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chrozn0 · 25 days ago

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Clownetownie keeps dragging me into new fandoms like a doll on a leash/pos. The result is this Inspekchin fic

CWs

Cannibalism

Toxic relationships

A bit of self worth issues

Mentions of sex

True Devotion (Burgie)

Capochin laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. Next to him was god, his god. His Inspekta shared the bed and curled around him. He could feel the lumpy hands through Inspektas coat. The hands that held him so sweetly, cared for him, gave him so much.

How many people could say they've been in his shoes? He'd just had sex with not only a god, but his god. The one true deity that would rule above them all because that's what his Inspekta deserved. His smart, charismatic, perfect Inspekta.

Capochin wouldn't say he was gay, far from it. He was straight as a pole! Having sex with a god wasn't gay after all, he's a god! Anyone would have sex with a god if given the chance, and Capochin just had that chance. And if his heart raced…well, what's it to you? It's not like it mattered. Inspektas a god and Capochin was a mortal. A mortal who wasn't even close to being elected to godhood.

His gaze traveled down to Inspektas face, smooth and relaxed. Relaxed as he deserved to be. The god could get so stressed, he has the weight of the world resting on his shoulders. It was good to see him calm like this. He gave off the illusion of a lover with how he curled around Capochin, encapsulated his devotee, mirroring how Inspektas will wrapped around his mind, chained down his soul, caged his heart- scratch that last bit.

Capochin closed his eyes and instead of the sweet embrace of sleep, he found himself remembering Inspekta not long prior. How he looked on his back, his hands Drain the hands…they smothered him with the lo-lust of a god getting what he deserved, the way he looked up at Capochin with hunger like you'd never believe, like he was looking at the juiciest steak and Inspekta was a starving man about to gobble him up…

It churned something in Capochin then, and it was churning something in him now. The pure unbridled hunger…it gave him an idea. A sick, sick idea but Drain did it sounds so very appealing. He was consumed by his devotion already, so what if he wanted to bring that further? Be fully and utterly consumed by love- love for his god of course. Nothing untoward.

He'd already been inside Inspekta in one way…who's to say he couldn't be in another? Let a part of him reach where no other follower would? Fuel his god with more than his love- er, devotion. By his loyalty and faithfulness.

The idea was more and more appealing by the second and he couldn't talk himself down. Capochin fell asleep with the idea of being utterly consumed by the god he'd already devoted his life to. Being part of his perfect, incredible god.

Capochin held the carving knife in his hand, surprisingly steady for the act he was about to commit. A bowl was ready right in front of him, so was his first aid kit. The apartment was silent, the kind of silence that screamed at you. He had the knife ready and waiting and slowly brought it to his stomach, figuring the accumulated fat would make the action easier. He was going to carve himself open after all, he should get that bit of relief.

He took a deep breath in and slowly, carefully, pushed the blade into his stomach. Pain bristled through his flesh and the knife burned with the friction while it moved through him. The action was akin to how a butcher would prepare a prize cow, exposing his insides to the air around.

His bright red love poured out of his wound in the form of blood. The blood was hot as it dribbled down, catching the air to cool itself looking for a relief to the fire of his loyalty. He carved his adoration out of himself and the burning flame of its removal left him cold in its wake. Beautiful, perfect pain for his Inspekta. Capochin angled himself over the bowl to catch as much of his blood as he could, he'd use it. He'd use every bit of himself to satisfy his god, because Inspekta deserved nothing less than his entirety.

He carefully set the meat he carved from himself into the bowl, his hands trembled holding it. It was then he noticed the tear that fell from his face and landed on the cut of meat. When had he begun crying? Did that matter?... He supposed not. It wasn't the most important matter at hand after all.

He carefully dragged over the first aid kit, leaving his gore all over the box. Carefully he wove his flesh back together using a red thread as a tribute to his Inspekta. The way Inspekta fixed him, found a place for him to fit. The kind god he was, he cared so much for his best frie-second in command.

By the time he'd finished, Capochin was cold and trembling all over and in pain, but he didnt regret a thing. Anything for his Inspekta. Anything. Even if that meant he'd be spilling himself into the air, his insides meeting the air it never would have touched otherwise.

Capochin shakily brought himself onto his feet, the bowl of his meat in hand, and he began to move, shuffling himself over towards the prepped table.

His body was tired, his adoration is what often fueled him after all and he's removed so much of it…he wanted to rest. But no, he couldn't. Not now. He'd carved himself open for his god and he'd be damned if he let the effort go to waste. He felt lighter with the removed flesh, and though that could be contributed to blood loss he didn't care.

Capochin scrutinized his meat, looking at the hunk of himself he'd set aside for his god. He knew he was good enough, knew it was going to be good enough but…he had to look at it, had to make sure. Had to-

The meat itself didn't look bad, comparable to the high quality stuff he usually got from the butcher, but the cut on the other hand…deplorable. Too thick in one end and too thin on another. It wasn't near good enough for Inspekta, but Capochin expected that of himself. It was his first time carving into himself, of course he had to grind it down first. Hell, he'd even bought other kinds of meat if he couldn't get enough of himself out. But he'd been able to push through, Inspekta would have him. All of him, and just him.

Capochin watched as he pushed his meat through the machine and out came ground up bits of him. He shivered at the sight of his own flesh ground up, looking no different than some kind of animal meat. Pasture grown livestock.

It gave him pause for a bit, seeing himself like that... How different was he from some kind of animal, really? Flesh and blood and bone and viscera. But no, he wasn't some idiotic pasture raised cattle, bumbling around eating grass and shitting (though the eating grass reminded him of a certain one lettered man he knew...). He was Capochin, head of the bizzyboys. Right hand of Inspekta. He was so much more than livestock, and his Inspekta deserved more than livestock, and his Inspekta would get more than mere livestock. He'd get it now, and he'd get it for as long as Capochin was alive to give it to him.

Inspekta would get his complete and utter dedication, body and soul. Capochin opened his spice cabinet and began seasoning his meat, just as he would with other burgies. The mental image of Inspektas hungry face egging him on as he toasted the buns and added the veggies and cooked himself up in his best pan.

The smell of his meat filled the apartment when he cooked it, and it was so odd to smell it. How many could say they knew what they smelled like when they were cooked? Not many, he'd imagine. Not many would get to see their god tear into them, consume their own meat and grade them. But Capochin wasn't many people. And for that, he was happy.

Capochin wrapped the stitches before he donned his uniform, he didn't want it to be stained by his blood after all. God forbid he be unable to wear one of his many uniforms around because they're stained with blood. Inspekta had been making him get the bizzyboys to be more…strict in how they handled things since he ascended, but they hadn't reached bloody levels of strictness…not yet.

Capochin packaged up himself nice and pretty before he left to meet with Inspekta, taking care to plate it all beautifully, the bits of himself sitting gorgeously on the platter practocslly screaming to be eaten. And they would be, soon, by the only one Capochin would ever give himself to in full. By his god. By the only one that mattered.

“Inspekta?” Capochin called as he entered the God Complex

“Cappy!” Came his gods voice “Come on in! I was waiting for yew!”

And the gorgeous being was waiting just as he said he'd be under that desk. Damn how it gave him ideas, seeing Inspekta peek up from him at the space, gorgeous eyes looking up at him.

Capochin lowered himself under the desk and suddenly that lightness was gone, replaced with sickening fear. What if Capochin wasn't the best? Wasn't good enough? Wasn't- “I brought yer burgie”

“Oh it smells ink-red-able Cheffie! Didja try somethin new?”

He knew, he could smell it. He knew. “Yeah, tell me how ya like it” the plate was heavy in his hand, like he was holding all of his sins on a platter for the only one that mattered. He offered it out, giving himself to his god once again.

“Oh I know I'm gonna love it Cappy! It smells dee-lick-table!” Inspekta takes it from him, accepting his greatest offering, and picked up the burgie in his hands. The burgie bled on his hands as he held it, sauce and ketchup staining Inspekta and he wasn't afraid of it. He was okay with the bleeding love Capochin felt for him.

The devotee watched as his god opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into the burgie, watched every minute facial expression. Every twitch and change, as he always did. All signs pointed up, pointed to Inspekta liking it. Capochin felt a pain in his wound, like Inspekta was biting into him. It was electrifying. Perfect, perfect, perfect. Every bit of this was perfect.

Inspekta swallowed him down and grinned, his eyes sparkled “Cappy, it's so good! This has got to be the best burgie you've made me! What didja do diff-rent?” the praise flowed from Inspektas mouth like a waterfall, beautiful.

Capochin smirked “That's a secret boss. Ya really like it?”

“Like it? Cappy I love it! It's magnet-fo-cent!” Inspekta took another bite for emphasis and it painted him again so beautifully.

“Thanks Speks” Capochin kept his eyes on his god, watching as he ate and ate and ate him all up, consuming Capochin. Greedily taking every bit of Capochin that the man would offer, and hell if he wouldn't offer it all. He had his mind and soul already, now he consumed his body.

Every bit of Capochin was for his god, his life devoted to the man that brought him out of the drain, gave him purpose. His purpose was to belong to Inspekta. He didn't care if it was unhealthy, didn't care if he shouldn't rely his worth so much on a deity. Beauty was in his god, and love for his god was in him.

#great god grove #inspekta #capochin #inspekchin

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chrozn0 · 1 month ago

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‼️‼️‼️‼️ Chapter 2 when??? (No rush lmao I just liked it 😎)

Ties that bind

(Inspekchin red string of fate) (major spoilers for Great god grove)

Summary:

After his return to humanity, Hector still finds himself with a residual god ability. He can still see the red strings tying two soulmates together. Can we get this toxic old man Yaoi into healthy old man Yaoi? Maybe! I’ll have to see when I write it

Read it here! On ao3 (yes, this is where they go to Cobdonalds)

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chrozn0 · 3 months ago

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Figured I'd publicize something that isn't smut I was forced into writing for the Ugly fans of this fine app

Butterfly naming his siblings :]

For context Beetle is a little child me and Clownetownie made, partly because of a theory I had while we were playing the game that Scorpion finally got a pretty kid, partly because we figured Butterfly would love being a big brother, and mostly because of Clowne

So here is some infanticide, guilt, a child blaming himself for his father's actions, typical Ugly yk yk

“Father says you're going to give me a sibling” Butterfly spoke up to a maid “He said you'd give him a pretty one. Is that true?”

Miss Gates sighed heavily at the questioning and didn't look up from the book in her hands “Aren't you supposed to be doing homework?”

“I finished all my work, see!” Butterfly turned the worksheet around “So… is it true? Will I have a little sibling?”

“Yes, you'll have a sibling”

“And they'll be pretty?”

“She'll be gorgeous, and your dad will promote me from being a maid to a mommy, and we'll have a few more gorgeous kids like me and your dad” Miss Gates smiled and pat her tummy “And I won't ever have to work another day in my life!”

Butterfly grinned and his eyes practically sparkled “So she'll be pretty then! And Father will love her?”

“Sure, sure” she said dismissively, clearly daydreaming about the life she wanted to have.

“And you'll love her?” Butterfly asked, but he felt he knew the answer already.

“What?” That confirmed it.

But it didn't matter. Butterfly would love her enough to make up for Miss Gates. He'd take up responsibilities where he knew Scorpion wouldn't. He'd change her diapers and feed her and soothe her when she cried and father would have a kid he can be proud of. It was a win all around!

Butterfly bounced on his heels while he waited with the other maids. He didn't know his sister yet, but he'd felt Miss Gates stomach when she would kick and punch and he loved her so much already. They let him be in the front while they waited, and Butterfly put his ear to the door to listen.

There was a lot of pained sounds and encouragement from the doctors and Miss Gates best friend and then, finally, he could hear her cry. Butterfly squeezed the teddy bear he'd gotten for her in anticipation until, finally, the doctors let them all in. And Butterfly got to hold her and her little scrunched eyes and pink skin.

She was beautiful. And she smiled up at him and he cried because his heart couldn't take how much love he had for her. In that moment Butterfly decided he'd love his little sister until her last breath, and he'd be a father so he could have a baby of his own to love.

Butterfly's arms were weak though, and he had to pass his sister to the next maid waiting to look in her face and hug the new life brought into this world. He looked over to Miss Gates, exhaustedly drinking some water her best friend was holding for her. She looked so tired, but he understood. He listened to her pained cries and screams while she brought a life into the world.

The room was alive with chatter and joy and tears at the safe arrival of the newborn baby. Butterfly found his way to a corner behind all of the maids so he could watch everyone while they cooed over the newborn.

The door opened and the charger fell silent. Scorpion zeroed in on the gathered women.

“Show me the baby” he said rudely, and the nearest woman approached with the little bundle of a baby.

“Here you are, Sir” she said holding out Butterfly's little sister.

There was an anxious beat of silence before, to his horror, Butterfly realized his face. Father was making the very same face he made when he looked at Butterfly. And the boy tensed. How could someone to so angry at her? When all she'd done was live?

With a reddened face he opened his mouth and he yelled. And he screamed. And he scared the baby so much she started crying.

It was a blur, Butterfly didn't know what was happened. And before he felt he could even blink, he was standing in the family grave site with a few of the women from the doctors room with a sickening smell of burn in his nostrils. There wasn't even a body to bury.

“I'm sorry” Miss Blue told him “I know how much you were looking forward to being her big brother, I'm so sorry hon”

And Butterfly finally let it all explode out of him, the sobbing the tears. She was just a baby! She'd barely been alive and her life was taken from her! Father was angry for nothing! She was beautiful! She was his baby! Did he not feel any love towards her? Any kinship?

Blue let Butterfly sob into her, she took him to her bed and Green didn't bat an eye at the arrival of a third in their bedroom.

“She didn't even know her own name yet” Butterfly whispered to Miss Green in the dead of night long after Miss Blue let sleep take her.

“She didn't have one” Mis Green whispered back while she ran her fingers through his hair “He forbid us to give her one. He had to, apparently”

“That's not fair” Butterfly whimpered into her nightshirt “It's not fair at all!”

“I know baby” she whispered “I know.” And after a long break only filled with the sounds of Butterfly crying Miss Green piped up “How about you give her one?”

“What?” Butterfly asked watery

“A name. You could give her one, her own special name. It doesn't have to be the parents, you know!”

And Butterfly paused for a moment as the name came to him “Moth. Her name… my sister's name is Moth”

“Well, I'm sure little Moth is in a better place now. She'll have Spider to raise her up there in heaven you know, and she's a wonderful momma. And little Moth will get to grow up with your old puppy too, yeah?”

Butterfly sniffled “Yeah”

“Mhm! And when your time comes and the old reaper takes you up to heaven where you belong, you can go see them all. And Moth will be happy, you hear? Because she has a big brother that gave her a name and cried for her injustice and loved her” Miss Green promised.

It helped to know heaven was there, and that Mom and Moth and Puppy Puppy were all up there able to live away from Father, and were able to be happy.

The next baby, Butterfly didn’t go to the birth. Maybe he was a bad luck charm, and maybe this time if he doesn't taint his little brother with his ugliness, Father will love him. Butterfly held a stuffed rabbit this time. He paced back and forth on the carpeted floor waiting for the grand entrance.

His little brother had to sleep eventually, and they'd bring him here to do that. Butterfly anxiously bit his lip and twiddled his thumbs and paced and any other thing he could think of to get this anxious energy out. He couldn't tell if it was actually taking a long time or is his sense of time was just warped, there werent any clocks in the baby room. A baby had no need for the time anyways.

But the longer it took, the more Butterfly started to be filled with dread. The fear just kept rising and rising and rising until night fell, and Butterfly snapped. He jumped off of the bed and rushed down the hall to the doctors room, but when he got there it was quiet and melancholy inside.

He looked from arm to arm and no one was holding his little brother. Butterfly was tense when the words came out “Where is he?”

“He was ugly” was the only answer Butterfly got. It hurts more than he didn't even get to hold him this time. The sickening smell of burning flesh disgusted him. Was he tainting the babies by sitting in their rooms? Merely thinking about them? Or is it that it's his blood running through their veins? That he even existed?

When he was in between Blue and Green that night, another name came to him. “Wasp” he whispered between the women.

“Wasp” Green repeated to him “I'm sure Spider will love him as much as she loves you and Moth”

Butterfly held onto her tighter. Of course momma loved them, that's what she did. He just hoped she had enough of the right love inside of her for three kids. Butterfly didn't mind her not loving him anymore if that meant Moth and Wasp were loved as much as they needed to be.

It kept happening. Women were giving birth more and more and no matter what Butterfly tried to do, Scorpion saw them as ugly. Every. Single. Time.

He'd tried to get as far away as possible, tried to become invisible, tried to basically become invisible to Scorpion, but that didn't work. Then he tried to protect them. He'd tried to hold them tightly or make Scorpion do something else or hide them but it never worked. It never worked. And again and again and again and again he was giving a name to a baby who never got to live. Miss Blue helped him out tally marks into the stone because he couldn't engrave their names properly, so they all became numbers.

Butterfly locked himself in his bedroom on the night he knew another baby would be born, just one this time. He could see the chimney of father's furnace through his bedroom window and he waited and waited to see the smoke so he could say goodbye to another sibling.

But the smoke didn't come.

And there was commotion.

It took far too long before Butterfly realized what happened and when he cried that night it was with relief that finally, finally, his little sibling would be okay. No matter how selfish he felt at times he wanted so badly for a sibling to stay down on earth with him.

And late into the night when it was quiet, he snuck into the baby room with a little plushie of a ladybug.

“Hi” he whispered to the little baby inside the crate “I'm your big brother”

And just like every other time, when Beetle looked into Butterfly's eyes, Butterfly found himself loving his little sibling. The poor kid who was not stuck down here with him and his father.

“I'm sorry, you've got some real bad luck ended up here” Butterfly told the little bundle in their arms “I'm so so sorry”

Butterfly didn't have any more tears to cry, so he just held the little baby with their rosy cheeks and eyes still sparkling with joy, confused at his wobbly lip. Butterfly just gave Beetle the ladybug and watched as the little baby stared at it so confused and latched onto a little antenna.

And Butterfly smiled down at the little sibling he'd finally get to know. His heart was so full of love to give and he was glad he had another family member. Maybe he thought if I try hard enough and I help them with their homework and play dolls with them. Maybe I'll have a living family that loves me.

Beetle didn't know why they found themself in the graveyard for the millionth time. Father dismissed them for the day to do whatever they pleased and usually they'd be practicing piano by now or doing a puzzle or catching bugs. But instead of any of that, they were in front of the grave of someone they'd never known, that they never would come to know. The place they were nearly in.

Father said something interesting earlier, you see. About beauty, specifically the beauty of his kids. About Butterfly's lack of it. About the siblings they nearly had, but weren't beautiful. It's odd, really. How important beauty is to everyone.

But that's life. And if Beetle had learned anything from their father, your outward appearance is what's important first and foremost. And Beetle was the first pretty child Scorpion had, so they were allowed to stay.

Beetle touched the stone and it was cool beneath their fingers. The stone had no name, no dates, simply tally marks. Beetle dragged their finger along the horizontal line that represented five whole people, five near siblings. Beetle's brow furrowed when they tried to keep counting, focusing on going up and up. Miss Blue promised them they'd get better at counting as they got older, maybe when father got them a proper tutor they'd finally be able to stop having to could every single tally mark to go from 5 to 10 to 15.

The number just… kept climbing. Each and every one was someone who never got to actually live. Who never learned the alphabet or their numbers. Who never got to learn about cool bugs or eat apple slices with peanut butter or even meet Miss Blue or Butterfly.

Beetle paused their finger as the familiar thought danced across their mind again. The acknowledgement of the fact that they were nearly like that. They were almost nothing but a tally mark on a stone in the family graveyard.

It was scary. It was… really scary. It terrified them, actually. The kind of gripping fear that twisted your guts and sent shivers down your back. Beetle very nearly was another engraving on this grave. A tally mark that no one would have a second thought about. And what made them so different from all of their near siblings? A smoother head? Rosier cheeks? Blonder hair?

…What would happen if Beetle stopped being beautiful? If they were scarred or disfigured in an accident? If they got horrible acne? Too many stretch marks? If their blonde hair darkened? If their eyes stopped being so blue?

Would father kill them like he'd killed everyone else or would he just hide them away from the world like Butterfly? Oh goodness, if they were killed would they even have their own grave? Or would they just…

Beetle stared down at the empty spot where another tally could go. The place their tally could've been. Their hand went to their face. They touched their smooth, soft flesh and thought about the skulls. Father made them hold one once, to prove they weren't a pansy. It was cool and smooth and… Beetle could imagine their own skull being there in that room.

“That's Cricket-” a voice cut through their thoughts and made Beetle jump and let out an unholy screech.

Beetle's head whipped around to Butterfly, his golden mask shining from the light of the lanterns. They had a hand over their heart “Butterfly! What are you- where did you- how long have you- Why are you out here?”

Butterfly laughed at them “I guess your English teacher got to the five W’s”

“Yeah she mentioned them I guess- hey you didn't answer! Why are you here?”

Butterfly dropped down beside his sibling “I could ask you the same”

“But you didn't”

Butterfly laughed “I guess not, huh?” He touched the tally Beetle just had their finger on “His name is Cricket”

“Miss Green said none of them got names”

“Well… they didn't. Not technically or legally or anything. But I gave them names”

“Why? They're dead, they don't need names” Beetle shifted on the ground “I mean, I wouldn't have a name of I was dead so-”

“Yes you would” Butterfly cut in firmly “Of course you would have a name. Even if father cast you into the fire, you'd have a name. I'd make sure of it”

Beetle didn't know what face Butterfly made under the mask, if it was a scowl or a frown or what. It was hard to read someone when you couldn't see their face. So Beetle did the first thing that came to their mind, taking their finger and pointing to another tally.

“Who's this?”

“They were siamese twins. I named them Grape and Vine” Butterfly answered quickly and then paused “That's a little dumb, huh? I was gonna call her Grapevine because the grapes were ready to be harvested but when she came out she was two people so I just sorta… split the name?”

“I like it” Beetle told him and moved their finger to the very first tally “Who's this one?”

Butterfly paused for a moment, looking at Beetle's face like he was searching for something- sincerity maybe? But after a beat he said “She's Moth. I always wanted a little sister and I figured we could have similar names. Moth and Butterfly, y'know?”

Beetle nodded. Then they pointed to another tally and another and Butterfly rattled out all of their names. Sometimes Beetle tried to trip him up by pointing to a tally mark they'd already learned, but Butterfly would say the same name.

Eventually Beetle asked their question again “Why did you name them all?”

Butterfly sighed and looked up at the stars “They're our siblings. Even if they're dead and we'll never know them, they were still ours. They deserve to be remembered as more than.. skeletons or tally marks. Because they are more than that”

“...What would you have named me?”

“You’ll think it's silly”

“You don't know that, you haven't told me yet!”

Beetle could hear the smile in his voice when he said “But I know you, Beetle. You’ll think it's silly”

“Please Butterfly? Butters? Brother? Loving kind brother who very much wants me to learn and do things?”

Butterfly laughed “Fine, fine. I would've named you Ladybug”

“... Like Lady Luck? My stuffed animal? That kind of ladybug?”

“Yeah”

“You got her for me”

“Sure did”

Beetle was grinning “... You got me a stuffed animal of the bug you wanted to name me after?”

Butterfly groaned lightheartedly “See? You think it's silly!”

“It is silly! It's objec- ob- ob-ject-iv-ely silly”

Butterfly huffed, but Beetle was smiling so it didn't really matter how dumb Beetle thought he was. The color was back in their cheeks and they were smiling. That haunted look didn't suit them.

Butterfly led his little sibling from the graveyard out to the forest and they caught fireflies in jars and Butterfly pretended not to notice when Beetle snuck and ate a few bugs from a rock they lifted. He thought it was gross, but it made them happy. They needed a bit more of that tonight.

#ugly the game

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chrozn0 · 3 months ago

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Oh yeah how weird would that be. Truly who would write such a thing

something i genuinely think about way too often is that if ugly had a bigger fandom there would be at least ONE smut fanfic about scorpion

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chrozn0 · 3 months ago

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Guess who was bullied into writing Scorpion x Reader smut!! This guy

You lean against the freshly dusted banister and sigh heavily. It wasn't like it even needed to be dusted yet, a good portion of the cleaning is busywork so you kept your job, though Scorpion seems to love the way the freshly polished wood shines and how bright the paint stays.

You looked down at the women on the floor below, two that laughed loudly and talked openly and touched. But you were the newest hire, and being so new you've yet to fully fit anywhere yet. No one you'd call anything close to a friend, no one to give you those light casual touches, those long caring hugs, those little bits of physical contact. Your jealously was palpable.

You don't really realize how much just a brush of the hand means until no one you talk to on a normal basis will give you that. Not that you blame them, mind. You understood, you can't quite blame someone that doesn't know you for not touching you. But the understanding never curbed the jealousy. There would be whispers you're an enemy or Dorothy if you kept glaring at girls like you are though…

“Well that's quite the expression” comes the voice of the person you never want to hear during your downtime. Your boss, Scorpion.

You shoot up straight as a rod and brush off your apron “Scorpion! Sir, what can I do for you?” the fact you didn't hear him approaching is a testament to how deep in your own thoughts you were, heels on a hardwood floor make it really hard for someone to sneak up to you.

Scorpion laughed “Did I startle you? Sorry” he wasn't, but it wasn't something he really needed to apologize for.

“No, no I'm sorry. My head was just in outer space is all, I'm sorry. I'll get back to work” you move to walk away, but he stops you.

“Wait, y/n” he says as he touches your arm and you can feel the tingles even through the fabric of your uniform “I wanted to check in on you”

“... Pardon?” Maybe it was your brain fuzzing up your ears to hear something you wanted to hear, but you could've sworn he just said..

“I wanted to check in with you” he repeats “You seem troubled” he moves his hand down to grip yours “Care to talk about it?”

Ulterior motives be damned, you were going to enjoy this human contact for as much as you could. And actually… it wouldn't be too bad to end up his bed. From what you've heard from listening in he was an excellent bed warmer. Your dry spell had been going on far longer than you'd like, his little pion could change that.

“I'm lonely” you bat your eyelashes at him, laying it on thick.

“Lonely you say?” He smirks and leans in “Well, I could fix that.. if you're amendable” he all but purrs l at you.

All the abuse be damned, Scorpion is hot as hell.

“Well.. I wouldn't mind you unbuttoning my corset” you smirk at him

“Well, if you're finished with your duties…”

You're in “Quite”

“Then maybe it's time your duties move to my chambers?”

“Lead the way, Sir” and away with the dry spells you're already getting excited from the idea of it. It's honestly a little embarrassing. Not enough to wipe the smirk off your face when you pass some of the other people you know aren't getting any tonight or haven't gotten any in ages.

He loves the door behind the two of you and struts himself to the bed dropping his red waistcoat along the way. When he plops himself down on the edge of the bed he spreads his legs and pops his top button, it's easy to tell what he wants. Made easier when he pat his thigh and smirked at you.

You dropped your apron and gloves on your way over and sunk down to your knees in front of him.

“Good girl~ now how about you show me how much you want to be relieved of that lonliness of yours?”

You smile at him “With pleasure, Sir” and you make quick work of his pants to rekeave his pion from it's containment.

In length it was nothing to write to the press about, but the girth… it was a little intimidating after so long. But you could take it.

He groans when you slowly let him into your mouth, taking time to get used to it so you don't gag along the way until you're all the way down. His fingers thread their way into your hair and massage your scalp a bit while you suck him.

“You're so good at this Y/N~ if I didn't know any better I'd say you'd been practicing for me”

Said like you were a chaste majden. Hilarious, but your mouth was a bit too full to do anything but barely laugh. If you didn't want this to be a one time thing you had to show him exactly what you can do. You hollow your cheeks and bury yourself back down to his base.

It became a bit of a pattern. This could be a workout- five sets of deepthroat, one set of tongue swirling around his tip, three sets of “don't gag” while he thrusts into your mouth. It's not for the weak willed of women, or the weak jawed. Speaking of jaw yours was really starting to ache so you hoped that change in moans means he'll either cum down your throat or pull out and finally put his dick in you.

And as if reading your mind, he tugs roughly at your hair, pulling you up. You gasp from the pain which seemed to fan the fire in your nether regions, you'd keep that little bit of information in mind for later.

Gazing up at your boss he was flushed and breathing heavy and… honestly it wasn't helping the ache between your legs.

“Sir?” You rub you hand on his clothed thigh, bringing him back down to reality.

“Strip yourself, I'd like to return the favor”

He didn't have to tell you twice. You thanked the three legged god that you're wearing your good undergarments, how embarrassing would it be to be wearing the unsavory ones today.

Your layers dropped onto the floor as quick as you could get them off before you allowed yourself onto the bed. He slivered down between your legs and grinned up at you. You close your eyes in anticipation and your practically drop when he, very annoyingly, bit your thigh just hard enough to hurt.

You'd kill him with your bare hands if you weren't so horny right now, and if that bite didn't rile you up more. He chuckles at your visible annoyance and you glare down at him “I didn't leave you waiting”

“That's because you're such a good girl for me” he kissed the bite mark “But me on the other hand?” He kissed a little closer to the place you wanted him to be “I'm a very” a little closer “very” so nearly there “bad” he bit down again and you aren't in the slightest bit proud of the whimpery moan you let out.

“Scorpion” you urge and he laughs.

“Fine, fine. Someone's needy”

You're ignoring the fact that's the only reason you're in this room right now, mostly because he finally moved that last bit to your vagina and buried himself in it.

You need to apologize for every single time you ignored a rumor, because you ignored it when people talked about Scorpion's oral skills. However, you think he's the only man alive that actually knows where the clit is.

Your moans are high pitched and breathy and you won't ever mention the whine you made when he stuck two fingers inside of you to anyone. He scissored you open slowly, working to make sure you were ready for his little friend to fill you up. With his skill it wasn't surprising how little time it took you to get to the edge. Just a little more, just a little more you could feel it was a few moments away.

So could the bitch, apparently, because he stopped right then, pulling his face away from you and halting his fingers.

You're going to poison him. You have to now. You're going to go straight to Green and ask her how to brew the perfect poison do you can murder him for not letting you finish.

“Wha- Why'd you-” he's laughing. He just denied you of the biggest orgasm you've had in months and he's laughing.

“Aw come on now, I can't have you tapping out just yet now can I?” He asked patronizingly “not when you aren't filled yet”

Oh, he's decided to cum inside of you. You forgot about that little tendency of his everyone mentioned.

“You're not doing enough fucking for someone that wants to fill me”

“Oh what a filthy mouth you have Y/N~ and here I thought you were a good girl for me. Guess that means I have to throw that mercy away for now, hm?”

“This was merciful?”

“Like you wouldn't believe… but if you apologize now I might just be kind to you again” he trails his hand from your hip to your throat “If you ask prettily enough that is”

Your eyes widen and his smirk gets a little sharper. Lust can make you do a lot of things in the moment. Trust your boss of all people with your life? Absolutely not. You saw the bone room. He's proud of it. You will not be in the bone room because of your lust.

“I'm so so sorry Sir” you swallow thickly and you're very aware of his hand on your throat. This is something you should explore with a friend later, but now is not the time so you give him puppy dog eyes and pout just the slightest bit “Please forgive my naughty mouth Sir”

He's enjoying the power over you right now, you can tell in his face. When he squeezes your throat, just the tiniest bit, you realize why Christianity calls lust a deadly sin. But then his grip loosens and his hand slides down from your neck back down to your hip.

“I'll accept, this time”

“Thank you Sir” you think for a moment for what he'd want to hear right now “You're so kind and generous my liege, I'm grateful to be in your incredibly capable care” if he doesn't know why you're saying any of that he's an idiot but considering his next move was to rub hip tip down your slit you'd assume he does.

“I think that's enough talking for you now, that's not what we came here for is it?” And with that he pushed himself inside.

Your eyes roll back, you really had to get yourself a toy if this has such an effect on you.

He started off slowly and he quickened his pace as you got used to his pion inside of you. It was so good. You have to get someone to do this more often with.

It didn't take long for you to give up on making your moans sound pleasing to the man railing you and just letting yourself be in the moment. Enjoy getting your guts rearranged by the rich blonde twink that's your boss and landlord.

This will have consequences eventually, but the girl who has to deal with those consequences doesn't exist yet.

Scorpion uses his thumb to rub your clit while he pounds into you. He's moaning something out about how well you're taking it and you getting pregnant, but the pleasure is drowning out his weird breeding thing.

It builds and builds and you're so close to that edge again, finally. Scorpion is too from the sounds of it. He's moaning god knows who's name but that doesn't really matter at the moment. What matters is that pleasure that's been building up deep within you, that edge you'd been approaching, it snaps and you feel the waves of your orgasm wash over you while you hold onto the bed sheets.

The orgasm is hard, it's powerful, its- well it's sort of like your bunk mate. Something you'll unpack later. It leaves you dizzy and shaking and gasping for air, Scorpion not faring much differently than you.

He falls onto the bed beside you and wriggles beneath the covers like a blonde worm, leaving you splayed and sticky and currently unable to move your incredibly shaky legs. You end up just laying there atop the covers. Post nut clarity hits you hard.

#ugly the game #pion is referencing a joke #scorpion scorps off

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