#TY FOR GIVING HER TO ME MOMENTARILY!

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Hey I’m just wondering if you would draw my farmer in Stardew Valley? She’s into Elliott :)

Here’s a description

Her name is Treasure, she is a 30 year old African American woman. She has dark skin that resembles of a freshly brew cup of coffee with freckles scattering her skin. She has long black dreadlocks with sliver charms, kempt eyebrows, big cyan eyes with long eyelashes, a wide nose, and big dark lips. She is small at 5’3, she is skinny but is fit, and a small chest or flat.

She usually wears a straw hat, an off the shoulder white ruffle top, and ankle length jean pencil skirt with a small slit.

Thank you in advance for doing this for me (or not, still I appreciate the thought of someone might drawing my farmer OC)

Much thanks from Coyote James Newman :)

ty for the description it was so helpful!!!!! :)))))) TREASURE IS SUCHHHH A CUTE NAME!

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

The Reader gets jealous/upset because Sukuna gets Concubines, with a happy ending though. pleaseeeee

Wish I didn’t care

Tags: true form!Sukuna x fem!Reader, king!Sukuna, royal au (?), angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending i promise

An: Ooo, this was such a good idea. Thank you for requesting it from me!! I hope it’s everything you wanted!!

Sukuna never felt the need to give you a title for being in his life. To him, titles were superficial… There wasn’t a title in the world that could explain or encompass the complexities of his relationship with you.

However, you, coming from the mortal realm, wanted a title. It’s not that you wanted the power that was associated with being the betrothed of the King of Curses. You just wanted to feel.. irreplaceable to him.

So, to make you happy, you were his wife.

Kings rarely ever are allowed the luxury of marrying for love. Most kings marry daughters of other powerful kings to create allies between nations. However, Sukuna didn’t need allies. He didn’t need to marry for power when he had more power than he knew what to even do with.

Everything was simply child’s play for him. He even stopped trying to conquer the mortal realm because it was just too damn easy for him. The “sorcerers” could barely even put up a fight. It was embarrassing.

Life was truly becoming boring for him.

That was, until a female curse was delivered straight to his chamber. He was confused and honestly pissed that Uraume would simply guide this harlot into his chambers without his permission. Only you were granted such luxuries.

He was leisurely splayed in his bed with no cloth to cover himself. He truly appreciated the concept of being completely in his own skin at all times, and he often encouraged you to do the same. Though, he also learned to appreciate your more modest approach. You didn’t have to show any skin to get Sukuna riled up.

“State your purpose.” His voice was low and menacing as he spoke to the woman. He slipped his robes on over his shoulders, tying it in the front so he was no longer exposing himself.

“My father sends his regards. Says that a newly wedded king deserves a ‘fresh’ concubine.” The girl spoke with no humility towards him.

Sukuna’s face twisted in disgust that her dad would even suggest such a thing. He was even more put off that she described herself as ‘fresh’ as if she were a type of vegetable in the garden.

“Your father can kindly go fuck himself. I’m not interested.” He responds coldly, and his large palm grabs onto her shoulder with the intention of throwing her out of his chambers. He knew that if you saw her here, you’d probably be devastated.

“My lord-“

“I am not your anything. You address me as Lord or King, but make no mistake. I am not your lord.” He rudely cuts her off, not letting her think she has any sort of claim to him.

“Okay, Lord Sukuna, when’s the last time she’s fulfilled her wifely duties? I can see she’s not in here tending to you now, right? She’d probably feel grateful that you’re being satisfied around the clock.” The concubine’s voice was like a purr, and she looked up at him with eyes that’d rival a siren’s.

And for a split second, Sukuna almost considers her offer.

“You’ll never believe it, Kuna!” Your happy voice fills the air, and the door swings open to reveal you holding a small flower in your hand. “I got a jasmine to bl-“ Your eyes fall upon to scene in front of you.

Sukuna’s towering over an unfamiliar woman. His hand is touching her neck and shoulder area, while she has her hand leisurely pressed against his bicep.

“Who’s.. this?” You quietly ask, and immediately, Sukuna can feel a strange feeling pour into him. It feels like… guilt? He regrets even momentarily entertaining the idea about this harlot occupying his bed.

“Nobody-“

“Oh my lady, it’s nice to meet you. I apologize. Lord Sukuna and I were just getting aquatinted with each other since we’ll be seeing each other a lot from now on.” The serpent of a female cuts him off, and he immediately realizes just what this is. Whichever king decided to send her is hoping to ruin his marriage. She’s quite literally a snake in his garden, trying to ward his wife away from him.

“I don’t… understand.” The way your voice sounds so small. The small pout upon your lips. The way the flower you were once carrying with such confidence is now sagging in your hand. Fuck. Sukuna felt like a complete imbecile.

“Oh, come on now. You know he has needs that are beyond your abilities. I’ll lay with him when you’re too-“

“Enough.” Sukuna’s voice snaps. His teeth grit together as he practically drags the woman out of his chambers. “Go fuck off for a while. I’ll deal with you later.” The door immediately slams in her face.

After a moment of trying to comprehend what just happened and how it all happened so quickly, Sukuna slowly turns to you. It feels like a gut punch once he sees the tears brimming in your eyes.

“That wasn’t…”

“You took up a concubine?” You ask in a sniffle. Your hands are barely even holding the jasmine that’s you were once so excited to show him. Flowers rarely ever bloom in Sukuna’s desolate kingdom, but with hard work and determination, you had gotten a jasmine to bloom in his kingdom.

“No, she was sent to me. I didn’t seek her out.” He tries to dispel the claims while he slowly approaches you. His chest aches as he watches you take a step back away from him. “Do not cower from me, woman.”

“Was I not good enough? Was I not doing enough for you..? I thought… I thought it was good, b-but I can try harder.” Your voice is so shaky, and you won’t even look him in the eye. What has he done?

“Silence. You will not speak of yourself like that to me.” Sukuna orders, and he takes another step forward. You take another step back with another sniffle. Your tears are streaming down your cheeks.

“Please…” The word sounds foreign on his tongue. He’s never ever pleaded for anything in his life. He could simply take what he wants, but he doesn’t want to hurt his delicate flower. He wants her to seek out comfort in him. “Please don’t cower. It was not like that. She showed up at my door, spoke of lies and filth, and I was trying to throw her out when you walked in.”

“So you didn’t even con..consider taking her on as a concubine?” You ask while you rub the tears away with the back of your hands. Hopefully, this was all just a poorly timed miscommunication.

Sukuna takes a moment before responding. He has two options. He could tell you a white lie that would instantly comfort you, but it would be a lie. Or he could tell you the truth and face the consequences of his actions.

“It was one moment of weakness.” He replies carefully.

He instantly wishes he just lied from the way your face immediately twisted in disappointment and pure hurt. The jasmine falls from your hands, and your footsteps trail away from his chambers, leaving him dumbfounded.

Sukuna is immediately on your trail, unable to let you be. He needs to fix this. His dear wife is upset, and it’s all his fault.

A pair of hands slither up his arm as he walks. He already knows who’s touching him based off the nasty feeling from their contact. “My lord, let her be. She needs to-“

“Dismantle.” The concubine’s body drops to the floor in two, split directly at her waist. He had warned her already about referring to him as her lord. She didn’t deserve to speak of you so carelessly, and she didn’t deserve to live after causing this rift in his marriage.

Sukuna continues on his hunt for you without another hitch, leaving the harlot’s body right where she once stood for one of the servants to clean up.

He searches for you in all your usual spots: the gardens, the kitchen, the library, the rooftop. You’re no where to be found. You don’t want to be found. He starts to wonder around his perimeter. The longer he goes without finding you; the more his heart starts to race.

Did you leave him? Did he lose you for good?

The thought of not having his delicate flower by his side makes his body feel ill. You must’ve placed some sort of binding curse on him, but he didn’t necessarily mind.

He’s close to waging war when he finally sees your small human body tucked underneath a weeping willow on a bed of grass. His body moves on it’s own: running to you. When’s the last time he’s ran like this?

Crouching over you, he can see no visible injuries on your body, but he knows he’s wounded your heart with his foolish actions. How could he ever have a wandering eye when you were the real prize?

His four arms carefully scoop you up and cradle your body as he takes a seat underneath the willow. Your poor cheeks are flushed and tear stained. Your eyes and lips are so puffy. You must’ve tired yourself out from crying.

“I’m sorry, flower.” He whispers softly, even if your eyes are still resting. He pulls your body closer to his chest, and he contemplates when he started becoming so soft for you.

A part of him hates it. That small unconscious voice of his telling him that he shouldn’t concern himself with the feelings of a mere mortal, but the bigger part of him knows that he can’t just ignore you. He cares far too much for you.

“Kuna..?” You murmur as your hands rub your eyes. You’re immediately met with remembering just why you had fallen asleep. “I do not wish to see you right now.”

Sukuna chuckles quietly from your defiant little comment. It reminds him of when you first arrived to his estate. “Then close your eyes.” He simply states as one of his hands start to comb through your hair. “Woman, tell me what to do to fix this.”

You shift your gaze away from him with a small huff. If he wasn’t so much bigger than you, you’d try to wiggle away from him. However, you know it is of no use. “I don’t know, Kuna.” Your words are sharp and still so full of emotion. “Imagine how you’d feel if I told you I contemplated sleeping with someone else… in a moment of weakness.”

The sheer thought of it has Sukuna’s anger burning up like an inferno. You’re his delicate flower. No one would even know how to take care of you like he can. His arms subtly tighten around your frame. “I’d kill every man you gaze at.”

“Well, men can rest easy because I only have eyes for you.” You mutter while rolling your eyes. “I love you so much that the thought of being with someone else repulses me, and it… just really hurts that you don’t feel the same.”

“Flower, I took you for granted. It was a brief moment of contemplation, but I instantly decided against it. I did not desire her in the slightest.” Sukuna tries to explain, and his hand gently brushes against your soft cheek.

“You still don’t deny that you don’t feel the same for me.” You respond quietly, still not giving him the satisfaction of you looking at him.

“You are everything to me. I will not lose sight of what’s important again.”

“Kuna.” You finally look up at him, and you frown slightly. Sukuna secretly adores the little nicknames you have adorned him with, but he’d never admit it.

“What is it, woman?” He asks, titling his head to the side a bit to get a better look at your face. You’re so pretty in his lap like this.

“Do you love me?” You quietly ask, even if you can already hear his voice telling you ‘do not ask questions you don’t want answers to’… because even if he’s the incarnate of evil, Sukuna will not lie. Liars are weak cowards who can’t get jobs done by being upfront. Sukuna isn’t afraid of what the truth is.

Your husband contemplates your question for a moment. He thinks about how disgusting that wannabe concubine was. He thinks about how you preoccupy his mind majority of the time. He thinks about the weird mix of feelings he has felt today in your absence.

“What I feel for you… is probably the closest to love that I’ll ever get.” Sukuna responds, carefully choosing his words. “You, my flower, are the only thing that keeps me grounded to the mortal plains.”

You give him the best smile you can muster despite the disappointment that you feel since he won’t tell you that he loves you. You suppose you have no one to blame other than yourself. Sukuna told you when he married you not to get your hopes up for love, but you still can’t help but crave that sort of affection from him.

“I don’t like seeing you upset, flower.” He speaks tenderly as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. “If I could, I’d snap my fingers and assure you that I love you whole heartedly. It just not in my genetic code.”

“I know… I’m grateful for your effort at least.” You murmur as you wrap your arms around his neck.

His arms wrap around you, cradling you to his chest. He inhales deeply, savoring your sweet scent that he enjoys so much. “Am I forgiven, woman?”

“Mmm, no.” You smile cheekily in his embrace, and Sukuna chuckles heartily.

“Oh? Is someone going to use this blunder to her advantage?” When you nod in his shoulder, Sukuna lays back against the soft pillowy grass. “That’s my girl. Go on. Make me work for your forgiveness.”

On a completely unrelated note, Sukuna had that harlot’s body mailed back to her father as a ‘thank you’ for sending a whore to his kingdom.

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

October 04 - Edging

pairing: dom!Natasha x sub!Reader

summary: Natasha edges you while you beg.

content warnings: fingering, cunnilingus

word count: 1k+

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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡

“Oh, fuck. I’m so close, please.”

A chuckle sounded out, your breathy moans filling the room as your back arched. Your please fell on deaf ears, Natasha’s tongue moving quickly over your throbbing clit as you bucked your hips against her face. 

“Nat… please…” you beg, feeling your muscles clench as your orgasm creeps closer. You’re so close, your hands gripping the ropes tying your wrists together. Your arms strain, attempting to pull your arms down from where they’re restrained to the headboard to tangle with Natasha’s hair. 

You just need a few… more… seconds…

Natasha pulls away, a salacious smirk spreading across her face at the sight of you. A flush is making its way from your sweaty cheeks down towards your chest, and she has the urge to lick away the sweat gathering on your neck. 

“You know the rules, no cumming until I say so,” Natasha says, dragging her fingers down your sides and pulling your body closer to the edge of the bed. She kneels back down, kissing your inner thigh softly before flattening her tongue and pressing it against your needy core. 

Moaning at the taste, Natasha slowly moves her tongue, feeling your clit throbbing as you attempt to control your frantic breathing. She circles it, feeling your legs tremble from where they rest over her shoulders. 

“Look at me.”

You let out a quiet whimper at the command, raising your head to lock eyes with Natasha’s. Dark green eyes look back at you, pupils so blown they could be black holes. She lifts her lips from you, arousal clinging to them like a gloss. 

Opening her mouth slightly, she lets a drop of saliva drip from her tongue and onto your slick center, and a sinful sound erupts from you as you feel a wave of arousal course through you. Your clit throbs, your hips twitching when her tongue makes contact with it, flicking quickly and making obscene sounds as she practically makes out with your pussy. 

“Oh,” you choke out, feeling the soft rope dig slightly into your skin as you pull against it. “God… fuck, I- please Nat…”

“Hold it.”

You want to cry, feeling the edges of your orgasm creeping up and burning your insides slowly. You’re mere seconds away from cumming, and by some higher power, manage to push away the tendrils of pleasure that threaten to consume you. 

“I’ll do anything,” you pant, feeling Natasha’s tongue pause momentarily. “Please, baby. I’ll do anything you want, just please let me cum.”

“Anything?” Natasha asks, her voice low. 

Nodding frantically, you force your hips to remain still, knowing that you’re about two thrusts away from cumming. Strong fingers dig into your skin, and you feel your head spin from the effort it takes to keep your orgasm at bay.

“Anything I want?”

“That’s what I said,” you snap, immediately regretting it when Natasha’s expression turns from playful to stony. 

“Well, in that case, I want you to be a good fucking pet and take whatever I give you. And what I want right now is to edge you until you’re a sobbing, brain-dead mess. Understand?”

Your eyes go wide, your throat bobbing as you swallow your words. Choosing to nod feebly instead, you watch in trepidation as Natasha’s perfect lips close around your clit. You know exactly what's coming the second she glances back up at you, and you bite your lip harshly when she sucks your clit into her mouth. 

The feeling of your sensitive bundle of nerves being stimulated so suddenly and intensely makes your whole body tremble. It feels like a white-hot rod of pleasure shooting through you, and you close your eyes tightly. 

Stars appear in your vision, your back aching from how tight your muscles are. You forget about Natasha’s instructions, your breaths coming out in gasps as you feel your orgasm creeping closer. It’s right there, you’re almost over the edge. All you need is a few… more…

All stimulation disappears, cool air hitting your soaked core. 

“Fuck.”

Natasha chuckles, the sound raspy as she eyes you hungrily. Her gaze flicks up to where you’re straining against your wrist restraints, your skin stretching slightly as you pull. Your lips are parted, your bottom lip plump from how harshly you’ve bitten it. 

“It’s intoxicating to build you up like this,” Natasha murmurs, her fingers slowly circling your protruding clit. “To watch you attempt to grasp onto the pleasure only I can bring you, only for me to take it away.”

A whimper escapes you, the thought of finally tipping over the edge into bliss leaving your body trembling. “Please…”

“Patience, just trust me,” Natasha says, her fingers slipping easily inside you. 

Curling them slightly, she strokes the spongy spot deep inside you, waves of pleasure coursing through you at the sensation. Her thumb fits perfectly over your clit, not moving, only applying pressure as you rut your hips upwards in search of more stimulation. 

Looking up at you, her brows furrow in concentration as she pumps her fingers deep inside you. She can feel your wetness leaking around her, the sounds of your desperation evident with every thrust. 

“Natasha, ple-” You cut yourself off with a moan, her fingers harshly curling as her thumb starts moving in fast circles over your clit. 

“What was that? I didn’t catch you properly,” Natasha smirks, Her thumb jerking quicker when you attempt to speak. 

“Gonna, fuck. Cum…”

“Oh no you don’t,” she murmurs, eyes focused on your chest as you breathe quickly. You hold your breath for a fraction of a second, a signal that you're about to cum, and Natasha removes her fingers quickly.

Holding your hips down as you thrash in protest, Natasha extends her tongue and drags it through your folds, moaning at the taste of your evident arousal. 

“No more, I can’t- please,” you whimper.

“I think you have more left in you.” Natasha’s face is hungry, her dark green irises completely taken over by her blow pupils. You know there’s no stopping her when she wants something, and from the look on her face, she has never wanted anything more. 

“No more edges, please,” you whisper, but you both know it’s a pathetic attempt. 

“Oh, baby. I’ve got all night long. We’ve only just begun.”

With that said, she plunges her fingers back inside your eager heat. Your back arches as your lips part with a forceful moan. You see stars, and Natasha smirks. 

God, she loves your desperation.

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗛 𝗢𝗥 𝗘𝗔𝗧

　　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N participates in the TRUTH OR EAT video from behind the camera.

WARNING: None.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"What's the most romantic thing you've ever done?" Matt asked, taking his eyes off the open black notebook in front of him and focusing them on Chris, his hands playing with the green highlighter.

Chris let out a breathy laugh, looking beyond the camera, his blue eyes meeting Y/N's, who smiled, raising her eyebrows, awaiting her boyfriend's response.

"I think there are two most romantic things I've ever done, both obviously with Y/N, since she's the only girlfriend I've ever had. I know you only asked for one, but I can think of two with different spheres." Chris began, looking at Matt momentarily, who nodded.

"Hurry up Chris." Nick ordered with a smile on his face as he took Matt's notebook, already anticipating his brother's response. Being Y/N's best friend, he had inside information.

"The first was last year, when Y/N and I completed three years of dating and I gifted her a trip for both of us to Italy." Chris smiled big, his eyes shining as he counted while Nick and Matt looked at him with matching smiles, happy for their brother's happiness. "She always dreamed of visiting Italy, it being her favorite place in the world, and when the three years together came I thought this was the ideal way to celebrate. I really wanted to see her happy and achieving her dream."

"I remember that, it was the longest the three of us were apart from each other because you were there for seven days." Matt commented, nodding his head.

"Yes, I remember Chris planning the entire trip. We went to that travel agency with him and helped him choose the perfect package with the best hotel and best tours. It was like a honeymoon without a wedding." Nick continued Matt's reasoning.

"I was so nervous when I went to give her the envelope with the plane tickets, I don't know why, but I thought everything was going to go wrong." Chris said, rolling his eyes when Nick and Matt started laughing, commenting that they remembered all the times he asked if it was good enough or if they thought Y/N would like it.

The girl smiled big behind the camera, her eyes lit up with happiness as memories of the trip flashed through her mind.

"So I think that's one of the most romantic things I've done for her, and the other one I didn't even realize was that romantic until Y/N pointed it out to me." Chris began, gesturing with his hands, organizing the mess of tacos in front of him. "She has a horrible habit of tying only one bow on her sneaker, which makes the shoelaces come untied more easily. Whenever we're walking together, I'm the one who notices the untied sneaker first, so I always stop her, kneel down in just one knee, take her foot with the untied sneaker and place it on top of my other knee, and tie the shoelace for her-"

Chris stopped in his speech when he saw Nick and Matt making exaggerated expressions of surprise and "dying in love", laughing together, making him roll his eyes and look at his girlfriend in disbelief, who laughed quietly, sending him a wink, causing a blush to grow on his cheeks.

"May I continue?" The middle brother asked loudly, looking at Nick and Matt with a bored expression.

"Sorry." The two said in unison, wiping their eyes from the tears from their exaggerated laughter.

"And also when Y/N wears high heels on certain occasions, whenever we go out of the house together I don't let her buckle her heels, I kneel down on one knee and buckle them for her. This is kind of an act of service but that she finds super romantic, and I realized that it really is when I saw that no couple around us do it. There are many more romantic things that I have done for her, but if I were to say everything the video would last more than an hour. " Chris finished, smiling broadly and holding up a tumb to the camera, blowing an air kiss to his girlfriend, who pretended to take it with one hand and put it in her pocket.

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"Okay, next question, how long have you gone without showering?" Nick asked, glancing briefly at the question in the notebook before closing it with the highlighter in the middle, focusing his attention on Chris.

"Since almost four years ago I've been showering every day, Y/N rules!" Chris began, raising his arms in surrender. Nick let out a laugh as he looked at Y/N and saw her nodding quickly with her arms crossed.

Matt quickly looked at the girl when he saw Nick looking at her, laughing at her expression.

"Before I met my beautiful, perfect girlfriend, it was a weekend." Chris said, laughing as he mentioned his girlfriend in a joking tone.

"No, it was more than that. I know how long it was, let me answer." Matt jumped in, taking a sip of his soda when Nick told him to shut up, the sound of a low chuckle echoing faintly through the kitchen as Y/N tried to stop herself from laughing, watching the brothers bickering.

"I've already gone without showering from a Friday night until a Monday morning." Chris concluded, Nick muttering that he had already done the same. "Like, four days." He added.

"That example is less than four days, Chris." Nick commented while laughing, Matt following him.

"I'm a changed man, I don't do those things anymore." Chris said, crossing his arms and lifting his chin with a snobbish expression, increasing Nick and Matt's laughter.

"You men are so disgusting." Y/N whispered only for the three to hear, rolling her eyes.

Matt looked at her with an offended expression.

"Yeah guys, if I go a day without showering I'll sleep on the couch." Chris said looking at the camera as he opened the package of the next taco, putting an end to that discussion.

Nick passed the notebook back to Matt, starting the timer again so that Chris could go back to eating while Matt searched for the perfect question.

"The time is over!" The redhead announced, looking briefly at his phone screen while Matt closed the notebook, already with his question in mind.

"Okay, give me the inside scoop of the perfect Chris Sturniolo date night looks like?"

"What is this, Y/N who created my questions?" Chris asked after finishing chewing, letting out a laugh through his nose, his blue eyes looking briefly at his girlfriend only to see her with her arms raised in surrender as if she didn't know anything.

"Just answer the question Chris." Nick pressed, turning to face him.

"Can I give an example of a date I had with Y/N ​​and we always do it again because it was really good for us?" Chris asked, arranging the napkin on the table as he glanced briefly at his brothers, who nodded. "Okay, I guess first I have to establish here that for me, when it's a date, it's literally a whole date day. On my first date with Y/N, I picked her up with an Uber in the morning with a bouquet of flowers since I don't know how to drive and I didn't want to bother Matt, and we had brunch at a cafe attached to a bookstore, because when we were getting to know each other she said that she really liked reading books and drinking coffee. Boys, understand one fundamental thing, listen to everything your girl likes and has to say, it will help you a lot and contribute to your relationship." The boy said, pointing to the camera as he said the last part.

Y/N felt her body heat up with shyness and love as she remembered that day, holding herself back from going to Chris to hug him tightly and shower his face with kisses.

"Afterwards we went for a walk around the city while we talked and I took her to a place where they only have those teddy bear catching machines, you know?" He looked at his brothers receiving nods. "And we stayed there for a while, where I got her a teddy bear, she still sleeps with it to this day."

Chris informed the last part in a whisper as if it was a secret, ignoring his girlfriend who rolled her eyes exaggeratedly.

"Afterwards, as we were still satisfied from brunch, I took her to an amusement park close to where we were and we stayed there for hours, we even had dinner there at one of the hot dog stands, I remember I bought her some cotton candy later and I will never forget her happiness because of it." He counted with shining eyes, rolling his eyes at his brothers who made gestures of vomiting. "And finally, I took her to a park that had a lake with ducklings and we walked around there and fed them for a few hours, that's where we also had our first kiss." Nick and Matt made air-kissing gestures, making fun of Chris, who pushed their faces with his hands. "That was my perfect date."

The boy finished, smiling big and taking the taco in his hand, ready to finish eating and start to ask Nick questions.

"You two are so disgusting." Matt said in a joking tone, passing the notebook to Nick, knowing that Chris would sit there.

Y/N smiled behind the camera, her cheeks already hurting from how much she was doing it, her heart warming up while hearing Chris talk about them with so much love, feeling like she could fall in love with him all over again.

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extra - comments:

"omg Chris seems like a really great boyfriend!!"

"they are so pretty together."

"one day I want to have a partner who cares about me as much as Chris cares about Y/N."

"the fact that he took her TO ITALY just because he wanted to see her happy 😭"

"Chris, the last romantic man on earth."

"the way he talks about her 😫"

"get married already."

"petition for Y/N and Chris to make a video talking about all his romantic acts ✏️📄"

[dogwithrabies]

【★】 cws: sub!scara, gn reader but described as afab, whiny scara

【☆】 I got a few requests for a part 2 of *this* , so i spent the past few weeks trying to come up with something, enjoy (not proof read)

word count: 3.2k

The sun shines on your eyes, the warm light slowly waking you up. Slowly blinking the fogginess away, you take conscience of the empty space next to you.

Did he leave you behind?

Your eyes shift as they spot movement, his back is facing you and he seems busy with tying the bow on his obi. He stops as he hears you sitting up behind him.

“I got you breakfast,” he points at a sunsettia on his right. He doesn’t give you time to thank him, immediately speaking up again. “Buer was asking how the expedition was going, we should probably hurry up,”

You stop half-bite in the sunsettia as the words sink in- but again he's faster, almost as if he sensed your confusion.

“She watches over me when I'm outside of the Palace,” there’s a tinge of annoyance as he keeps speaking, “I still am her prisoner after all.”

“... Does she watch over you, like, all the time?”

You stumble with your words as you gather your composure, the prospect of Nahida witnessing yesterday’s event is enough to make you panic for a second.

His shoulders tense momentarily, "No, she knows when to look away." A slight pink dusts his cheeks as he thinks about your hands on him again.

Quickly munching your way through breakfast and packing the tent back up, your travels resume once again.

The trek is still mostly silent, just less awkward this time. The wanderer slowed down his pace to match it with yours, walking next to you instead of being miles ahead.

The mission itself was relatively easy- just retrieving an object- a dendro core or whatever Buer said it was called. The only issue was its location, deep into the Avidya forest, hence why she decided to send the Wanderer after it.

He reluctantly accepted, (not that he had a choice to begin with, being her "prisoner" and all), even less willing when Buer mentioned Aether accompanying him. He was already dreading the prospect of walking around with that annoying flying thing, and then you showed up. And he thought things couldn't get worse.

He finds himself thinking about your words over and over "You're stuck with me now." He hopes it wasn't just an "in the heat of the moment" thing. The way you held him and kissed him had strings tugging at his non-existent heart, beating so loud it was ringing in his ears.

He was considering slowing down the mission's progress just to have an excuse to be close to you again. But that thought quickly gets swatted away, with the core now retrieved it was time to head back.

***

Nahida's words echoed in the Palace of Surasthana, sounding solemn and serious as she explained the importance of the core.

But the Wanderer was not listening. His eyes unfocused and staring at the ground. So deep in thought he didn’t even notice the fleeting glances Buer was giving him. She quickly wraps up her discourse, dismissing you both with a smile.

It was kind of anti-climactic, the day went surprisingly smooth, no twists or epic adventure. You think about Aether and Paimon, who somehow always manage to find themselves in the eye of the storm of any situation, for a second you envy them, but yet again the thought of dealing with problem after problem deters you from that thought. You’ve had enough action, after all, you got to see Kunikuzushi’s carefully crafted façade crumble in front of you like a tower of cards. He was even more docile after the deed and didn’t even bother to come up with any insult to throw at you during the trek back. You wanted to see more of that, you decided.

You hear his footsteps as he walks away from the center of the grandiose room. His beautifully crafted sleeves sway with each step. Quickly catching up with him, he glances at you. There’s a sly smile on your face, it seeps in your tone as you speak.

“Where are you going?”

He sounds a bit exasperated as he responds, “To my room.” It’s a short sentence, as if he was trying to get away with the bare minimum of conversation.

“Oh, right. You’re still staying here.” The whole palace was stunning, intricate designs adorning both the inside and the outside walls. Was his room as fancy?

“Can I see it? your room, I mean.” He grumbles while still walking. “Why? There is nothing to see. It’s a momentary allocation anyway.”

"But I’m curious.” You catch up when he puts a little bit of distance between you again. Why can’t he just deny you? He can’t bring himself to say no to you this time, sighing silently as he finds himself in front of the door of his room.

“... I guess. Since we’re already here.” He reluctantly pushes the door letting the both of you step inside. The tinted glass of the window gives a peaceful atmosphere, the sun rays emanating a nice heat wherever they land. He stands in the middle of the room awkwardly, following your gaze as you look around.

Sure, it’s a fancy room, but it’s just so bare.

There’s one bed, the blankets and pillows are perfectly smoothed out, one wardrobe in the corner of the room, and nothing else. It doesn’t even look lived-in, perhaps Nahida cleaned it up while he was out but you highly doubt that. Clean and organized to the bare fits him, you conclude.

“You’ve seen it now. You can leave.” He mutters under his breath as he puts down his hat. You decide to play with him for a bit.

“Aw, already kicking me out?” You feign being hurt as you walk up to him.

He looks up to you as your hands reach out to him, playfully twirling the tufts of hair on his neck. “I’ve had enough of you these past few days.” Liar. He can’t bring himself to admit that he craves your touch, denial is more comfortable. Your eyes lock for a second, deeply staring into each other.

His mouth opens for a few seconds, but whatever words he was conjuring up die down in his throat as he sighs and closes his eyes.

Docile.

“If you want something you have to speak up.” You slowly close the gap between your bodies. The zones where your body comes in contact with his are warm.

Insufferable. He thinks. Of course, you’d make him work for it, but he decides to play along.

“Same goes for you, you’re all over me.” It’s his turn to smirk now, he caught you off guard, that sly smile disappearing momentarily.

“Oh? But I thought I was being pretty clear.” Your hands glide from his neck to his waist, squeezing it slightly before pulling him forward.

“I want you, Kunikuzushi.” You whisper near his ear. Your hot breath on his neck makes him shudder. Dammit. Once again, he tries to speak up but stops. Since when did he get so hesitant? But he can’t think of any other scenario where he found himself utterly speechless. It’s only around you. He stills as your fingers press deeper into his waist, growing impatient at his lack of a response. You stare at him in the eyes, but looks away almost instantly-

“Do whatever you want,” he grumbles, a cute shade of pink covering his cheeks.

You get close to his face, so close he can feel you exhaling, his eyes flutter closed and he slightly leans in. Cute.

You don’t make him wait, one hand grabbing his cheek as you close the gap. His breath hitches as if he wasn’t entirely expecting you to kiss him. Your hand grabs his arm as you direct it around your neck, he immediately sinks it into your hair.

It’s a bit funny how quickly he crumbles when you touch him, although he’d rectify and say it’s pathetic. How could he give into such silly desires so easily anyway? It felt good, having someone like him, stoic and silent, turn to putty with a simple kiss. If anyone caught you in a compromising situation like this the gossip at the Akademya would spread like wildfire, but it doesn’t turn you off, in a way it spurs on that possessive streak in you. It would let everyone he’s off the market. Whether he’s unaware or simply doesn’t care about it, many people turn their heads towards him when they see his fair face and striking red eyeliner. And it’s not just because of his unusual clothing, he’s just so pretty.

You pull away slightly, gasping for air silently, you’re met with resistance for a second, the Wanderer’s hand remains at the back of your head, as if he didn’t that moment to end.

He doesn’t need to fill his lungs with air, but you do. Your human need for air never bothered him until this moment. How he wishes he could just kiss you forever, but he doesn’t plan on asphyxiating you with his lips.

As if reading his mind, your lips return on his once again, just more aggressively. Deeper. You actively push him back, he stumbles until his back is met with the wall.

Now, you’ve got him trapped. Not that he would ever want to escape from your touch.

Your hands slide down his obi to his shorts. It was one of the first things you noticed about him when you saw him- those hip windows. It would be so easy to sneak your hand into one of the two holes and grab him. You wonder for a moment if he himself came up with such a slutty outfit. Your thumbs massage the skin of his hips, separated only by the thin fabric of the body suit. You can’t reach the front in this position, so you opt to shuffle your hand under the fabric of his shorts and get a good grab of his butt.

He freezes momentarily, breaking off the kiss.

“What?” You ask, your eyes boring into his. He deadpans.

Your gaze lowers, admiring his puffy lips, then lower.

His member formed a nice bulge on the front of his shorts. You lowered your hand to the hem of his shorts and dragged him closer to you. Now he was effectively sitting on your thigh, the sudden contact making him shudder.

"would you stop teasing me?" he says in an irritated tone.

You don't answer his question, opting to silence him with another kiss. He gasps in the kiss when he feels your hand outlining his bulge. It's so painfully slow, and you don't seem to have any intention to speed up.

So he takes matters into his own hands and pushes his hips towards you, grinding both on your thigh and hand.

"Don't do that." You're quick to chastise him, taking your hand away.

Too many clothes, you think, the fact that he’s still fully clothed is a complete failure on your end.

Your hand moves to his obi again, pulling on the bow until it comes loose and slides on the floor. The familiar movement brings you back to the last time you did this.

Oh, how you wanted to see him all ruined once again.

You hook your finger on the waistband of his shorts, pulling those down too.

His member springs up, now free from its confinements, your eyes linger momentarily on the marks on his thigh you left last time- they’re a bit faded but still visible, but before your hand reaches out to it he stops you.

You raise an eyebrow at him, and he blushes slightly.

“Let me do something for you.” He searches in your expression for a hint of disagreement,

and when he doesn’t see any he proceeds to tug upwards at your shirt until it’s off.

“We are not outside this time.” It seems a plain statement, but you know he means that there is no rushing or fear of getting caught this time. There’s also the commodity of being in his room.

He slowly backs you until you hit the bed, taking the hint, you hike up until you’re laying with your back on the pillows. He shimmers out of his shorts before joining you, awkwardly nestling himself in between your legs.

It’s then that he decides you’re still wearing too many clothes. He hooks his finger under your bottom-wear, pulling it all down in one fell swoop. His eyes fall down immediately. The sight makes him throb, something that you don’t miss. You’d tease him for it but he leans forward again, kissing you softly. It’s short, just a quick peck.

He hesitantly puts his hand on your waist. It’s then that you realize he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing. It’s more endearing than anything, the fact that he wants to please you despite his blatant inexperience.

“Your hands?” you speak. Putting your hands on his. He seems to think for a moment, not giving you any answer, he just slides his body lower onto the bed until his face is just over your cunt.

So he wants to repay you, hm?

He hovers momentarily over it before giving an experimental lick on your sensitive nub, then another, and another.

He puts a bit more pressure this time, even going lower, his tongue swiping over your entrance, collecting your slick. You taste good. Unlike him, he remembers how he could taste himself when you kissed him last time, internally cringing at the memory.

Your hands reach out to his head, entangling themselves in his hair, holding him in place. He takes this as a sign to keep going.

His tongue gets more confident, exploring deeper, pressing harder. His lips close around your clit as he gives it a sharp suck and you moan.

He wants to hear more of that.

He needs to.

His tongue swipes over your slick again, then goes back up and swirls around your clit. This entices more moans from you, only spurring him on, to do better.

His hips twitch against the mattress, slowly humping the sheets.

Hands…Hands. He remembers your question from before, and slides his hand down until it’s prodding at your entrance. He pushes one finger in, feeling how easily it sinks he plunges in another one.

You’re warm, even warmer than he remembers. He spreads his fingers, exploring your insides. He pumps them in and out a few times before taking them out, a slick line connecting them to your core.

It’s then he decides that he can’t take it anymore, a bit disappointed at his lack of self-control he quickly licks them clean before climbing back on you.

His face is so messy. You can see your juices coating his lips and chin. Your hand reaches out to his face, swiping over it in an attempt to make him look less debauched. It’s a lost cause, and he doesn’t seem to care, too preoccupied with aligning himself with your hole.

Quickly glancing at you as if asking for permission, he lets out a breath he doesn’t know he was holding when you nod.

You reach between your bodies as he looks attentively, your hand grabs his dick and pushes the tip against your entrance. He shudders before pushing his hips forward, sinking into you.

You feel so good around him- the involuntary twitches of your cunt, it feels like you’re sucking him in. He resists the urge of just rutting into you like a horny animal but he knows he won’t get that far regardless. Just pushing in a little bit more makes his knees give out. He catches himself on his elbows, stopping himself before headbutting you.

He hears you giggle, not having the force to even face you.

“That good?” but he doesn’t answer- so you follow up.

“It’s fine, just take your time.” your hand slides under his chin, raising it until he’s facing you.

The blush is even more evident now, pink dusting all over his cheeks and his frustrated expression. Your hand moves up, swiping his bangs out of his face before both your hands come up to cup his face and bring it closer for a kiss.

He melts into the kiss, your tongue swipes over his lips and he obliges, granting you access. His hips surge forward once, twice, trying to find a rhythm he’s content with. He’s met with little to no resistance. His dick hits deep inside you, slowly he picks up a decent pace.

There’s an obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, the wetness making its own noise. He tries holding back any embarrassing noises, but it’s futile, he finds himself moaning into your mouth. He’s almost whimpering. Voice higher than he’d like it to be. Your hand clutches his hair harder, surely ripping out some strands. He likes that.

None of his pathetic attempts at fucking himself into you could top you riding him. He wishes you’d just grab him and flip him over. Mark his skin again, bite him, leave darker marks. Ride him until he’s shooting blanks, and even then don’t stop. And then you’d take care of him, hold him.

He whimpers a bit louder, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, completely covering you as he picks up the speed. His thrusts are shallower now, but hit faster and harder.

“So g-good… Fuck, you feel so good.” He says, voice muffled by your neck. He can feel his voice going higher. near whining territory. His lips settle on your neck, leaving dark spots but also muffling more of his embarrassing whimpers.

He twitches inside you, practically throbbing. “I can’t- I can’t take it anymore.” He manages to utter in-between moans. More curses spew out of his mouth and he bites down.

“It’s okay, sweet boy” You push your hand in between your bodies, reaching to rub your clit. “You did good.”

As your own orgasm gets closer, your insides clamp on him like a vice. With a final muffled whimper, he comes- the sensation of his seed filling you bringing your own climax. He keeps thrusting, riding out both your orgasms before collapsing rather roughly on you. He doesn’t even make an effort to move, somehow finding himself breathless, and he doesn’t even need air. You don’t seem to mind, softly brushing out his messy locks while he recuperates.

It’s only when he's completely soft that he rolls over, the sight of his cum leaking out of you making him blush. You don’t let him dwell on it for too long, caressing his side slowly.

He fucked you and somehow he looks more ruined out of the two.

***

After you proposed cleaning up, he realized just how much of a mess the blankets were. It was already late by that point- and there were no spares in the palace anyway. No use keeping furniture that you don’t need, Buer doesn’t need sleep (he would argue he doesn’t either.)

Neither of you wanted to sleep on the wet spot on the mattress, so you come up with the solution of squishing him against your body, wrapping him in your body heat.

He looks so small now, his arms slowly wrap around your waist while his head rests near your neck. Your hand glides down his back, lulling him into relaxation. It’s comfortable like this. Your breath fans over his head and your heart beats in a steady rhythm, he can hear it in this position.

“You’re staying, right?” he breaks the silence. It’s more of a demand than a question.

You just hum, the vibrations tickling the top of his head. He squeezes you slightly harder.

“That’s… good. Stay here.”

[talktonytome]

bucktommy au> airline pilot Tommy x cabin crew Buck. They get caught making out in the crew bunks while they're supposed to be resting during a long haul flight

ty for the prompt! I had fun with this one 🩷 ✈️

Tommy’s nearing the end of his sleep shift, when he’s suddenly jostled awake by a warm mass of solid muscle on top of him, a head perched on his chest. Evan. He smiles before opening his eyes, then takes a moment before blinking himself fully awake. When he rubs the sleep from his eyes and he blinks into focus, Evan’s bright blue eyes and dimpled smile greet him.

“Hey, you,” he mumbles, leaning in enough to press a chaste kiss to Evan’s mouth. 

“Hey yourself, Captain Kinard,” Evan greets him, lowering his voice and tilting his head in that way he does when he flirts. Oh, he’s playing dirty, using his title like that. 

“Evan,” Tommy groans. The man gives him a shit-eating grin and Tommy should protest, he really should, but damn, he can never refuse him. “Shouldn’t you be in the cabin?”

“Eh, Ravi’s covering for me,” he shrugs. “I missed you.” Evan straddles him properly now and starts mouthing at his jaw and down his neck. There’s not much room to move; the cabin crew bunks are barely big enough for one grown man, let alone two big guys like them. Tommy settles on gripping Evan’s hips, holding on for dear life as he works to unravel him. 

“C’mere,” Tommy cups the back of Evan’s neck and brings him down for a thorough kiss, the kind that leaves him breathless and makes him feel like he’s flying, the prelude to more. It’s all teeth and tongue and desperate, knowing they don’t have much time. Anyone could come in at any time- the crew is always in and out for their turn to get some shut-eye. 

Evan leaves his mouth momentarily, on a mission to suck bruises on and beneath his clavicle; a proper pilot can’t go around visibly covered in hickies, after all. Tommy roams his hands across every part of Evan he has access to- down huge, muscled biceps, across a strong, broad chest and his sides, feeling the notch of every rib along the way.

Evan’s rutting down onto him now and oh, the friction is amazing. Tommy thrusts up, matching him in rhythm, then cups his face with two big hands, bringing him in for more kisses. Evan moans and Tommy has to remind him to keep it down. “Shh, baby,” he mouths against his lips. 

Suddenly, there’s a loud cough a few feet away and both men freeze. 

“Captain Kinard.” And of course, it’s Hen, one of his co-pilots. She clears her throat. “First Officer Han asked me to find you, wanted to go over some things before rotating, but I can see that you’re… busy,” she tries and fails to hide a smirk.

“Erm,” he says smoothly. Evan’s no help, as he shakes with laughter, hiding his face in Tommy’s chest. “I’ll uh, I’ll see him up there shortly, Captain Wilson.” 

“Sure, I’ll tell him you’re finishing up inspecting things down here,” Hen grins and Tommy knows he’ll be getting shit from both her and Howie later. With that she pivots and walks away, leaving them alone once more.

Evan lifts his head up from Tommy’s chest and gives him his signature puppy eyes. “To be fair-"

“Don’t,” Tommy cuts him off. “They’re never gonna let us live it down,” he sighs. 

“So is now a bad time to tell you everyone knows, um, about our inspections?” 

“What?!” Tommy squeaks. 

Evan leans up to kiss his nose and slots his thumb on the cleft of Tommy’s chin.

“Why do you think nobody comes down here when we’re together? Well, except for today, apparently.”

Tommy can’t help but chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief- of course this is his life. And he wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

[eddiemunsonswhxre]

can i pls request eddie x really shy quiet innocent reader and taking her out and introducing her to new things and people and shows that his band plays. Feel free to put any kind of spin on it

ty for the request, darling! i decided to write this as more of a set up for some future one shots of eddiexshy!reader. i've got lots of ideas - too many to put into just one, so get ready for a bit of a series & request more specific scenarios for the couple. i appreciate you to the moon & back!

when opposites attract / eddie munson

rating: g

masterlist

wc: 1.1k

cw: shy church girl reader, mentions of religious activities, awkward reader, forward eddie, cutsey set up ;)

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ending up with someone like you was never something eddie imagined. he’d always seen himself as being with someone as equally as wild as him, into the same music, and who’d had a life similar to his own. but for some reason, you weasled your way into his heart and wouldn’t leave. 

you were eddie’s polar opposite. you sung in the church choir every sunday and wednesday, you hated attention so you stayed hidden, you’d never smoked or drank or even thought of it, you’d never even kissed anyone before. you also weren’t the type to go out of your house much. staying in and reading a good book sounded better to you than anything. 

how you and eddie ended up together? well, the story definitely is something interesting. you’d never known each other more than acknowledging a name, if that, so there was no reason for him to come up to you outside of church on a chilly wednesday night. 

“you got a light?” he asks as he approaches, mind so fogged with alcohol he didn’t even get to remember that the hideout sat kitty corner to a church. 

you looked over to him, surprised to hear someone else’s voice as you waited for your dad, the pastor, to come out of church after closing up. “excuse me?” you ask quietly.

eddie rolls his eyes at your reply. “a lighter? do you have a lighter?” he asks with annoyance on the edge of his tone. you blink, momentarily wondering why he would think someone who looks like you would be carrying a lighter. 

“oh, um no, sorry,” you say, wrapping your arms around yourself, hands buried in your sweater sleeves. 

eddie curses before putting his cigarettes back into his back pocket. he should walk away, but something about you intrigues him. “why are you dressed like that?” he asked blankly.

you look down at yourself, noting your tan dress that fell below your knees and your white sweater. “i- i just got done with church?” you answered though it sounded more like a question. eddie furrowed his brows and then took a moment to take in his surroundings. 

“i thought church was on sundays,” he replies. 

you feel your hands becoming clammy as the nerves twist your stomach. “it is, i just, i also attend wednesday worship,” you try explaining. 

eddie gives you a look. he’d never stepped foot inside a church in his life. “what’s your name?” he asks. 

“y/n, what’s yours?” you respond quickly, looking behind you towards the church doors. your dad would be out any minute now and if he saw you talking to this man who was covered in tattoos and dark, ripped clothes he’d probably lose his mind. 

he checks you out as you turn away, mentally noting just how pretty you are. “eddie, eddie munson,” he responds. at the sound of his name, your head snaps back. you’d heard about eddie munson. 

the conversation ends there when the sound of the church doors closing grabs your attention. you give eddie a small smile and then speed walk towards your dad. eddie was intrigued by you, greatly. so much so that he made it a mission to go out to see you every wednesday after he’d finished his set and you’d finished church. you started to build a friendship this way, and after about two months eddie couldn’t deny the butterflies you gave him so he decided to ask you to hang out. it was just to go grab dinner at the local diner, but it was something. and to your own surprise, you agreed without a second thought. 

not many hangouts later, eddie admitted that he’d intended for them to be dates. you were in shock, but you found yourself wanting to spend all your time with him. 

the first thing that made eddie truly realize just how innocent you were was when he kissed you for the first time. you were in the back of his van, sitting with your legs dangling out the back and watching the sunset over lovers lake. you were talking about something you couldn’t quite remember and then looked over to eddie who was already staring at you. this wasn’t unusual, but the look in his eyes was. he didn’t even say anything, just overwhelmed by the urge and leaned in quickly to kiss you. the second his lips touched yours you let out a surprised squeak and pulled back. you pulled back so hard that you hit your head against the side of the van. eddie freaked out, apologizing and saying he thought you liked him and then it lead to the awkward conversation of you explaining you’d never been kissed before. 

after you’d started dating officially, he invited you over to the trailer (you hadn’t told your parents about him). it started out with normal conversation, but eddie ended up asking about if you’d like to smoke with him. you denied it, but it was in your mind for the rest of the night. eddie knew something was plaguing your mind, and when he finally got it out of you he reassured that he didn’t expect you to, it was just an offer. at this point, you still hadn’t smoked with him. 

the only music you ever listened to growing up was church music, so when eddie told you his band was having a show on a friday instead of a wednesday and wanted you to be there, you had no idea what to expect. eddie dressed you for it, saying you absolutely had to dress like a rockstar’s girlfriend if you were going to support him. there wasn’t much of a crowd, maye thirty people, but you were terrified someone from church would see you in the black jeans eddie ripped for you himself and a dark red shirt that had ‘corroded coffin’ on it. it wasn’t anything too intense, but you knew the earful you’d get from your parents if they ever saw you in something like that. at first, you couldn’t say you even liked corroded coffin’s music. but after seeing all the effort eddie and the guys put in and actually listening it grew on you. 

eddie wouldn’t say he was corrupting you, he would say he’s just introducing you to the rest of the world. it was going to take a lot, but seeing just how shy and innocent you were only made his heart grow fonder for you. eddie knew that if love was real, this is what it felt like. it’s weird though, that he only managed to find that feeling in someone completely opposite of him. 

[theoneandonlyneonleon]

Honey, Honey

Mmmmwah ty @fizzywashere87 for the prompt <333

Fem!Reader x Donnie

I might make a Masc!Reader version at some point

Prompt: Donnie and Reader are slow dancing at a wedding, and they have a deep talk (reader is emotionally constipated btb)

Fluff, minor angst?, happy ending (im terrible at tagging)

Anywhizzle enjoy <333 (+please reblog!)

@nuncscioquidsitamor-14 bc pookie wanted to be tagged <33

Word count: 1,409

The wedding was beautiful. No doubt about it. Mikey did a wonderful job with the floral arrangements, and April and Cass looked absolutely wonderful. And even more, your date. Hot damn.

Donnie didn't really wear clothes all that often, so you had no idea what you were missing out on. But seeing Donnie, all dressed up like that? You nearly lost your damn mind. The black slacks on his long legs, the white button down that he couldn't button all the way, the jacket, all of it.

"Y/N!" You hear a voice call out, and you recognize it as the bride herself, April. "Y/N c'mere!"

You walk over to April and give her a hug.

"April! You look fabulous!" You exclaim, looking at her positively gorgeous dress. "Why thank you~" she says, doing a spin to show it off. "You look great too!" April compliments, and you strike a little pose.

"More importantly," April starts, "Donnie."

You raise an eyebrow at her.

"What about him?" You ask, curious as to what she means.

"I'm talkin about how you're practically drooling every time you look at him" she places her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow at you.

"I cant help it!" You say. "He just looks so goodddd."

"And how long have you been dating for now?" She asks, crossing her arms.

"Uhmmm.... Justttt one or two orrrrrrr eightttttt months?"

"Have you said the 'I love you' yet?"

"Mmmmmmmnnnnooooo?" You say, or rather- ask. Aprils eyes widen and her jaw drops a little.

"Eight months and you haven't said 'I love you'?? Girl-" She starts, ready to lay into you.

"I know I know- I'm emotionally constipated, okay? I'll tell him when I'm ready." She narrows her eyes at you before promptly walking away.

You suddenly hear her in the speakers, announcing something.

"Alright party people! Lets get all those couples out on the dance floor for a slowwww dance" You look at her to find her holding up two thumbs ups pointed in your direction.

Your attention is pulled from April as you hear the familiar sound of your boyfriends voice behind you.

"May I have this dance, darling?" He asks, holding out a hand. You take it and he leads you to the dance floor as some cheesy love song plays.

He places a hand on your waist, you place yours on his shoulder, and you both intertwine fingers best you can. You sway to the beat, not really knowing how to dance.

"You look gorgeous tonight." Donnie says, causing you to blush and look away. You werent the best with taking compliments.

"Look at me, would you?" He requests, squeezing your waist ever so slightly. You still dont, your gaze resting on your hand perched on his shoulder rather than his eyes.

"Is everything alright, darling?" He asks, raising a drawn on eyebrow at you. You shrug, and he momentarily lets go of your waist to gently move your chin so you look at him. You meet his eyes and blush. The corner of his mouth quirks up in a half smile as he cocks his head slightly.

"You okay?" He asks again, waiting for verbal confirmation.

"Yeah.... I'm fine, I just-" you start, averting your gaze once again. He looks at you, waiting for you to finish. Gosh, he was so patient with you. The way he looks at you, everything thing about him, just him. You loved him so much. Now if only you could tell him that.

"I dunno..." Is what you settle on. "Its just a lot, yknow?"

"Are you overstimulated? Too noisy? Too bright? What is it, hon?" He asks, so patient and caring.

"No... Not that." You think carefully for a moment, searching for the right words. "I've been thinking."

"About?" Donatello questions and he spins you gracefully. 'What a talented dancer' you think.

"Us."

Don raises a brow, looking slightly worried for a second. "This isn't you trying to break up with me, is it?"

"Dont worry, its not." You reassure him.

"Relieved sigh. Thats good. I love you so much I don't know what I'd do if you left me." He chuckles, and you almost stop in your tracks, but don't to continue the flow of dancing, causing you to trip over your own feet. Luckily, Donnie holds you up.

"You okay?" He asks, and you half nod, mind occupied by something else. Those three words. The words you had not yet worked up the nerve to say.

He takes note of the expression on your face, and as if he was a mind reader, he says something.

"I imagine this is because I said the 'L' word?"

You glance at April and Cass, then back to him. "Lesbian?"

"No- Love, Y/N. I said I love you." He states, thumb rubbing gently against your waist.

"Right...."

"Yknow typically when someone says 'I love you', you typically say it back." He smirks that adorable smirk you love so much.

"Your hesitation issss...... Quite unnerving, Y/N. Do you not love me back?" You see the worry on his face and quickly deny it.

"What? Nonono- of course I do, Donnie, I just- I don't know how to say it." He looks at you quizzically as you try to explain.

"Its easy. Like this: I love you too, Donatello, love of my life. Simple"

You sigh. "Its not just that easy. I've never been in a relationship this long. Ive never said....... That.... To someone else before."

Donnie, being as sweet as ever, just listens.

"And its not like I dont love you, I definitely do. I guess I'm just scared that- once I say it, this- us, will become real."

He raises an eyebrow.

"Like once I say.... It..... Im admitting to myself that I'm in love with you, and that's only going to make it hurt that much more when this ends."

When you're finished speaking, you look away, trying to swallow the lump building so annoyingly in your throat. His hand releases yours and cups your cheek, brushing his thumb against your skin.

"What makes you think this is gonna end?" He asks, forcing you to look at him. "I dunno..... I just know that one day you'll find someone so much better than me, and you'll leave me behind. They always do."

The look that flashes across Donatellos face is a mixture of melancholy and love.

"Darling..... There is no one in this world I would rather be with. You're not perfect, sure. But neither am i. And I can promise you, that I will not be leaving you any time soon. Y/N I love you, more than anything or anyone, okay? And by Galileo that will never change. Understand? So, take your worries about me finding someome better and throw them out, because I don't want anyone else. I want you."

By the time he finishes you're nearly on the verge of tears. He pulls you closer into an embrace and you resist the urge to bury your face into the crook of his neck.

"God..... You're perfect...." You say quietly. He responds with "I know, dearest."

"I love you, Donatello, love of my life." You tell him, backing up from the embrace to look into his eyes. He smiles that beautiful smile at you.

He says "I love you too, Y/N. More than anything." before he captures your lips in the sweetest, softest kiss you've ever experienced.

The song ends and Mikey comes on the mic.

"Alllllright party people! Time to pump it up!"

The next song starts and you turn to Don once you recognize the opening. He looks at you the same, a grin spreading across his face.

He grabs both you hands and dances with you, singing along to the ABBA song playing over the sound system.

"Honey, honey how you feel me, uh huh. Honey, honey nearly killed me, uh huh. Honey, honey."

You look around, seeing Leo dancing with his boyfriend, April and Cass dancing together, Raph dancing a little on the side, Mikey dancing with himself by the laptop controlling the music, and Donnie. The love of your life, dancing with you, swaying to the music and spinning you around.

In that moment, you knew just how lucky you were. To be a part of a family like this, to have someone like Donatello. There was no where else you'd rather be.

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Since this is named after one of my fave ABBA songs I wanted to include my headcanons for the boys' fave ABBA songs

Raph: SOS

Leo: Dancing Queen

Donnie: Gimme, Gimme, Gimme (Man After Midnight)

Mikey: Lay All Your Love On Me

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He reminded you of a bunny, an animal.

Oliver Quick was reticent compared to the hearty, high conversation around the table that night. He was stuck out like a sore thumb in contrast to the Cattons, a family line of the prestigious. High on the grace of themselves and each other. Blissfully unaware of anyone or anything past what they offer to their inflated egos. And who were you, to make such unprincipled claims against family? Against blood?

Mother  – Elspeth, as she insists all the children call her – had always made snide, discreet digs at you. Shielded with a manipulative curl of the whoreish pinks of her lipstick. Underneath those sly comments is a white-hot grudge, directed toward her only daughter of blood and the Catton heiress everybody just seemed to have forgotten about.

‘You only think of yourself.’ She says. 

‘You only believe you’re superior because you abandoned the only people who’ll ever care for you.’

But they never cared for you. Not in the slightest.

You were the only descendant of the new-age family line that didn’t reside under the roof of Saltburn, causing waves in the circles of old money when you took your trust fund (and dignity) in a single palm and vanished to New Mexico. 

Nevertheless, to maintain access to the trust fund, you have been spending the entirety of every summer with your bloodline you inherently disowned. Money was the bottom line, the bottom line of every transaction you make with your parents. Which wasn’t a problem in the slightest, considering in their eyes, how much you were worth was the only thing cardinal about you.

You had stayed summers long enough to recognize the twisted, Catton-branded pattern your brother, Felix, had fallen into. In your eyes, he wasn’t fit to be claimed the bloodline heir. His blood is unsavory and debilitated. During the presidency of his birth, Elspeth had been participating in affairs with men who would’ve directly tainted both the reputation of the family name. As well as the bloodline.

The crimson redness of your dagger-shaped nails clinks along the side of the thin wineglass in your palm. Those morals of clean blood had been hammered into your head for decades, no matter how much your mother preached her modernized values.

Elspeth was still the same harlot she was all those years prior. 

The exact reason why instead of disturbance, thinly veiled amusement is masked between your hues as you witnessed Elspeth’s conversation with Oliver. The wrinkle of her eye crinkled furthermore with maliciousness, masked with honeyed words. Oliver reacts in a manner especially foreign to you. The apples of his cheeks pinken as Elspeth momentarily offers a palm toward the muscle of his arm, a singular touch as Oliver’s lips clamped together. Unable to respond for a beat of a moment. The cogs behind Oliver’s eyes turn and work soundlessly, having to be coorused by Elspeth herself to respond. 

Oliver was a stark difference from Felix’s past pets, brought to the household each summer for the entertainment of all. You observe him thoroughly, without shame. Nobody would question you anyway, especially the Catton children. The food chain of the bloodline stands unquestioned with Felix toppling all competition. But you were there first, and the force of that power still stands. 

All that you knew was that Oliver would be at the very bottom. A stark, white rabbit amongst the lions and wolves. The sheep's clothing they wear? Deteriorated. 

And you’d die for a chance to snap your jaws around his neck.

Even though you were barely a decade older compared to the other descendants of the Catton name, your tastes in sexuality had simmered. You have had your fair share of flings, basking in sensual attention like how your younger relatives are receiving nowadays. 

You’ve made the stark assumption that only a few strains of men and woman could cause that familiar warmth to unfurl within the depths of her core. But you were solely mistaken, as the cobalt hues of Oliver Quick met yours. They withheld the sweetest traces of caramel that caused something to stir. Something that caused the top of your bare thighs to squeeze together absentmindedly.

Oliver’s once-pinkened cheeks redden once again. He was the first to look away.

Run, bunny, run. The words bounce around your skull aimlessly, as if the density of your head were hollow. Your only set intention was the young man across the cherry-wood table, and how your lips curl upward at the thought. 

An unmistakable atmosphere of tension ridged itself between the two. Unmistakeable enough for Oliver to virtually scramble from his chair with a lowly hinged creak as soon as the black-tie dinner was to be dismissed, disappearing into the estate’s foyer without another word. In the process, silencing the remainder of the table as they escape the metaphorical weight of their chairs.

‘Someone had to go.’ Farleigh snarks, expression feigning boredom.

Elspeth offers a scoff in turn, though the weariness of her hues twinkle with stuffed amusement. ‘Don’t be silly, Farleigh.’

On the other hand, Felix’s brow wrinkles. You tune out the roar of masculine voices and a battle of ego as the two relatives bicker over the treatment of their guests. The hypocritical bounds and leaps of their voices were enough for your meal of fancy, fickle steak and fluffy, mashed potatoes to churn in your stomach.

As much as Felix preaches for his adoration of Oliver Quick, the entire household – even the thinness of the estate walls – knows that he’s only a temporary fix to his hunger for the disadvantaged. Viewing himself as a saint, veiling the sin that reverberated inside. Even Felix is willing to slip unsavory words about Oliver’s history before their friendship, especially his mother’s drug addiction. 

You shortly realized you were the only one who hadn’t uttered a single word about Oliver. Yet, at least.  You were the only person under the Catton's roof. You’ve maintained formality, and politeness in the scarce cases of passing the salt along the length of the table. But there was nothing polite in the way the relentless azure of his eyes bored into your own, obstructing every value and moral you’ve ever known.

They always said curiosity would eventually kill the cat. The claws of your nails threaten to dig into the hitch of your thigh, deep to the point of drawn blood.

You needed to know about him.

The soles of your crimson-sheathed heels click against the top of the blemishless floorings. The space between your shoulder blades bur without missing a beat, bound to be from the hawk-eyes of Elspeth Catton and her descendants that followed. Nevertheless, you push past the judgment and persevere forward toward the same foyer Oliver had vanished into.

The double-storied entrance room was as grand as the rest of the estate. Dark 

strains of oak are the main attraction, revealing the old-money origins of Saltburn. Jars of incense sticks decorate the occasional corner, the passionate white musk filling the atmosphere, tickling the back of your throat as you inhale.

The peace-brimming silence is sliced with a stressed rummaging from the door placed offside, shielded behind the wood-trimmed stairway. You prided yourself on minding your own business, but you couldn’t help but shuffle a tad closer. Enough to catch a glimpse of a singular bead of light, trickling out of the gap the door had made.

You cursed the thrum of your heels as you ventured closer. Hand strained against the top of the engraved door, sending strained words to the universe as you threaten to inch it wider and wider open.

All that secrecy disappeared from your body at the sight of Oliver Quick. It took you a few, prolonged seconds to recognize the young man amid the shadows. The sight of his scruffy, pale knees pressed against the ground. A crown of wavy, brunette locks shielded the focused curve of his eye as he rummaged through something. You couldn’t help it, fingers curling to widen the door a little more.

Creak.

Nothing could prepare you for what you witnessed before you. Even the panicked alarm that flares in the cobalt of Oliver’s hues goes ignored as he virtually snaps his head toward you. Amid his hands, various Catton heirlooms have gone untouched. Useless to some, priceless to others, and you guessed Oliver had made his mark on that.

‘What in the world are you doing with Aunty Start’s Apollo earrings?’

The words escaped you in a rush. Who knew that that your snow-white, innocent bunny had nefarious means within the Catton family? You exaggerate aunty’s last name, a slight teetering edge of glee trickling into you at the sight of grieving recognition that filled Oliver’s eyes.

 You stepped fully into the doorway.

‘I wonder what Farleigh would think about that.’

Oliver didn’t take the threat lightly, notable by the slight shake in his voice. “You wouldn’t.” He insisted. His hands scrambled, and the box propped between his fingers slipped and clattered across the oak of the storage room’s grounding.

The sole of your heel slams against the bottom of the door, widening it entirely. You entered the room with a click of the underside of your shoes, reverberating throughout the suddenly too-cold, too-hollow room you found yourself in. The only sense of illumination is the light from the foyer, trickling into the suddenly too-compact expanse.

You crouched down. Knees hitting the base of the flooring similarly to Oliver’s own, barely a foot or two away. You could hear the tameness of his breaths. The sharp, panicked gasps and swallows that only made your lips twist upward. The threat was there, looming over Oliver’s head, choking him by the throat.

‘Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. You decide, Ollie.’

‘How–’

The length of your fingers curled around the curve of his cheeks, pressed into the slight hollowness that would follow. Silencing him in turn. The splinters of illumination from the doorway behind them manage to offer an iridescent glow toward the plumpness of Oliver’s lips as you squeeze half of his alluring face. 

You hadn’t expected the first, proper interactions with Oliver Quick to wind up in his manner. But you have no intention to stop. The fashion in which his eyes bore into your own, gaze hawk-like as he stared down at you. Eyelashes fluttering. Pupils dilated.

A wave of awareness rolled through you at the sight. Those same splinters of warmth unfurled in the base of your abdomen.

‘What are you doing here, Oliver?’

Your digits eased around the sides of his face to allow him to speak. The cheeks you once grappled somewhat pinkened once more, face glowing under your undivided attention.

Oliver’s breaths grew slower and slower. As if your touch drunken him.

‘Felix invited me,’ his words were borderlining a whine, scrambling to explain himself. ‘For the summer.’

The base of your eyebrows drew together darkly. The amusement reverberating in your eyes dissolved into a slight annoyance. Your fingers traveled toward the curve of his chin, taking it into your possession in a rough matter it sends Oliver’s eyes to rounden in response. He was a sick, sick liar.

He corrected himself, in seconds. ‘For revenge.’

‘Revenge?’

Despite your concentration, you hadn’t realized the lack of distance placed between you and Oliver. The proximity is intoxicating. To the point in which you felt the soft exhale of his breath fan across the form of your painted lips. His scent disturbed the twist of white musk and dust in the air, catching you off guard.

You dipped your head further upward. A single breath away from his own. 

Oliver’s words scrambled from his parted lips, each syllable trembling. ‘Revenge.’ He confirmed with a singular breath.

That singular breath that was virtually snatched away from him as you captured those plump lips with your own. A warm hum of pleasure buzzes throughout your body, sensations setting your nerves on fire as your mouth brushes across his.

You retreated into yourself momentarily. Ears perked up as Oliver drew in a sharp intake of breath, eyes half-lidded and glazed over with a glimmer of euphoria. He inched forward. A small movement that confirmed the lust that sparks behind his hues. 

Honeyed heat circulated throughout your body as your lips locked with his own. Threads of that same heat were found within each movement of their mouths. Your cheeks burnt with stuffled anticipation. 

A soft, strangled noise reverberates toward the back of Oliver’s throat as your hands enter the proximity of his caramel-like locks. Soft to the touch, feathery. The pads of your fingers curled against his scalp. Curling. Tugging. Kisses growing with heat and passion, further and further until Oliver was a mess between your two palms.

Oliver virtually whined as you pulled away. The lipstick you had carefully applied the hour prior smeared across the edge of your oh-so-swollen lips.

The pad of your thumb ran across the form of your mouth, the crimson red dirting the length of her digit. She pulled a single finger along Oliver’s lips, smearing the remnants of the lipstick.

‘And what are you doing with my family’s heirlooms?’ You inquired, words soft with sensuality. Masking it with a casualty as you press onward. Thumb pressed immensely into the dimple of his cheek, ruddiness staining the ivory of his skin.

Oliver leaned into her touch. ‘I was just curious, that’s all.’

You knew that there was a nefarious nature in his intentions. You removed your hand entirely and raised to your feet on two heels. The sound of your soles meeting the oak floor echoes out, bouncing against the walls as you approach an ancient, traditional desk. Draped with a translucent cover. It was considered to be as old as the estate itself, yet you had no problem sitting all over it. 

Oliver watched in the process. Eyes rounded a remnant of a bashful doe. A spark of recognition appeared behind those eyes as you inclined a singular fingertip toward the space before you.

‘On your knees.’

You took a bound of pleasure watching as Oliver dropped before you. Those knees strained against the ground. Trickles of arousal unfolded in your abdomen, nerves set alight and anticipation fluid within you as he came eye-to-eye with the satin fabric that shielded your cunt. And it was hard to miss the stained wetness.

‘Y’know what? I don’t think Felix would be too happy if he–’

‘You can suck off my brother later, but you’re serving me now. Or everyone will know whatever betrayal you’re planning against them.’

Oliver choked back any other remaining protests. Witnessing as your undergarments rolled down your hips, down the curve of your thighs, sliding along your calves, and dangling from the top of your ankle. Exposing your womanhood entirely to him, your legs widened a little further. 

At the sight, Oliver leaned forward. Willing to comply. A foreign, almost animalistic thirst reflects in the light of his hues. Only halted by a singular palm. Your fingers propped atop the strewn locks atop his head, restraining him from reaching the wetness he yearned for. 

‘I’m gonna ask you this again, and this time you’re telling me the truth, bunny.’

Your words were slow. Diligently pronounced and purposeful with each syllable.

‘What are you doing with the heirlooms?’

‘I just need–’ His words escaped in fluent gasps. Your skin prickled as Oliver’s trembling breaths fanned your womanhood. ‘I just needed some dirt on Farleigh.’

‘Oh yeah?’

The length of a singular leg of yours gradually intertwined around Oliver’s shoulders. Your hand eased up as you nudged him closer toward you. He willfully allows you to guide him, nose practically touching the top of your mound. 

His words continued with a shuddered puff, eyes virtually glazed over.

‘Something that’ll disappoint your parents.’ Oliver dwells upon his reasonings further.

‘And Felix?’

He nods.

‘You dirty,  dirty dog.’

Those words only fuelled Oliver further. And before you could even consider knowingly degrading him once more, the searing heat of his tongue is pressed against the slickness of your folds. He works his mouth against your cunt, movements growing sloppier and sloppier as he basks in the sexual validation he receives. The length of your fingers find themselves in his hair once more, fluffed, brunette strands coddled around your fist as you squeeze your legs around him.

The pleasure that you receive from his mouth alone is indescribable. Honeyed, warm ecstasy maneuvers throughout you. That familiar space between your thighs aches, even as Oliver’s lips latch onto them. Merely fuelling the fire that runs hot underneath your skin, alighting your nerves on fire.

“Fuck…” You can feel him grin around you.

A finger shortly accompanies the consumption of his tongue. And Oliver’s fingers are undeniably long, pale fleshed worked down to the knuckle with the force of a few pumps. He adds another. Then another. Stealing a moan or two from the depths of your throat, forcing you to clamp your lips shut. If anyone walked in. Your cheeks burn at the thought.

You bucked your hips into his fingers as Oliver worked you open, curling into you without faltering. Plunging his digits into you, again and again until you were breathless. Calves curled around him, guiding him further and further toward your sensitivities. Welcoming his mouth back onto you once more.

Oliver’s lips latched longingly onto the little pearl lining your entrance. He murmurs sweet nothings into you, fingers easing their pace until you can only hear the subtle quickness of your heaving breaths. And his whispers. Whispers of how wet you are, and how much he longs to quench that thirst. Again and again. On his knees, basked in his most vulnerable state.

Just for you. Oliver both in time, curls his fingers and squeezes your bud. Unleashing a wave of fire that takes you by the throat, walls squeezing around the length as you come undone. Shockwaves virtually gripping you. Tremors guide you back from your high as both grunts and moans of approval escape you.

Oliver glows under the attention. He peers up at you, through the intensity of his thick lashes. Doe eyes blinking occasionally, innocently, as he pops those fingers into his mouth where he once tasted you. Suckling. Tongue flittering around the pad of his digits.

‘You’ve done that before, haven’t you?’ Your words were more of a statement than an assumption. The pulsing of your newfound arousal doesn’t show in the slightest, only glimmering behind the intensity of your eyes.  You weren’t done with your bunny, not yet anyway.

Oliver’s fingers escape his lips with a reverberating pop. ‘Yes, ma’am.’

You reach downward briefly. Taking the lace of your panties with a single hand, guiding the garment around the base of your heels. Abandoning them on the dust-soaked floor. Those same heels meet that same grounding.

‘I didn’t take you for a fuckboy, bunny.” You practically spit, taking pride in how his eyes wobble slightly at the force of your filthy, filthy words. A short snap fills the room as you indicate your hand towards the oak tiles. 

‘On the floor.’

Oliver doesn’t say anything less, finding his body sprawled out before you. Essentially submitting himself to you in the process, something that ignites that oh-so-familiar heat in the pit of your belly. You stand over him, relinquishing in how he stares up at you, willing for you to do anything to him.

‘Pants off.’ Your words are snappy and insistent. You almost feel like that spoiled little one you used to be as a child, one who would get anything you would desire. ‘You don’t need them.’

Oliver’s fingers work to untangle his belt, loosening the dark fabric of his pants.  The material rolls down his hips, his hardness is immensely visible through the thinness of his boxers. The bulge accompanying the arousal that burns throughout your entire body, abdomen unfurling with that oh-so-familiar heat. 

You drop down toward him, legs clamped down on either side of Oliver’s thighs. You are squeezing them somewhat. The curve of your palm cups the fabriced nature of his manhood, causing a soft moan to escape him. 

‘[Y/N]...’ The broadness of Oliver’s hands grapple the frame of your hips, the warmth of his fingers curling around you. He virtually buckles up into you, against your bareness. A motion that causes your lips to curl up into a lazy smirk. 

‘Repeat my name, bunny.’ The pad of your fingers tease the rim of his boxers.

Oliver’s breath shudders. ‘I’m begging, [Y/N].’

A gradual, mocking roll of your eyes overtakes you nevertheless as you tug the thick material down. They roll and crinkle along the bottom of Oliver’s thighs, allowing for him to spring out for full reveality. For you and you alone. A low whistle fills the emptiness of the room as you observe his girth. Oliver is virtually trembling under the intensity of your gaze as you curl a fist around the length of his shaft, taking delight in how he buckled into you.

‘Be patient now.’ The words escape you with a scoff as you feign annoyance.

Oliver quietens in your demand. Alas, as you position yourself above him, you can still hear the raspiness of his breaths and the pleasure you take in the stink of desperation high in the air. He buries himself into you with a singular thrust, merely forcing a soft groan at the initial discomfort at he fills you. Stretches you out. Your hips slap against his own as you buckle up and down across his length, Oliver mimicking your movements to a tee.

You arch into him, soft noises of pleasure escaping you as he manages to claw ecstasy from you with every singular thrust. Your inner walls clutched around him, causing Oliver to drop his head back, gasping your name out as if it were a prayer. As if he were on the verge of life and death.

‘[Y/N]?’

‘Yes?’

It’s odd how the two of you presented the conversation as if you weren’t rutting your entire life and soul into him. Onto him. Oliver continues to writhe around some more, arching himself into you, again and again. The whiteness of his cheeks is notably flushed with arousal.

‘I’m about to –’

You slow down your pace until you’re merely mounting him, the lack of movement causing a groan of sexual frustration to claw from Oliver’s throat. The side of your thighs squeezes around his hips for extra exaggeration as you proceed to speak, merely unphased, even as you are reaching your release.

‘Jesus, Ollie, don’t be so fuckin’ greedy.’

You scold through hitched breath and hushed moans. His girth is warm inside you, and something about that is so utterly pleasing.

‘You aren’t to come unless you’ve pleased me enough.’

The demand causes Oliver’s head to loll back with esteemed annoyance, but he doesn’t say anything. It merely prompts the width of his hands to press into your hips, beginning to rock himself into you. It steals a moan out of your lips, but the sight of his desperation is a sight of see indeed. You arch further into him as he ruts against the exact spot that causes you to see stars.

The length of your hand folds around the back of his neck. ‘Right there, bunny, oh, you fuckin’ beast!’

Closer now. Closer now.

‘Say my name, [Y/N].’ Oliver heaves with strained breath, holding back on his orgasm has done numbers on him.

You wack him across the back of the head.

‘That’s my line, dickhead.’

Alas, the words barely escape your lips as the boiling and bubbling dam within you snaps and crashes. You dissolved into nothing but pure pleasure. Nevertheless, whatever you had said, Oliver’s name played on your lips in something that bordered screams. Tremors of ecstasy fill you as Oliver continues to pound into you, guiding you throughout your orgasm in your most vulnerable moment.

Aftershocks spark within you as you go limp, pulling yourself together with heaved breath and glazed eyes.

‘Have I pleased you enough, then?’

Oliver’s voice is hoarse, tearing you out of your orgasm-fuelled trance.

‘It’ll do, bunny.’

But before, Oliver can even consider his release. You rise from your previous position, his girth sliding out of you with ease, glistening with your slick. You tug the fabric of panties around your hips and back in place, glancing in a dust-covered mirror as you adjust your appearance. To make it seem as if you haven’t spent the past half hour having the life sucked out of you.

‘[Y/N] –’

Oliver’s protests rise in the air, falling upon deaf ears as you proceed to exit the room itself. The bottom of your heels thud against the wood-slicked tiles as you reenter the dining room, hope in hand. Your wordless wishes are fulfilled at once at the sight of Farleigh, who is window-watching, wine in hand.

‘Farleigh, thank God, I found you.’

Farleigh turns his head, bringing his glass to his lips.

‘What now?’ He’s waving away your presence entirely, it is clear.

As much as you despise this half of the family, you maintain a clear mind.

‘Oliver was rummaging through your mother’s heirlooms. I suggest you go, now. Heed my warning or not, I don’t care.’

A look of suspicion flashes across Farleigh’s face. His lips part momentarily in question before he thinks otherwise. Smart boy. Setting his wine down and immediately dashing past you. A yell or two sounds out a moment later, and your painted lips quirk upwards in pleasure.

You knew what Oliver was up to. It was clear from the first day you laid eyes upon the household’s guest. But no. It wasn’t up to Oliver to wipe out the Cattons from existence, even though he’d be doing the filthy work for you. It was admirable yes.

But it was your job. A job you strived to complete.

You slip your hand into the slight pocket in the fabric of your dress. Pulling out a small capsule. Your eyes narrow down on the glass of wine, vacant on the table. 

Starting with Farleigh. 

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The Saturday morning was simply delightful as you found yourself at your sister's house, accompanied by your boyfriend, Changbin. The newest addition to the family, a precious baby boy, had recently arrived, and the entire clan had gathered to celebrate this joyous occasion.

Even during the breakfast, everyone couldn't help but shower the little one with adoration, leaving the food nearly untouched. As the morning progressed, you all found yourselves lounging on the sofa, engaging in lively conversations, eager to catch up on each other's lives. Changbin had been captivated by the baby's presence from the moment he arrived, looking at him with stargazed looks. With a gentle nudge, you asked if he wanted to hold the baby.

 "Only if your sister is comfortable with it," he replied.

Your sister, with a warm smile, told him, "I don't mind at all," as she handed the baby over to you.

After cradling the baby for a while, you passed him over to Binnie, your heart swelling with affection as you watched him cuddle the little one tenderly, whispering sweet nothings and making adorable faces. A chuckle escaped your lips, overwhelmed with love for Binnie.

As the time came to bid farewell and return to your respective homes, the air was filled with well wishes and congratulations for your sister and her husband, along with an abundance of hugs and kisses for the baby.

Changbin's silence during the ride home had caught your attention, but you dismissed it as mere exhaustion. Little did you know, he had a burning desire for a baby, and he couldn't hold it in any longer. As soon as you stepped through the door, he pressed you against the wall, his voice dripping with desire as he whispered, "I've got baby fever my love. What can we do about that, hmm?" The sensation of his warm breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine.

Secretly, you had been longing for a baby too, but you were too shy to express it to Binnie. Now that he had taken the initiative, you couldn't help but surrender to his wishes. He carried you to the bedroom, gently laying you down and positioning himself above you.

He pulled you into a passionate kiss, tongues entwined in a battle for dominance, as your clothes were discarded and scattered across the room. Breaking the kiss, he admired your body, his voice filled with awe, "Have I ever told you how fucking stunning you are?" He playfully nibbled at the sensitive skin of your neck, causing you to shy away from his compliment. He swiftly pinned your hands above your head, lavishing kisses and sucking on every inch of your exposed skin, until he reached your throbbing core, drenched in anticipation.

A mischievous chuckle escaped his lips, "Already so wet, hmm?" You nodded eagerly, desperate for his touch. He chuckled darkly once again, his lips attaching to your pussy, skillfully devouring you. "F-fuck, Binnie," you moaned, struggling to catch your breath amidst the overwhelming pleasure pulsating between your legs. Sinful whimpers escaped your lips as you found yourself reaching the peak of ecstasy. You tapped Changbin’ s shoulder, signalling your climax, and he immediately found his way to your clit, sucking on it with intensity, causing you to release. Gripping the sheets tightly, you came all over your boyfriend's fingers.

A smirk played on his lips as he licked his fingers clean, then kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself. Moaning in response, you begged for more. "Hmm, what does my baby want?" he teased, slowly unbuttoning his jeans. "I-I want your cock, please fill me up, Binnie," you whimpered, longing for the connection you had momentarily lost. He chuckled, "So desperate, huh?"

Without wasting a second, he plunged deep inside you, not giving you a moment to adjust. "Be a good girl for daddy, hmm, and take it all in," he growled, gripping your waist tightly as his lips found your hardened nipples, sucking on them eagerly. You felt an animalistic desire take over, your head thrown back and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Tears streamed down your face from the overstimulation, but you couldn't care less. All you craved was to be filled with Changbin in that very moment.

You could feel yourself on the brink of your second orgasm that night. "Binnie, I-I'm about to come," you moaned. He simply nodded and increased his pace. Soon enough, you climaxed around his thick, pulsating cock. He continued thrusting, chasing his own release while earning desperate whimpers from you. It didn't take long before he was on the edge as well.

"Let me come inside you, please. I want to fill you up," he pleaded between deep pants and grunts. "I want to see you swollen with my babies, my love." Giving him your permission, he released himself inside you, making sure not a single drop escaped. Afterward, he pulled out and admired the sight of your beautiful, cum-filled pussy. Feeling a bit shy, you instinctively closed your legs.

"Don't," he commanded, pulling your legs apart and licking up the dripping cum from your inner thighs. Once he had savored the taste, he pulled away and lovingly cleaned you up, dressing you in his oversized t-shirt.

You both cuddled closely, as if you hadn't just fucked each other senseless. "So, what color should we paint our baby's room?" Changbin asked playfully, as you hit his arm with a smile on your face.

[grandeoatmilklatte]

Pain and Pledges Pt. 2 (College AU!Ominis x F!MC)

I'm back with the part 2 of my Gaunt Friday College AU Frat Boy Ominis fic! Sorry this took longer than I wanted to post, but hopefully the wait was worth it! There is some yummy smut in here as a thank you for waiting!

Pain and Pledges Pt 2. - College AU Ominis Gaunt x F!MC || Summary: After a chaotic game of truth or dare, you try to figure out where you stand with Ominis. 2.8k words.

Warnings: NSFW/18+ || f!ng3r!ng || PinV s3x || loss of v!r!g!n!ty || all characters are college age thus they're 18+!

Part 1 here:

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The cold air smacked you hard in the face as you darted outside, the air drying your tears that had begun to fall. You needed a minute to breathe. Ominis was clearly angry at Imelda for her behavior during the game, but you had no idea if you were included in that anger as well. Did he not want you to kiss him? He had been giving you signs all night that he was interested, between the flirty comments and the effort he made to get to know you, not to mention the way he kissed you back. Then why did he ignore you? You made the decision to go find him, but were stopped by Garreth who had followed you outside. 

“Are you okay? That was a little crazy back there!” Garreth chuckled. “I uh…also wasn’t expecting you to kiss Gaunt. You want to tell me about that?” 

Guilt started to fill you as you realized you hadn’t mentioned to Garreth how you felt about Ominis. You recounted your interactions so far - the library, and the party prior to the stupid game, and you explained how you felt about him. He was surprised, but supportive, his thumbs coming up to your face to wipe the tears from your eyes, and providing you words of encouragement as you made your way back inside.

The party was still going, the music and talking party guests making the space incredibly loud. You scanned the main living room and kitchen, but there was no sign of Ominis, so you headed upstairs, the other boys not paying much mind to you as you reached their bedrooms. You were greeted with a hallway with several doors. The sound of yelling down the hall alerted you to which room was Ominis’s, making your way there. 

You placed your ear to the door, but you didn’t have to as the fighting was loud enough to hear from several feet away.

“Oh please Ominis, I am not jealous of her! She’s just a dumb little freshman. I don't see what you’re so upset about anyway. I’m sure all you want is to fuck her and I’m sure she’ll be desperate enough to do it.” Imelda growled.

“So embarrassing me and a girl I fancy isn’t something to be upset about?!”. Ominis barked back at her. “You should be grateful I don’t air out more of your secrets. Do you remember why I broke up with you? Or did you lose some brain cells from lack of oxygen while you were busy choking on Sebastian’s cock?” You heard silence on Imelda’s end, left to wonder what type of facial expression she was sporting. 

Ominis continued. “I imagine she won’t want to join Kappa after the torture you put her through tonight, but if she does, you’re going to let her in, and you’re going to be nice to her. Don’t forget that house president elections are coming up. If you fuck with her again, I can promise you your days as president, as well as your days as a Kappa will be numbered. Do I make myself clear?” His voice was calm but very threatening. 

“Do I…make myself…clear?!” he growled, having not received a vocal answer from Imelda. She let out a soft “Yes” that was barely audible with the door in between you. “Good. Now get the fuck out of my room!” Ominis screamed. 

You found it incredibly sexy how Ominis was standing up for you in front of Imelda, albeit a little scary. You certainly didn’t want to be on the receiving end of that tone. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you momentarily forgot Imelda was supposed to be exiting from the same door you were leaning up against, resulting in you jumping when Imelda ripped open the bedroom door.

Imelda looked at you as though she wanted to strangle you, but remembering Ominis’s threats, she chose her words carefully. “Freshy! Hey!” She said through gritted teeth. You saw Ominis’s head shoot up and look towards your direction at the sound of the stupid nickname that was now synonymous with you. Like Imelda, he didn’t expect you to be on the other side of the door hearing the entire exchange. 

“Look, I’m really sorry about tonight. We were just having a little fun! Come, let’s grab a drink!” The fakeness was dripping off of her, and while you would have loved to indulge in the torture of Imelda having to be nice to you, you had more important matters to deal with. 

“Uh, maybe later, I’d actually like to talk to Ominis.” You said faking a smile of your own, accepting that faking a smile would be a normal occurrence with her going forward. She rolled her eyes at you as you entered the bedroom, closing the door behind you, assuming that Imelda would repeat the same action you were just doing. 

Ominis’s room was a sight to behold. The wallpaper was a dark emerald green (were you even allowed to wallpaper a dorm room?!). In one corner of the room was a chest of drawers, a writing desk, and a bookshelf, all being made of a dark walnut wood. There was also a chair with matching walnut wood and emerald green cushioning. In the other corner of the room there was a queen sized bed with luscious satin sheets in the same shade of green as the rest of the room, and this is where you found Ominis, sitting on the bed, looking up at you with guilt in his eyes. 

“You heard all that didn’t you? She had no right to treat you that way. I…I don’t usually abuse my privileges here, but she deserved it. She’s not going to hurt you again…no one at this school will…I’m sorry.” he trailed off, eyes pointing away from your direction in shame. 

You joined him on the bed, taking his hands in yours, his head turning back in your direction. “Hey, it’s okay! I know we barely know each other, but…I really like you, I’ve liked you since the moment I met you in the library, and I can’t stop thinking about you.” He squeezed your hand in response, which made your heart do a backflip as you continued. “I don’t know if you're looking for something more serious or just casual…but I want you. I want to be with you.” Your heart raced as he sat in silence. You were about to get up and leave, assuming you had upset him, but he finally responded in the form of his hands coming up to hold your cheeks as he crashed his lips into yours. 

You two were much quicker when it came to involving your tongues this time, your lips parting immediately for him so that his tongue could slip inside. His hands came to rest on your body as yours found their way into his blond hair, one of his hands resting on your lower back while the other rested on your upper thigh right under your dress. This kiss was rougher than the first as you moaned against each other’s lips. You involuntarily began to lean back onto his bed, pulling him down with you so that he was half on top of you. Your dress hiked up on its own from the change in position, allowing Ominis’s hand to move to the top of your thigh. You continued in this position for another moment until he pulled away. 

“You’ve been on my mind nonstop since the library as well. You were so kind and so gentle, people normally aren’t that way with me. I’m sure you know I have a bit of a reputation here. I don’t mind having one sometimes, it helps me keep people in check. But you, you didn’t care about that. The sound of your voice, the smell of your perfume, the feeling of your skin - I want all of it, all the time. I want to be with you too. Do you… want to be my girlfriend?”

You answered his question with a silent response as well, pulling him back into your lips. As you kissed, you adjusted yourselves so that he was completely on top of you, your legs spread to accommodate him between them. Without breaking the kiss, you sat up slightly, removing your jacket. Ominis noticed, his hands coming up to your bare shoulders, his fingers hooking under the small spaghetti straps of your dress and pulling them down slightly. 

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as you caught your breaths. “Darling. I would love nothing more than to take you right now, make you mine, but I know you said you’re a virgin. I don’t want to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with.” His voice was soft and delicate. He truly cared about you and your comfort. Just when you thought you couldn’t fall any harder for him. 

“I want you Ominis. Please.” you pleaded, pulling him back into your lips. His hands came back to the straps of your dress, peeling them down your arms as he slipped you out of your dress, leaving you in your bra, panties and fishnets. One of his hands came around your back to unhook your bra, and once it was off, he brought his head down, taking your nipple in his mouth. You softly moaned as he sucked, his mouth alternating between each one. His hand made its way under the waistband of your panties, his fingers slipping between your folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me darling!” he groaned, his fingers becoming coated in your wetness. You tried to hold in your moans, remembering that you were at a party, but the more he worked you, the louder you got, the dorm room being filled with the sounds of your pleasure. 

“Oh baby, I love the pretty sounds you’re making for me. Please don’t hide them. Be as loud as you want. I want to hear you moan for me!” He let out another groan as he slipped the two fingers that had been rubbing at your clit inside of you, moving them in and out of you, knowing your release was close based on your sounds. 

“Ominis!” You cried out as you felt yourself break, your first real orgasm hitting you. You had explored yourself before, but it had never felt this good, nothing could compare to this. He pulled his fingers out of your waistband, sucking them clean. As you caught your breath and came down from your high, he undressed himself before repositioning himself between your legs. 

You wondered if he knew you still had your panties and fishnets on. You almost went to remove them, but his hands came to your inner thighs spreading your legs further before his fingers came to meet at your cunt. In one quick motion, Ominis slipped his fingers in between the holes of your fishnets and ripped them open, giving him an opening and access to you. You let out a giggle, heart racing at the thought of how eager he was for you. Before he went any further, his head moved up in your direction. “Are you still sure you want this, darling?”

“Yes Ominis! Please!” You cried out. You knew it seemed a little quick, but you had never felt like this before about anyone, and all you wanted in that moment was him. “Just be gentle with me.” 

“Of course, love.” He said softly as he pulled your panties to the side with one hand and lined himself up with your entrance with the other. You braced yourself as he slowly pushed in. You whimpered at the entry, but it wasn’t too painful, your still present wetness serving as a lubricant. Once he had filled you entirely, he paused, allowing your body to adjust to him, which it did fairly quickly. Any feelings of pain or discomfort had morphed into a feeling of pleasure. You lightly thrusted your hips up towards him letting him know you were ready for him to move. 

Ominis’s pace was slow as he pulled out of you almost entirely before pushing back into you, the feeling was incredible. The room once again began to fill with breathy moans coming from you both. You wrapped your legs around his back which elicited a giggle out of Ominis. “Does that feel good, darling? You’re taking me so well.”

You let out a giggle of your own. “Yes! So good! You can speed up, I’m okay. I’ll let you know if it’s too much!”

It seemed as though something went off in his head when you said that, as he immediately obeyed, hands coming up to grip your thighs as he became rougher, slamming into you over and over. You felt another orgasm creeping up on you, your moans became louder and more frantic as he fucked you hard. You stopped caring about any of the party goers hearing you as you cried out for Ominis to keep going. “You’re being such a good girl, my love! I can tell you’re close. I can feel you tightening up around me. Come on baby! You feel so good.” He groaned through gritted teeth.

The encouragement was all you needed. With another scream of his name, your second release hit you. He slowed down slightly to allow you to compose yourself, but was still going, his own release moments away. You sat up slightly, bringing your lips to his, the kiss messy with all the movement. In between kisses he whispered how perfect you were, and that you were all his now, he words bringing more moans out of you.

He abruptly pulled away from your lips and pulled out of you, warm ropes of his release painting your stomach as he whimpered your name. Once you were thoroughly covered in him, he chuckled. “I’m sorry, darling! I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to…I can clean you up.” 

You giggled. “It’s okay baby, but next time why not make that mess in my mouth instead.” You knew he couldn’t see the flirty smile on your face, but you hoped you conveyed the message in your voice.

“Next time?” A huge smile crossed his face at your confirmation that you enjoyed yourself and wanted more of him. He leaned down to meet your lips once again. 

Once he had cleaned you up and you took a moment to bask in each other, lying wrapped in each other arms, you decided it was time to return to the party. You ditched your destroyed fishnets, Ominis chuckling and offering to buy you a new pair. He held your hand as you descended the stairs, the eyes of the party goers locked on you as they whispered to each other. Earlier, the whispers made you feel uneasy, but now, you couldn’t care less. You spent the rest of the party attached to each other, always in his lap or wrapped in his arms as you mingled. Ominis introduced you to his friends, showed you around the Frat house, and kissed you multiple times throughout the night. You made sure many of his kisses were in view of Imelda, who just rolled her eyes every time. 

When the party had come to a close, you found Garreth again, having temporarily separated from Ominis as he was needed to help get people out. 

“Seems like you had a lovely night!” Garreth shot you a knowing look. You felt heat rise in your cheeks as you gave him a shocked expression.

Garreth answered your silent question. “Well, I didn’t hear anything, but Imelda sure was upset when she came downstairs, complaining that the two of you were going at it. It felt good to see that bitch scowling all evening! You’re not still pledging after this are you?” 

“Of course I am! Someone has to keep her in check, right? Maybe I’ll even run for house president!” You said confidently, knowing you had Ominis on your side for whatever you decided to do. Garreth walked you over to the front door, ready to bid you farewell for the night when Ominis showed up. 

“Are you leaving? I was hoping you would spend the night, darling.”

“I thought you weren’t allowed to have girls sleep over?” 

“Oh we’re not, but I’m the house president, I can do whatever I want!” A flirty smile formed on his face. 

It was already after 1am by the time the house had cleared out, all the boys returning to their dorm rooms for the night. You were cuddled up in Ominis’s arms, having just made love for a second time that night. You were much quieter this time, not wanting to wake anyone in the house.

You lay by his side, reflecting on your first week of college. You made it through your classes, you were finally reunited with your best friend, you were joining a sorority, you lost your virginity to an amazing guy, and that guy was now your boyfriend. Things were great so far. You knew things would get tough eventually, but you found comfort in knowing you had such wonderful people by your side.

You drifted off to sleep, dreaming about what other amazing things the school year could bring you.

[salt-n-salt]

my goodness I think I've said this before but ur style is so warm and cozy.. 🥹 big fan of ur shane stuff..

may I offer a goth farmer in these times..

TEEHEEEE TEEHEEEEE im obsessed w ur farmer btw .. like whenever I think of Sam I automatically associate him w her .. uggg omg I could think abt her all day genuinely

[snezario]

Technical Difficulties; Vo//x

A/N: The Ha/zb/in Hot/el hyperfixation continues... For the longest time, I struggled with how snz with a television screen for a head would even work but @stormyweaver solved that instantly ty friend (I don't even talk abt it in this fic lol)... Anyways I'm throwing this out into the world and hibernating for the next year!! Here's some very self-indulgent tv demon Suffering

You’ll have to try harder than that next time, old pal.

Alastor’s last words to him play again in his mind. The pompous freak. Which brings Vox to his current situation, standing in front of the stained glass doors of the Hazbin Hotel. He straightens his bowtie and raps on the door three times. Charlie opens the door just as his hand lifts from the third knock. Her shock at seeing one of the Vees at her doorstep is quite apparent. Vox smiles widely and extends his hand.

“Your majesty, I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Vox, head of VoxTe-”

“YOU! You gotta lotta fucking nerve coming here!” Before Vox can finish, Angel Dust appears by Charlie’s side stabbing an accusatory finger towards him. Ah yes, Val’s favorite little whore. Almost immediately after, Vaggie is also standing before him, scowling. Vox maintains his sharp grin despite the intrusion and scoots away from Angel’s finger.

“I sincerely apologize for our previous interaction, Princess. Val, Velvette, and I have given it some thought and we were hoping to develop a mutually beneficial relationship. You see, the whole reason we even sent Pentious is because of your current sponsor-”

“Alastor?” Charlie interrupts, tilting her head.

Just the mention of his name is enough to send a volatile surge of electricity through his circuitry. Vox quickly unfurls the fist he unconsciously made and smiles.

“Yes, we seem to have got off on the wrong foot so to speak. Alastor (Vox says his name with such venom that Charlie shrinks back slightly), and I haven’t always quite seen eye-to-eye, but that’s no reason for the two of us to have any quarrel. In fact, we have a few ideas that we’d like to run by you and modernize what you’ve got here.”

Little Miss Bleeding Heart’s eyes light up, her positivity and compassion almost makes him fucking vomit, were he capable of such human vulnerabilities.

“Ohmygod, we would LOVE to have more Overlords on board with the Hazbin Hotel. Come in, come in! Let me show you around,” She beckons him in while Vaggie continues to glare at him suspiciously as he steps over the threshold, pointing her spear at him.

“One wrong move and I’m shoving this spear through your chest,” she threatens.

This is actually the first time he’s stepped foot in the building. It’s not nearly as hi-tech as his VoxTek building, probably that radio fucker’s influence. Husk flips him off from the bar in the back. A small black cat weaves between his legs, purring before settling in on a nearby couch.

Before he can comment on anything, an unmistakable shadow glides along the floor before his rival manifests in front of him. Vox’s blood pressure spikes as he stands face to face with Alastor. The radio demon is wearing his almost patented grin (the smiling freak), seemingly unperturbed by the Vox’s presence at the hotel.

“Ah, if it isn’t my so-called ‘rival.’ Trying your hand at redemption?” Alastor smirks, twirling his staff nonchalantly. Vox’s hypnotic eye swirls with momentary fury. He takes a deep breath and instead of rising to the barb, Vox flashes his own demonic fangs.

Charlie begins the tour in the foyer, showing him every minute detail. Of course, he’s not really listening at all. His attention is momentarily diverted when he feels an unusual tingling in the back of his screen. It passes just as quickly as it appeared. Not giving Vox much time to contemplate it, Charlie drags him off to another room in the hotel.

As they walk around, Princess Morning Star continues chattering excitedly about having sappy conversations in the parlor. Despite Alastor’s insistence that he has better things to do than babysit his media rival, Vox can feel him following close behind them. Not only that, but it’s becoming more clear to him that something is wrong. The fuzzy feeling is starting to become more than just a minor inconvenience. He tries to ignore the rising wave of panic in his chest. He just updated his software not too long ago.

“Soooo what did you think?” Charlie’s looking at him with puppy-dog eyes. He looks around and realizes that they’re back in the lobby. Apparently they made an entire loop of the hotel and now Charlie is expectantly awaiting a response. He opens his mouth to speak but it’s at this moment that the fuzzy feeling becomes outright unbearable. And, unfortunately for him no amount of ignoring it seems to do the trick. The buzzing sensation crests and the veneer of self-control crumbles. His screen glitches out as his body snaps forward as he is overcome by the feeling.

hh’ZZZSHH’uhh!

The hotel lights dim during Vox’s expulsion, causing the residents to glance around in confusion. As the lights flicker back on, Vox realizes that the hotel has fallen completely silent. He finds that he’s also teleported 5 feet from where he was previously standing. Everyone is staring at him, their facial expressions a mix of annoyance, bewilderment, and amusement (from Alastor, the bastard). Angel is the first to speak.

“What the fuck just happened?”

Vox mentally repeats the same question to himself. What the fuck did just happen? Did he just… sneeze? He didn’t even think it was possible, at least not in his new form.

“Seems like our little video friend is experiencing some *technical* difficulties.” Alastor chimes in, the pleasure he seems to have derived from Vox’s predicament is quite apparent. Smug piece of shit. What he wouldn’t give to punch him in his perfect teeth.

His resolve wavers as he senses another prickle at the back of his head. Sparks generate along his frame as Vox tries to fight another surge of the unwanted feeling… to no avail. Vox’s screen dims as he involuntarily sucks in a sharp breath.

hh’zZZSHh! ihh..ihh’ZZSSHhoo!

The outburst causes another surge of electricity in the hotel, as well as leading a couple of the overhead light bulbs to explode. By the time he straightens up Niffty has already sprung into action, sweeping up the shards of glass that now litter the hotel floor.

“WHATTHEFUCK,” he spits out, unable to maintain his composure despite the fact that he had an audience.

“Hmm, persistent,” Alastor muses, thoughtful tapping his slender fingers on the top of his staff. While everyone else is still processing the most recent events, Alastor surveys the damage to the hotel. As scans the lobby, his gaze falls on KeeKee. Realization dawns on him. Ohoho, this could be quite entertaining, best he keep this bit of information to himself for now.

“I– ihh… I have to go,” Vox manages to say through clenched teeth. The less he said the better his chances were if he were going to keep the feeling at bay. He prepares to teleport out, but not before the sneeze he was so desperately trying to hold back, slips out.

ih’ITZZSSHhh! Godfuckingdamnit. To save himself what little dignity Vox has left, not that there’s much remaining at this point, he departs in a flash of light.

“Talk lat-” Charlie trails off as she realizes that Vox has already electorported out of the hotel.

“Well that was quite interesting,” Alastor spins his staff around before magick-ing it out of existence. He seems to have something on the tip of his tongue, but ultimately decides to keep the thought to himself, humming nonchalantly as he walks away.

Sitting on his couch, Vox groans and flops back. Well not only did that fail miserably, Vox embarrassed himself in front of the entire Hazbin Hotel family. He sinks deeper into the couch cushions as the entire fiasco plays in his head. His rumination is interrupted by a straggling tickle.

huh’zZZCCHh!

Dragging a hand down his screen, he sniffles (really?! this just got better and better) and sighs. This was quite an unpleasant experience, one he would not like to deal with again anytime soon. Somehow he felt this was Alastor’s doing, no he knew the radio demon fuck definitely had something to do with it.

[jennydeathray]

Sprout Likes Cosmic Brownies a Little Too Much

not sure how to upload a fic on here, request from another netizen based on a series made by @/asslicker0420 on tt... first uploaded fic ever plz be nice but constructive feedback is appreciated

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Even before Sprout and Cosmo started dating, their relationship wasn’t any secret. Though, they’re even more inseperable now that they’re openly romantic, and naturally, there are some who have a problem with that.

As per an invitation from Sprout, Cosmo went out with him and the other mains to grab some lunch. There wouldn’t be anything special about that typically, but it seemed like someone was fed up from the start.

Dandy was the self-appointed queen bee. Star of the show, leader of the group, and spoiled by his handler, giving him the biggest ego any toon would see. When he saw Cosmo walk in with Sprout, he debated screaming at him to leave, saying he wasn’t wanted there. However, he tried to keep his cool. Sprout was definitely no force to fuck with. It went without question that he knew how to fight, and fight is definitely what he would do for Cosmo even if it costed his life.

The group had went about their meals without any problem, aside from Dandy’s tense attitude for Cosmo seeping through each and every conversational topic. Subtle snarky comments and condescending giggles started to escape Dandy’s lips without control like reckless prisoners. It was too much to bear, and Sprout was slowly catching on.

Like two pots of hot water next to each other on a stove, the blood of each began to boil.

“Sprout, I’m just gonna head to the bathroom quick, do you mind moving?” Cosmo called out from next to his boyfriend, momentarily snapping him out of his anger.

Sprout nodded. “Not at all, babe,” he replied, standing from his seat and clearing the way for Cosmo like a chauffeur guiding a celebrity out of some fancy limousine.

As Cosmo made his way to the restrooms, Dandy gave him a nasty glance. He scoffed, crossing his arms and leaning back with nothing left but judgement.

The pots boiled over, and as his eyes caught onto Dandy’s petals, he whispered a quick “hell no” before lunging over the table and grabbing one with a grip stronger than a baseball player holding onto a bat.

Within mere seconds, Dandy was thrown to the restaurant floor with a loud, resounding thud. The poor flower couldn’t even gasp before Sprout was on top of him, not sparing any time before he started to wail on the stuck-up brat beneath him. To the others, they were watching a meteor shower hit the same area over and over, creating a crater so concave any land that was previously there was wiped out entirely.

Dandy started to do what he did best, which was whine and try to cower. He screamed as he made feeble attempts to cover his face, “What the fuck!? Get the hell off me! You’re fucking insane, holy shit!”

However, as tears started to form, his pleas and protests were drowned out by the sound of sobs accompanied each possible bone in his face breaking. Out came a petal, a tooth, and even a jaw hinge.

After Sprout initially deemed himself done, he took a step back, admiring his work. Dandy tried to get on his feet to throw a punch, but he wasn’t any match at all at that point. Sprout quickly took off his scarf, wrapping it around Dandy, tying him up like an unwanted Cristmas gift. As soon as he hit the ground, Sprout walked over his body, stomping him at the upper abdomen, causing him to toss his head to the side and throw up on the vinyl surface he was forced down against. Making his way to the flower’s head, Sprout kicked with the last of his might and chuckled as he heard the other’s skull crack, spitting on him as he finally went unconscious.

By the time everything was dealt with, Cosmo had come back from the restroom, and he sure did have a lot of questions as he looked at the shocked rest of the group, Shelly holding up her phone for recording, Sprout’s bruised, bloody, and worn knuckles, and Dandy’s body that could easily pass as a corpse.

“Um, are we going to leave without him?” Cosmo asked with worry. “What about your scarf, too? I thought I told you how I feel about you going around fighting people, anyway!”

Sprout hung his head and took Cosmo’s hand. Cosmo had told Sprout countless times that he could handle himself, but Sprout was an emotional man, and he felt those emotions very strongly.

As Cosmo continued to scold Sprout, the group headed out the restaurant, leaving Dandy on the floor for anyone to clean up, just not them. No one really cared, anyway.

[birgittesilverbae]

Hhhhhhh Ava-Mary?? Or Bea-Mary for “Birthday”:) love u

ty for the prompt smo ily

//

Beatrice's ringtone blares loud in the darkness of their bedroom, and beside her Ava shifts restlessly, mumbling something into her pillow. Beatrice is already half out of bed, one hand reaching for her phone, the other soothing Ava back towards sleep.

The number isn't familiar, but the sinking trepidation in the pit of her stomach is, and she's driven almost towards prayer as she answers the call and slips out into the hall. "Hello?"

"Beatrice!" Mary's voice is slurred, tinny like she's just a bit too far from the phone, but Beatrice still recognizes it immediately. 

"Where are you?" She's already pinning the phone between ear and shoulder and shrugging halfway into her jacket, grabbing it again so she can shimmy the jacket up the rest of the way. She pulls a toque over her hair, sticking out every which way in cowlicks formed by the hour she'd spent lying beside Ava trying to fall asleep. She'd probably been unconsciously anticipating this call, she realises distantly.

"Whiskey bar downtown," Mary replies, and then there's the murmur of another voice on the other end of the line. Beatrice puts the phone on speaker and sits to slip her boots on, fingers fast on the laces. 

An unfamiliar male voice sounds through the speaker. "Your friend's had a bit too much to drink. Smashed her phone." He gives her the address and she thanks him before hanging up.

//

Mary's deep in one-sided conversation with a harried-looking bartender when Beatrice slips into the bar. He looks her up and down as she approaches and his lip curls momentarily as he takes in her paint-splattered sweatpants. He brightens, though, when she perches on the stool next to Mary and lays a careful hand on her shoulder.

Mary spins in a wobbly arc, a fraction of a second slow, unbalanced, and Beatrice catches her by the front of her shirt before she can pitch over into Beatrice's lap.

"Beatrice!" she crows, still tilting into the steadiness of Beatrice's touch. 

"Mary," Beatrice replies, forcing her voice to stay even. 

"Bea. Hey. I broke my phone, Bea." She waves it between them, shattered screen backlit by the photo of her and Shannon that had long sat on Shannon's desk.

"I heard."

"I forgot. For a moment I forgot. And then I saw my lockscreen."

"M'kay." Mary goes to stand and rocks into Beatrice's side, her face slotting into the crook of Beatrice's neck. "I miss her," she mumbles, her breath hot and wet against Beatrice's skin.

"Oh, Mary." She rubs Mary's shoulder. "We'll get it fixed tomorrow, okay?"

"I know, darling."

"No, you don't. Ava came back to you."

"Mary–"

"Don't say it. Give me one night."

"Fine. Fine. Do you have your wallet?" Mary gets caught up in digging through the near-infinite pockets of her jacket, and Beatrice uses her distraction to slip her credit card across the bar. "My apologies for her conduct," she says, leaning against the bar. "Today is difficult for her."

The bartender nods his understanding. "I'd figured. She mentioned it was Shannon's birthday rather frequently. Had a lot to say about her." 

Beatrice nods. "It's the first one since we lost her," she confides quietly.

The bartender passes her card back with a sad smile. "My condolences."

"Thank you. And thank you for calling me. I appreciate it."

"Of course." He gives her a nod and moves off down the bar.

Beatrice turns back to Mary, still busy digging through her pockets. "Let's go, darling," she says, moving to slide an arm around Mary's waist. "Let's get you home, okay?"

"I can't ever go home," Mary says quietly.

Beatrice presses a kiss to the side of Mary's head and tries not to sigh. "I know, darling. I know."

[dreamii-krybaby]

I'm not the hashtag number one Yeva fan (that goes to you) but like I get you. Like girlie here went through The Horrors™ and they literally changed her way of being her (or at least that's how I see it,,) and NOONE BRINGS IT UP!!!!!!!!! I need everyone to talk about the lab gals RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!! Not just Nori but Yeva and Alice and 029!!!!! HOW CAN EVERYONE BESO BLIND?????

IKR?!?!?!

Also ty for giving me the #1 Yeva fan tittle 💅🏻

Also yeah I also believe all of the events that she went though changed her character drastically (she lost her girlboss privileges 😔)

Also YES?!?? I have a post in my draft bringing up on how fucked up the whole situation of the CFL drones where

The fact that they where being experimenting is horrifying but the fact its implied that they are also office workers is also cruel.

Also lets not forget that maybe some of these drones where probably marked for disassembly before arriving at the labs, like did they had owners? Did they remember their past life? Where some manufactory defects and got thrown out immediately? Did they get recalled? Was their first ever memory waking up in the labs? Also lets not forget THERE ARE TORTURE CHAMBERS

Like-

Alice was left for dead, was driven insane by the AS, and the AS tormented her so much she was even willing to do SH (smashing her head against the wall during the interview)

Nori got possessed and made the rest of the CFL drones see her as a monster and later was plaged with visions.

029 wanted to reach out to one of her colleagues before seeing them get mauled, only to become paralyzed by a sentinel and later to get her head chopped off by Alice.

And Yeva, ho boi….where do I even begin? Her eyes was blown off during an interview, possibly created a black hole while she was momentarily possessed causing the “gravitational forces detected at site-48”, had to witness Alice going berserk in the interview and possibly witnessed Nori’s massacre and her causing the core-collapse while possessed, maybe saw something at Camp 98.7.

And bc of her orange and yellow lights shown in the interview, the AS was clearly slowly gaining more control over her body in that time (which let me to my “possessed” = “created a black hole like Uzi did in EP6” = “site-48 incident” theory).

And lets not forget the amount of fucked up shit they had to witness or experienced, reminder that TORTURE CHAMBERS EXISTED, either they worked at them, or went through them or saw others go in there. And probably had to witness others lose their sanity. Like how many had drastic personality changes????

Also let’s not forget Beau too, like he was the MVP, like he also had a deep impact on the plot.