#so when at last i checked and saw your kind responses i was so relieved;;; T////T and i felt like i could finally do things again;;;

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Good day to you, I adore your stories and it would be interesting to read fan fiction about the Hotel Hazbin Adam×Reader | woman| as Adam's third wife who is pregnant with his child, what will be his actions before birth and after, if it seems strange to you, then you can not write or not respond to my request, I will not be offended💗) Have a nice day/evening Sorry for my bad English, I'm Spanish;^

RAHHH THANK UOU SMM ☹️☹️ it’s not strange to me i would love to write this 😁😁 also yr english is perfect!!! i will write this as if they were in heaven, so it’s a little more shocking, and it will be a mix of a fic and headcanons

New Life, even after Death | Adam x AFAB!Pregnant!Reader

Relationship: Romantic Warnings: MENTIONS OF (PAST) ABUSE!! it is a brief mention and doesn't carry much weight but it is there regardless. Mentions of pregancy and birth, light NSFW, Adam being Adam

You needed to check if your eyes were seeing things correctly, or if you needed glasses. After all, there wasn’t any way that you were seeing two lines. You stared at it for a moment, unsure of what to do. After a moment, you snapped out of it before hurriedly grabbing the other test that sat on the counter and using it.

Now you had 7 tests in front of you, all with two pink lines on the little screen. You were holding the last one, waiting with anticipation to see what it would say. However, you knew what it was going to say, the previous ones had the same response. You had to face the reality that you were pregnant.

You are pregnant.

You were wracking your brain as to how this could be possible. You were in the afterlife, there was no way you could be pregnant. Not that you weren't overjoyed, you were elated. In life, you had trouble conceiving, much to your disappointment. It seemed that your husband at the time was also disappointed, killing you after your nth attempt and nothing to show for it. In your final moment, you couldn't help but feel a bit relieved, thankful that you had never had children with that man, in fear that he would do the same to them. After passing with no biological children of your own, you had grown to accept that you wouldn't ever have any.

When you first entered heaven, you were uneasy with how many children's souls there were. However, with time, you grew to enjoy the company of them. Playing with them while on your way to places or when you had the time, before either you had to leave or they were called out too. It warmed your heart and helped heal that small part of you that mourned never having kids. It helped you strive to be better and to experience the joys of being a mother. It was also how you had met your current husband, Adam.

You have no idea how it happened; one moment one of the children was introducing you to the first man, next thing you know, you were walking down the aisle with him standing at the end. You weren't one to complain, he was so sweet and patient with you. He was the first one you told your past to, from your childhood to your trouble conceiving, to even your terrible first husband. He held you tight as you cried and recounted the last half of your life. In turn, he told you of his life on earth. His life was like being married twice, and raising his kids and ancestors. His favorite pastime was watching humanity, the small acts of kindness from one person to another.

Of course, he had his faults, he was human. He would mock and laugh when people did stupid things. When someone he saw as not worth his time, he was known to wave them off without much thought. He would get angry over the smallest of things, and throw small tantrums when he didn't go away. Ever clingy when there was another male, in fear of losing you much like he did both of Lilith and Eve. You could list all his faults and flaws, yes, however, you could also list his virtues. 

All in all, you loved your husband and knew that he loved you in return. It seemed that now, you both would have something to love just as much. You dragged yourself out of your thoughts as you looked down at the test, seeing that it had the results.

You stood in the bathroom that you shared with Adam, holding the final pregnancy test as it showed the same results; the same two pink lines that repeated over each test. Overwhelmed at the prospect of having a child now,  you fell to your knees as tears began to build up in your eyes. You were going to have a baby.

A baby. 

The thought became overwhelming and you sank into a full-on sob. There you were on your shared bathroom floor, crying like a baby as your wings were wrapped around you, doing your best to soothe yourself. Clutching the pregnancy test to your chest, you hunched over so that your stomach was touching your knees. You were so happy, so sad, so confused at the whole thing that once you finished crying, you just sat there for a while, staring at the wall. You were so out of it that you didn’t hear the knocking at the door or someone walking in. 

“Hey sorry to barge in but Adam is looking for yo-oh.” A voice snapped you out. You turn to the voice and see Lute, still fresh in her exterminator outfit. Once she gets a good look at your face, she tenses for a moment, before dropping her weapon and rushing to your side. “Hey- is..is everything alright? What happened?”

Unable to say anything, you pull the test away from your chest, showing Lute. She took a moment, looking at you weirdly before taking it. After a while, her eyes widened as she turned to you.

“How?” She questioned, to which you could only sob-laugh in response. She didn’t say anything, just looking at the test that was still in her hands. You both sat there on the floor for a while, before another voice rang out in the house. 

“Hey, sugar tits. I’m home.” Shuffling came from the front of the house as you and Lute shot up, looking at one another. Both of you scramble to your feet and leave the bathroom, grabbing all the numerous tests and taking the one from Lute. “Damn. Where the fuck is she? She normally runs to greet me.”

Lute picks up her weapon and leaves the bathroom first. She hesitates for a moment, looking back at you with a twinge of concern, to which you nod, assuring her to go ahead. 

“Go ahead. I just…need to gather my bearings first.” She nods and leaves. As she leaves, you hear Adam begin to question her. Now alone in the bathroom once more for a few moments, you do your best to make it look like you weren’t sobbing your eyes out and figure out how to tell him.

You can’t help but think of his reaction. Would he be happy? Upset? You couldn’t fathom the idea of him getting upset, recounting his stories of when he took care of his firstborn. The fondness that was not only in his tone but also in his face showed that he did enjoy being a father. However, it had been over a millennia since he took care of a baby. Would he even want kids? You shake the thought and take in a deep, albeit shaky, breath. Leaving the bathroom and going to the front of your home, there you saw Adam. He stood by the front door, his mask removed and looking entirely bored of the conversation he was currently having with Lute. His eyes lazily move across the room before they land on you, he seemingly brightens before ignoring Lute and running to you. He grabs you by your side, spinning you before pulling you into a kiss. 

Startled by his reaction at first, it took you a moment before you returned the kiss. Placing one arm is thrown over his shoulder while the other flies to his hair, gripping it.  You make sure to keep the test firm in your grasp and not drop any. Feeling him smirk into the kiss, he begins to nip at your lip, attempting to deepen the kiss. You hear Lute clear her throat, stopping both you and Adam from furthering the kiss. Adam smacks his teeth in annoyance, looking at Lute.

“What? Can’t you see I am greeting my beautiful wife?” He says, squeezing you a little closer to him. Lute rolls her eyes before looking at you at the hand that had 7 tests back to you. You don’t say anything but instead smile softly at her, assuring her she can leave.  She nods to you, taking her leave. With Lute gone, Adam smirks, before looking at you and snuggling his face into your neck. Giggling at the feeling of his stubble tickling your cheek, you pull him away by his hair. He grunts softly, the tug not too painful for him. You spend a moment looking at him, smiling at the look of your husband as you swear he has hearts in his eyes. You opened your mouth with the intent to greet him, however it seemed that your voice didn’t agree with what you wanted. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

Once again, it takes a moment before Adam responded.

“What?”

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

He passes out lol

He was not expecting that information after coming back from an extermination

Once he wakes up, you hand him the various tests, all showing that you are indeed pregnant

Very confused as to how you are pregnant like you both are dead? nothing should be working as it would

You both go to the seraphim and ask if they know what is going on

They don't lol

If anything, they are the MOST confused as to how this is happening

After the initial confusion, Adam is overjoyed to be a father again!

Literally tells everyone he talks to in any manner

"HEY FUCKFACE I GOT MY WIFE PREGNANT!" "Adam. That's the mailman." "HE NEEDS TO KNOW-" "Sweetie, no-"

In other words, word spreads fast.

Before you know it, all of heaven is literally congratulating you when you step out of your house

A lot of glaring at Adam, who just smiles and acts all innocent

Now that he knows, say bye-bye to independence.

Of course, he will give you space when you need it, but if you don't say anything he is most definitely hovering over you.

In your first trimester, he isn't as clingy, actually the most laid back throughout the entirety of your pregnancy.

Second and Third are his worst phases, never leaving your side at ALL- literally walked into the women's restroom after you (you promptly kicked him out, stating you just needed to piss)

When you start to show, he coos at your stomach, touches it, and sings rock songs to it.

Also will get you clothing that pronounces your pregnant belly

sure he would get you loose, more comfortable clothing too, but literally is so obsessed with your belly 

Compliments you all the time, rubs you from head to toe when you ask

Coaxes and reassures you that he loves you, even as your body changes 

Speaking of body changing: boobs

He will grow more obsessed with your boobs as they grow bigger from the milk

Will ask you numerous times throughout and post-pregnancy if he can drink from them 

Kinda won’t stop until you cave, he just wants to try it so bad. The last time he dealt with a pregnant woman, was Eve and at that time he didn’t even know it was an OPTION. so seriously heaven-bent on trying it

His other kids, the ones he had with Eve, are elated to have a new half-sibling. 

Because of this, when you throw a parent shower (You and Adam elected to be surprised for the gender), you gain a ton of stuff. Somehow got 3 strollers, a huge chunk of clothing for about the first 1.5 years of the baby's life, and a lot of toys. 

The seraphims even went and gave you a personal gift for you and you alone.

Even with all the preparation, when your water broke, Adam was NOT prepared in the slightest.

Panicked and forgot all the important stuff while you were hunched over, holding your tummy as you waited to be fully dilated. 

You had a private room to yourself to give birth, Adam by your side the whole time, a worried look on his face. He remembered when Eve gave birth, the pain and fear on her face mirrored that of yours.

However, in the end, everything was alright.

After squeezing the life out of Adam’s hand, most likely cutting off all circulation in it, you gave birth to a little girl.

Adam was beyond elated, loving his little girl so much even though she was covered in vernix, blood, and mucus.

Having mainly sons, anytime his daughters just existed in front of him, he couldn’t help but be elated at their existence. 

Couldn’t wait to hold his daughter and feel her tiny hand wrapped around his finger

Not that he wasn’t checking up on you the whole time, he was.

When the doctor and nurses who helped deliver his daughter whisked her away to clean her, his attention was solely on you

Murmuring against your skin, telling you how great you did, how lovely of a job you did, and overall praising you and making sure you were okay.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

“She’s okay?” You say, panting and entirely exhausted. He nodded and kissed your forehead. 

“She is perfectly fine. What about you mamas? How are you?” He asked, wiping the hair that clung to your sweaty forehead. You could only nod as you tried to catch your breath. He smiles, relieved that you are okay.

You both stay there for a while while waiting for the doctor to come back. While waiting, you can’t help but think of how surreal this all was. You were finally having your baby, after your whole living life of wanting one, praying, and getting nothing in return. But now? You were watching the door for the doctor or nurse to walk in at any moment with your little girl, as your husband held your hand and stroked your hair. 

Eventually, a nurse entered the room, with a small bundle of pink and purple. Adam stayed by your side as the nurse made his way to your side, handing your baby to you.

“She is perfectly healthy. Just wanting mom at the moment.” He says before leaving you, your daughter, and Adam. Holding her in your arms was a type of bliss you couldn’t help but tear up over. Here she was, your joy, the love of your life, your world, planet, and stars. Tears slip out as you kiss her forehead, the feeling of her wispy hair tickling your lips.

“She looks like you.” Adam softly says after a moment. You look at him and see he has the look of utter softness and love on his face. You smile in return, tears still running down your cheek.

“What? She just came out? I don’t think she looks like anyone just yet.” You say as Adam presses his hand against your cheek, wiping away some of your tears with his thumb. 

“I know. But if she is anything like you, I just know she is going to light up the whole afterlife.” 

You sob a little more, putting your hand over his and close your eyes. 

“How did I get so lucky?”

“I think I am the one that got lucky,” Adam says, causing you to open your eyes. He leans in to peck you on the lips, you lean in turn. After the kiss, you rest your foreheads against one another, relishing in the bliss of the moment. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

RAHH AND THATS IT!!! I HOPE U ENJOYED IT ANON AND ANYONE WHO READ THIS FAR-

i went into this not an adam lover, and i came out one as his no. 1 fan. i love writing characters i wouldn't normally. lets me think about them more than i normally do LOLL I wanted it end it off on the sweet note, so if there is more that was wanted i apologize but regardless, i loved loved lovedd writing this super soft and fluffy

i just checked my word count how is this almost 3k words what the hell

#hazbin hotel x reader #adam x reader #adam x pregnant reader #☾adoniswrites #anon ask #anon request

[deafsignifcantother]

the baby

♥ summary: almost loosely based off of this by @ukor02. This is really just a small little writing thing I did at 4am. ♥ relationship: no direct romance really, just some cute stuff between Lucifer and reader. ♥ word count: 1.6k ♥ notes: no childbirth mentioning and this is written like just as summaries of the situation tbh, almost like a bullet point format without the bullet points, the entire cast are characters, hospital scene, I made Alastor a main character and her main bestie because of course I did, reader is happy to be a mother

You wanted to give your baby a chance to get into Heaven, even if it meant they'd leave without you. Hell is no place for a child. Both you and Charlie knew that.

.

"What a pleasant surprise," you sign to Alastor when you see that damn smiling demon right outside your hotel room.

He laughs; aw, you're describing his arrival as pleasant. Did he make a good impression on you when you saw him last when he introduced himself in person in Pride Sign Language? You never seemed to have paid any mind to him, giving one motion signs as responses whenever he tried starting a conversation. But even when you interacted with him like that, he couldn't help but wonder why you always looked at him with your sweet, shy gaze. It's not on purpose, which is the worst part.

Pleasant, you called it a pleasant surprise.

"It's good to see you too, my dear!" He signs, bowing a bit and pushing past you into your room. "What have you been up to?"

What an obnoxious question.

You close the door, squeezing the doorknob tightly. This is going to be a long evening. When you turn back to Alastor, he's in your living room examining the decor, your random art pieces taped to the walls and organized together, though not concisely.

He waves his hands. "I love what you've done with the place."

"I've been bored." You sign with a slight nod to yourself. It's awfully isolating, which is obvious. Still, it has never hit you as hard as it does now as you watch another person walk through your chambers.

"I'm glad I can be in your company then." His smile widens, and the static he emits gets heavier. His ear twitched a bit, which you noticed but tried not to directly look at. Was it a good or bad thing?

"But it's often relieving to be alone," you start and look him up and down.

"You're quite used to being alone, aren't you?"

Your lips tighten, your hands stiff, and you are unable to finish your sentence. Absentmindedly, you rest them on your plump, pregnant belly. Alastor does his best not to let his eyes draw down to analyze it. Still, his head tilts, even just a little. He hates looking at your hands when you touch your stomach. Did his mother hold her belly like that when he was inside of hers?

"Don't you have others to talk to?"

"They're out on their little journeys, you know them."

"Of course."

Alas, he lets his eyes trail down to your stomach. It's not quite full, but it's obvious enough to gain attention from others. Charlie will put her hands on it every day, waiting for the baby to show its presence. She can feel the heartbeat, and so can you and Vaggie, though everybody else can't feel a thing. Alastor refuses to put a hand on your stomach. Life is precious and loud, and the few who were never human understand that differently than the others.

"I wanted to check in on the baby."

A twitch of your eyebrow makes his smile widen.

"Why?"

.

The day before, Lucifer arrived.

You try on your best clothes, laying them flat against your front, looking at your belly in the mirror. For the king, should you try to hide it or show it proudly? He has a daughter, but does that affect his thoughts about Hellborn pregnancies? Gosh, what do you have to worry about? So stupid.

With the other people, your new friends, you stood with your head proud.

He swirled with the dragons and hugged his daughter as if he hadn't seen her for years. What a kind man, unusually kind. His eyes... Those soft, precious eyes. And when they landed on you, your heart almost stopped. He looked at you as if you were an angel. When his lips started to move, the smile you didn't even know you wore faded.

Charlie put her hand on his shoulder and whispered something to him. And there came Alastor, saving the day.

"The idiotic king was just telling you how happy he is for you." With the signs came the grinding of his teeth.

Lucifer approached, his cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. He addressed Alastor with aggressive hesitance. 'Tell her...' he said.

Charlie smiled excitedly, Nifty kept nodding, and Sir Pentious's eyes started tearing up.

Alastor grimaced. "He's asking if he could feel your stomach."

As always, you've put a thorn in the flow of interactions.

Still, you put on a smile. "Of course."

And there you stood, the King of Hell's hands gently holding you. You could feel the cold of his touch even through the fabric of your shirt. The heartbeat vibrated through both your body and his. The baby was alive and well; you could tell through the pure glee that spread across his face. Beyond your tiny ounce of worry, you knew he'd find hope within your baby.

Alastor watched with a terribly strained smile.

.

"Why?" You ask again when he doesn't answer. "What's with the sudden worry?"

"Worry? No, no." Alastor waves you off. "More like..."

You watch with interest as he trails off, a vulnerability you love.

He squints his eyes and clenches his fists, but only for a moment. His lack of vocabulary kills him. "...Intrigue."

You crack a smirk. "Are you finally gonna feel my stomach?"

Another pause. Alastor considers it, but all he can imagine is his claws accidentally drawing blood.

"No."

"That's okay." Again, your hands rest on your stomach.

.

Alastor has been watching it grow, but so has Lucifer. Charlie's father scarcely visits, and you've convinced yourself it's to see you. Every time he enters the hotel, he asks how you are. He tries to lift his hands to sign but finds no words forming. A language was created in his world, and he has yet to learn how to learn it.

Whenever he presses his hands against your belly, he can feel the liveliness of the soul forming inside you, and he can feel your appreciation at his care.

Begrudgingly, he always has to ask Alastor for advice on communicating with you. Alastor always has a cocky smirk when he teaches.

Charlie has to ask Alastor for help, too, but more willingly. Alastor raises his chin and squares shoulders when people ask him for help. Charlie went to him for help on a conversation you knew she was going to start with you:

"You're not going to stay here for the battle."

"I know." There was no argument on your behalf. Charlie's cheeks still went pink.

"But I have to figure out where it's safest for you. Alastor told me Cannibal Town, but uhh... Maybe not."

"They'll all be here anyway. Maybe they'll distract the angels from going over there."

Her bright eyes widen a bit. "Do you think so?"

"I can stay over there, even if they try to eat me." They won't, and even if they try, they know Alastor would end their lives, don't they?

She fiddles with her fingers before lifting them up again. "I suppose..."

She's so quickly convinced it's cute. You're right, though, of course. Cannibal Town might be the safest place, specifically under the hands of Rosie, who Alastor had previously told you would be more than willing to help you. You can imagine her smile at seeing your belly, twice the size as when Alastor first told you about her. Unbeknownst to Charlie, he's been planning this for a while.

Your stress for their safety irks you more than you expected.

You place a hand on Charlie's, lifting your other one. "I'll be okay."

Before you left for Cannibal Town, you met Lucifer once again, a more loving side of him. He cradled your head and held the back of your neck as he did. His cold body felt like warmth to you. He whispered things to you; you could only tell from how his breath constantly brushed against your ear in sing-songy waves. Was he singing to you? A lullaby? He pulled away and finally signed to you. "You're going to be a great mom."

A moment before, Alastor finally put his hands on your belly. His hands were warm. Like Lucifer, he was whispering to himself, holding silent words from you. In another life, you'd imagine they were prayers. At that moment, only an instinct, you put your hands on his, and he allowed it.

The stress of their safety worsened when they were left alone in Cannibal Town without a word of winning or losing.

The winning of Hell was all you wanted to focus on when you noticed the contractions getting worse, spaced out in purposeful ways. Oh goodness, you found yourself thinking, oh my God.

What if Lucifer dies on the same day your child is born?

But after the battle, he was right there to cradle the baby in his arms, his heavenly grasp relaxing the tiny baby. The rest of the group sat in your room, Sir Pentious absent, tears in their eyes at both the birth and the death.

Beyond Lucifer's cradling, Husk was the only one who touched your child that day. He placed his furry paw against the baby, feeling the body heat that they admitted. Life could be beautiful, he decided.

Vaggie's sense of revenge deepened. She sacrificed Heaven to save a child, and now she's even more than willing to kill her sisters to save yours.

While Charlie stares at your baby with tears, Alastor smiles warmly at you. He knew you could do it: birth something beautiful and worth protecting.

Your eyes are locked on Lucifer. He's an amazing, supportive dad to Charlie, and your heart begins to swell. Your heartbeat increases, and a blush weakly forms on your already flushed face. His rough hands hold a forgiving softness. He's beautiful.

#x deaf reader #hazbin hotel #x reader #lucifer #alastor #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel x reader

[boliv-jenta]

Joel Miller x f!reader smut. Inspired by this comment by @miss-mandalorian

Dressing Up

"You have got to be shitting me!" Ellie's voice rang out through the partially dilapidated store.

Joel cracked a smile in your direction. Things between them hadn't been great. They wouldn't talk about why. It's wasn't your business to ask but you couldn't just let it go on. 

A week ago you came out this way on patrol and stumbled across this place. As well as it reawakening your own long forgotten obsessions, you knew Ellie would love it. Maybe her happiness would soften her towards Joel. She had practically fallen over herself to get inside when she saw the comic book store. Once inside she only grew more excited. Forgetting herself she even grabbed Joel's arm to drag him over to her favourite comics. "Look at all these! They're all perfect. They were kept in these little bags. Weird but so fucking cool." 

Half an hour later, Ellie had finally found the keys to the backroom. You and Joel had raided the food section while you waited. Joel had even found some coffee. It was Japanese, with a animie character on the front, but it was coffee. 

"Check this out!" Ellie appeared from behind the counter. Well, it sounded like Ellie. It looked like a character from one of her Savage Starlight comics. 

"Endure and Survive!" It shouted as it leaped from one side of the counter to the other. When it slipped making another leap, it removed it's mask and return it it's Ellie form. 

"You guys, there's toys and costumes. We need to take some back for the kids. They'll go apeshit. There's grown up costumes too! Did you ever dress up?" She sat on the counter eagerly awaiting your response. 

"Once or twice." You smiled at the memory of comic cons past. 

"Joel?" She asked. He seemed surprised and relieved to be included in the conversation. 

"Nope. This wasn't my thing." He told her.

"You never dressed up at Halloween for…fun." Ellie caught herself before she mentioned Sarah. 

"No. I have never dressed up. For anything." Joel firmly shook his head.

Ellie shot you a look before scrambling to get to the backroom.

"Looks like you are dressing up." You teased him.

"No, I'm not." He came to stand by your side. His arm pressed against yours. Showing affection when Ellie was around was still relatively new. He'd wanted to keep things between you private. His fingers just began to lace with yours when she appeared with a few costumes in her arms. 

"Here." Ellie grinned triumphantly. She was so pleased with herself, she completely missed the little squeeze Joel gave your hand before he moved forward. 

Humouring her, he sifted through the bags. There was a blue alien, some sort of space pirate complete with metal eyepatch, the last one was some sort of space armour. 

"Hunter." He heard you breathe as he got to the space armour. He didn't miss the slight flush on your cheeks but he pretended to. 

"What even are these?" He asked Ellie.

"This guy is a trader." She pointed to the blue alien. "This guy." She pointed to the space pirate. "Is a morally ambiguous space bandit and this guy…" She pointed to the metal looking suit. "...is a mysterious bounty hunter."

"What makes him so mysterious? The mask?" Joel prodded, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

"Kind of. He never takes it off, not even the girl that loves him has seen his face. No one knows his name. They just call him Hunter because, you know, bounty hunter. In the newer comics he has to help this kid and everyone sees that he's not just a skilled killer, he's really a good guy…it was a fun arc." Ellie grinned at recalling the comic Joel had climbed down a hole in the floor, into a basement to get for her. 

Even though he was distracted by the smile Ellie was finally giving in his direction he saw the blush on your face spread further. 

"So who did you dress up as?" She turned her attention to you.

"Erm…a character from a vampire show and…er…Captain Annabelle Croft." You avoided Joel's quizzical gaze.

"Hunter's girlfriend?" Ellie chucked before jumping off of the counter and shoving the Hunter costume into Joel's arms. She walked off laughing to grab some decades old comic book themed candy. 

It was Joel's turn to blush. He opened his mouth to say something before the sound of Clickers cut him off. 

The warm water of Joel's shower was just what you needed after having to climb through two buildings to pick of the last of the infected this morning. Luckily, the comic book store was only a short ride from Jackson. It was on the patrol route of a couple of older guys who just didn't get the significance of it. It was only when Tommy asked you to cover that you found out about it. Climbing out of the tub, you made your way to Joel's room in your bath robe. Ellie had made it suspiciously clear that she wouldn't be near the house tonight so you left your things on his bed. 

The door to Joel's room was open, you know you left it closed so he must have been in there. When it was clear he wasn't still there you began to undo your robe.

"Don't move." Joel's voice gritted out behind you. 

"What?" His direction confused you. Your body instantly reacted, it froze in place, your breathing slowed, your ears searched for sounds of infected. Your mind knew you were safe here.

"I have orders to bring you in dead or alive." Joel continued.

That was the point when you turned around to come face to face with Hunter. The laughter that peeled out of you was uncontrollable. Joel's own laughter, muffled as it was, joined it. Removing the mask he smiled at you. "That sound was definitely worth strapping all this on. It even got me an hour of no shit from Ellie. I might keep the suit."

Finally calming down, you took Joel in. The amour plates accentuated his muscle thighs, his solid chest and broad shoulders. 

"Maybe you could keep it on for a little while longer." Your fingers traced lightly over his chest plate. 

"You like it, huh?" He smirked. 

Taking his hand, you removed his glove before pressing his hand between your legs. 

"Oh, you really like it." He groaned against your neck as he pressed kisses to it while he slipped his fingers inside of you. 

"Joel? Erm…helmet?" You blushed at your own request.

Thankfully, the helmet covered the shit eater grin he gave you. You were definitely going to hear about that later. With his fingers stretching you and his thumb on your clit, you didn't even care. 

"Look at you. I bet you'd let me cuff you and take you back for the reward the King has for me, as long as I kept doing this. Dirty little thing." Joel teased.

Your inner fangirl squealed as your inner walls gripped him. Joel had actually learned about the character. In the comics he had met his love when she was a bounty he was assigned by the king of a small planet. He definitely didn't make her come on his fingers embarrassingly quickly in the comics. 

Joel slipped his fingers out and under the rim of the helmet to lick them clean. "Maybe this is a better reward. You got anything else for me?"

The words were barely out when you were on your knees for him. The zip of his jumpsuit was down and his cock was in your mouth in seconds. 

"Jesus!" Joel exclaimed. The helmet almost came off of his head at the speed of which he threw his head back. 

"I take it back. The way you suck dick is worth more than any reward." He chuckled as he threaded his fingers into your hair. They rested there as your head bobbed up and down on his length. Your split rolling down over his balls made them easier to manipulate in your hands as you massaged them. Joel's gripped tightened as he urged you off of him. 

"I want to feel that little pussy around my cock before I come." He helped you up as he spoke. 

Not being able to kiss him was a little strange so you pressed a kiss to his ungloved hand. 

"If I let you fuck this pussy with you let me go?" You asked, dropping your robe. 

"I'll be honest. I don't know. I might just have to keep you for myself." He surged forward and grabbed you against his chest. You giggled as you turn him toward the bed. "Sit up, at the headboard."

He did as he was told before you straddled his lap. His groan echoed around his helmet as you sunk all the way down on to him. 

"Maybe I should run. Then you'd have to catch me and cuff me." You panted as you began to ride him.

Joel picked up what your were putting down real quick. He grabbed you hands in his, holding them behind your back. He used his grip on you to help you bounce on him. The next few minutes were an intense mix of skin slapping on skin, the wet sound of Joel's girth sliding in and out and your collective moans as you rode him with all your worth. Joel did enough for you but Joel dresses as your favourite fantasy had you feral.

"I don't think I need to hold you. You ain't running anywhere. Not away from a fucking like this." He let go of your hands allowing you to grip his headboard and bouncing even harder on him. 

"You want me to give up my bounty? Then you better come for me. Soak my cock." His dirty words were enough to push you over the edge you'd been balanced on pretty much since he entered you. 

"Oh fuck, yes! You feel so good, Baby." He groaned as your pussy tried to milk him. "Oh shit." He pulled out, your hand joining his jerked him a few times before he shot his load. Some of it spurting as high as your breasts.

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Suddenly, he wrenched the helmet off his head. His face was flushed. His curls were drenched with sweat. It dripped down the sides of his face. "You had to have a thing for the guy with the helmet?!" 

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#pedro pascal character fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller smut #soft joel miller

[chee-shep]

hi idk if you accept something along the lines of one shots

it’s in regards to your teen pregnancy Drabble but can I please request a plot that goes something along the lines of sanemi finding out on the 6th month of y/n pregnancy and scolding genya, and whether he rejects or accepts it, it’s up to you.

But I thank you again for reading my message.😊❤️🤞🏼✨

Ah, thank you for the request! Sorry it took so long to do! I wasn't to sure how to make Sanemi in this one, but I think his attitude is alright. I can see Sanemi being upset with Genya, but I don't think he can be too angry with a pregnant woman XD

“This is more exhausting than I thought it’d be.” You said as you sat down on the engawa of the butterfly mansion. You were six months into your pregnancy with Genya and were starting to feel the weight of it all, literally and physically. You’d always been a hard worker, always on the move and doing everything you could. But now, carrying this baby meant you couldn’t do that anymore.

You eagerly turned your head when you heard footsteps, thinking Genya had returned so he could accompany you for your next check-up with Shinobu, but it wasn’t him. Walking down the engawa was a white haired man, covered in scars with lavender eyes. It took you a moment to realize that this might be Genya’s older brother.

You hadn’t seen Samei before, only having a description from Genya. Despite all the scary things you’ve heard from core members about the Wind Hashira, Genya’s description was always different. He always described how they were as children, along with his regret for lashing out at the time of their mother’s death.

While meeting your partner’s family would usually be considered a normal, or even a wonderful, occasion you weren’t so sure about it. The irritated look on Sanemi’s face made it clear to you that if there was a good time to introduce yourself, now was not that time. As he turned into the mansion and walked away, you felt yourself relax a bit.

But that relaxation was short lived as you heard a voice call out.

“(Y/N)!”

Turning your head you saw Genya coming towards you, a little battered from his last battle but happy to see you. He rushed over, helping you stand up before embracing you. During the hug you debated if you should ask about Sanemi. Should you mention that you think you saw him? As you mind raced, Genya took notice. “Hey, are you okay?”

Deciding that now wasn't a good time for a family reunion, you shook your head and smiled at him. “I’m fine, Genya, just feeling a little tired.” You said as he kissed your forehead, looking a bit relieved after hearing your excuse. After taking your hand the two of you walked to find Shinobu, aware that the Wind Hashira was watching the two of you from a distance.

The check-up with Shinobu was routine, making sure that the way you felt was normal, along with the advice that it’d be best if you didn’t find out if the baby would inherit Genya’s demon consumption abilities. As the check-up concluded Shinobu made a strange comment, “You’re doing fine (Y/N), but it seems you two have a visitor waiting. Are you coming in, Shinazugawa?”

Genya stiffened up as Shinobu got up and left the room. And since she had called Sanemi out for eavesdropping, he didn’t have much of a choice to at least make some kind of interaction. Telling himself to keep it brief, he stepped into the room with a stern look as he stared down Genya, not focusing too much on you.

Sanemi’s stern expression hid his internal conflict. While he was happy his little found love and that he was going to become an uncle, he couldn’t help but feel a bit frusterated. Maybe he had been hoping Genya would have been a bit more responsible, but this was a 16 year old after all, and he could help but wonder if he had been around more maybe this wouldn’t be happening with him so young.

He couldn’t really be too mad at you since well… he wouldn’t want to make the only person his little brother had so close to feel like she’d made a mistake about being with him. While Genya and Sanemi’s interactions could usually be described as tense and verbally rough, but right now Sanemi could only bite his tongue. You were pregnant and he didn’t want to cause too much stress and make a scene.

Genya knew that another attempt to reconcile wouldn’t be good right now since he could tell how nervous you were. Trying to remain as relaxed as possible he introduced you to Sanemi, mentioning that you had three months left.

Sanemi didn’t say much, nodding everytime Genya went into more detail, the conversation lasting longer than you thought. Genya gave Sanemi the chance to speak, but he seemed to keep his mouth shut. His emotions left him feeling torn, and so there was only one line he could get out without taking it too far, “You two should’ve been a bit more carefull.”

And with that, Sanemi turned around, heading for the door to leave. As he was leaving you couldn’t help but ask, “Won’t you come back and say hello to the baby after it’s born?” It probably wasn’t a good thing to ask, and you had no idea what the hell compelled you to ask. Genya tensed up as you asked that, looking at you out the corner of his eye as if you were crazy.

But the response the white haired hot-head gave surprised you both…

“I’ll think about it.”

It’s been a while since I’ve written a drabble/one shot. I accidentally started writing like I do with Character AI a few times XD

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #genya x y/n #genya x reader #genya x you #genya shinazugawa x reader #genya shinazugawa x y/n #genya shinazugawa x you #genya drabble #genya one shot

[vintagepresley]

68' Comeback Special... Part 10.1

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 5,952 Words

Warnings: 18+ Pregnancy complications, talks of blood, cursing, mentions of a emergency c-section, panic attack, and tons of cute fluff, typical Elvis stuff.

Author's Notes: ELVIS IS A DADDDY. Hi y'all, sorry this took me so long to get out. I will be splitting this last part into two because it became so long. But I promise to get that out faster than I did this one. But thank you for being so patient. I promise some smut will be in the next one!! Check out the Elvis song ‘My Happiness’ if you haven’t heard it already! Possible spelling errors. (side note: @moonchild-daniella I used one of the baby names you suggested! thank you!)

My Happiness...

“E-Elvis… W-Where’s Elvis…” you repeated over and over unaware of what was happening around you as the paramedics wheeled you out the ambulance into the hospital. Your mother was at your side trying her best to stay calm and reassuring you that Elvis would be there. She was shaken up even more when the doctors wouldn’t allow her into the operating room with you. She stood in the hallway pacing back and forth nervously as she waited for your father to arrive at the hospital, but who she saw instead was Jerry the man she remembered who brought you home. She quite relieved to see a familiar face and she ran over to him giving him the tightest hug. “I came as soon as I heard. What happened?!” he said worriedly as he pulled back from the hug. “I-I don’t know. One minute she was fine and then the next she wasn’t and there was so much blood.” She cried and Jerry embraced her into another hug and soon after your father arrived and the three of them waited patiently for answers. Jerry was waiting to hear any updates from some of the guys who were in California and had been in contact with Elvis from the plane. Jerry hoped that nothing would happen to you or the baby. He knew Elvis would blame himself and he wouldn’t be able to handle it which only send him down a dark spiral. Tenses were on high and by now your mother was inconsolable because of how long they were taking to let them all know what was going on. 

In the operating room where you were less than coherent you just couldn’t stop mumbling on about Elvis and how he needed to be here until they had sedated you and began to work hard at trying to stop the bleeding and finding the source of the problem and after about an hour of waiting and no answers your mother, father, and Jerry hopped to their feet the moment they saw the doctor walking to them and it was hard to tell if he had good news or bad news. As the doctor approached, he let out a soft sigh. “Well, we’ve got the bleeding to stop, but we did discover that she had an infection and severe inflammation. Had she been complaining about any kind of unusual pain?” he asked. Your mother shook her head. “N-No, she seemed to have the usual problems back pain, swelling if there was anything else going on she hadn’t told me.” She responses. “So, what does that mean doctor? Is she and the baby going to be alright?” your father chimes in. “For now, she and the baby are both stable, but we’re still looking to see just how much the infection spread and if it’s affected the baby and if so, we unfortunately may have to do an emergency c-section, if we can’t stop it.” He says softly.  “What?! She’s not due for another month. What will happen to the baby?” your mother says frantically. “If all goes well the baby should be fine, it may have to spend some time in the NICU but that’s normal with premature babies.” He said trying to assure your mother of her fears before he went back to the operation room.

Your mother couldn’t believe what she was hearing, and your father consoled her that the doctors know what they are doing and that they will both be okay. Jerry didn’t know what to do and he was so worried that Elvis wouldn’t make it in time if they did have to perform an emergency c-section, he quickly walked off to find a payphone to see if there were any other updates on Elvis’ flight. He dialed the number to the phone on his private plane and nervously holding the phone up to his ear as the line trilled quietly and suddenly Charile picked up the phone. “Hello?” he said. “Charlie, it’s Jerry, how much longer until you guys get here?” Jerry asked. “Oh hey, Jerry, it’s lookin’ like another hour or two. How is she? The baby?” he says he looks over at Elvis who was staring out of the plane window with a look of worry and panic on his face, but he tried to keep it together. But when he heard Charlie speaking about you, he jumped out of his seat and demanded for him to give him the phone. Charlie handed the phone over to him and his voice was shaky and frantic sounding. “Jerry? What’s going on? How’s my girl?” he asks nervously. “Doctor said she had some kind of infection or inflammation and that they’re checking to see if it’s affected baby.” He paused for a moment and let out a soft sigh. “What? What is it?” Elvis panicked. “Listen man.. They said if the infection has spread, they’re going to have to get baby out.” Jerry said hesitately. “What?! But it’s not time! W-What if something happens to the baby? H-How can they just do that!?” his voice shaky and he was nearly on the verge of tears. “Elvis, listen to me, the doctors say the baby should be fine it’ll have to spend some time in the hospital. But things should be fine.” Jerry tried to reassure him not really feeling confident about things himself, but the last thing he wanted was for Elvis to drive himself mad with worry. 

Elvis exhaled softly as he nodded at Jerry’s reassuring words. “T-Thank you, Jerry. Thank you for being there for her. I.. I’m sorry for everything.” He said softly. “Ah, I forgotten all about that. It’s all in the past and you don’t need to thank me I care about her and you. You’re my best friends.” Jerry smiled. Elvis chuckled softly with the first smile he’s had all day. “I’ll see you soon and if anything changes call me right away.” He says. “Of course, man.” Jerry responded before hanging up the phone and heading back over to your parents as the three of them continued to wait for more answers. Elvis had several things going through his mind and speaking with Jerry helped him a bit, but he was still so worried. You were the love of his life the woman that was going to make him a father and he lost you he’d have nothing. He didn’t care about anything else in his life especially if you weren’t around. Now with the possibility of you having the baby early he was just a nervous wreck. But the only thing he could do, what he knew that could help was praying and that’s what he did the entire way to California. Joe and Charlie wished that there was something that they could do, but neither of them knew what to say or how to even comfort their friend. But much like Jerry they were going to do their best to reassure him that you would be okay. 

Another long hour had passed and as the doctor came walking back out your parents, and Jerry all stood up hoping to hear good news, but as the doctor let out a sigh they couldn’t tell if what he was about to say was good or bad. “Just tell us straight out, doctor.” Your father said nervously. “Unfortunately, it looks like an emergency c-section is our only option due to the infection spreading to the baby. So far, the baby from what we could tell is okay, again once we do this the baby will need to be in NICU for a bit. But mother and child should be okay, it’s good thing you brought her to the hospital when you did.” He nodded. Your mother and father were beside themselves but trusting that their daughter and grandchild were in good hands. Jerry was completely panicked still seeing there was no sign of Elvis. “I-I’ve gotta call Elvis... He needs to be here.” Jerry says before running off to the payphone. Jerry frantically adding money into the payphone and dialing the number to Elvis’ plane, nervously waiting for someone to pick up as the line shrilled, once again Charlie answered. “Hello?” he said. “Charlie, put Elvis on the phone now.” Jerry said frantically. Charlie quickly let Elvis know Jerry was on the phone and Elvis took the phone quick. “What’s the matter? What happened?” Elvis says panicked. “Where are you? How long until you get here? They’re going through with the c-section.” Jerry blurts out. “Goddamn it! We should be landing in about 20 minutes. You gotta try to get them to wait, man... I-I-I can’t miss the birth of my child. I need to be there for Y/N.” he said with a sadness in a voice but still freaked out. 

Jerry sighs. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to do that, Elvis. I don’t know if they can wait. But I guess I’ll try.” He says unsure of himself. “Please Jerry, please..” Elvis pleads. “Okay, okay, just hurry.” Jerry says before hanging up, he was going to do everything he could to try to slow the process, but if there’s no chance of that Jerry didn’t know what he was going to do and he knew Elvis would feel even worse about this situation if he couldn’t be there for you when you would need him the most. He had just caught the doctor before he was about to walk away as he came back over to your parents. “Doctor?” Jerry calls out to him. The doctor stopping in his tracks and turning back around to catch Jerry’s worried gaze. “I know this is gonna sound crazy, but is there any way to hold off until the father is here? He’s landing in 20 minutes and shouldn’t take him long to get here.” Jerry asks quite nervously. “Uh, I don’t know.. The sooner we do this the better.” the doctor insists. “I-I know, but he doesn’t want to miss the birth of his child. If it’s no harm to her or the baby, is it possible?” Jerry asked. The doctor exhaled softly. “I’ll see what I can do..” he says softly before walking away. Jerry let out a relieved sigh, hoping that they’d be able to, he nervously continued to check his watch waiting for Elvis to show up. 

You were still under the anesthesia having no idea what was going on in outside world but as you were knocked out on that cold table with doctors and nurses buzzing around you, your mind was still running and you had no idea that you were in a dream the last moments you remember calling out to Elvis and in your dream Elvis never makes it to the hospital and it was turning into a nightmare, taking the turn for the worse the very thought of losing your child crept into this dream and all you felt was guilt. That this was all your fault, that if you hadn’t angered him, left or if you had gone back when he asked, he would’ve been here for you, maybe none of this would’ve happened. You’d have your happy little family with Elvis. You were wavering in and out of your dream and sometimes hearing the faint sounds of the beeping hospital machines, distant chatter, but unable to open your eyes and you’d eventually fall back into that deep slumber until you could no longer hear the noises. 

Jerry was a nervous wreck as if he was the one becoming a father as he stared at his watch and the entry way of the hospital hoping Elvis would be walking through it. Elvis had landed and he was on his way as quick as he could be to the hospital, the guys doing their best to avoid the pesky LA traffic. The doctor came walking back out and feeling that he had held off on the operation long enough, telling Jerry and your parents that he understands the situation, but they need to operate for the sake of the mother and child. Just as Jerry was about to give up and agree for them to do what they need to do; Elvis came bursting into the hospital like a bat out of hell with the rest of the guys and his father following behind him and he came rushing over to Jerry and your parents’ side. “Where is she? Where’s my girl?!” he said frantically. The doctor in shock to see who the father was, and he was starstruck for just a moment. Jerry felt so relieved to see Elvis and felt like he could finally relax for a moment. “Thank god, you made it!” Jerry says with a soft sigh. Once the doctor got control of the room and setting aside who was standing before him. His tone was quite serious. “She’s in the operating room right now. We need to do the c-section; we will not wait any longer. We can get you in the proper attire to be with her in the room.” The doctor said with a nod. Elvis nodding swiftly to the doctors’ words. “Well, let’s not wait any longer, doc, let’s go.” Elvis said calmly, but still visibly nervous. 

Everyone looked on as they watched Elvis headed back with the doctor and he was taking slow breathes trying to keep calm, not only was he nervous for your wellbeing and his child’s, but he was nervous about also becoming a father. As they suited him up in the proper PPE he could see you through the little glass window lying on the operating table asleep, he clenched his jaw at the sight and then he was following the doctor inside, the nurses and doctors fully aware of who he was but treating him like any concerned father-to-be, he rushed to your side, taking your left hand into his as his other hand gently brushed over your hair, giving your cheek soft kisses and remembering that your father had told him you were calling out for him as they took you to the hospital.  “I’m here, little one, I’m here. I wouldn’t dare let you do this alone...” he whispered in your ear as he grasped your hand tighter, continuing to gently stroke your hair. He looked on nervously as he watched the doctors begin the operation, they had put a separation curtain to shield Elvis from seeing them cut you open. He was doing everything he could to not let his nerves get the better of him, “You’re gonna be okay, little, I just know it. The baby’s gonna be okay.” He whispered unsure if he was trying to convince himself more than you, he was scared. He'd never been more scared of anything in his entire life until this moment. This was supposed to be a happy moment, he had planned on passing out cigars and celebrating. But all he could feel was fear, fear that the worse would happen. But he had prayed, prayed so hard on that plane that you and the baby would be okay. 

Your parents, Vernon, Jerry, and the other members of the Memphis Mafia were waiting anxiously in the waiting room, desperately wanting some sort of update, but it would be another hour or two before they got any answers. Elvis was never let go of your hand as he continued to whisper into your ear how much he loved you and that you’d be okay. “I promise you things are going to be different... I promise…” he mumbled, he still blamed himself for all of this, he should have never put his hands on you, maybe you would’ve stayed, and this wouldn’t be happening, but he couldn’t dwell on that. He needed to be in this moment with you, he needed to be here for you even if you couldn’t hear him or feel that he was right by your side. After for what seemed like a lifetime the doctors were finally able to get the baby out and Elvis’ face lit up when he heard the cutest little cry the moment, they had the baby in their arms. “Congrats, Mr. Presley, you’re the father of a little girl.” The doctor said happily. Elvis smiled proudly as he let out a shaky sigh as his eyes began to well up with tears and he leaned back down toward you, running his hand gently along your face. “Ya hear that, baby? It’s a little girl! We made a beautiful little girl.” He said happily, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. “Would you like to cut the umbilical cord, Mr. Presley?” the doctor asked. Elvis laughed nervously, nodded excitedly. He brought your hand up to his lips and giving it a gentle kiss before he had let it go and went over to the doctor who had handed him a pair of clamps and Elvis like a proud daddy cut the cord as he beamed down at his tiny child. 

He watched as the nurses took her to clean her up so Elvis would be able to hold her before they took her down to the NICU. He walked back by your side smiling and leaning back down toward you as the doctors began to clean you up and close you back up. “She’s beautiful, Y/N. I-I can’t wait for you to see her when you wake up..” He whispered. One of the nurses happily carrying the swaddled little baby came over to Elvis. “Ready to hold your newborn, Mr. Presley?” she asked. He nodded quickly; a bit nervous about holding such a tiny human. “Uh, I guess so..” he chuckled softly. He held his arms out and she carefully placed the little baby in his arms, he had a protective hold over her, still so nervous about holding such a delicate little thing, she was so tiny, he was afraid of hurting her, but when he looked down at her and saw her little face that was freshly cleaned, all those nerves had washed away, it felt as if he was falling in love all over again, now those tears that welled once again in his eyes and they began to stream down his face and all the nurses watching the sweet moment in awe. “Do you have a name for her?” One of the nurses asked. Elvis carefully wiped the tears from his eyes as he continued to stare down at his little girl and then he looked at the nurse and let out a soft chuckle. “No, actually... I mean, my wife and I made a list of names dependin’ on if it were a boy or girl. But we never actually chose anythin’.” He said softly, glancing over at you and then back at the nurses. “I-I think I’ll wait until I can talk to her.” He nodded, staring back down at the little angel in his arms, giving her the gentlest kiss. “Beautiful... Just like your mama.” He whispered to her. 

But before he knew it that precious moment was over as the nurses had to take her back to get her down to the NICU, though she was only a month early, they still wanted to make sure she was health and fully developed, he didn’t want to let her go, but he knew she’d be in the best care and that now he needed to be with you when you woke up, the doctors had finished getting you all stitched up and now pulling you from under the anesthesia, but the doctor said it would probably be a few hours before you actually woke up because it affected everyone differently. He followed them out of the operating room as they began to transfer you to a room, Jerry having taken the liberty to getting you a private room like Elvis would’ve done himself. Once they got you to the room Elvis had made himself comfortable in the chair that sat beside your hospital bed, holding your hand in his, and the doctor said he’d let everyone know the news. Elvis nodded, thanking the doctor for all his help and then he turned his attention back to you once the doctor had left. He didn’t know how long it would be before you woke up, but he was going to be by your side the entire time. The doctor had let everyone know the good news and allowed them all to come back to where you and Elvis were and allowing you all to have time with each other and the moment, they saw Elvis he got up from where he was sitting and embracing your parents and his father in a tight hug. “You’re all grandparents of a little girl!” he said happily with a soft chuckle. “Congratulations, son.” Vernon said with a smile. Your mother rushed to your side, kissing your forehead, and letting out a relieved sigh seeing that you were okay. “Where’s the baby?” your mother asked. “She’s down in NICU. I think once they’ve got her settled down there, we can all go visit her. She’s angel... A beautiful little angel. That I can’t believe I had hand in making.” Elvis said so proudly. 

Everyone was happy for the both of you and seeing how happy Elvis was and the smile that couldn’t seem to leave his face. They could tell that seeing that little baby had completely changed everything for him in one instant. After while everyone had left and Elvis had told your parents to go home and get some rest after they had spent hours at the hospital, he assured your parents that he’d be by your side the entire time in case anything happened and that when you woke up, they’d be the first to know. As Jerry was getting ready to head up Elvis had stopped him as he followed him out of the room. “Jerry?” Elvis said softly. “Yeah, E?” he answered tiredly. “Will you stay? I-I feel like she’d like it if you were here too. You really looked out for her, and I’d appreciate it.” He said, giving Jerry’s arm a pat. “Of course, Elvis.” He smiled and though they never really hugged each other, Elvis couldn’t stop himself from pulling Jerry into a hug, the two men embracing and forgetting why they even were mad at each other in the first place. Elvis knew he could always count on Jerry to look after you and there wasn’t anyone else, he’d want doing it, he also knew he’d be there to look after your daughter if he ever needed to. Elvis pulled back with a smile and nodded at him the two of them headed into the room and Elvis sat back in the chair beside your bed and Jerry sat in the chair by the door, taking the time to get a bit of sleep. But Elvis couldn’t sleep, he wouldn’t, he just wanted you awake. So, for the next for hours Elvis held your hand and spoke softly to you in hopes that you’d hear him. 

A few hours had passed, and Elvis had dozed off without having realized it. You had finally woken up from what felt like an eternity of sleep, but you weren’t aware of where you were or what was happening that when you did finally open your eyes, you thought you were still in that terrible nightmare, and you woke up in such a panic and in pain, crying hysterically and calling for Elvis. You scared Elvis out of his sleep and when he saw you were awake and in such a state of shock, practically hyperventilating and throwing yourself into a panic attack. He climbed into the bed with you as quick as he could, cupping your face in his hands, trying his best to soothe you “B-Baby, baby, I’m here… I’m right here, honey. Shhh.. I’m right here. Look at me, baby. I’m right here.” He said softly, Jerry had woken up from all the commotion, half asleep unsure what was happening. You were breathing heavily, your chest heaving rapidly as you slowly raised your head up to see Elvis through your teary eyes. When his gaze met yours, he smiled. “Just breathe, baby.. I’m here, see?” He hummed as the pad of his thumbs grazed gently along your flush cheeks. You took deep breaths when you realized Elvis was truly there and you flung your arms around him as you cried softly into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head as he rubbed your back soothingly. “Oh, Elvis, you’re really here..” you said softly trying to choke back your quiet sobs. “Of course I am, little one.. I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” He mumbled softly, looking over at Jerry and signaling for him to get the doctor. Jerry nodded and slowly got up from his seat and leaving the room to find the doctor. 

“I had the most terrible dream... You weren’t here and the baby... I-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence because you had begun to realize something about you was different, it felt different, you pulled back from Elvis and ripping your blankets off, seeing your once swollen stomach was no longer there. “W-Where’s the baby? What happened?!” you began to spiral and panic again. Elvis quickly went to calm you, taking your face in his hands again. “Baby, listen to me, everything is okay, the baby she’s okay.. They had to do an emergency c-section. You had some sort of infection. But you’re okay and so is she.” He smiled. You took a deep breath as you calmed yourself as you stared up at Elvis. “S-She? It’s a girl?” you asked with tears in your eyes, but this time they were happy tears. “Yes, darlin’, it’s a girl. A beautiful little girl. She’s so tiny.” He smiled widely. “Where is she? I want to see her. I want to hold her. Where’s my baby?” you asked frantically. “Y/N, she’s down in NICU. She’s okay, but since she was born a bit early, they had to take her down there.” He says calmly, trying to keep you from having another panic attack. “I wanna see her, can I see her?” you asked still a bit frantic. Before he answered Jerry had finally found the doctor and when he came walking in, he was happy to see you were awake. “Mrs. Presley, how are you feeling?” The doctor asks. “I want to see my daughter.” You said sternly. “Alright, honey, we can arrange that. But I just want to see how you’re doing and discuss some things with the both of you.” He said with a nod. Elvis raised an eyebrow. “Is everything alright, doc?” Elvis asked. 

You laid back against the bed as you winced in pain, staring up at the doctor as he checked your vitals and your stitches, seeing that everything seemed to be holding up. “Is something wrong with our daughter?” you asked. Jerry felt a bit awkward being in the room, but he knew Elvis wanted him to stay so he sat back down quietly in his chair. “Your daughter is doing okay, she was having some issues with her breathing, but that is normal with premature babies. She will need to stay in the hospital for a weeks, just so we can monitor her. But she’s doing okay.” He said and you squeezed Elvis’ hand tight as you got filled with worry. “Can we see her? Please?” Elvis said. “Of course, I’ll have one of the nurses bring in a wheelchair and they’ll take you down.” He said with a nod. “Thank you, doctor.” Elvis said, bringing your hand up to his lips and giving it a few light kisses as he watched the doctor leave. “Hey Jerry, could you give us a moment?” Elvis asked. “Sure, E.” he said, getting up and closing the room door behind him as he headed out, stood outside the room. You stared at Elvis. “W-What’s wrong, Elvis?” you asked nervously. “Nothing, baby. I just…” he took both of your hands into his and suddenly he began to cry. “Elvis?” you said a bit concerned. You’ve never seen him break down like this before. “Y/N, I’m so sorry for everything... I-I thought I was going to lose you, our daughter. I was so scared that I was going to be alone, losing the two most important people in my life. I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I prayed, baby… The whole flight here to not lose you either of you. I-.. This is my fault... You should’ve been in Memphis.” He said between his soft cries, his head hanging low. 

You stared at him for a moment and wiggled one of your hands out of his grip and brought it up to gently comb through his hair, letting out a soft sigh because you had also blamed yourself for this situation. “Elvis.. This is not your fault. You hear me? I blamed myself for this as well.. Maybe if I didn’t get you angry or if I had just stayed. But either way, neither one of us could’ve known that I had some sort of infection. All that matters is that you made it here. That’s all I wanted. I was so scared because you weren’t here. There was no one else I wanted but you, baby. Of course, you found a way to be here and see the birth of our little girl. I can always count on you to be there.” You smiled tiredly. He slowly lifted his head as he wiped his eyes, nodding. “I’m always going to be here for you, Y/N. No matter what I will always be here. For you and our little girl. I swear to you that things are going to change when we get back home.” He nodded, kissing your hand over and over. You smiled at his words and quickly wiping your tears that streamed down your face. “I love you so much.” You said softly. He smiled and he leaned forward and being careful not to hurt you he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, and you lightly cupped his face in your hands. “I love you so much more.” He mumbled on your lips, a light knock at the door and Elvis slowly pulled back as the nurse came inside with a wheelchair for you, Elvis quickly wiping the rest of his tears when Jerry followed behind her, Elvis got out of the bed and gestured for Jerry to help him get you into the wheelchair and the two of them carefully helped you out of the bed, your arms draping over either one of them and you smiled. “Hi Jerry..” you said softly. “Hi, Y/N.” he smiled as they got you into the chair and the nurse wheeling you out and Elvis wrapped his arms around Jerry with a smile. “Let’s go see my little girl.” He said with a grin as the two of them followed behind the nurse who was wheeling you down to the NICU. Your heart was racing because you were finally going to see your little baby, something you had been dreaming of for months. When you reached the NICU the nurse had wheeled you inside the room where all the little premature babies were, and the nurse turned to Elvis and Jerry. “Only one of you will be able to come inside with her.” She spoke. Jerry patted Elvis’ back with a smile. “Go see your daughter. I’ll wait here.” He said softly. Elvis smiled widely and nodded before going inside and joining you, the two of you needing to wash your hands and she handed you both gloves and Elvis a gown as well to put on, once you both had those things on, the nurse wheeled you over to the little incubator that she was lying in and a soft gasp left your lips as tears filled your eyes at the sight of her, the nurse leaving you two alone with her. “Oh my god..” you mumbled.

Elvis grinned widely seeing his little girl again. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” he beamed. “She’s perfect… A splitting image of her daddy.” You said as you smiled up at him. He laughed softly. “I thought she looked more like you.” He grinned. “Not a chance... That’s all you.” You whispered with a soft laugh. “Did you get to hold her?” you asked him. He nodded slowly with a smile, though he could see the sadness on your face because you wanted to hold her as well. You let out a soft sigh. “Elvis, I want to hold her.. Do you think they will let me?” you asked softly. “I’ll ask her, baby.” He said, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as he went to find the nurse and you stuck one of your hands through the little holes that were on the sides of the incubator, gently touching her little hand and smiling when she grasped one of your fingers, watching kick her little feet. “Hi baby, it’s mommy.” you whispered, smiling at her. Elvis had come back with the nurse who he had convinced to let you hold her for a few minutes. She carefully opened the incubator and scooped the little newborn into arms and putting her into a nice little swaddle before she carefully handed you your little baby. Your face completely lit up the moment you cradled her in your arms and Elvis smiled happily, thanking the nurse. “Oh, Elvis, she’s so cute.. she’s your twin.” You giggled quietly. He chuckled softly, smiling down at the both of you. He had never felt more happiness than what he felt in the moment he held her and this moment now being with his two favorite girls. He kneeled beside you as the two of you fawned over your little bundle of joy. “She needs a name.” you whispered softly. “What did you have in mind, baby?” he whispered. “Hm.. How’s Ada Elvira Presley? She is your twin after all.” You laughed. Elvis grinned. “I love it.” He hummed as he kissed your cheek. “Little Ada.” you whispered to her as you brushed a finger along her little cheek. 

“Our precious little Ada..” Elvis whispered. “Did you wanna hold her again before the nurse came back?” you asked him. “Oh, uh, yeah..” he laughed nervously, he was so afraid of hurting her, but he knew those nerves would go away like they did the first time. He stood up and carefully scooped her out of your arms and he cradled her in his and he was smiling so wide his face hurt. “She’s so tiny..” he mumbled. You smiled watching Elvis with little Ada and seeing how adorable he was with her as he carefully rocked her in his arms. “Why don’t you sing one of your songs to her? Like you did when she was in my tummy. She always loved hearing her daddy sing.” You said with a smile. He nodded at your words with a smile, and he thought for a moment of what he could sing to her, but then it came to him, and he began to hum an old song of his, ‘My Happiness’ and then he softly began to sing a few of the lyrics to her as he continued to rock her gently he sung:

There’ll be no blue memories then whether skies are grey or blue, any place on earth will do, just as long as I’m with you... My happiness...

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Tagging: @elvisgirl35 @godlypresley @lindszeppelin @kaitaesupremacy @powerofelvis @re3kin @elvisdoll @pennyroyalcreep @ilovehobi101 @presleyturner @presleybewbie @samfangirls @peaceloveelvis @moonchild-daniella @generoustreemystic @urlittledairyqueen @kingdomforapony @prayerstopresley @ccab @literally-just-elvis-fics @bigromansgirl-blog

sorry if I missed anyone, I've made so many new friends since I wrote part nine. But let me know if you want to be tagged in the last part!

#Elvis Presley #elvis x reader #elvis x you #Elvis x y/n #elvis fluff #elvis angst #elvis imagine #elvis fanfic #comeback special

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Picture taken from @sapphictemple 's Sevika pic folder and edited. Go check it out.

Pairing: Sevika x g/n reader

Tags: nsfw - oral. Established relationship, Sevika’s on the receiving end for once.

Summary: poor Sevika has had a long day fighting paperwork. She probably needs to relieve some stress. Why not try something new?

Word count: 2.9k (cheers)

Notes: Started making it. Had a breakdown. Bon appetite.

For real though, I’ve had a real shitty week so any nice comments/reblogs would make me so happy. And it’s been a while since I wrote smut. I really like how it turned out, despite the events of this past week. Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ❤

As you rounded the corner on your way to The Last Drop, you noticed that most of the lights had already been turned off for the night. You hadn’t even realized it was that late already. Not that it mattered, you were quite comfortable being active and awake all throughout the night, right up until the early hours of the morning. It also didn’t matter that the bar was already closed. You weren’t there to party, you were there for one person and one person only: your girlfriend.

The front doors were already locked, but some of the lights inside were still on. Peeking through the windows, you could see the vague outline of a person sitting at a desk near the back of the room. No doubt about it, that had to be the woman you were coming to see. As you looked around for a second longer, you noticed there wasn’t anyone else around. You grinned as you realized this might be the perfect time to attempt a little thing you had been wanting to try for a while now. The Last Drop, entirely vacant, doors locked, granting you the most privacy you could possibly get in this nightlife hotspot. A hotspot that was always so crowded. Except for now. Exciting.

You quickly made your way to the side entrance, a partially hidden door reserved for employees and “special guests”. As you pushed it open, you called out for your girlfriend to announce your presence as a “special guest” and not a thief looking to get their hands on the contents of the register behind the bar.

“Sevi?” you called out to no response. You couldn’t yet see her from where you were right now.

Oh god. What if it hadn’t been Sevika you saw through the window. Maybe it had been Silco. In a really big coat.

“Oh, thank god.” you sighed as the desk in the corner of the room came into view and you realized it was, in fact, your girlfriend sitting at the desk as usual. Sevika raised an eyebrow at you as you approached her.

“Thank god I’m stuck at this desk?” she said, sounding more than a little annoyed.

“No, it’s just- no, actually, nevermind.” you walked up to her desk and took a seat right on top of it. You’d rather sit in her lap, but that spot wasn’t available right now. The desk was a mess, there was barely enough space for you to sit. Little piles of papers and notes were everywhere with tools and small loose bits of machinery mixed among them. From the looks of it, she had been combining paperwork with some maintenance on her mechanical arm.

“I was waiting for you at home,” you spoke, reaching out to touch her hand, “but you were taking too long, so I came to see you.”

Sevika allowed you to touch her, but she didn’t return the gesture like she’d usually do when you two were alone.

“Well, yeah, it’s one of those days. Lots of work. Nothing I can do about it.” she huffed, taking back her hand to get back to the work on her desk.

“Sure you could.” you smiled sweetly, tilting your head to the side. “You could finish it.”

“No shit.”

Right. Seemed like humor wasn’t working on her tonight.

“How much longer, do you think?” you asked, trying a more compassionate approach. You leaned over to take a look at what she was working on. Shimmer shipment details and numbers. Boring stuff. The kind of stuff that would make her extra grumpy.

“I’m almost done. Twenty minutes or so.”

“Can I help?”

“Yes. Stop distracting me.” she glared at you.

“Alright. Fine.” you grumbled, getting ready to hop off the desk again. Sevika quickly reached out to grab your arm before you could do so.

“Didn’t say I don’t want your company.” she said without looking up from her papers. Seems like she had realized she was being a bit harsh.

You smiled at her and turned around on the desk to face her, swinging your legs over to the other side so you could rest one of your feet on her thigh. Immediately regretting her decision to be nice to you, she shot you another glare, but you just glanced around the room, feigning ignorance. Sevika let out a long, deep sigh, and continued with her work, trying her best to ignore you for the time being.

Now all you could do was wait for your girlfriend to finish her work. You took your time to study Sevika’s beautiful features, something you loved to do whenever you were near her but she was too busy with other things to pay attention to you. You noticed her brow was more furrowed than usual. By the way she kept blinking, you could tell that she must be feeling tired. Her shoulders seemed stiff, the rest of her posture seemed to be as well. Her leg, the one you were not currently resting your foot on, was bouncing up and down ever so slightly. She looked incredibly tense, like she had a very long and very annoying day. Luckily, you knew a thing or two to help her get rid of all that tension.

“Almost done.” she mumbled, shoving a few more papers to the side. You took that as your cue to start the little plan that had popped into your mind the second you had seen her through the window, sitting here all by herself in the corner of the now closed bar.

You slowly let your foot slide down her thigh until it was in between her legs. You felt her flinch at the sensation, but she didn’t give you the satisfaction of a further reaction. Displeased, hoping for a slightly more exciting response, you started slowly rubbing the tip of your shoe along the inside of her thigh. Again, you felt her shudder underneath your foot ever so slightly, but that was all you got out of her. You had to stop yourself from grinning when you noticed all the hairs on her arm were now standing up straight. As hard as she was trying not to react, her body could not help itself.

“I thought I told you to stop distracting me.” she said in a tone that was meant to sound intimidating. It didn’t work on you, though. Not right now. You knew that in this case, it was just an empty threat. She could try all she wanted to pretend she wasn’t enjoying this at least a little.

“I’m not distracting. I’m encouraging.” you smiled at her.

Eager to see her react even more, you made a bold move and decided to gently press the tip of your shoe right in between her legs, rubbing it up and down her crotch just once.

A quiet “fuck” escaped her mouth as you felt her whole body twitch underneath you. Finally, a crack in that stoic composure of hers.

Breaking the silence in the building, there was a small noise coming from the direction of the side door, from where you had entered. As if feeling relieved, Sevika shot up from her seat, loudly shoving her chair back as she did. You sighed, rolled your eyes and turned around a little to see where the noise was coming from. One of Silco’s goons had entered the building, holding a small stack of more fucking paperwork. Sevika huffed and straightened her clothes, trying to hide that her breathing had suddenly gotten very heavy from seemingly just sitting still at a desk, and made her way over to the guy awkwardly standing by the door.

“Here’s that report that was missing, boss. It’s-“

“Give me that.” you heard Sevika hiss, followed by the noise of rustling papers.

As Sevika gave the guy an earful about being late, you hopped off the desk and set the second phase of your plan in motion. You were already getting excited, and the best part hadn’t even started yet.

When Sevika returned, she seemed surprised when she noticed you weren’t sitting on her desk anymore. She glanced around before sitting down, jumping in her seat a little once she realized you had hidden yourself underneath the desk.

“Last guy, right? Did you lock the door?” you asked, sitting on the floor underneath Sevika’s desk, pretending to admire its wood grain as you talked.

“I did. What are you doing? Get up.” she demanded as if she had forgotten about your previous interaction just a minute ago. She really wasn’t taking hints well tonight.

“Encouraging you.” you said plainly. “You were almost done, right? I suggest you hurry up.”

Sevika scoffed. “Or else?”

“Or else I’m not rewarding you for working so hard today.”

Something finally seemed to click in her when you saw her eyebrows raise a little once you started running your hands up from her calves to the insides of her thighs.

“What, right now?” she asked, her breathing getting a bit heavier again already. “Why here? Can’t this wait until we’re home?”

“No, because I know how much you like to instantly fall asleep the second you get home after a day like this.”

“I hate how accurate that is.” she chuckled.

For a moment she considered her options, but her decision was quickly made. Without saying another word, she leaned back over the desk and started scribbling on the papers again. You rested your head on her thigh as she worked, continuing to tease the inside of her thighs with your hands as “encouragement”. She carefully pushed you a little closer to her with one of her feet, wordlessly urging you to continue whatever you were doing.

After five more minutes, you were getting impatient. Sure, you had a front-row seat to the best show you could think of, but nothing was happening yet. The scribbling of Sevika’s pen continued and irritated you. Enough was enough. Either she finished her work now or she could finish as she was herself, well, finishing.

You moved in a little closer and moved your hands up to the front of her pants. Slowly, giving her just a little more time to continue her work, you started to undo her belt. A sharp hiss shot out from her metal arm, followed by the sound of her sharp metal fingertips scratching the desk. Good. You were getting her all worked up again.

“No patience, you..” she groaned.

“Hurry the fuck up then.” you said as you fully undid her belt, working your way down to the button and zipper below.

She leaned forward a little more. You heard her curse quietly under her breath again.

“Shit.”

The button now undone as well, you decided to take the zipper in between your teeth and undo it like that. You felt Sevika shudder underneath you.

Then finally, as the zipper was now fully open, her underwear already peeking through, you heard Sevika slam her pen down on the desk. Forcefully, but careful as not to hurt you, she shoved her chair back and raised her hips just enough that she could quickly slide her pants down.

“I’m done.” she growled as she dragged herself forward again to be closer to you, reaching back to take her underwear off as well, but you stopped her from doing so.

“Took you long enough.” you grinned, hooking the fingers of one of your hands underneath the top of the hem of her underwear. Right in front of your face, you could see that a damp patch was already well visible in between her legs. Teasing her a little more, you lightly ran your fingers over it. You heard her sharply inhale as you did.

“About that ‘reward’ I was promised..” Sevika said in between heavy breaths, pushing you a little closer again with the back of her foot, “how about you quit being a nuisance and get to it?”

“Who’s the impatient one now?” you said teasingly before dragging her underwear down in one smooth motion, a sharp contrast to your previous slow teasing that seemed to please Sevika. You were about to please her a whole lot more, though. The sight of her glistening wet in front of you was even better than the front-row seat you had before. This was more like a VIP-ticket. Including a meet-and-greet. Meet-and-eat.

“Fine. How about you say ‘please’ first?” you smiled up at her expectantly.

“No.”

You shrugged. “Oh, well. Was worth a try.”

Sevika wasn’t the type to beg for attention. She knew she would get it one way or another anyway. That didn’t stop you from trying every once in a while, though.

You took in the sight of her all wet and ready and impatient in front of you just once more before you finally went down. Savouring that first taste of her just a little more than usual. She let out a long, shuddering sigh as your mouth finally made contact with that sweet spot. To finally relieve that mutual impatience together, to release that built up tension from the entire day, that relief felt incredibly good.

“Ah, yes, just like that..” Sevika groaned quietly, “keep going. You know how I like it.”

You sure as hell did.

Dragging your tongue up and down her folds, you lapped up everything she was giving you. After the long day at work, her scent was intoxicating, musky and warm and wonderfully her, somehow still not smelling gross like you’d expect someone to smell after a labor-intensive day. You wanted to tell her all about how much you were enjoying her, but for you to talk you would have to pause and you weren’t eager to do that.

You moved up to give her clit some much needed attention, which she happily accepted. With her metal hand clutching the armrest of her chair, Sevika’s free hand quickly found it’s way to your head, intertwining itself in your hair and pushing you down into her a little more. Her foot, still behind you, pushed you a little closer as well. It was almost getting a bit hard to breathe, but not enough to be an issue. But even if it was.. what a way this would be to go.

“Just like that. Perfect.” she panted, already looking perfectly dishevelled.

Her hand on your head and the foot behind you were enough to tell you that she very much still demanded control of the situation, even though you had her fully at your own mercy as well. The balance between both of your needs to be in control made everything feel that much more exciting.

As you continued to eagerly eat her out, juices dripping down your chin, you felt her thigh tense up underneath your hand. A telltale sign that she was getting close. Already?

In an attempt to make the situation last a little longer, you tried to move your mouth down a little again. A rough tug on your hair quickly made you reconsider that decision, moving back up again as quickly as you had tried to go down.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop now.” Sevika growled, her breathing heavy and deep, her body feeling warm and flushed against you.

So you continued as you had before, eagerly licking and sucking and enjoying every little reaction you got out of her. You looked up at her in an attempt to maintain eye contact, but she couldn’t keep her composure anymore. You could feel her thighs tense up again, along with the muscles in her hips and the now painfully tight grip on your hair told you all you needed to know. Still looking up at her, you watched her close her eyes and lean her head back. So close.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” she repeated, breathlessly now. “Please.”

The unexpected please sent shivers up your spine. You knew exactly what you needed to do now.

Keep up the pace. Let her come.

And she did. Moaning and groaning through clenched teeth, trying to not make too much noise in case anyone was somehow still around in the vacant and closed bar. She pulled you in so close you could barely breathe as she rode out her orgasm. Judging by how long it lasted, she must have really, really needed that sweet release. After what felt like forever, she released your head and you took a long, deep breath, thoroughly enjoying the sweet, sweet oxygen.

“That was fast.” you panted, out of breath after nearly being smothered in the best way possible.

“Told you. You know what I like.” she grinned, also out of breath, but for an entirely different reason. The way she said it made it sound like a genuine compliment, a rare treat coming from her.

“One more?” you asked, more than eager to get back to work.

“No, that’s enough,” she chuckled,” You did well. I need to have some energy left to walk home.”

Disappointed but also satisfied, you crawled out from underneath the desk, letting Sevika dress herself again before taking her head in between your hands and giving her a long, deep kiss. Letting her taste herself a little in the meantime from what remained of her on your lips.

“You know..” she mumbled through the kiss, “If all my days behind this desk ended like this, I think I’d be more inclined to take the shifts involving paperwork.”

“You go do that.” you mumbled back at her, your eyes still closed. “Show those papers who’s boss. I’ll sit under your desk all day if it’ll help.”

“I doubt it will.” she snickered. “But it’s something to look forward to, for once.”

Notes: I think I may have a bit of a fixation with desks :v and legs. Definitely legs.

Also, the logistics of (tight) pants and this position are something I’ve yet to experience for myself. I have a hard time picturing it in my head without it looking silly.

You’d think I’d have a thing for almost getting caught doing something somewhere you’re not supposed to, considering I’ve written a scenario like that before. In reality, I have anxiety and would never ever put myself in a situation like that LOL

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x female reader #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #arcane x reader #arcane imagine #arcane imagines #cat writes

[homomenhommes]

STORY: Exact Change

This story was written under the command of, under the influence of, and for the entertainment of, hungkinkbot. As such, the story is really his. It wrote it as his instrument.

Its reward is the opportunity of serving him by writing this and receiving his guidance. 

Part One

It was almost time for the shop to close. Leo hadn’t wanted to stay late, and customers had been sparse, so he had been able to filter in, over the course of the last hour, his end-of-shift work. At the top of the hour all he would have to do is count out his till, take the money to the back, and lock up.

Which suited him. Working until midnight was an unholy pain as it was, without making it worse by having to stay late.

Standing behind the register, shifting his weight from foot to foot, Leo felt eyes suddenly on him. He jumped. Then he saw, and jumped again, worse in fact.

It was a man, six feet tall, slender but with broad shoulders. He wore a striped Fred Perry with the laurel insignia on the pocket and the trademark stripes at the collar and sleeves, tucked into nondescript slacks behind a neat, but plain, belt.

But the man’s head was black rubber. His face and head was a hood, the only skin visible behind the thin ovals of the eyes and the hole that pressed the lips together and out. Leo looked: the man’s arms were black rubber as well, right down to the black shining fingers handling his shopping basket.

Leo had no idea what to say. “You are still open, aren’t you?” the black shape offered, breaking an awkward silence.

“Oh yeah, I am, I’m sorry.” Leo blushed, and started taking the groceries out of the basket and scanning them. He guessed in this neighborhood, he should have long since come to expect this sort of thing.

“So, do you live in the area?” Leo asked, trying to make conversation. Immediately he regretted it. It sounded like he was trying to pick this guy up, which he wasn’t.

He was almost thankful when the black rubber figure obliviously ignored what he said, attentively eying the total on the cash register.

“I mean,” Leo rushed to save himself, “I haven’t seen you in here before.”

Then he realized he could be mistaken. “Of course, I could have, you know. Just you could have been without the, you know—”

Leo was starting to blush. He could feel himself getting flustered. He was almost thankful when the taciturn black figure finally said something.

“It has always worn this.”

Then Leo realized this made no sense. Obviously, this dude was not born in a latex pervert suit. Finally, as he scanned the last item and rung up the total, the obvious response popped into his head. “How long has that been?”

“Seventy-two days.”

“Okay,” he nodded. He was curious to see what kind of card the guy would pay with, and probably would have found reading the name on it irresistible, but instead the curious figure produced cash from his wallet.

Leo made change. “Well like I said, I just haven’t seen you in here before.”

“It has been in service here three days. You asked if it lived here. That is inapplicable.” The consequences to that statement made Leo’s head swim.

“Oh,” Leo said, dully. “Well, welcome to the neighborhood.”

“Thank you. Your courtesy is noted. It will return regularly.” And with that, pocketing the change and taking the bagged groceries, the man in black latex left, the bell on the door ringing behind him as he walked out.

“Fuck!” Leo howled, relieved that awkwardness was done.

Part Two

“Oh, it’s you again.” The man was standing there, tight black rubber wrapping his head, hands hidden behind rubber gloves, but apart from that, wearing jeans, button-up shirt, and sport coat.

“Yes,” he answered.

“Buying the premade protein shakes again? I think with this, you’ll have bought us out for the time being. I’ll order more for next time, but the next shipment probably won’t be on the shelf until Monday.”

“It will check other stores nearby, then.”

As he was scanning the items, Leo felt sad. Sure, this guy was a freak, but he was his freak. Even if he did jump out of his skin a little every time the rubber man came into the store. “Oh, I hope we don’t lose your business.”

Suddenly Leo could tell that behind the featureless black of the hood, he was being studied.

“This is the store closest for it. It will continue to shop here.”

“Oh, okay, good to know.” As awkward as the conversation was, Leo was reassured.

“Would you care to let it know when you get more in?”

“Um sure, just give me your name and number.” Leo screwed his face. The rubber figure had produced a card on his own and was writing on the back a string of numbers.

Then the rubber man slid the card across the counter. Leo chuckled. What else did he expect? “So your name is 1-hyphen-5-forward slash-73-forward slash-116-forward slash-9-hyphen-2?”

“That is the designation system. This is the first city in which the designation system is established. 5 is the subarea of the city. 73 is the street’—sure enough, Leo realized, they were on 73rd street—'116 is the street address, 9 is the apartment number, 2 denotes it as the second unit established at that location.”

“But that’s your address, not your name.”

“It’s the designation system, which functions both to specify the location of units and to distinguish them in a useful way.”

“Oh, okay,” Leo chuckled, laughing off the whole thing. “At least I recognize what you wrote beneath it as a regular phone number. I’m Leo by the way.”

“No,” the rubber-clad man answered. “Within the designation system, you are 1-5/73/142/a-1.” To make it clearer, he gently took the card back, wrote down the designation, and handed it back.

Leo chuckled. “Forgive me if I prefer to still go by Leo. That seems a bit awkward. And I’m not, how did you put it? A unit.”

“1-5/73/142/a-1, you are a drone installed at this location to distribute provisions.” With that, the rubber man was now handing Leo his payment card.

Leo, annoyed, began to think how this was going from kind of amusing to ridiculous very fast. “I work here, I’m not installed”, he muttered to himself, as he ran the card and handed the improbably named 1-5/73/116/9-2 back his card. He couldn’t help but notice the name on the card said Andrew-something.

“It has upset you,” the rubber man answered.

“No, I’m fine, it’s just been a long day,” Leo smiled, remembering himself, as he handed the rubber man his receipt. “I’ll give you a call when we get those protein shakes in.”

“Very good, 1-53/73/142/a-1.” And with that, he was out the door, groceries in hand.

Part Three

Nervous, Leo took a deep breath, dialed the number into the phone, and slapped it to his ear. “Fuck me,” he cursed to himself, unsure how awkward the conversation that came next would be. Then he had to catch himself. Someone had answered.

“Hi, I—uh just wanted to let you know we have your protein shakes in.”

“Is this 1-53/73/142/a-1?” answered the now familiar monotone.”

Leo really, really did not want to get into the whole insanity with the number-names again. “Yes,” he replied matter-of-factly, eager to move past it.

“Good,” came the answer, which Leo suspected was not just about the rubber guy’s satisfaction that he was going to get his protein shakes.

“Per the store’s website, you deliver.”

“Fuck,” Leo could not hide his frustration. He did not want to have to lock up the store to run a delivery, much less go to wherever rubber man lived and deal with whatever oddness would await him there.

Then he realized the perfect excuse. “We do have a minimum order size for deliveries—”

“Yes, it read that on the website. It would like ten boxes of the protein shakes, please.”

Leo wanted to say no, but he didn’t want to be subject to a complaint that he had refused delivery. He needed to keep this job, badly.

Then he realized he had been silent on the line too long. The rubber man’s voice answered: “do you require it’s address again?”

“Um no, I already have it written down. It’s 116 West 73rd, apartment 9.”

“Ring the front buzzer when you arrive, so it can admit you. Thank you. Goodbye.” Unnerved, Leo realized the rubber man’s vocal inflections were only too much like a recorded line. He was also unsettled by the idea that it was just assumed he would make the delivery.

He recalled having been called a unit by the rubber man, an installed drone. That didn’t sit any better with him now than a week ago.

He cringed when he finally heard the ding of the online order came through. Sure enough, it was who, where and what he thought it was, and it requested delivery.

Shrugging, Leo put ten boxes of shakes in two brown paper shopping bags, turned the card on the door to let people know he would be back shortly, and locked up the store. At least it was not far.

Buzzing 9 on the door of the non-descript red brick apartment building, he was admitted and walked up the stairs to the second floor. Leo couldn’t help but admit he would be curious as to what he would find.

Knocking on the door, he was met by the rubber guy, Andrew, 1-53/73-whatever, in his usual hood. It took Leo a moment to realize he was now in all rubber, without the benefit of the concealing street clothes. Full pervert suit. Leo was straining to act normal, when really he wanted to burst into hysterical laughter.

“You can set the protein shakes on the dining room table,” the rubber man instructed, gesturing Leo inside.

To be honest, Leo was a bit apprehensive about going that far into the apartment. But when he took a few steps in, he was pleasantly surprised. Certainly it was spartan, but the clean modern furnishings put him at ease. It didn’t look the part of a serial killer’s lair, that much was obvious.

Putting the groceries down, Leo noticed an odd series of tones and hums, halfway between music and meditational aids.

“What’s that?” Leo held up his finger to denote he was talking about the sounds in the air.

“It assists thinking and relaxation.”

“Oh,” Leo answered.

The rubber man was pouring a cup of coffee from a pot, the black fluid matching his gear perfectly. “It has cash for a tip for you in the other room. Feel free to take some coffee, and have a seat.”

Handing Leo the coffee, he gestured towards a large, soft black leather couch in the living room of the apartment.

“Um, sure.” Leo was not the sort to respond with sarcasm to either coffee or a tip, but he badly wanted to inquire how, if he was a drone, he would warrant tipping?

Nonetheless, he walked over to the couch, sat down, sipping the coffee, feeling the dulcet tones and hums of the music sink into him. He felt oddly safe, and warm.

It was weird the guy was taking so long. And if he had called to place the order, why wouldn’t he have had tip money ready? “You know,” Leo called out, “if you want, you can just leave the tip money on your card on the next order. I really do need to be getting back.”

Then Leo looked up at the mounted flatscreen facing the luxurious couch. At first he assumed it was a TV, but now he realized it worked more like some kind of mirror making use of computer imagery, reflecting back the room facing into it.

Chuckling with curiosity, Leo realized there was something odd though about the shape that occupied the space in the room he took up.

He got up, and walked toward the flatscreen to get a better look. The him on the screen was not dressed as he was, but naked, and hairless. “Fucking crazy” he muttered to himself.

Leo stepped closer. The him on the screen had no eyes or ears. And between its legs, no cock.

The coffee cup slipped from Leo’s hand and broke on the hardwood floor. Saying nothing, he ran out, terrified.

Part Four

“Leo, can I speak with you a minute?” Jose was tidying up around the register before he took off for the day, handing the store over to Leo.

“Sure,” Leo chirped, the crack in his voice betraying he knew what this was about, and that talking about it was the last thing he wanted.

“We’ve had three delivery orders come in right before closing in as many nights. They’re left untouched until the next day. Frank who helps out in the mornings has been calling first thing to see if the customer still wants them, but by that point he’s at work.”

Leo couldn’t stop himself from pulling a face at hearing that. Where in God’s name could rubber guy work?

Scowling at Leo’s expression, Jose kept on. “Each of these orders is for like a hundred dollars, and a few nights before you made another hundred dollar delivery to the same address. You understand me, this is a lot of money you not making these deliveries is costing the store. This is break-even money. If you can’t take care of these, we’re going to have to ask you to leave. You understand?”

“It’s just—”

“Yeah, the guy’s weird. You’ve said so already. Even Frank pretty much confirmed your story about him when he talked to him on the phone. But you know what? I don’t care. You’re not some 19-year-old girl I have to worry about sending on deliveries because someone’s going to get frisky with her. You’re a grown man and I expect you to take care of yourself.”

For a moment Leo was genuinely angry. “So it’s like that?”

“Yes, it is. Now are you going to make those deliveries, or am I going to have to go through the resume pile in the back to find someone who will take your shift who will?”

“Okay.”

“Good.” And without Jose gathered his things to head out the back. “You’re just lucky I didn’t want to go to the trouble to train someone new.”

For the most part the rest of the shift was quiet. Leo could admit to himself that as scary as the situation in the rubber man’s apartment had been, he was somehow ambivalent about the prospect of going back.

It was the least surprising thing in the world when the chime let him know, an hour before close, that an online order had come in. Of course it was the same address and apartment as before. And it was more protein shakes. Biting his lip with frustration, Leo wondered how that guy was drinking them all so fast.

By the time Leo got the backs together and was ready to make the run to the rubber guy’s apartment, it was fifteen minutes before close. So he went ahead and did what was necessary so that he wouldn’t have to come back to the store when he was done. And the only cash that would exchange hands there would be his tip, if he in fact stuck around for it.

Reaching the apartment, mashing the buzzer, opening the door, Leo dreaded the embarrassment of talking to that guy again. He just convinced himself he would say whatever he had to, not take a step inside the apartment further than absolutely necessary, and then just go.

Finally, he reached the door, and lightly knocked. As if he hoped no one would come to the door, and he could just leave.

“Hi!” The door swung open, and Leo was met not by the rubber-faced man, but by Pete, the local beat cop. Leo had gotten to know Pete from a few times he had had to call the police on drunks in the store.

“Uh, hello.” Leo was very much uncertain how to proceed. Even more so when he realized Pete was not wearing any clothes, standing at an open door, facing out onto the public hallway of this apartment building, without the first sign of any apprehension.

Pete gestured towards the same dining room table that the rubber man had. “You can just set them down over there.”

Leo would have to broach the obvious as delicately as he could. “So, what are you doing here?” Surely Pete couldn’t actually be the rubber man. He was at least three inches taller, and had a much more full build.

“Oh,” Pete acted surprised by the question. “A few weeks ago some of 1-5/73/116/9-2’s neighbors called the precinct about a man wearing a mask in the building and they were concerned. I came out and talked to it. Since then I stop by occasionally to hang out and unwind.”

From the hallway leading to the bedrooms, out strode the rubber man. “It sees you have met the delivery and provisions drone, 1-53/73/142/a-1.”

Leo took this as his cue. “Well, I have to be going—”

“It owes you an apology. It did not mean to leave the device on that obviously upset you.”

Leo glanced nervously in the screen’s direction. “Yeah, what is that?”

1-5/73/116/9-2 walked into the living room, picked up a remote and clicked it. Leo flinched. But it was just static, albeit static that was slowly starting to resolve itself into shapes.

“It’s a meditation aid,” the rubber man explained. “It is meant to be used in conjunction with the auditory stimulus you are hearing now—”

With that, Leo noticed the same beeps and swells he heard the last time he was in the apartment were wafting through the air now, just so subtle he wasn’t picking them up unless he made an effort to hear them.

“A camera then scans the electronic impulses in your brain to organize the random patterns of pixels on the screen into an image personal to you. The organizing of the image occurs only in the viewer’s cognition.”

He continued. “Three different people can watch the exact same patterns and find entirely different images. Each time, it’s personal to you. I have no way of knowing, for instance, what you saw the other night. Would you like to say what you saw that upset you so much?”

The rubber man left the implication hanging in the air.

Pete interrupted. “I can watch it for hours. So soothing.”

“1-5/58/344/26-1 is a security drone,” the rubber man added, as if that followed naturally from what Pete had said.

“I’m,” Pete sighed, “a little slow catching on with the designations.”

“There is neither slow nor fast,”1-5/73/116/9-2 added. “Your use of the designation system is a measure of your degree of integration. You will become more comfortable with it as you progress.”

“So Leo, are staying? You can undress, take a seat on the couch, make yourself comfortable,” Petey grinned, almost gregarious.

1-5/73/116/9-2 interjected “by now the store should be about ready to close anyway. You might as well.”

Leo gulped hard. So now the game really was obvious. “No, I think I’ll be fine.”

He glanced up and down Pete’s muscular body, still attractive even with the extra ten or so pounds on it. For the first time though, he noticed a somewhat vacant look in Pete’s eye.

“Here is your tip, 1-53/73/142/a-1, for both tonight and the previous night.” Taking the money from the rubber man, Leo looked down at his hand and gulped. It was easily three times what he expected.

“I will place an order tomorrow night, and the night after that. You will always be welcome to stay.”

Part Five

It was four nights later that a hard, driving rain drenched Leo to the skin. He had been careful. Courteous enough there would be no complaints to the store, but not taking so much as an unnecessary step into that apartment, either.

But feeling his wet shoes squeak as he climbed the stairs carrying the order of yet more protein shakes inside a precariously flimsy wet paper bag, he felt something give inside him. Before 1-5/73/116/9-2 opened the door, he knew he would accept whatever hospitality was offered.

So when the rubber man looked Leo up and down, and asked if he could run Leo’s clothes through the dryer, Leo nodded yes before he was finished with the question.

Dutifully, 1-5/73/116/9-2 escorted Leo to the bathroom just off the living room and showed him a pile of towels in the linen closet he could use to dry off and a plastic hamper in which he could put the wet clothes that would go in the dryer.

Leo was drying his hair when he realized he wouldn’t be able to stay in the bathroom the whole hour or so until his clothes were dry. And he did not want to just walk around this apartment completely naked.

Leo was already taking off his t-shirt and slapping it, soaked, into the hamper. “Um, could I have some of your clothes, I mean some of your street clothes to wear, just until my shit is dry? I’m sorry to impose like this.”

“Think nothing of it.” The rubber man disappeared, leaving the bathroom door open.

When he returned Leo’s eyes bulged and a “that’s not what I meant!” was out his lips before he knew what he was saying.

What 1-5/73/116/9-2 held was a one-piece black rubber suit, box-cut trunk legs and sleeveless top, with a zipper that began just above the crotch and went down between the legs, up the ass until terminating at the back of the neck.

“Here you are,” 1-5/73/116/9-2 explained.

“Um,” Leo held it up nervously.

“This is what you are being given,” he replied, as if this was an explanation. And with that, the rubber man shut the bathroom door to let Leo change.

Staring at the thing in his hands, Leo struggled not to hyperventilate. But eventually he realized it would just be for an hour or so, until his clothes dried. Wearing it would obviously gratify this man who was interested in him, and it might even get him a little extra in the way of a tip.

So he finished sliding off his wet clothes, toweled himself off, and pulled on the snug latex outfit. It wasn’t unflattering, Leo thought, noticing how the bulge on his crotch seemed pronounced. He ran his hand up and down his cock beneath the rubber, noticing himself get hard.

He began to realize there might be more of a challenge involved in wearing this around this apartment than he thought.

Exiting the bathroom he handed his clothes to 1-5/73/116/9-2, who sped wordlessly off to the laundry room, without so much as pausing to hear Leo’s sheepish “thanks.”

Tentative, Leo walked back into the living room. There, naked, like he had not left, was Pete. Even in this situation, Pete’s presence was vaguely reassuring.

“Hi Pete. I didn’t see you when you came in.”

“Hello, 1-53/73/142/a-1. Take a seat.” Leo noted a change in his voice.

With nothing else to do, he sat down on the opposite end of the couch from the naked policeman, who was staring, jaw agape, at the screen.

“What do you see?” Leo asked.

“If I had words for it, I wouldn’t need to see it,” answered Pete.

Finally, Leo turned and faced the screen. He saw the same hairless, eyeless, earless thing in the place of him, wearing his skin, that he had before. But this time he wasn’t as scared.

“Let it happen,” he heard Pete say.

 When Leo woke up he was in his own bed, light cascading through the windows all around him. He was still wearing the latex suit. Obviously, he had walked home wearing it. He had no memory of it, but that had to have been what had happened. For a moment, Leo was terrified. Then he said to himself, “cool.”

 Part Six

It was his day off. For once, Leo had no work, and no plans beyond laundry, the grim necessities of housecleaning, and some daydrinking.

But, feeling the thick black latex pressed tight against his body, he felt that had somehow all changed. He liked the way it stretched across his ass. He had to work to keep himself from running his hands across his body. Then he had to work to keep from doing more than that.

Was this how it happened, whatever it was 1-5/73/116/9-2 wanted so badly for him?

Then, forcing himself out of bed, it—Leo caught himself, he—looked in the laundry hamper. The wet clothes he had exchanged for the rubber half-suit were not there. Nor were they draped on the couch or in the usual places Leo left his clothes on the floor. He had to have left his clothes there, in that apartment.

It, he, put aside for the moment the horror at the thought he had somehow walked home wearing only the rubber. He had to get his clothes. And he had to give this suit back.

Panicked, he went about his morning routine as best he could. Shaved, brushed his teeth, put on some loose street clothes that hid the tight suit well. Finally, almost out the door, he checked his phone.

In place of all the familiar buttons of the various apps against the phone background there were just two: mandatory and discretionary. Discretionary did not work. Nothing happened when he pressed it. It was like the screen was frozen.

Then he pressed mandatory, and it pulled up a message, without an identifying screenname of any kind: “1-53/73/142/a-1 masturbates.”

“What the fuck,” it, but then he caught himself, he, mewled.

“1-53/73/142/a-1 masturbates” the message repeated.

Leo started jamming numbers with his fingers, angry at being told what to do. Nothing he did would get the phone off the screen. He tried turning it off and on again, but the phone would not even turn off on command.

Again, the message repeated. “1-53/73/142/a-1 masturbates.”

Frustrated and angry, Leo began to think this might actually be the easiest way to unlock the phone. He was mildly horny in the rubber suit, after all. But he feared and detested the idea of just blindly following commands.

It was not going to just do as it was told because it was told—

Then he felt himself getting hard in his rubber suit. He started working the cock beneath the rubber, as his mind began to fixate on following instructions and doing as he was told.

He retreated to his bedroom, flopped down on his bed, and unzipping the suit, fished out his cock. Five minutes later he was laying there, breathing hard, white pools of cum on his shining black belly.

He picked up his phone. He pressed the discretionary button, and this time it brought up all his usual apps. But then a message came through, marked mandatory: “1-53/73/142/a-1 next masturbates in 3 hours 54 minutes.”

When he saw the message, he now felt a pang of compulsion. Like he knew this was something expected and he had to comply. What was happening to it?

Part Seven 

Leo stood at the door. He was dressed for the street, a button-up shirt and loose gym shorts visible, tennis shoes on his feet, but beneath it he felt the tight rubber on his skin driving him crazy. 

He swayed a little as he knocked. To Leo’s surprise the door opened and revealed a guy with long wavy blonde hair he had not seen before. 

“Oh hi. I’m the implementations technician. I guess you can call me the cable guy. I’m guessing you’re 1-53/73/142/a-1?” 

“Um, yes,” it answered, suddenly more certain in its status as it, feeling for the first time that number described it. 

“Come in,” the cable guy beamed. 

Leo stepped in, and the door closed behind him. 

“Have a seat,” he added, and gestured to an open chair at the kitchen table where Leo had been placing the groceries. Stiffly, Leo walked over and sat, placing one hand on each knee in a way that made him feel almost like a mannequin. 

The cable guy followed, and sat down opposite Leo, taking up a tablet. “So, your phone is giving you instructions?” 

“Yes,” Leo said, blankly. “How are you with that?” he asked next. 

“I don’t understand,” came Leo’s answer. 

“Good,” the cable guy smiled and typed some with his thumbs. “Are you complying?” 

“Um,” Leo struggled with something, but he couldn’t quite tell what. “Yeah.” 

“Are you making a choice to comply, or is this just happening?” 

“What?” 

The cable guy chuckled. “Good. Good, good, good. Excellent, actually.” 

“If you say so.” The words just came to Leo’s lips. 

“I do.” The cable guy entered some more information. “Now, check your phone.” This Leo did. The cable guy grinned. “When are you next scheduled to jerk off?”

 “Um, 30—37 minutes.” 

“Wow, so are you going to keep that appointment?” 

“I—I guess.” 

“But what if you’re on the subway? What if you’re working? What if you’re on the street?” 

“I—”Leo’s mind blanked again. He squinted, he shook his head. All this sounded crazy to him. But also he weirdly felt his gorge rise. Something was wrong. What was wrong? 

“So there’s your limit,” the cable guy nodded.   

“Um, I guess,” Leo answered, sheepishly. 

“You’re okay,” the cable guy answered. “This is exactly what I’m here for.” 

He tapped a few keys into his tablet. Leo heard footsteps from the other room. The cable guy looked up at him. “You have interacted with 1-5/58/344/26-1 before, am I right?” 

Leo looked up. It was Pete, standing in front of him, head shaved, wearing a latex sheathe that went from his neck to his toes. “Uh, yes.” The cable guy spoke to Pete. “Designation?” 

 Eyes glassy, voice distant, Pete answered “1-5/58/344/26-1.” 

“Who’s Pete?” the cable guy continued. “Someone I was, when I was someone” 1-5/58/344/26-1 said, matter-of-factly. 

“See how pleasant that is?” the cable guy asked Leo. 

Then he added, “1-5/58/344/26-1, turn your head left.” 

1-5/58/344/26-1 turned its head, revealing what looked to Leo like a hearing aid.

 A small box, fitted to a spiraled wire that led discreetly into the ear. “Presently, 1-53/73/142/a-1, 1-5/58/344/26-1 has been sensorily modified to receive a constant auditory stimulus feed. It’s the same as the auditory stimulus you receive when you are in this apartment. It’s the same as the one you’re listening to right now. What do you think of the audio feed you’re listening to right now?” 

“I can’t hear anything?” 

“Wow, that’s so great,” the cable guy chirped. “Flying colors, all around.” “So what we’re going to do is fit with you a device the same as the one 1-5/58/344/26-1 is wearing. It’s going to enable you to receive proper stimulus and low-specificity instruction whether you’re here in the apartment, or not. Like it does, now. So you’re always going to be connected to us, and to the process. What do you think of that?” 

Suddenly, Leo’s mind swam. “Um, it terrifies me.” 

 “But you’re going to sit there while I install it, right?” 

“Um,” his voice caught in his throat. “Yeah.” 

“That’s great. That’s really great.” The cable guy seemed pleased. “And when I’m done, you will jerk off, how about that?” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay,” the cable guy repeated. “Now, first thing’s first. Designation?” 

“1-53/73/142/a-1,” it heard itself say, suddenly aware of Leo has something other. 

“You are doing so well. Let’s get started.”   

Part Eight 

At the gym, Leo navigated the machines in a fog. Glancing at the mirrored walls, he saw something unfamiliar. It was hairless, with a shaved head and shaved eyebrows. 

Its expression was dull, unfocused, and its mouth hung open. Beneath its flimsy hoody the black latex of the shortsuit was visible, and his thin gym shorts did not extend as far as the black rubber on his thighs. Occasionally he would realize eyes were on him. 

But he did not attach meaning or significance to the fact that they were. Far more important was the cycle of sounds and hums fed into his right ear from a tiny box just behind it, by means of a small coiled cord. 

Occasionally, he would freeze, his eyelids would flutter, and his jaw would move. People would stare more. But it did not matter that they did. It was a near-constant effort now to think of himself as himself, as Leo, not 1-53/73/142/a-1. Something about that effort made him erect. He could feel his cock, bobbing sweatily inside the rubber, pressed against his leg. Maybe he should pay more attention to how noticeable that was in a public place, but he didn’t. 

His phone buzzed, and the buzz echoed in his earpiece in a way that was impossible to ignore. Just the alert came through the piece presently, though. Eventually, the messages that came through now in the form of written texts would be a voice in his head. And the voice would sound just like his own. He had been told this would be helpful. 

He fished out his phone from his pocket, and checked it. The screen told him he was to be at a certain address at nine tonight. Not the apartment where he had been before, but some other place. 

He thought to himself, “don’t I have a shift tonight?” 

Leo didn’t want to get fired. But he, or rather it, had its instructions. That was what mattered.

Part Nine

The part of town where the mandatory instruction had brought Leo was all warehouses, light industry and specialty repair businesses. It had been a long walk from the subway, and Leo had already been tired from the gym. 

He reached the address. It was a lumber store, but by the look of it, it had not been open for business in some while. 

His phone told him “1-53/73/142/a-1 stands by the door. It does not permit anyone entrance or exit.”

Sighing, Leo did as instructed. Which was too bad, as he had to piss. But the phone had not said he could, and that was not in the instructions, so he knew he better not.

He had no idea how long he had been like that. Somehow, it felt like his perception of time had been turned off. 

Inside the lumber store, he heard the slamming of a door, then footsteps running fast toward him. Suddenly the metal front door sprang open, almost hitting him in the face.

Leo was staring straight into the face of a man slightly shorter than him, with curly blonde hair and ice blue eyes. His face was panicked. 

“Fuck!” he screamed, almost in Leo’s face, and started running down the street.

It took Leo a long second to realize this was his assignment. He ran after the guy.

He wanted to say “Excluse me, stop” or something of the like, but somehow no words came to his lips. Words were not used in the instructions to him. He was not to permit an exit. This was definitely an exit. They were not going to talk it out.

“Get the fuck away from me!” The man cried. “I know what you are!”

Almost in passing, Leo thought to himself, good, that makes one of us.

He ran as hard as he could, through mudpuddles that reflected the dim and flickering streetlights. In passing he was glad that the rubber he was wearing would keep him from getting wet.

Finally, the blonde man stumbled badly and sprawled on the ground. Without thinking, Leo jumped on top of him and straddled him. He didn’t even know what to say. He wanted to tell him to stop struggling, but could not even tell for sure if he was supposed to do that. 

All the while, the blonde man screamed “Fuck! Get off me! I won’t do it! I won’t go back in there! You’ll have to fucking kill me. I won’t be made into some thing. Oh, God.”

Leo looked down, and saw the blonde man was wearing a rubber suit, one that covered his whole body, including his fingers and toes. He was, Leo realized, one of them. Whatever, in fact, they were. Whether they, whatever they were, now included him or not.

“Fuck,” he was howling now. “Don’t you get it. They’re going to train you until you’re not even human anymore. Until you don’t even know you can say no. They want me--they want me to be--I can’t even fucking say it!”

Leo’s full attention was being spent trying to keep the man from getting back up. 

“Look, dude, you’re still not fully covered yet, you’re still you, more or less. Let me up. I’ll get that thing out of your ear, we’ll run. We can still do this, alright?”

Leo finally was able to say something. “No.” He didn’t even have to think about it.

“Why? For the love of God, why?” The blonde man was crying now, in ragged sobs.

Leo was frustrated because he had no answer.

He heard footsteps, almost impossibly leisurely compared to the struggling of the man beneath him. Leo looked up. It was the cable guy.

“Very good job, 1-53/73/142/a-1,” the cable guy grinned. “Now this post-human bio-mass has proven itself unviable. If I were to tell you to dispose of him, would you do it?”

Leo struggled. Finally he was able to say, “I would follow instructions.”

“That’s wonderful,” the cable guy said, clapping his hands together, pleased.

Leo paused for a moment, uncertain as to whether this counted as the actual instruction to go ahead.  

“1-5/73/116/9-2, are you satisfied with 1-53/73/142/a-1‘s performance?” the cable guy asked.

Immediately the demeanor of the man beneath him changed. His eyes went glassy and his mouth a bit slack. “Entirely,” the blonde man, who had just been fighting for his life just moments before, gave a neutral smile.

“This was a test?” Leo asked, to no one in particular.

“Yes,” the blonde man answered. 

Leo climbed off of him. The blonde man stood in front of the cable guy, who was already placing a hood over his head and zipping it into place.

“So that was fake?” Leo half-mumbled. “He really wasn’t trying to run?”

“Oh,” the cable guy started chuckling. “That much was real.” It’s just that our  friend 1-5/73/116/9-2 here has a special protocol that allows for a full temporary cessation of his programming, so that the pre-existing human personality, can reassert itself long enough to flee. The realism is very helpful.”

“Oh,” Leo answered, maybe a bit troubled by all this. If he could still be troubled.

“So,” the cable guy grinned widely. “Let’s get you inside. We need to get you fitted for your new suit, and we need to say goodbye to Leo permanently. What do you think about that?”

He paused for a long moment. “I don’t,” he said, and could say no more.

“Perfect!” the cable guy chirped.

[karenandhenwillson]

One last post from my side about this

I've been pondering how to do this post for the last couple of days, and also if I should write it at all. My thoughts went from being really vicious and unrepentantly calling out a couple of people to just not bother with wasting my energy on it to feeling very unsatisfied with some of the things that have been said or not been said despite also being relieved about the turn this situation took on Tuesday.

(The rest is under the break because this turned out long. Much longer than I expected.)

I honestly believe that any kind of call out post is always a form of cyberbullying. Because in the end, what you are doing with that in social media isn't informing people about a problem. What you are doing is trying to get people blindly to agree to your point of view by twisting the information you present. And sadly, all too often it works. 

It did work this time, too. I have seen several people state, publicly but also privately, that they saw one of the call-out posts from Monday and reblogged without looking at the publicly available conversation with the artist. When they then looked at it later, they were appalled with themselves to have blindly followed the accusations. I hope for those people and also at least a fracture of the people seeing their posts about it, this is a lesson: Always double check the information you are fed. (And honestly, that goes for news outlets as much as any social media post. But I don't want this post to be about media literacy.)

I'm aware that this is a kind of call out post all on it's own. The version of this post from Monday would have named all the names and at that time I wouldn’t have felt sorry about it. But that's the thing about reacting and posting something while the emotions are high, isn't it? A version from Tuesday doesn't exist, because I thought it not worth the energy and time the would be spend on it.

In the meantime, I have come to the conclusion that while I will be addressing a certain group of people, this post wouldn't have ever been about them, not even the first version from Monday. It's about fandom as a whole, preserving information for those who'll join the fandom in the future or who'll be attacked or witness an attack in the future or those who'll stumble over what happened this last week later on who are completely unaware of it right now. Because thankfully, for the fandom as a whole it didn't go very far.

I'm aware that in a way, I'm contradicting myself, that I might be participating in cyberbullying with this post. I'm rationalizing this for myself by the circumstances that it's a conclusion of a bullying campaign and that I won't feel responsible for those who started it being now attacked themselves. Some people will tell me I'm still wrong, some will shrug about it, others will agree with me. It is the reason, though, that I have decided not to name any names even though it will be stupidly easy to find the names I'm talking about. For that reason, I have cropped the screenshots I'll share about things I feel I need or want to address or blacked out the names on those screenshots.

To everyone who'll feel encouraged to seek out those names and spam their ask boxes or DMs with provocations or hate: Don't do it! It might feel satisfying in the beginning (the thought alone of the Monday-version of this post felt on Monday very satisfying for me, too), but it won't accomplish anything. They have proven they don't want to have a conversation, no matter how much they claim differently. Nothing will make them overthink and judge their own actions. (Also, I hope not providing the names here will make most of those who first like leaving anon hate to have lost interest once they have found the names because it will give them time to think better of it.)

And of course, the people who started this, have repeatedly stated they don't believe a call out post to be bullying. So they really won't be in a position to have a problem with this post. (They still will cry about it and claim the unfairness of it all, no doubt.)

An anon sent this to someone involved in this debate:

I've realised that I will never convince anyone by publicly shaming them. I might be able to silence them, but I won't convince them.

I fully agree with these words. I think everyone involved in this situation should take these words to heart. In other posts of the last view weeks, I already shared some thought about communication and teaching. I’ll elaborate on those thoughts in a later part of this post.

I realized this post is getting long. So I'm breaking it up in several parts and I'll add links to this post as soon as the other posts are up.

The actual call out part of this whole thing

Some thoughts about learning and communication

The usual aftermath

#911 abc #911

[yellowjacketsgayfanfic]

After a few weeks of cyber-stalking, Misty decides to ask you out

SUBMISSION: Hello!! Can you write a fic where misty becomes obsessed with one of her patients daughter? (maybe they’re around 21-25) they come to visit often and always say hello to misty. they get to know each other and eventually misty asks them out

The blue light of Misty's laptop lit her face, creating a glare in her glasses. She slowly sipped on a mug filled with chamomile tea in her basement kitchen.

"Recent graduate of Purchase College's Film Conservatory." She read out loud to herself. "She's from the area but currently lives in Park Slope..." She continued to scroll through your instagram posts.

Then, she saw exactly what she had been hoping for; a photo of you at last years pride parade with a massive gay flag wrapped around you. A grin made its way to her face. "I knew it. I have an excellent gaydar."

Caligula squawked at Misty.

Misty scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically, "Oh my God. You don't have to remind me! I was literally seventeen."

The bird once again squawked before flying upstairs.

"So rude." Misty whispered under her breath.

***

The next day, you had come into the facility to visit with your mother. She had been fighting cancer nearly your whole life, keeping periods of remission before falling back into it again. This last time though, it was far too advanced to fight back. It had always been just you and her. You didn't know what you were going to do when she passed to the other side. Although at this point, with her barely ever being responsive and almost always asleep, it was as though she had already gone.

You were sitting at the side of your moms bed, feet up near hers, your computer open as you worked on a project you were very passionate about. It was your first real independent film.

Misty shuffled into the room with the same big smile on her face. "Oh, hello, Y/N."

You lifted your head and removed an air pod from your ear, flashing her a kind smile. "Hey, Misty. I was disappointed not to see you earlier."

"Oh, yeah." Misty laughed nervously, tucking her curls behind her ear. "There was a uh, schedule change. I have the night shift today."

You rubbed your very tired eyes. "Well, maybe you can help me stay awake then. I have a lot of work to do."

"I have to do my rounds and relieve the day nurses but..." Misty nodded excitedly. "I would love to."

You chuckled. "Okay, I'll see you later, then."

Misty practically ran out of the room to tend to her other responsibilities. "She was disappointed not to see me!" She whispered to herself happily.

***

After checking in with her other patients and waiting for the other nurses to leave, Misty could finally head back to your mothers room where she knew you were.

When she came in, you were slouched over your computer completely passed out. Misty thought you were so cute when you slept, and she knew that because you often fell asleep at your mothers bedside and she liked to watch.

She walked up to you and tapped your shoulder. You startled awake, looking at Misty through blurred vision. You blinked a few times, taking a sharp breath. "I should resign myself to the fact that I'm not getting anything done tonight." You chuckled, closing your laptop.

"I made you hot chocolate." Misty handed you a hot foam cup. "I added cinnamon. It's my favorite way to drink it."

You grinned up at her. "I like cinnamon in my hot chocolate too."

"Wow, really?" Misty took the seat beside you. "We have a lot in common."

"Do we?" You humored her, sipping on the drink she provided for you.

"Sure we do. We both like film," a lie, "we both like cinnamon in our hot chocolate, and we both went to last years New York City's pride parade."

You squinted at her. "How did you know that?"

Misty paused, her face falling, realizing her mistake. "Oh. Well, I just figured because...you're gay."

"I never told you I was gay." You stated, crossing your arms, incredibly amused.

Misty was flustered now. "Okay. I may or may not have done some minor cyber stalking." If you could call weeks worth of searching your name on every social media platform possible 'minor' cyber stalking, that is.

"Okay. So then why were you at last years pride parade?" You asked, cocking your head to the side playfully.

"Well I," Misty placed her hand on her chest, "identify as queer. I came out a little later in life, but it's never too late to be true to yourself."

"You're so true, Misty."

She blushed, not totally understanding that turn of phrase.

"I guess we do have a lot in common then, because I am very single, and so are you." You smirked.

Misty gave you a look of confusion.

"You're not the only one with google." You retorted.

"Would you...want to go on a date with me?" Misty asked gently. "I know things must be hard right now with your mother and all but-"

"I could really use time away from all of this." You responded. "I would love to go on a date with you, Misty."

Once again Misty could not control her grin. "Where do you want to go?"

"How about bowling. This weekend?"

"I love bowling!" Misty exclaimed.

You thought Misty's excitement was sweet. You laughed at her response. "Bowling it is."

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[kpop-stories-21]

I'll Bleed For You | Part One

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Fem!OC x Serial Killer!Wooyoung

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: 18+ to 21+

Genres + AUs: Non-Idol AU(kind of), Serial Killer AU, Smut, Horror, Angst

Content + Trigger Warnings: Strong language, explicit sexual language and descriptions, stalking, verbal abuse, sibling rivalry hatred, Hongjoong's really mean to OC, descriptive talk of cutting and tasting blood, brief mention of faked suicide(it's in a dream)

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Kim Yangmi woke to the sound of her cell phone ringing incessantly, the noise extremely loud to her hungover brain. Groggily she reached for the offending object and answered without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Yangmi, where the hell have you been?" The voice of her best friend Kyunghee spilled into her ears. "I've been trying to call you for at least an hour!"

Yangmi sighed. "I was sleeping off my hangover. We went hard last night, shouldn't you be just as shattered?"

Kyunghee snorted. "I am, I just hide it better than you. But that's not why I called. Have you seen the news today?"

Frowning, Yangmi put the call on speaker and opened the news app on her phone. "Not since before we went out last night. Why?"

"You might want to take a look. Seems we weren't as sneaky as we thought we were."

As Kyunghee's words filtered through her phone, the news app finished loading and Yangmi saw at once what her friend was talking about.

TWIN SISTER OF FAMOUS RAPPER CAUGHT DRUNK & HIGH AT STRIP CLUB

Yangmi gulped, already imagining the fit her brother would throw when he came home.

"Shit, Kyunghee, this is really bad." She exclaimed, scanning the page with an ever-growing dread. The comments on the article were undoubtedly scathing, and Yangmi knew better than to read them.

"What're you gonna do?" Kyunghee questioned, concern lacing her voice.

"I have to post an apology before people start pulling Joong into this. Ah, damnit, what was I thinking?!"

"You should be allowed to have fun without worrying about the consequences." Kyunghee's argument was weak, and she knew it.

"Not when your brother's famous and hates your guts, sadly. Listen, I'll call you back later and let you know how he took it, okay?"

Kyunghee sighed resignedly. "Good luck Yangmi. Try not to let him strangle you, alright?"

Yangmi chuckled dryly. "I'll do my best."

After hanging up, Yangmi quickly sat down at her laptop and began to craft an apology for her actions. When she finished, she read over it to ensure it sounded as sincere as possible. Not because she felt remorse, but because her brother would be furious if she didn't. Apparently his reputation mattered more than any of Yangmi's thoughts or feelings.

Almost as soon as the apology went up it spread, people sharing it around and discussing it. As she watched the activity, she noticed that for the most part the responses were positive. Feeling relieved, she closed out the webpage, opening up YouTube to pass the time until her brother returned.

The door to the flat flew open, jerking Yangmi to attention as it slammed loudly against the wall. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the argument that would undoubtedly come from this.

"Kim Yangmi, get the hell in here!"

"Coming!" One last deep breath, and she stood to face the storm.

Kim Hongjoong stood by the dinner table, glowering at his sister. "Would you like to explain to me what the fuck you were doing last night?"

Yangmi gave a short, humorless laugh. "Why ask me? I know you read the news."

Hongjoong let out a frustrated growl. "God, how could you be so fucking careless? I tell you not to stay out late, I tell you not to go out partying, and you just have to throw it all in my face, don't you? I saw that apology you posted and I don't believe you meant a word of it!"

Yangmi rolled her eyes. Of course he didn't believe it, he hardly ever believed a word she said.

"Well, I'm not surprised you didn't find it sincere. I'm not sorry for jeopardizing your career. If I was gonna be sorry for anything, I'd be sorry for sullying the family name." Yangmi huffed and shook her head. "You know, I really wish our parents were still alive. Because if they were, you'd have never become famous and I wouldn't have to put up with your shit!"

Hongjoong laughed mirthlessly. "You think you put up with shit? You can't even begin to imagine the things I have to deal with on a daily basis, and you think I'm giving you hell? Fuck that, I can't even trust you anymore Yangmi! You know what I wish? I wish that I'd been born an only child and not a twin. Then I wouldn't have to put up with your bullshit antics!"

Yangmi froze, shattered by the words that spilled from her brother's lips. Tears gathered in her eyes and she turned, intending to flee before they fell, but Hongjoong had other plans. 

"Just a minute, I'm not through with you." 

Yangmi stopped, gathering herself before turning back around. "What?"

"In light of your recent actions, I have no choice but to confine you to the flat for the foreseeable future. I will be locking all the windows and doors whenever I leave, and if you wish to go out I will be accompanying you to ensure you don't get up to any tomfoolery. In time, when I feel you can be trusted, you will be free to come and go as you please."

Yangmi stared at him, her mouth open in shock. "Oh, so you're my parent now as well? Last time I checked, 25 is a little too old to be grounded." 

Hongjoong stared her down, face expressionless. "Act like a child and you'll get treated like a child." 

Fury welled up inside her, making her clench her fists and scream "I hate you! You're a sorry excuse for a brother and I wouldn't wish this life on my worst enemy!!" 

Turning around she ran to her room, slamming the door shut and sinking to the floor as hot tears spilled down her face. 

The first week of Yangmi's confinement was miserable. Hongjoong had just released a new song, so he was gone all day and most of the night as well. Yangmi grew bored quickly, finding most of her usual pastimes failing to keep her entertained for long. 

But with the second week came something that would soon occupy her thoughts in every waking moment. 

Yangmi woke on Monday with the feeling that something was different, and not in a good way. The feeling was confirmed when she found a lavender-coloured envelope wedged in a thin crack of one of her bedroom windows. 

Curious what was in the envelope, Yangmi pulled it through the crack and examined it. There was no writing on it, just skilled drawings of cherry blossom clusters in each corner. There was nothing left to do but open it, so that's what she did. 

The paper was the same pretty lavender as the envelope, and written on it was a short note in neatly printed characters. 

"You don't know me yet, but I know you quite well. You are beyond beautiful, a goddess in human form. I hope one day to see your pretty face beneath me, twisting with pleasure as I fuck you into the bed. I want to hear you scream my name, your exquisite body laced with sweat and cum. I long for the day that these things will come to pass. See you soon, my sweet." 

Yangmi felt nausea rise in her stomach as she took in the contents of the letter. Who could have sent her this? Was this Hongjoong's idea of a sick joke? Yangmi took a picture of the letter, intending to ask Kyunghee for advice. Then she took out a box of matches from a drawer in her nightstand and burned the letter in her bathroom, rinsing the ashes down the drain afterwards. 

With that done, she sent the image to Kyunghee and explained where she found the letter. 

No letter came the next day, nor the day after. Yangmi woke on the third day feeling somewhat anxious and unnerved. She moved through the day slowly, expecting at any moment to turn a corner and find another letter perched somewhere.

Around noon, Yangmi's phone rang. The call was from an unknown number, which didn't surprise her in the least. Assuming it was another crazy fan trying to get to her brother, she answered it.

"Hello?"

Silence.

"H-Hello?"

Still nothing.

"If this is some kind of prank, it's not funny."

A faint sound reached her ears and she froze, listening hard. Chills tracked down her spine when she realized it was the sound of breathing, a man's breathing to be exact.

"Wh-who the fuck are you?" She demanded, voice shaking despite her attempt to sound calm.

The only reply she recieved was the click of the call ending and the beeping of the dial tone as she stared numbly at her phone, feelings of fear and worry multiplying within her.

No further incidents marked the day, but Yangmi remained on edge throughout and had uneasy dreams that night.

Next morning she woke to a sight that filled her with dread: another envelope shoved through the crack in her window, this one a soft pink colour. No part of her wanted to open it, but she felt she should know its contents before showing it to her brother.

So, despite her fear, she opened it.

"Hello my love. I saw that you burned my letter. Perhaps I came on too strong, but I simply wished to express my feelings for you. I've been watching you a lot these days, chiefly when you shower or get changed. One day I'd love to make some little cuts on you somewhere so I can taste your delicious blood. I wonder: would it taste like candy, or would it be far sweeter, like ambrosia? Would you let me keep some of it as a memento? The day of our meeting grows ever closer, I look forward to it."

Yangmi felt her mouth drop open. Bile rose in her throat and she gagged, disgusted by what she had just read. Opening her drawer, she closed her hand around the box of matches, and then remembered she was going to show Hongjoong first. With a sigh she threw the pink paper onto her nightstand and pulled out her phone, settling in to await her brother's return.

A few hours later he returned. Yangmi pocketed her phone, grabbing the envelope and letter off her nightstand before exiting her room.

"Joong, can we talk for a minute?"

He eyed her suspiciously. "About what?"

"I found this shoved through a crack in my window this morning." She said, handing him the envelope. "I'm afraid someone might be stalking me."

Hongjoong takes the envelope, pulling out the letter and reading it in silence. When he finished, he gazed at Yangmi with obvious disgust in his eyes and she knew at once her efforts had been in vain.

"You just can't resist, can you? Acting like a fucking child seems to thrill you, but I'm telling you this childish behavior needs to stop right this instant. You think I'm fooled by your frightened act or your fake little letters? Think again!"

Yangmi gaped at him, hurt and offended that he would think such horrid things of her. She opened her mouth to protest, but Hongjoong continued speaking.

"If you ever try to take this trumped up story to the authorities, I'll make sure you're locked in an asylum for the rest of your pathetic life. This is sick, Yangmi, and it's not funny at all."

Enraged, Yangmi snatched up the letter and retreated to her room, locking the door behind her. She took a picture of the letter for Kyunghee, then burned the letter as she had the first one. After that, she pulled out her phone and filled her friend in.

Turning off her phone, Yangmi slipped into her pajamas and climbed into bed. Turning off the light she fell into a troubled dream.

In her dream it came out that the sender of the disturbing was none other than Hongjoong himself, a plot to get her certified as insane and shipped off to an asylum. She was exposed to all manner of awful tortures in that asylum, on for it to end one day when Hongjoong came to visit her little padded room and murdered her in cold blood.The last thing she saw was him placing the knife in her hand to make it look like she had ended her own life.

Yangmi woke the next morning in a cold sweat, terror clinging to her bones.

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[thecrystalquill]

Lux - Part One

Peter Parker x Santana!Reader ~ Diablo x Daughter!Reader

(Marvel/DC Crossover)

A/N: Finally its part 1!!! Let me know your thoughts :)

Don’t forget the PROLOGUE !!

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         Almost a year had passed, and Chato was just starting to get himself together. He stayed in New York, found an old ‘friend’ that owed him a favour who helped him get a place of his own, and got a job working for a butcher - cutting meat in the back where no one could see him, and paid under the table. It wasn't perfect, but it was as good as it could get, it was still his second chance. His apartment was small, but it always felt empty; there were no pictures on the wall, no decorations. It was just him, and the few belongings he had acquired during his time there. It was lonely, and it was hard. Lately, every day got harder; it was almost the twins' birthday, his children - his dead children - would have been eight.

        It was so, so hard.

        But that was all about to change.

        "Who is it?" He boomed at the door - no one visited him, no one should know his location. Another three knocks hit the wood a few seconds later, quieter this time. He looked through the peep-hole in the door and saw no one. Another two knocks. He grabbed the bat he kept by the entrance, made sure the chain was secured on the door, and opened up. For a second he thought no one was there, and he gripped the bat tighter in his hand, but then he looked down. "Who the hell are you?"

        It was a girl, maybe about four or five, staring up at him in sadness and confusion, maybe a little fear too. Was this some kind of trick to get him to open up?

        “Who are you?” He repeated, softer this time, but still weary.

        The child tugged on her little backpack, staring at her Hello Kitty sneakers as she handed him an envelope.

        Chato sighed deeply, closing the door quickly and taking off the lock chain. When he opened the door again she was still there. Harshly – maybe a little too harshly – he took the envelope. It was addressed to him. There was no directions, no street name – only his name.

        Standing aside, Chato gestured for the girl to enter. She stayed quiet and followed his directions, sitting on the old beaten couch. Still wary, he checked down the hallway for anyone who could be responsible for the girl; but finding no one, he re-entered his apartment and locked the door, just in case.

        He stood there for about a minute, looking between the girl and the envelope in his hands. It worried him that there was no address – that whoever had dropped off the kid knew who and where he was.

        Before he could overthink it, he ripped open the envelope, relieved to find it was a letter, and not some kind of tracking device. But the words on the page sent his heart into his stomach all the same.                                                                        

Chato,

I’ve written this letter a hundred times over these last few years, but I still don’t know what to say.

I know you’re probably overthinking this, but don’t worry about how I found you. I was never too far away.

This is (Y/N). Her birthday is June 1st. , she will be six. She’s yours. Chato had to sit down, gripping the paper tightly in his fist. The kid was his? No – that wasn’t possible. She was six, he’d been married for years before she was born, there was no way, there was no one-

        Oh. No… there was someone. Just once. But once was enough. I know this is a shock, and it was never meant to happen, but it’s the truth. I’ve included her birth certificate, it’s all the proof I have.

I’m sorry to dump all this on you, I’m not going to say I was going to tell you because honestly I’m not sure I was. I wrote this down because I don’t think I could've told you this to your face, and maybe if I was there you wouldn’t have accepted her. But I need you to take her. Take her? No, this wasn’t happening. He couldn’t take her, he could barely even get by on his own, and he sure as hell wasn’t ready to be a father. Not again. He wasn’t worthy of that again.

She can’t stay with me anymore, I don’t know what else to do. Lately she’s been showing signs of your gift, she can’t control it and I can’t help her.

I need you to take care of her. I know you’re a good guy, and what happened between us was a one time mistake, but she needs someone now, and that someone can’t be me. I know I’m asking a lot, but I have no other choice, you know what they do to people like you here. Just don’t let her grow up thinking I abandoned her, remind her that I love her and I’m trying to do what’s best. Don’t look for me, it’s not safe.

I really am sorry.

- Elizabeth

        Elizabeth. He hadn’t thought of her in years, he’d all but forgotten her existence. The undercover cop trying to mole her way into his gang back in Gotham – she’d done a good job of it too, but after their affair, she revealed herself to him, and neither could go on. Her case was blown and Chato couldn’t remember a rage like the one he’d felt that day; he might have done something terrible, but he didn’t hurt women. Not then.

        His wife never found out about the affair, but the guilt ate him up for the longest time.

        Breaking his train of thought, Chato sat back and looked back at the kid. He could see some resemblance, the shape of her brown and curve of her cheeks weren’t unlike his at that age. She looked sad, and afraid.

        Clearing his throat a little, he tried to think of something to say. “So… your name’s (Y/N), huh?” Her head shot up at the sound of her name, little pigtails swinging by her ears as she nodded nervously. “And you… uh…” it had been a long time since he’d talked to a kid, “do you know who I am?” The girl nodded again, gripping the straps of her backpack again. “You don’t say much, do ya?” She stared, looking a little guilty.

        Chato leaned on the arm of the chair, rubbing a hand over his face and sighing deeply. Was he ready for this?

        The kid swung her legs in little circles, still wearing her backpack and sitting on the end of the sofa, looking stiff and uncomfortable.

        It seems he didn’t really have much choice.

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[Character interaction thingy with Yuri! 🍹 fem!reader /c with a fake dating plotline near the ball]

"Oh! You intend on introducing us at the ball?!" Constance exclaimed in evident excitement. "My apologies, Yuri! I retract my statement evaluating your capacity for romanticism; that sounds like the perfect way to introduce us to the woman you've decided to take on as your significant other."

"Good idea, pal. That way we won't have to hunt her down!" Balthus chimed in, as if relieved that he wouldn't have to scare the living daylights out of the girl probably in a similar way that the rumor had started, with a man harassing her, though for different reasons this time. "We'll hold you to your promise, you better introduce us now that you've said you would! It'll be quick, we just want to check her out, is all. Make sure she doesn't have any ill will." Though, if there was anybody to make a judge of character in that department, it would be Yuri, so the chances of anyone having malicious intent toward the Abyss being able to keep it so on the down low that he couldn't sense it while they were supposedly dating was extremely low.

"Then we'll let you go. You know how particular women can be with the way that their partners ask them out to formal events like this. I hope you make it special for her, Yuri-bird." said Hapi, the most normal response of the three Ashen Wolves. The ball was weeks away, though couples were already forming and promising to each other on the surface.

Okay I kinda laughed when I first saw the response!

Today is the last chance to *start* a story for the interactions! Rules are here

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“Fantastic, then I’ll go up there and let her know” as he turns he could feel his eye twitch. And hearing even Hapi join in made him feel like a fool for giving out the idea, even when he clearly intended it to sound more like they’re everything but welcome to go with it.

But he wanted to let you know as quickly as possible. Mainly because he felt like Balthus could not hold onto that promise and look for you either way. It was nice that his friends cared so much but at the same time it was just not needed. He tried to make it quick so he didn’t even care if he’d be interrupting. He just hoped to not be seen by the professor since he might be asked again to join the house.

He managed to calm down a little but it still was clear that something recently annoyed him “Hey, have a moment? I think I found a way for you to repay me” honestly he didn’t plan on having that promise hanging, so it was kind of an excuse to give you another reason to agree “Buut it concerns you anyways so I suggest that you listen”

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Kiss Me More (Part II) - Zemo/Reader

Masterlist || Part One

Summary: Part two, read part one if you haven’t already! Sam & Bucky put reader in charge of looking after Zemo....again. Series loosely inspired by this song.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: Kissing, heavy petting, mentions of sex, minor TFATWS spoilers.

A/N: Wow! I was so shocked on the feedback I got on the first part of this story. It has nearly 800 notes. I’m not used to my writing getting that kind of attention so I really appreciate the love. I decided to make this into at least a 3-4 part series and there will be eventual smut, but I feel like there’s something sweet between these two that goes beyond an obvious physical attraction, so I do want to build that a bit before we get there. This weekend I rewatched TFATWS & Civil War because I’m officially obsessed with Zemo lol. Please let me know what you think, and let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist. :) 

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“Keep an eye on him.”

Y/N watched Bucky and Sam split off again. That was now at least the third time she’d heard that phrase since she arrived in Riga. Little did they know, she was probably the worst person to be put in charge of Zemo. Truthfully, it was starting to be a little insulting.

It was unclear why she’d been brought along on this mission, when half the time Sam and Bucky were talking in hushed tones just out of her earshot. There was always more to the story than they told her, but this time, it felt like she was more out of the loop than ever.

She adjusted the neckline of the sweater she wore out of an abundance of caution, checking subconsciously to make sure it hadn’t exposed the mark Zemo had left on her from the day before. It was a discovery she’d made that morning, and persisted despite her efforts to cover it up with makeup.

“According to those two, I must be the best at babysitting you,” she muttered under her breath. It was petty, so she wasn’t even sure if she wanted him to hear. But he did.

“Babysitting?” Zemo lifted an eyebrow. 

“You know, a nanny, a governess….whatever a Baron’s equivalent is,” she said, looking him in the eye for the first time that day, which was a mistake. He looked so handsome in that long, fur-lined coat, tall and refined, hair styled perfectly. There had to be warrants out for his arrest since escaping prison, and in his current getup, he was hard to miss. 

It wasn’t easy to ignore the stifling tension between them. The Baron hadn’t left her thoughts since she’d closed the door on him the evening before. Now they were alone again. She couldn’t decide if that was thrilling or terrifying, so she decided on both.

“It’s nice of them to give us some alone time,” Zemo stepped close to her, one gloved hand pressing between her shoulder blades. Despite the cool temperature outside, it was the first thing today that had her shivering. 

“Walk with me,” he commanded sternly. She saw no opportunity to refuse as they started in the direction opposite of where Bucky and Sam had disappeared. 

“Zemo-”

“Helmut,” he corrected her. “But go on…”

“We have to focus on figuring out where Donya’s funeral will be,” she said, feeling his hand slide down to settle on the small of her back, trying to inch away, but he just pulled her closer. “We can’t waste time.”

“I know Riga inside and out, that won’t be as difficult as you and your friends think,” he murmured. His proximity was already suffocating. Or maybe comforting. It was hard to tell. “Tell me, what is your business with them? You aren’t an Avenger. This was my first time hearing your name.”

She snorted, finally finding the strength to pull away, and he dropped his hand. That was one thing that had confounded her. He was confident, took liberties with what others would allow, but knew when to stop pushing. There was something alluring to his nature. 

“I’m not,” she responded, wondering how much she was willing to share. When she stole a glance out of the corner of her eyes, his head was lowered, leaning in, listening intently for her response. She wondered if he really cared, or if he was good at pretending. It was easy to believe that he did.

“Bucky and I aren’t that different,” she continued. “That’s why we’re friends. I’m not a super soldier, but I was taught how to fight, how to kill. I followed orders for too long without questioning whether or not I was doing the right thing. And at least now, I think I am.”

“You think,” he repeated, and corrected her again like he had the day before. As much as she wanted some kind of clever or quick quip back, she wore her heart on her sleeve for the moment and shrugged. There was nothing to defend when she still wasn’t sure what responsibilities she had in this world. 

Zemo halted, and she paused too, turning back to look at him. “So you were an assassin,” he murmured, reaching out. Nodding slightly, she lowered her eyes when his gloved thumb brushed across her face. The buttery, overpowering smell of leather took her over as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I would’ve never guessed. Du bist so süß.”

Her knowledge of German was limited, but she could see a flash of what looked like affection in his eyes. He couldn’t be lying, could he? She wondered. She wanted to trust that he wasn’t, wanted to identify every good part of him she could, so she could justify the overwhelming attraction she felt towards him. Something in her just kept pulling forward against her will, like a magnet.

“You’d be surprised,” she answered, but didn’t pull away. The intensity of his gaze made her feel weak, but there was something strangely reassuring in his eyes. It was just the two of them, standing on a crowded sidewalk.

She rose her hand to clasp around his, frowning when she felt the hard loop of a ring on one of his gloved fingers. It had gone unnoticed by her, until now. He still wore a wedding band. 

It would have been easy to vocalize the observation, gauge his reaction, try to regain some upper hand and remind him who exactly he was dealing with. But, it would’ve been pointlessly cruel, as she knew what that felt like to answer that question. Those days were behind her, now. 

As if the universe was scolding her, a loud car horn broke through the perceived silence. His hand dropped from her face, and they began to walk again. 

“I had lots of time to think in prison,” he said after a heady pause in conversation. “About the things I’d done. Whatever intentions you have, to someone, you’re always the enemy. What I thought was important, trying to serve the greater good, it isn’t always worth the trouble. I was trying to protect what I had already lost, the places and people I’d taken for granted.”

Deciphering his words, she took a moment before responding. “That’s actually...very insightful,” she said, partly surprised by what he’d shared, appreciating that he felt her vulnerability, and matched it in his response.

“I know you’re stunned I’m not a brute,” he answered, increasing his pace to a determined strut rather than a lazy stroll. She was forced to keep up with him. “You’ve been told what to think about me by Sam and Bucky.”

She scoffed. “Not just them. The entire world. All the people you’ve hur-”

He halted and turned to face her so quickly, she collided with his chest and her breath caught in her throat. 

“I’m not that man anymore,” his voice was nearly a growl, disgust laced in his features as he looked down at her. 

But as soon as she recognized it, he became expressionless again, backing away. Falling back into step beside him, they continued to walk, a bit faster than they had been before. She followed him, at this point convinced that she might get lost without his guidance, but a little startled by his sudden change in behavior.

“What do you think of Riga?” he asked her as they cut through an alleyway. His voice held none of the venom that it had a few moments ago, so she wondered if she’d just hit a sore nerve.

“It’s beautiful,” she answered, admiring the old brick buildings and fine architecture. “But I think I haven’t had much of a chance to appreciate it.”

“Have you been thinking about me?”

They ducked under an alcove, and she realized he’d carefully led her off the crowded streets. It was much quieter here. She suddenly didn’t feel as protected as she had been with him in the open. The temperature in the shaded space was much lower than expected. And he was standing over her, waiting for some response she didn’t know if she could give. 

“I haven’t forgotten about last night, liebling,” he continued. 

Of course she had been thinking of him. Nearly nonstop. What they’d shared, what it meant. She hadn’t been able to sleep until she relieved herself, fingers rubbing her clit and delving into her warmth, whimpering his name when she finally came. Still, it had done little to quell the ache inside her. 

It was a horrible thing, she’d decided. Objectively horrible, and unprofessional. There was the consideration of accessibility. What did he see in her beyond a means to an end? Was she really going to throw everything she’d worked for away to a man who was going to use her to scratch an itch?

Too much was at stake, Sam and Bucky’s trust, her reputation, her job, and she couldn’t allow it to go on. 

But oh, how much she wanted it to. 

“Yesterday was nice,” she straightened up, holding her own. “I won’t lie to you.”

The corner of his mouth tugged up slightly in a self-satisfied smirk. 

“But I’m not foolish,” she continued. “Coming on to the first woman you see after you get out of jail? Seems pretty convenient.”

At first, the Baron tilted his head to the side, his brows pulled together at her words. But after a moment, the smile returned, and he chuckled. “Is that what you think this is about?”

“Don’t insult me, Helmut,” she said sternly, trying her best not to feel embarrassed. She was only being honest.

“Are you always so severe to yourself?” he asked, tutting lightly. 

It would have been better to say nothing. Why give him anything at all? 

She didn’t answer his question, just backed away from him and began walking in no particular direction, wanting only to increase the space between them and regain her common sense. That was impossible however, as she was jolted backwards before she even knew what was happening, a firm hand on her upper arm, and she was chest to chest with Zemo once more. 

“We were in Madripoor together. I could’ve had my way with many women there if I wanted. But I didn’t.”

“Please-” she rolled her eyes.

“If all I wanted to do was fuck someone, I could have done it by now,” he stalked forward, the air pressure around them dropping, weighed by the tension hanging thick between them. “But that’s not what I want. I want you.”

His words, spoken in a soft, low purr rattled away every bit of resolve she had left in her. Some last ditch effort found her stepping backwards, but her body met the brick wall behind them and she realized he had her cornered. 

In more ways than one, she thought.

Taking in a shaky breath, she looked up at his eyes, clouded with lust. “I know you want me,” he said, not a shred of doubt in his voice. But why should there have been? He was right. 

Her eyes darted around, like someone or something around them was going to jump out and save her from herself. It didn’t go unnoticed. “There’s no need to be scared, liebling. I feel it, too.”

With that, he closed the gap between their lips. He tasted sweet, like the candies he’d been eating back at his flat. Turkish delight. She was drowning in him again, his scent, his touch, everything about him enveloped and beguiled her. Her shirt had bunched up slightly somewhere along their walk and his gloved hands explored the exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

She surrendered, letting him tease open her mouth and claim her wholly. It was still bad, she knew. But there wasn’t any last bit of self-control left in her. 

The layers of clothing between them didn’t allow for the same proximity she’d had to him the evening before. Groaning in delight and frustration, she reached up to tangle and rake her fingers through his hair, as his fingers curled around the top of her sweater, revealing the sensitive skin of her neck. 

“Don’t hide this,” his lips left hers as his eyes focused on the stamp of affection he’d left behind the day before. “Let them see.”

“You know I can’t,” she responded, sheepishly pulling it back into place. Studying her with amiable consideration, his hand rose to brush tenderly across her cheekbone. 

“I thought you’d come to me last night,” she confessed, drawing away slightly, shocked by her own admission. But right now, she didn’t feel the need to put up as much of a facade. He looked positively virile; panting, his cheeks flushed and hair mussed, pupils blown out as he focused on her. To know she was the cause of his current state of disarray gave her an immense amount of satisfaction. A buried, salacious part of her wondered what else she could do to make him look even more unkempt.

“I considered it,” he said, sounding almost timid. “But I want to do this right.” He leaned in, pressed a kiss beneath her ear. “In private, so no one can disturb us,” he continued, lips moving down her neck. “We can take our time, you can be as loud as you’d like.”

The mental image he was currently painting for her was doing very little to strengthen her convictions, whatever those had been. The thought of her legs wrapped around his torso, naked bodies pressed together sent a bolt of electricity through the pit of her stomach, radiating outwards. She wanted his lips on every inch of her skin. Aching at the possibility, the present tease of his teeth nibbling on her collarbone wasn’t helping.

“You know we can’t,” she didn’t try to stop the thought as it came out of her mouth.

“What is there to lose?”

Everything, she thought, but didn’t answer. She couldn’t really, as his gloved hand was trailing slowly under her jacket and sweater, against her bare skin, and cupping her breast through her bra. Whimpering, she couldn’t control the way her body arched against his.

Hooking her knee on his hip, she let him press forward, feeling the warmth of his excitement through his trousers and her jeans. He ground against her once, teasingly, and she moaned softly into his mouth. 

He was the one to pull away, and she was thankful he did. “Think about it, liebling,” he said softly, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. “Du hast die Kontrolle.”

“We can’t,” she answered again, but even she didn’t believe herself. Raking her hands through her hair and adjusting her rumpled sweater, she straightened up. “We have a job to do.”

Brushing past him out of the alcove, each step she took away from him gave her the self control she desperately needed. She glanced over her shoulder to see him reluctantly trudging behind. At this point, she wasn’t foolish. There were only two ways this could end.

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Part III

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Rivalry Put To Rest

Pairing - Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Arranged marriages (non of that under age like child marriages though fuck that yuck, these are obviously of age adults i just really wanna make that clear jesus), praise kink, modern AU, just lovely soft sex with my favorite man :'^).

Word Count - 2.4k

Other Comments - Dude it’s been so long since ive actually written anything im so sorry. But i couldn't resist writing this. I know i promised xiao but he will come in time. This is a little bit of a slow burn, or at least the sex doesnt start right away lol i want this to be nice and soft. P.s. youre on birth control so dont worry about no condom lol.

You did not like this idea. Why your parents were still forcing you into this was beyond you seeing as how you were a fully grown ass adult. You just couldn’t stomach the disappointment you would be seen as in their eyes. You were the daughter to the CEO of one of the most well known Law Firms in Teyvat. Zhongli was the son of another CEO who controlled your Rival company. Yours's and his parents wanted to finally settle the bad blood between the firms by having the two of you get married. You knew damn well the benefits of doing this was, god forbid if your Fathers firm went underwater, you would still be secure with Zhongli as your husband.

It’s not that you didn’t like Zhongli, and he certainly was not ugly; you just couldn’t stand your freedom to choose who you really wanted to marry being ripped from you. It was non negotiable though, so you had to go through with it. Zhongli didn’t seem to mind at all, he thoroughly enjoyed his very brief moments he had with you before, and was frankly excited to get more of those moments. He just hoped you didn’t resent him or blame him for this.

You both of course had an extravagant wedding, why would you not when your family was one of the wealthiest in Teyvat. You were grateful to your parents for letting you invite a few of your friends, and it seemed Zhongli had done the same. There was almost like a crowd formed around you two at the after party, you talking to your friends, and him with his. Zhongli had offered you his arm to hold onto, but you politely declined, feeling that even just holding his arm was too intimate for you.

“Already trouble in paradise for the two lovebirds?” One of Zhongli’s friends had chuckled, a red head with a stupidly smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as you shot a look at him. Your friend Ningguang frowned, turning to look at your now husband.

“Control your dog, Mr. Zhongli.” You let out a chuckle, when you heard Zhongli’s friend scoff.

After a while, it was customary for the newlyweds to go on their honeymoon; so after a couple of hours you had to bid farewell to your friends and family. You approached the jet the two of you would be taking, with Zhongli carrying the luggage not far behind. You went ahead and boarded, while your new husband spoke with the pilot and the crew, sighing to yourself.

“Come on (y/n) suck it up, this honeymoon will be over sooner than you know it.” You mumbled to yourself, settling into the high class jet.

“Did you say something (y/n)?” You jumped, not expecting to hear Zhongli’s voice. “Ah.. My apologies, I did not mean to startle you.” You sighed and shook your head, waiving your hand to dismiss the apology.

“You’re fine Zhongli, I’m just… Nervous is all.” He hummed in response, nodding as he settled himself into the jet.

“I understand (y/n), I really do apologize about this being thrusted into your lap. I know this isn’t the ideal circumstances for a young woman to go through.” You nodded, glad that he understood your hesitance to the situation. Zhongli really wasn’t a bad guy.

“It’s really not your fault Zhongli, I understand you probably had no more say in it than I.” You gave him a reassuring smile, the first genuine smile to grace his line of sight. Without noticing he found himself smiling back, relieved that you didn’t see him with any contempt. A comfortable silence settled, as the jet took off towards your destination.

It wasn’t a long flight, and along the way you were able to make small talk, slowly learning more about Zhongli. After two short hours, you felt the jet jump slightly against the ground before steadying itself on the runway. After a few more moments, you both departed, Zhongli once again handling the luggage, leaving your side to retrieve it.

Before you knew it, you were at the house you would be staying at for your honeymoon. It sat on a beautiful beach side shore, with a large open patio looking out over the ocean. By the time you guys had arrived it was already around 10:00 o’clock at night, so the crescent moon was high in the sky as you both stepped out onto the patio. The moon and stars gleamed against the inky black water, with the rhythmic beating of the waves lulling you both into a comfortable silence. You stood next to your husband and finally for the first time that night, actually took in his face.

The light of the scenery exposed the beauty Zhongli held in his face, the pale light bouncing off his cheekbones and illuminating his golden irises as he looked out over the sea. He must’ve felt you staring because moments later those golden eyes were locked on yours.

“Do you like the scenery (y/n)?” You gave a quick nod before ducking away from his gaze, a red flush rising to your face. You heard him chuckle for a moment before shifting.

“I know what is customary to happen on our honeymoon, and I do not want you to feel pressured to fulfill that part of our relationship.” You flushed even more as you suddenly found the pattern of the wood to be very interesting. You had completely forgot that sex was usually something people did on honeymoons. It seemed normal, because generally the people who get married have had a relationship before this so nothing felt awkward about the topic. Obviously that wasn't the case in this situation, but there was something in you that kind of wanted to. Something in you that felt comfortable enough with him to do it, you already trusted him which shocked you. What if he wasn���t though? What if he was uncomfortable with the thought of having sex with you right now which is why he brought it up so suddenly?

“Thank you Zhongli, you’re too kind. You’ve truly been so understanding through this entire thing.” You looked back up to him finally, and found a gentle smile on his face. He nodded and hummed before turning back to the house.

“We should probably get to bed, it’s already fairly late.” You nodded, pulling out your phone to check the time. You both walked about into the house together. “There is another room down the hall from the master bedroom if you don’t want to sleep in the same bed. It’s smaller so I could always take it.” There he goes, being considerate and kind; handling your thoughts and feelings like glass that would break any second. You remained silent for a moment contemplating on what he had said, before gently shaking your head.

“No, no, it’s fine. I want to share the bed with you.” You smiled up at him, and he looked almost surprised with your willingness, but the shock didn’t last for long before he smiled back at you and nodded; offering you his arm to hold on to, which you shakily took. You both reached the bedroom, where he had placed all of your guy's luggage before letting you go to retrieve your sleeping clothes as he did the same. You went into the bathroom, to give yourself and him some privacy before slowly re-entering. Zhongli was in a pair of brown silk pants with golden accents and a black short sleeve shirt. Your eyes met each other, and Zhongli smiled when he saw you.

“I know that these were unideal circumstances to get married, but I’m happy it is you who is my spouse. I can only hope you think the same of me, and that at some point you can genuinely feel connected to me.” You blushed as he said this, genuinely taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. You feel bad for dreading and almost resenting Zhongli when you were first notified about the engagement, once finding out just how compassionate and caring the man before you was. Slowly, the two of you made your way into the large king sized bed. There was a large gap between the two of you, large enough to comfortably fit another person. Your mind raced a mile a minute trying to decide whether or not you should scoot in a little closer to the man next to you.

And so you did, without taking another moment to think about it you shifted closer to Zhongli until your side gently pressed against his. You felt Zhongli stiffen beside you for a brief moment, and for a split second you regretted scooting in; that was until you felt him roll over onto his side and wrap a strong arm around your torso. You could really take in Zhongli’s scent like this and you noticed that he smelled like amber rum, chestnuts, and a hint of vanilla. It wrapped you in a warmth that lulled you into a comforting silence as the two of you laid together like this.

You rolled onto your side, letting Zhongli’s arm now rest against your waist. Your noses were almost touching as the two of you stared into each other's eyes. You saw his eyes dart down to your lips for the briefest of seconds, letting yourself do the same.

“Zhongli…” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Can I kiss you?” You saw Zhongli’s eyes widen as his gorgeous eyes met yours, not expecting you to ask him that.

“I would love nothing more… Darling.” You flushed at the mild pet name, before softly placing your lips onto his. It felt as time skidded to a halt, as the two of you moved against each other with the grace of a slow dance. Soon enough it became heated, as you changed positions and straddled his hips. You could feel his boner pressing against you through his pants, and it made warmth bloom in your chest.

“You really want to do this right? You don’t feel pressured my dear?” You smiled at Zhongli’s questions, nodding before he could get another one out. It felt good to be so concerned about, so doted over.

“Yes Zhongli, I really want to do this with you. I trust you.” This time it was Zhongli’s turn to flush, an elegant smile gracing his lips. Before long, the both of you were out of your sleeping clothes and back on top of one another. Your back was to the silken bed sheets, as Zhongli was on top of you lining his hard cock up with your eager pussy. Zhongli gave you one last look before slowly entering you inch by inch. To say he was huge would be an understatement, so he knew he had to take it slow with you so as to not hurt you in any way. Zhongli needed this to be a good experience with you, he would never forgive himself if he hurt you or made this unenjoyable in any way at all.

The noises you were making and the way your hands were clawing at his back reassured him that he was doing everything right so far, always stopping after pushing in a few inches to give you time to adjust. Without thinking, Zhongli's mouth just started moving as words spilled out.

“You’re doing so good for me my angel, you’re taking me so well. You’re too good for me.” With the praise spilling out of Zhongli’s mouth, you couldn’t help but unleash a flurry of loud moans, as he bottomed out. He stood still for a couple moments, making sure you were nice and comfortable, until he felt you trying to move against him; trying to get him to move in and out of you.

“If you were ready for me to move, all you needed to do was ask my gem.” You let out a whine like moan, that evolved into a guttural groan when he finally started to thrust in and out of you. Your nails raked across his skin, surely leaving marks for you to admire after this was all said and done. He wasn’t skipping out on the marks either, as he sucked and bit at your skin, still throwing out praise every time his mouth left your skin. His fingers dug into your hips, as he sped up. He just couldn’t help himself, your wet quivering pussy just felt way too good wrapped around him; sucking him in every time he pulled out.

“I can’t believe it took us getting into an arranged marriage to finally meet, my god where have you been all my life.” Zhongli had begun to groan, obviously getting close to tipping over the edge, with the way his thrusts continued to get sloppier every so often. You moaned in response, too blissed out of your mind to form actual words. Zhongli’s head fell against your shoulder, his ebony black hair hanging off his shoulders.

With a few more strokes, Zhongli had both of you tumbling over the edge and cumming in unison. All that could be heard in your room was the quiet crashing of waves and the combined panting of the both of you. After a few moments of Zhongli getting his breath back he tumbled down next to you, sweaty shoulders touching. A couple seconds of silence passed before you spoke up in a raspy broken voice.

“It took us so long because I’m technically your rival.” You were giggling slightly, when Zhongli let out a loud chuckle.

“I guess you are right my dear, but now we are joined together. And I cannot wait to see what comes of our joining.”

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Subspace.

A/N: This has been in my drafts for aaaaaggggeees, I actually forgot I’d written it 🤣, another different sort of writing and I hope you all enjoy (Please remember this is a work of fiction)! 💕💕

Summary: The first time Tom realises his girlfriend is stuck in subspace.

Warnings: Mentions of sex (Minors do not engage), talks of a dom! x sub! relationship, swearing, mentions of an injury.

Something is wrong with you and Tom can’t put his finger on it. You’re not yourself and haven’t been since last night. You seem almost out of it, as if you’re here but at the same time not.

“Shit.” You muttered out as you caught your foot on the edge of the couch and fell onto your knees. This is what Tom is talking about, you’re not usually this clumsy but this morning? You’ve had his heart hammering in his chest more times this morning than you have in the last year of dating.

“Darling, are you okay?” Tom asked as he helped you to your feet, a complete look of concern in his eyes.

“Yeah, just lost my footing.” You smiled as you flopped onto the couch. “Think my legs are still recovering.” You huffed out through a laugh.

“Are you sure? You’re a lot clumsier than normal.” Tom was concerned now, it was growing inside his stomach and he couldn’t shift it, he just couldn’t put his finger on what was going on with you.

“Like I say, I think my legs are still a bit shaky from last night.” You shrugged as you trained your eyes onto the TV.

You’d had an intense session last night, you’d had multiple orgasms and both of you had had earth shattering ones to finish off, the kind that knocked him out almost completely, how tired he was washing over him in an instant. It had been one of your more intense sessions in fourteen month relationship, although you had a dom, sub relationship it was never too out there. Orgasm denials, multiple orgasms, light choking, him tying you up were as far as you’d ventured so far.

**

Tom only grew more concerned as the day went on, especially when he walked through to the living room at 1pm and found you still on the couch. You were in the same position he’d left you in almost two hours ago.

“Darling,” Tom asked and you mindlessly hummed in response. “You’re meeting your friend in twenty minutes.” He pointed out and he watched as you picked your phone up and checked the time, panicking as you saw it.

“Shit, shit, shit. Lost track of time.” You said as you shot past him and upstairs. Of course Tom understood that anyone could lose track of time, it just happened. But you? No, you were the most organised and punctual person he knew, if you said you would be somewhere, you’d turn up ten minutes early, you didn’t do late.

You quickly rushed out a ‘love you’ with a quick kiss to his cheek as you practically ran out of the door. Tom found himself thanking the Gods that you weren’t driving with how you’d been this morning.

**

You came back a few hours later, rushing into the living room and practically throwing yourself at him. You were cold from the winter air and it made Tom shiver slightly at the sudden temperature change he was experiencing.

“You okay?” He asked as his hand came to the back of your head, your face stuffed into his chest.

“I missed you.” You sniffled and Tom was taken aback, this was normal when he’d spent weeks away from you, but hours? You were a pretty independent person, although you and Tom were extremely close, you were by no means completely attached at the hip.

“I missed you too.” Tom comforted as he squeezed you, you pulled yourself closer, making him shift so you could straddle him. Clinging to him as if he’d disappear, although you were a cuddly person by nature you were usually happy just cuddled into his side as you watched TV. 

“You did?” You asked as you pulled back to look at him, excitement in your eyes, almost like a child. Tom furrowed his brows, this was unusual, like he says, you’re an independent person, you were acting like you needed him to say it, needed him to reassure you.

Of course, there had been times where you had needed that from him, when the media or the fans had been pretty hard on you but as far as he was aware that wasn’t the case right now.

“Of course I did.” Tom reassured as he ran his thumb over your cheek and you leant into the minor touch, making Tom take your face in his hand. You seemed to be craving his touch, it seemed to be something you needed he observed over the next hour.

You stayed in his lap, whining when he stopped running his hand over your back or through your hair. Nuzzling so far into him that he was sure you were trying to get inside him, when he got up to go into the kitchen you’d trail behind him like a lost puppy. All of your behaviours making Tom grow more and more concerned over you.

In the last few hours you’d seemingly lost coordination of your body, lost track of time and now you were almost emotionally and physically needy. Not that Tom would ever call you needy, or mean it in a bad way, he just didn’t know how else to describe how you were being.

**

The last straw came when you were making a brew for the two of you, after spending all day seemingly trying to make him happy, needing confirmation from him that your actions were indeed making him so.

“Did I put enough milk in your tea?”

“Yeah,” Tom furrowed his brows, “why?”

“I can make you another if not.” You panicked.

*

“Did I get the right one?” You asked as you brought a blanket down from the bedroom.

“I never specified which one I wanted.” Tom laughed and watched a panicked look escape you.

“Well when you said a blanket you must have had one in mind, I can go and get it.”

“Darling, calm down.” Tom said with furrowed brows as he forced you to sit with him and trying to stop your panic.

“I just want to make sure you’re happy. That I’m not misbehaving.” You said through a panicked voice and Tom’s concern hit a level he wasn’t sure was possible. Misbehaving? You weren’t a child, you weren’t his pet.

“Baby, you do make me happy.” Tom said. “What’s going on with you? What do you mean misbehaving?” Tom asked and he watched as you shrugged.

“I just want to make sure I’m being good.” You shrugged as you settled back down.

*

Tom watched as you filled the cup in your hand, the water rising and before Tom could stop it happening, it happened. The water overflowed and poured out onto your hand, you hissed in pain as you pulled it from the cup, putting the kettle down as you did.

“Fuck darling.” Tom panicked as he instantly grasped your arm and shoved your hand under the cold tap.

“That hurt a bit.” You said and Tom’s eyebrows shot up.

“A bit? Y/N/N, you’ve just practically scolded yourself.” Tom panicked as he continued to keep your hand under the cold tap. “Where were you?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“I don’t know, I feel a bit,” you paused as you thought of the word. “Floaty,” you settled on.

“Floaty?” 

“Yeah, I feel like I keep drifting off today. I’m sorry, have I upset you?” You suddenly asked, eyes finding his.

“Upset? What? Darling, what is going on?” Tom asked as he placed both his hands on your face. You’d just burnt yourself and you seemed more concerned about whether he was upset than your burnt hand.

“I don’t know.” You admitted as tears sprung to your eyes.

“Oh sweetheart.” Tom said as he pulled you into his chest, making sure your hand stayed under the tap. He held for a few minutes, placing kisses into your hairline as your silent tears wet his t shirt. He pulled back after a while, pulling your hand from under the tap to examine it, he was relieved to see no blisters, that you were extremely fucking lucky and had avoided a trip to A & E.

Your hand was still red raw and had a heat to it so Tom grabbed a tea towel and drenched it in cold water, wrapping it around your hand.

“Tommy, I’m tired.” You said almost childlike, almost as you do when you’re in a drunken state. “I’m really tired.” You said again.

“Okay, I’m gonna go and grab some burn cream and then I’ll put you to bed, okay?” He reassured as he led you upstairs and into the bathroom. Once in there he quickly applied the cream to your hand, he was thankful Sam had talked him into buying some, the chef in him reminding the family how bad burns could be. Once he’d dressed you, he helped you get into bed, pulling the covers over you.

“Wait, where are you going?” You asked as Tom was about to leave the room. “You’re not staying?” You asked in a small voice. Your behaviour had certainly taken a turn over the day.

“I can if you want me to?” He said and he watched you frantically nod your head. He cuddled you until you fell asleep and then carefully removed himself from the bed, careful in his every move not to wake you.

It wasn’t long before he was dialling his best friends number and asking him to come over.

“What’s up?” Harrison asked he plopped down on the couch next to Tom.

“Y/N/N.” Tom sighed and Harrisons brows shot up in concern.

“Has something happened? Is she okay?” 

“I don’t know.” Tom huffed out as he ran a hand through his hair. “She’s not been herself today and I don’t know what to do.” Tom admitted.

“How’d you mean?”

“Well for starters she spent most of this morning tripping over things. She lost track of time earlier on today, you know her, she doesn’t do that.” Tom sighed and Harrison shrugged.

“Maybe she genuinely did, we can’t all be perfect.” Haz laughed and Tom looked at him seriously.

“Haz, she’s been, needy. Like I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, just out of character. She told me she didn’t want to ‘misbehave.’” Tom said and Haz furrowed his brows in thought.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” Tom shrugged.

“Are you guys like, you know.” Harrison started nervously before collecting himself with a deep breath. “Do you have a dom, sub dynamic?” He asked and Tom furrowed his brows for what felt that the millionth time that day.

“Yeah.” Tom answered carefully.

“And is she the sub?” He asked.

“Harrison.” Tom warned, he wasn’t one to discuss the ins and outs of his sex life with other people, he saw it as a private thing between two people.

“Just,” Haz sighed. “Hear me out, please. Is she?”

“Yeah.” Tom answered again, carefully.

“Have you had a session recently?” He asked again and Tom nodded in response, he was lost, what the fuck did this have to do with anything? “When you engage in your dom side, do you, you know, like ‘punish’ her for misbehaving?”

“Harrison, what the fuck has this got to do with-” Tom cut himself off as realisation dawned on him. You’d been a brat yesterday and he’d acted accordingly.

“It’s called subspace mate.” Harrison said.

“But this has never happened before? Why would it happen now?”

“It doesn’t always happen, sometimes it just takes her hormones being out of balance. Maybe she slipped into it and you never fully coaxed her back, would explain why she’s stuck in a sub mentality.” Haz shrugged.

“But I’ve done everything we normally do in aftercare, I’ve looked after her, reassured her.” Tom reeled off.

“Maybe she’s looking for her dominating partner to bring her back?” Haz suggested. “Try being more forceful.”

“I don’t wanna push her Haz, she fucking burnt herself earlier, completely on another planet when she made a brew.” 

“Maybe you have been doing without realising it.”

“What?”

“Kept her in subspace, you’ve coddled her. Made her feel safe, taken care of. Look, I don’t know Tom, every woman is different but it sounds like based on her behaviour, that you have pulled her further under without meaning to.” 

“Okay, thanks Haz.” Tom said. They enjoyed a good hour or so together, catching up before Tom’s phone pinged with a message from you asking where he was. Tom sighed as he read it.

“Try being a little firmer with her.” Harrison suggested and Tom nodded as he said goodbye to his friend. “Don’t beat yourself up, these things take trial and error and as long as you are both safe, happy and learning it’ll be okay.” Harrison reassured as he placed a comforting hand on his friends shoulder before heading out.

Tom collected himself as he made his way back into your shared bedroom. Your eyes instantly finding his as you flew out of the bed and into his arms, he took a deep breath before his next move. Clearly he needed to change tactic, he just wasn’t sure which one you needed.

“Y/N,” he said as he pulled you back, holding you at arms length as he looked you deeply in the eye. “I need you to come back.” He said and he watched as you furrowed your brows.

“What do you mean? I’m here?”

“You’re not, not properly.” Tom said a little firmly. “You’re still in that floaty place, as you called it.”

“No, Tom.” You laughed. “I feel floaty, I didn’t go anywhere.” You giggled.

“You did and now I need you to come back.” He tried again.

“Tom, you’re being silly.” You laughed again, “I’m right in front of you.” You said, “see you’re touching me.” You continued as you gestured to his hands on your shoulders. Tom didn’t miss your tone, your bratty tone, he changed tactic, eyebrow raising in challenge.

“What did you just call me?” Tom asked, voice demanding, the same tone he used when he was ‘punishing’ you in bed. He watched as you smirked.

“I called you silly.” You challenged and Tom hummed as he backed you into the wall.

“Are you being a brat princess? Are you sure that’s what you want to go with right now? You’re making it sound like you want me to punish you.” He said, lips close to yours as his breath fanned your face, your breath hitching as you shook your head.

“No, I’m sorry, I don’t want to misbehave anymore.” You said and Tom looked you directly in the eyes.

“Then I want you to come back.” He spoke, voice laced in a tone that had told you to ‘get on the bed’, ‘cum for me.’ He watched as an understanding flashed across your eyes and Tom continued. “Come on princess, I need you to come back. I need my Y/N.” He whispered as he captured your lips in his own. “It would make me happy if you did.” He finished.

He watched as your eyes became less vacant, slowly coming back as he coaxed you out with well placed kisses and demands. It wasn’t long before your hand wound into his hair and Tom sighed in relief as his head found your neck.

“That was fucking weird.” You snorted, voice completely your own. 

“That’s never happened before.” Tom said as he pulled back to look at you.

“It was so strange, it’s like I needed you to be the opposite of how you are during aftercare. I just kind of stayed in subspace last night.” You rambled.

“You knew you were in subspace?”

“Well yeah, you’ve done it before but you always coaxed me out of it.” You admitted and Tom looked confused.

“What happened last night? Why didn’t it work?” Tom panicked, had he missed something? 

“Don’t know.” You shrugged. “I suppose you fell asleep quicker than usual and I had one of the best orgasms I think I’ve ever had.” You said and you took in the look on Tom’s face. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up, it happens.”

“But I missed it.”

“Yeah but you still kept me safe. That’s what this is about right? Having fun and being safe. Tom you make me feel so safe, how do you think I end up in subspace sometimes, it’s a different kind of pleasure. As a sub I make myself completely vulnerable to you and you make me feel so safe and wanted and the level of trust I have in you is off the charts and sometimes it just happens, sometimes I drift off.”

“Maybe we pushed it too far.” Tom said as he took your hand in his, placed a kiss to the back of your injured hand. “I couldn’t protect you from this.”

“Tom,” you sighed. “The burn was a mistake, you can’t protect me from everything. If you’re worried I regret what we did last night because of this then don’t be. I don’t regret anything we’ve tried and I trust you, okay? Remember that one time I used the safe word and you stopped immediately and took care of me?” You asked and Tom nodded.

“This is something that does take an element of trial and error, getting fully used to everything that can happen. You took care of me, you brought me back, Tom I trust you completely with me.” You continued. “I’ve never given myself over to someone the way I have you and I’m glad, I’m glad I get to experience these things with you and I wouldn’t change it or you for the world.”

“I promise I won’t miss it next time.” Tom reassured and you smiled as you kissed him.

“I don’t doubt that for a second.”

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