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I need, I crave to see a moment from your imagination where Geta has someone who supports him, cause Caracalla has Geta but who has Geta, right? He carried the empire and his brother's illness alone

“Hush love, hush.”

Paring: Emperor Geta x Concubine!Reader

Warnings: No use of Y/n, mentions of sex, Geta being stressed, unhealthy ways of coping.

Notes: Thank you for the ask! Honestly, I think it is a really interesting thing to think about, who is there for Geta? (Thank you for all the support on the Caracalla fic!?)

His tunic was stained with him but that's how the fights normally went between Geta and Caracalla. Drinks were thrown, vases were broken, and voices were hoarse. No maid or guard stopped them unless Caracalla got physical.

Geta would normally come to his brother's aid after a maid had alerted he calmed down; gently reassuring him that nothing would come between them and he was as much an Emperor as him. It used to happen every so often but it's nearly become weekly at this stage.

He would fuck the stress out of him by choosing a concubine. Ruining one after the other, not caring about their pleasure, he only needed to feel something, anything. His favourite one was never the one to turn him down while stressed, she often was ready for him.

This night in particular he walked passed her, not even a glance away. She spent a minute trying to figure out what was wrong. Did she wear Caracalla colours? Or was her makeup wrong? She noticed he didn't choose any Concubine instead he told a maid to set up a bath.

He asked her to join him in the bath a lot, maybe he wanted to make her beg for him. She was stuck on what to do, so she wrapped herself in a silk nightgown and slowly walked towards the imperial bathroom. Her hand reached the golden door knob as she hesitated, he wasn't the one to play games Caracalla was.

She turned the handle and stepped into the room. The titles matched perfectly with the paintings on the wall, all having little details and stories about Rome’s past and how many emperors and Caesars had become before him. She only saw the back of his head without the crown, his hand out of the bath reached for the golden chalice filled with the utmost richest wine.

“I told you not to disturb me.” Geta called out, his words bouncing off the walls. She was sure he thought she was a mere maid. “I never heard.” His favourite called out, there was a pause that lasted too long for her liking making her brain scream that it was a horrible decision.

His hand reached up to hold the side of the tub, she heard water leak out as he moved to turn to her. His eyes meant hers, he might have been far enough away but she could see his makeup was smudged, running down his face and there was a cut on his neck. He had been crying?

She had never seen him cry before, it was strange, to say the least. The way his back mascara ran down his face made her think of the many concubines he left like that, but to see him wear the face of sorrow was almost Ironic.

She has admitted to the other women that it was becoming more than a job to her, and they warned against that thread of thoughts yet she couldn't help but care for him. She didn't mind when he bruised her hips after a night of one-sided pleasure or the rope burns she would get when he tried them too tight. He would always notice it the next time and pepper kisses when he hurt never mentioning it.

She knew the other concubines were jealous of the treatment she had gotten but they never stayed in bed with him stroking his hair as he slept after their job was done. She would always take an extra step to ensure that he was pleasured.

So her knees nearly went weak when he whispered, “Stay…” it was a request, not a demand. The way he looked at her and clutched onto the tub made her have a desire just to hold him. Before she could even respond, her feet walked towards him. Her hands met with his face, her thumbs wiped away his tears which more flowed down.

He tried to breathe in to stop himself from crying but he was met with her whispers. “It's okay.” He let out a breath and more tears streamed down. She brought his face back looking forward and sat herself down on the side of the tub. He moved towards her leg rests his head down on the fabric as she let him cry into it. “Hush love, hush.” She whispered as she stroked his ginger hair.

“W-why must the gods hate me?” Geta choked into her thigh, his hand gripping onto it now desperately trying to keep it there. “All I do is try to honour them yet they send disease after disease to my brother.”

She listened nodding gently at his words; he ran a whole empire and kept his brother from madness, he often came to bed unable to sleep due to stress. His eyes are often baggy going through trying to drown the look with makeup and the feelings with wine. But nothing ever worked.

“They do not hate you, they give you struggles that you will overcome so the people will remember you.” She whispered, he looked up at her so she leaned down to kiss his forehead. “They will remember your strength, passion, determination and your love for the people to go through these struggles and remain the emperor of Rome.”

Maybe she was telling him what he wanted to hear, what he needed to hear yet something in it had truth. She cared enough for him to remain by his side whispering sweet comforts. “Will you remember me?” He whispered as her hand went towards a cloth to wipe away his makeup.

“Of course, how could I forget?” she replied in a whisper which made him relax in her hand. The room was quiet with just water moving in the background to her washing the makeup off his face.

Over the next month, Geta learned to come to her when he was stressed. He would no longer fuck the stress out of himself unless she agreed it would help instead most days he would lay on her lap letting her stroke his hair. He felt safe with her, a feeling he didn't get often.

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Finally doing something for this man at long, long last. (Whenever I watch Fred Hechinger in an interview dressed in a cute jumper, I wanna hug him, am I alone?)

This is mainly fluff and a little short, so ooc is to be expected in this.

It wasn’t often that Caracalla had a clear head but when he did it was mainly because you were the one to clear the fog from his mind, make him see you as you firmly grip the wrist that held the knife so close to your throat, see the concern within your eyes as you told him with a voice as calm as the cool breeze that caressed his cheek to break from this curse; this spell and come back to you.

You didn’t seem afraid whenever he got like this, when his illness took hold and have him desperately reach for the nearest object that could cause harm. You only looked calm, steady, levelheaded as you swiftly discarded the knife away from both of your reach and cradle him to your chest, making sure to press his head against your heart so that he could hear it and find peace in it.

You’ve seen him like this countless times, and will see him like this for countless more, but right now you could only pray that the next time won’t be for a long while as you pressed kisses into his head of hair. ‘You’re here my emperor,’ you’d whisper, ‘you’re here with me now and with me you shall stay.’

‘You make it sound as though you could command the fates to head your words, to head your silent warning beneath that would surface should you be not content with your reward.’ Caracalla says in a hoarse voice, having lost most of it when shouting until his throat was burning with a pain unlike any other.

‘I just wish to have my emperor come back to me safely.’ You replied as you began to run your hands up and down his back as he clings to you with an iron grip, unyielding and strong of their own, desperately trying to prove that you were right there before him. ‘Safely so I can hold him like this and tell him that it’s okay, that I’m not hurt should he worry that he caused me harm in his outburst as tears appear within his pretty eyes.’ You add in a voice barely above a whisper as you looked at him, only to see that he was indeed tearing up, his cheeks were flushed red like cherries; and yet to you he looked ethereal.

Caracalla almost looks as though he has came out of a painting whenever he cried or looked in even the slightest bit distraught, like he had emerged from a mosaic crafted from the most skilful and delicate of hands. His fiery hair a mess, laurel crown slightly tilted to the side of his head as he looked upon you as one would a god, a being to be worshiped on hand and foot and he was more then kneeling at your very feet.

His beauty and his chaos captivated you to no end and you would gladly let him kiss the wounds he’d sooner inflicted upon you in a moment of rage, you’d let him drag the knife across your chest should it please him and let him lick the blood afterwards; for he was beauty in it’s most realest of form and you couldn’t help but want to admire it up close, even if means getting hurt in the process as you didn’t care, just as long as you got to see such a man of his caliber up close you could died happy.

‘Your words, they stay with me. I remember them all.’ Was all he says as you both remained within the other’s arms, content to a point as this was merely the beginning of your tragic love story with the emperor Caracalla.

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My freaky gingers 💕

I did not in fact…

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“I quite like the quiet.”

Paring: Emperor Caracalla x maid!reader

Warnings: no use of Y/n, ranting?

Just fluff/comfort maybe idk man 😭

Caracalla smelt like wine, drugs and sex, things that most would think of when they thought of him. His tunic had little stains all down the bottom has the more intoxicated he got the more disoriented he became.

He was wandering around the palace halls, they echoed his footsteps as it was odd to see him by himself. He was constantly surrounded by concubines, senators, the Praetorian or even just his brother. But there he was in a green tunic decorated with golden designs ruined by stains just walking with a look of distain upon his face.

“What troubles you, Cesar?” a maid whispered out, she was young, on her knees and scrubbing a stain out of the floor. Caracalla looked down, the alcohol in his system made him ignore the fact such a low class was talking to him and responded. “My brother has been getting marriage letters sent to me every other day and I haven't got one… It's not fair.”

His hands gripped his tunic making creases. “Oh.” The maid responded she had overheard the senator talking about how marriage would help decrease wars. She leaned up a bit and asked, “Well have you tried to send out one?”

She knew it was a dumb question he wouldn't want to get married; he was probably just jealous of his brother getting all the attention all the time. His gaze fixated on the floor away from her, “I have…. They all rejected my offers.”

The maid gulped noticing it looked to be a sore topic, his hands gripping his tunic had a few bruises and his skin was painted has a few new scrapes that needed to be covered. She knew about his outbursts, what palace staff didn't? They weren't allowed to mention it at all for fear it might get out but she heard of stories of concubines been throwing out for simply looking at him wrong.

“Maybe they were already courting someone?” She added hopefully, his gaze returned to her, and his throat tightened a bit with frustration. “Women have ignored marriage proposals from different kings at a chance to maybe marry my brother.” His voice snapped angrily.

“And what do I get? Denied, ignored or asked to talk to my brother about them.” Her eyes widened at that, that level of disrespect towards an emperor and he wasn't even that bad. He continued on this rant, “Do they just know me as a bloodthirsty tyrant? What have they heard, who whispered lie after lie?” He ripped his hands off his tunic and ran them through his hair in an attempt to calm himself.

Caracalla looked at the maid as if she knew. She wasn't holding a sponge anymore instead on her knees leaning back as her hands were in front of her in case he tried to throw something in furry. “I haven't an idea, my emperor.”

He signed heavily, kept his hands in his hair slowly pulled his hair back as he moved them. “It's okay now, the Praetorians dealt with them accordingly.” He breathed out. Before she could catch up with her mouth, she had already spoken.

“How?”

His lips formed a smile, his hands now on the back of his neck tapped to keep himself from getting overly excited. “They disrespected an Emperor, the punishment fit their crime.” The maid felt like she was going to throw up, they were rude from what he was saying but imagine being killed for not wanting to marry someone?

She felt disgusted, why did he even need to get married anyway? He wasn't the one to care about peace, they already had enough money and he had concubines for any other matter. “Do you even want to get married?” She had to hide her disgust in her voice.

His smile dropped and his hands lowered as he took a step back leaning on his back leg. His face almost looked a bit… sheepish? “Well yes. It can get a little lonely in the palace.” the word palace was slurred, as she looked confused. “You have concubines?”

Caracalla rolled his eyes at that, “Concubines are paired well for their services but that's all they are there for. None of them cares enough to cuddle after or-” Caracalla stopped himself as his mind went over the things they wouldn't do with him.

Something pulled on her heartstrings, it was weird hearing the emperor want something so basic… so human and can't get it. “You want someone to care for you?” She said to fill in the silence. She earned a little nod from Caracalla.

They both went silent, it was night outside so it was just candlelight shining through the hall. No parties were on tonight just silence. Caracalla moved towards the wall a slid down beside her, she watched him do this. “I quite like the quiet.” She whispers to him.

She knew he couldn't agree, quiet would be an extract antonym for him. Yet he smiled gently at her, his eyes scanning her face. “Yes, it can be nice sometimes…” She nodded scanning his face in return as her hand touched off his, he looked down noticing the placement. “I hope you find a wife.” Her voice was caring something he hadn't heard since the death of his mother.

“Thank you.” It was a low whisper, but they sat there in comfortable silence with each other sometimes making comments. As the sun arose the guards found the Emperor sitting at a wall hunched over with his head on a maid's shoulder who's head landed on his. They both smelt like drink but no one dared to disturb the scene.

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An analysis of Emperors Geta & Caracalla from “Gladiator II”

(*SPOILERS AHEAD!!*)

Hands down they were two of the most interesting characters from this movie and they deserved more screentime but thanks to the complete script and the actors' incredible performances we can gather a lot about their personality as individuals and dynamic as brothers.

Emperor Geta

The released script has confirmed that Geta was the first to be born and we had already kinda guessed it because of the way he behaved and how other characters used to address him for important matters.

He also had a more calculating and observant nature in comparison to his brother and he was certainly calmer. Nevertheless he was power hungry, slightly unhinged, hedonistic, selfish, naive, short-sighted and uncaring and blind about his people needs. The interesting thing is that he seemed genuinely hurt by Acacius' and Lucilla's betrayal which means that he genuinely wanted their respect and loyalty.

In the script there is a deleted scene where Geta and Caracalla asked from Lucilla to adopt them as her sons, which was a common practice back then to strengthen the bloodline. The Emperors knew that they had no right to the throne, so they made this offer to Lucilla, a daughter of a well-respected Caesar. It was a clear political move, especially from Geta's part (for Caracalla it's also something else which I will get into later).

Geta was a person that despite his cruelty he craved loyalty, admiration and respect. He wanted to be loved by his people but he didn't understand that he also had to take care of them. By mercilessly continuing his conquests he had deprived the people of food. Still he tried to gain that respect by controlling Lucilla just like he said in the script “He who controls the lady of Rome controls the people”.

When the riots began after Acacius' death, Geta seemed to have reached a point of desperation and was even seen hiding his face on a curtain and crying.

His relationship with his brother was both complex and immensely interesting. In a deleted scene they can be seen bickering and arguing and it is explicitly said that they were like this every day. But there was also love from both ends and Geta seemed to genuinely worry about his brother's health. When they were children Geta used his own body as a shield to protect Caracalla from their father's blows which clearly suggests that they had an abusive childhood and ever since then he had always protected him. It's also most certain that he didn't want Caracalla's health problems to become known in the empire and when Acacius' betrayal was revealed Geta was the one that calmed Caracalla's outburst which can also mean that this wasn't his first time restraining him. It was also interesting that when Geta lashed out at Caracalla and threw wine at his brother's face he seemed to be regretful after the anger slowly left him.

All those arguments that happened every day never made Geta love his brother less and even voiced his great concern for him to Macrinus about how he gets worse every day. Caracalla could be even slowly dying from his various diseases and Geta felt helpless.

When Caracalla attacked him the script said that Geta wasn't entirely surprised because he had experienced these kind of moods before. Therefore it's not improbable for Caracalla to have physically attacked Geta in the past. Even at that moment the latter seemed to reach his brother and almost made him change his mind but Macrinus showed up and ended everything.

Geta was really having a huge burden on his shoulders: His responsibilities as a ruler which he proved unable to fulfill and his role as a big brother who had to protect and care for his little brother. A role which he also failed because he underestimated Caracalla's insecurities and put his trust on the wrong person.

Emperor Caracalla

Caracalla was the one that had completely lost his sanity thanks to his various illnesses. The script has confirmed that he suffered from syphilis and lead poisoning and that's a lethal combination. And yes, both diseases can affect the brain:

Caracalla was shown to be impulsive, unpredictable, short-tempered, bloodthirsty and was neither clever nor perceptive as shown when he displayed joy at Lucius for killing his champion after loudly refusing the Emperors' mercy (an outrageous act at the time) and his inability to understand Macrinus' schemes and lies.

He was naive and behaved in a childlike manner which was unbecoming of an Emperor. He was also very hedonistic and seemed more absorbed into enjoying the pleasures and luxuries of his position (sex, food, drink etc.). He, furthermore, appeared to be even more promiscuous than his brother having both male and female concubines around him. In a deleted scene he was seen going with his brother and their concubines to their bedrooms which means they fucked in the same room and shared their concubines. Caracalla invited even Macrinus to their bed to show them his “might”. Even Geta was like "bro chill".

I found his relationship with Lucilla interesting. Apparently he appeared to have a special interest for her:

Lucilla could know this since she tried to reason with him not to kill Acacius and when she was ready to be thrown into the arena herself, he was hesitant to do it and even asked Macrinus if this was necessary (If you ask me he was ready to hit that milf)

But that doesn't mean that he also didn't feel jealousy and anger for the love that the Roman people had for her. In his own words “We give them everything. What has she given them?”. Poor Caracalla didn't understand that his unpopularity came from the way his father took the throne while Lucilla was the daughter of a beloved Caesar. He certainly wasn't the brightest in the room since he failed to comprehend that his disinterest for the people made him unpopular thanks to his famous movie line “They can eat war!”.

His monkey, Dondus, was his comfort animal. He loved and cared for it. It was his companion and friend. It brought him joy and in return he spoiled it with food, clothes and even the seat of the First Consul. He was highly protective of it and, in a deleted scene, he even shouted at Geta for the latter's treatment of it.

But his relationship with his brother was the most engaging one. Apparently Caracalla was having delusions about Geta. He claimed that he tried to kill him by asphyxiating him in the womb with the umbilicus (something that is probably unlikely since it's impossible to remember something like this) and that he always lies to him. It's more possible that the diseases had heavily affected his brain and made him forget or alter things. The script even calls it "dementia" which is something really sad to have at such a young age.

Caracalla felt inferior to his brother and he never had anything that was completely his. He suffered from insecurities and when he presented himself as Emperor to the Senate he said: “Now I am the only one. I was the true us, and he was the false me. We were always "we", all our lives, but now I am only I, me, alone”. (Which is a badass line and we got robbed but that's a talk for another day)

When he cut his brother's hand and smiled I believe he did as if to say "look he bleeds" and probably because he felt relief in finally hurting him the way his brother "hurt" him all that time. But in the end he couldn't do it. He couldn't kill his brother and showed not only hesitation but also got teary-eyed by Geta's words. If Macrinus wasn't there to help, Geta would be able to reason with him.

But it's kind of peculiar how he claimed that “My hand held the blade, but my Father's hand guided mine. I was the puppet, dancing on his string” (rip to another amazing quote) even though their father was abusive. We can only blame this to his insanity.

Sadly, Caracalla seemed to worsen mentally after his brother's death as the script also said.

He couldn't even remember what he had done.

And something else which also points to his insecurity is the throne which he picked to sit on the final game:

In his final moments he felt the same way Geta did: helpless and afraid.

Died alone on his brother's throne.

(special shoutout to Joseph Quinn and Fred Hechinger. They were given so little screentime and yet they delivered thanks to their incredible work 🛐)

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FACTS 😭

I guess the main difference between emperor Caracalla and emperor Geta fans is

Caracalla fans: I need to fuck this man senseless

Geta fans: I need this man to fuck me senseless

I know there are also a lot or people who like both but I think this is a difference between both of them.

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Bros actually so slutty for no reasons 😭

i feel like a victorian man seeing a woman’s ankles for the first time. except it’s a man’s knees.

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The Elections 2024

THIS IS A JOKE (I write better then this 😭)

…….

“Melania, this election, vote for me at least.” The orange man tried to reason with the Slavic goddess who wore 6-inch heels that dug into the carpet of the limo. She was looking out the tainted windows seeing all of Trump's fans hold up signs begging him to ‘Fix the country’ She rolled her eyes and muttered, “I dont want to do another year of fucking Christmas decorations, your lucky im even in this car with you.”

They were on their way to a Trump rally. He wanted her at one at the start of his campaign as his followers could show clips if anyone doubted her support, but he was lucky to have her in the limo with him. He was running out of money from the law suites to afford her. He could only offer her 1 million this time to support his campaign, which only included four rallies if he didn't need her for another public appearance. “Melania please, I-I won't ask you to hold my hand at this rally.”

Melania looked over at him making her eyes narrow her hair threw itself over her shoulder. “Still not enough.” Donald thought for a second before pulling up the calculator on his phone after a minute of seeing how much he could spare, “50k now, if I win 70k for the next four years every 3 months,” Melania thought about it for a second and then nodded, “That’s more like it.”

“C-could I still hold your-” “Dont even ask.”

….

Biden was on the way to his rally, at 81, he was getting a bit old for this. Jill was in another car behind them, Biden a few weeks ago decided he needed a little bit of a break from her. He sat there twiddling his thumbs as his phone kept blowing up in his pocket, it was Jill sending Joe texts about how even Trump and Melania were travelling together. “Is she texting you?” A voice came from the woman sitting next to him, she had dark hair which complemented her warm skin.

Biden nodded, with his lips pursed, Jill still didn't know the definition of space no matter how many times Joe had bought her a dictionary for Christmas. “I told you to block her, the white house is big enough to keep you two in separate areas at all times like they did with Trump and Melania. It worked for them.”

“D-don’t, w-we’re not like t-them…” Biden stuttered out, Kamala nodded respectfully but quickly typed on her smartwatch to the ‘Security service 💚💥’ group chat, “What are you doing?” Biden quickly looked over at Harris's watch. He stopped for a second as he realised something, “You have a group chat… without me??”

“Joe it's not how it looks-” “N-No! It's e-exactly how it l-looks!” Joe said as he started to choke on the tears building up, Harris looked at the 81-year-old cry and began to tap his shoulder for comfort. “Come on… you have a rally to do.”

“NO! I DONT WANT TO DO THE RALLY ANYMORE!” Joe's voice shouted as it cracked from the strain, Harris looked horrified but then he conuited. If you have group chats and want to control my life then why dont you just take my place!” Harris stared at him and then smiled as she realised that would make her the 47th President of the United States of America, she could finally do something. “Fine.”

…….

Breaking news! Joe Biden has stepped down!

A billion dings came straight to Donald's phone, he was almost at his rally when he saw the message, “What is it now?” Melania said rolling her eyes but trump’s breath hitched. “B-Biden s-stepped d-down..”

“Oh…”

“OH FUCK.”

Melania swore as Donald's nose began to run, who would insult him instead, have those little debates he loved so much put him down the right way, criticise him and his letter to Kim Jong-un who he just wants to send them to Joe instead, oh how many nights he stood up thinking about those silly little names they called each other How he would beg to be insulted by Joe just want more time but at last he can’t anymore, which made tears stream down his face.

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Scars 💦 (Transmasc reader x Caine)

Summary: The transmasc reader (fully transitioned) has been in the digital world for a month now and has recently opened up about the scars they have from the surgeries. Caine had a crush on the reader for quite some time now and after hearing about the surgeries worships them because of it but won't admit his crush on the reader. The reader is told by Jax and the others about Caine obvious crush on him so the reader figures if Caine isn’t going to do anything about it, they will. Caine is a switch and so is the male reader.

…………………………………….

Everyone knows Caine has favourites; well, he doesn't really, just his favorites. From day one, Caine took a liking to y/n; he was quiet and got along well with the others; the viewers seemed to like him; and he didn't ask many questions. From a legal standpoint, you could say that is why he was the canine's favourite; otherwise, you have to mention the constant staring Caine seems to catch himself doing; y/n body was like a light while Caine was just a fly. Even since you talked to the others about his surgery scars, Caine has become even more intrigued by him.

Caine would often let slip a few compliments about them, from their personalities to the clothes they wore that day. Often, the clothes were very figure-hugging. The rest of the circus knew what was going on, but none of them said anything to Caine, instead leaning towards Y/N, who didn't notice it at first and always took the compliments as gestures of friendship. After mentioning his scars to everyone, he started to notice the compliments becoming more frequent. y/n always had a tiny crush on Caine from the minute he joined the Digital Circus and showed him around. y/n mind would always replay the moments when they locked eyes and Caine grabbed his hands to show him around. y/n could have sworn he felt sparks, but then again, it could just be his mind.

Today, Y/N was sitting down at the table for dinner, just staring at the food on his plate. He looked around and noticed Caine wasn't there, probably busy, but then again, he might as well mention it to the others to see if they know anything. “So does anyone know where Caine is?” Ragatha, "Sorry, hun, no idea." Jax smirked. “Looking for your boyfriend?” Y/N stabbed his fork into the piece of chicken that he was eating. "M-my what?” Jax still slouched and looked amused. Ragatha hit him in the side with her elbow and said, “Don't mind him." Jax laughed, “You heard me, you boyfriend; come on, we all see the way he looks at you.” Y/N firmly denies it, “I don't know what you're talking about." Jax sits up and looks at the others. “Come on guys, we all know it.” Ragatha looked down, Gangle fidgeted with her fork, Zobble nodded, Pomni gulped, and Kinger was off in his world. "Theirs is your answer, pretty boy,”

“You can't be serious,” Y/n tried to laugh it off but looked at Jax's expression, “You can't." Seeing his face being dead straight and nodding made Y/n question everything. “You can..” Y/N didn't touch dinner anymore; instead, in his mind, he wondered about everything. Everyone finished their dinner and started to head back to their rooms for the night. Y/N walked around the circus grounds, trying to figure out what to do with the situation. He always knew in the back of his mind that Caine liked him but never truly processed it. If what Jaxs and the rest of the gang say is true, then why hasn't Caine ever asked Y/N out?

Maybe he was too nervous, just maybe. Maybe you needed to take this into your own hands. A plan started to hatch in your mind; it was good, if not brilliant. All he needed was Caine in his room, and he could take it from there. How could he get him into his room? Well, Caine was the ringmaster after all, so something just had to go wrong in his room, a digital ‘gitch’ so to speak. Y/N smirked and got to work.

Caine was busy managing the server; the codes were an easy fix because he was an AI. An AI with a fatal flaw, lust for that will be his downfall. After all, y/n just needs to call “Caine, Caine!” and he's right outside his door. “Yes, my dear?” Caine knocks on Y/N's door, awaiting a response. “Come in there something I need help with,” Caine hesitates to open the door, for he wasn't allowed into human rooms. After a little bit of back and forth against his programming, Caine opened the door to see Y/N sitting on his bed in a not properly tied robe, exposing a bit of his chest with scars visible. His legs were just apart enough to see a glimpse of his inner thigh but nothing more. Caine felt a knot in his throat and a bit of a knot in his pants, but he successfully got it down. "Eh, you called?” Caine shuttered, and Y/N nodded, smiling, seeing the effect he had on Caine. “Yes, in my closet there seems to be a glitch, or else I wouldn't be dressed like this,” Y/N chuckled, trying to bring Caine's focus onto the robe. Caine couldn't hold eye contact for long, instead trying to look everywhere but Y/N. “The closet—what seems to be the glitch?"

“I think you better see for yourself,” Y/N said in a sultry tone, making Caine gulp and stroll towards his closet. Y/N tried to mentally prepare themselves for what they were going to do next, but Y/N shut the door, causing Caine to look up from opening the closet door. He was kneeling on the floor, ready to search for some glitches. “Keep working; I just don't want the cold air to get in." He mused, causing Caine to think that there was no air in the digital circus; it was digital. He kept working, trying to find the gitch, while Y/N kept inching over to him, nearly beside him, as he said. “My dear, I'm trying to find the gitch, but it seems there is none,” Y/N smirked. "Oh, keep looking. I originally found it and thought nothing of it before Jax mentioned it to me when he was in my room, so now it's been in my head ever since I tried to get rid of it myself, but that failed. Now I'm starting to wonder if it's real or just a digital hallucination." Y/N went on now, knowing what he was saying wasn't about the glitch at all, but Caine stopped fully listening after Jax mentioned what he was doing in Y/N's room. "Well, my dear, you were never the one for digital hallucinations; I just tried to find this glitch. When was Jax in your room anyway?" Caine tried to speak calmly; y/n could just tell him that he had keys to everyone's room, but he decided to have more fun than that.

“Jealous much, Caine?” He teased, making Caine’s face go red. He tried to turn around and say something, but Y/N stopped him by pushing him against his closet. "Oh, please, I see the way you look at me—how you only complement my tight clothes. I know what you want, Caine; all you have to do is accept."Caine felt frozen in time; he was flustered by the position he was in and the way his body was nearly on top of his. Y/n robe was open a bit more now, exposing more scars. All Caine wanted to do was worship those scars. Y/n was brave and strong. In that movement, Caine nodded. “Good boy, now I don't want to break your back against my closet, so if you could get on top of the bed, you’ll be doing me a favour.” Her hand was against Caine's teeth, and her thumb slipped into Caine’s mouth. Caine, following his request, moved to the bed, still having her hand against his mouth and leading him backwards onto the bed. Y/N got on top of him, his legs on both sides, making his robe move up his thighs as he sat on Caine’s crotch.

Y/N moved around on his crotch, feeling him hard under his hand. Caine closed his eyes with a groan, and Y/N leaned down to kiss him, still grinding on him. The kiss was hunger and passion, starting off slow. Y/N teased Caine’s bow-tie, undoing it slowly, pulling off his jacket, then working his hands down to Caine’s buttons. He stopped at the last buttons to undo Caine’s pants. He got off his lap and moved down so his face would face the zip and pull it down slowly with his teeth. Caine blushed and messed around with her shoulder, trying to loosen the robe around her waist to tie. Y/N pulled down his pants to expose his member; he smirked and palmed it in his hand. “Ugh, y/n, please,” Caine begged. “Don’t be so impatient, Caine." Caine felt his hot breath against his member and groaned.

Y/N kitty licked Caine’s member before deepthroating it. The sudden change made Caine grab onto Y/N's hair, pushing him down more. Caine wanted to worship y/n, to degrade them but to praise them at the same time. He liked y/n being the top, but just as he started to feel a knot grow in his stomach, he pulled y/n up by his hair and flipped him over. Before y/n had time to react, he was already pulling off his robe. All the scars along his chest were beautiful, and y/n covered them with their hands, which Caine moved. “Don’t hide them; their beautiful, your beautiful." Y/N nodded and let Caine explore his body. Caine started up at their neck, slowly going down, leaving a trail of kisses. Y/N robe was still on them, barley, but Caine still took notice: “You’ll strip me, but keep yourself covered up, oh please." Caine's hand travelled to his hips while the other one caressed his chest, kissing along the scars.

Caine's hand reached around your member, rubbing it slowly, making you whimper. "God, your such a pretty little man-whore,” Y/N blushed and bit his lip to hide the not-so-family friendly noises coming out of his mouth. Caine continued to stoke your member while moving back up your neck and nibbling at your ear. “Turn around, darling,” Caine whispered in a sultry tone. Y/N's eyes widened, and Caine let go of Y/N's member. Y/n turned around, arching his back, ready for Caine. Caine moved himself to y/n ass. With a click, Caine got some lube and rubbed it all over y/n’s ass and his member. He slowly put on one finger, “Damn y/n, your tight; I might have to loosen you up a lot." Y/N blushed and moaned a bit, causing Caine to add another finger.

"You're just dying for this, aren't you?” Caine mused, adding yet another finger, causing Y/N to moan in response, “Tut tut tut, I need words, dear." Caine pulled out all his fingers and aligned his member with his core. “Yes, I’m just dying for..." Caine thrust his member inside of him and wrapped a hand around his member. Caine thrust slowly, letting y/n get used to him. y/n whimpered and moans as Caine strokes and thrusts aligned together. “Fuck, you feel even better than I imagined." Caine leaned over Y/N's arched back and wrapped his spare hand around his neck for faster thrusts. Both Caine and Y/N felt a knot grow in their stomachs. Caine groaned, and Y/N whimpered and moaned.

Y/N was a moaning mess as he felt the knot in his stomach finally let go. He cummed all over Caine’s hand. “Good boy." Caine moved his hand, licked all the cum off his hand, and put his two hands on his shoulders, letting go of his neck and making him gasp for air. Caine thrust into y/n faster and groaned while y/n looked like he was about to collapse from being in the position. Caine thrust became sloppy as he came in. He pulled out and fell to his side. Y/N collapsed into bed, snuggling up beside Caine. Caine traced his hands along your scars while you slowly fell asleep in his arms. Caine looked at them half asleep and whispered in his ear,

“Want a round two?”

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Drawing 🌸

Y/n walked around the circus grounds trying to find something to do, most people were in their rooms since it was Halloween, probably thinking about what they would be doing in the real world if they weren't stuck here, holidays always sucked in the digital circus even caine knows not to bother anyone with adventures. Y/n always thought that her life here was a new beginning so she tried to dwell on the past, well she couldn't dwell on the past since she couldn't remember anything. Y/n knocked on everyone's doors, Jax was too busy... jacking off, Kinger was too busy rebuilding his impenetrable fortress, Ragatha and Zooble didn't answer the door (they're most likely making out), Pomni was too busy having a mental breakdown (again) and they couldn't find Caine anywhere, probably off having a romantic date with bubble for all y/n knows.

That leaves one person, Kinger said she wasn't in her room so Y/n decided to go look for her, it wouldn't be y/n first choice to hang out with Gangle. Gangle wasn't awful or anything it's just they cried a lot; Ever since pomni broke their comedy mask, which y/n couldn't blame them for because you would be upset if a piece of your face broke but in Jax’s words it was a bit annoying…

Google wasn't in her room, near the late nor the carnival, y/n was starting to think maybe they extracted or were in the void. They turned the corner and saw a little sitting era with a table, they had been all over the tent, maybe this was a new place?

Y/n strolled into the era touching off the different colours and sizes of the chairs until they saw the red ribbon herself gangle hunched over her table with a pencil in hand. Y/n moved her head around trying to see what they were doing. It seemed like a drawing, y/n sneaked up behind Gangle.

Y/n leaned over Gangle to see her drawings, “nice pumpkin,” Y/n remarked making Gangle jolt up, “ahh y/n you scared me, please dont do that again.” Gangle put her ribbon hand over the drawings, “Oh sorry I didn't mean to scare you,” Y/n walked around her pulling a seat out to sit down. “It's fine, I just thought you might be Jax,” Y/n looked down at the table, she has helped Jax out many times with his cruel pranks, she always draws the line but sometimes Jax pushes it.

He broke Gangle's comedy mask a couple of times, y/n has always given out to him in private about it. “Eh- your drawing is brilliant though for the glimpse I got from it.” Gangle blushed from embarrassment, “Oh this, I just wanted to do something that would cheer me up for Halloween.” Y/n nodded and glided their hand across the table it reached Gangle’s ribbon, and Gangle looked up at them. “Would you mind if I looked at it?” Gangle without saying a word moved her hand off the piece of paper.

Y/n took the paper lifting it to their face, scanning it. “Gangle, the shading on this is remarkable, do you draw often?” Google blushed again “A little bit yes, I get Caine to give some drawing equipment when he's not busy.” Y/n smiled at Gangle, they thought for a minute. “Could you teach me how to draw?”

Gangle's eyes widened, “Eh y/n I dont really know about that…” Y/n's smile grew as they took gangle hands, “Come on it will be fun, to pass the time,” Gangle moved their hand away from Y/n, she guped. “I'll teach you but dont expect it to be very good,” Y/n nods and gives Gangle back her drawing but Gangle doesn't take it instead realises what she said. “I meant dont expect me to be a good teacher not you drawing will probably be amazing im sorry if I upset you, I-” Y/n grabbed Gangle's hand, “Gangle, I get what you mean and dont worry you're going to be an excellent teacher.” Gangle looked at y/n hand in hers and smiled a bit, “Now im going to get a piece of paper and pencil and we can start the lesson, Miss Gangle.” Y/n teased, gangle let out a little giggle. Y/n got up from her seat, they rummaged around until they found a pencil have broken pencil that looked like it had been bitten into.

“Alright, Gangle I found a pencil? If you could call it that,” Y/n sighed and took her seat again. Gangle smiled at y/n and turned her page around, “I have made a breakdown of the pumpkin,” the page showed the development of the pumpkin and how it transformed from a circle to a cartoonist-looking pumpkin; there was shading at the side with little markers how to correctly shade. “That should be how you do it,” She put the paper down, “I'll leave you to it.”

Y/n was thankful for the paper but just wanted to spend time with Gangle now, it will pass the time plus she turning out to be great company. “Eh Gangle, I kinda wanted you to talk me through it,” Y/n looked at Gangle with a hopeful face, “Oh, I didn't think…” she whispered to herself, then took the paper. “Okay, since you got your paper you should start with a circle,” Y/n grabbed her pencil and roughly drew a wonky circle. “Eh-” Gangle took Y/n hand and flipped over the paper. “Try to sketch with the pencil, like glide it in your hand,” Gangle guided Gangle's hand over the paper.

“Is this okay?” Gangle questioned and Y/n nodded her head, “Since you got the circle drawing well move on to the stalk of the pumpkin.” Gangle lets go of Y/n’s hand and lets them draw the stalk themselves, sketching with the pencil lightly. They draw the stalk looking up ever so often at gangle paper to check if they're doing it right. Gangle watched their page as it transformed from a circle to a pumpkin, she couldn't be prouder at y/n for drawing so well or herself for being able to stretch y/n if it was only a small bit.

“How is…” Y/n finished up on the line details of the pumpkin and lifted the paper towards Gangle, “This?” Gangle carefully took the paper out of y/n hand a looked at it for a minute. “This is perfect, y/n” Y/n smiled at Gangle, “Well I couldn't have had a better teacher.” Gangle smiled sheepishly. “Thanks y/n… wanna learn something else?”

“Of course I do."

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Newcomer 🌸

Summary: The GN reader is a new comer and Caine is showing them around but the reader gets overstimulated; Caine tries to figure out how to calm them down while the reader is frazzled.

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“Welcome to the Amazing Digital Circus!” A strong voice says as teeth with a ringmaster suit fly in. “My name is Caine! I'm your ringmaster, and I'm here to show you, the most jaw-dropping, heart-stopping, mind-bending paraphernalia you've ever laid your eyes upon!” He went on his introduction as something slowly, well not slowly… fell from the sky. The voice was getting louder and louder but so was the theme song.

“Ragatha, Jax, and there's Kaufmo-” A person at full speed fell into the cardboard cut of Kaufmo, words popped up on the screen but the theme song suddenly stopped as the person who landed on the cardboard was a newbie. “Fuck my back” The person blinked their eyes a couple of times as their eyes readjusted to the bright colourful background.

“Now, now, now, my dear.” The giant teeth flew down beside, “We can't have any of that foul language around here.” The person jolted back, they were still on the ground scrunched up into a near ball. “What's wrong with them?” A lanky purple bunny asked with no concern in his voice. “They just landed here, give them a break, Jax.” The red-headed doll pushed past Jax and walked towards them.

“What is happening? Where am I?” The person, or were they even a person at this point asked frantically looking around at the weird people. The doll opened her mouth but was cut off by the ringmaster grabbing the person's hand and dragging them up. “You are at the Amazing Digital circus, a place to be enjoyed by all ages!”

The teeth pulled them close to his side as he pointed with his cane to the ‘people’ “That Jax, Ragatha, Zooble, Gangle, Pomni, inside that pillow tent that's Kinger, I’m Caine and this is bubble!” He pulled them away and looked at the others. The bunny called Jax walked up to Caine pushing the ribbon out of the way, making her comedy mask fall onto the floor. “So Caine, We are having a new adventure today for the newbie, or what?”

Caine tapped his cane against his teeth, as he thought for a second. “I'd like to give our new member a tour of the circus grounds!” He twirled his cane around and grabbed the person's wrist. “Off we go!” The person's face twisted uncomfortably as he grabbed them.

At light speed, Caine dragged the person out of the circus tent. “Here we have the TENT” Big bold letters appear making their eyes not focus right, as Caine continued. “This is where your living quarters are! as well as all sorts of other activities! These activities may include..” A dial-up tone blares as the sound makes their ears feel like they're burning, they push their hands against their ears to try to make the sound quieter. Their eyes still couldn't focus with all the colours and their ears couldn't focus with the music in the background plus the dial-up tones blaring in their ear.

“Ball pits, mini golf, and more!” Caine kept moving close to their face and away making their body tense, Caine grabbed their arm once again and dragged them forward making them feel like their insides were about to come up. “Here we have the GROUNDS” the yellow writing appeared again. “Drown yourself in the digital lake or-” “Stop.” They cut him off as they sank to their knees putting their hands on their ears once again, “Please stop.” Caine looked confused as they slowly lowered them, “Are you alright, human?”

“Im- I-” Tears swelled in their eyes. “Eh- take your time” Caine awkwardly tapped their back waiting for them to say something. “I just don't know who I am, no matter how hard I think I can't remember my name or life before this-” Caine jumped to the front of them. “Dont worry my dear everyone feels this way as they enter the amazing digital circus!” They looked down again. “It's not just that…” Caine looked confused again using his cane to scratch his head. “Then what is it? Do you need a new name?” He clicked and a name generator appeared in the air. He spun it, and it landed on “Y/N, what do you think of it?”

“Caine it-” “You alright it is horrible, terrible even let SPIN again!” He twirled around as he was just about to spin again when Y/N stopped him. “Caine, no it's not my name it's… everything my eyes can't focus, my head is spinning and my ears feel like they are bleeding.” Caine appeared by their side and looked into their ear. “Well Y/N your ear is not bleeding-” “No it feels like it, it- just-” Y/N started to get frustrated with Caine not hearing her. “It feels like it, just please, lower your voice.” Caine's face went oh, “Oh, I mean oh, alright y/n, do you need anything else to make you feel better.”

“Could you bring me to my room, so I can lie down for a bit.” Caine nodded as he slowly took y/n hand and again quickly brought them down. “Caine, could you go slower?” He stopped at their voice. “Oh yes, sorry about that.” he brought them down slower and landed in their room. “This should be your room, call me if you need anything.” He floated off, “Caine.”

“Yes?” Caine looked back, “Could you give me a hug?” Y/n looked hopefully as Caine floated down next to them. “Im legally able to do that,” Y/n and Caine hugged awkwardly but it was nice nonetheless. Y/n rests their head on his shoulder making her eyes focus on the door on the other side of hers. “Thank you,”

“No problem my dear.” y/n walked into their room closing the door behind them. Caine watched them and used his cane to lower the music in the background. “Rest well.”

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Notes: this was made before the series 😭

Into the woods 🪵

Don’t walk alone at night, especially in the woods. Regardless of gender, it’s a bad idea, but despite her mother's warning when she was little; Vagatha adventures into the woods with her spear and basket filled with fresh goods for a sick old lady that Charlie insisted on helping even if she couldn’t make it to the hotel. To keep herself warm during this night she put on a red coat.

An old wooden gate with waterproof paint chipping off to expose layers upon layers of sloth, it would have been easier to replace the gate through a shadow of a deer-like creature outlined by the cheap but lasting glow of the candlelight lanterns. The shadow had followed the girl from her hotel, it would be interesting to follow her.

Wind gushed even the tree didn’t stop the whiplash from hitting Vaggie, it was a chilly night, to say the least. Vaggie's teeth chattered together as she held the basket full of the hot goods close trying to warm up her body. Vaggie was aware of everything around her, the smell of wet trees, the occasional snap from a bird shitting on a branch and the owls taunting her with their hoots.

Vaggie didn’t feel comfortable but it was one of her duties as staff at the hotel. That stupid hotel, Charlie was always stressed about it and if Vaggie was honest she didn’t believe in it when it started, not even now but anything to make Charlie happy even if their relationship was deteriorating by the second in that place. They barely spoke a word to one another both tired from their duties, if Vaggie was being honest she felt that Charlie was starting to look at other people maybe that’s why she asked for a break…

The deer creature hid behind the tree stalking his prey, he blended in well with the darkness but the red eyes made anyone feel like they were being stared at including vaggie. She tried to throw off the feeling saying it was just her mind, until she heard a snap. This snap wasn’t like the other, it was from a bigger branch one that needed force to break. She trapped on her spear and got into a defence post, “show yourself” she demanded, her voice cracking from fear making the deer chuckle before transforming into his normal form. “Must say my dear you are on full alert,”

“Alastor” Vaggie's voice was full of venom, “what do you want?” Vaggie was relieved from her pose but still held her spear in the detection of the voice. “Well, my dear though it is fun to watch your so-called ‘relationship’ with Miss Morningstar decay; I need something unique once in a while,” Alastor stepped out from the tree and onto the path next to Vaggie, she held the spear to his neck as he slowly move it with his finger. “Don't speak about me and Charlie that way. Plus what fucking unique are you going to get out of me?”

Alastor chuckled, “Swear doesn't suit you, my dear. When it comes down to you and Charlotte I'm just stating the obvious about how I know Charlotte’s eyes have been drifting,” Vaggie pushed the spear back up to his neck. “What are you suggesting?” Alastor smirked. “I am proposing a deal, my dear have been wrongfully woed by your significant other, you do your bone-breaking work while she flirts with her so-called guests. I'm giving you a way to get back at her,” Vaggie let down her spear thinking about his proposal, what way is he thinking of getting back at her?

“What's the way? But if it's murder, I'm not hearing you out,” Alastor chuckled. “Oh, my dear Vagatha you were always quite the humorous one, if you didn't notice I am part deer. Deers from October to December go into this thing called heat,” Vaggie's eyes widened, she'd heard this on the Discovery Channel when she was a human. “And what do you want me to do with that information?” Vaggie backed up as Alastor came closer to her; “Well my dear, if you could help me through it, this once that would be brilliant,” Vaggie felt her back against a tree, she just needed to think about this, the pros and cons if Charlie ever found out about this she would be heartbroken but it might take back her decision for a break, maybe she might even spread one time with Vaggie sometimes.

“So my dear, do we have a deal?” Alastor came down next to Vaggie backing her against the tree, he stuck his hand out that was glowing green, and after a movement of hesitation, vaggie took it. The handshake glowed green and vaggie took back her hand; Alastor's eyes grew animalistic as he pinned vaggie to the tree. “Right now?” Vaggie’s eyes widened and Alastor's smirk grew. “Yes, my dear,” Alastor grabbed a knife out of his pants pocket making Vaggie jolt but Alastor held her down. He slowly ripped Vaggie's red coat off down the middle. “You could have just asked me to take it off,” Vaggie said but Alastor groaned. “But that wouldn't have been as fun,”

After a bit of hustle, Vaggie's ripped red coat was on the ground along with her basket and spear. Alastor eyes glided along her body with his hands moving around her waist, vaggie found herself helpless between him and the tree, she felt his eyes dart towards her skirt as his long fingers pulled it up to expose her lace panties. “I must admit, I wasn't expecting that, darling” Vaggie looked at Alastor's bowtie and grabbed it, pulling him forward. Their lips met, Alastor shocked from the sudden kiss bounced back a bit but then melted into the kiss, slowly moving their lips. The kiss wasn't a loving one but it was a passionate one filled with their darkest desires for one another.

Vaggie focused on the kiss and didn't notice Alastor's hands slip into her panties, wetness produced from her situation doubled as Alastor started to rub her clit. Vaggie moaned into the kiss making Alastor's tongue enter her mouth, Vaggie reached for Alastor's pants but her hand got moved, “Not yet my dear,” Alastor nibbled her lip. Vaggie groaned in response making Alastor fall onto his knee. “Darling if you could please lift your leg,” Vaggie did just that now bewildered at what was happening, the radio demon bowed down before Vaggie to eat her out. She got pulled back to the wood after a moan escaped her lips again this time stronger than the other, she bit her lip to hold it back. Alastor who went slowly with little licks picked up the pace making Vaggie grab onto his hair. She felt a knot in her stomach, it was building up but not fast enough for her liking.

She put a hand down to her pussy rubbing her clit feeling the note build-up but suddenly stops as Alastor pulls away and takes a deep breath. “Now my dear, you thought I would be that nice to let you finish. It's my turn now.” Vaggie looked unamused as she sank to her knee but got grabbed up again by Alastor. “My dear, I want some eye candy before that,” Vaggie confused and just about to ask before Alastor undid the button of her top. Vaggie pulled it over her head, and Alastor's hands undid her bra making it fall to the floor. Alastor hands drew around her boobs teasing them with the cold air, he also attacked her neck, adding Hickey's. His lips lowered down to her chest making her moan as he stuck her nipple.

Alastor let vaggie hands wander around his body, unbuttoning his waistcoat and shirt letting them fall to the wood floor. Their body heat bounces off one another from how close they are together. Vaggie's hand starts to palm Alastor’s member as she feels him go hard. Alastor groans at her touch letting go of her tits, Vaggie sinks to her knees. Vaggie unbutton the top two but when it come to the zip she slowly uses her teeth to unzip it. “My my my, talent girl,” Vaggie pulled down his boxers to expose his 7 inch member, “show me what else you got,” Vaggie took his member with one hand using the other one to hold on his leg for support, she began to kitty licks his member slowly, teasing him. Alastor groans and grips onto Vaggies hair, Vaggie starts to circle his member with her tongue. “You tease,” Vaggie licks his dick length ways before getting up to the top and taking half of it in. Alastor getting impatient pushes her head making her take in all of him.

Vaggie bobs up and down for a while, making moans and groans. Feeling he was close Vaggie stops and takes him out of her mouth. Alastor looked disappointed but Vaggie remark “Save it for the main crouse” making him grin once again, Alastor took out his knife again cutting into the red jacket on the ground making a small piece of fabric to tie Vaggie hands around the tree. “Now it’s time for you to show me what you got, mr radio demon,” Alastor pick up vaggies hips and adjusted himself. Without warning he shammed into her making her moan, he continued at a steady speed aleast making her able to adjust to him. Vaggie titled her head up against the tree, she felt the knots building up again so she put her hand down at her pussy rubbing her clit.

Alastor pick up is paste making Vaggie turn into a moaning mess, Vaggie hand reached around to Alastors back nails digging into him. Vaggie with one hand wrapped around Alastor and another hand pleasuring herself made the knot in her burst. “Oh shit” she came onto Alastor member. “Oh you dirty slut,” Alastor fasten again making him close to cumming. After a few thrust into her, he pull out making his cum drip everywhere, he pulled the fabric around Vaggie hands off and let got of her waist making her drop down his member level again. “Finish it off,” Vaggie with no comebacks felt suck the rest of his cum off and shallowed it. “Good girl”

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The Monthly Stab (Endeavor x trans Hawks)

A03:

Summary: Hawks is on his period and his hot water bottles goes cold but thank goodness he has his own personal heater.

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Enji was seated in his office, surrounded by mountains of paperwork that came with managing the largest hero agency in Japan. He had always been a diligent worker, using every spare moment to strategize and improve his agency. But lately, his thoughts had been interrupted by a certain needy, bratty bird that had flown into his life and made it infinitely more colourful

Keigo was rolled into a ball on the comfortable black couch in the Todoroki home, he clutched onto a hot water bottle almost for dear life as he groaned in pain. He hated the monthly pain it made his stomach swell, his hunger never seemed to go away and his mood never stayed the same. The shirt he wore, a borrowed one from Enji, was comically oversized, the fabric smelling faintly of coffee and singed edges, a signature of his boyfriend’s chaotic lifestyle. It was roomy enough to accommodate his wings, which were tucked neatly behind him.

Normally, he’d be content to binge-watch some mindless reality TV, but the coldness of the water bottle and the distance from Enji’s comforting embrace made him restless. After a moment of contemplation, Keigo pushed himself off the couch and waddled toward Enji’s office, clutching the water bottle tightly. Keigo knocked but opened the door without waiting for an answer. “Shoto, I already told you that my credit card is on the phone table,” Enji grumbled, not looking up from his desk.

“Shoto left two hours ago, Enji,” Keigo replied, stepping into the office and closing the door behind him. Enji finally looked up, his gaze softening at the sight of his boyfriend in his shirt, holding the hot water bottle like a treasured possession.

“Time flies when you’re having fun,” Enji remarked dryly, waving a hand toward the stacks of paperwork that seemed to multiply by the hour, prompting a soft chuckle from Keigo.

“How’s your stomach?” Enji asked as he knew Keigo always had the worst cramps during his period. Keigo put a hand to his stomach and looked at Enji, “Shit, they won’t ever go away, I’ve taken painkillers and all.”

Enji frowned, he looked at Keigo’s hot water bottle, “Is that working?” Keigo shook his head and took a few steps closer to the desk. “It was… but it’s cold now.”

Enji groaned knowing what the bird wanted, he held out a hand making Keigo hand the hot water bottle to him. “You know there is such a thing called a kettle,” Enji said dryly which made Keigo smirk.

“Why use a kettle when I have a hot boyfriend?” Keigo winked at Enji which made him roll his eyes. Enji hated when Keigo called him anything juvenile like ‘hot’ but his mouth twitched at his boyfriend.

Enji put down the water bottle without heating it. Making Keigo touch it with his hand and look confused, “You didn’t heat it.” Enji stood up and walked over to Keigo grabbing his hand without words.

They made their way to the couch, and Keigo stopped Enji. “Normally I am into this but like it’s your family couch and my cramps are-“ “No, I’m trying that with you right now, just… My hands can heat up without being flames.”

“I know that, that’s how you heat my hot water bottle which you rudely didn’t bring with you.” Keigo started not getting what Enji was trying to say. Enji stared at the bird for a second until putting a hand through his red hair. He put a hand to Keigo’s stomach on top of the shirt and heated it, making the confusion on the bird’s face drop and turn into a relaxed one. His knees went weak with the feeling of comfort throughout the turmoil inside.

Enji suddenly pulled the hand away, making Keigo grab it and snap at the fire hero, “What are you doing?” He hissed, making his wings twitch. Enji held in a laugh at his boyfriend's protectiveness over his comfort. “Relax, I just want to sit down on the couch while I help as I'm not standing here for the rest of the day.”

Keigo let go of his hand gently allowing Enji to lie down on the couch with his back up against the armrest. Without prompting the other hero quickly put himself in between Enji’s legs and his wings folded so he could rest his back against Endeavour's stomach. Enji’s hands went on Keigo’s stomach and started to heat.

“Tell me when it gets too hot,” Enji said and Hawks nodded while fishing for the remote at the sides of the couch cushions but Enji saw the remote on the side table and used his free hand to grab it. He put it in front of a delighted Hawks as he thought he lost it for a second. He turned on the TV and started to flick through the channels.

Enji's hand went to Keigo’s hair, brushing it through with his fingers as he never liked to watch TV, he always found it to be too much junk or drama he didn't care for but he didn't mind watching it if Keigo wanted to. “Watch it, don't ruin the hair.” Keigo slapped Enji’s hand but it made him laugh, “Keigo, it’s your day off. It’s not like anyone’s going to take a photo,” Enji replied, shaking his head.

“So I’m not handsome enough to have a photo taken of me, Endeavour?” Keigo countered, raising an eyebrow and twisting Enji’s words, catching him off guard.

“No, that’s not what I meant! It’s just—” Enji stumbled over his words, flustered. Before he could finish, Keigo twisted his head around, leaned in and pressed a quick kiss against his lips, pulling back with a smirk. “I was messing with you.” Enji chuckled and pulled Keigo closer, resting his head between the crook in Keigo’s neck.

It was a movement of comfort between the two men, something that came rarely for both of them as their lives were both highly demanding but to rest on the couch watching a horrible TV show and just soaking in the comfort of one another would be the highlight of the next few months for the both of them.

Enji kissed Keigo’s neck up and down, making Keigo chuckle, “Come on, you're missing the show.” It was clear both of them didn't care for the show at all but Hawks just liked to tease Enji, “You're far more entertaining than a stupid show.” Enji mumbled into Keigo’s neck.

“Who taught you how to sweet talk, old man?” Keigo said but his face was tinted pink as Enji normally would show affection through actions never words. Enji popped up his head and looked at Keigo, “Who are you calling old?” His hand made a fake attempt to move from Keigo’s stomach. “Don't you dare.” Keigo snapped his head around but his annoyed face was met with Enji’s lips on his forehead.

“I was only kidding,” Enji said with a smirk, his free hand caressed Keigo’s cheek as he scanned his boyfriend. His hair was messy, his clothes were too big and stained with ice cream and those golden eyes looked tired but Enji couldn't help but fall more for him. “You look beautiful even like this.”

Keigo’s eyes widened a bit as the compliment was unprompted, he tried to remain in his usual casualness and said “Well, I'm just naturally good-looking all the time-” “Quit yapping and take the compliment.”