliation and Fred simply snorted, still focusing on the task at hand.

It was the most you'd spoken since they began tinkering, their full attention and focus on their creation. It wasn't exactly the day you had in mind and you were quite frankly thoroughly bored, something you very rarely were in the presence of the Weasley twins. You couldn't blame them, they were in the development stage of their new product, which meant perfecting the recipe and then the antidote which took time and patience.

"Are you adding them to the skiving snack boxes?" You asked after a few more moments of silence, trying to occupy yourself as you sat bored in their room.

"No, they're more like an additional add on," George explained, reaching up to grab something beside you on the bed, briefly pausing to touch your leg as he leaned beside you.

"Ah a savvy business move," you replied cheekily.

When it fell silent again, you rolled over onto your back and stared up at the disjointed ceiling, watching how the wooden beams interlocked at awkward angles and looking at all the various memorabilia and stuff that littered the walls of their room. You briefly considered going to visit Ginny and the others before your eyes started to close on their own accord.

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"Bugger bugger bugger!"

You frowned at the sudden burst of noise, your eyes struggling to open and then focus as you realised you'd fallen asleep on the bed. You sat up, squinting at the light from the windows around you and watched in confusion as George paced around the room in a tizzy.

"George?" You asked weakly, your voice not quite working yet. He turned around with such a speed it was almost alarming. His face looked panicked and nervous and you immediately sat further up in concern, your sleepy haze fading rapidly as worry took over you. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Fred, I told him not to but you know what he's like when he gets something in his head and he wouldn't listen," George babbles, messing with his hair as he paces the room.

"Fred? What's wrong with Fred?" You asked, trying to figure out what George was saying.

"He ate the bloody thing!" He says, throwing himself down onto the rickety metal cot in the corner of the room. It suddenly all made sense to you and a lingering unease settled in your stomach as you thought about the dangers.

"Where is he?" You asked quickly, worried that he wasn't in the room.

"Toilet," George mumbles, running his hand through his hair again.

You immediately leapt off the bed and ran out into the corridor, trying to be quiet as to not alert anyone else as you quickly scaled the wooden staircase that lead up to the next level of the burrow where the toilet was.

You quietly knocked on the door, "Freddie?"

You heard a brief, slow shuffle on the other side of the door and the door creaked open to reveal Fred who looked bloody awful.

"Bloody hell," you said without thinking, looking upon the appearance of your boyfriend. He quickly pulled you into the bathroom and closed the door behind you both. You scrunched your nose at the vague smell of sick that hung in the air but you quickly got past it, moving to stand in front of Fred.

He looked ghostly pale and a little green in his undertone, sweat forming like droplets on his forehead where he had pushed back his hair. His eyes looked sunken and dull, no longer twinkling like usual and his under eyes were almost purple looking. You tried not to react, already feeling bad about your subconscious outburst at seeing him and tried to wipe away a few beads of sweat off his brow. To your surprise, they wouldn't actually wipe off and had become an effect of the sinister sweets they'd created. "How you feeling Freddie?" You asked, trying to keep your voice even.

"At least we know they work, a little too well," he says, deflecting the question. He suddenly lurches away from you and shuffles quickly to the toilet as he heaves whilst clutching his stomach, though nothing comes up. "Sorry," he cringes in embarrassment at you seeing that, "thought I'd got through the worst of that."

"How long does is take for the antidote to kick in?" You asked, concerned about the lasting effects, not knowing exactly how long ago he'd eaten it. He didn't verbally reply but instead gave you a little uncomfortable smile, telling you everything you needed to know.

"Fred Weasley!" You whisper yelled, striking him in the shoulder as you realised he hadn't created the antidote yet. "You frigging idiot!" You hit him again and he just stood there and took it, though he did seem to lose a little of his balance.

"It was more to test out the taste," he said quietly, as if it was an excuse for eating the contraption. "Which definitely still needs work by the way, bloody awful aftertaste, too much caramel." You shot him a look of utter bewilderment as he heaved again, frustration building in you as he didn't take it seriously at all, despite looking like a walking corpse and heaving all over the place.

"Come on, you need to lie down," you said, extending your hand to his to lead him back to his bedroom. You lead him down the stairs and into his and George's room, carefully avoiding anyone else in the house.

"Bloody hell," George said, looking up from his hands, not moving an inch since you'd left, as his brother entered the room, seeing him look absolutely awful.

"At least we know it works," Fred says with the hint of a smirk, though his eyes still looked sad and glimmer-less.

"Bed. Now." You ordered, annoyed at his joking especially at a time like this. Surprisingly, Fred complied without any qualms and threw himself down onto the bed, his eyes closing in relief as he lay there. You tipped out a few loose crumbled papers from the waste bin next to the desk and placed it beside the bed incase he needed it.

"George, can you get him some water please?" You asked, turning your attention back to the notes they'd made on the recipes, trying to figure out if any of the ingredients had a reverser you could use to cancel out the effects.

Fred heaved again and you tensed, turning to offer him some help, only to see him half flinging out of bed to lean over to the bin. You stood and reached out for the bin and placed it into his arms, where he kept it secured and never out of reach.

"What do you mean he's sick? Fred, er, George move out the way!" You heard Molly's voice getting louder and louder, matching the influx of panicked footsteps that seemed to be running up the stairs. She immediately burst through the room and made an ungodly sound as looked upon her son, seeing his frighteningly pale complexion and overall malaise as he clutched his bin, looking helpless.

"Oh my boy," she said, running over to him. She immediately put the back of her hand towards his head and frowned at feeling a lack of temperature.

"That's odd," she mutters. "Are you two okay?" She asks, turning to you and George who are standing off to the side, both a little scared of her reaction and Fred's symptoms.

"Yeah mum."

"Yes Molly," you both replied at the same time, trying to sound completely sincere.

"Did he eat anything on the train?" She asks, trying to smooth his hair down in the front to keep it away from his face. You could tell he tried his hardest to hold back the impending heave but he couldn't hold it any longer and dry heaved once again into the waiting bin.

"Cauldron cake," you said, thinking quickly, "he did eat a cauldron cake on the train, but we shared some fizzing whizbees, didn't we George?" You looked at George, imploring him with your eyes to go along with it.

"Yeah," George said suddenly nodding as he looked at you before turning to his mum, "maybe the cake was bad?"

Molly mumbled something in frustration as she looked at Fred before zooming out the door, muttering something about her apothecary kit which might be of use.

"Georgie," Fred says quietly as he tries to get his brother's attention. George moves closer to Fred and leans down so that Fred can whisper in his ear. You frown, watching them secretly converse, wondering what they are saying.

Molly returns not a moment later, armed with an array of various potions and elixirs which could hopefully cure Fred.

The truth was, the only thing that was able to cure their inventions quickly were the antidotes, otherwise the symptoms would stick around for roughly 24 hours at most, the effectiveness of the enchanted foods rapidly decreasing once the 12 hour mark passed with the entire malady vanishing after 24 hours. You and George both knew that Fred would be okay tomorrow but it wouldn't hurt for him to at least take some of the potions to ease his queasiness.

"Here eat this, slowly, that's right," Molly says, thrusting some form of wafer towards Fred. He pulled a disgusted face as he ate it but to his credit he did manage to consume it without gagging and keep it down. "Dehydrated ginger root, it should help with the nausea," she explained to no one in particular as she faffed about in the little case, searching for a specific bottle. She eventually gave up and pulled out her wand, mumbling accio to bring the thing she needed to the front.

"Here, drink this, it's dandelion root and burdock oil, it will help with your complexion and ease your tummy," she said to Fred, smoothing back his hair again as another wave of gagging ran through him.

He took slow sips of the potion and raised his eyebrows at the taste, clearly not expecting it to be so tasty.

"We have that at home," you said, not really sure of why you said it but it was funny to see the wizard if equivalent to a muggle drink.

"Really?" Molly asks, turning to you with a surprised look on her face.

"Yeah but it's just a fizzy drink, not really medicinal anymore," you explained with a laugh, feeling a little silly about your random tangent.

"We need to get some," Fred mumbled, drinking down the rest of the potion enthusiastically, causing Molly to loudly warn him to take it steady.

"We could nip into the village and get some for you?" You turn to George, asking him with your eyes if he'd join you, "I know where they sell it." George nodded with a little shrug. You then turned back to look at Fred and Molly who looked at you in surprise, "if it would make you feel better." Fred nodded enthusiastically with a little smile, already seeing a little more colour coming to his face.

"Oh, how lovely, what a lovely gesture," Molly said with a warm smile. "You can take your father's car, as long as you are safe," she said, fixing George with a look of warning.

"How little you think of me," George said sarcastically.

"Or how well she knows you," you snorted, reaching behind him to search for a sweater in your trunk.

"I'll go get the keys," Molly says, taking her apothecary case with her as she moves out of the room.

"Fuck," you mumbled, still searching for a sweater but not finding any.

"What's wrong?" George asks, moving to stand behind you.

"I can't find my sweater," you mumbled again, trying to dig through your belongings but coming up empty handed.

"We've got plenty, borrow one of ours," George says casually, walking straight over to the drawers on the left side of the room and pulling out a thick knitted cardigan that you'd remembered the both of them wearing to the quidditch World Cup. "This okay?" He asks, extending it towards you.

"It's perfect, thank you," you smile, reaching for it and slipping it around yourself, feeling the warmth and coziness of it already, the wonderfully comforting scent of the twins surrounding you. You couldn't help but raise the fabric of the sleeve up to your nose for a closer smell, your eyes closing as you smiled at the scent. You could tell this one was Fred's from the unmistakable but subtle marshmallow sweetness of his natural scent which George didn't have.

When you looked up, the boys were both watching you with smirks on their faces, clearly seeing everything you'd done. You blushed under their intense gazes and turned away, grabbing a few things you'd need and placing them into the little bag you'd brought, making sure you had your little coin purse of muggle money.

"You ready?" You asked George, who was stood next to Fred quietly talking. He turned and nodded, mumbling out 'nearly' and walked over to the little wardrobe hidden in a nook in the corner before pulling out a blue patterned shirt. He slipped off the polo shirt he'd been wearing and you couldn't help but watch as he stood shirtless, slipping into his blue shirt and slowly buttoning it up. You couldn't take your eyes away from him, admiring his naked torso and staring at the small patch of hair on his chest and the beautiful trail that started just below his naval and stretched downwards. He looked at you, amused with his eyebrow raised as he caught you looking and for the second time in minutes you couldn't help but blush. "Ready," he said with a firm nod, appearing by your side.

"Do you want anything else?" You asked, turning to Fred but found him sleeping, clearly exhausted by his sickness or one of Molly's potions had knocked him out cold. George reached for your waist and smiled as he guided you out the door, slowly closing the wooden door as to not wake his brother as you both went on your little adventure.

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bitchesgetriches · 3 months

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Outside your usual scope of questions but seems well within Piggy's wheelhouse nonetheless:

Do you have any recommendations for good cyberpunk books that are a little lighter on the breasting boobily? Have enjoyed Snow Crash, Neuromancer, Altered Carbon... But if I have to read about another woman titting down the stairs I'll scream.

Don't want to out my alt, so will send this anon but still sign this;

- Mom 💖

Hi Mom! We love you!

As for cyberpunk... I actually kind of hated Neuromancer so I'm not sure how much you'll enjoy my recommendations. But as I tend to shut down any book that has women breasting boobily and titting about their day... here's what I've got, beloved Mom:

All the Birds in the Sky by Charlie Jane Anders (a little more magical realism than cyberpunk)

Hummingbird Salamander by Jeff VanderMeer

Autonomous by Annalee Newitz (my second favorite of the list)

Recursion by Blake Crouch

88 Names by Matt Ruff (not my favorite of his, but it's kind of what Ready Player One should've been)

The Word Exchange by Alena Graedon (my favorite of the list)

And this isn't technically cyberpunk, but everyone should read Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir. It's about lesbian necromancers in space.

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Monday, August 21.

Snoopy of the Day.

He is the anthropomorphic beagle. He is, and let us make no bones about this, an actual icon. It is a word that is used and abused, and not least by us here on the World Wide Web. But #snoopy, of Peanuts fame, is an internally-renowned, instantly recognizable superstar. Indeed more celebrated than his unfortunate, round-headed owner, Charlie Brown, in some respects. He is an anthropomorphic black and white beagle, and then some.

He is also an international beagle of mystery, and endlessly charismatic, with a magnificent array of alter egos: the German flying ace The Red Baron, The World Famous Author/Novelist, The Masked Marvel, The Easter Beagle, and Joe Cool. And there is simply no bad day or melancholy mood that cannot be remedied with a little dose of Snoopy. So it is our good fortune this Monday, August 21, that we stumbled upon @snoopyoftheday: your new go-to for each and every one of your daily Snoopy needs. Your daily bread of Snoopy, if you like.

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Helluva Boss observations and easter eggs you may not have noticed!: Pilot

The pilot is both a great place and weird place to start, as it is our introduction to the cast and world, but also no longer considered canon. Many of the events and details we learn/see are later confirmed in the series itself, but there were quite a few changes.

I want to start off with some design changes!

With Millie, she used to have white roots visible, this actually kept up for a few of the early episodes. As we know now it seems imps have two noticeable instances of sexual dimorphism: females have black horns with thin white stripes and naturally black hair, and males have evenly sized black and white stripes on their horns and naturally black hair. We see many trans or otherly gender queer imps that dye their hair with visible roots. I assume Millie's design was changed when that was established to be a gender difference in imps.

Her heart tattoo is also much smaller, and switches sides (an animation error almost certainly) When the pilot first came out I actually thought she had a heart on both shoulders.

Some stuff with Stolas!

We see his hand outlined with a red glow at one point, presumably representing his magic. While in the series his magic is represented by blue. This is most likely due to the change of his character as he was originally planned to be a villain.

Not a design change, but I find it funny that Stolas' name in Blitzø's phone is "Creepy Mouth (aka one night stand bird dick)". Surprisingly all being spelled correctly.

Stolas' Grimore! I actually only noticed this on this last watch. It was a darker blue(purple? red? It changes in different scenes) and instead of the moon design it has a different insignia of his that we still see throughout the series in various places (notably on his bed) it also has no design on the back.

Little details!

I didn't realize before either that the woman who Moxxie is trying to shoot before Eddie gets in the way, is Eddie's mom. I'm sure this is something many others picked up on immediately though.

Speaking of which, the human news anchor shown at the end bares a striking resemblance to a character of Brandons: a news anchor named Flint Dicker.

A poster of "THE AMAZING IMP SIBLINGS" is on the wall of the conference room. Showing Blitzø, Barbie Wire, and another character labeled "Tilla". This was changed in the series to just being Blitzø and Barbie, Tilla's design being slightly altered and then used for their mom.

Hazbin easter eggs! Oh boy is there a lot of them.

In the commercial sequence we see in the room of one of the targets a framed drawing of Sir Pentious

In the background of when Blitzø is interviewing a previous client, there is a billboard for 666 News ft. A photo of Katie Killjoy, I especially love this one as Brandon ended up voicing her!

In Blitzø's office he had a vision board labeled "BOSS GOALS" with 5 drawings, in the center is Blitzø labeled "ME!" Top left we have Katie again, top right is a duck with a top hat and two $'s, this assumably referencing Lucifer, bottom left is Rosie, an arrow pointing to her hat labeled so eloquently "HAT" and lastly in the bottom right there is a more detailed drawing that looks to be Carmilla Carmine labeled "Moxxie drew not as good" this tracking later as in 1.05 "The Harvest Moon Festival" Moxxie talks about Carmine angelic weaponry, showing a great interest in her business.

Next is a dumpster in an alley with various graffiti. Notably, a face that looks to be Nifty, "ALWAYS CHASING RAINBOWS" and "HAPPY HOTEL". There is also a sinister face labeled "DEVIL". Im not sure if this is a specific refrence to anything though.

Lastly, one that I'm sure almost everyone noticed but feel the need to include, is we can see Loona watching Charlie's performance of "Inside of Every Demon is a Rainbow"

Funny observations:

When the crew teleports into the church, we see maany people with some pretty detailed designs, I do not know if or what they may be referencing, but I have a strong suspicion it is something, my guess is that they are caricatures of some people who worked on the pilot. One person in specifically is wearing a jacket with a patch reading "WHEN YOU SEE IT" with a 👌

Signs! In the hospital we see a sign saying "WE SAVE LIVES" in faded text it reads between we and save "try to" and after lives another line is visible starting with "but" I cannot make out the rest.

Others show that they are in ward 13, the next room over labeled as 667, implying the room that Eddie was in is 666

A note is taped to the side of the fridge of the break room reading "LOONA DONT EAT MY LUNCH -MOXXIE"

Another thing I only noticed recently is when Blitzø sneaks out at the Goetia palace, he is naked except for his jacket, with the grimore serving as some creative censorship. (+Stella's beta design. I personally love her current design, but this one wasn't bad)

When Blitzø makes the comment about making Moxxie the employee of the month he holds up a small plaque as an example, a larger version of this same plaque, is visible on a wall in the commercial sequence.

While in their hazmat suits(idk if that's what these actually are), you can see the shape of Moxxie's bowtie under it

... and just Blitzø holding some targets panties, cause why not

There are a handful of other details, but I'm going to hold onto those as later on we see call backs to them. Also, I've spent a lot more on this than Id planned already, I have at least 3 hours on this one alone.

Please bare with me, I promise these will get more interesting the further we go in the series!

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The Factory of Fatties (part 3)

The group left the two horny berry boys to their juicy selves as they continued down the hallway to continue the tour. The two boys left, Henry and Charlie, were getting a little worried for their fates. Now 3 out of the 5 boys had all been fattened in some way and Wonka didn't seem the slightest bit concerned. They both looked at each other in worry and then down at their extended bellies, still full from the stuffing in the first room. Henry looked over at his much bigger partner seeing Charlie's shirt cling so tightly to his big bloated belly. Henry thought that if anyone was to get fattened next it would be him.

The group reached another big round door similar to the juice concentration room. "This next room is something top secret that I am working on in this factory. It's very experimental at the moment but I just knew you guys had to try it before the tour was over." Wonka looked at the boys in front of him and saw their excitement as he pushed open the large door.

Beyond the doors was a large almost endless looking field. The grass was bright green and even the roof of the room looked like the sky. In the field were huge fat cows, all black and white and all stuffing their bellies with the grass. "This my dear boys is where we make the cream for our sweet treats, or I should say where we are going to be making our cream." Wonka walks over to one of the round cows and places a hand on its belly. "These cows have been genetically altered to produce the richest and the best milk for making cream with. It just so happens the best milk for creaming comes from the biggest cows. Who would've guessed" Wonka chuckled giving the cow a firm slap on its belly.

Charlie and Henry were looking around at all the cows and were wondering why it is "experimental" for there to be cows. "Wonka?" Henry asked, "Why is this room experimental if they are just fat cows?"

"Ah you see my boy we haven't had anyone test the milk from the cows yet. Well my workers have but no normal people yet. We are just wondering if the milk from the cows is really as good as the workers make it out to be." Wonka looked away wondering, almost alluding to one of the two remaining guests try some of the milk.

Henry thought back to his life at home and how he felt like a disappointment to everyone as he had never achieved anything in his life. He then thought how he would be praised for testing one of Wonka's ingredients and making sure it was safe for the whole world to eat. He thought that this could be something good he does in his life. "I'll try it Wonka". Henry steps forward towards the cow and Wonka. Wonka had a very mysterious grin on his face as he clasped Henry on the shoulder.

"Oh amazing my boy. I am so happy you decided to be our taste tester for the day. Thought I'd have to ask for your fat friend Sam to be rolled down here and fill him full of our milk. But no need, we have a willing volunteer just here. I shall send for my workers to come and get you a glass of the cows milk right now!" Wonka turned around back to the door and clapped his hands and 3 workers marched into the room instantly. Henry was starting to get a little nervous now. What did Wonka mean by fill him full of milk? Would he have to drink pints after pints of these fat cows milk?

The workers immediately got to work milking the cow in front of them. With just one squeeze of the udder almost a while pint came out of it instantly. They had to keep filling buckets after buckets of rich milk. Another one of the workers was filling glasses with the milk straight from the buckets. After about 5 minutes the cow had run dry and about 5 buckets were filled to the brim of milk and now being loaded into pint glasses. "Right then my boy. Whenever you are ready take a nice big gulp of our milk for us." The workers in the room pulled out a notepad and one of them handed Henry a tall ice cold pint glass of milk.

Henry was surprised by how cold it was having just seen it come straight from the cows udders. He gave it a sniff and it smelt amazing, like milk you find at the bottom of the bowl after eating a bowl full of sugary cereal. "Well here goes nothing" Henry said bringing the rim of the bottle to his lips and taking a large gulp.

The milk was sweet and sugary but also thick and creamy almost like it had already started to become cream inside the cow. It tasted amazing and Henry took another gulp. "What do you think my boy" Wonka asked in a low voice keeping his eyes fixated on Henry as he drank more of the milk.

"Its amazing Wonka. Tastes just like cream already and its the best cream I've ever had. I just can't get enough."

"Have as much as you like my boy we wont stop you from enjoying our creamy goodness." All the workers were writing down notes but Henry didn't take notice of this. After finishing his first pint of milk he picked up another and nearly downed the whole thing in one go. He kept guzzling more and more of the thick milk. He kept thinking just how proud everyone back home would be of him for testing out the sweet thick milk for the world to now enjoy.

Whilst Henry was busy drinking pint after pint of the rich milk, Charlie couldn't help my notice how Henry was rock hard. This strong boner showed through his trousers and was very obvious for everyone to see. As Henry finished his 4th pint glass Charlie watched as Henry's groin area began to get wet. The wet came from his hard penis and began to soak his trousers. It was a thick white liquid that was beginning to soak his clothes. Charlie looked over at Wonka who had a grin across his face watching the milk covered boy. Charlie was begining to get worried now.

Henry hadn't noticed at all about his soaking groin. He just kept drinking more and more pint glasses of milk. He was onto his third bucket of milk now. He decided to stop filling glasses with the milk and just drink straight from the bucket, becoming desperate for more of the milk. The milk spilled down his face now soaking his oversized shirt and the rest of his clothes. With his shirt now soaked with milk, it had revealed another change to Henry. The wet clothes clung to Henry's now growing belly, his stomach curving outwards with every gulp he took of the milk. As the workers began to note down Henry's changing figure something else began to change too. His skin was becoming paler as well and his hair became darker to an almost black colour.

As Henry started guzzling his fourth bucket of fatty milk, the changes to his body was becoming much more apparent. His shirt now cling tightly to his ever fattening belly and moobs. It wasn't long before his belly pushed his shirt out the way and pocked out the bottom of it. It revealed that Henry's belly was covered in thick dark hair. His facial hair also began to grow slowly coming in dark and thick covering the lower portion of his face and neck. His body was beginning to really fatten now. His round belly merging with this growing love handles, pushing further and further out, jiggling as it did so revealing his every growing hairy gut. As well, his chest became very thick and pushing against his shirt begging to break free. His legs and ass grew huge as well, pulling his trousers skin tight, the seems dying to bust open. His large hard penis also adding pressure to his tight clothes. As he came to the end of his fourth bucket and reached down for his fifth his clothes couldn't handle the pressure anymore. His ass broke free of his tight bottoms bursting free of the constraints allowing is legs to rip through as well. His large hairy legs giggled as Henry stood back up to drink the final bucket. His shirt now also burst open and fell right off his huge milky body. His chest was huge with large round nipples and covered in dark black hair. His belly is large and round looking like an exercise ball also covered in a thick layer of hair. While his small tight brief underwear was still on, it didn't cover much of his private areas. His large ass was poking through the top of his briefs showcasing just how big it had become and how hairy it was. His boner was still just as powerful as before, nearly breaking through his underwear itself. It still gushed thick cream from its head now running down the inside of Henry's thick thighs.

As Henry took the last sip of the final bucket, his body came to a jiggling stop to growing, every part of him now jiggling and exposed, about 500 pounds. He dropped the bucket and belched loudly and looked around at the group in front of him. Wonka had a huge smile on his face almost proud of the huge hairy cow in front of him. The workers all scribbling down notes as fast as they could. Henry, with a dumb proud grin on his face, then looked to Charlie who was stood with his mouth wide open looking on in shock at Henry's new body. The sight of Charlie prompted Henry to look down at his body and was shocked to see the changes that had happened.

"Oh my god Wonka" Henry said as he brushed his hands down his huge hairy chest and onto his prominent fluffy belly, "what have you done to me?"

"What have I done? My boy you were the one that signed up to be our taste tester. You wanted to make people proud and I must say I am very proud of you my milky cow."

Henry looked at Wonka when he said he was proud of him and couldn't help but crack a smile. "You are proud of this?" Henry asked shaking his belly.

"Why of course my boy. You did better then I ever could've imagined. And look at all that cream you are producing we must get you to the creamer as soon as possible." Wonka pointed to Henry's large boner as his still spilt thick cream everywhere. Henry couldn't help but smile now, proud that he has made other people so proud. "Workers could you lead our gracious volunteer here to the creamer for us? We shall follow just behind." The workers in the room held hands with Henry and guided him to the very back of the room they were already in. As they walked over to the back door the workers were rubbing Henry's belly, chest and ass which he enjoyed very much almost letting out moans as they waddled over to the back door.

Through the backdoor was a large version of those cow milking machines. There was a seat for Henry to sit his fat ass in and one large teat milking suction cup. "Just take a seat over there my dear boy" Wonka said pointing to the chair. Before Henry could walk over the workers pulled Henry's tight brief underwear off revealing his huge hairy cheeks and letting his milky boner free. Henry waddled over to the seat and fell back into it, his body jiggling as he did so. "Now just relax my boy. I'm sure you will enjoy this next part." Wonka pressed a button and the suction device moved closer to Henry and sucked onto his large penis. Almost instantly Henry began to moan as the machine sucked the thick sweet cream from his oozing dick. As the machine sucked harder and harder Henry couldn't help himself but moan loudly. He almost sounded like he was mooing at one point.

With one final loud moan and shake from Henry the machine detached its self from his dick and Henry fell back into his seat, now all sweaty with his hairy body soaked with sweat. The workers grabbed Henry's thick arms and pulled him off the seat and began walking him back into the field.

When they were back in the field, Henry began to cool down a bit and began to realise just what had happened. "So is that it now Wonka? Will my body go back to how it was now I've been creamed?" Henry looked at Wonka slightly saddened with the idea that he could never have such pleasure again even though he was now a hairy huge fat man now.

"Oh my boy don't you worry. What happened to you is completely permanent. You will be stuck as my fat hairy cream boy for life now." Wonka walked up to Henry and leaned in close to his ear and placed a hand on his dick. "I'll make sure my workers take good care of you for your service". Henry smiled and looked over at Wonka's workers who all looked over at the fat boy with a smile on their face. "Well then Charlie, looks like we shall have to carry on the tour now. Spent much too long here with you creamy friend. Shall we move on now?" Again less of a question and more of a statement as Wonka began walking towards the exit. Charlie still shocked by what he'd seen followed after him, looking back Henry as the workers started feeding him more milk and rubbing his already hard penis. Henry was so happy now that he had made people proud and couldn't wait for the workers to get to work on him again.

This is part 3 of my story. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. The next part will be the last so please let me know if you'd like more stories like this. Check my deviant art page where I have many more stories if you haven't check it out already: https://www.deviantart.com/fattyman123

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brbuttons · 1 year

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DID introjects, not fanart ▸ reblogs are fine

Some sketches of our Mike & his mother, Dolly.

These two are a great example of the healing that's finally been happening within the Factory Cluster, and it warms my heart to see. Dolly- Mrs. Teavee, sourced from the musical- unfortunately lost her son in the tour; she's been so scared of the whole factory, that besides one or two outer-factory trips, she's refused to leave her room for years.

So when Mike- sourced from the first movie, but fused with the second- reawoke, now a young adult, she was quite nervous. She didn't want to see him because it hurt too much at it not being her Mike. But he sort of persisted in that mischievous way he does, and barriers were broken, and she adopted him as her own son because it felt right. It was a form of acceptance for the mind to heal.

Dolly used to refuse to even talk about her son, but I'm allowed to say all this here because she's personally spoken about the whole thing on stream, which is... something we didn't think would ever happen. She's healed a lot, and she's helped Mike a lot with his own anxiety around the Factory. Sadly she still won't leave her room, but it's small steps.

#[[ We weren't gonna let these out of drafts yet but writing about the musical made me think of these two ]]#[[ The Factory is such an incredibly important and dense part of our inner world due to its role in childhood so it's nice to see it heal ]#dissociative identity disorder #osdd1b #did alter #introject #mike teavee #mrs. teavee #c: the factory #willy wonka and the chocolate factory #charlie and the chocolate factory #catcf musical #🌻dolly #📺 mike #actually did

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yorit1 · 15 days

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Charlie could not believe it was the day he was marrying Nick. He and Nick had been through so much together, and finally, they were to be married.

Charlie was finishing his suit. He was in the room with Tori, Olly, Tao, Issac, and Elle.

“How do I look?” Charlie asked.

“You look amazing,” Elle said.

“I’m so happy that Nick will finally be my big brother,” Olly said.

“At first, I wasn’t sure about Nick, but now I’m happy the two of you are getting married,” Tao said.

“I’m so happy you are getting married,” Isaac said, looking into his book.

“Charlie, it’s time to go,” Tori said.

Nick was in another room getting his finishing touches done for his wedding to Charlie. He was in the room with Sai, Christian, Otis, Tara, Darcy, and Sahar.

“How do I look?” Nick asked nervously.

“If I weren’t a total lesbian, I would marry you,” Darcy said.

“Kissing you was how I realised I don’t like kissing boys. But you are one of my best friends, and I am so happy you are getting married,” Tara said.

“Bi solidarity,” Sahar said and fist-bumped Nick.

“Let’s go. We don’t want to keep Charlie waiting,” Nick said.

Nick looked at the mirror one last time and turned around to leave to get married.

The wedding party walked down the aisle. It was time for Nick and Charlie to walk down the aisle. Tori and Olly were walking down Charlie. His mum was walking down Nick.

When they arrived at the alter, Nick and Charlie looked into each other’s eyes, took each other’s hands, and smiled at each other.

Nick thought that Charlie was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

Charlie thought Nick was the most beautiful man he had ever seen.

The registrar cleared her throat and began talking.

“Welcome everyone to Nick and Charlie's wedding. Nick and Charlie would like to share their own vows.”

“Charlie, when we first met, I hid who I was and didn’t even know it. I didn’t realise I was bisexual. I was pretending to be one of those rugby lads. I was always a people pleaser, trying to be whoever everyone wanted me to be. You helped me become who I was supposed to be. I am forever thankful that you sat next to me in form. You changed my life, Charlie. You are the strongest, most beautiful, kindest, sassiest person I have ever met. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” Nick said with tears in his eyes.

“Nick, when I was sat next to you in form, I was going through many things. But it all became easier because of you. A problem shared is a problem halved. You made me find my inner bravery and deal head-on with my problems. I became the man I always wanted to be by your side. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Us against the world forever,” Charlie said with tears.

“Great,” the registrar said. Now that we have the vows, we can proceed to the central part. Repeat after me: I, Nicholas Nelson, Take you, Charles Spring, to be my lawful wedded husband.”

“I, Nicholas Nelson, Take you, Charles Spring, to be my lawful wedded husband,” Nick said.

“I, Charles Spring, take you, Nicholas Nelson, to be my lawful wedded husband,” Charlie said.

“All that I am, I give to you and all that I have, I share with you,” Nick said, sliding the ring on Charlie’s finger.

“I promise to be faithful and honest and share my struggles with you,” Charlie said, sliding the ring on Nick’s finger.

“I promise to be who I am and share the real me with you,” Nick said.

“In sickness and health throughout our life together,” Charlie said.

“Great, I now pronounce you husbands. You may kiss each other,” The registrar said.

Nick and Charlie kiss. It was their first kiss as husbands. It was soft, full of love, and showed all the love the two of them had for each other. Kissing as husbands was so freeing, knowing that they were bonded to each other forever.

Everyone threw confetti at them as Nick and Charlie swayed into their kiss. After they pulled apart from the kiss, Nick and Charlie walked up the aisle hand in hand. They could not believe that they were married.

Nick and Charlie walked into the reception room. It was time to celebrate with friends and family that the two of them had been married.

“Char, I can’t believe we’re married,” Nick said in awe, tickling Charlie.

“I can’t believe you’re my husband Nick. It’s like all my dreams came true,” Charlie said.

“To the happy couple,” their friends all cheered in unison.

Nick and Charlie sat down at their table. Charlie sat in Nick’s lap. Charlie was having a good day and had not had a bad food day in so long. He felt he could eat.

The first course was served, and Nick and Charlie dug into the food.

“Now it is time for the married couple to dance their first dance as husbands,” the singer announced.

Nick took Charlie's hand and led him to the dance floor. They had talked for a while about their song and came to a united conclusion. Nick and Charlie swayed to the music, staring into each other’s eyes.

Nick looked into Charlie’s beautiful blue eyes, feeling like he was staring into his soul. He could not believe that Charlie was his husband. He was so lucky to spend the rest of his life with that man. Charlie’s dimples were showing, and they were so beautiful. Nick felt he could do whatever he put his mind to when he was in Charlie’s arms.

Charlie looked into Nick’s brown eyes. Nick was a few inches taller than him. He looked at him as they swayed to the music. Nick was his husband. Charlie could not believe it. The love of his life was finally his husband. He had been with Nick since he was fourteen. In those years, they had been through so much together. Now was the continuation of their journey and a new beginning as husbands.

Nick and Charlie slowly swayed until the song ended. The next song was more upbeat, and Nick and Charlie tried their best to dance. Neither of them was an excellent dancer, but it was their wedding, and they were allowed to have fun.

Soon, it was time for the main course. Nick and Charlie sat down and ate the food. They were ecstatic that family friends surrounded them and each other as husbands.

When it was time to cut the cake, Nick and Charlie walked to it and took the knife in their hands. They cut the cake in unison. Charlie took a piece of cake and shoved it in Nick's mouth, smearing it around Nick’s face. Nick smeared the cake around Charlie’s cheeks.

Nick and Charlie giggled. They laughed and kissed, tasting the cake on each other’s lips.

“I love you, Char,” Nick said.

“I love you too,” Charlie said.

Nick and Charlie kissed. They were happy and carefree and husbands.

Soon, it was time for them to leave and head out for their honeymoon. They would enjoy the rest of their lives together.

Married husbands.

Forever and Always.

#heartstopper #heartstopperedit #heartstopper fanfic #fanfic #narlieedit #narlie #narlie fanfic #nick and charlie #nick x charlie #nick nelson #charlie spring

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sacklerscumrag · 9 months

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Devotion

Regency!Charlie Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: pining, friends to lovers, smut, vaginal fingering, the smallest angst ever i swear

Word Count: 3.6K

Notes: I haven't written in forever but this idea has been in my head for about a year now and i just had to get it out. i miss you all, i hope you enjoy my crappy writing and never ending love for all things charlie barber <3

The light glimmered through the glass windows and reflected off the gold-rimmed tea cup sitting upon the pristinely decorated wooden table. Charlie sat in his reading chair in the corner of the otherwise quiet room as he turned the page in the ragged book in his hand when he felt something fall from one of the pages at the far end of it. A flattened, parched rose petal landed on his lap, etchings sketched onto it worn over time—your initials. And there it was. Yet another piece of you slipping between his fingers, Charlie's breath hitched in his throat. The brief memory of your tendency to leave small reminders in scattered books across his library when you were young for him to find as he advanced in his readings—something he carried so fondly in his heart, now a painful reminder of your absence.

You were more than merely a childhood acquaintance to Charlie Barber. You'd formed a bond amid the constant suit alterations and meetings between your fathers. Pacing and making your way through the large corridors of his estate, causing mischief, the joyous remembrances from his youth were those Charlie often recalled and pondered on in times when he sought comfort.

As you grew older, Charlie had to bear more responsibilities giving you far less time to spend on frequent visits and more time enclosed in his office, assembling his theater business from the inside out. While Charlie went above and beyond to secure his future in his theatrical endeavors, you'd spend your days on the opposite end of town assisting your parents in daily deliverances of gowns, suits, and more exquisite fabrics than you knew what to do with. You were taught to sew as your mother did; what once was an infinite amount of time to spend with Charlie as children now became fleeting moments of closeness when you altered his neckline or stitched hearts onto the sleeves of his finest suits, hoping he would one day notice any glimpse of your silent devotions. Soon, the division between your families became more apparent and impossible to ignore. You, the daughter of a seamstress to the wealthy, and him reaping the benefits of a lustrous family name. He seemed to pay less and less mind to you until you were nothing more than another servant among him. At least, that's how it appeared. On the inside, Charlie was tormented, to say the least. Irritation and bitterness festered in the depths of his heart, aching to feel the comfort he once had with you. His father's words echoed in his head; the girl will not advance your endeavors, my son. You must choose a wife wisely that will bring honor to our family. Perfectly placed strands of hair fell loosely over his face as Charlie shook his head in an attempt to compose himself. He hated himself for being blinded from the little good he had in his life with you in it and leading you astray from him.

Although he tried, Charlie could never forget you. In fact, he admired you greatly—clashing feelings when he was younger blurred and blind-sighted him as he reflected on the moment he felt a shift between you. Friendly tussles among friends became lingering touches and affectionate glimpses when the both of you were sure no one was looking. A chaste kiss you once shared, knowing it would be your only and your last. A brief moment lasted mere seconds, yet he found himself wishing to stay there for an eternity.

As time passed, Charlie soon realized what it was and what it would always be, that familiar feeling creeping in and nestling in his heart. The four-letter word he could never bring himself to speak out loud. And as much as he tried to push the thoughts indoctrinated into him as dishonorable into the depths of his subconscious, he couldn't. There was no denying it; as much as he was taught to loathe himself for it, he loved you, and loving you was like chasing the clouds; impossible as it seemed, he yearned for it. The unattainable idea that somehow you would someday be his haunted him. All he had to fall back on were the memories of what once was, and they were just that. Memories.

Rumors swirled of Charlie's highly respected status around town, how he eventually married and even took a child. As content as he seemed to the beaming eyes of the world at first, no one could even begin to envision the darkness that ensued behind the lavish walls of his estate. Altercations where neither he nor his wife Nicole could reach an agreement, whether it be on family matters or the simplest tasks. Thus began his downfall, as he called it. Charlie could feel the distance expanding, the tension dictating every cruel words spewed in her direction, all while secretly hoping Henry would be tucked off into bed, not hearing a single word of it. It wasn't long before rumors of Charlie's troubled marriage and whispered affairs circulated even amongst your circles. Their split became inevitable, Nicole moving further into the city, leaving Charlie behind to sulk over the consequences of his self-destructive behavior, forever longing for the person he could never have.

Charlie often wondered where life had taken you. But he was too ashamed to ever reveal himself to you again. No. He'd burdened far too many with his presence as of late; he wouldn't do that to you too. After the separation from Nicole, he found himself collapsing under the pressures of day-to-day life, needing a leave more often than not. Wandering the London streets in the late night hours, his mind raced faster than his feet could carry him. Charlie wasn't exactly sure how he suddenly found himself at your doorstep one night, but he longed to see you. Just one glance and he was convinced the problems churning in his head would vanish. He had to try.

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You were strolling along the entryway when the sound of shuffling footsteps alerted you to a presence at your door. You'd been ready to turn in for the night and briefly considered ignoring the unexpected visitor, but what awaited you on the other side of the door would be the most surprising thing of all. Charlie Barber. It had been years since you were in the presence of one another, yet, once your eyes locked on his, it was as if not a second had passed. Neither of you spoke, too taken back by one another to think of anything suitable to say.

"Charl-My lord." You quickly corrected yourself and curtsied before him. This definitely wasn't the Charlie Barber you remembered. Referring to him so casually felt wrong as you cursed yourself for the habit. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, something he often did when he thought no one was looking, and his nerves took over. You noticed. You noticed everything about Charlie; your mind wandered to a time when you'd lay your hand on his in a soothing manner but shook your head, not letting yourself get lost in him, not anymore.

"I apologize for my intrusion. I don't know what came over me; I should-" Charlie stuttered; his distraught manner alarmed you, a pang in your chest aching for him.

"Please come inside. It is late; the least I can do is offer you a warm beverage" You offered him a kind smile and gestured for him to come inside. Charlie remained uncertain, but when you didn't delay for a response, he found himself mindlessly following you into your quaint home. He was sure he wreaked of desperation as he strained to restrain his nerves around you. He stood near the kitchen table as you put a kettle on the stove and set two mismatched tea cups on the counter before you.

"You seem to be doing quite well." His deep voice startled you slightly. His mere presence was enough to unsettle you. Everything about being around Charlie set every nerve in your body ablaze. You were convinced he saw right through you, seeing each of the broken pieces he left behind while you'd worked so hard to put them back together. Letting Charlie go was never a choice; it was best for the both of you. Or at least that's what you told yourself when wishing things would've ended differently. Time heals all wounds; your mama's words rang in your ears. Perhaps she was right.

"It has been far too long." Charlie cleared his throat. "We left off in " He took in the sight before him, your nightgown falling perfectly over your figure, the delicate lace decorating the supple skin of your neck and chest. Your simplicity, the simplicity of your beauty, was something he knew he would never get over. He recalled a time when you'd take down that wall you'd built around your heart for so many other people. A time he had access to all of you.

"Time has passed; we moved on. Nothing more." You cut him off, hands trembling as you set the tea on the table. Tears threatened to well in your eyes, making Charlie's breath hitch. He could not bear to see you like this. He fought every instinct in his body that burned to fix whatever was troubling you, even if he was the one who caused it. Every feeling he had worked so hard to bury all this time, convincing himself he did not love you, could not love you, surfacing with every word that escaped his lips.

"Nothing more? Why is it that you distanced yourself from me then, hm? Why is it that whenever I make an attempt to go near you, you do everything in your power to stray further away?" Charlie pressed the unknown that had haunted him all this time, bubbling up uncontrollably to the surface before he could suppress it to the back of his mind where it belonged. He couldn't contain himself any longer; he had to know if your feelings for him plagued you all these years, as they did to him.

"Forgive me, my lord, but if I am not mistaken, it is you that distanced himself from me." You scowled in a hushed tone while taking a step closer to him. You weren't sure what to make of this. The newfound closeness between you fogged your mind more than you cared to admit. Every hateful word you'd cultivated over the last couple of years on the tip of your tongue dissipated, having Charlie within reach once more, taking in the weakened version of him standing before you. The color seemed to have drained from his face, bags solemn and profound laid under his doe eyes, new lines tracing around his face etched in by sleepless nights and whatever stresses plagued his every waking moment. His shoulders slumped in defeat, his clothes far from the pristine condition you knew them to be once; you had to fight the urge to take him in your arms and console him until this pain that burdened him was a distant memory. You took a breath to steady yourself before speaking.

"You want to know what I see?" Charlie studied your words, taking in your stern gaze. He tipped his chin down slightly to look at you fully, not yet answering your question.

"I see the boy I once knew evolved into a man I do not recognize before me. A mind corrupted and a heart once filled with such tenderness and exceptional curiosity for life now darkened by life's cruel intentions." You continued. "Thoughts and ideas once flourishing now damaged by broken promises, lies, and a world of hurt. But most of all, I see a heart that chooses to not feel and a mind that prefers to ignore what is right in front of him."

The words sank into his heart like an unsuspecting sword. Ever since Nicole, he'd closed himself off, a lesson learned that yearning for love was time wasted. But he could never entirely forget you. He could pinpoint that day all those years ago when you captured his heart in an unsuspecting manner. You were kind and compassionate in a way he admired; you challenged him in ways that irritated him to no end, yet he found himself entirely enraptured by you. This is precisely why he had no choice other than shut you out completely. Charlie knew letting you get too close would be going against everything he wanted for himself. He couldn't let himself love another or have another love him; with love came loss. That he knew for certain.

"That is not true." His ton was harsher than before. "You have no possible way of knowing what is in my heart. Perhaps these feelings you speak of are a projection of your own. Perhaps they do not exist." Venom dripped from him, the stern exterior of the man you loved now nothing but a hollow shell.

"You mean to tell me you feel nothing for me? That I do not cross your mind or your heart for that matter." Charlie's expression was unwavering except for a whisper of a 'no' he couldn't bear to say any louder.

"I do not believe you." You sneered at him, venom dripping from your words. "There is love in your eyes for me, Charlie. I know it."

"I shall not stain you with my burdens as I have to others." Charlie tentatively reached out, his fingers ghosting over yours. His delicate touch sending shivers down your spine. "They are my burdens to bear, not yours."

"That is not your decision to make." Your voice strained, tears welling and threatening to spill over. "Tell me you do not care for me. Tell me there is no love in your heart where I am concerned, and you will never hear from me again."

"Do-do not care for you? It is as if your very being consumes me. I cannot hold a breath or do the most ordinary task without you racing across my every thought and dictating my every move. I feel as though I am losing my sanity because I cannot bear to be without you for one second." Charlie stepped toward you, grazing a hand along your cheek. "I spend every day wishing your heart feels as fiercely as mine does for you." He sighed, focusing his gaze downward and taking a step backward. You could practically feel his walls rising, icing you out once again. "It does not matter. It wasn't supposed to be like this; I wasn't supposed to feel this...I wish I never knew of this...of you." Charlie's words stung in your chest so profoundly you had to make sure there wasn't actually a wound there. Your lower lip trembled, sentiment breaking through. Even through the hurtful words, he still ached for you. And he hated himself for it. It was pointless; what was the point of going after something entirely out of his reach? Charlie felt as though he couldn't do this anymore. He stood before you, trembling as he collected whatever ounce of courage he had left and asked.

"Do you hate me?" His voice was barely a whisper seeking a validation he knew he had no right to ask of you after everything.

"Of course not." You responded without hesitation. Charlie scanned your face for any trace of deceit, but there was none. Instead, he found all of the devotion and tenderness you could not convey into words. It was as if you indeed saw the broken pieces of him but only sought to love him as he was, incomplete and perfect in every way in your eyes. "Charlie, I loved you."

Loved. There it was. Part of him felt relief hearing the long-awaited assurance that maybe he wasn't insane for feeling this much for you for so long. But the grief quickly washed over him, the realization that you said loved, not love. It sunk in painfully and rapidly at the possibility that you had moved on, forgotten him amongst perhaps a possible newfound happiness in your new life without him.

"I see." Charlie cleared his throat and straightened out his coat, avoiding your gaze. Afraid he would no longer be able to keep his emotions at bay if he did.

"Charlie.." You brought a hand to his cheek cautiously as if not to frighten him. He flinched but then leaned into your touch. It felt natural, the warmth of your skin on his; it felt like home. The look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know and everything neither of you could bring yourselves to say aloud. "I never stopped loving you." Charlie's jaw opened slightly, unsure if he heard you correctly over the sound of his heart hammering through his chest. "I love you, Charlie." A sob wracked your chest as you held him close. It was as if you indeed saw the pieces of him but only sought to love him as he was, incomplete and perfect in every way in your eyes. A deep sigh escaped him before he spoke.

"I love you. I love you as much as a person can love another. I do not wish to hold it inside anymore. I love you." Charlie enveloped your face in his hands, his thumb tenderly stroking your cheek. Unbridled affection flowed freely and filled the space between you. Your lips met for what felt like the first time; his other hand settled at your waist, prompting you closer to him and deepening the kiss. His lips moved against yours with a gentle urgency. It was as if nothing else mattered, the past becoming more of a distant memory the further you melted into him. There was only this moment. Charlie unwillingly pulled away, leaving your foreheads pressed against one another, his hair slightly disheveled from your fingers running through it, lips swollen and thoroughly kissed.

He pulled you close again, continuing his ministrations. His lips lavished kisses along your neckline and down to your chest as your hands tangled in his hair. His hands worked tirelessly to remove as many barriers between your bodies as quickly as possible as he gently guided you to lean on the wall behind you. Charlie hastily bunched up your dress, groaning when his hands slid along your dampened underwear. You panted under him, his lips never leaving your skin, leaving a trail of marks and bruises as a reminder of his love for you.

The way you looked, how your body responded to his every touch. Every captivating sound he was able to pull from you, it drove him mad. He couldn't take it anymore; he had to have you now, whichever way you'll let him. Charlie abruptly lifted your leg around his hip and caged you between him against the wall, your fingers tugging at his hair and desperately nipping at his lower lip, pulling an animalistic moan from his chest.

"Charlie, please." You practically whimpered when you felt his finger prod at your entrance, clenching around nothing as he gently worked your sensitive clit. He pressed his lips against yours to swallow any sounds you made as he gently pushed inside you. You moaned into each other in unison as he began to plunge in and out of you, easily slipping through your folds, feeling your warm cunt eager to swallow him whole. He cupped your breast over the fabric of your dress, kneading it in his hands while breathing heavily as he pushed another finger inside of you, holding you there for a moment, reveling in how impossibly soft and warm you felt around him, your slick making an impossible mess of his hand. You could feel his stiff cock grinding against your thigh, realizing the effect you were having on him.

A low grunt rumbled from his chest when he felt you fluttering around him. His hand outlined from the swell of your breasts all the way down beneath your hips, memorizing every curve, feeling the way your chest was rising and falling with every breath of pleasure that surged through you; even the way your hips instinctively moved to meet his own drove him insane. Charlie craved and wanted nothing more than to be close to you; even with every inch of your body pressed against his, it was never close enough for him. He began to stroke your clit, already throbbing for attention. Your hips moved and rode his fingers, desperate for relief when he stroked a particular spot inside you. Charlie felt you whine quietly as your orgasm crashed into you. Waves of heat overwhelmed your body as you pulsed around him.

He pulled away from you after a moment of stolen kisses and delicate touches. Moving quickly to assist you in fixing your dress and ensuring everything else was in order before tenderly cupping your face in his palm.

"I wanted all of you." A sated smile graced your face as you took your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes trained on his trousers. You wanted this man inside of you in every way possible. Not that you were complaining. He'd managed to have you succumbing to a mind-numbing orgasm from just his hands in a matter of minutes. But you needed more.

A knowing smirk graced Charlie's flushed face as his thumb stroked your cheek, capturing you in a kiss once again. Gently moving his lips against yours, filling your heart with all the intent and promise he had to offer. He'd divulged so much of himself already; the awaiting question was on the tip of his tongue. But Charlie held himself back. No. He knew when the moment was right; he would make you his the way he'd always intended. Until then, the engagement ring burning a hole in his pocket would stay hidden...for now. "Soon, my love. Soon."

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