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buckyalpine · 1 year ago

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Okaaay! How can you write perfect imagines like that ! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Now I cant help to send you another idea and I'M NOT SORRY!

Another Bucky one, where you’re kinda their technician and support the Avengers out of the IT section of the compound when they are on the field. But Bucky also thinks you should learn how to self-defense yourself just in case, but you always refuse. One time you finally give in and he starts training private with you, which one time leads you falling and landing on top of him. instead of getting up, he pulls you closer and kisses you and even carries you to his room to make sweet love. Afterwards he’s a huge cuddler and you both confess your feelings ? I LOVE YOU 😊

I LOVE YOU I LOVE THIS I LOVE IT ALL, give me some sweet, soft Bucky loving his shy girl. (also bb, idek if you remember sending me this considering how long I've taken, IM SO SORRY, I hope I did this justice). Ugh, I love this type of smut, lowkey a weakness.

You breathed out a sigh of relief, setting down your headset after navigating the team through the building they had to break into, infiltrating the security system from your place in the Avengers tower. You guided them down the halls, alerting them of any potential hazards that were to be expected, carefully watching four different screens at once so you had eyes on all of them.

"Couldn't do this without ya short cake, see you soon" Tony's voice crackled through the coms, making you giggle before signing out. You loved your job with the Avengers, helping them on the field through the latest Stark technology, safe in your IT lab. You never had to worry about skills or getting injured because you didn't have to go out onto the field, at most, having to worry about the wifi ever slowing down at the wrong time (though there were plenty of back up softwares in place).

The familiar sounds of boots softly thudding down the hall made your heart flutter, peeking up from your place behind the computer to see Bucky walk into the lab, still in his tactical gear. He didn't seem fazed by the cut that was bleeding from his forehead; at the very least that seemed to be his only injury.

"You saved our asses again" Bucky grinned while you shook your head, taking his hand and making him sit at your desk, pulling out a first aid kit to take care of a gash that was cut across his eyebrow.

"And you're still bleeding" You gently dabbed a cotton ball to his eyebrow, carefully blowing away the sting after.

"Just a scratch doll" Bucky shrugged, letting you clean up the cut, the serum already starting to heal it. "How were things here"

"The usual, made some tea, watched your mission online, nothing exciting"

Bucky hummed, bringing up the same thing he always did after getting back from a mission without fail.

"Maybe you should learn some self-defense doll" He peeked an eye open, meeting yours while you put a final band aid on the side of his forehead just above his brow. "Just in case. Can't have anything happening to our favorite little short cake"

"I'm perfectly safe in the lab, Bucky" You replied, his words making your cheeks heat up, brushing them off as his usual playful teasing. This wasn't the first time Buck had suggested you learn self defense and you always shut it down.

"C'mon. I'll teach you, give you a private lesson. I'll be gentle" He prodded further, being dead serious in his offer. Sure you were safe at the tower but should anything happen, he wanted you to be able to take care of yourself if necessary.

"Bucky-

"It'll be good for you! What if someone broke into the compound when we aren't here"

"Bucky-

"Or if aliens attack. It literally happened last month. Remember that big purple ball sack-

"Bucky-

"Or if you're just walking down the street and someone tries to steal your purse"

"James-

"Pleaaseeee" Bucky gave you his final puppy pout, eyes wide, his bottom lip jutting out until you finally huffed, butterflies fluttering around you tummy.

"Just once" You agreed, feeling like you'd been lit on fire at the handsome smile he gave you, deciding to meet up twice a week at the gym for training. You felt nervous, seeing as you'd never had to use self-defense in your life. You weren't exactly coordinated for fighting and even though you were learning you didn't want to look like a complete fool in front of Bucky of all people.

You nervously made your way to the gym, surprised to find it empty with just Bucky waiting for you at the mats. You were expecting to find it full with the others training as well.

"Is it just us here?" You asked as he held his hand out, helping you under the ropes.

"Booked the gym just for us doll, we have it for an hour so you don't have to worry about anyone else" He smiled warmly, hoping the blush on his cheeks wasn't obvious, not wanting to seem like a creep. He really did want to train you, but he couldn't help the inkling of excitement he felt getting to help his crush.

You were surprised at what a gentleman he was. Training went surprisingly well; Bucky started off with easy moves, always warming up and helping you stretch first. It didn't help that you were flustered each time, usually slipping or tripping because you were caught up in his blue eyes or pink lips, the scent of his cologne always making you woozy.

He caught you every single time, setting you back on your feet with ease, praising what a good job you were doing whenever you did something well and encouraging you when he showed you something more challenging.

"Alright, today you're going to attack me" Bucky stated while you stared at his wide eyed, shaking your head.

"Bucky, I'm not sure I can-

"Yes you can short cake, c'mon, show me what you've got" He threw you a playful smirk, taking a few steps back and getting into position. You gulped, shaking off your nerves before steadying yourself, remembering everything he'd taught you. It didn't help that he'd decided to leave his shirt behind, his sculped body nearly taunting you from focusing. You launched yourself at him, managing to land a hit near his ribs before he caught you, gently grabbing your arm and holding it in place.

"Good job doll, now you're going to try and get out of this and attack again". Bucky's voice was strained, struggling with all his might to keep from blushing more, the scent of your shampoo and the softness of your skin making him giddy. With each training session, he was falling more and more for you, your shy giggles and smiles making his school boy crush worse.

You tried to focus on getting out of his hold instead of the fact that you were pressed tightly against him with your back to his chest, his warm breath fanning against your cheek, the coolness of his arm making you shiver. You wriggled around, slipping out and lunging forward again. You couldn't recall the exact sequence of steps Bucky had taught you, asking him while still moving.

"Do you think I should-ops-" You squeaked, losing your footing, crashing right into the soldier, sending you both onto the floor, landing right on top of Bucky. Bucky caught you, hands firmly on your waist while your eyes grew wide as your nose nearly brushed against his, chest pressed right onto him. You were frozen in place as the the tension grew thick, his baby blues daring to your lips before looking at you again, your sweet face centimeters from his, all he had to do was just-

Before he could stop himself, he pressed his lips against yours, smirking at the surprised gasp you let out before melted into him, eyes closing when you left his tongue softly trace along your lips. You lost yourself into the kiss, gasping again when he handled you with ease, standing with your legs wrapped around his waist, holding you securely. Your heart hammered against as he made his way towards to the gym doors, his arm supporting your ass while the the other cupped your face to kiss you again.

"Wanted to do that for so long short cake" Bucky shyly smiled, pressing the button of the elevator to take you right to his room, leaning in again for another kiss. You giggled, kissing him right back, tugging on his dogtags, not breaking away from each other until you were in the privacy of his room, gasping for air.

Bucky gently nudged the door shut, laying you down softly on the bed, lying on top of you, brushing your hair away from your face.

"Hi" He gave you a boyish smile, nuzzling his nose against your cheek, coaxing you to look at him when you tried to shy away, still in shock you had kissed Bucky and now you were in his room.

"Hi" You whispered, biting your lip feeling his hand softly stroke your waist, the both of you lost in each other again. You sucked in a breath before pressing a kiss to his cheek, blinking up at him to see if it was okay.

"So soft" He hummed, stroking up your thigh to your waist when your hitched your leg over him desperately wanting him closer. "My pretty short cake" Bucky didn't rush, the both of you innocently kissing on his bed, not leaving an inch of skin untouched with hands exploring each others bodies. Your stomach flipped when you felt his erection press against your tummy, the deep blush on his cheeks making you fall for him so much more.

"Is this okay?" Bucky asked, toying with the hem of your shirt, waiting for your permission before going any further.

"Please Bucky" Your voice was needy, craving to be closer, warmth pooling in your panties at the sight of his bulge straining in his grey joggers. He took his time undressing you, taking your hands in his and pulling you up so he could take your top off, tossing your sports bra aside immediately after. You lifted your hips up, letting him pull your shorts and panties off in one go, feeling exposed, your legs shut tightly together. As much as he wanted to admire your pretty body, Bucky kept his eyes on your face, smiling at you reassuringly while you covered yourself with his sheets.

He threw his clothes off before joining you under the covers, laying on top of you again, this time letting his kisses trail to others places. You let your hands cling onto his muscular shoulders while he kissed down your neck and across your chest, making his way to your peaked nipples, taking one into his mouth. You bit your lip to hold back your moan, hardly realizing you'd spread your legs for him, the slick between your folds making a mess between the sheets.

His cock leaked against your thigh each time you whined, his tongue drawing circles around your softness, pulling off so he could pay attention to the other. His thumb came up to flick your nipples, groaning when he felt your hand come to play with his hair, his hips rutting against the bed.

He continued to kiss down your body, nipping your tummy before settling between your legs, licking your sensitive inner thighs before spreading your folds apart and kissing your clit.

"So sweet doll" He whispered as he began to gently suckle, moaning when you whimpered, his arm slinging over your hips to keep you from squirming.

"Oh-B-Bucky!" You gasped, the band in your belly already starting to tighten as he drew circles, his lips sealed around your sensitive nub, nursing from you with the most soft, gently gurgles, his beard soaked with your juiced. "Bucky-I-I'm gonna-

"Come for me short cake, lemme taste all of you" Bucky went right back in, the sound of your moans growing louder making his cock throb, restraining himself from humping the bed knowing damn well he'd blow his load if he moved the slightest. You came all over Bucky's face, covering your face with your arm when he crawled back up with a grin, your arousal glistening off his lips.

"All shy for me now doll?" He purred, moving your arm away so he could kiss you deeply. You could feel his painfully hard cock pressed against you reaching down to stroke him.

"Fuck" Bucky hissed, his eyes rolling back, involuntarily thrusting forward into your hand, a drop of precum falling onto your skin. The sight alone send another wave of arousal gushing between your legs, feeling more empty than ever, feeling his thick velvety shaft fuck your hand.

"Can-can I?" You were too shy to say it but you wanted to make Bucky feel good too, his perfect pink glistening cockhead begging to be sucked, all leaky and swollen.

"You have no idea how much I'd love that but I just-I really wanna be inside you baby" Bucky panted, letting out a strained chuckle knowing damn well he wouldn't last if he saw your sweet doe eyes looking up at him with your mouth filled with cock, much less actually feeling your tongue. "Is this okay?"

He pumped his cock a few times, swiping it along your folds, his weeping tip catching against your fluttering hole.

"Will-will it fit?" you bit your lip, bringing your legs to wrap around his waist, your arms slinging around his shoulders, wrapping yourself around him.

"Told you I'd be gentle" Bucky smiled softly, kissing your cheek as he started to push in, swallowing your gasp as he began stretched you. "Fuck you feel so good" Bucky moaned softly, continued to give you every inch until he bottomed out, stilling so you could adjust.

"Everything okay?" He looked at you with concern, wrapping your body protectively against his.

"Feels good Bucky" you nodded, your voice melting into a moan as he started to move, pulling his hips back slowly and thrusting forward again, keeping a steady motion, letting you feel every bit of him inside you. He reached places you'd never felt before, shamelessly getting louder, digging your nails into his skin when he moved faster, desperate to give you as much pleasure as he could.

"Wanted this for so long doll, y'know that? How long I wanted to make love to you?" He confessed, grinding his hips, barely pulling out, his full, heavy balls pressed against your ass. "Make you feel so good pretty girl, take care of my sweet little short cake who always looks out for me"

"Please don't stop Bucky!" You begged, squeezing his cock, your pussy pulling him back in each time he pulled out, nearly tearing up at his words. "Don't-oh god-Bucky, don't-stop!"

"I know baby, I know" Bucky cooed, "Shhh, feels good, doesn't it? Is that all babygirl? Does it feel good?" His thrusts grew more powerful until he was pounding you into the matters, pouring every bit of his feelings into his strokes, the feeling of your body wrapped around his driving him closer to his own climax.

"Feels-good-so-good" you hiccupped between a whine, crying out when he brought his knee up to fuck you deeper, hitting a different angle. "RIGHT THERE BUCKY"

"That's it angel, I know baby, that's your spot, doing so good for me, think you can give me one more doll? Cum one more time for me?"

"Y-yeah!" You wailed, your back arching off the bed as he brought his hand between your bodies, rubbing your clit with soft circles, adding more pressure between snapping his hips. "I'm gonna cum Bucky!!"

"My good girl, makes me so hard when you say my name baby, cum for me angel, cum on my cock, don't stop till you cream all over me baby, I got you" He held you tighter, your head tucked into the crook of his arm while he cradled you, his other hand still rubbing you. His pace didn't faster, panting, desperately holding his own orgasm off, your brows knitting together, jaw slack, sweat covering your skin.

"You look so pretty like this babygirl, fuck, gonna make me cum y/n" He practically whined, moaning loudly with you when he started to feel you milk his cock, fluttering and squeezing him as your orgasm washed over you.

"BUCKKYY" You screamed his name as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, his movements growing sloppy.

"You feel so good doll, so so good, sweetheart-fuck-I'm cumming" Bucky moaned against your neck, stilling as his cock started to throb, his warmth splashing against your cervix. He rocked his hips a few more times till he was milked dry, collapsing into your arms and rolling over so he could pull the covers over you both.

You giggled to yourself, tucked snuggly in Bucky's thick arms, your cheek pressed right against his warm chest. Neither if you had spoken a word yet, basking in a post sex haze, cozy and content in each others embrace.

"What's so funny short cake" Bucky whispered, tipping your chin up to meet his twinkling eyes, a dusting of pink still covering his cheeks.

"You're so cuddly for a big scary assassin" You teased, while he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"S'not my fault" He playfully pouted before squeezing you tighter. "Can you blame me? Look at who I get to cuddle with"

You smiled, resting your head on his chest again, tracing invisible shapes onto his skin while he stroked your back, his heart starting to beat faster as he began to speak again.

"This-what happened between us-

You froze, stopping your ministrations, dread pooling in your chest over Bucky's words.

Had you misread the situation?

Oh god, you did, he didn't actually like you, you-

"It wasn't just a one time thing for me. I've liked you for a long time short cake-" Your spiral stopped immediately, looking at him with wide eyes, only to find him nervously chewing his bottom lip raw. "I don't- I don't know if you feel the same way but I'd love for you to be mine-if you'd have me"

His last words melted into a whisper, still looking at you with precious shyness, your heart ready to burst out of your chest at how soft he was for you. Your surprised him, smashing your lips against his, the adorable squeak slipping past his lips turning into a groan.

"You like me?" You grew bashful, tucking your face into his neck, giving the young soldier his confidence back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Like me like me?"

"Course darlin' you're my best girl" He kissed your forehead before rolling you over and attacking you with kisses again, the both of you grinning at each other with heart eyes,

"My favorite little short cake"

"My Bucky bear"

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celestialprincesse · 9 months ago

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I'm sorry but I just know that Price has a breeding kink🥴

mdni 🎀 nsfw below the cut

Price has always, despite his situation, considered himself a family man, and with not only the added financial benefits of being boosted up to the SAS, but also the flexibility of being a captain, there's a yearning for something to come home to. So, when he finally marries someone that makes coming home more anticipatory than leaving in the first place, he can't help but finally feel fulfilled. Almost.

There's something missing though. Something that he can't help but yearn for. He's seen the way his fellow soldiers look at their partners with babies slung on their hips or bellies swollen with pregnancy, and he can't help but feel so selfishly jealous. He knows he shouldn't, knows that he should feel grateful for all of the goodness that she's bought into his life, that he's got the privilege of coming home alive, let alone alive, and to a beautiful woman willing to sink down on her knees for him and worship his cock like he's more god than mere man. Despite this, he wants more, and always finds himself feeling like Icarus inching that much closer to the sun with every good thing he gets.

"I want a baby." He growls into your ear whilst his cock is buried to the hilt inside your slick cunt, fingers interlocked and his baby blues burning vehemently into your own. He's long stilled his thrusts to capture your attention, and by the way your tits bob slightly with the movement of a deep inhale pulled in and held, followed by a little ragged puff of air back into his face, he can tell that you're listening. "You want a baby?" The waver in your voice doesn't go unnoticed by either of you, the almost imperceptible squeeze of your fingers around Johns igniting a spark of hope in his long thawed heart. "I want a baby. With you."

"Now?"

"Now."

"What about your work?"

"I've already sorted it."

John sees the way your brain short circuits at not only his words, but also the encouragingly slow snap of his hips as he thrusts up against your cervix, the hair of his chest brushing against your already sensitive nipples as he keeps at his languorous pace, waiting for you to give him an answer before he stuffs you full of his cum and doesn't let you get up through fear of potentially wasting even a drop of his seed.

"Please, darling. Fuck." He grunts as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes glossed over as you zone out, imagining a future with you and the man you love, and your children - child, even - maybe a dog for good measure. "You're sure you're ready?" You whisper, feeling the distinct prickling of tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. "S' all I want."

"Okay."

And with that, John's warm hand settles at the back of your neck, fingers curling into the roots of your hair whilst his free arm supports his position over you. Every time the weeping tip of his cock slams up into the plug of your womb and leaves your eyes rolling shut, he yanks gently on your hair, just enough to jerk your head back to look at his almost animal expression, growling about how he wants to look his wife in the eye when he fucks her full of his kids. He's entirely merciless as he spears you open on his cock, hitting the spot that makes your walls flutter desperately around him with every thrust, huffing in your ear when you drag your nails down his back at the mention of how fucking sexy you'll look all soft and swollen with his baby. You both know he won't be stopping at one.

You cum almost shamefully around his cock when he grabs a handful of the plush flesh of your boobs, dropping kisses down the column of your neck until his nose rests against your collarbone, keening out from both the physical and mental overstimulation. John rides you through it, leaving his tip brushing against your cervix as he finishes himself, before rolling you over with his cock still plugged inside, not wasting any of his cum as you lay there panting on his chest whilst his lips press to the top of your head before whispering in your ear:

"So I was thinking green for the nursery?"

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quick lil something because I literally have no ideas of what to write oops 🤭

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hundredandsix · 1 year ago

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crawl home to her—(e.w.)

jackson!ellie x fem!reader

✩ wc: 7.6k (sorry)

✩ summary: Ellie puts too much on herself. You are starting to see the cracks forming and she needs you to help her let go before she shatters.

✩ cw: mdni(18+) bottom!ellie, hurt/comfort, minor angst, ellie being annoying, thigh riding, oral (ellie receiving), fingering (ellie receiving), very minor dirty talk

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To your annoyance, Ellie needs time after her patrols before you head to her place. Your instinct is to smother her in hugs as soon as she walks back through the gates, but you've learned that she needs to be alone and decompress before facing any company.

After passing the time by clearing the snow piled on your windowsill, you decide she's been alone for long enough. You don't know what you're walking into, but if Jesse's crude words were anything to go by, you have a very distraught girlfriend on your hands.

"Walked around with a stick up her ass today. Needs to get laid or somethin'. Isn't that your job?"

You cut through Joel's backyard to get to her studio. He gives you a little wave from the kitchen window as you cross the dirt pathway. If you squint your eyes, you can see he's wearing the flannel shirt you and Ellie found for him last Christmas.

She doesn't answer when you knock, but you let yourself in. A thick layer of moisture hits you as you enter. The steam from her shower is still fogging a few of the windows.

She doesn't react as you enter, but you can tell she's looking at you from the corner of her eye. You shut the door with a gentle thud.

Ellie Williams is definitely a sight. Clad in only a sports bra and a pair of black boxers, her damp hair hangs limp and out of its usual bun. You can smell her shampoo as you get closer, sandalwood and a hint of something earthy.

By the time you sit next to her on the lopsided couch, she hasn't said a word. You cross your legs, waiting for her to speak first, but the silence stretches between you. Rolling your eyes at her stubbornness, you take her hand in yours.

"You doing okay? "

She scrubs her hands over her face, elbows resting on her knees. Her body sinks in, almost as if she was waiting for permission to release the tension.

"I'm good. Just tired."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Her stubbornness never ceases. Scooting closer to her, you wrap an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into your chest. She lets out a sigh and hesitates for a moment before giving in and letting you hold her. You're not just holding her, but also the weight she can't seem to carry on her own. Heavier than her body and stronger than her resolve.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"There really is nothing to talk about. I just-I don't know. I feel..."

She stops, fiddling with your hand in hers. Her fingers run between yours, massaging the callouses that developed from years of work in Jackson. You slide your free hand up the bare skin of her back and gently massage her shoulder.

"You feel what?"

She doesn't answer right away, and you know she needs a distraction. You lean down to get a better look at her face. Her eyes are glazed over and her lower lip is jutting out slightly. You want to bite it.

You put both your hands on her shoulders and push her into a sitting position on the floor between your legs.

She turns around, quirking an eyebrow, but she quickly relaxes when she feels your nails gently digging into her scalp. Taking advantage of her loose hair, you run your fingers down from her roots, giving a gentle tug when you reach the split ends.

Her jaw unclenches as her shoulders fall from her tight posture. The tension is coming off her in waves, releasing with each movement of your fingers. Your hands speak what your words can't express.

I can bear it, Ellie. Tell me.

It's rare for her to let you touch her like this. So gentle and sweet. She has always been a giver, liking the control that came with looking after you.

She let you touch her of course, but it was never like this. You never had time to examine the intricacies that made her up. The jagged scar on her left shoulder. The constellation of freckles decorating her upper arms.

Ellie would worship your body if you let her, kneeling between your legs as if you were an altar. She would drag your hands away from her body, pinning them down, maneuvering you to her pleasure. You could never get more than a few scarce caresses in before she was redirecting you, so focused on your enjoyment she was willing to overlook her own.

It was about control for her, especially when it came to you and your pleasure. The need to feel needed overwhelmed her and showed in every action she took toward you.

As your fingers tangled in her auburn hair, you wondered if that was the issue. She took too much on, thinking she could handle it. Most of the time, she could bear it, but it was never without a cost. She strapped each burden to her back, piling them on with the others. Ellie was caving from the outside in, and you knew she needed someone to relieve her, to take that crippling weight off her shoulders.

"Ellie, what's wrong, babe? Talk to me."

She sighed, trying to lean her head into her chest, but got caught by your fingers in her hair.

"I'm sorry."

You slide your hand down the angles of her jaw and to her chin, turning her face to meet yours. She's too slow to hide the shocked expression in her eyes. But as that fades, something else replaces it when your thumb grazes the underside of her bottom lip. Desire.

Her eyes darken, and you see something new in her. Ellie's mouth parts, and you can feel her warm breath against your hand. Her tongue slips between her teeth to wet her bottom lip under your gaze.

"Don't you dare apologize. You never have to be sorry for how you're feeling. Not with me."

And just like that, the moment is over. Her eyes soften and your grip on her face loosens. She nods, turning back around.

"'Okay."

Her voice comes out raspy. Maybe from disuse or maybe from something more. She grabs your hand and brings it back to her hair.

You chuckle as you resume your movements, fingers leaving her scalp to gently trace the bare skin of her back. The sound of her gentle laughter graces your ears when she feels you drawing little hearts on her skin. Like church bells chiming on a Sunday afternoon.

When she speaks, it shatters the silence she's built between you. It's so loud it almost startles you.

"I guess I just feel like...nothing should be wrong. I have everything I've wanted, but-"

A knock at her front door cuts her off follow by muffled shouting.

"Ellie! It's Jesse!"

The pounding on her door continues, and you have never considered murder to such an extent before.

She turns to look at you, and you can feel her tense up beneath your hands. The bells aren't chiming anymore. All that's left is the clang of metal against metal.

Before she can answer, you shout, "She's busy! Get lost."

You see that look in her eyes again, her pupils so large it almost makes her green eyes look sinister. Like a snake coiling and baring its fangs. She's ready to strike.

Jesse ignores you, shouting again, "Maria wants to see you. She said it would just be a sec."

Ellie tries to speak, but her voice gets stuck behind her words. She clears her throat before replying.

"Okay. At the house? Tell her I'll be there in a few."

"Fine, but you better be in a good mood when you come out!"

The sounds of his footfalls dim as he gets further from Ellie's safe haven. She falls back against you, letting her full body weight be supported by your legs. Her hands move up to her hair, starting to pull it back with the elastic on her wrist, but you push her hands away.

"I've got it," you say, taking the elastic from her wrist and sliding it to your own.

You divide her hair into two sections, starting a braid with the whispy front pieces. When you reach the end of her short hair, you braid the remaining strands and slip the elastic on.

She reaches up to slide a tattooed wrist over your work, fingers getting caught in the sections of the braid.

"What are you doing to me?" she asks as you start on the other side.

"Braiding your hair."

You don't have to see her face to know she's wrinkling her nose

You take an extra elastic from your own wrist to secure the other side, and as soon as you finish, she's rushing to the mirror in her little bathroom.

"I look like a dork, Y/N!"

"You do not! You look so cute!"

She emerges from the bathroom, a pink blush dusting over her freckles. You stand up from the couch as she rushes over to her dresser, throwing on a green flannel and a pair of dark jeans.

To your amusement, the shirt looks almost identical to the one Joel is wearing. You take a moment to wonder if Ellie will be like Joel when she's older. Cooking in her kitchen with greying hair under the rays of the afternoon sun.

"Yes, because cute is exactly the vibe I want to give off," she deadpans, throwing in an eye roll for good measure.

"Oh, shut up. You know you love it," you say, reaching over to twirl one of the braids with your finger.

She pries herself out of your grasp and sits on the edge of her bed to put on her shoes. You follow her to the twisted mass of unmade sheets and blankets.

"Plus..." you say, moving behind her, "they are multi-purpose."

"What?" she asks, finishing up lacing her shoes.

You chuckle at her genuine confusion as you wrap your fingers around the left braid, tugging gently. Moving closer behind her, you press your body into her. You wonder if she can feel your racing heart against her back.

"Handles," you whisper into her ear.

Ellie bolts up from the bed, blushing even darker than you thought possible. You wonder if you've crossed a line, but her reactions earlier were egging you on, making you wonder how far you can take her before she just snaps.

The load on her shoulders needs to be lessened. You could take it from her. Give her a rest. Giving up hope when you see the shocked look in her eyes, you cross your legs on the bed as if you'd said something innocent.

She scratches the back of her neck, avoiding eye contact with you. The afternoon sunshine catches on her tattoo and she looks so adorable you can barely stand it. You just want to fucking devour her.

"Um, I'm gonna head to Maria and Tommy's. I don't think it'll take long."

"Do you want me to wait for you?" you question, knowing she'll say yes.

She makes her way to the door and you follow her. She's touching the braids again, and you wonder if she's thinking of what you said. You wonder if she wants it as much as you to. To let you take control for a little bit.

"If you don't mind," she says, hand on the worn doorknob.

"Yeah, I'll be here when you get back."

She grabs your waist, her grip tight against your skin. Ellie plants a quick kiss on your lips as she leaves, and you can feel the curve of her smile against your mouth. Before she's out of the door, you reach out to tug on her braid one last time.

"You're such a perv!" she shouts as she makes her way down the steps.

You wince at her loudness, hoping Joel didn't hear her.

"Only for you, babe!"

You watch her through the window as she makes her way to Maria's. She looks behind her to see if you're still watching, and when she thinks the coast is clear, she rips the elastics from her braids.

She shakes her hair with the wildness of a wet dog. Your heart skips a beat when she uses your purple elastic to pull her hair into a bun at the base of her neck. Her own black one remains on her wrist.

You roll your eyes and think of all the things you wish you could do for her. To her.

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The gentle sound of Ellie's door closing wakes you from your slumber. You didn't mean to fall asleep, but Ellie's bed was so comfortable. It was never made, but the five blankets she had provided a weight almost as comforting as Ellie herself. Shooting up from the bed, you look over to the clock on her nightstand.

3:23 am

Why the hell is she getting back so late? You rush out of bed, still wearing your jeans and T-shirt from the previous day.

"Ellie?" you call out, but she doesn't answer.

Your eyes fall to the closed bathroom door. Light is leaking through the cracks, and because of the small space, you can hear faint grunts of pain from the other side. Rather than questioning how she managed to lock herself in the bathroom so quickly, you rush to the door and throw it open.

Ellie's sitting on the edge of the bathtub, her shirt and pants discarded in a bloody pile on the floor. So much hair has fallen loose from her bun that she might as well have been wearing it down. Your eyes scan her over, trying to find the source of the blood.

There's a gash on her side. Not too bad, but deep enough that it would need stitches. A painful-looking, yellowing bruise surrounds the area of the cut near her hip.

"What the fu-"

"I didn't mean to wake you up," she says, eyes cast down.

She has a needle and string in her hand, but you can tell by looking at it that it won't be long enough.

You sink to your knees in front of her, prying the needle from her hands and letting it rest on the bathtub next to her thighs. Once again, she's in her sports bra and boxers, but this time it's not sensual. She's covered in blood, her eyes are bloodshot, and you're fucking scared.

"Ellie! That's not... fuck! Why are you back so late? You already went on patrol this morning, and Jesse said it was supposed to be quick."

"I'm sorry. I-I talked to Maria and then Clove got sick. And they needed someone to cover her-"

"Ellie," you say her name again. She's so fucking stubborn, but you're hoping you can talk some sense into her.

"I'm not gonna sit here and watch you do this to yourself."

"Well somebody has to do it!"

"You're right. Somebody does. And I know you think you can handle it and take it all. Physically you can, but it's killing you! When is the last time you even slept?"

She doesn't respond, and you'd like to think it's because she knows you're right. Her downcast eyes suggest she has no comeback or retort to leave you with.

"And why are you trying to do this yourself? The string is too short and you haven't even cleaned it all the way," you say, gesturing to the gash on her side, still dripping blood.

She still doesn't answer, auburn hair falling in her face as she tilts her head down.

"You had to have deliberately hidden this because there's no way in hell Maria or Jesse or Dina or whoever you were with would have let you go off on your own in this state."

"Are you done?" she finally says.

She meets your eyes and you're both glaring at each other.

"No, I'm not actually. There are plenty of things I want to say to you, but we can do that when you're not bleeding all over your fucking bathroom."

You reach past her, turning the faucet on. The water is freezing cold at first, and you're tempted to push her into it, but you turn the knob until it's lukewarm. Ellie grabs your wrist when you reach down to plug the drain.

"It's fine. I don't need-"

"No," you say, and to your irritation, you can feel tears fill your eyes.

"You're going to let me take care of you. I don't care what you think you can and can't handle. I don't want to hear another fucking word."

Ellie looks like she wants to say something, lips parting but then closing a few times. She shuts her mouth for the final time, stunned by the break in your voice and your watery eyes.

Reaching up to help her take off the rest of her clothes, you scan her for injuries again. She has a few cuts and bruises but nothing as bad as the gash on her side.

Ellie stands on shaky legs, gripping onto your forearm for balance, as she steps into the bath. The water almost immediately turns a murky red around her ankles.

"You know better than this, El," you scold.

She shakes her head and starts washing some of the dirt and blood off of her arms. You don't know if it's hers or someone, something else's and you feel a pang of fear in your chest.

You push your hands away and replace hers with your own. The water looks disgusting, so you reach for the drain and let the blood and sweat sink away.

Turning on the water again you grab a cloth hanging in the bath. Grabbing her chin, you tilt her head towards you and begin to gently wash her face with the cloth. She closes her eyes, leaning into your touch. The dirt, grime, and blood disappear to reveal the freckle-faced girl you're used to seeing.

From this angle, she just looks like a girl. Your girl. Not a woman who has slaughtered hundreds of infected and can bring grown men to their knees.

"You like it when I do that," you observe, your anger beginning to dissipate.

It's a simple statement, and at first, you aren't sure if she even heard you. But her eyelashes flutter, eyes moving behind closed lids. For a second, you forget that you're mad at her because she looks so pretty like this. Green eyes shut and her pink lips in a pout.

"Yeah," she says, barely a whisper.

She knows you're talking about your fingers gripping her face, turning her where you need her. And she likes it.

But when you lean down to rinse the cloth, you see the gash on her side and it comes back to you. The fear you felt. The anger you had towards her for not taking care of herself.

You release her chin and tilt her head into the stream of water to scrub her hair. She still hasn't opened her eyes, trusting you completely to support her head and prevent her from falling.

When her hair is clean, you help her rinse herself off one last time before shutting off the water. Her eyes open and she looks at you from the bath, sitting cross-legged and looking up at you like you hung the moon and stars.

It made you feel so powerful. Ellie Williams kneeled before you, offering herself bare to your touch. Waiting for you to tell her what to do next.

"Come on," you hold out your hand to help her up.

She stands in the bath on shaky legs and lets you guide her onto the floor mat. You grab her towel hanging on the back of the door and help her dry herself off.

You kneel down to look at her wound and it's mostly stopped bleeding. Now clean, it's ready for stitches. Grabbing for the needle, you stop when you see her shivering. The cool air in the bathroom sent goosebumps over her scarred skin. You help her ring her wet hair out one more time, and wrap the towel around her shoulders.

"I'm going to grab you something to wear. You're freezing."

As you begin to walk away, Ellie grabs your wrist, forcing you to bring her along with you.

"Ellie."

"What? I want to come too," she says, the hint of a smirk painting her face.

Rolling your eyes you say, "It's like six feet away, babe."

But she gives you that look again, cocking her head to the side, and you give in, leading her to her dresser.

After digging through the drawer, you produce a pair of black briefs for her and an oversized shirt that you always slept in when you stayed over. It would be easy enough to pull over her shoulder while you stitched her wound.

She drops the towel to the floor. You help her pull on the clothes, but it is more difficult than you thought it would be. She winces as you guide her arms over her head, a small bead of blood oozing from her open wound.

Ellie limps over to her couch and turns on a lamp next to it. She gingerly sits on the middle of the sofa but won't make eye contact with you.

"There's more light over here," she responds to your raised eyebrow.

The towel feels heavy in your hands as you bring it back to the bathroom. You hang it up and grab the first aid kit before returning to the small form of your girlfriend on her couch.

You kneel in front of her and start laying out the supplies on the coffee table. She watches you, those snake-green eyes following your fingers as you sterilize the needle and cut the thread.

You reach up to pull the shirt over her left shoulder, and you're face-to-face with half of her bare chest. Your brain is telling you that this is absolutely not the time to feel desire, but you can't help it. Ellie never lets you look at her like this.

That's not to say she's shy. Because she's not. She just usually doesn't let you focus on her like this. Her nipples were hard from the cold air, and you're thinking about putting your mouth on her before you remember where you are and what you're doing. You chide yourself. God, you are absolutely fucked, Y/N.

But Ellie notices. You look up from her chest to meet her eyes, and you think that maybe she's starting to get an idea of what you want. And what you know she needs.

"Are you going to tell me what happened now?" you ask to distract her as the needle sinks into her skin.

She winces, tattooed hand flying to your shoulder. Her nails dig into you as you continue. The crescent moons her nails leave on your skin are the good kind of burn.

"You're going to laugh at me. It's really stupid," she says, eyes following your hands.

"Well if it's stupid, I probably will."

She lets out a gentle laugh, leaning down to look at your progress. You are about a quarter of the way through, but you couldn't get the right placement and your hand is cramping from the awkward angle.

Trying again, you still can't get the angle right and you let out a groan of frustration. But an idea pops into your head. You stand up to sit on the couch next to her.

"C'mere," you say, guiding her to sit in your lap.

She straddles you and wow this is new.

You grab her hips to move her to the side a bit so you could get a better angle. She shifts so she's straddling your right thigh, and fuck. You can feel the heat of her — No.

No. No. No. No.

Focus.

Ellie's watching your hands as you resume the stitches, shifting against your thigh to get comfortable. She takes a sharp intake of breath, causing you to abruptly stop.

"You okay? Sorry, it's just easier to reach you this way."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

You've never heard her sound like this before. So breathy and her voice so low that you almost didn't hear her. You have to force yourself to pry your eyes away from her face and go back to the stitches.

"You never told me what you did."

She's shifting against your thigh again. You want to tell her to stop because it's so hard to focus when she does that.

"Oh," she laughs again. "I fell through the floor in this old house. Got stuck and Dina had to help me out."

"Babe. You fell through the floor?"

This has happened enough times that you feel like you need to start strapping a cushion to her backpack.

"Yes. Didn't even see any fuckin' clickers. It was supposed to be fast but the basement was so deep it took forever to get out."

"Damn, with your injuries I thought you got stuck in a hoard or something."

"Nope. Just rotted wood."

You tie off the last stitch and reach over to set the materials on the end table with the lamp. She doesn't move to get off you. Instead, you can feel her move against you again, but this time, she tries to hide it. She does it when you're moving as if you won't notice.

But that's the thing about Ellie. If you don't pay attention to her little moments and eccentric actions, you will miss a lot. She's full of hidden surprises if you look closer.

You want to say something, but you don't know if it's intentional or not so you stay quiet. Maybe she's just in pain. She's got a nasty cut and a couple of huge bruises surrounding it.

But you don't want her to move yet, so you grab her hips, being careful to avoid her cut. You're face-to-face and it occurs to you just how tired she looks. Her dark circles are such deep purple that you want to go back to the bath and grab the cloth. Maybe you could scrub them off her skin if you tried hard enough.

"You've gotta start putting yourself first. You're burnt out and exhausted."

She nods, but that's all she allows you.

"Okay," she says quietly, "I'll do it for you. I don't like it when you're worrying about me,"

"I don't want you to do it for me. I want you to do it for you. Be a little selfish for once."

She doesn't nod at this, but you feel her move her hips against you again. This time there is no mistaking that it is purposeful.

"What are you doing, El?"

"I don't know."

God, you love saying her name. You love the way it makes her pupils larger, so dark the green in her irises is barely visible. You crave the way it brings a pink flush to her cheeks. How you can send Ellie, so strong and stoic, into a rambling mess.

She's looking at your lips, and her tongue darts out to lick over her own.

"I think you do know," you say, leaning closer to her. "You just don't want to say it."

You're kissing her before she can respond, hand slipping into her hair to tug gently. She groans into your mouth, and you slip your tongue over hers. Ellie's moving her hips again, grinding down on your thigh.

She has the awkward, fumbling movements of someone that's never done this before. She knows how to guide your hips and help you find the best angle for your pleasure, but this was all new territory for her. You move your hands back to her hips to aid her movements.

Leaning back, you pull away from the kiss and she falls forward, chasing you. Her hot breath caresses your lips, and you lean your forehead against hers. She smells like the forest still. There's no amount of soap that can get the scent off her.

"That's kinda fucked, El. Getting turned on by me stitching you up," you mumble against her lips.

Her movements stop and she's immediately pulling away and trying to explain herself, her hands thrown up as if surrendering. You let out a chuckle and push your index finger against her lips to stop her.

"I'm just teasing you. I know what you want."

You help her guide the oversized shirt over her head, and your eyes greedily scan the exposed flesh. She's watching you, trying to figure out what your next move will be. You can see the cogs and wheels turning in her mind.

Her instinct is to cross her arms over her chest, but one pointed look from you stops her in her tracks. You start at her neck, leaving wet, sloppy kisses down her chest until you reach her chest.

"I want you to tell me what you want," you say between kisses.

"But you said-" she cuts herself off with a sigh as you pull her nipple into your mouth, tongue gliding over the sensitive flesh.

"I know what I said, but I want you to tell me. Prove to me that you want it like this or I'll stop."

"Babe" she groans.

"Say it," you demand, using your hands to help her grind her cunt against you again.

"I want you to take care of me."

"I gathered that."

"C'mon, Y/N. You know what I fucking want. Saw it in your eyes since this morning."

You slow your movements, wanting to see how far you can take her. She groans in protest and grips your shoulders for leverage as she grinds down harder against you.

"I want you to make me feel good," she tries.

Continuing your slowed movements, you switch to the other side, using your other hand to knead the sensitive, smooth skin. She can do better than that.

"I-I want you to make me cum."

"How? I do that all the time," you say, barely resisting the urge to chuckle at her frustration.

"However you want to. Whatever way you want me. I don't care. I just need you. Need it like this today."

She's found her own rhythm against your thigh, not needing you to guide her movements anymore.

"There you go, baby. Take what you need from me. Just like that."

You lead kisses back up her neck and behind her ear where you know she's sensitive. She's breathless against you, groaning and sighing quietly as she uses you.

"Need-need help, Y/N," she says, her movements becoming more frantic.

Your cunt throbs at her words because this is exactly what you need. You want her to want this as much as you do.

She's chasing for more but can't seem to get to it. Pulling away from her neck, you tuck her auburn hair behind her ears and take a second to admire her. Her cheeks are flushed and her brow is wet with sweat.

The wounded look in her eyes forces you to take pity on her. Your firm hands grasp her shaky ones and guide her off your lap to stand up. Reaching forward, you pull the elastic of her panties so it flicks back against her.

"Take these off."

She's so eager that she almost trips as she shucks them down her legs, forgetting about her injuries. She's completely bare in front of you, glistening cunt on display. You take a moment to watch her and the way she moves back and forth from foot to foot under your gaze.

There's a large wet spot on her briefs, and you follow Ellie's eyes down to your jeans. There's a matching spot on your pants from her grinding against you. You're so aroused you think even the slightest touch between your legs would have you cumming.

"You made a mess, El."

Before she can respond, you're dragging her back over your thigh. She lets out a breathy moan at the feeling of the damp denim dragging against her clit.

"I want you to cum like this," you say.

"I-I don't think I can."

"Yes, you can. And you will."

She opens her mouth to complain, but you quiet her rambling with a kiss.

"Didn't you say I could have you any way I want you?"

"Yes, but-"

"You can have my mouth after you finish like this," you whisper against her lips.

That shuts her up, and she's grinding against you again, much more frantic than before. From her labored breaths, you can tell she's close. She's been worked up since this morning, and you want nothing more than for her to let go against you. You don't want any thought or worry in that pretty head of hers except how she's going to cum next.

She's moving fast enough that her knee is bumping deliciously between your legs. The seam of your jeans is grinding against your clit just right. You wanted to take them off and feel her bare skin against yours, but that would mean pulling away from Ellie again. She might lose her courage in the time it takes you to get them off.

The dampness of her cunt is seeping through your jeans and onto your leg, and fuck. You wonder if this is how Ellie feels when she has you under her and at her mercy.

"F-fuck, please," she groans.

"I've got you, baby. Give it to me."

You reach up to smooth the wrinkle between her brows with the pad of your thumb. "Relax, just want you to feel good. That's all I want you worrying about right now."

Scooting forward, you plant your foot firmly against the ground. You look up to watch her reaction as you start to bounce your leg, increasing the pressure and friction against her clit.

She pulls her face forward into your neck and lets out a strangled moan, louder than you've ever heard her before. You can feel her lips moving against your skin, but you can't make out what she's saying. She's talking so fast and so low that you can only understand the tone of desperation in her voice.

"Please, please, please please-"

"C'mon, El. You're almost there. I can feel you clenching against me."

You pull her by her shoulders away from your neck so you can watch her face as she finishes. When she tries to hide against you again, you pull her back by her hips.

"Uh, uh. Wanna see your face when you cum."

You push against her hips, creating even more pressure. She clenches her eyes and you feel every muscle in her body tighten like a rubber band ready to snap.

She's panting, hands flailing around because she doesn't know what to do with them. One flies to her chest, her long fingers creating indents against her skin. The other grips your shoulder. You can tell she's holding back, letting all that she's carrying get into her head.

"Let go, Ellie. I've got you. Gonna feel so good."

A high-pitched sound leaves her mouth as she takes in a shallow breath, and you can see it as the tension snaps within her. She's grinding against you so fast the couch is shaking and you're having trouble keeping up.

You release one of her hands and grab a fistful of her hair, tugging hard as she rides out her high.

"Doing so good for me, El. Look so fucking beautiful like this."

"Yes, yes, fuck. W-wanna be good for you."

Her words surprise you. Pulling you out of your head for a moment. She usually doesn't talk much when she finishes, but in her high, she revealed something you'd always suspected.

When her high dissipates, she crawls off of your lap to lean against your side, the stimulation of your leg too much on her clit.

She's breathing heavily, eyes closed and cheek pressed against your shoulder. Her naked form against yours reminds you of your fully-clothed state. The trust that she has in you sends another pang of arousal through you.

"So fucking good," she mumbles into your side.

While she's distracted, you gently pry her off of you and sink to your knees, face level with her still-dripping cunt. She wines, hands flinging out blindly to pull you back to her.

"Not finished with you yet," you say, grabbing her thighs to drag her so she's at the very edge of the couch.

She's looking at you through half-lidded eyes, lips wet from your kisses and her constant biting. You grab her hands, shoving them between her legs and forcing her fingers to spread herself for you.

She's too fucked out to even be embarrassed as she lets you maneuver her body.

"You see, El. You were complaining but look how fucking wet you are." You drag your index finger through her slick, circling her clit with the pad of your finger.

She throws her head back, and you can tell she's suppressing a groan. You grab her chin and force her head down. Her eyes look at her sopping wet pussy and then at you, letting out a sigh when she sees the look on her face.

"I told you to look, baby."

Ellie does groan at that. She watches as your fingers move to her entrance, circling it with your middle finger. Her hands drop to her sides, but you pull them back.

"No, stay like this."

You can feel her involuntarily clenching, trying to pull your fingers when she needs you. She's so swollen from getting off on your thigh earlier, and you lean in closer as you slip your middle finger into her entrance.

She's warm around you, clenching so tight it's hard to move your finger. You lower your lips to her swollen clit, sucking gently to get her to relax.

"F-fuuuuck, Y/N. So sensitive. Don't know if I can-"

You pull back from her clit with a wet smack, gazing up at her from your eyelashes.

"I made you a promise, El, and I intend to keep it. You just lay there and look pretty. Let me take care of you."

Her fingers are still spreading herself for you, pulsing cunt on display. You take pity on her when her hands start to shake, and you guide her hands to tangle in your hair instead.

She relaxes enough for you to move your finger comfortably, and you quickly add a second. She groans at the intrusion, head flying back on the couch and her hands tightening in your hair. You keep a steady pace, not too fast or too slow.

You give her a second to adjust before returning your mouth to her cunt. She tastes so sweet you can't help but groan into her, the vibrations going straight to her clit.

Licking down to her entrance where your fingers are buried inside her, you move to her clit, flicking your tongue at the end.

"Just like that. Yes."

Her voice is whiny and so adorable you almost want to stop to drink her in again. Instead, you look up at her as you wrap your lips around her clit and move your head from side to side. The added friction sends her eyes flying shut. Her face is so red you think it would be warm to the touch. Her half-dry hair is a mess, sticking up at odd angles and in a bunch of knots at the base of her neck.

Your neglected clit is throbbing beneath your clothes, and you use the moment to slip a hand into your jeans. The angle is too awkward to slip a finger inside yourself, so you resort to rubbing tight circles around your clit. You've never been this close to finishing with such little stimulation before. Each circle of your fingers sends an almost fatal pang of arousal from your core to your lower stomach.

"I know it's a lot. Doing so good for me," you murmur against her clit.

That's what she wants to hear. What she needs to hear from you. Ellie is good. So good to you and you know she can be good for you, too.

When you crook your fingers at the spongey spot inside her, she loses it, grinding against your face and practically babbling praise.

"So good to me, babe. Feels so fucking good."

"Mhhmm. There you go, El. Let me have it."

Your face falters slightly as you move your hand in your pants faster, so close to your orgasm you can taste it. Whether she notices, you're touching yourself or not, she doesn't let on.

"F-fuck. So close, babe. Please don't stop. Please," she actually whines.

She tugs on your hair harder, forcing your face closer to your cunt as her thighs come up to rest against your ears. You let her clench around you instead of pushing her back, liking the feeling of her completely surrounding you. You would let her suffocate you like this.

That's what does it for you. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, and you rapidly rub your clit as you ride out your high. You groan against her clit, and you can feel her thighs tighten around your head from the added stimulation. Doing your best to keep up the pace of your mouth and your other hand inside her, you can feel her clench around your fingers again. The image of Ellie above you, all fucked out and blissful makes it so much more intense.

When the pleasure verges on overstimulation, you remove your wet hand from your pants to grab her thigh, nails digging into her skin. You want to leave marks. You want her to bruise for you.

You look up to see her eyes full of unshed tears, her legs shaking in pleasure. Focusing your fingers on the spot again, you suck on her clit hard, wanting to push her over the edge.

"Yes, yes, yes. Goddamn," she moans as she lets go.

You continue pumping your fingers in and out of her to help her ride out her high, accepting her release against your tongue. Her thighs part from you, and she becomes completely boneless.

You're pulled from your thoughts when Ellie's hands come up to your head to push you away.

"N-no more. Fuck. Too much, babe."

You allow her to push you away but not before leaving kisses up her thighs, tracing the contours of her body as you make your way up to her lips.

This time it's Ellie that pulls you into her lap. She winces as your knee accidentally bumps her freshly-stiched wound. You quickly move your hand to caress the torn skin.

"Shit, sorry. You okay?"

She answers with a kiss. You know that she can taste herself on your tongue. Ellie wraps her arms around you, pulling your face into the crook of her neck.

"I'm sorry if I scared you," she whispers into your hair.

You pull your face out of her neck, and this close to her, you can see the tear tracks on her face. Your fingers move to wipe the marks off her face, but she grabs your hands in hers.

"I'm sorry if I overreacted a bit."

Ellie shakes her head at that, and before you can react, she's pushing you back onto the couch, climbing on top of you. Her lips are hot and heavy against yours. The dominant energy that you're used to feeling is exuding off of her. You realize she's trying to make up for how she just acted.

"What are you doing, El?"

"You made me see fuckin' angels. I want to make you feel good now."

You want to give in, but one look at her dark circles and bruised flesh takes you back to how tired she is. After getting back early this morning, she probably hasn't slept in at least 24 hours.

"No," you say as you push your hands away. "You need to get some rest."

"But you-"

"No, Ellie."

She pouts and sits up, straddling your still denim-clad waist.

"You can return the favor in the morning, okay?" you compromise.

She nods, and as if on cue lets out a huge yawn. She reaches the floor, flailing her tattooed hand around until she finds the oversized shirt from earlier. You can see the goosebumps on her skin again as she pulls the shirt over her head.

She stands up from the couch, legs still a little unstable from exhaustion, pain, and the two orgasms you just gave her. You take her outstretched hand and let her pull you toward her bed, shedding your t-shirt and jeans as you go.

She falls asleep with her head tucked on your chest, listening to the calming beat of your heart as she relaxes. The heat of her body provides a welcome comfort from the cold and you tighten your hold around her broken form, as if your grasp could keep her together.

But you know that you can't hold her like this forever. Maybe you couldn't stop her sadness and anger from seeping through the cracks, but you were sure as hell going to try.

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svtoose · 7 months ago

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Palace Rendezvous ft. Joshua Hong

pairing: joshua x fm!reader

word count: 1.2k

F : pretty fluffy

warnings: palace au, reader is a worker, kissing

summary: you and josh are two staff members at the palace. how will you keep your relationship a secret?

a/n : i made a banner hehe. ps. I'm sorry if u read this before I proofread bc gosh what was wrong w me!!

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"We're going to get caught, Shua." You whisper into his ear. He continues to kiss your neck, moving his lips freely among your skin.

"Please, baby. I can't risk it." You plead. He finally releases you from his arms and frowns at you. You and Joshua both work at the king and queen's palace, but are forced to date in secret cause of a 'no dating' policy for the palace staff.

"I have a dress to sew, and you have a prince to tend to. Don't let the prince find out his right hand man is violating a rule." You whisper against his lips in a teasing fashion. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. Before he lifts his lashes, you sneakily slip out of his grip and start speed-walking down the dimly lit hallway.

"This isn't over, Y/N," you hear him threaten as you giggle, continuing on your path to your quarters, where there is a garment waiting for you to complete.

With quick steps, trudge to the basement, fearing your boss's dismay at your tardiness.

"That's two in a row, Miss Y/N," your boss says after you enter the premises. Her eyebrows are raised, and a subtle smirk sits on her lips. It's almost as if she knew what you were doing just a few minutes ago.

"I apologize. I'll be extra early tomorrow." You speak guiltily, avoiding eye contact.

As you scurry toward your workplace, her next words make you stop at your place. "It's a boy, I presume. He must be the reason you're always late."

'Oh, no. This could be the end' you think to yourself. Is it that obvious? Well, you can't really admit it to your boss. Both you and Josh could get fired and sent home. Worse yet, you guys could be injured in front of all the staff to "set an example."

"No Miss. I just lost track of time while getting ready," you reply to your boss, hoping she believes your lies.

"Sure, you did. Just get to work."

You nod your head and quickly walk to your station, continuing to pin the hem of a dress you're working on. The gown is sheer pink, with an intricately embroidered bodice and a tulle skirt. It's absolutely perfect for the 16-year-old princess. It's definitely one of your more extravagant pieces.

Your hands steadily prick needles into the ragged hem of the dress as your boss walks around, critiquing and admiring your and the rest of the girls' work.

She finishes her rounds and takes a seat beside your isolated workspace as you mentally prepare yourself to be berated some more. Your boss was a kind woman in her fifties, but she did not appreciate any misconduct. Nobody ever wanted to be on her bad side.

"Exquisite Miss Y/N. Very elegant. I'm sure the princess will be delighted. Do you plan on adding straps?"

"Thank you. Yes, I do. I could also leave it strapless, but I know the princess prefers the support."

"Perfect then." She's about to leave before she pauses and looks at you.

"Miss Y/N. I know you know there are rules about personal affairs in the palace.

"I'm not having any personal affairs." You cut her off, lying through your teeth. You are usually not this abrupt, but the anxiety of her finding out about your relationship is surely terrifying.

"A chance to finish, Miss?"

"Yes, of course. I'm sorry."

"You're a terrible liar, you know. As I was saying, I know there's a boy. I know you're scared right now that I might get you in trouble. But I'm not looking to ruin your life. As long as it doesn't interfere with the quality of your work, which it obviously hasn't, then there's nothing to report. Even if the queen were to find out, she's a complete sucker for a good love story. She would be more than glad to turn a blind eye. And as for the king, he barely notices the staff. I'd be surprised if he knew my name. All I ask is that you come on time so you don't raise any suspicions among the rest of the staff. Does that sound reasonable?"

Do you hear her right? You and Shua won't have to worry about it anymore.

"It sounds far better than reasonable. Thank you so much. I promise I won't let you down, and I'll be on time from now on."

"Alright then. I'm glad this could be resolved. Get back to work. The dress is due in a few hours." She winked at you and walked away to her own station.

'I've got to tell Josh the news!' you think to yourself.

Though you are quite distracted for the duration of the work day, you successfully complete the dress, straps, and all. You quickly hang the completed garment on a rack and speed your way to your room, where you hope to freshen up for your date with Joshua.

You remove your hair tie, allowing your locks to lay freely, before you swipe a sheer shade of rouge over your lips. 'He's going to be so happy.'

You take steady steps toward the rooftop, where you know Josh will be awaiting you, imagining the smile that will adorn his face after you share your news with him.

After a few seconds, a beautiful scene reveals itself. Your dear boyfriend stands against the railing, admiring the acres of green that are accompanied by the sunset.

"Shua?" You call out with a peaceful smile on your lips.

He perks up, turning around to walk toward you with open arms. No matter how many times you see him in his uniform, it never fails to take your breath away; the suit is just tailored so perfectly to his frame.

"C'mere, sweetheart." He calls you in for a warm embrace, while you just cannot wipe the smile off your face.

"What's got you so happy?" He asks, releasing you from the hug. You grab his hand and walk back to the railing, pulling him behind you. While his arms enclose you as you both stare out into the sunset, you begin to reveal the news.

"I was late to work today... and..." He lays his chin on your shoulder, leaving sweet pecks on your neck.

"Well, my boss had an inkling that I was with a boy and told me that... it was okay. She wouldn't tell anyone we were together as long as I came on time." You feel his kisses pause as he lifts his head.

"Does that mean..."

"Yes, Josh. We don't have to fear for our lives anymore. We can be together."

"Oh, baby, that's so great." His arms tighten around you as you turn around to hold his face in your hands. The happiness in the atmosphere is blooming as your lips inch up toward each other in a deep kiss.

"I'm so happy, Josh."

"Me too, Y/N." You turn back around and continue to admire the nature that surrounds the palace. You can just feel it in your bones that life is about to get better.

#seventeen #svt x reader #joshua #joshua hong #joshua x reader #joshua x you #joshua x y/n #palace of versailles #svtoose #svt oneshot #svt imagines #joshua imagines #seventeen fluff #svt fanfic #seventeen fanfic

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oneforthemunny · 6 months ago

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Miss Evie!!! Can I request 5, A, & for the game please? 🩷

ofc you can <3 your roll: rockstar!eddie, over the knee, and dealer's choice! so for this story, i chose, hairbrush. also for those wanting to follow nepo baby!reader and rockstar!eddie's timeline, this one is based in their getaway for fashion week in milan (aka where sicily and sienna were conceived lol. read pieces of you and me for more context!) so mom!nepobaby!reader and dad!rockstar!eddie. while this does mention the kids, obv this is their romantic little getaway haha.

minors dni. dom/sub themes, spanking, it's really softer and sweeter kinda vibe. not so mean but filthy ofc. it's rockstar!eddie.

"You just need to relax, baby." Eddie hummed, perched on the small chair on the balcony, blowing smoke into the beautiful skyline of the city. "They're alright."

"You don't know that." You snapped, rolling your eyes in annoyance, twisting your wedding band around your finger anxiously.

"Yeah, I do." Eddie scoffed, bumming his cigarette. "You just called them an hour ago."

"A lot can happen in an hour, Eddie." You snarled, eyes cutting at him.

"Look, Princess, I know you're nervous, but you know your parents won't let anything happen to the kids." Eddie soothed, voice level and soft, shutting the double doors and turning the knob. "Farrah's checking in everyday to make sure. You know they'd call you if they even thought something was wrong."

"I know." You muttered, shoulders slumping in defeat. You did know, of course you did. The rational side of you screamed it, hadn't stopped since the moment you got on the plane. Still, you were consumed with guilt, with unshakable thoughts that something was happening- would happen to your babies, and you were on the other side of the world.

"I'm just... What if-"

"-No," Eddie shook his head firmly. "I'm not playing the what if game with you right now. You'll just get yourself more worked up."

You glared at him, huffing in annoyance. Eddie moved between your legs, fingers cupping your chin gently. "Nothing's going to happen, baby."

"But what if it does-"

"-If it does, which it won't." Eddie looked down at you with a pointed look. "There's your parents to handle it. Jeff, Farrah, Gareth- hell, I make a call, and Wayne would be there in a heart beat. He'd drop everything to go be with them. All these people checking on Persephone and Kensington. You know they're in good hands."

You relaxed in his touch, his words soothing to you. You knew Farrah would go to the ends of the earth for her 'nieces', Gareth too. As much as you hated to admit it, Eddie was right. The girls were in good hands, they were just out of yours for the time being, and that left you feeling anxious and out of place.

"You're right." You muttered, placing your hand over his, cradling his palm into your cheek.

"What's that?" Eddie grinned, lifting a brow playfully. "Can't hear you, baby. Say it again for me?"

You rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly. "Fine. You're right, you're right. I just- I don't know. I need to relax. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, baby." Eddie hummed, sitting beside you, his hand still holding yours sweetly. "You're a good mama."

You beamed under his praise, chin ducking to your chest a little shyly. Eddie's hand snaked around you, pulling you into his side. "You just need to unwind." His breath was hot on your ear. "We've got a childfree few days, baby. Need to enjoy it."

You grinned at his darkened gaze, rolling over your body, wrapped in a fluffy, hotel robe. "Yeah? What do you have in mind?" You purred, nails raking down his arm playfully. "Got any suggestions?"

"A few." Eddie played a long. "Brought a bag from home for us to play with. Any interest in that?"

"Hm," Your lips twisted in feigned thought. "Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Yeah," You nodded. "Nothing too mean. We've got to sit all day tomorrow."

"Fine." Eddie nodded, his hand moving up your collarbones, cradling the back of your neck. "Paddle?"

"No," You shook your head, nose scrunching. "Too much."

"Ok," Eddie sighed slowly, humming in thought. "Oh, you know what I found?"

"What?" You lifted a brow, tracking him as he went to the small duffle in his suitcase.

"Remember the tour of '92? Before the engagement?" Eddie's eyes lit up when they met yours. You nodded slowly. "Remember that hairbrush you brought with you? The wood one?"

"Yes," You narrowed your eyes at him. "The one you lost."

"Right, well," Eddie blushed, grinning boyishly. He pulled his hand out of the bag, the hairbrush in his hand. You gaped at him, eyes flashing in shock and surprise. "I lied about that. I really kept it because... it's stupid."

"No," You frowned at him playfully. "You have to tell me now."

Eddie shrugged, twirling it in his hand. "I dunno. You were leaving and I still had most of the east coast leg to finish out, and... I kept it because I missed you." You melted at his words, heart swelling with contentment.

"Anyways, I, uh, I found it the other day when I was going through boxes in the basement. Thought I'd bring it and surprise you." Eddie's eyes dazzled with darkened excitement. "Thought we'd use it like we used to."

Your cheeks burned with excitement, a smile spread on your own face as you nodded. Excitedly tugging off your robe, letting it fall to the ground.

Eddie grinned, settling on the edge of the bed. His hand found your waist gently, pulling you between his spread legs, bringing your face down to his for a sweet but sloppy kiss.

You maneuvered over his lap, wiggling until you were comfortable. Eddie's hand rested on your lower back, giving your hip a soft, affectionate squeeze.

"Wait," You hummed before he started, snaking your free hand to the middle of your back, fingers wiggling for his. He grinned, giving a soft laugh, lacing his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand gently.

"Let me know if it's too much, alright?" Eddie muttered, rubbing the thick wood of the hairbrush's back over your skin.

You nodded, inhaling gently, shuddering with excitement. Eddie lifted the brush, a final warning tap, before he brought it down. Softer than usual, but enough to have you squeaking, squeezing his hand at the impact. It was heavier than you remembered, packed a much stingier swat.

Eddie took his time, going from cheek to cheek, peppering your ass with spanks, hard enough to sting but not enough to be a punishment. Just enough to get your legs kicking, pussy peeking out, slick and aching for him.

"You're doin' good, baby." Eddie muttered, hairbrush falling again, a soft whimper filling the space. "Feelin' better?"

"Y-Yeah." You whined, thighs pressing together, squirming to dull an ache.

"Yeah?" Eddie repeated, giving another spank of the paddle right where your thighs met your ass. "You need more? Or you ready for somethin' else?"

"Mm," You shuddered, body kissed with goosebumps, the cold of the room mixed with excitement. "I dunno." You babbled nearly brainlessly, mind too consumed and blinded with need.

"You dunno?" Eddie grinned, softly tapping the hairbrush to the middle of your ass. You lifted your hips, just enough for him to see the puffy lips of your pussy.

Eddie twirled the brush around, an idea sparking, lewd and sinister in the back of his mind. Eddie ran the handle of the hairbrush through your folds, grinning at the loud gasp you gave, before sinking it into your sopping hole. He spent the rest of the night alternating between spanking you and fucking you with the hairbrush, until you were a brainless mess laid out on his lap.

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 7 months ago

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Can you do rivals to lovers. Idol!wonwoo x idol!y/n (she's a leader) both are dom and rivals from trainee period in same company... Sounds so kinky amd steamy to me👀btw love your blog ❤️ - xoxo

tw: idol!wonwoo, idol!reader (fem), rivals to lovers!au, sexual tension, implied kissing, reader is implied to be shorter than wonwoo, cursing, wonwoo is being a little shit tbh - minors dni.

"Good work today, everyone! Let's rest well for the next performance, okay?"

"Okay!" You hear an enthusiastic reply from your fellow members, beaming with excitement for the upcoming group activities.

You're still buzzing with adrenaline from the comeback stage, a bit worried about whether you'll be able to sleep properly, but it's not enough to stop you from smiling.

You walk in the corridors of the building, gently greeting any passerby staff or idol, be it senior or junior to you. As soon as you turn around the corner to search for the restrooms, you bump into a taller and quite muscular figure.

"O-Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-" You bow profusely, feeling embarrased for not looking.

"Aw, what a great junior, aren't you? Behaving so well towards your senior."

The familiar deep timbre has you on high alert and you instantly straighten your back, your earlier smile completely wiped off your face.

"You."

"Yeah, it's me. Long time no see, huh, Y/N?"

"Why are you here?" You cross your arms defensively.

"Haven't you heard? We just had a comeback and it's already a hit." The man boasts with a smug smirk.

"Sorry, I was busy preparing for my group's comeback. I don't exactly have time to pay attention to other groups."

"That's a shame. You'd love Maestro - I dare say my MV shots would be to your liking."

"What do you want, Wonwoo?" You sigh.

"Hmm, I think that's not how you should address me." Wonwoo places his hand under his chin, pretending to be thinking.

"Cut the crap, we're the same age."

"Ever the clawy one. But it was always part of your charm." He leans closer to you, but you don't waver.

"Nice, you actually have a good memory. Now step aside, I wanna go to the restrooms." You try to push him aside, but he catches you by your wrist.

"But we're having such a nice conversation, don't you think?" He grins.

"No, I actually don't." You spit back.

"Oh, but what have I ever done to you, Y/N? Is it because I got to debut before you?"

"Just because I appreciate your group for the standards you've created doesn't mean I have to appreciate you specifically." You pull your hand back.

"Maybe if you let me kiss you, you'd appreciate me a bit more." Wonwoo chuckles, "Because I'd love to kiss your pretty damn face right now - just to shut you up, though."

"In your goddamn dreams, Jeon."

He leans closer and gently cages you between the wall and his body.

"What a great dream would that be, right?"

"Back off, someone will see us any moment now!" You plant your palms on his chest, using your full strength to push him away. But he doesn't budge an inch.

"No need to be so damn scared, Y/N." He pulls away immediately, "Besides, I'd never want to get caught up in dating rumors with you."

"So much for wanting to kiss me, I guess." You scoff, "Still the same loser when you were a kid."

You walk away from Wonwoo with quick steps, trying your best to calm yourself down.

You can't help but think how infuriatingly handsome and talented he has grown over the years - but also annoying as fuck. Towards you, at least.

Little did you know, the exact same thoughts run laps inside Wonwoo's head as he watches you walk down the corridor.

Kissing you won't be the only thing he'll dream of tonight.

#svthub #wonwoo suggestive #svt wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #svt suggestive #seventeen suggestive #seventeen #answered✨

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oppopotamus · 1 year ago

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Imagine sub!top!reader visiting dom!bottom!geto about a cursed spirit and Geto says the only way to cure it is a night with him but little does the reader know it goes beyond one night. 😶

More than one night

geto suguru x sub top male reader

this was so fun to write ohmygodddd thank you for this req.. im sorry it took so long anon

hes a bit ooc at the start but its gets better towards the end i promise

Warning: NSFW

"Ugh.. Hello?" You say groggily, answering the phone call that you received.

"(Name), I need you to come over. Now." The voice on the other end of the call says.

"Huh, who is this?"

"It's Suguru, I need you to come over to my place right now.. It's about a cursed spirit."

"Ugh, I'll be over soon then." You hang up the phone before he can respond and get up, checking the time you realise that it's in the early hours of the morning.

You get up from your bed and put on your clothes, quickly rushing out the door and getting in your car to drive to Geto's home.

You receive a text on your way to his house, you know it's bad to text and drive but it could be important so you discreetly open it whilst keeping your eyes on the road. You're an experienced driver, no way you'd crash.

You're more confident than Gojo sometimes.

The text reads, I figured out how to get rid of the curse, then not even a minute later saying, I'm going to need your help with this. It's really important, then another messaging saying, sorry, (Name).

You're starting to get worried as to what's going on, Suguru is pretty strong so why is he asking for your help? You're strong sure but not on his level.

Finally arriving at his place you leave your car and head to his door and knock, once, twice, and then the door slams open to reveal Geto looking.. Disheveled.

"Hey uh are you alright? You don't look too good. And where's this-" Before you can even finish your sentence, Suguru drags you in by your shirt and slams the door shut behind you.

"I need your help to get rid of this curse." Geto looks up at you not saying anything more.

"Okay sure but maybe you should tell me where exactly it is so I can-" Once again he cuts you off saying, "The curse is inside me and the only way to get rid of it is for you to sleep with me."

He says it so fast you can barely even comprehend what he just said.. Did he just say you need to sleep with him to get rid of a curse thats INSIDE of him?

You stand there dumbfounded for a few moments while he looks up at you nervously. This isn't like him at all, something must be seriously wrong because he has never acted like this before.

"Oh well okay I guess." You simply shrug as he looks at you shocked.

"That's it? Seriously?"

"If that's what it takes to get rid of the curse then sure.. I mean you're my friend I'd do anything for you."

He looks away at the mention of friend.

"But how did you know that we have to have sex for the curse to go away and I don't really sense any curse to be honest."

You feel a bit dumb at the fact you can't sense anything. Jujutsu sorcerers should always be able to sense curses and if Geto can apparently sense it then there must be something wrong with you!

I mean Geto would never lie about a cursed spirit.. Right?

"I just know alright. Now can we just not talk about it and just do.. it?" You're a bit confused but just shrug and agree and so, you lean closer to him.

"Where do you want me?" You ask, he smirks at you before saying, "On your knees."

Now that's more like the Geto you know. He's always in control. You love how hot he looks when he's in charge so you obey and get on your knees in front of him whilst never once taking your eyes off of him.

"Good boy." Suguru whispers quietly, making you shiver at his cool words.

You open your mouth to say something before he interrupts you saying, "Go ahead." Hey, did he read your mind or something? Also why does he keep interrupting you!?

You grumble a bit at the continuous interruptions but since he's given you permission, you trail your hands up to his waist where his pants lay on his hips and slowly drag them down along with his underwear so they pool at his ankles.

He lifts his legs up to take them off then kicks them away to somewhere else in the room.

While looking up into his eyes, waiting for any sign of disapproval which you never get, you take his half-hard cock into your hands and just slowly trace your fingers along it while coming in close and peppering the softest kisses onto his cock as though you were lovers who were infatuated with each other.

His breath catches in his throat as your tongue leaves your mouth and you drag it up to the tip of his cock where you grab his cock and rub the tip all over your tongue.

You smirk up at him as you do, tapping his cocking against your tongue in an almost teasing manner.

"No teasing." He says commandingly. You want to disobey, but you don't. Instead you swallow and then take the first half of his cock into your mouth, dragging your mouth up and down as though you were an expert at giving head.

Eventually you work your way further down his cock, taking his small gasps and moans as a sign of approval to keep going.

You reach the base of his dick and choke so you immediately pull off of his cock and cough, trying to gather more air into your lungs.

"Ah, you're doing so well for me.. Just a little more." You look up at him, going back to working your way down his cock and eventually when you get to the base again you attempt to pull back before his hand reaches down and holds your head in place.

You tear up and gag on his dick attempting to pull your head back even more. Even slapping your hands on his thighs and trying to push his legs back to no avail.

Though eventually he lets your head go again and you cough and gasp for air. Small tears form in your eyes but they don't dare fall.

"Sorry, love but it just felt so good. I won't do it again, I promise."

You just nod in response.

Geto moves and turns around walking over to the living room where the couch is seated and sits down on it. He beckons you to follow him and so you do, getting up with slightly wobbly legs, those will surely bruise tomorrow, and you stand in front of him.

"Take off your clothes." You comply, it's hard to disobey when he speaks in such a tone.

You quickly strip off your clothes until you're bare in front of him. Your cock standing at full attention. It's bigger than Geto ever imagined.

Suguru, still with only his shirt on, tells you to sit beside him as he lays down on his back and spreads his legs.

You gulp at the sight and turn so you're both laying missionary-style, you kneeling between his legs with your hands on his waist. Was his waist always this small?

You patiently wait for his order and let your eyes rake over his body. Suddenly he wraps his legs around your waist and pulls you in closer by the waist which makes you lose your balance so you position your arms so your forearms are each laying on the sides of his head. Your faces are merely inches apart.

Your face gets red at the close proximity, now you're embarrassed?

You have no idea what to do. Just continue waiting for his command, for his order, for his instructions.

"I'm already prepped just.. Go on and put it in." He says reaching his arms up to wrap them around your neck.

You are trying so hard to kiss him but you're not lovers. You're just helping a friend out. Friends don't kiss or anything like that. This is a one time thing, that's it, then you'll both go back to being buddies.

You shake your head out of your thoughts before saying, "Are you sure you don't need to be prepped again.. It might hurt."

He chuckled at your cautiousness.

"Do not worry the uh.. Curse nullifies the pain."

You're a little suspicious at this so-called curse. You have no idea how fucking him will change anything but you just go along with it.

"If you're sure then.." You comply and bring one hand down to your cock, aligning it with his hole and ever so slowly press in.

"You don't need to be so.. ngh.. gentle." He says looking up at you.

You feel nervous and just nod pressing all the way in and bringing your arm back to lie next to his head.

You both groan at the feeling.

You sit up a little so you can see him better and slowly begin thrusting in and out. He told you not to be gentle but you can't help it, you don't want to hurt him!

Eventually though you do start to speed up to which both of your moans get louder and louder.

Geto's nails claw at the back of your neck and you grunt at the tightness of his hole.

You bring yourself back down to bring your mouth to his neck and plant a kiss there before muttering a sorry and then biting down on his neck.

Suguru shouts at the bite you left. It bleeds down his neck as you plant another kiss onto it muttering another sorry.

You look almost like a sad puppy in the way you apologize.

"Haah.. Do it, again.. Please." You're slightly shocked at how even through the pain he still wants you to bite him more and at the fact that you're surprised he can even talk with how hard you're fucking him at this point.

Though you bite him again, and again, and again, 'till he has bite marks all over his neck. Red seeping over his throat and down his chest bleeding onto his white shirt. Yeah, that's definitely not going to come out.

You suddenly groan out, you can feel yourself getting even closer but judging by Suguru's look he's even closer.

You bring one hand down to his cock and stroke it.

"Too much!" He shouts but you keep going until cum spurts out of his cock and all over his shirt. Yeah, that shirt is most definitely ruined now.

Seeing how his pretty face contorts and his eyebrows knit together when he cums makes you feel hot and you nearly cum on the spot just seeing the way he looks when he ejaculates.

You let go of his cock and keep thrusting, nearing your orgasm.

Geto writhes beneath you, not even being able to speak at this point with how overstimulated he is.

So, before he gets even more overstimulated you pull out and jerk yourself off until you spill your own cum onto his shirt.

Yeah, that shirt needs to be burnt at this point.

You both sit there, panting for a moment.

"Is the curse gone now?" You say. "Oh yes uhm yes definitely." Geto responds.

You're extremely suspicious and never felt the presence of a cursed spirit so you ask, "Was there ever even a cursed spirit?"

Suguru turns slightly red at the question and looks at you trying to feign innocence before responding saying, "No, there wasn't."

"Hah! I knew it. This was just a ploy to have sex with me wasn't it? You could've just asked y'know."

Geto just laughs in response before shaking his head and moving to sit up, you start laughing with him, you both sit there for a moment, looking at each other just giggling like children.

Maybe this won't be just a one time thing after all..

#top male reader #male reader smut #male reader insert #male reader #male reader x male character #geto suguru #jjk x male reader #geto suguru x male reader

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mikobeautifulheart · 7 months ago

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Hey I liked that fic you did on pervy megumi ❤ could you do it with yuji but make it a little sweeter ❤❤ty

Ahh I'm sorry this took so long because for the first time in history this is slightly more edited. I tried sweeter but honestly at this point I think i'm incapable of affection. I tried *sigh* sorry bout that.

Pervy Yuji (thoughts)

TW: pervert. Obsessed (Mildly) Some weird non consented touches but not smut. (or spicy sorry guys.)

No surprise that Yuji just can't get enough of you.

Every moment, ever opportunity, he takes it.

Y/N wanna train together? Y/N wanna study together?

Y/N Gojo sensei is making us pick partners for the sister school even, wanna be mine?

Its not just being together but also distance.

The fact that every training session ends a little too close together.

"Yuji your squishing me." You muffled trapped under Yuji's body...again.

"Ah sorry Y/N! I lost my footing there and couldn't keep my balance."

Out of training to.

"Sorry Y/n the train is getting a little crowded" he said trying to hide his face in his collar.

"Its not your fault Yuji"

Every bump of the train you felt his hand on places you usually would hit someone's hand away from... Good thing he looked so innocent or you wouldn't have brushed it off so easily.

But every time you brushed it off. Yuji is just trying his best you know? He's Sukuna's vessel and never even knew about curses until now, you had to cut him some slack.

Even if it had nothing to do with the Jujutsu world.

"Hey Yuji, did you happen to get my laundry by accident? I can't find it anywhere and Megumi said you were there last."

"Oh uh I can check but if it's not here do you need help looking?"

"Uh- thanks but no, its just some...it would be embarrassing I guess. You know what never mind I probably just misplaced it again sorry." You sigh and walk out the room.

It happens more often then you liked. Some clothes of yours would go missing and then you would find them where you last left them or in a basket near the laundry.

If only you checked his lower dresser draw filed with some of you clothes.

When they lose their scent they get put back and so the cycle continues.

"Your sick. And that's coming from me. The king of curses, I kill and eat people and i'm telling you your sick ha." Sukuna chuckled in his head.

"Shut up. Like you would understand." Yuji said climbing down from a tree across from your window.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: Omg I wrote this so long ago but it didn't save. But it's okay because I re-wrote it and it's way better now. Trust me (even tho the ending sucks a bit). Anyways have a good whatever time of day.

#jujutsu itadori #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #yuji itadori x reader #yuji x reader

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nomoreusername · 5 months ago

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Not Proud

⚠️ Self harm ⚠️

Pairing:Newt x female reader

Summary:As you're ready to give in again and cut, Newt catches and comforts you.

Requested by @newts-limp

I wasn't proud of it. Not in the slightest bit. If anything, I was ashamed, but I didn't know how to stop. There's just something about the blade that seems to call to me, telling me that it was the only thing that would ever understand me.

And maybe that’s true. Maybe I’m so addicted to this thing that it truly is the only thing that matters. Maybe it's the only thing that can take the pain away. If I focus on this pain I don't have to think about the other kind. The kind on the inside that makes me want to close my eyes and not wake up.

I’m not suicidal. I don't think so, but I wouldn't exactly mind if something happened to me. I just don't have it in me to care anymore. I don't have it in me to have hope that anything good will happen soon or at all. Getting out and being actually happy and meeting other girls all feels like some dream that I’ll never get to reach.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath as I held it over my waist. It wasn't healthy. It wasn't good for me. It wasn't a solution, but I had to. I needed to do this. I had already gone a week without it, and if I didn't cut soon I was going to go crazy. I was going to lose it. I was going to do something worse than even this.

They itch. The cuts itch the most when they're healing so I just won't let them heal. It's as simple as that. Just like it's so simple to drag a blade across my stomach until I don't want to die.

I was desperate. I was really, really desperate.

I know it's wrong. I know it's an addiction, but I won't quit. I can't, but I don't need to. This isn't going to kill me. This isn't hurting anyone, and it's like I have something to fill the void inside of me. It's fine. It's fine, it's fine, it’s fine.

Taking a breath, as I went to do it my hut door opened. Frozen in disbelief, I stared at Newt who stared at me, holding my shirt up and placing a razor on my stomach. That also meant fresh cuts and old scars were on display, revealing to him just how messed up I actually am. Even though I was the best at hiding it, there was no way to brush this off.

“Hi,”I got out, managing to put my shirt down. Then, before either of us could say another word, I broke down. As I was shaking I heard my razor clank to the floor, gravity taking my biggest curse and worst blessing. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I kept mumbling incoherent apologies.

“It’s okay. It's okay, love. It's okay,”He said quickly, shutting my door and sitting beside me. Shaking my head, I kept wiping my eyes just for more tears to follow.

“It's okay. It’s okay. You're alright,”He repeated. As I buried my face in the crook of his neck the lump in my throat, along with the guilt in my stomach, seemed to get worse as he rubbed my back.

“I’m sorry,”I repeated.

“It's going to be okay. I promise. It’s all going to be fine,”He soothed. With my harsh sobs turning to sniffles, I kept my eyes close as I clung to him. Not even about to speak, I essentially shut down. While this usually happened when I was done feeding my mind and body's demand for pain, I was just so drained from it all. Knowing I had been caught was surreal, but I also knew that some things would probably change. Things I probably didn't want.

“Y/N, let's go to sleep?”He suggested. Not seeing the point in saying no, I nodded my head. I mean it wasn't like I was going to be getting any words out anytime soon. It wasn't like I even wanted to.

Laying down, I kept my head in his neck. With his arm still around me, he traced hearts on my skin, making sure his hands didn't touch my waist.

“I do love you. I will always love you. Nothing anyone says or does, even you, could ever make me stop,”He whispered. Keeping my eyes shut, I took a breath as I accepted that right now was the most peaceful I had felt in a long, long time.

I could never bear to lose him. Ever, ever.

But if I do in the future, I have him right now. He’s with me, and that has to be enough to make everything just a little less terrible.

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runningfrom2am · 11 months ago

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the finer things in life // LTPF

summary: coryo merely tolerates you at the beginning of the series. this, is why.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 4.6k

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tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. underage drinking/drug use (its just weed dw), some suggestive content that's not explicit (that's a first for me woah).

a/n: THIS DROPS SOME MAJOR LORE FOR THIS SERIES LIKE PLS- this is so fun and i hope you guys really like it bc i stepped out of my comfort zone a bit here. anyway, happy new year!! as a treat, have r and coryo getting way too messed up for their own good :)

this is mentioned in one of the parts of s2 (oh god i have no clue which one but trust me.) anyway, here's the night they were talking about.

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"Hey, Coryo." You smile, sitting yourself down across from him at the lunch table.

"Y/N/N." He nods, hardly looking up from his food.

"So," You him, leaning forward with your elbows on either side of your plate. "Are you coming to Livia's big party this weekend?"

He shrugs, swallowing before looking up at you. "I don't know. Maybe. Feels a little... trivial."

"Ugh," You scoff, playfully rolling your eyes. "Of course it's trivial, Coriolanus. It's a birthday party for a seventeen year old that's probably going to have fireworks and a four tier wedding cake." You laugh. "But I have to go, so you should too."

He smiles at you a little, tilting his head with a raised eyebrow. "A wedding cake?"

"Probably. You saw the invitations." You chuckle. "We can walk together, and I'll see if I can sneak in some posca from our cellar. Please?" You plead.

"Won't your parents be driving you? I wouldn't want to impose." Coryo insists politely.

"Oh, god, no." You laugh. "They're allegedly busy. My father will be working, and my mother will be waiting for him to finish work. Can't tear her away from that. My theory is that they just don't want to go."

"Oh, I see." He replies. Your parents not attending social events wasn't uncommon. Their attention was notoriously hard to attract, and his parents had long since passed, so it was pretty standard for the two of you to either walk together or get your driver to take the two of you places alone.

"Yeah! I think we'll end up walking because my brother has tutoring and god forbid he walk anywhere, but that way there's no dreadful small talk with my family anyway."

"Fine." Coryo agrees. "Only because it's you. Also, I don't think talking to your parents is dreadful, Y/N/N."

"It is. Don't lie." You laugh, taking a bite out of your cookie and waving him off.

You hear the doorbell and run to answer it before anyone else can. "Mom! Coryo's here, I'm leaving now! Bye!"

"You're not going to invite him in?" Your mom asks, cutting you off in the foyer.

"We're already running late, sorry!" You insist, adjusting your hold on the two gift bags in your hands very carefully.

"Alright, well, have fun, dear. Extend our apologies to Livia's parents for us."

"Will do!" You nod, giving her a quick thumbs up before opening the door.

"What do you need a bag for?" She asks and you roll your eyes at your friend standing in front of you before turning to face her again.

"They have a pool, I might need to change." You groan.

"Oh, right." She seems satisfied with that answer. "Hello, Coriolanus, how are you doing tonight?" She asks, turning her attention to him.

"I'm well, Ma'am. Thank you. And you?" He smiles politely.

"We gotta go, Mom, bye!" You shut the door before she can answer.

As soon as you're out of sight from your house, you stop and dig through the tissue paper in one of the gift bags.

"Isn't that for Liv-" Coryo's question is cut off by you holding a bottle of a nondescript liquor out to him.

"This one is for us." You smile, taking another bottle out before shoving the folded-up gift bag into your backpack. "Cheers." You twist the cap off of yours, knocking it against the one he's awkwardly holding before taking a swig.

"Posca? Should we..." He clears his throat. "Should we really be drinking? I feel like we'll get in trouble."

"It's not Posca, it's better. Besides, no trouble if no one knows." You reassure him. "Also, I would bet money that we show up and Festus and Pup are already stumbling."

"You're the most terrible influence, Y/L/N." Coryo shakes his head with a smile on his face, opening the bottle anyway to try it.

"No!" You laugh. "This is good for us. It makes me more... digestible to these stuck-ups."

"Are you not included in that group?"

"Oh, Coriolanus Snow, we are at the top of the list."

The air in the expansive house is as hot and stuffy as it could possibly be. It reminded you so much of your own, but warmer, in a way. Maybe it was just the sheer volume of people inside and the buzz of alcohol in your system.

Livia's parents had been kind enough to leave the whole back garden and pool for you kids to enjoy, and to have your own space free from all of the adults who were also invited.

It was warm out for a May evening when you finally made it outside after saying your 'hello's to all your classmates' parents. Your own parents insisted that you spend a decent amount of time doing so, despite them not being able to make it. Coryo was known to do this as well, so you made your rounds together before thanking the Cardew's for the invitations and they showed you where all the other kids were outside.

Coryo already wanted to leave, and if you did as well, you were good at hiding it. He couldn't tell, blindly following you through the crowded house before making it outside.

"Party's here!" You call out as you step out onto the patio, allowing Coryo to close the door behind you.

"Y/N, you gorgeous girl, finally!" You're quickly greeted by Hilarius Heavensbee, and god, Coryo has never hated him more as the boy is wrapping his arms around you. His attempts at flirting with you are humiliating- Coriolanus doesn't know how he couldn't see that he was embarrassing himself.

"Hilary, you flatter me." You chuckle, gently patting his back with your free hand as you pull away.

"You know I try." He laughs, shrugging as he slides in between the two of you, draping an arm over your shoulder.

"Where's the birthday girl?" You ask, holding up the gift bag. "I need to ditch this."

"That's a good question..." Your classmate says, scanning the groups scattered across the lawn in search of Livia.

"I can carry that, if you'd like." Coryo offers, desperate to remind you of his presence. He wasn't going to let you ditch him- you were the only reason he even attended.

"Oh, no. I've got it. Thank you, though." You wave him off, looking up at the boy whose arm is sitting over your shoulder uncomfortably. "Hilary, could you grab Coryo and I some glasses, please?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." He says, stepping away. "What do you want?"

"Oh, just the glasses please. We brought our own drinks." You wink.

"Alright, but only if you share." He chuckles.

"I'm nothing if not generous." You joke, pushing him in the direction of where you see the beverage table is set up.

"His share is coming out of your bottle." Coryo says once the boy is out of earshot.

"Who do you think I am?" You ask, placing the giftbag on the ground and grabbing your bag off your shoulder, digging through the fabric you used to muffle the sounds of glass bottles rattling against one another. "I brought enough for the class."

"Of course you did." He chuckles, shaking his head slightly as you carefully pull another bottle out of the bag. "Be a doll, go dump this in the punch?" You smile up at him, holding it out to him expectantly.

"No! I'm not spiking anything." He laughs.

"Suit yourself, Boryo Coryo." You sigh with a teasing smile, placing your bags on the ground and walking over to the table at the side of the house, unscrewing the cap as you go.

"Where'd Y/N/N go?" Hilarius asks, returning to Coryo's side. He just nods over to you in response, not tearing his gaze away from your form as you dump the contents of the bottle into the bowl.

"Ah, gotcha." Your classmate laughs, holding an empty glass out for Coryo to take.

Coryo mutters a quiet 'thanks', refocusing himself on inspecting the glass in his hand for any dirt or fingerprints. It was spotless- of course it was.

"So, are you guys like... together? Or what's the deal?"

"Pardon?" Coryo is taken aback by the question, finally looking up at the boy.

"You and Y/N." He gestures toward you as you stir the bowl, simultaneously holding the mostly empty bottle up to your lips to let the last few drops fall onto your tongue. "You're always hovering around each other. Anything more to it? Everyone is wondering, but no one dares ask her."

"Oh. No." Coryo shakes his head, wishing his glass was full of whatever bitter alcohol you'd gifted him so he could down it all in one go.

"Sweet." Hilarius grins to himself, watching you intently.

Coryo raises an eyebrow at Hilarius, perplexed by his reaction. "What's so sweet about it?" he asks, trying to understand the amused grin on Hilarius' face.

Hilarius chuckles, leaning in slightly as if about to share a secret. "If you're not gonna go for her, I will."

Coryo's cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "Be my guest." He spits through gritted teeth. He should have drank more- perhaps it would have made Hilarius's juvenile pursuits more tolerable.

Hilarius nudges him playfully, "Life's too short for missed opportunities, if you ask me." He looks back at you again, not so subtly raking his eyes over your figure and how it fits in your favourite party dress. "And that would be a damn shame of a missed opportunity."

Coryo glances over at you, catching your eye for a brief moment before quickly looking away. He clears his throat awkwardly. "If you say so. I find she's quite... overwhelming, at times."

"That's the best thing about her." Hilarius muses. "Just imagine it... You know what I mean? I bet she's just crazy. In a really good way."

Coryo's brow furrows at the implication, both from offense and intrigue. He knew you were stunning- even a fool could have told him that, but it was to make a mockery of your name to only look at you and see merely the potential of what you could do with your body. To him, you were like morning rain in the springtime; a breath of fresh air when you didn't have to defend yourself at every turn, but Hilarius Heavensbee didn't know the first thing about walking in the rain.

"Don't be vile." Coryo scoffs, giving a slight shake of his head.

As you finish up with the concoction in the bowl, Coryo watches you with a newfound awareness, a subtle curiosity lingering behind his stare.What would it be like? It's not something he has ever considered, or even had the time or desire to look at anyone that way. Especially not you, you were so personal to him it was off limits even in his own head. He didn't understand the seemingly overnight shift a couple years ago now where all the boys in your class started looking at you and the other girls like pieces of meat, but suddenly watching you lick clean the spoon you used to stir the punch, he could see that maybe they had a point. What it would be like to hear you panting into his ear. Tired, loving, even, like he was the only man in the world who could make you feel so, so good. To have your deep red lipstick staining his skin, his shoulders, his neck, possibly lower. The idea of having to explain the stains on the inside of his shirt to Tigris when he pleads with her to somehow get them out has his heartbeat racing... Likely, though, it was just the liquor starting to settle in his veins, is what he decided as he adjusted the front of his dress pants.

Hilarius chuckles at Coryo's reaction, seemingly unfazed by his disapproval. "Relax, man. I'm just saying, life's too short not to appreciate the whole package. Y/N's got the brains, the looks, and that fiery spirit. It's like having your cake and eating it too."

Coryo arches an eyebrow, unconvinced. "I appreciate her for more than just appearances, you know."

Hilarius smirks knowingly. "Of course, of course. I'm just speaking from a purely hypothetical standpoint. No harm in imagining what could be."

Coryo shoots him a skeptical glance, but before he can respond, you join them, empty bottle in hand. "What's the topic?" you ask, catching the tail end of their conversation.

Hilarius grins, shrugging. "Oh, just discussing the finer things in life. You know, like cake."

You raise an eyebrow, sharing a confused glance with Coryo. "Cake? Really? Are we eight?"

Coryo rolls his eyes. "Apparently, it's a metaphor for appreciating the whole package."

You raise an eyebrow, but neither of them care to elaborate. "Well, I hope you both appreciate this 'whole package' of a potion I just whipped up. It should be interesting." You nod back toward the table, taking one of the glasses from your classmate to pour the remainder of your bottle out for the three of you.

By the time your unknowing classmates started to loosen up, you were sitting in a circle in a corner of the yard with a few others.

"I have a present for everyone." You state in a pause of conversation, and Coryo watches as you reach into the front of your dress, into your bra, and pull out a small paper bag.

"Uhm- what is that?" Clemensia asks, leaning back as if the bag would explode.

"Weed!" You laugh, looking around at the suddenly silent group of kids you're sitting with as you peel the bag open, the smell wafting through the air making some of your friends scrunch up their noses in disgust. "Oh my god- have none of you ever seen weed before?" You knew they hadn't, you hadn't really, either, but it was fun to tease them.

They all share confused and embarrassed glances. "Guys, come on..." You chuckle.

"I don't think we should..." Festus mumbles, clearing his throat. Of course he was going to be a baby about it.

"It's harmless! It's a plant, how much could something that grows out of the ground really hurt you?"

"Have you ever heard of poison ivy? Or that stuff poor people in the Districts burn to clean their houses or whatever?" Arachne spits, side-eying the bag on the ground.

"Sage isn't poisonous." Sejanus grumbles, hardly audible next to you.

"Okay, yes, but this is just weed. It's fun. Trust me." You plead, looking around at your friends, eyes locking on Coryo to your left.

"Okay, big shot, have you done it?" Clemensia asks, clearly already knowing the answer.

"Well... No, but there's a first time for everything, isn't there?" You smile. "Coryo, come on." You point him out in particular and he curses himself because he knows he can't say no to you.

"Okay... what do we do with it?" He questions quietly.

You squeal, the alcohol really showing as you lean into him, hugging him excitedly. "That's my boy! We smoke it."

"Alright, how?" Hilarius cuts in, forcing you to look at him instead of Coryo as you furrow your brow.

"Uh... that's a good question. I brought matches, though."

Sejanus sighs. "Anyone have an apple?" he speaks drawing everyone's attention, confused looks now focused on him.

"An apple?" Someone inquires about specifics, but you're busy making yourself comfortable closer to Coryo, leaning your head on his shoulder. When he realizes you're there to stay, he quickly reaches for the bottle at his side to take another swig. He's far too sober to have you all over him like this, he wonders if you could feel his heartbeat the way he could.

"To make a pipe." Sejanus explains, like it's obvious.

You smile, nodding at him. "You heard the boy- someone find him an apple!"

"And a pen." He adds.

"And a pen!"

It doesn't take long for the supplies to be acquired and passed over to him as you sit in a circle on the grass, watching Sejanus carefully as he uses the pen to dig into the core of the apple. You wanted to remember how, but the alcohol in your system was making it difficult to focus. You had to completely block out anything else happening around you.

"Y/N." You blink at your friend as he drops the pen into his lap, holding his free hand out to you.

"Huh?"

"The weed." He shakes his hand for you to pass him the bag.

"Oh! Right!" You giggle, reaching out for the bag and handing it to him as he pries it open.

"What are you doing?" Livia's voice comes from above you and you swivel your head, quickly getting dizzy from the movement.

"Y/N brought weed." Hilarius answers for him, smiling wide. "Isn't she just the coolest?"

Coryo stares at him, moving his arm tighter around your oblivious form so your classmates could better see his hold on you.

"I- um..." The birthday girl is caught off guard, and quickly looks over her shoulder up at the house. "Can you not do that here? Take it to the park across the street."

"Oh- Oh! Of course, yes." You nod, scrambling to get up, immediately pulling her into a hug. "I should have asked, I'm sorry." You slur, not noticing how tense she is under your hold.

"Are you... drunk?"

"Maybe." You giggle, holding a finger to your lips as you pull away. "Happy birthday, by the way! I brought a gift for you, 'is over there." You point over to the table you placed the bag under, swaying slightly.

"Yeah... I already opened it, remember?"

"Oh, shit. Right! Well, I hope you like it, Liv. You're just the best..." You hum, hugging her again as she gives a panicked look to your classmates behind you, who just laugh.

"Alright, let's get you out of here. We're gonna go to the park, okay Y/N/N?" Coryo says, prying you off of Livia and giving her an apologetic look.

"Right!" You giggle, turning so fast you almost lose your balance. "Who's coming?"

"I'll come." Hilarius nods, quickly getting up alongside Sejanus, but no one else moves or says a word.

"You guys are babies!" You laugh.

"And Y/N is a drunk at sixteen. We all have flaws." Persephone speaks up, smug smile on her face as she walks up behind Livia.

Immediately, Coryo is bracing you from swinging at her as your smile drops within an instant and you try and throw yourself at her, manicured hands open and grasping for her hair which you just miss as he holds you back.

"Yeah, that's enough." Coryo grunts, trying to hold you back without hurting you. "We should probably go."

"Coryo, let me go, she-" You hiss, trying to pry him off of you. You didn't know when he got so much bigger or stronger than you.

"Like I said, a drunk." Persephone chuckles, chewing every syllable as it comes out of her mouth.

"That's precious coming from a damn cannibal!" You spit, still trying to get through him as your classmate stares at you in shock. "Yeah- did you even know what your parents were feeding you? 'Cause I do! You probably liked it, you vulture!"

Hilarius holds back a laugh, coming up behind you and pulling you back, taking you from Coryo's grip and hoisting you up over his shoulder to carry you away as you hit at his back, screaming to be let down.

"That's our cue." Sejanus mutters, patting Coryo's shoulder and brushing past him to follow after you and your friend. "Thanks for having us, Livia!"

Coryo is fuming as he watches your classmate carry you away, but he still really can't pinpoint why. It must be the amount of alcohol- he's never drank this much before, but he has heard anger is a symptom. He's seen it in your father. Now, he's seen it in you; but it's not like that kind of outburst was abnormal coming from you. He's probably mad at Persephone for bringing that out of you. It's her fault, honestly.

He silently grabs your backpack and your bottles, half-hazardly throwing them in before swinging it over his shoulder and following after Sejanus without another word.

"So," Arachne states once he's out of earshot, taking a sip out of her glass as she remains on the ground. "Are we betting on Heavensbee or Snow to lose their virginity to her tonight?"

The group very quickly became a hung jury.

"Listen, I know the truth, okay, guys, hear me out." Clemensia speaks up over her arguing classmates. "Tonight, specifically, it'll be Hilarius." She holds her hand up to stop anyone who started arguing. "Coriolanus will probably wait until they're married or something, but trust me when I tell you that he will marry her."

"Marry her? We're sixteen, aren't you getting ahead of yourself, Clemmie?" Festus laughs, shaking his head.

"Obviously he doesn't know it yet, he's denser than over stirred cake batter, but he just follows her around like a lost puppy. That will never change, also, he's the only one that she's never had a problem with! And she'll fight with anyone!" Clemensia states, nodding with the finality of her statement. "That's all I have to say."

"Wait, you're telling me Coriolanus and Y/N aren't together?" Pup asks, just joining the conversation after sitting there confused for the last few minutes.

"My point exactly."

"Sejanus, you wizard, show us the ways." You giggle, plopping down on the ground where Hilarius carefully let you back onto your feet once you reached the park, previous argument completely forgotten.

"Okay." He laughs, sitting down next to you. "There's three holes in the apple. You hold it on the side like this, then you put the weed on the very top hole..." He explains as he's doing it, and you watch intently. "Then you hold the match up until it's burning, and you'll put your thumb over this hole here once you inhale it through the last one..." His voice trails off as he holds the apple up to your lips, doing all the work but letting you just breathe in the smoke.

You try, eyes closed as the three boys watch you until you pull away quickly to cough it all out as the smoke burned into your throat. "Oh my god..." You laugh, eyes watering as you continue to cough. "Your turn."

"You okay?" Hilarius asks with a slight chuckle, rubbing gentle circles into your back.

"Fine." You nod, quickly wiping your eyes.

"Here." Sejanus holds the apple out to the boy next to you. He takes it, and Coryo feels like he can finally breathe now that Hilarius doesn't have his hands on you.

"Where'd you learn this?" He asks Sejanus, ignoring your classmate following the same routine you did.

"Guess." Sejanus answers, looking over at him. "I don't smoke, but lots of my friends parents did. Back in Two."

"Right." The fact that they smoked around children didn't shock Coryo. Not one bit.

"Coryo, loosen up, man, you look like you're sitting with a stick up your ass." Hilarius offers it to him now, and he looks over at you. As if somehow you would tell him what to say.

"Try it!" You urge him on, shifting over so you're kneeling in front of him, taking the apple from Hilarius for him. "I'll light for you."

"Uh, okay, yeah." He swallows thickly, subconsciously leaning back a little bit at your closer proximity.

He takes the fruit from your hand, watching as your strike up a new match. "Tell me when you're ready..." You hum, moving even closer as he lifts the apple to his lips.

"Ready." He says quietly, and before you put the flames to the flowers, you're reaching up with your other hand to push his hair out of his face and hold it back for him so it doesn't somehow light.

He doesn't last long, looking into your eyes and trying to inhale the thick, abrasive smoke; it's only a second before he's pulling back quickly, coughing his lungs out as the other two boys laugh at him.

"It takes some getting used to, that's okay..." You smile, taking another hit while the flower was still burning.

You exhale, and it's smoother this time. "I did it!" You grin, choking only slightly over your words.

"Good job, Y/N/N." Sejanus laughs.

"You okay?" You ask Coryo and he nods, recovering from the coughing fit now as the weed really starts to take affect in your system.

You feel like your world is swaying as you kneel in front of him. "Did it work? Can you feel it?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"It's the second hit." You determine, feeling bold as you straddle yourself over his lap. "I've got an idea. Do you trust me?" You whisper and he nods quickly, leaning back on his palms. Once again, not nearly drunk enough for this.

"Yeah, you know what, I've gotta get back. My parents are heading out pretty quick, here..." Hilarius makes an excuse, but you can hardly even hear him now. "Sejanus, you coming?"

Clearly getting the message he nods, standing up and dusting off his pants. "Have fun, you two. Get home safe."

"Bye!" You giggle, waving to them with your free hand.

The silence that surrounds you is deafening, particularly for poor Coryo, who is fighting for his life to not move. Not that he doesn't want you this close, apparently he does; if his body and his mind racing with thoughts are any indicator, the biggest problem is that he wants to touch you. He knows he shouldn't.

"I've got an idea." You say again, attention returned to him. "But you have to trust me."

"I trust you." He mumbles with a slight nod.

"Good." You smile, taking yet another pull from the apple, holding it carefully the way Sejanus told you to.

You painfully hold your breath, feeling the drug cloud your mind as you put it down gently on the ground next to you. Coryo starts to panic as you lean in closer, closer than you've ever been to him before, and god, did he hate and love where this was going.

You stop, lips brushing against his as you let the smoke out of your lungs, and all he has to do is breathe. Why is that suddenly so hard? He manages, somehow, feeling the smoke from your lungs flood into his own.

Once you move back, settling yourself on his lap and tilting your head at him, he turns to breathe it all out away from you. He doesn't know if he can look back.

You smile, settling your arms around his neck and subconsciously playing with the ends of his hair. "How does it feel?"

"Good." He says quietly, finally gaining the courage to look up at you.

"Good?" You hum with a slight nod, letting yourself get closer to him again as he rests a hand on your waist.

"Really good." He confirms, looking into your eyes; glazed over from the substances you so carelessly consume. "Y/N/N?"

"Yes, my dear Coryo?" You answer, already getting giggly.

He doesn't say anything more.

Fuck it.

With his free hand he's grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you closer, crashing his lips against yours.

"Y/N, hey." Coryo greets you, catching up to you just as you get to the front doors of the academy. He hasn't seen you since Saturday night- since he walked you home after you spent nearly an hour kissing him absolutely senseless at the park across from Livia's home. He couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Coryo, hi." You smile, textbooks tucked into your arms as you join him walking into the front doors of the academy on Monday morning. "How are you feeling?"

"Me? Fine." He shrugs, failing to mention the crippling hangover he was nursing for all of the day prior.

"What?" You laugh, sighing with fake disappointment. "That's not fair. I was dying yesterday. Literally, when I woke up I thought I had died and gone to hell. I don't even remember how I got home."

"You don't?" He chuckles nervously.

"No. I don't remember a thing." You laugh. "That's how you know it was a good night, so I've heard."

"Really? Nothing at all?" He asks, nervousness and disappointment flashing behind his eyes.

"Well, I remember spiking the punch." You laugh. "Why, did I do something bad?" Your laugh is replaced with anxiety as your voice lowers so only he can hear, catching the look in his eye.

Coryo clears his throat, avoiding your gaze as he shakes his head. "No, well... You did call Persephone a cannibal. Tried to fight her."

"Oh, well, that's standard." You shrug. "No big deal, then."

"Yeah. No big deal."

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bonniepop · 9 months ago

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character: akaashi keiji words: 700+ warnings: parenthood & special children. drama & comfort. notes: when i did a quick recap of all the fics i wanted to repost, this came at me out of nowhere, mostly because i forgot i wrote it, but also holy hell i wrote this? (i also rewrote it.)

your eyes are wet and swollen, your back pressed against the side of the bathtub as you sit on the floor. once upon a time, you looked at this place with dreamy eyes and excitement—this bathroom is so beautiful, this house is gorgeous, it’s perfect for us—but lately, you’ve been seeing the inside of it through a teary, pained gaze. it’s ruined for you.

i guess all this really was too good to be true, you tell yourself miserably, heat pricking the back of your eyes once again. you curl further into yourself and press your forehead over your knees, tears dripping down your thighs and soaking your shorts.

you don't know how long you sit there, but eventually, the bathroom door opens, and your husband steps in. “hi,” you hear akaashi say softly, “she’s asleep now.”

you don't move. the door shuts and you feel his warmth settle next to you.

you're both quiet for a time.

“you’re so good with her,” you say, voice wet and sticky, heavy in your mouth. “you're so... i’m so fucking terrible compared to you.”

akaashi doesn’t say anything.

“maybe…” you gasp against your knees, “maybe if i carried her to term—”

“hey, no,” he says softly, lifting one of his hands to tug at your elbow. “don’t say things like that.”

you press your lips shut and turn your head to meet his eyes, and you find him looking at you with so much compassion, so much patience, that you feel your heart fall to your stomach.

"say things like what?" you ask him sadly, voice cracking. “that i'm a bad mother? that i can't do it? that i can’t even carry a normal baby?”

the moment the words leave your mouth, you regret them. your eyes widen and your lip trembles. “keiji, i—i'm sorry, i didn’t mean—”

“it’s not your fault,” he says, voice louder, a little rougher, but never angry. he tugs a little more firmly on your elbow, and you let him take it. “it’s not your fault. we—we’re doing what we can, we’re not—you’re not a bad mother, and she’s not a bad child. she’s just… different.”

she’s just different, the phrase repeats in your head, hollowly bouncing around as keiji pulls you into his arms. you’ve heard it many times before. it’s not her fault she screams the way she does; it’s not her fault she can’t stand anything that has the color blue; it’s not her fault she needs to eat at exactly 4:30pm when she comes home from school everyday. it’s the way she is. she can’t help it.

“what if i’m not good enough to handle different?” you tell him, heart breaking, head leaning on his chest. you start to hiccup through your tears. “i love her, i love her so much, but… keiji, what if i… what if i’m not a bad mom, but i’m a bad mom to her?”

he shakes his head, gently stroking your hair. “you’re not, because you’re thinking about how to be a good one,” he tells you softly, other arm coming around your shoulders.

after a long moment of silence, you speak again. it's a little laborous, pulling your lips apart to speak because you've been crying so much. “you’re so good with her. how… you have so much patience, and i…” you cut yourself off with a sniffle. "i don't know how you do it."

akaashi sighs. “it's... i don't know. i wish i had an answer."

you pull away and meet his gaze. the hand in your hair drifts to your other hand and he takes it in a gentle squeeze.

“i’m not perfect, either,” he murmurs gently, letting go of your hand to tuck your hair behind your ear.. “no one’s perfect at this. there’s no manual to handling a child with autism, love. we just have to be patient, and love them, and remember what they like and don’t like.” he kisses your forehead. “you love her, don’t you?”

“of course,” you answer truthfully, and sniffle. he takes your hand again, his thumb brushing your skin so delicately, so lovingly. “i love her so, so much, but i’m so… i’m so scared i’m doing her a disservice.”

“you’re not. you’re not, my love. please believe me.” he presses the back of your hand to his mouth. “what matters is that we try.”

you let go of his hand and wrap your arms around his waist, the side of your thigh falling on top of his legs. “i love you, keiji,” you tell him earnestly, desperately. “i’m sorry i’m being so difficult.”

“you aren’t,” he answers, but you know it’s automatic, because your husband is the kindest of souls and you are the most selfish of people.

you press yourself closer to him. “still, i was acting like a child. we're supposed to be partners, but instead i made things harder on you. i'm sorry.”

he presses a kiss to your forehead, and the hand that was on your shoulder now strokes your hair. “i forgive you,” he says against your skin. “i love our little family, imperfect as it is. i’d hate to see it fall apart.”

your eyes water and your mouth trembles and your heart squeezes with love. if there’s anything you’d go to the ends of the earth for, it’s keiji’s happiness.

fortunately, you don’t have to go that far. you can start in your daughter’s room.

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speedycoffeedelight · 6 months ago

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An Animalistic Disaster

CH-20 : The new season of Hazbin Hotel

Summery:You and the crew react to the first two episodes of Hazbin Hotel.

Masterlist

Angel gently nudged Charlie to wake her up and you called out to Vaggie. After a few tries Vaggie groaned as she opened her eyes a little. She blinked trying to process what's going on.

"Huh...what's..OH (Y/n)!"

She quickly went to heal you but you stopped her. "Hey, it's okay, I'm fine now. Don't waste more of your energy on me alright?" You picked up her glasses that was took off beforehand and handed it to her. " We have four new Hazbin hotel episodes to watch. And Char-" before you could finish, you were tackled in a hug from her.

"(Y/n)! I was so so afraid you weren't going to wake up again!"

You let out a pained groan as you felt the muscles in your body twitch in pain. "Hey, hey honey, you shouldn't hold her so tight. She's hurting." Vaggie whispered in Charlie's ear. Charlie's eyes widened as she immediately let go off you.

"I'm so sorry-" you cut her off before she begins to ramble again. "Hey, it's fine. Vaggie's healing worked a wonder on me" You smiled softly at Vaggie and held her hand. "Thank you, truly. I wouldn't be here without you."

Vaggie felt her heart throb at the action as blush began to paint her face. "Y-yes, of course!" She became bashful very quickly and thanked the upper gods for this power.

Soon, you all bundled together on the floor and placed the laptop on top of your bed. You sat in front of the laptop with Charlie on one side and Vaggie on other. You told them to lean on you if they felt tired. Niffty sat between your legs and you could easily rest your head on top of hers. The spider boy was sitting behind you resting his chin on top of your head and hands on your shoulder. Husk sat beside Vaggie. Pentious and Alastor sat beside Angel.

Before you started the episode, you laid down two rules first. One is that none of them were allowed to walk away in the middle of the show unless it was important. They all had to watch it from start to finish. If someone left in middle, there's no telling what they would miss. A lot of things could be changed by then. And it might cause misunderstandings.

Another one is that, if they show something that they can't handle, for example like Angel's backstory or something traumatic. They can look away. They can watch the rest of those moments alone properly later.

After setting down the rules you finally started the episode. Everyone'd breath hitched as the video began to play.

' Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates, known as heaven. '

"Ohh, that's Charlie!" Niffty pointed out. "Yes, that is my voice...again" Charlie replied awkwardly.

' Drawn in by her fierce independence, Lucifer found her and the two rebellious dremers fell deeply in love '

'Aww, so that's how Charlie's parents met! How romantic...' you thought to yourself.

' Never allowing him to see the good that came from humanity. Only the cruel and the wicked... '

"Poor Lucifer...I kinda feel bad for him." You mumbled. Charlie looked at you sadly, she felt the same. Turned out Charlie was reading it all from a story book. And there was also a new cat in the show now that can also turn into a key. It wasn't there in the pilot.

' Not that long, only....seven....years... '

'Huh? Charlie's mom is gone? For seven years??' you thought with a confused expression.

' But this kingdom was something she really cared about, something I care about.'

"If she cared for the kingdom that much she wouldn't have left it in the first place." Husk commented. You glared at Husk to shut up in which he just rolled his eyes.

' Well, Hello there you wayward sinner. Do you like blood, violence and depravity of a sexual nature? Of course you do. That's why you're in hell! '

'Ah, classic Alastor...' you thought with a smile. Alastor's grin widened seeing his handiwork.

' As she tries to work through her daddy issues by fixing you! '

You gave Alastor a side eye at that. That guy looked very much amused.

' So, what'd ya think? '

' I'm sorry, what the fuck was that? '

You and Vaggie had the same answer in your mind. Just what was he thinking while making that? Well, apparently he wanted this to be shitty since he was mad they didn't use radio instead.

' We're not filming a porn as a commercial. '

'Why not? sex sells, don't it? I swear if you film me goin' at it with mister fancy-talk creepy voice here, you'd be rollin' in participants willin' to stay at this tacky hotel. '

' Haha! never going to happen! '

You had to stiffle a laughter at that alongside Husk and Cherri. Alastor had the same expression on his face like the episode, annoyed and disgusted.

"That certainly would be something to see~"

"(Y/n), no. Don't even think about it." Alastor's eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at you trying to muffle your laughter.

' The gag reflex, the holes,the chest fluff everyone thinks are tits. '

"Wait wait, those were actually chest fluffs then?" You looked at Angel and the fluff that was poking out from his shirt even in his human form. There were some controversial opinions on if they were fluffs or his chest but you guess it's now confirmed.

"That's right baby" He smirked seeing your expression as he looked down at you. "Ya could touch it if ya want, it's really soft~"

That offer....was really tempting. You were dying to know how it feels to touch. But you slapped your face softly. 'Focus, focus (Y/n). You're trying to watch something here with others!'

' Oh trust me, I can... '

The way Alastor turned into his demon for a bit made you feel butterflies inside. You aren't gonna lie that form is hot.

' Why do you think I'm here? You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fuck's bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcin' me? '

' I like being forced '

' Keep that to yourself, Niff '

"Yeah, I do! It's so much fun" human Niffty answered from your lap. "Niffty....honey..." You spoke in a concerned tone at the girl. She certainly had some interesting kinks. To each their own you guessed.

Charlie looked at Husk sadly at the line as Husk looked indifferent at the scene, watching it with bored eyes. She took a deep breath and returned her eyes to the screen.

' Kinky ~ c'mon keep talkin' dirty. '

Human husk rolled his eyes at that. " So Angel calls you Whiskers-" you cut off in the middle of what you wanted to say after seeing Husk glaring at you. You shut yourself off. "Nevermind...."

Later Lucifer called to tell that the leader of the Angel army wanted to meet with him but he wanted Charlie to go in his place. Charlie's face was almost, if not more excited as the video. She was hopeful of how things would go.

' I can do this. Somehow, I know it! '

'ooh, the first song!' you thought in your mind as you focused on the screen.

' This could be bad.. '

Yeah something tells you it's gonna be bad as well. Welp, nothing you can do but just keep watching.

' That bitch is halfway down the street '

' Is she- '

' Oh she's dancin' '

' Ugh ,no.... '

You had a small smile on your face as you watched Charlie sing and dance through hell's street. You missed this, you missed watching the show.

' From the porn studio, where the cinephiles go

To watch award-winning demon bukkake shows '

The truck Charlie climbed up on while singing, it said Helluva post. You wondered it was a reference to helluva boss.

' Holy shit ew my gosh, why! '

'poor Charlie' you thought. But her enthusiasm and cheerfulness throughout the whole song was making you smile.

' To change their minds! '

' And touch my parts! '

Vaggie glared at the snake guy that came up on the screen. It almost looked like she would jump on him if she could.

' Today is gonna be a fuckin happy day in hell! '

With that the first song of the new season was over.

' 'Sup! '

And there's two new characters. Adam and lute. You got both of their cards before. Now time to see what the first human of mankind like.

' Ha! I fucking got you! Did you fuckin' see that? Good shit.'

Yeah, this guy's going to be an asshole. And this confirms your previous thought, this wasn't going to end well.

' I got you again, bitch. Haha fucking' halirious! '

Vaggie sighed, she knew how much of an asshole Adam was. But watching Charlie go through it felt more painful.

' So we need a camera, Alastor? '

Alastor snapped his fingers in the show and a old timey looking camera appeared in Vaggie's hand

' A video.. camera. '

' Hmm? '

Thing time a old broken looking video camera appeared on her hand.

' Alright, let's do this! '

"I don't get why you guys are so insistent upon doing a video commercial. Doing a radio broadcast would be more effective" Alastor commented. "Get on with the times Smiles, no one listens to radio's anymore. Videos and internet are all the shit right now."

"Excuse me, what did you just say?" Alastor turned his head towards Angel at a scarily angle making him gulp and hide his face beside yours. You're sure if he was still a demon, his eyes would be radio dials by now and voodoo symbols would be flying around. You laughed nervously.

"Heyyy, let's both calm down and keep watching alright? Let me pause the video."

' Well, you come- '

' Ohhh~ yes! '

' ...To the right place. '

Pentious was blushing. This was indecency. They were supposed to just film a commercial right? What was this spider guy doing?

' Do you know who I am? I'm fuckin' Adam. I'm the original dick! All dicks desend from me. '

Yeah, can someone slap this guy in the face. You think you already dislike Adam.

' Call me Dickmaster. '

You're sure everyone including you, rolled your eyes at that. You swear to god this guy...

' No our other biggest problem! '

' Oh, uh... ugly people?.. '

As soon as Adam said that, he broke the fourth wall and looked at the screen at you and others faces. "He's one to talk about..." Vaggie grumbled beside you.

Then when Vaggie went to record Niffty, she somehow froze before she could get any word out.

' You're doing great, vagina '

Vaggie blinked annoyingly at that name beside you.

' I wouldn't try that my dear. This face was made for radio! '

"Alastor, what do you mean by that?" You turned to look at him. "Hm, whatever do you mean my dear?" "Your face was made for radio? But you can't see a person's face in radio. So did you just call yourself ugly-" " Not in the slightest, I just don't want my face to recorded in those tacky videos! " "You really should have worded it better then.." you weren't surprised at his answer however.

' Because It won't be so "entertaining" to watch over an empty hotel will it shitass? '

' Fair enough, I'll tell you what! let's make a deal. '

Husk's eyes widened at the sentence as he looked over at Alastor. "Me? Making a deal with this radio freak? Impossible. There's no fucking way" Vaggie declared .

But in the end, Vaggie did make a deal with him, just didn't hand over her soul. Alastor just couldn't bother to tinkle with 'television technology ' again and Vaggie just wanted to make Charlie happy.

"Aww, Vaggie you wanted me to come back to something good" Charlie almost had stars in her eyes as she looked at Vaggie. Vaggie looked down with a blush. "Y-yeah, I suppose I was...in the show.." Charlie then went to hug her tightly which in result you became sandwiched between their hug.

Alastor snapped his fingers making everyone in the hotel appear and changed their clothes.

' Alright everyone! Let's make a fucking commercial. '

Vaggie's outfit was hot. Alastor had good taste."Can't wait to see how that turns out huh toots?" Angel said from above your head. "Seems like it's gonna be sick!" "Well, we're going to find out" you said while pausing the video again.

' Uh no,not awesome. Those are my people, You know that, right? '

' Ohh, yeah. That must suck for you, pfft, hahaha '

"Yeah I think I want to slap this bitch" you mumbled with a deadpan face. "Yeah" "uh-huh" "same" came from around you. Looks like your companions felt the same way about him.

' Yeah, I've never made a mistake in my fuckin' life '

'I feel like every move this guy makes is a mistake.' you thought in your head. Then another song started.

' 'Cause Hell is forever, wether you like it or not

Had their chance to behave better

Now they boil in the pot '

You didn't like what Adam was saying but damn, if this song also didn't slap hard.

' And for those of us with divine ordainment

Extermination is entertainment '

'So that's the main reason behind these deaths' you thought. 'Just because Adam wanted his entertainment. What a damn jerk.'

' Long as I've got your attention

I guess I should probably mention

That we've made the determination

To move up the next extermination '

"What?" Both the Charlie beside you and the cartoon Charlie said in unison. As the song ended, you patted Charlie's head who was looking down. Now they were about to show the new commercial that both the cartoon ones and the real ones were looking forward to seeing....untill it got cut off leaving you disappointed. Also, did Angel on the show just did a Italian hand sign?

Then they showed a headless angel. Charlie gasped beside you and Alastor raised an eye brow, now finally this was getting interesting. And with that the first episode was over. As for the new characters, you decided Adam was a piece of shit. Lute seemed to be one too. She was pretty powerful as well from what she said.

"Angel's....can be killed?" Angel said on top of you in an angry tone. "What the fuck, how are people only finding this out now?"

"It's probably not as easy as you think to kill an angel,...Angel." you said nervously. "They're gonna show us how to kill angel's right?" Cherri beamed up as she looked over at you. "And then when I get back to hell, I'm going blow those little shits to pieces!"

"Miss Cherri, I would also like to assist you in this quest. With my power we would be unstoppable!"

"Ew, why would I need your help? I can handle it myself."

"Cause I..uh..I.. thought the more people the better, yes?"

"Nah, don't want it" Cherri looked at her nails with a bored look. And Pentious's face went from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. He sat there looking like dejected puppy. You almost felt bad for the guy.

"Hey, no one's killing no one! We're going to make peace with the heaven." She looked back at the laptop. "I hope..."

"Sure, as hell doesn't seem like it. Those guys seemed fixed on killing our asses" Husk pointed at the screen. "Welp, we're not gonna know till we watch more. And these things haven't happened yet. Maybe after you know about the new things, you guys can change your future! So everyone buckle up again." You said while clicking on the next episode.

The second episode started with Charlie freaking out about the extermination time. Angel was saying how it was pointless as he was getting multiple messages from Valentino. You paused at the frame to see what the messages were. And...they were less than the things you'd like to see. That freaking moth.....

"Hey, what the hell? Why are you pausing on that? What's there to see 'ere?" Angel called out, but you could hear the shakiness in his voice. "It's... nothing... I was just curious." you replied before starting the vid again.

' Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape the extermination? '

' This is the perfect time to recruit more sinners for the hotel! '

"I agree" Alastor spoke. "You should use people's fears and concerns to your own advantages. Good thinking Charlie."

"Um, I don't think I was thinking like that..."

Then with a bang, finally there was Pentious. "Look, I'm finally here!" Pentious clapped his hands. "Whohoho, the bad boy is here!" Niffty cheered.Then it showed Alastor having coffee outside on the hotels balcony. Wait what does that mug say? You paused to take a closer look. Oh deer?

"You got a nice cup Al. Did you design it yourself?" You asked while smiling at the man. "Yes, indeed I did. I take it that you're impressed?" He said with a smug grin making you playfully roll your eyes. This smiling bastard.

' Woo, you tell 'em boss '

"I miss my egg boys..." Pentious whispered before putting his knees to his chest and looking at the screen sadly. You decided maybe you'll try to find some egg boy plushies for him, maybe that'll cheer him a little bit.

Pentious looked at the screen hopefully. Maybe now they'll show him defeating Alastor at last. But instead of showing the battle, they cut off to showing the V's, naming Vox.

You were excited, finally you get know more about these three villains. Alastor on the other hand could not care less. They seemed like really interesting characters from all the fan theories and songs and what not. And now you get to see how they actually are. Plus you had to know if the TV demon actually has an animosity with the radio demon. Cause of the popular phrase 'Video killed the radio' or what not. It would be really cool if that actually happened.

Then a call literally showed up on his face that he transferred to one of the monitors. 'That's an interesting power..' you thought to yourself.

' Hello there, Velvette. How are you this hellish morning? '

' Oh, cut the shit, Vox. I need you up here now! '

Ohh, Velevette's voice sounds nice. You liked the accent. Apparently Valentino was causing a racket so Vox was being called for help. His happy smile immediately turned into a frown as soon as the video call was done.

' Oh god, here I go. Valentino. Just another fukin day with Val. Hey, hey, hey. Fuck my life. '

Okay, after this line, you definitely like this character. His personality is amusing. You can already tell how two faced he is too. Angel laughed a little at the scene. "Yeah, I get where his feelings are coming from. Valentino's a bitch."

' What is this? Wrist ruffles! Is it 1750? Burn it like a witches who wore it. '

' No. No. Hideous. I want to die. Eww. Oh, yes. That's the one. '

You can definitely see why she's the fashion designer now. She's certainly got the attitude. And then Vox went inside Valentino's room which was filled with pink smokes. You didn't know exactly what to expect. From all the songs and theories, he is supposed to be a ruthless mastermind who's even got Vox on a leash.

' Kitty, another drink. '

Huh? Was that a fizzaroli robot? You paused for a moment. Yeah it was, some kinda cheap version of it at least. Valentino threw a glass at Vox, only for him to step out of the way quickly, looking bored. He was definitely used to this.

' Fucking Angel Dust. Who the hell else would I be talking about? That fucking slut walked out on me. Me. I fucking made him. Without me, he's just a bag of meat with some mildly entertaining holes. '

Angel's grip on you tightened just a little bit at that. Suddenly he remembered something. After he came here, he missed many of their appointments. Is it possible Valentino's currently searching for him now. What's worse, maybe he's already in this world and looking for him like this.

You held Angel's hand tightly on your shoulder and gave him a soft smile. Charlie looked distraught at this and leaned her head on his arm. "Don't worry Angel, you're much much more than that. You're a great person. " She said softly looking at him. You nodded in agreement. "We're all here for you okay?"

' Angel is living with Lucifer's daughter now? '

' Yeah, that bitch. Chalkie or Chandler or..I don't know. Something mannish like that. '

"Are they... talking about me?" Charlie mumbled. "Yep..." Angel replied. He prayed this didn't get the hotel in trouble, because of him.

' Val! Think about it. '

The little stunt he did there made you rethink about the theories. Maybe Valentino actually doesn't have much power over vox? Vox seemed to just sway Val however he wants. He was one hell of a smooth talker.

' Someone who owes us much more then money ~ The radio demon is there '

' What did you just say? '

Wooo boy, from the looks of it. You were correct. The TV demon does have a history with the radio demon or Alastor. Oh this was going to be fun. And he owes them something? What could it be?

' Hey killing Alastor is your kink '

"That's one hell of a kink to have. " Angel commented. " A pretty interesting one too..." You mumbled while side eyeing Alastor. You could already smell the fanrt between these two. Classic enemies to lovers trope. Then it cut to Pentious ripping off a piece from Alastor's coat and getting blown away.

' Well it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor. '

"How? Literally how?" You commented. "The entire lower part of your coat is already ripped." You looked at Alastor accusingly. "Well, my dear, ripped or not, that slimy, forgettable fellow touched my clothes. And I simply couldn't have that." He said looking at Pentious threateningly as he cowered away in fear.

' See? Look at how he flirts with that guy,and he's not even paying '

Angel rolled his eyes. "Well maybe it's cause someone isn't forcing me to?"

' You still pissed he almost beat you that time? '

' Uh, fuck you '

' Just saying ~ '

And another song was on it's way.

' Top of the hour and we're discussing a certain has been who has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven year absence '

You paused in middle of his line to see the oh so beautiful drawing made by Vox up close. "Furry....triangle ass..dumb hair...yeah Alastor really does have dumb hair." You snickered quietly before shutting up as you felt eyes staring straight at your soul which was no doubt Alastor's. At least Cherri, Angel and Husk laughed at it. "Also it says dildo on your microphone thingy...is it actually a-"

Before you could finish your sentence you were roughly bonked in the head.

' Stop giving him the time of day

Don't listen to word he'd say

Hope he had a nice vacay

But he should have stayed away '

Man, this guy seems to hate Alastor with a passion. You wondered how Alastor felt. But he seemed indifferent and bored, like he was used to these.

' Salutations, good to be back on the air '

A Radio Vs TV song battle, what more could you hope for. Alastor continued to just play with Vox throughout the whole song. It was clear who was more powerful between the two even though Vox tried so hard to make himself look better.

' And here's the sugar on the cream

He asked me to join his team '

' Hold on '

' I said no and now he's pissy

That's the tea~ '

"Wait, wait hold on. You were asked to join the V's? And you declined?" "Yes, I did" Alastor answered your question. "But why would you do that. " Pentious whined. He wanted so badly to join their team and Alastor had that opportunity and just..passed it? " I had no interest in joining his frivolous team. So I declined, simple as that."

After alastor completely destroyed vox, he buffered and shut off all of the pentagram city's electricity.

' Let's begin

I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone '

Oh, oh. The way he said the first part and then slowly turned into a monstrous form...that was hot as fuck. You had a hand across your mouth as you watched him sing. This didn't go unnoticed by your companions. The way his eyes changed into radio dials and kept ticking was horrifying yet it drew you in more as you kept watching with sparkles in your eye.

' Ffffuck! '

Alastor laughed loudly at Vox's outburst as Angel let out a whistle. "Nice going creepy guy. Ya really showed him his place" He finger gunned at Alastor. "Of course, he never stood a chance in the first place. " He said proudly as he went to fix his bow tie.

So Vox was a whiny, insecured , jealous man, gotcha. You like him, he's fun. Though he seemed strong enough too. He shut off the whole city's power after all.

' Put something inside them. That's how I get the bitches to behave. '

He does what? You and Angel both cringed inside at that line. 'ugh..'

' Someone pathetic, desperate, with no direct ties to us '

Oh no, you already knew who this was going to be.

' Why, hello, my dear...'

And Pentious got punched just as quickly as he spoke after arriving at the hotel.

' Wait, wait, wait. I come in peace. '

" They sent Pentious?" " They sent me?" Pentious and several others said in the same time. You already knew this was going to happen. This was going to fail miserably, wasn't it? Vaggie glared at Pentious even though he didn't do any of that in real life. "The V's believed in me.." Pentious looked at his hands. "They believed I could do it!"

"Uh, I think you forgot WHY they choose you. " Cherri said shaking her head. However Pentious was too happy to register it.

' What she means is, it's just nice to have someone interested for once... '

Ouch, that hurt Angel a bit, both in and outside of the show. But, that was true right? Angel thought to himself. He didn't have any interest in redeeming himself. He just needed a place to crash in. He shook his head, 'Whatever'

' The bad boy is back. Never leave me again. '

Woah, Niffty, she's.... something else. Beneath you, Niffty giggled manically and you loosened your hold on her just a little bit.

' I definitely remember you now. '

That line sent shivers down your spine, in a good way.

' My name's Sir Pentious

I like to build

And despite my stupid egg Bois

I think I'm very skilled '

' Yes, yes you are very skilled my boy' You wiped a imaginary tear at that. What a precious bean. You just want to squish his cheeks. Then it cut to a play Charlie was doing with Angel and Pentious. You already saw this small bit in the teaser. But seeing Pentious licking that lollipop in that outfit was still adorable.

Things took a bad turn soon as Angel felt guilty for not properly participating in Charlie's play. He went back to his room with fat nuggets. Angel buried his face in your hair, not liking where this was going.

' You fuckin' slut ! '

' Hey, Angie, about earlier... '

' Kill your whole fucking fam... '

' Work's really stressful... '

' Little cocksucking piece of shit.. '

' You actually think you can change? Addict trash like you doesn't change. I'll see you soon baby. '

"That's not true...Angel...I-" Charlie was about to apologize but Angel shushed her by putting a finger to her lips. "Charlie please not now. I don't want to hear about it. " He had his face buried into your shoulder and whispered. "(Y/n), please continue."

You nodded and leaned your head towards him, hoping to reassure him even a little bit without looking like you're pitying him and paused the episode.

While drinking Angel caught Pentious trying to sneak in CCTV cameras in the hotel. It escalated into a fight quickly.

' Get your aggressively average body, off of me! '

Pentious then put Angel is some kind of hypnotism spell for a bit. You didn't know he could do that. That's cool. It was probably a snake power.

' Do us a favour, if they don't kill you, go ahead and do it yourself, you miserable failure. '

Pentious felt like his heart was broken in two. He hid his face in his knees. Alastor just let out a 'hmm' boredily. " I hope you learnt your lesson now you slippery shit. " Angel scowled at him.

' It starts with sorry

That's your foot in the door '

This song could only mean one thing. Pentious was going to be a part of the hotel now. You mentally cheered. He deserved this very much. Pentious peeked out from his knees to look at the screen again. The song was really sweet too. Charlie looked so proud of Pentious while Vaggie and Angel was unamused. Niffty on the other hand seemed pissed off.

' I hated that song. Why are you so lame? Not a bad boy. '

"Yeah, he was so cool and now he had to go ahead and ruin it, hmph!" Niffty crossed her hands with a pout to which you sweatdropped.

' You'll have to try harder than that next time, ol' pal, hahaha... '

Everyone looked at this scene with a shocked Pikachu face. And with that, the second episode was done. There were two more episodes left to watch. But before that, your stomach let out an embarrassing noise, making blood rush to your face.

"Ahaha...I forgot I haven't eaten since yesterday. Would you guys mind if I ate a little before continuing the next episode?" You scratched you cheek.

"Of course not, I'm sorry we forgot about that. I'll go get some food -" before Charlie could get up, Alastor stopped her motioning with his hand . "Charlie, you must be exhausted after last night. Niffty dear, could you get up and get some food for our host and the two girls?"

"Going!" Niffty stood up so fast that if you weren't careful she would have hit your chin. While Niffty was coming back with food, Charlie busied herself with talking with Pentious, their apparent new member of the hotel. You picked up your phone and found out you had a new email. It said that Vaggie got the job. You quickly let her know. While celebrating the news Charlie remembered something.

"Oh no...I forgot to go to the cafe today! I didn't even let them know!"

That was completely your fault. You quickly dialed up Adrien's number to let him know. It seemed like he wasn't that angry. He would have called her himself later after the shift. He wished you a speedy recovery and you let him know that Charlie would come back to work from tomorrow and apologized for the inconvenience. And after that you started texting your co-worker about the situation you were in while waiting for the food to arrive.

Around that time, in the ground of the pond beside your cabin, a red pentagram appeared. From that a blue coloured animal emerged.

The animal had robotic parts all over its body. Actually it was a robot that just had a certain animals figure. While moving around with it's tail, it discovered that it still had sharp teeth in its face, sharp enough to bite through the hardest of things easily. It still couldn't see its whole body properly. Though it only had one thing in its mind currently.

Figuring out where the hell it was.

A.n (please read) : phew, finally done. Sorry for the long wait. I'm currently drowning in studies. Hopefully the chapter was satisfactory. I dunno if I got the reactions right(⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

Also I'm kinda scared to tackle Angel's abuse episode (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) I know no matter how hard I try, I'll still probably offend someone. I only ask you all to be patient with me and know that I'm trying my best.

Now for the explanation on the requirements of a new character appearing. I know you all want your favourite characters to come but it has some rules. Making everyone appear is going to make the fanfic a lot messy. I wouldn't be able to keep up with everyone. So the rules are as following,

- first rule, Reader has to watch a episode of that character. The reason behind all the current characters appearing is because we already saw them in the pilot, reader knows about their character already.

For example, we have finally met Adam and lute in the new episodes. Now they have a chance to come anytime I want in future. But as for Lucifer, he'll still have to wait till we get to his episode. (Sorry Lucifer fans)

- Second rule, If that character is relevant to the story. This entirely depends on me. I already have the whole storyline in my head. I know how the story goes roughly, how it'll end, who's going to die and stuffs.

For example, if any of you ask St.peter to join in the story after his episode but it doesn't go with the plot I have, he isn't going to come.

Hopefully this clears up a lot of things. But if you have any other questions, feel free to ask me in the comments. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Also I want to use Spanish words and phrases for the Spanish people in Hazbin hotel but I'm scared to use Google translate cause how easily it fucks stuffs up sometimes. Does anyone know any good website I could use for that? Or could any of my Spanish readers help me out a bit? (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

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mj-iza-writer · 4 months ago

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HI IM THE LANGUAGE ANON

I wanna say i rlly loved it and i have anogher rq...

The same, but whumper also forcibly americanizing whumpee, forcjjg them away from their culture and making fun of it and calling it gross. If you can ig??? I know it might be a bit hard

Sorry about the wait, another great idea. I think the most cultural things that I could think of was hair. Their are so many cultures that are connected with hair. I hope you enjoy.

Whumpee fought against the restraints keeping them to a chair.

The sound of scissors being snipped caused them to freeze.

Whumpee strained to see Whumper.

"No, no, please no", Whumpee pleaded once they saw Whumper grinning evilly at a pair of scissors.

"Relax, I'll let you grow it back. It's a mess and needs to be cleaned up. When was the last time you've brushed it?" Whumper came closer.

"The style isn't meant to be brushed. It... it's a protective hairstyle. A connection to my culture and ancestors", Whumpee fought against the restraints, "it's bad luck to cut it.... please."

"You worry too much. Your people have lied to you for so long about all of these ancestors and crap. No... you live in America, and you will look and act like a civil American."

Whumpee struggled as Whumper lifted some of their hair and lifted the scissors to it.

Whumpee shook their head, but Whumper held onto the hair and made the first cut.

"NNNNOOOO!!!!", Whumpee screamed as the clump fell to the floor.

"Look, you made me cut it uneven. I might have to shave you all the way now", Whumper sighed.

"No no no", Whumpee complained, "that's more than what you said. Please don't do this."

"We'll see", Whumper laughed.

Whumpee cried with every snip to their hair. They watched as every clump rolled off of them.

"Hmm not bad", Whumper finally set the scissors down.

"Ar-are you done?", Whumpee sniffled.

"Nope."

Whumpee's heart sank as they heard a lot of things being moved. Then the sound of an electric razor.

"No", Whumpee stomped their feet against the floor, causing the chair to almost tip.

"Good idea, tip the chair over", Whumper frowned, "you are making such a big deal out of nothing."

"My culture isn't nothing. It's mine, no matter how much you try, you can't take it from me", Whumpee glared, "and if that does somehow happen. My people will still exist."

Whumpee received a harsh slap to the face.

"Ymph", Whumpee grunted.

"Shut up", Whumpee growled, "or better yet, quote the pledge of allegiance."

Whumpee rolled their eyes, "I'd rather be quiet."

Another slap to the face.

"Ymmm", Whumpee groaned.

"Say it", Whumper warned.

Whumpee begrudgingly sighed, "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States.....

Whumper dragged Whumpee down the hall and opened the door to the room Whumpee was locked in.

After Whumper handcuffed Whumpee to a bedframe, they placed a mirror in front of Whumpee.

"I don't want to see", Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut and lowered their head.

"You look so nice though", Whumper cupped Whumpee's face, "look", they lifted Whumpee's face and squeezed their cheeks.

Whumpee winced.

"Look before I take something else from you", Whumper warned.

Whumpee hurried to open their eyes.

They were greeted with their reflection.

"Smart choice. I was planning on taking a cheese grater to your ceremonial tattoos", Whumper chuckled, "maybe next time."

Whumpee glared somberly at their reflection.

"I can see you need some time to take this in. So enjoy staring at yourself for the rest of today."

Whumpee waited for the door to close before they started to sob. They stared angrily at their reflection. This wasn't their reflection... it couldn't be.

That night, Whumper received many nightmares. Some worse than others. The worst ended in a night terror. They were awake but were not able to move.

A person with the same hair as Whumpee had approached and jumped on the bed. They knelt over Whumper.

Whumper gulped at the closeness. The more Whumper could see the more terrified they became.

"Release them, or suffer the consequences", the figure warned.

With that, the figure disappeared, and Whumper was released from the paralysis.

The next morning Whumpee woke up and looked straight into the mirror.

"Not just a nightmare", Whumpee frowned.

Whumper came in.... pale as ghost, clearly lacking in sleep.

"Did you have a visitor last night", Whumpee smirked.

"Y-you know?", Whumper gasped.

"I had a visitor last night too. Mine was comforting though. I warned you it was bad luck to cut my hair. If you do not do as they warned, they will drive you mad with nightly visits. That is Mamma's way."

"Mamma?", Whumper stated with some sarcasm.

"An ancestorstral spirit", Whumpee grinned.

"Nonsense", Whumper frowned, "just stories to scare me."

Whumper soon learned though that the more things they did to Whumpee the more visits they received, and the less sleep they got.

They began keeping their distance from Whumpee, afraid to even touch them. The nightly visitor was becoming more threatening every night.

"Leave, get out of my home. To think I tried to civilize you and do you a favor. This is what I get in return", Whumper yelled, "get out."

"Even if I do leave, you'll still be haunted by them" Whumpee grinned as they rubbed their wrist, "you caused this to yourself. I did warn you. If you had let me leave sooner you wouldn't have suffered that fate. Now it's to late. Mama is going to get you."

Whumper pointed at the door, "get out. To think I tried to help you. You and your wicked people cursed me."

"Typical American. You put your hands where they don't belong, and they got burnt. Now it's everyone else's fault."

Whumpee turned to leave, "remember this, they will not leave you alone. This is your fault." Whumpee stepped out of the door cautiously.

Whumper lowered to the floor and shook. Every night had gotten worse. Every night, they felt like they may die. How long until they would actually die?

"All because of them", Whumper frowned.

Thankyou so much for the ask.

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proboblynotstriaght · 3 months ago

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I put far too much effort into my shitposting and screenshot taking...

Oh well! you all seem to enjoy them! And I like having all my best screenshots in a place that doesn't take up a crazy amount of space in my computer!!

As usual past the cut there are spoilers for episode 40 but I try to keep it away from any major spoilers

(also psst, @raeemar this is for you! your reblog made my day!)

Let's get into Episode 40!!!! Rich : The bean footage is a DM thing I can't say it! ||| Mike : eeeeeehhhh we can change it?

Bro bonding moment, bullying lornings edition

Twig : *explaining fae deals and how to make better deals* |||| Gricko : *not paying attention*

Nikkie : *doing a fantastic Torbek impression!* ||| A++ Nikkie Torbeks voice is hard

"Twig we haven't run a successful business in all the 8 years-" "Woah now!" uh oh! the couple is Fiiiighting

"Think of the margins we'll have on the Displacer Beast piss"

Frost : So are we going to kill these fucker or what?

"I guess that makes sense... fucking nerd"

"I knew a guy who would make and sell this kinda stuff, 5 people died it was a whole thing in the news and everything" "Well how many people did he sell it to" "Like... 5"

"Well, I'm just going to say... shit that was funny"

"How long did it take those goblins to die?" "the last one lingered... for a good three months"

Twigsy, blacked out from all the alcohol, and flailing around as Gideon picks her up

His face haunts my dreams...

Derek : *a punny name for the drink* || Gricko : that's not very good

Frost and Kremy are drunk, Gricko and Gideon are trying to be the smart ones for once

"Frost you realize that you've been writing with a chicken leg, and what you thought was parchment, is now clearly human skin" "Well, I've completed page one of my cookbook, the Necro-Nom-Nom-Nom"

"He is continuing to do whatever Torbek does" "Pump his fists" "NO HE DOES NOT"

Grickos imitation of Gideon, I just need you to know that Mace is laughing so hard that it's not actually audible.

This man is laughing so hard he is completely silent and shaking, I'm genuinely concerned for this mans health

Derek : It doesn't even give Gricko a little wink? Like John Void at the end of Anaconda?

I love when Derek makes a joke because they are funny, but also he's almost laughing himself as he's telling the joke

Richie : I'm sorry I thought he was saying something else

guys it took me like four trays to get the screenshot of his face, IT'S SO FUNNY

MIke in Gricko's voise : Gimmie that Bussay

"The Stream Kill-inator" "beep beep beep"

Husband moments be like. FRosty really likes to irritate Kremy about his hat huh

SHUT THE STREAM DOWN

"BEEP BEEP BEEP"

I don't understand most of the references they make but I like how hard they all laugh at them

Derek telling a ridiculous story of how he had too watch the same movie twice in one day and he hated the movie both times

Nikkie : *Horrifying description of Torbek eating one of the Lornlings* Just kidding that doesn't happen!

Singing : It's Torbek It's Torbek, Everybody hates Torbek

Part 2 of this post is one the way! These posts keep getting longer and longer

Edit : Part 2 is here!!!

https://www.tumblr.com/proboblynotstriaght/760423614759714816/part-2-of-my-episode-40-screenshots-despite-andy?source=share

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skywarpie · 3 months ago

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Heyyyyy! Could I get Copia/reader with “go on. fuck yourself on my cock” from the prompt list plsssss? Doesn’t matter whether reader is AMAB or uses a strap :)

Send me a prompt

will have it as AMAB bc I don't feel like we see enough copia/male reader. Anyway, all under the cut bc well, yea.

This also got very long. Sorry bout that

He's pent up. You can tell by the way he holds his shoulders. The way he's tensed up as he rumages through his file cabinet. He gets like this sometimes. But those times often have something to do with Imperator or Nihil. Sometimes even both. That's when these episodes are the worst.

"Something on your mind, Sunshine?" You lean against your desk, arms folded over your chest. You don't fail to realize how it draws no reaction from him.

Oh, this one is really bad.

"Copia?" The word is barely past your lips before you see the facade slowly beginning to deteriorate . You try one more time.

"Copia."

The file cabinet slams shut, and you watch as the Cardinal rips his biretta from his head. He twists it in his gloved hands and then, judging by the movement, you think he tries to rip it. He gives up and flings it across the room with a muffled shout. Next to go is his fascia.

Copia rips the fabric from around his neck. "I can't breathe in this. I -- I need this to --"

"Hey. Hey." You approach him like a frightened wild animal. "It's okay." A hand softly places itself between his shoulder blades, and Copia just cracks.

You don't even have a chance to register the mood change before he's balling his hands into your vestments, pulling you as close as possible to himself. He buries his face in your chest as a broken sob wrenches from his throat.

It feels like time stands still.

Copia has had mental breakdowns before thanks to those 2 idiots, however, this is different. This is more severe, and as you watch him burrow further against you, you're suddenly worried he may suffocate himself.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." You pull him into a tight hug. Has he always been this small? This boney? There's the dreaded thought that he's missing meals again, but that's not the focus right now.

You walk him over to one of the extra chairs in your office. It takes some coaxing, but you finally get him to sit. He looks so broken and it makes your blood boil with the thought that Imperator has this much power over him.

A silence settles between the two of you as you grab a box of tissues to offer him. He takes one without hesitation as you sit in your chair across from him.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really." He dabs at the runny black makeup on his cheeks.

A typical response, but you're fluent in Copia speak by now, and know exactly what he needs.

"Come here." You pat your lap. In the time it takes you to blink, he's already situated on your lap, head tucked under your chin. "That's a good boy." You card your fingers through his mousy brown locks, occasionally scratching at his scalp. He'll never say it, but you know he loves it.

The two of you stay this way for some time. After a while, you go back to filing out the paperwork you were originally working on. It's just an added bonus to have him in your lap.

It's when you're halfway through the first packet that you feel it. Kisses along your jawline. They're soft and you can easily ignore them. Well, at least until a hand is stroking you through your pants.

You pull back to look at him. "Copia.."

He bats his eyes up at you. "Yes?"

One you've learned over the last few months, is that Copia is quick to recover from bad situations. Just maybe his idea of forgetting is different than your's. But it's really hard to complain when he's so good with his mouth. Like really good.

The hand cupping you squeezes, and you let out a groan.

"I think I've found a good distraction."

Copia pulls himself off your lap. For a split second, you're upset. His warmth gone, but the second you see him sink on his knees to the floor between your legs, any resentment is gone.

You instinctively widen your legs. You're also unable to think about anything other than how he must have been hand crafted from Satan himself with how well he sits at your feet.

"Is that so?" You hiss as he frees your hardened cock from your work trousers. The cold air sends a jolt from head to base, but warm lips are suddenly caressing the rapidly purpling head. "Seems a bit of a drastic change. No?" Your brow furrows as he kitten licks at the slit, collecting any pre-cum. "One minute, you're on the verge of a panic attack. The next my cock's in your mouth."

He laughs at that and your heart swells because it's an actual laugh. Something you haven't heard from him today. "I am a good multi-tasker, si?"

You should probably tell him that this is a bad idea. That he shouldn't be sucking you off, but rather working on his frayed mental state that the clergy loves to worsen.

But you don't.

Instead, you watch as he licks a stripe up the underside of your cock. He stops when he reaches the tip, gently sucking. Thats all the encouragement you need.

You grab a fistful of his hair and shove him downward, effectively choking him. His body tenses as he tries to cough, but you offer no relief. Instead, you force him to take you into his throat, growling as you watch him (and feel him) swallow around you.

You spend several moments fucking his face, but ultimately realize that's not how you want this tryst to go. You yank him off your cock and watch the spit from his lips connect to the head as he coughs.

"Undress."

You watch his eyes light up before doing as told.

When he finally stands before you naked, you are able to confirm sadly that, yes, he has been missing meals again. His ribs are practically showing through his pale skin. "Come here."

He straddles your hips, your cocks rubbing together in the process. You watch his eyes roll back in his head. Typically you'd take the time to prepare him, but you know he's still slick and lose from your coupling this morning.

All the more convenient.

"Go on. Fuck yourself on my cock." In situations like this, you've learned it's best to make him feel like he has the upper hand.

Copia leans forward, brushing his lips against yours as he lines himself up. You both groan when you slip inside him with no resistance. He rolls his hips several times as he reacquaints himself with your cock inside him. Breathy 'ahs' and 'ohs' ghosting across your lips from the close proximity.

You take the initiative to smash your mouths together. One hand is on Copia's hip, while the other is buried in his hair, deeping the kiss as you lick into his mouth, tasting him.

He squeaks and breaks the kiss when you pinch one of his pink nipples. Vaguely, the idea of clamps attached to them while you pull him around crosses your mind. But that will have to wait for another time.

He sobs when you bend your head down to suck one into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the bud, teeth nipping slightly. He arches his back into you as he fucks himself on your cock.

You give one last hard suck before moving onto the other one. Your free hand always makes sure to continue abusing the other bud.

"Beautiful." The praises fall from your lips like kisses. Your lips latch onto his pale neck, sucking until there's a purple bruise. "Let go for me, Sunshine." You take his cock in hand, giving him one, two, three strokes before he's cumming over your hand, back arched so much it almost looks painful.

"That's it."

You stroke him through it until he collapses against you.

Then you chase your own high, fucking up into him without mercy. He squeaks and groans with each thrust until your hands are yanking his hips down further on your cock, making sure he catches every drop. His own cock twitches again before his second orgasm hits.

When it's all said and done with, Copia sits in your lap, cock still inside him until you soften and slip free. His thighs are shaking and your large hands run soothingly across the plush skin in an attempt to relax him.

The front of your vestments are coated in cum, but honestly you could care less. Copia seems more relaxed now and thats all that matters.

You wrap your arms around him, placing a kiss on the crown or his head. "Such a good boy for me."

#the band ghost #THIS IS REALLY BAD AND IM SORRY #i got distracted like 10 times #okay to reblog i guess #skywarpie writes #ghost band #ghost bc #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #Cardinal copia/male reader #nsft

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