#a hotel that is really particular about only allowing

[scoupsakakitty]

Burning Jealousy | idol!Vernon x Reader | angst, fluff

The sound of the espresso machine filled the small café, blending harmoniously with the low chatter of customers and the clinking of ceramic cups. Y/N expertly poured steamed milk into a cup, creating a perfect heart-shaped latte art. Just as she placed it on the counter, Sofia leaned against the register with a mischievous grin.

"So, guess who’s coming to New York next week?" Sofia asked, her voice laced with excitement.

Y/N glanced at her, wiping her hands on her apron. "Seventeen?"

"Bingo!" Sofia beamed. "And you’re coming with me."

Y/N hesitated. She should’ve seen this coming. Of course, Sofia would want to see the group—her brother included—especially since she had a crush on one of the backup dancers, Joon. Y/N knew about her little infatuation; Sofia wouldn’t shut up about him.

"I don’t know…" Y/N trailed off.

Sofia pouted, reaching for Y/N’s arm. "Come on, you have to! Please? It’s been forever since we went on a trip together. And you love New York!"

Y/N sighed. Saying no to Sofia had always been impossible. Despite everything, she still adored her. Even though she was Vernon’s little sister, their friendship had remained strong, even after the breakup.

"Fine," Y/N relented, shaking her head with a small smile.

Sofia squealed, clapping her hands together. "Yes! You won’t regret it. And, uh… Vernon’s gonna be there too."

Y/N’s stomach twisted slightly, but she forced a neutral expression. "I figured."

Sofia hesitated before speaking again. "I just— I feel bad, you know? I introduced you two, and now you’re both sad, and I feel responsible."

Y/N softened. "It’s not your fault, Sof. We just… didn’t work out."

Sofia nodded, but she still looked guilty. "I still think you guys were perfect together."

Y/N chose not to respond.

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The city greeted them with its usual bustle—yellow taxis honking, the crisp scent of roasted nuts from street vendors, and the towering skyscrapers. Y/N took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar energy of the city she loved.

After checking into their separate hotel rooms, Sofia turned to Y/N. "Hey, I’m gonna meet up with Vernon for a bit. Then later, we’ll meet up with Joon and his friend, okay?"

Y/N blinked. "You’re meeting Vernon alone?"

"Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll let you know how it goes."

Y/N just nodded, suddenly feeling more nervous than she expected.

Vernon walked beside Sofia, hands shoved in his pockets, as they strolled through a quiet part of the city. He had always been close with his sister, so he could tell she was up to something.

"Why’d you really want to meet up, Sof?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

She grinned. "What, I can’t just want to see my favorite brother?"

"I’m your only brother."

"Exactly." She bumped his shoulder. "I wanted to tell you that Y/N’s here too. And she’s coming to the concert."

Vernon stopped walking. "She is?"

Sofia nodded. "Yeah. She came with me."

His heart did an involuntary flip. "Why didn’t she come with you now?"

Sofia raised a brow. "Seriously?"

Vernon exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, that was dumb."

Sofia gave him a look before asking, "Do you still have feelings for her?"

Vernon stared at her. He knew the answer, but saying it out loud felt too real.

"It doesn’t matter, does it?" he muttered, avoiding her gaze.

Sofia sighed. "You should talk to her."

Vernon remained silent.

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The club was packed, music thrumming through the floor. Y/N laughed as she danced with Joon’s friend, feeling lighter than she had in months. Sofia was busy with Joon, their chemistry obvious. Drinks were flowing, and for once, Y/N allowed herself to just enjoy the moment.

Sofia posted stories throughout the night. One particular video captured Y/N twirling, laughing with the backup dancer. Harmless, really.

But when Vernon saw it, he saw red.

Vernon had spent the night pacing. He wasn’t the type to let jealousy consume him, but seeing Y/N like that—so carefree, with someone else—made something inside him snap.

By morning, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He marched down to the hotel reception, asking for Y/N’s room. When he found it, he knocked. Then knocked again. And again, until she finally groggily opened the door, hair messy from sleep.

"Vernon?" she asked, blinking in confusion.

He didn’t wait. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.

"What the hell was last night?" he demanded, voice sharp.

Y/N frowned. "Excuse me?"

"You were all over him!" His tone was nearly a growl. "Seriously, Y/N? One year together, and you move on just like that? With my backup dancer, of all people?"

Y/N’s shock turned into anger. "Are you kidding me? Vernon, we broke up. You don’t get to tell me what I do anymore."

"I know, but—!" He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "It’s hard, okay? Seeing you with someone else. It drives me insane."

She folded her arms. "Oh, and I suppose all those dating rumors about you don’t count?"

"That’s different!"

"How?"

He hesitated. "Because it was never real. None of it. But you—you were dancing with him, laughing with him, letting him touch you!"

Her eyes widened. "Are you hearing yourself?"

His jaw clenched. "I can’t stand it, Y/N. I can't stand the idea of you with someone else. You were mine."

She softened, seeing the raw emotion in his eyes. "Then why didn’t you fight for us?"

His voice cracked. "Because I thought it was what you wanted."

She sighed. "You’re an idiot."

And then, before she could stop herself, she stepped forward and hugged him. He exhaled shakily, his arms wrapping around her tightly.

"You smell like alcohol," he mumbled against her hair.

She laughed. "Yeah, we had a bit too much. I need a shower."

He smirked, watching as she grabbed some clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. He collapsed onto her bed, waiting.

When she returned, fresh and warm, she slid onto the bed beside him. He immediately pulled her into his chest.

"You were so jealous," she teased.

"Not the first time. Just the first time I showed it." He scoffed. "I don't like this side of me, that's why I never show it. To be honest I get jealous pretty easily. I don't even like it when I catch other men looking at you. But I try my best to hide it." he said looking down at her.

She grinned. "I liked it."

Vernon muttered, "I couldn’t sleep all night. That stupid video—I couldn’t stop thinking about it."

Y/N sighed. "Well, I’m tired too, because you woke me up. Let’s sleep a little longer."

He pulled her into his arms. "I love you. And I’m never letting you go again. You’re mine."

She smiled sleepy, burying her face against his chest. "I love you too."

He smirked. "Tomorrow, at the concert—try to make me find you."

She grinned. "Blow me a kiss if you do."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I’d find you anywhere."

[koyagifs]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬

pairing: ot8 ateez x reader au: 9th member | platonic genre: fluff word count: 0.5k synopsis: the IT girl is taken?! who had stolen our sweet girl heart. warning(s):

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If you weren’t dating any of the members of ATEEZ, you’d definitely keep your partner a secret. Even without a dating ban, you prefer the privacy and comfort of keeping your relationship away from the public eye.

𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧: 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬

A classic case of close friends falling for each other. Your relationship had to be kept under wraps, known only to your CEOs, members, managers, and a select few stylists. You both cherished stolen moments, visiting each other whenever your schedules allowed. Having subtle matching items, if caught one of your members would cover for you, saying they got it for you but lost their half.

The members were overly protective, to say the least, when you and Hyunjin announced your relationship. Hongjoong and Seonghwa, in particular, took it upon themselves to go over their "rules" and give Hyunjin the classic big-brother talk—because to them, you’ll always be their baby.

" and you will keep that door open young lady. I'll be damned to be an uncle this young."

" ... but aren't you an uncle?"

Hyunjin’s members were over the moon about your relationship—so much so that they ended up gushing over you more than him. The younger members, especially Seungmin and I.N, practically adopted you as one of their own, often hanging out with you more than Hyunjin himself.

“Can I please have my girlfriend back?” Hyunjin would whine, arms crossed in frustration.

Seungmin and I.N would only smirk before shaking their heads. "Nope," they’d say in unison, tugging you further away as you laughed at the scene unfolding, thoroughly enjoying Hyunjin’s pouty jealousy.

Would you ever announce your relationship? No, absolutely not. But you and Hyunjin had agreed to at least confirm that you were seeing someone—without revealing who. When the news broke, fans were abuzz with excitement, gushing over the mystery of who had stolen your heart. Some were a little disappointed it wasn’t one of your own members, but overall, they were thrilled that you had someone special in your life.

Speculation ran wild. Fans dissected your public friend list, throwing out theories—some believed it was a girl, others insisted it had to be someone from your company. A few even guessed Hyunjin, pulling out “evidence” of how close you two had become. But you were quick to shut those theories down.

"Guys, Hyunjin and I are just friends—plus, he's literally across the world right now. I don’t think that would work very well when I’m back in Seoul."

As if you weren’t currently curled up in Hyunjin’s hotel room, fresh off your tour, sharing a knowing glance as he tried not to laugh beside you.

Overall, you and Hyunjin share such an understanding and effortless relationship that it just works. Both groups—ATEEZ and Stray Kids—are genuinely happy for the two of you, even if they can't resist teasing you relentlessly. Whether it’s playful comments, little pranks, or constantly calling out the obvious chemistry between you two, they all love seeing you so happy, even if they’re having a bit too much fun with it.

In the end, though, it’s clear to everyone how much you both care for each other, and that’s all that really matters.

[angeldoll2000]

Highest Bidder

Dark!Robert Fishcher x Sugarbaby!Reader

Word Count: +3,066

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Loss of virginity, Human auction, Housewife kink, Breeding kink, Misogynistic remarks, Insults, Just plain abuse, Robert is a warning himself.

Author's Note(s): I have been thinking about this for a hot minute. Inspired by @mypoisonedvine Robert Fischer fic go check it out!!

You couldn't stop checking your phone for an update. He was supposed to be here an hour ago. Did he bail? Part of you had hoped so. It would make things a lot easier. Years ago, if someone had told you that you'd be auctioning off your virginity, well, the first thing you'd do is laugh in their face.

That was before everything went to shit. Your parents ended up in neck-deep debt trying to pay off your college, borrowing money from some sleazy loaner company. Soon having no choice but to debate on filing for bankruptcy. Everything they've worked hard for, gone. You didn't want them to worry about that anymore.

This wasn't a huge deal for you. Personally, you've never had any luck with guys and would rather get this over with. Growing up you were always the awkward, ugly duckling of the friend group, so a boyfriend was out of the picture. Only sharing an innocent kiss with a childhood friend, but that was a long time ago. It was only after you reached your 20's where you began to bloom.

He'd bought your outfit and covered the cost of everything. He wants you ready and waiting for him, all wrapped up like a pretty present. He's very particular about these things, even making a list of errands to run before the big day. He requested for photos of the hair and makeup you'd be wearing for the evening. Scolding you every time you did something he disliked. He wouldn't even try hiding it. You reread his previous text message: Change the makeup. It makes you look like a cheap whore. You scoff at the response...how rude.

Even before all of this he would try to test your patience. Sending messages like, 'Do you know who I am? You should be more grateful that I'm giving you this much attention," or "Anyone would be lucky to be in your position,' which made you physically roll your eyes. This morning, he had given you a call as a reminder of where you would meet. He send you the hotel address with money for a cab.

He made sure to give you call in the afternoon as a reminder of what to do after arriving, ending it with, "I don't want to hear any complaining when I get there." before hanging up. You grumble a stray of curse words, this had better been worth it...

You couldn't believe your eyes on how luxurious the hotel was. It's entrance had been decorated with marble and brass statues. There wasn't a drop of it that didn't scream 'money'. You sheepishly sign in, allowing a worker to carry your bag to the room. It had taken a while before you could reach the top. Part of you was impressed, he had really gone all out.

As soon as you enter the room there was this sort of romantic ambiance to it. From the lighting, to the breathtaking scenery of the city. It was all so...dreamy. But this was no dream. You were going to have sex for the first time with some old, rich geezer, gross. You take note of a shopping bag left on the bed, opening it to find a lingerie set.

You held the fabric, inspecting the material. White lace, with hints of glitter that shine in the light. At least the old man has good taste. You take a look at yourself in the mirror, humming at the sight of it. Not bad...hell, you looked fantastic.

Suddenly the door knob jingles, then a heavy knock follows. You leapt from the bed, approaching to open the door for him. But before you could reach the knob it slams open. A man enters, sporting a well-tailored suit, dressed to the nines from head-to-toe. His hair is combed back, a few strands dangle against his forehead. As you scan the man's face, you couldn't help but notice how handsome he was.

There's a light rosy hue to his cheeks. You first notice the striking blues of his eyes and how long his lashes are. He looks like he'd have no problem at all searching for someone. So what is he doing paying for someone like you? For a moment, you were in awe of his presence. Staring back at the man like a deer caught in headlights.

The meeting today had taken its toll on Robert. He was supposed to meet with you hours ago, but there had been an emergency with the company's shareholders. He could practically feel his blood boiling, to the point where it felt almost difficult to breathe. He tugs his tie off and yanks for his shirt to open, a few buttons go flying. He lets out a huff, scanning the room with his blue orbs for something, more specifically, someone.

"So you're the one I've been talking to eh?" a hint of humor in his voice, "Let me guess, you're a good girl caught up in the wrong crowd? Is that it?" he taunts, "I'm sure you've 'never' done this before," the corners of his mouth turn upward into a sinister grin. His eyes are emotionless. Cold as ice. Yet why did they seem so comforting? As if you've seen them before.

He drops his suitcase at the end of the bed, turning towards you. He eyes you up and down, as if he were deep in thought, "Give me a spin," and of course you follow his orders. He raises a brow, "Come here," he commands. You stare back at him, unsure of what he'd just said. Robert sighs, he doesn't have time for this. He's slightly drunk and exhausted from work. Right now he just wants some hard, animalistic fucking.

He tugs your underwear to the side, examining his prize. He bunches up the waistband of your panties before yanking the fabric down. You held your breath, now riddled with anxiety. This was a bit too...casual for comfort. He fists the fabric, holding it to the side while the other hand held your hip.

His voice is deep, much deeper in person, "Hold it for me," he wants to get a good look at his purchase. His thick fingers slide down your pubic area, grazing against the bare skin, he hums, "Even waxed yourself like I told you to, good girl." he slaps the side of your hip, as if he were examining livestock. Your stomach coils at the realization. Never in your life have you felt so...objectified. Still, now wasn't the time to back down. He pushes you against a desk. Until you were now leaning on the table.

He spreads your folds with his thick digits, examining them closely. He held your clit between his fingers, pinching it lightly. You let out a whine from the sensation, bucking your hips from the sudden discomfort. He retreats his hand before flipping you over. His chest now against your back. He pushes you against the table, bending you over for a better view. He was in no rush.

He rubs his fingers over your bare slit. His thumb caresses your bundle of nerves. As soon as he retreats you finally snap the fabric back in place. Now lowering your head with embarrassment. He grips your chin, lifting it until you're face-to-face, "No don't hide from me now..." he plops himself on a chair, tilting his chin up, "Why don't you make yourself useful and help me get this off?"

If you weren't getting paid you would've scoffed at his rudeness. It was obvious he was into power play. Being in total control of everything. Now wasn't the time for letting your emotions emotions get involved. You help him remove his coat and tie, even unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. He's still wearing his pants, now unclasped. He stares you down, a smirk now lingering on his cold features, "Take off your clothes,"

When you start to quickly unclasp the garter belt, Robert's voice booms, "Stop." he orders, "Do it slower," he leans back in the recliner, already palming his erection. You shyly unclasp your belt, letting the straps fall off each shoulder. His hand grazes on an exposed breast, sending shivers down your spine.

He chuckles, "Oh...don't tell me you're that sensitive?" a crude remark. Your brows furrow, why did he have to tease you so? He notices your obvious discomfort, "Don't worry darling, your only job is to fuck," as if that would make things better, "Do you know how to suck cock?" he questions. You give him a hesitant nod, "No...I've never done it before this is my first time--"

"I didn't ask for a whole life story,"

"...No," your lips press in a thin line. He was really pushing it, "So you've never had sex or sucked cock before, tell me, what have you done?" he pulls out his member, already hard and leaking. It's tip was flush pink, the same as his lips. He spits into his palm before working himself up, he knows you're nervous. He wants you to be intimidated by him. He pumps his shafts with slow strokes, "Tell me, what gets you off..." he sighs.

You look down to your feet, suddenly his voice booms, "No, do not look away," to which you began to tear up. His voice is soft now, "Sweetheart, look at me," he huffs. You look up at him now with tearful eyes, he groans, "Oh...that's it..." stroking his cock faster. A finger points directly at you in a 'come hither' motion. You walk towards him, still eyeing his shaft. How was that going to fit?

You felt warm despite the lack of clothing, there's a pooling sensation between your legs. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. His tongue darts against a breast. He teases the bud with his teeth. He made sure it was swollen and sensitive before giving attention to the other breast.

You never knew it could feel this...good. As soon as your hands reach for his hair he instantly stops, Robert remembers the reason why you're here. It wasn't to see him. You only wanted one thing, and he doesn't have time to play pretend. He just came here to collect what he's owed. At the end of the day, you were just a hired whore. He swats both hands away, giving you the cold shoulder. He lifts himself from the seat, throwing you against the carpet. You're confused at the sudden mood swing. It frightens you. Where the hell did that come from?

"It's a shame, you were doing so well," Robert sits up, his leaking cock now presses against his abdomen. He's pissed. He paid you for your time, you were suppose to focus only on his needs. Every word that came from his mouth dripped with anger, "It seems like you need a reminder on whore etiquette," he knows you've probably fucked a few before him, this was all part of your little roleplay act.

"I'm not a whore!" you detest lying, what made him not believe you? Forget it...this wasn't worth an argument, "You know what? You can take your money back asshole! Fuck this and fuck you--" a hand grips around your neck. He'll have to show you a thing or two of what comes with selling yourself out, especially to a complete stranger. You've always knew deep down that you'd regret your first, but this was downright terrifying.

This man, he didn't even see you as a person. As a human being. To him, this was all a transaction that was paid for, "What did you think that website was for? It's a human auction. Not just your cunt. Meaning I own your ass for the next few hours," he leans in, pressing his nose against yours, he growls, "Remember your place..."

Robert pulls you up by the hair, throwing you onto the bed. You scramble to get away but he's much stronger. He began to wrestle you. To which you land a slap on his cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. You pause, now too scared to move. He touches the tender skin, it would surely leave a bruise tomorrow. Which just so happens to be an important meeting, "You little bitch..." he grips your jaw until it aches, forcing your mouth to open.

He takes the opportunity to spit inside, covering your mouth and pinching your nose. You felt like you wanted to gag. Finally, after fighting to hold your breath, you swallow. He grins, "See? even if you try to fight me, I always get what I want..."

You, of all people, should know this about him. Instead you try putting up a fight, "I hate you! I hate you! Let me go!" thrashing around. Both of his hands now pressed against your throat. He scolds, "If you want it to hurt I'll make it hurt like nothing else..." he flips you over, pressing his body against your own, making it harder to breathe.

He lets his pants slide down. Tugging off his boxers. He spits a wad into his hand, that should be enough to get comfortable, for him. But for you? Well, he wants it to hurt you. Otherwise, how will you learn? Whores like you deserve to feel pain. That's what you get for teasing him in your photos. He growls into your ear, "Time to try my pussy..."

He yanks down your panties before pressing his leaking tip against your opening. He muffles your cries in his palm. You couldn't hold back the tears. This man is going to break you! As retaliation you tilt your head to the side and bit into his forearm. He grunts from the pain, it only encourages him to carry out your punishment. He thrusts harder, grinding down his hips to reach as deep as he could go.

You sob from the pain, going limp from shock. All you could do was cry into his hand, bracing yourself against the cushioning below. You turned your head to face the mirror, taking a good look at your own sad, pathetic reflection. You were being dominated by a complete stranger. How did it get to this point? When did you become so pathetic? So desperate to the point where you became a whore for hire?

He held you close to his chest. He knows now you're too tired to fight him off. He kept jutting his hips back and fourth, moaning in your ear with a deep grumble. You could smell the alcohol and cigarettes on his breath. It repulses you. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were of skin-to-skin slapping, Robert's insults, and your muffled cries.

"Fuck....fuck m'gonna cum..." he grunts. He rubs his nose against the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scented perfume. He drags his face across the soft, supple skin. He can tell by the shimmer that you applied an expensive lotion earlier. Of course you wanted him, what woman wouldn't? He's handsome, rich, successful, he's the entire package.

So why were you begging for him not to finish inside? You were just being stubborn, that's all. He'll have to remind you of who's in charge, "I bought this pussy fair and square. If I want to put a baby in it, then bitch, I will," he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, biting until the skin breaks. He doesn't stop thrusting his hips. Plunging his cock deep inside to coat your womb. He moans, furrowing his brows from the feeling of your velvety walls.

"You think you're better than me huh? Old enough to fuck but not old enough to get knocked up, yeah fucking right" he huffs, "You just wanted an excuse to be whore..." His voice becomes hoarse, as the pleasure began to increase, "Fuck...fuck I'll buy you a big house just so I can fuck you in it...hm...yeah you'd like that wouldn't you?" he doesn't stop his vigorous thrusts, "I’ll fuck some babies into you hm? You'd like that? I’ll give you a baby with blue eyes…something to remind you of me…" he flips you over, locking an arm around your neck.

All you could do was whine as you wait for the inevitable. Robert licks a stripe against your ear. He grunts with satisfaction, "Want you to remember this for the rest of your life....every time you think about your first time, you'll be thinking of me...." he fastens his pace. All you could do was stare back at your reflection. A tear trickles down your cheek. You couldn't help but agree. It was true, this moment would haunt you for the rest of your life.

Robert knows it. That's what gives him such an ego boost. He felt like he was on top of the fucking world. He growls in your ear, "Remember this, I.Fucking.Own.You." before unloading his spunk deep inside. He muffles a moan in the crook of your neck, bowing his head down to feel the bliss of it all. Fuck, he never came so much in his life. Was it the adrenaline or the pussy? He doesn't care. All he knows is that it's money well spent.

He slowly begins to pull out, hissing from the pleasure your pussy gave. He moans at the sight of his shaft dipped in a crimson tint, "Fuck me...if that isn't a sight for sore eyes..." he's made sure to mark his territory. He flips you over, you're too scared to even look at him.

He slides his hand from your stomach to your pelvis, "Hold on...I want to see it.." giving your lower abdomen a light push, forcing the rest of his seed out. It's mixed with a string of red. His lids are hooded, there's a twitch to his features. He grins, "Fuck...guess you weren't lying about me being your first..." he chuckles, "And here I thought you were just another lying whore..." playing with your emotions.

Robert lifts himself from the bed. He retrieves his belt on the floor, tying your wrists to the bed post. He doesn't want to risk you running away from him. Not while he still had a few hours left. He fixes himself in the mirror, coming his hair back to how it was before. Making sure that there wasn't a single strand out of place. He admires himself in the mirror. He felt like a fucking champ. Like nothing in the world could stop him, and so far there hasn't been.

Robert knew this was a good idea the moment he saw your profile online. He'd been tracking you down for quite some time, it's been a while. His obsession growing with each message sent. He had to own you. Mind, body, and soul. It was a good idea to install the hidden camera in the hotel. He could only stare at you from his office, viewing you changing into the set he'd purchased, admiring yourself in the mirror. He had to wait another agonizing hour before work was finished.

He notices the way you'd tried being presentable, all for him. How you would constantly check your phone just to see what his orders were. Submissive, compliant, needy. So fucking needy. That little pussy of yours needed his cock to break it in. He doesn't want it to end, he tosses a few bills onto the mattress, you don't even flinch. Your mind had already escaped.

Robert leans in, caging your body with his arms, "Why don't I keep you as my little plaything, hm?" he knows you've recently graduated. But what use was a degree compared to what he could give? What greater reward than being his pretty little housewife? You might as well put those looks to use. He plants a kiss against your lips, humming in satisfaction, "Need a good girl to balance me out..." he begins to rant, "And if you ever think of leaving me, I'll send a video of us fucking to your parents,"

But the thing is, you never told him who your parents were. It was then when the pieces began to fall into place. How could you be so stupid? His username was R-Morrow.

This was no other than the owner of Fischer Morrow, the man responsible for your landing parents in deep debt. Of course they trusted him, because he's your childhood friend. You lift yourself up and face him. Your voice in disbelief when you question the identity of the strange man, now with a tearful look, "R-Robbie?" you whisper. He pauses for a moment, head turning to the side as he looks your way, "Did you miss me?"

"...Why? I-I don't understand..." you began hyperventilating. This wasn't happening. Your childhood friend had taken your virginity. At one point, he was your entire world. He approaches you, no longer a lanky young boy but a man. He cups your face, pressing his forehead against yours. He sighs, "Don't you remember the promise we made? To find each other?" his eyes bore into yours, "I could only dream of it, but now?" he wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him, "Now you're finally mine..."

[qua1ntrell3]

You could do it on your own while you're looking at me.

Pairing: Tate McRae x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (MDNI), fingering (R receiving), degradation, use of Y/N.

Synopsis: Tate catches R masturbating.

Word count: 1.707

Tate’s been gone for over two hours.

She said she’d be out just a little while — grabbing coffee with her best friend Findlay, decompressing now that she finally has some downtime.

It’s currently March 6th, which means it’s her second day off in what feels like months, and even though she promised she’d spend it all with you, you told her to go. Encouraged it, even.

She’d been working incessantly on her recently released album “So Close To What” and she undoubtedly needed the absolute most mental rest she could get. To free her mind as much as possible before embarking on her upcoming world tour.

You had your own tour coming up, so you were supposed to be working anyway — reviewing wardrobe proposals, finalizing a promo shoot schedule, syncing with your creative director about stage mapping.

You even had your laptop open on the kitchen table when Tate left.

But that lasted maybe an hour at most.

Now you're lying in bed, half under the pristine white sheets, wearing some loose sweatpants and Tate’s oversized shirt — the black one with the Red Hot Chili Peppers logo at the front.

You shouldn’t be doing this.

You really shouldn’t.

But here you are — staring at your phone which showed the contents of a private folder in your camera roll, locked with Face ID. Precisely, a set of six photos you took of your girlfriend over a week ago.

You’d gone to New York together for her SNL performance taking place on the 1st of March before flying back to L.A. the next day — then were instantly thrown into press, prep, fittings for Vanity Fair’s Oscars afterparty, interviews. A whirlwind again.

Thankfully, you were now back to relative placidity and inside the comforting walls of your shared apartment.

But that particular night in the hotel bedroom in Times Square on February 27th remained fresh in your memory and had barely left your mind since.

The pictures your eyes were currently skimming through only allowed you to recollect the moment and experience more easily.

In the aftermath of the passionate love-making you two had done, Tate rolled over to lay on her stomach — hair a wild golden mess over her shoulders, lips slightly swollen, face half-buried in the pillow. She looked like destruction and divinity all at once — and you, drunk on love and cum and too much boldness, picked up your phone and clicked the shutter.

She didn’t stop you. She just smirked at you over her shoulder, eyes still lazy and satisfied.

She’s entirely naked in each one — golden skin glowing in low warm light of the bedside lamp, the curve of her ass sharp, the line of her spine elegant and obscene. In one of them, her eyes are on the camera. Staring right at you. Lips parted. Pupils blown.

Your hand now instinctively slithered its way to your lower-region, pushing and shimmying both your sweatpants and undies down to let them ruck at your knees as you spread your thighs wide. Then, you guided your fingers to your clit and started to circle it slowly but deliberately in time with the pulsing in your ears, imagining Tate’s breath in your mouth, her voice murmuring that damn lyric from her song in your ear — You could do it on your own while you’re looking at me…

And you are. Exactly that.

You swear she wrote that line for you.

For this.

You’re building too fast. Already shaking, completely soaked in arousal, vision running slightly blurry, quiet moans slipping out of your parted lips—

Timely, the door clicks.

You don’t even register it until you hear the soft clink of keys in the ceramic bowl, followed by footsteps that gradually grew in volume.

“Y/N?” Tate’s voice calls out casually, a hint of an amusement in her tone. “Babe, I’m back. You won’t believe what Fin—”

She stops abruptly as you jolt up like you’ve been electrocuted, yanking the sheets over to cover yourself from the waist down. However, your other hand fails to cooperate as it fumbles with the phone. Unfortunately for you, it falls on the mattress facing upward, exposing what you’ve been staring at so intently for the past minutes.

You don’t even bother to scramble back for it. It was too late. Tate had already seen everything as she’s standing in the bedroom's doorway. Your widely parted thighs under the blankets were also a dead giveaway of your doings. Your eyes track her own and you can only watch as her face gradually contorts into a shit eating grin.

Oh, you’re fucked.

“Well, hello,” she says as she slips her sneakers off and walks in slowly, like a cat who’s cornered something she plans to devour.

“What do we have here, hm?”

You open your mouth. Nothing comes out. Your face is practically on fire. Once she’s standing at the foot of the bed, she bends and reaches over to take your phone still open beside you, not breaking eye contact even for a second until the screen is within her near eyesight. Charged silence fills the room for a moment before you hear your girlfriend snicker under her breath in reaction to the photo she’s seeing, the sound sending a small shiver down your spine.

“Oh, you’re such a little slut,” she then murmurs, lifting her gaze to you, shutting the device and carefully placing it on the nearest surface before crawling onto the bed. Her expression darkens, a smirk barely there now as she moves to hover over you. “Jerking off to nudes of your girlfriend like a horny teenager?” Her voice is velvet and venom. You swallow as that can only mean one thing.

Tatiana’s here.

You then manage to breathe out a shaky, “I missed you.”

“Aww, baby,” she coos mockingly, stroking your cheek with her hand. You misinterpret the gentle action and lean onto her touch. 

Wrong.

She consequently pinches the soft skin there between her fingers — the sudden sting eliciting a small gasp from you — before promptly grabbing your chin and aligning your face with her own. There’s only a few inches separating you now, and you helplessly get lost in her intense gaze and bask in the sweet scent of her perfume. A few strands of her luscious golden brown hair fall over her face and you have to resist the urge to push them back.

“So because you missed me you decided to be a filthy little perv instead of calling me or waiting for me to come back?”

You nod again as your voice continues to betray you, eyes wide, pulse thudding in your throat. Her dominance does something chemical to you. It always did. 

Tate only hums in response and you catch her hooded eyes drift towards your parted lips hungrily for a split second before snapping back up to meet yours again.

“Well, now I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson. Can’t just cum without permission, can you?”

Before you can react, she grabs both of your wrists and pins them over your head against the pillow with a single hand before yanking the blanket down, exposing your soaked inner thighs. The sudden movement along with the cold air hitting your wet skin make you whimper embarrassingly.

“God, look at this,” she tsks, eyeing your glistening cunt with wicked delight. Her free hand finds purchase on your thigh, squeezing it with purpose and spreading it a little wider.

“Such a mess. Naughty, naughty girl.”

What follows is not gentle.

She’s kneeling beside you on the mattress as she leans down to push her mouth against your neck. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation and you instinctively tilt your head to allow Tate better access as she kissed and nipped your skin with fervor. Meanwhile, her hand snaked blindly between your thighs and expertly slid two fingers into you without warning.

You cry out — breathless, overwhelmed.

“Be quiet,” she hisses as she unlatches her lips from your neck to glare at you, hazel eyes flashing. You have to stop yourself from whimpering at her mouth’s absence. “You wanted to get off to me? Do it with your mouth shut now.”

Her long slender fingers are merciless — deep, fast, curling with perfect cruelty. Your wrists are still pinned by Tate’s other hand, your back arching as pleasure crashes through you like lightning. You’re dripping down her palm in seconds.

“Look at me,” she growls. “Cum while looking at me, Y/N.”

And you do — because how the fuck could you not?

You have to force your eyes open just so you can unravel under her gaze, moaning her name like a prayer you forgot you believed in. Her fingers don’t slow until your thighs are shaking and your voice is momentarily gone.

Tate lets go of your wrists, finally — leaving behind a faint imprint on your skin. She then lowers herself to lay right beside you as she pulls her fingers out of your pussy, wiping your arousal off her hand on the sheets.

Your girlfriend smiles cockily as she watches you collapse in front of her — limp and dazed — and she has the decency to help you slide your underwear and pants back on after seeing your slightly trembling hands reaching for them.

You choose to dismiss the friction of your clothes rubbing against your sensitive cunt, and roll over to curl into Tate’s frame — burying your face in her neck and placing a sloppy kiss there in gratitude.

Her smile softens at your display of affection and she wraps her arms around you in return, holding you against her front and kissing the top of your head before murmuring with gentleness laced with a hint of condescension.

“Did my pretty girl learn her lesson now?” She asked already knowing the answer.

You nod against her neck and mumble a breathy “yes” that becomes muffled by Tate’s skin.

“Next time you want me that bad, you call me. Or record it and send it. Understood?”

You assent once more. But you both knew this wasn’t going to be the last time you’d get caught doing this.

[houseofripley]

Her Party Girl

Rhea Ripley X Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Rhea has her way with you after you misbehaved at the club.

WARNINGS: 18+, SMUT, Aggressive Language, Slapping, Spanking, Orgasm Denial. Edging, Brief mention of implied Choking, Strap-On, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Mommy Kink, and a teensy bit of fluff as a treat.

WORD COUNT: 3,230 A/N: Just a little something I threw together last night. This is literally my first fic please don't kill me if it's dogshit!!!

Everyone knew you had a reputation. Headlines seemingly popped up nearly every week about what sort of trouble you got caught up in the night before. You didn’t care about whatever the news said, they didn’t matter to you. You had convinced yourself Rhea didn’t care either, she hadn’t brought it up so you figured you were in the clear. 

Rhea began getting fed up with your behavior about a month prior. She was sick of the near-daily drunk calls in the middle of the night while she was away. It killed her not knowing exactly where you were and who you were with. One thing about Rhea is that she is a possessive mother fucker.

Rhea came to the conclusion she needed to keep her eye on you as much as possible to calm her worries. She was currently on a WWE Live tour and had you flown into the city she was in.

For weeks Rhea kept you under a lock and key but recently she had been more lenient. She didn’t care for the bars and party scene but the constant begging got to her, she had to give in at some point.

The two of you made a deal, you were allowed to party only if Rhea was with you and only if she could have her way with you right after. 

Tonight Rhea had just lost a match with Becky, and she was fuming. As soon as she left the ring she bolted backstage shoving past fellow wrestlers and crew to get to her tiny locker room. You were there waiting for her but as soon as you saw Rhea slam the door open you knew something was wrong.

“Jesus Christ, Rhea baby, what's wrong?” You questioned as you stood up from the couch, examining the woman's demeanor.

“She fucking pinned me!” Rhea shouted at you. You knew not to touch her when she was pissed but you couldn’t help yourself. You draped your arms over Rhea’s neck as you told her “Hey hey it's okay…it’s not a serious deal, it’s just one little show. I need you to calm down baby.” 

“Rhea Ripley doesn’t fucking lose, especially not to goddamn Becky Lynch!” Rhea yelled at you while grabbing both of your arms with a painful grip. You knew she couldn’t help it… she was naturally aggressive. Ignoring the pain she was causing you, you sat her down on the couch and removed your arms from her neck. Rhea slowly let go of the hold she had on your arm.

You let Rhea compose herself before handing her the pile of her streetwear. Rhea slipped into her jeans and threw on an unbuttoned tee over her sports bra before slouching back into the couch. 

“How about we go out and take all that stress off your shoulders,” You offered whilst packing up Rhea’s bags.

Of course, you wanted Rhea to let loose by getting a few drinks in her but you selfishly needed an excuse to go get plastered. 

“Absolutely not. I’m not dealing with that nonsense tonight.” She scorned as you found your way onto her lap. “I got all dolled up for you, are you really gonna make me sit in a hotel room all night?.” You pouted in return.

“I said no.” Rhea sternly raised her voice at you. She gave you a toughened stare trying to pick apart your thoughts.

 You figured out Rhea’s kryptonite, one simple word. Over the past several months of your relationship, you took note of Rhea’s behavior shift after using one particular word. Tonight you wanted to abuse the hell out of that word.

“Oh, but Mami I know you’ll have so much fun…” You whined in her ear, her hands gripping at your sides the moment you let that word out of your mouth.

Rhea shot a look at you, letting out a heavy breath. She had caved and you knew it. “I guess I can make some time for you baby…tonight only.” Rhea hummed out. She was pissed about going out…but that damn word…it did things to her. You pecked her lips innocently knowing you got exactly what you wanted. 

After the two of you dropped Rhea’s bag off at the hotel you dragged her to a nearby club down the street. You had wasted no time ordering a shot of tequila as well as Rhea’s go-to, a neat whiskey. You ushered Rhea to a small booth right near the dance floor. Rhea kept quiet and stayed in her seat trying to enjoy her whiskey while you made multiple trips to the bar ordering an array of drinks over the span of forty minutes. 

You pulled out your phone, snapping a picture of Rhea as she examined the club around her. “Oh c’mon,” She grouched. “You look like you want to kill everyone in here, it's a little sexy,” You joked before adding “I’ll be right back.”

 “Alright that’s enough you don’t need anymore.” She snapped at you as you came back to the table with two shots of vodka. You pouted as you handed her one of the shots “Are you gonna come dance with me Mr. Grumpy Pants?” Rhea shot you a glare and shook her head as she shooed you away. “Your loss, Mami.” You teased before downing your shot and walking out to the dance floor. 

You knew Rhea was eye fucking you while you were out dancing so you made sure to put on a show for her. You “accidentally” lifted your skirt to show the bottom half of your ass knowing no matter how pissed the woman acted she was going insane for you. 

Just several minutes later a man approached you asking if you’d like to take a shot with him and his buddies. You knew Rhea would put you through hell if she saw you drinking anymore but she was occupied closing your tab. It was a free shot of course you had to take it. You went up to the end of the bar and had one last shot. But the second your shot glass hit the table you knew you had fucked up. 

Rhea was storming towards you looking more furious than ever. She stole your hand and started dragging you out of the club, making sure to shove her shoulder into the guy who had offered you a drink. “Oh c’mon! You expect me to say no to a free drink?! I was saving you money!! ” You blurted out once you got to the street. You were practically running as you tried to keep up with the woman as she led you back to your hotel without saying one word.

The second the door to your room had latched, Rhea drove you against the nearest wall leaving virtually no space between the two of you. “You think you're so cute whoring yourself out for drinks from strangers don't you?” She snarled inches from your lips. You kept your mouth shut as you dozed off staring into Rhea’s deep blue eyes.

“Answer me you fucking slut.” She demanded as she delivered a slap across your left cheek. In return, you just smirked making sure to not make a sound. That smile of yours drove Rhea insane, she lost all control as she shoved her lips onto yours whilst backing you up to the edge of the bed.

Rhea had shoved you down onto the bed before immediately connecting your lips again. You matched every sloppy movement the buff woman made. “I’m gonna ruin you whether you like it or not you little brat.” She whispered, trailing her lips down to your neck. Her lips attacked your neck as she left multiple bites causing you to let out a series of whines. 

While Rhea spent her sweet time focusing on your neck her hands found themselves tugging off your shirt and discarding it on the floor. Once she had discovered you weren't wearing a bra she pulled away. “What a slut…couldn’t even cover yourself up this morning.” She commented as she admired your top half.

 Rhea lowered herself to your chest, licking right across your nipple as a moan escaped your mouth. She knew she was driving you insane as she lapped her tongue in circles around your nipples. As you squirmed underneath her touch she managed to yank your skirt off.

A whiny moan left your mouth once Rhea’s thumb began making circles over your clit, the fabric of your flooded panties adding even more pleasure. “So soaked for me already hm, you’ve been wanting Mami all night haven’t you,” Rhea snarled, leaving you speechless. You knew you were in deep shit and you were paying for the actions that happened just twenty-five minutes ago. 

As soon as Rhea knew she had you folding under her touch she pulled away. She stood up between your legs as she tore off her unbuttoned shirt. “Too bad naughty girls don’t get to be touched,” Rhea fake pouted.  She wasn’t going to touch you until you were begging. She needed to hear your pleading.

Rhea’s full frame stood at the edge of the bed stalking your every move. Your right hand snaked down your stomach before being swatted away by Rhea. A whimpered “Please” broke your silent streak. Rhea bent over your face, her warm breaths melting your skin “Oh baby I’m nowhere even near started and I already have you so worked up. Poor thing…it’s gonna take a lot more than a pathetic please before I touch you.” She whispered before standing upright again.

“Please! I need you to touch me!” You crashed out. Rhea gave you a look of pity mixed with anger, you knew she wanted more. “I’ll be such a good girl for you!! I just need your touch!” You earned a simple smirk from Rhea. 

“Mami!” You cried out in frustration. There it was, exactly what she was looking for. “I’ll do anything Mami! Please!!! Touch me Mami!” You whined.

The grin on Rhea’s face grew larger. “Mmm what a naughty girl you are.” Rhea huffed out

“Now tell me what you want from Mami,” She said, kneeling down right in front of your core that was near the edge of the bed. “Your mouth Mami!” You begged. 

Rhea looked up at you as she planted a kiss on your clothed clit. “You want Mami’s mouth right here don’t you?” She teased, causing you to let out a pathetic whimper. “Right there!” You cried before Rhea pulled your panties off in a swift motion causing you to let out a gasp at the sensation of the cold air against your wetness.

Rhea needed to taste you as much as you needed her tongue in between your folds. But Rhea wasn’t done teasing you, not yet. She enjoyed hearing your whimpers as she kissed and licked stripes over your inner thighs. “Please Mami, I need your mouth. I’ll be such a good girl for you!” You pleaded as she drove you insane. 

“Pathetic little girl.” Rhea taunted under her breath before finally diving her tongue between your folds. She kept her eyes looking up at you, she loved seeing how much she satisfied you.

Rhea’s tongue slipped right into your entrance as her nose rested on your clit. All you could spit out were yelps and moans. Rhea had gone back to tracking her tongue up and down your center. 

She slipped her middle finger into you causing you to let out a string of moans. Once you had gotten a feel for her finger, Rhea knew you would want more and that's exactly why she pulled her finger out. You cried out her name begging to be touched again. 

She hadn't forgotten the little stunt you pulled earlier and she wasn't gonna let you forget either. She pulled herself up off the floor and hovered her face over yours, placing her clothed leg right against your core. “I need you,” You cried out. “You were being such a naughty girl earlier. Mami thinks you need to be punished for that.” She menacingly said before flipping you onto your stomach.

You pushed your ass up in the air knowing exactly what you were in for. Rhea delivered a slap to your ass just before you sharply gasped. You heard the sound of Rhea’s belt being slipped out of her jeans. “No no no!!! Mami please no! It won’t happen again I swear!!” You wailed.

The woman just ignored you as she slashed her belt down on your soft skin causing you to scream out. “Count.” She demanded. Rhea made you count all ten lashings she gave you. She had you braindead between each lashing she gave you.

“Such a good girl for Mami, now let me see your pretty little pussy.” Rhea declared while flipping you over and spreading your legs. The large woman kneeled back down before attacking your clit with her tongue, sending shock waves through your spine.

You covered your mouth to quiet the moans coming from you as she devoured you. Rhea slipped two of her fingers into you while using her other hand to pull your hand away from your mouth. “I want this whole floor to hear how good I’m treating you baby.” She hummed against your clit whilst curling her fingers inside you. 

Rhea knew all of your weak spots and she made sure they didn't go unnoticed. As her tongue piercing rocked over your clit back and forth you were about to come undone. “Mami I’m gonna cum!” You howled before Rhea growled out, “No you’re not angel, you’re gonna be a good girl and wait until you get permission.” Rhea slipped her fingers out of your hole as she stood up. 

“Please Mami I need you, you make me feel so go-” You were interrupted by Rhea's lips crashing onto yours as her fingers found their way back into you. You took a hold of her midnight hair tugging at her roots, in return Rhea let out muffled groans into your mouth. It drove her crazy whenever you pulled on her hair, she would never admit it but it was obvious by her responses.

Rhea felt your walls tighten around her curling her two fingers, she pulled her thumb up to your clit beginning to drag circles around your bud. You were a drunk mess under her, your breath getting heavier. 

As you were nearly unable to control your orgasm you were hit with that same feeling of defeat you felt moments ago as Rhea had yet again pulled away from your touch. All you could was cry out praying for her to touch you again. You knew you pissed her off but this was borderline tortuous. 

“You poor thing,” Rhea fake pouted, chuckling as she walked towards your suitcase. Rhea knew you would bring her strap, she shoved her way around your suitcase for a moment before pulling it out. Rhea made her way towards you before removing her jeans and boyshorts.

You bucked your hips up into the air watching her put her strap on. “So needy,” She smirked, “You want to cum all over my cock don’t you baby…” 

“I need to cum on your cock!! Mami please let me cum on your cock!” You pleaded.

Rhea just had to tease you one last time as she repeatedly put her tip in, pulling it out right after.

Once the buff woman was satisfied with your series of cries and whimpers she slowly filled you up. You let out a string of moans and cusses as Rhea took a firm grip of your thighs and began thrusting slowly. “Mhm-taking Mami’s cock so good baby.” She hummed, taking in your view.

As you started rocking your hips against her thrusts she began to pick up her speed. Rhea knew you liked it when she fucked you hard but she would always make sure you were fully ready for her cock. Your moans and Rhea’s coos echoed in the bare hotel room. 

She took hold of your hips as she was thrusting to a speed the both of you clearly went crazy for. Rhea’s main focus was always pleasuring you but tonight the pressure Rhea felt on her core with every thrust was sending her over the edge. She wanted to cum with you.

“Mami,” You whimpered, rocking your hips up and down as her hands trailed around your neck and chest.

“Shhhh…soon baby.” She reassured, lowering her chest to yours, you tugged at her sports bra signaling you wanted her to remove it.

 Rhea threw her bra across the room as her thrusts were becoming faster and more sloppy. The two of you were a moaning and groaning mess.

Rhea wrapped her hand around the base of your throat. Hovering over you she muffled out “Now are you gonna be a good girl for me from now on.” Her words were more of a demand rather than a question and you knew if you didn’t answer you wouldn’t be able to cum for the next month.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna be such a good girl for you!” You squealed out moaning. “Please Please Please Mami!” You begged once again.. You both couldn’t hang on much longer as each thrust grew sloppier. 

“Go ahead baby, I want you to cum all over Mami’s cock.” Rhea urged you to finally let go. 

The two of you slurred out profanities as the both of you let go of all your built up tension. Sloppy kisses were exchanged as the both of you rode out your orgasms. ”Such a pretty girl,” Rhea whispered right in your ear sending shivers down your spine. 

A final wail left our mouth as Rhea pulled out of you. Rhea swiped her finger across the strap stealing a sample of your cum before licking her finger clean. She helped you sit up at the edge of the bed before getting another pile of your sweetness on the pad of her thumb.

“Open up sweet girl” She requested, you obeyed opening your mouth before sucking Rhea's finger clean. Rhea stood over you as she licked her teeth. “God baby you’re making me want to fuck you all over again.” She teased leaving you giggling. Rhea got a warm rag and began carefully cleaning you up then began cleaning herself up. 

Rhea plopped herself onto the bed pulling you to lay on her chest. Your aftercare was one of the most important things to Rhea, she knew she was rough on you so she always made time to hold you close to her never wanting you to feel like just a toy for her. The two of you silently admiring each other's faces from inches away, admiring the intricacies of eyes, combing fingers through hair, tracing invisible shapes on arms. Little kisses were littered across each other's faces. It was just the two of you, no clothes, no music, no distractions, maybe some smeared makeup but hey you can’t deny how attractive her in-ring makeup was all smeared. 

“You’re gonna be so hungover in the morning,” Rhea broke the silence with her sly comment. “And you’re gonna be the one taking care of me so I guess I’m the winner here!” You nudged her arm leaving her sarcastically rolling her eyes.

The both of you fell back into your comfortable silence. You could stay in her arms forever. No matter what wringer she put you through she was your home.

[hyperiondickrider]

Baby Bunny~

(Chapter 1)

Vox x Reader; Valentino x Reader; Alastor x Reader; maybe Lucifer x Reader

After your untimely death, Mr Vox was kind enough to take you in and give you a job as his assistant. However, it appears that you’ve caught the eyes of few other demons, who are certainly not afraid of a little competition…

Frankly, Vox was a stressed out man.

Endless meetings to attend, scripts to review, and catastrophes to clean up; very little could consistently relax the poor man. Luckily, one of these particular vices just happened to be readily available; you.

Oh, how he loved to watch you flit around his offices, big floppy ears twitching with concentration, large brown eyes peering up at him, searching for approval and validation. It almost made him feel guilty, the way you obeyed his every beck and call.

Regardless, your presence had become a somewhat comforting one in his workplace, ever since you had the unfortunate fall from earth following your untimely death. Your loyalty to the overlord only made sense, given his boundless generosity towards you, providing you with a job as his personal assistant, as well as a small flat inside his studio.

Thus, when he discovered that Valentino had decided to send you on an ‘errand’, he was less than pleased. Of course, you with your unbridled kindness and timidity couldn’t even think of refusing such a request, despite the sex maniac holding no legitimate power over you. So, off you went, suddenly feeling rather exposed in your open white blouse and tight leather skirt (a favourite outfit of Mr Vox), as you wandered through Pentagram City, glancing back occasionally at the directions that Mr Valentino had so graciously provided.

All of a sudden, you feel yourself slam into something, or more aptly, someone. Your nose begins to twitch in fear of the consequences, knowing full well the cruelty of the sinner residing in the area. Peering up at the stranger with teary eyes, you mumble an apology, and pull yourself back up on shaky legs.

“Not to worry, my dear! Accidents happen, of course! Although, you really should watch where you are walking, darling.”

The static in his voice, almost tangible, sends shivers down your spine, his glowing eyes intensely staring into your own, as if to bear witness to your very soul.

“How rude of me, I neglected to introduce myself. I’m Alastor, darling, the Radio Demon.”

The man, Alastor, extends a hand to greet you, but the mention of his title causes you to freeze, and flinch away in fear. The demon’s smile strains in reaction, appearing confused and mildly offended.

“T-the Radio Demon? M-Mr Vox said I’m not allowed to speak to you..”

Alastor’s grin tightens at this comment, his snarl baring gums, yet he chooses to feign ignorance.

“My dear, it’s impolite to not return a greeting.”

Due to the mild threat in his tone, you reluctantly tell him your name, your bunny ears twitching in fear, as you look up at him.

“Now, my dear bunny, wherever were you off to on this fine morning?”

“Mr Valentino w-wanted me to s-speak to Angel Dust about his s-supposedly ‘poor work ethic’. S-so, I was h-hoping to find him at the Hazbin Hotel..” you trail off, unsure of how much information you could safely disclose.

But Alastor’s grin only brightens at the news.

“Well, my dear, you’re in luck! I was just about to head over there myself!” With that, he pulls you closer to him, evoking a surprised yelp from you, and wraps his arm tightly around your waist, setting off at a brisk pace.

Alastor hums a jolly tune, seemingly ignorant to your struggles in keeping up with his quick pace, almost being dragged along. Finally, once you had reached your destination, he finally releases you, this time choosing to grab you by your arm. But, for some reason, he chooses to spare a moment, and look you over.

You stood a fair bit shorter than him, having to crane your neck to meet his eyes, but furthermore you were simply trembling with fear. Your nose was twitching, your floppy ears fluttering with anxiety, and your doe eyes refusing to meet his gaze.

You truly were just adorable. Oh, he was going to have fun breaking you.

And with that, he flung open the hotel doors, the action catching you off guard, as you jump again.

“Awfully jumpy today, my dear? Why, is everything alright?” He asks with a condescending grin.

“Just peachy, Mr Alastor.” You manage to mumble out a reply, starting to overcome your fear of the radio demon.

“Now, now, you mustn’t lie, my darling. But, trust me, you have nothing to fear here.” He draws you closer again, his clawed hand playing with your hair, as you looked up with a tight frown. Once he got bored of your lack of reaction, he decided to switch his focus, petting your bunny ears. This action caught you off guard, their sensitivity causing you to whimper, bringing a hand to your mouth to stifle your noises. Alastor’s grin grew ever wider, finding a new way to push your buttons. He increases pressure on his ministrations, causing you to yelp as your jelly legs gave out and you collapsed against his chest. He finally relents in favour of hoisting you back up onto your shaky legs and wobbly knees, forcing a whine from you at the loss of contact. He chuckles darkly at your compliance, your passive nature truly pleasing him. Perhaps he should keep you around; that truly would annoy Vox… but that’s a thought for another day. For now, he needed to build trust in you.

“Toots? What are ya doin here, cutie?”

Angel’s New York drawl fills the room, his voice full of concern.

“M-Mr Val sent me, Angie. Please, I-I don’t want you to get hurt…” your eyes well up at the thought of poor Angel’s contract, as he rushes over to hold you.

“I just came to warn you, Angie. Mr Val isn’t pleased. He’s mad at you, and he’s gonna make it hard for you. P-please, Angie, come back, for your own sake. I miss you…” you trail off, sniffling.

“I know ya do cutie, and it’s ok that big V’s mad at me. I can take it, sugar. But, toots, what about you? Does Vox know ya here? He’s gon be real mad that you been hanging with smiles over there.” Angel rebukes you, concerned for your own wellbeing.

“M-Mr Val said he’d tell Me Vox that he’d sent me on an errand for him, so I think I’ll be fine…”

“Sure, toots, whateva ya say.” He pulled you in for a tight hug, as you buried your head in his chest fluff.

Angel seemed a lot happier now. You were glad that he had begun to escape Mr Val’s clutches.

“Angel, who’s this?” A chipper voice interrupted your thought, as you were greeted by a tall blonde girl, who seemed ecstatic to see you.

“Charlie, this is Y/N. She’s Vox’s assistant and just came ta check up on me. Y/N, this is Princess Charlie Morningstar; she runs this shitty hotel where I’m stayin.”

Suddenly aware that you were in front of Royalty, you bowed nervously and squeaked out a greeting. Your timidness was met with aws and statements of your cuteness, causing your face to darken slightly out of embarrassment.

“Well isn’t she just adorable! Now my dear friends and guests, I believe I should be escorting our dear bunny back to her workplace. After all, we wouldn’t want your boss to worry about, would we? “

You gulped at Alastor’s words, nodding your head vigorously, as he once again, grabbed you by the arm and began marching away.

“See ya, cutie! Come visit sometime!” Angel yelled as you left.

“Bye-bye, Angie! I’ll definitely come see you again!”

And with that, you set off towards the entertainment district.

[merthosus]

Desperation

Summary: After Five has gone to hell and back to prevent the end of the world and save his whole family, it drives him insane to do it a second time. Despite all his efforts not to let humanity go to ruin, it feels like an endless loop. After a long evening of martinis and some more martinis, he stumbles through the hotel door of a stranger. Not only is he surprised that the face behind the door looks familiar, but also the fact that she was just getting ready for bed.

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"So her beauty would be never forgotten no matter in which timeline"

The terrible feeling of powerlessness made Number Five reach for the glass again and again. No matter how many times he tried, no matter how great his efforts, it was hopeless. The thought of giving up plagued him more than he thought. But he had to be strong, not for himself, but for his siblings. The only place where they still felt safe was this hotel, a collection point for criminals of all kinds who didn't want to be found so quickly. You met all kinds of people in the corridors. Be it the woman who treated her dog like a child or Diego's son, who left a trail behind him with his leaking ear, just like in Hänsel and Gretel. Behind every hotel room door was a different personality that you definitely wouldn't have expected.

It was relatively difficult for Five to stay on his feet, and not just this evening. The usually so dressed up Five stumbled from corridor to corridor, searching in vain for his bed. He actually had a good feeling for how much alcohol he could drink, but after having to return to his young body, he had forgotten that his liver was not quite the same as that of a sixty-year-old. His hair, usually so tightly pulled back, was disheveled and strands were hanging out. His shirt was anything but pressed and his bow tie hung loosely around his neck. The only thing he had in mind, was his cozy bed, waiting for him in one of this many bedrooms.

He didn't know exactly why, but he was drawn to a particular door, number 45. The door was no different in any way from the other 123 he had seen on his tour, but like a moth to a lantern, he was drawn in that direction. The temptation to simply walk past the wooden door without paying attention to it was impossible for Five. He wondered whether it was really his gut feeling or perhaps the few drops too many. He decided not to think about it any longer and took a step towards the door. His long, thin fingers gripped the knob and Five felt no resistance. The door was only ajar. This couldn't be a coincidence.

He opened the door as quietly as his alcohol-soaked body would allow him. Then he leaned against the doorframe. He couldn't believe who was standing in front of him. His mouth was agape with astonishment, but also with admiration. His thoughts no longer had any self-control. The usually rational Five couldn't stop the thoughts flowing through his head. Y/n stood a few meters in front of him, his former colleague from the commission who had disappeared at some point. Five had never expected to see her again, especially not half naked. Still his mouth wasn't closed, admiring what was standing in front of him. She's lifting her long armed shirt, stretching her torso. He was leaving none of her body parts unwatched.

Her shining thighs, which doubled in size when she sat down. Oh God, how many times Five had had to sit differently to hide his arousal, how many times he had negotiated with the handler to go on missions with her instead of alone. Years of suffering, years of unsatisfied lust, years of concealed love. Five didn't move an inch to not draw attention to himself and scare her off. Five wondered how long he could hold out. He would stand at this very door for hours, starving, just to keep looking at her. Her stretch marks, which piled up on her like the waves of the sea. Her beautiful back which was covered in tattoos. Everything about her was as perfect for Five as the stone carved figures from Greece. Every time he looked at her, he remembered the beautiful figures and vowed to, one day, carve one of her. So her beauty would be never forgotten no matter in which timeline.

The more he focuses his thoughts on her, the less control he has over his body. He stumbles forward and barely manages to hold on to the Anden doorframe with his left hand. Suddenly, Y/n's head shoots up and she has just tried to pick up her T-shirt. Startled, she presses the scrap of fabric against her unclothed upper body. It feels like she is swallowing her air when she sees the drunken Five standing at the doorway. "Five…" she whispers to herself. "Mademoiselle Y/n," Five bows, trying in vain not to fall over. "W… what are you doing here?" she asks as she quickly pulls her T-shirt over her head. "You shouldn't be in this timeline," she mumbles to herself. Five laughs to avoid showing his true emotions. "So you're still working for the Commission. Funny, after you just disappeared like that," he says as he closes the door behind him and takes a step towards her.

"Five I needed to… It was this or killing you. The handler gave me no choice. You turned against her, what else was I supposed to do?" she asked. Five thought before walking towards her with quick yet shaky steps. He stopped just before her and tapped her heart with his finger. "You could have stayed with me. I can't believe it, after everything we've been through together," Five shakes his head. "Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought about you, Five," Y/n confesses, looking at him. Despite the transformation back into his youthful body, Five was taller than her, Y/n struggled to look him in the eye. So much pain was reflected in them. "I've been looking everywhere for you Y/n," he breathes it out rather than saying it.

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[hi-i-love-u-bitch]

I'm thinking about how Angel Dust and Husk's mental health struggles would manifest as complete opposites from each other...

I know people headcannon Angel to be very mess with his room full of clutter but I honestly think he'd be kind of a neat freak. Like keeping his room as well as himself clean is the only form of control he has in his life (afterlife?). He's VERY particular about how everything is organized and takes pride on how tidy he keeps everything. Outside the hotel he is a dirty whore who is forced to do dirty things for dirty people. But at home he can wash that all away; the clients, the messy benders, the blood and bruises, Valentino. He has to shower straight after work or else he starts to get really manic and hostile and he's hyper aware of everything around him. There are days where Angel feels extra dirty and he just can't seem to clean himself up enough or his room still feels too messy even though he's cleaned it several times. He can get just as bad as Niffty when overwhelmed, though he tries to keep that side of himself confined to his own room but the more comfortable he got living at the hotel the more it spread to other places. At sone point he had a particularly bad episodes and Husk found him scrubbing the kitchen floor during the middle of the night. His face puffy and red from crying, with his body scrubbed raw from the the 3 baths previous, and his hands covered in chemical burns from the cleaning supplies he was using. Husk quietly picked him up from the floor, gently wiped his face his hands with a warm damp cloth, and tucked him into bed.

Husk on the other hand has a form of manic depression where he just does not care, not in the nonchalant "who cares what anybody thinks" sort of way (which is also true) but in he "cannot be bothered to take care of himself" sort of way. Everything is an EXTREME effort for him; waking up, showering, brushing teeth, eating, interacting with people, etc. His room and hygiene are abysmal, his health would have put him in the ground ten times over if he wasn't already dead, and the only thing he CAN be bothered to do is drink to numb it all down. If allowed he will sleep for actual DAYS, doesn't even need to be a bed, he'll curl up in dark corners, closets, or under furniture and not move a single muscle. He would let himself waste away into nothing if given the chance. Sometimes it gets so bad he'll straight up defy orders from Alastor, not so secretly hoping the Radio Demon with make go on his threat and at least put him out of his misery. Angel had the luck of witnessing this once: Husk was way too messy and drunk, practically egging Alastor on, and it probably would have worked if Angel hadn't been there to intervene, masking it all with jokes and innuendo to deflate the tension as he dragged a pissy Husk into another room to calm down. It was the first time he witnessed the bartender actually breakdown, and Angel held him close as Husk collapsed into a sobbing mess.

And I'm thinking how even though they cope with things in completely opposite ways from each other, it also makes them even more compatible. Because Husk doesn't mind Angel being a mess, and Angel doesn't mind cleaning up after Husk.

[mrs-dr-reid]

Put On The Red Light

(A Criminal Minds Fic)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Inspired by the dialogue prompt: "I know you have to go undercover, but do you really have to dress like that?" // "No, but I look good, don't I?" from @imagining-in-the-margins's Undercover Challenge

Genre: Fluffy, with a little bit of suggestiveness

Warnings: Spencer being insecure/flustered, Reader described as afab, suggestive language and touches, no beta we die like a day player in the first 10-15 minutes of a CM episode

A/N: AHHH!!! We're back in the CM brainrot, babes!!!

Word Count: 1147

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Of course, of all the BAU ladies that could have been chosen, Y/N got the short end of the stick.

She honestly couldn’t really be all that mad. She’d been dodging the undercover op bullet for the last month and a half with either Emily or JJ taking the fall in her stead, so it was only logical that Hotch would pick her this time around. She could still be annoyed, though.

This particular operation was for a case in Baltimore where the unsub targeted sorority girls that fit the stereotype of “rambunctious party girl”, thinking he was doing the world a favor by removing whom he saw as “poisoned youth” from it. And Y/N had to hand it to Hotch, she looked more like the victims than Emily or JJ did, so it would be easier to lure the unsub in with her than either of them. Still, that didn’t stop her from grumbling about it all day.

Spencer, bless him, was doing his best to help her feel better about the situation and saying things like, “Hotch is just allowing you to prove how good at your job you are” and “You’re the perfect person to give us an edge in this case”. It wasn’t working, but Y/N would never tell him that because she knew he cared about her and was trying to help.

That evening, she was getting dressed in the bathroom of their shared hotel room, Spencer sitting on the end of the bed and chatting with her through the door. Eventually, she said, “Okay then, what do you think? College party girl enough?”, and exited the bathroom to show off her outfit. Spencer went to say something, but all thoughts left his brain the moment he laid eyes on her.

She was wearing a spaghetti strap dress made of red silk that had a plunging neckline and hugged her body in all the right ways, her hair in a loose updo with artfully curled strands framing her face and gold hoop earrings decorating her ears. When she did a little turn to showcase the entire dress (the sky-high heels on her feet somehow not impeding her), he turned a light shade of pink when he noticed that the dress was completely backless. The lack of a bra in particular is what completely did him in.

He was just barely keeping his jaw from dropping open when Y/N snapped her fingers in front of his face and said, “Spence? You okay? I asked you what you thought,” with a concerned look on her face. Spencer cleared his throat, then said, “I know you have to go undercover, but do you really have to dress like that?”, the blush on his cheeks becoming more prominent.

Y/N made a little surprised face, then said, “No, I guess not. But I look good, don’t I?”, doing a more playful twirl while tossing her hair. Spencer chuckled slightly, then said, “Yes. You look beautiful. A tad bit too exposed for my liking, but beautiful nonetheless,” a smile coming to Y/N’s face at his compliment.

She curtsied and said, “Why, thank you, Dr. Reid!”, in an exaggerated country belle accent before kissing Spencer’s cheek, earning a reluctant smile from the man. He grabbed her hand and said, “I don’t like the idea of everybody looking at you like a piece of meat. Not like they’d be able to help it, because you’re gorgeous, but… it just reminds me that I’m just me, and I’m very replaceable,” a sad look taking over his features.

Y/N frowned, then said, “Spence… you are as irreplaceable as they come,” cupping his face in her hand to make him look at her. She continued, “I’m with you because you make my life so much better just by being in it. You make me laugh, you know my coffee order like the back of your hand, you teach me something new every day, and you give really good hugs. Not to mention your book recommendations never miss,” winking at him to coax a smile from him.

Y/N smiled, then said, “And also, Morgan calls you Pretty Boy for a reason. You are a very good-looking man, and as your girlfriend, I’m banning you from talking bad about your appearance ever again. Are we clear?”, a playfully stern look crossing her face. Spencer chuckled slightly, then said, “Yes, ma’am,” making Y/N grin satisfactorily and say, “Good,” before pressing a kiss to his lips, his hands automatically sliding up her legs and finding a resting place on her waist.

She pulled away, then said, “And who cares if people look at me like I’m a piece of meat? The only person allowed to take this dress off at the end of the night is you,” as she walked toward the door to the hotel room. She was rewarded with Spencer’s face turning the exact same shade of red as her dress, and she giggled before heading out the door. Spencer sat in shocked silence for a few seconds, then got up to follow her down to the lobby, where the rest of the team was waiting.

When they arrived, Emily and JJ immediately started hyping Y/N up and telling her how amazing she looked, which made her wave a hand dismissively and say, “Yeah, yeah, I’m a smoke show, we all knew that,” in a sarcastic manner. Derek immediately noticed Spencer’s resemblance to a perfectly ripe tomato, then said, “Hey, Pretty Boy, what’s with the face?”, but Spencer refused to make eye contact with anyone, still reeling over Y/N’s comment.

Y/N thankfully picked up on his discomfort, and she said, “I flirted with him a bit too hard, so he’ll probably be buffering for the next 20 minutes. Sorry about that,” pulling a playful wince at Hotch, who just sighed and said, “We’ll deal with it later. We better get you to the bar before the unsub starts hunting. Let’s get moving,” before walking towards the front door, already back in business mode.

Everyone else fell in step behind him, and Emily leaned over to whisper in Y/N’s ear, “What exactly did you say to Reid to leave him speechless? If I knew he had an off switch, I’d have used it years ago!”, so Y/N shook her head and said, “Sorry, Em. A lady never reveals her boyfriend’s mute button,” before trotting ahead to take Spencer’s hand in her own, squeezing it affectionately.

JJ took Y/N’s place at Emily’s side, then after a few moments of silence, she leaned closer and said quietly to not be overheard, “She totally made a dirty joke at his expense, right?”, making Emily scoff and say, “Oh, 100%. Nothing else would have resulted in his face becoming an exact color-match of a beet.”

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[theamberfist]

Like Father, Like Child | Part 2 | Alastor + Exorcist! Reader

Familial! Alastor + Exorcist! Adopted Child! Reader

Description: The battle between heaven's exorcists and the Hazbin Hotel rages on, but when Adam catches wind of your secret past, a difficult choice is forced upon you.

(Notes: CW Alastor, mentions of murder, fallen angels) (gender neutral reader) (reader is Alastor's adopted child from when they were alive) (Part 2/4 of Like Father, Like Child)

Read Part 1 here

Words: 3,351

"Jez!" A voice called from behind you and you immediately turned around, seeing one of your fellow exorcists about to fall at the hands of more cannibalistic demons. Snapping out of the trance you'd been placed in upon seeing your father again, you immediately rushed over to assist her. Luckily, it seemed Alastor really did have no interest in attacking his own child, allowing you to focus on helping your ally.

You had always been one of Adam's best exorcists. After Vaggie had left, it paved the way for you to rise in their ranks and prove yourself. Aside from Lute, there were few other angels that had killed as many sinners as you; for better or worse.

So of course, you had no trouble freeing your sister-in-arms from her predicament and then rushing into the ever-raging crowd of cannibals; thinning them out.

As you fought, though, you kept feeling as if there were eyes on you; like you were being watched. It was a bit unsettling, especially because you knew exactly whom it was that kept looking your way despite being faced with Adam himself.

'Mind your own business, dad...' You thought to yourself as you stabbed your spear through the body of yet another angel. Though, you'd been having to hold your own self back from glancing up at him this whole time, too. After all, this was the first time you two had reunited in many, many years. Could one have blamed you for being curious about what had become of the man that once raised you, even after all the horrible things he'd done?

Finally, you allowed yourself to spare a look at the roof nearby, where Adam and Alastor were engaged in a fight. For the first little while, you actually couldn't tell which of them would win between Adam's heavenly power and your dad's shadowy magic.

But as the fighting continued, the outcome started to get more apparent. Adam was strong, and unlike your dad, he wielded angelic weapons.

Several times during their fight, you also found yourself in slightly stickier situations due to being so distracted, only for an odd black tentacle-like thing to shoot up from the ground and block whatever attack a sinner might be preparing towards you. It was disorienting, as you were fairly certain those same tentacle-things had just been fighting on the side of those sinners just moments earlier.

Eventually, there was a huge blast of angelic power from the roof of the building and the once radio-static voice of your father now sounded completely normal as he cursed at Adam. It reminded you of the way he'd sounded while alive; almost making tears prick in your eyes.

For a split second, it almost felt like you'd been taken back to that time; when things were simpler and it was just you and your dad living happily in New Orleans. But of course, this was a very different situation. You were reminded of that once Adam called out.

"Jez, get the fuck up here!" He shouted from the roof. You gulped, feeling almost like a kid that had been called to the principle's office, but spread your wings and flew up to the top of the building anyway.

On the way, you caught a glimpse of one sinner in particular that looked familiar to you. With an 'X' over her eye and a big red bow in her long hair, she could almost have been the spitting image of Vaggie.

Could this have been where she ended up?

Could this be where you would end up, now that Adam seemed to be aware of who you were?

You pushed the thought out of your mind as you landed on the rooftop now, looking over at your boss and completely ignoring the sight of your dad laying against the nearby wall; as if he'd been slammed into it.

"Yes, sir?" You asked, appearing as calm and unbothered as you could have been when faced with your dad like this. Adam's eyes narrowed but then he put on a fake smile of his own.

"Great, now that everybody's here, Jez, meet the Radio Demon!" He exclaimed, pointing to Alastor, who's eyes were narrowed into a glare despite the supposed grin on his face. "Oh, wait, you've already fucking met!" You tensed when the angel's tone got more angry but kept your composure, nonetheless.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sir." You replied, careful not to even look at Alastor for fear of giving yourself away. Luckily, he said nothing either; likely still shocked from both seeing you after so long and being so injured by the first man.

"Oh, ya don't, do you?" Adam replied as he crossed his arms over his chest and wore an expression of disbelief. You shook your head but that didn't seemed to be enough for the leader of the exorcists. "Well, if you really don't know the asshole, then I'm sure you'll have no problem finishing him off for me." Your breath hitched.

Adam had to already know about your relation to Alastor, but how had he figured it out? You hadn't told anyone during the entire time you'd been dead, and yet the first time you saw him again, you'd been discovered for who you really were?

Then you thought back to when you'd been fighting earlier; how Alastor's powers had seemed to protect you from even the ones that were supposed to be on his own side. It seemed the man still hadn't been able to stop looking out for you; even after both of you had died. And because of that, he'd likely been even more distracted when fighting Adam, which the angel had caught on to.

Sometimes you really forgot the first man had a brain.

"Alright." You whispered finally, unsure of what else to do. You knew what would happen if you defied Adam; it was likely the same thing that had once happened to Vaggie! But as you turned to look at your dad now, still slumped against the wall, you already knew you wouldn't be able to go through with this.

He may have harmed and killed so many, but he was still your father. He'd still raised you; been loving and caring throughout your entire childhood. You couldn't help but view him as your dad, even after everything.

Plus, there was a deeper part of you that knew you two were one in the same. Just because you hadn't acted on your murderous tendencies in life didn't automatically make you better; especially when you'd gone on to kill so many sinners as an angel in death. It didn't matter if that was what heaven had commanded you to do; you were still a murderer in your own right.

So as you went to take a step towards your dad, angelic spear raised and ready, you already knew you wouldn't be able to go through with it. He seemed to realize it too, because as he pushed himself into a sitting position against the partially destroyed wall, there was a hint of pride in his eyes. He knew his own kid; knew that you'd sooner betray heaven than your only family.

"S-sir," you said, turning back to Adam now, "Are you sure you want me to be the one to-"

"Yes." The angel replied before you could even finish, "Now, get on with it! We have more little bitches to slaughter." So much for making up an excuse not to do this, you supposed.

As you turned back to Alastor, you attempted to keep your body from shaking. With fear, regret, or sadness? You weren't sure, but whatever it was, it was enough to stop you once you were within stabbing-distance of the Radio Demon.

"What's wrong?" Adam asked from behind you; his tone telling you he very much enjoyed the entertainment the situation was bringing, "Too scared to kill off your old man?"

So he did know. Your eyes narrowed, still facing away from the angel, but now that that revelation had come to pass, even when you'd suspected it already, you felt a bit of anger boil up inside you. He was doing this purely for entertainment; using you to make the extermination more fun for him. And you decided now that you weren't having it.

So, to everyone's surprise including your own, you turned around and hurled your spear directly at his face. No matter how murderous you'd felt in the past, you couldn't bring yourself to kill your own father, and it pissed you off that he would even try to make it happen.

"Do it yourself!" You shouted. He took a step to the side so the spear missed his head by a long shot but it had been enough to get your point across.

Adam's eyes narrowed and now you knew there was no going back.

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Technically, Alastor had never wanted kids to begin with. As entertaining as they were, he found them to be more responsibility than they were ultimately worth.

However, the people around him seemed to consider them a positive thing; almost a necessity, when it came to human life. There was so much emphasis on that picture perfect family everyone seemed to have; a wife, children, a beautiful home.

...To the point where it was considered odd not to have or want those things in some degree.

Alastor had always known his favorite 'pastimes' were considered unacceptable to the rest of society. That was why he'd gotten so good at hiding it; whether through his smile, his charm, or the rest of his meticulously planned out actions. He always took much care in making sure no one suspected him of being different or 'odd.'

Which was why it irked him once people began questioning his wants in life. "When are you going to settle down?" They would ask, "ever thought about having kids of your own?"

"It's odd to be so happy yet so alone at your age. Perhaps meeting a beautiful woman would do you some good."

Every comment increased his anger, having never felt the need for such aspects of life, but he knew it meant people had started to see him as odd; that he stood out from the persona he so desperately tried to make blend in with the rest of society.

He needed a way to reassure them all that he was 'normal' if he wanted to continue keeping the suspicion off of him. And since he could never bring himself to marry or be romantically involved with another, it had seemed he only had one other option.

Which was how he eventually found himself visiting the adoption agency just a few blocks from his home. Keeping up his cheerful and charming act had been more difficult than ever, considering he'd never wanted to be doing this, but it was necessary, and the very next day, he walked out with the first child he'd found there.

You.

He didn't know where you'd come from before he took you in and, frankly, he didn't care. You were just a way for him to keep the suspicion off himself; a means to continue his 'activities' uninterrupted.

And at first, he only did the bare minimum as your parent. You'd been five when he took you in, which he'd deemed was old enough to be left to your own devices most of the time. He provided you with food, water, clothing, and a space to live in, but that was it. For the first year since he took you in, the only 'fatherly affection' you ever received had come while you were out in public and he'd needed to make sure people questioned nothing. Beyond that, he was just a person that lived in your house.

Alastor wasn't sure when that dynamic had changed, nor what had made it do so. One day, he'd felt nothing other than basic responsibility towards you, and then the next, it had seemed your young self had him wrapped around your little finger.

He pulled back at first, not wanting to become attached to the kid he saw as nothing more than a tool to continue his murders, but in time, he came to accept it. Even if he hadn't wanted a child of his own at first, it had seemed that was what he'd gotten when he signed up to take care of you.

Somewhere down the line, you became his, and by then, there was no going back.

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"What the fuck did you say, you little bitch?!" Adam demanded as he stood up tall, seeming to grow in size now. He came towards you but you stood your ground between him and your dad despite the fear.

"I said I'm not doing it." You replied firmly. It was a miracle your voice wasn't shaking right now with how much fear you felt. "I'm not going to kill my dad for you."

"So you really are that cunt's kid," Adam hissed, "No wonder you were one of my best exorcists; being the child of a serial killer." Then something in his demeanor shifted. "Why the fuck do all my best people turn out to be traitors?" You knew he was referring to Vaggie, which made your blood boil even more.

"At least I'm not too much of a coward to kill a demon myself." You spat. A second later, there was a stinging on your cheek as Adam slapped you; making you fall to the ground with a cry.

"Don't act like you're any better than me!" Adam cried, clearly upset now, "You've killed just as many of these little vermin as I have."

"I have," you agreed, staring him down despite still laying on the ground, "But not anymore." You reached down into your right boot now, pulling out an angelic dagger you always had stashed on your person and launching it at your boss.

This time, it hit, landing in Adam's leg as he cried out in pain; golden blood dripping down his clothes. "You bitch." He spat before taking out his own weapon and slashing at your left eye with it. You screamed in pain, feeling your own blood run down your face. Had this happen to Vaggie too, when she'd fallen?

Wait, were you falling? Was that what this was?

In both your pain and confusion, you didn't notice the familiar black tentacles that rose from the ground now and started attacking Adam, despite Alastor's weakened state. The angel grunted in annoyance more than anything as he slashed through them with his angelic weapon before finally turning back to you.

Off to the side, Alastor seemed both more furious and more exhausted from the brief exchange.

"Someone like you doesn't belong in heaven." Adam spat as he stood over you now. You tried to get out of his way but between your pain and bleeding, it was no use. "You wanna be with your old man so bad? Fine, then enjoy hell, bitch!" And with that, he reached down, grabbing your wings between his hands and pulling so hard that you felt them rip right off your back.

The pain was immeasurable and you screamed in agony; blood now shooting out from the two holes in your back. You'd never thought you would be falling from heaven like this, but now that you were, it was as if everything you once had was being ripped from your hands.

You felt Adam preparing to stab you again and immediately rolled out of the way, crying out when the ground made contact with your now-exposed wounds. Behind you, Alastor was seething and your angel boss only seemed to revel in it more.

"I should have done away with all of you sinners a long time ago," he said finally as he grabbed you by the collar and lifted you from the ground, "starting with you, Jez. Then I'll kill your old man and every other demon here!"

"That's not my name!" You managed to shout, sounding strangled due to Adam's harsh grip on the collar of your clothes. It was something you'd been keeping in for a long time now, and since it seemed like you were about to fall from heaven, now felt like a good time to let it out.

Adam's eyes narrowed at that and then he tossed you to the side, causing you to collide with the very same wall your dad was currently leaning against. Luckily, you didn't hit Alastor but the impact of the wall against your head was enough to finally knock you out. You really weren't used to actually being injured as an exorcist and before today, hadn't even been aware demons could hurt angels at all.

Despite his own injuries, Alastor managed to stand and take a few steps over so that he was now between you and Adam, who scoffed.

"Really, you're gonna protect them now, old man?" He asked with a condescending tone, "Didn't I tell you radio's fucking dead?!" He slashed at Alastor, who managed to block the attack with a small shield that then immediately dispersed.

"Radio's not dead," Alastor replied as he let his shadow grow behind him, panting heavily, "but it is ending this broadcast!" And with that, both you and him melted away into the shadows where Adam couldn't reach.

The Angel in question let out a grunt of frustration before turning to join the rest of the battle. He'd have the chance to deal with you later, he decided. For now, you and your pathetic father had already taken too much of his time.

..........

Both you and Alastor reappeared inside his radio tower, which was in rough shape but otherwise unaffected by the battle outside. You were still unconscious and his shadow gently laid you on whatever soft things it could find; consisting of a small pile of pillows and fluff.

Your face and back were completely covered in your golden angelic blood but otherwise, you seemed relatively alright, which Alastor was thankful for.

Rage enveloped him once again as he thought back to how he'd not only lost the fight against Adam but also been forced to watch his own child be harmed by the first man after not seeing you for so many years. The fact that Adam had even laid a hand on his kid made his blood boil and he swore that if Charlie and the others didn't take care of Adam, he would.

Your dad's shadow provided some basic first aid to you as you slept, though it turned out to be rather fortunate that you weren't awake to witness the Radio Demon's temporary slip of composure. He resolved to have revenge on heaven for what had happened today, as soon as his own deal was broken, that was.

Finally, Alastor sunk into a seat near the radio tower's control panel before glancing back at you. He didn't even need to verbally ask his shadow what it was thinking; instead it seemed to just know as it gently plucked you from the ground and brought your now-bandaged body to him.

Feeling some of his anger melt away at the sight of you, he reached out and pulled you away from the shadow and into his arms, hugging you the way he had many times in life. 

The shadow melted away again as Alastor seemed to relax slightly. "There, there..." He whispered to you, who was still asleep, "It's going to be alright, darling. Nothing else will hurt you." And he meant that.

Alastor may not have been able to protect you from Adam before, but he would not fail again. He would do everything in his power to ensure this incident never repeated; especially now that you were here with him in hell, where he actually could protect you. 

He looked out the window to see the rest of the angels now flying off back to heaven since the battle seemed to have ended. They were leaving you behind as if it was nothing, but that wouldn't matter anymore. They weren't your family; they never had been. He was always your family, and he would never let harm come to you again.

No matter what.

……….

Part 3

Part 4

[amyelevenn]

All I know is that you drove us off the road

PAIRING; Oscar Piastri x driver!reader

SUMMARY; Oscar insists on taking you to the airport after a race, but faces engine problems on the way there.

WARNINGS; none really - mainly fluff! maybe a car breaking down?

A/N; I really enjoyed writing this! let me know any thoughts and feelings are always appreciated!

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.・。.・゜✭・✧・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・✧・✫・゜・。.

“No, please. I can make my own way to the airport, Piastri,” you laugh, giving him a shit eating grin at his implication. “I can drive, ya know.”

It was the Monday after the Melbourne Grand Prix; it wasn’t a particularly notable race for either of you, despite you both finishing in point scoring positions. It wasn’t an overly entertaining race; no flags or spectacular overtakes from anyone in particular.

“You were drunk last night, not sure you should be driving,” he grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes.

A couple drinks were consumed the night before at a local bar Oscar’s friends had told you about. It wasn’t much, not overly busy on a random Sunday night in March. It allowed for some kind of anonymity, something that was quickly becoming a foreign concept to you.

You shove his shoulder, giggling as you feign anger. “I had two drinks! In what world does that classify as being drunk?”

Oscar rolls his eyes, shaking his head with a happy chuff. “Please, come to the airport with me. I’m going that way anyway!”

It’s hard not to deadpan at him; you may not have been a local, but you knew well enough that the Melbourne Airport wasn’t exactly near anything else. It was well over an hour from the city, where he was claiming to be headed.

“Osc, just accept the no,” you half beg, beginning to roll your suitcase away from him and towards where your team were gathered. You almost manage to take two steps before his hand wraps around your arm, pulling you back in his direction.

He had miscalculated how close you would end up being to him – you were mere inches away from his face, bodies all but pressed against each other.

“I insist. Let me take you to the airport, love,” he mutters, with an air of intimacy that came with the proximity.

You hadn’t realised you were holding your breath in anticipation until your body forced you to sigh. Finally, you give in to his insistence, silently nodding in acceptance. He takes a second, closely examining your face, before moving in the direction of his car. your face heats up ever so slightly, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach not something you were wanting to experience.

You are just friends, a little voice screams in the back of your mind. But the way he looks at you makes you wonder – what if there could be something more?

You were quick with your goodbyes to your team, informing them Oscar had pestered your walls down enough to convince you to ride with him. You comically exaggerate it as much as you can, making him into some sort of creepy guy who doesn’t leave you alone until you finally agree to go out with him. They all laugh, hard, which confuses you until a hand taps on your shoulder, revealing the man himself standing awkwardly behind you.

You excuse yourself from the group, laughter echoing behind you as you and Oscar walk away, his teasing grin matching your own.

“You really think I’m some annoying loser?” he teases, bumping his elbow into yours as you enter the hotel carpark. You barely even notice his hand resting softly on the small of your back as he guides you towards his car.

“Ha ha,” you sarcastically laugh, purposely losing all tone from your voice. He shakes his head as he silently giggles to himself, opening the passenger door for you. You thank him faintly, making a mental note of his little actions that have really established him at the respectful, gentlemanly one on the grid; and rightfully so.

Getting in himself, he revs the engine before pulling away from the crowded midday carpark. A soft silence envelops you, punctuated only by the gentle hum of the radio. It wasn’t uncomfortable, nor foreign, sitting in the quiet of each other’s presence. In fact, the tranquillity was a welcomed constant in your ever busy careers.

You had known Oscar for a couple years now, and he was one of the few drivers who actively went out of his way to maintain a positive relationship off the track, despite your lives depending on besting the other ever odd weekend.

As the car navigated the city’s complex grid, the beauty of Albert Park in autumn faded from view, leaving you in awe of the towering Melbournian metropolis—a testament to human ingenuity that always amazed you.

“You drove really well yesterday,” he gives, not necessarily trying to fill the comfortable silence.

“Thank you, Osc. It was certainly better than the crash I had in Bahrain!” you laugh, beginning to find it increasingly hard to ignore his constant glances over to you. “You drove a great race too! That overtake of Leclerc was really quite something.”

He sighs, dismissing the comment as if it meant nothing. He tried so hard to act nonchalant on the surface, but internally? He adored hearing any praise you had for him, even if it wasn’t directly from you, but instead Lando or the PR manager telling him you said ‘Osc is so beyond talented!’

It didn’t take much for you to compliment him, which was the best part; he was always doing something amazing that prompted telling him just how good he was, or how lucky he had gotten that day, or how cool his special livery looked.

Even it was miniscule, you always had a comment for him that would make his day.

You hadn’t even noticed the car slowing to a stop, pulling over on the side of some random suburban road until you were at a full stop, the engine beginning to smoke under the hood.

“Oscar what the hell have you done…” you raised an eyebrow, stifling a laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

“Uh, I’m not sure but I reckon we should maybe get out of the car,” he stutters, pushing himself out of his side before opening the hood to assess the severity of the situation.

You shook your head in disbelief, a chuckle escaping your lips at the absurdity of your situation. Here you are, stuck on the side of the road, while a Formula 1 driver fumbles under the hood. Talk about irony.

It was difficult, watching him rattle around underneath the hood when he clearly had no expertise here and not laugh your ass off. “This feels like…some sort of karma for forcing me to ride with you. I thought you knew how to drive?” you finally laugh, the ludicrosity of it all hitting you like a brick wall.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you watched him struggle – maybe he needed more than a racing licence to handle car troubles.

“Hey, i didn’t twist your arm to get in, love,” he huffs. “And I am an amazing driver, thank you so very much.” He tries to stifle the smile breaking out on his face, but you notice it before it got hidden away.

Before you are able to retaliate, a middle-aged couple emerges from the house you had broken down in front of.

“You fellas alright?” the man asks, pushing the gate outwards so they have a better vantage point over the smoking vehicle.

“We are so sorry, are we in the way?” you ask, putting on a sympathetic show that you had become so used to having for the fans. “We were just about to call for help, they shouldn’t take too long to get here.”

“Nah mate, they’ll take foreva to get ‘ere and cost ya an arm an’ a leg. Let me help youse,” he offers, but doesn’t allow you the option as he waddles over to where Oscar is still hunched over.

The woman moves to stand next to you, introducing herself, Kristyn, and her husband, Mitch. You give yours in return, to which she compliments you on your name. “’ve never met one before,” she muses, repeating your name gently under her breath to herself.

You smile softly, making light small talk as Mitch explains to Oscar what is at fault with the engine.

“You two seem like a gorgeous couple. How long’ve you been datin’?” she asks, not noticing the caught-off-guard expression you have on your face.

You feel heat rush to your cheeks as she compliments you, your heart racing at the unexpected attention. It almost bugs you more than you would have anticipated, a sense of embarrassment creeping along your flushed skin.

You ponder telling her the truth, that you aren’t together, but figure it would be easier to go along with it, for her and your sake.

“Almost a year now, yeah,” you smile, feigning a sense of admiration for your ‘boyfriend.’

“Aw, bless your sweet young hearts,” she hums, gently patting your shoulder as if to say you had her approval. It was weird, but it felt nice to have her endorsement of a relationship that wasn’t even real. Maybe you wanted more with Oscar?

You nod along, answering any and all of her follow up questions about him, like how you met, how he asked you out, if marriage was on the table. You almost enjoyed making up a whole story for her, weaving this intricate narrative for her to invest herself in. the pair of you had gotten so caught up in each other that you hadn’t noticed the car being put back together, Mitch reviving the engine in approval of a job well done.

“Well, at least he isn’t the only one who can’t handle car troubles!” you muse, laughing with Kristyn as the boys make their way over to you.

Mitch wraps a lose arm around his wife, and you follow his lead as you intertwine your own around Oscars waist, to which he accepts with no questions.

“Thank you so much for your troubles,” he murmurs. “Can i give you some money or something? It’s the least we could do.”

The couple scoff in sync, laughing at the idea of being paid for merely helping out a stranger. “Nah, we don’t want your dough mate. Just don’t blow the car up, that’ll be enough.”

“Are you sure? Please, let us compensate you in some way, as a thank you,” you suggest.

“Maybe you should drive instead of him, aye?” Kristyn laughs, breaking the four of you into a fit of giggles. You nod in agreement, to which Oscar immediately shoots down with the reason of it’s his car.

“Well, thank you again for your help. We really appreciate it.” Oscar squeezes your shoulders, then releases you as he walks over to the passenger side to open it for you. It wasn’t until then that you realised how much you had been leaning into his side, missing the warmth of him almost immediately. You say your goodbyes, telling them it was really nice to meet them, and one final thank you for their kindness.

As you drive on, laughter spilling between you, you can’t help but think maybe this unexpected detour was just what you needed to explore what’s brewing beneath the surface.

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as always, feedback is appreciated!

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Melissa Gira Grant at TNR:

Late Sunday, a reported 20,000 people joined an organizing call quickly convened by Indivisible, a group founded to push back on Trump’s first administration, in response to actions largely undertaken by one of his unelected lackeys, the chaotic tech entrepreneur Elon Musk. As the call maxed out its capacity, tens of thousands more watched via YouTube. Meanwhile, outside an otherwise unexciting federal building in Washington, federal workers and D.C. residents assembled. Inside, under orders from Musk (who apparently paid his way into the president’s good graces), a small group of young men, whose only professional experience was working for one of Musk’s or Musk’s cronies’ companies, were wreaking havoc on federal payment systems. “Musk is inside the Treasury right now with his cadre of flying monkeys, and we don’t know what they’re doing,” said Indivisible co-founder Ezra Levin on the organizing call. No one seemed to know how to stop them.

But the accounts from that small protest outside the federal building, with just a few people blocking the doors—backed up by chants of “There’s a robbery in progress”—put a spotlight on the scene and gave it a story. On Monday morning, as federal workers reported lockouts from their offices, more people joined. Some protesters took to the street outside the Office of Management and Budget and blocked traffic. And the next day, Indivisible demonstrators and Democratic members of Congress gathered at the Treasury Building in opposition to Musk’s ongoing takeover, which some lawmakers were by then plainly calling an “illegal raid,” in which he “illegally seized power.” When they tried to get into Treasury on Tuesday, they were turned away. “We’re not going to allow them to steal from our people, from working-class people!” Representative Maxwell Frost said at the rally assembled outside.

In the wake of the November election, multiple news outlets ran stories suggesting that, this time, the president’s opposition were exhausted and inclined to sit this one out. But the fact that the National Mall isn’t packed with pussy-hat-wearing women does not mean that everyone has moved on. Some may have, of course, like the group of Pennsylvania women profiled in The New York Times ahead of the 2025 inauguration, whose first experience organizing was protesting Trump’s first term. (But, to be fair, we don’t know how many people in that particular demographic have really tuned out.) The story those particular protests were telling—a man who sexually assaulted women was in the White House, and himself was a threat to democracy—has only gotten more grim, more all-encompassing, in the last eight years. If anything, there is too much to protest and there are too many villains, an overwhelming number of stories competing for attention and action. But protests are, in fact, happening—and this week, more people are starting to show up.

At the same time as some lesser-known federal office buildings became sites of protest on Sunday, thousands of people across the country were turning out in opposition to Trump’s promised mass deportations and the already-escalating ICE raids: In Los Angeles (blocking the 101 Freeway), Phoenix, Las Vegas (over several days, including hundreds outside Trump’s hotel), Dallas, and Atlanta, among others. On Sunday and Monday, a few thousand people in Washington, D.C. and New York protested Trump’s attempted bans on gender-affirming care for young trans people. On Tuesday, as Trump contemplated shutting down the Department of Education by executive order, students walked out of schools in Los Angeles, and members of the Chicago Teachers Union held “walk-ins” at 100 schools, calling for protections for immigrant students, parents, and educators.

What do we know about these protests? It’s too early to make any data-based generalizations. But based on the rapid-fire research I did for this story, including going to some of these protests (both now and in the first Trump administration), they are not primarily organized under a banner of “Resist Trump.” Protests have mobilized around Trump’s orders, but they are also targeting those who are carrying out his orders, whether that’s responding to an ICE raid in their own neighborhood or to a hospital that is preemptively banning gender-affirming care. Many of these same protesters, not coincidentally, remained active no matter who was in the White House.

Their communities did not see the Biden years as a victory but as a possible reprieve. That reprieve didn’t materialize: Biden didn’t brand his deportations as Trump did, and they weren’t media spectacles, but by the numbers available, he removed as many people from the United States as Trump did in his first term. For trans people, who Biden did at least mention in some speeches and whose rights he backed in a number of executive orders, almost all of that has been undone by two weeks of Trump. The Biden years also saw a constant onslaught of attacks on trans people at the state and local level. There was nothing to sit out. Maybe, to those who deemed protesters “tired,” this resistance doesn’t look like what they expected. Perhaps they don’t see protests led by immigrants and trans people as part of the resistance, or see these as side issues—even though those are the communities Trump is specifically targeting.

The resistance to Tyrant 47 feels and looks different from Autocrat-in-Chief Trump’s first term. #Resist47 #ResistTrump

[belle--ofthebrawl]

No title. No explanation. 2k of Cumulus getting eaten out and then Dew making her laugh. (@askingforthesun @jimothybarnes @0-miles-away alright you enablers, look ye upon my work and despair.)

There wasn't anything in particular that put the thought in Dew’s head; it was a hotel night and there was bound to be a lot of tension taken care of in plenty of rooms tonight. He could have ended up with anybody but somewhere deep down, he was happy it was Cumulus. She was the one his lust had settled on and he was going to put in the work to earn her tonight. Not that she wasn't as easy as anyone else, but he was in a mood.

So he helps her pack up at the venue. Took care of her helmet and costume while she slips into casual clothing for the ride to the hotel. Supplies her with water and foot rubs on the way there while she chatted to Aurora, occasionally glancing at him with a smile as he works out the soreness in her feet, reaching up to put a warm hand on her knees every so often. Grabbed her duffle off her bunk when they were there and held the door open for her (and well, the rest of them) as they trudged their way inside. First to the elevator, he sidles in close to her and lays his head on her shoulder, breathing the scent of her sweat damp skin in deep and thinking about where else he wanted to put his face. He was hungry just thinking about it; fresh from a show was his favorite time to eat, when a body was tired but the mind was alive and sparkling, in dire need of a way to shut off. Fresh sweat and musk collecting in a heady bloom that could get him high with only a few breathes in before diving.

Cumulus takes his hand in hers and he knows she knows what he's gunning for.

Good.

She's practically dancing down the hallway behind him as he walks to their room but in fairness, he's pulling her along with him. They both need this tonight. Himself, starving. She, to let go and allow herself to be feasted on. The door swings open and he practically yanks her inside as she tries to stifle her laughter. Shoes and clothes are struggled out of, her laughter bursting and loud when he trips over something and lands on the bed she's so kindly spread herself out on. Dew looks at her through a curtain of blonde and he knows by the way her giggles subside that he looks the predator he really is.

But her consumption will start delicately. He kisses his way up her legs. Past her thighs to what he wants. Lingering for a moment to let the hair tickle his cheek and then moving up to her belly and breasts. Above those to her face. He brushes a lovely silver curl out of the way to kiss her like she deserves and she opens up happily for him with a sigh. Here, she tastes like clean mineral water and a tinge of blood from a closed cut he can only assume happened during the show. It only whets his appetite and they lose a good hour that way, making out like a new pair of lovers. At one point, he slides off for her to roll onto her side and what they speak of will stay between them. It's nothing of true importance, just words to fill a natural lull as their bodies struggle with the decision to continue or to sleep. He would let her if she did, if her need for rest proved to be too great.

But when her hand touches his cheek and he presses his lips to her palm, he feels his appetite flare up with a vengeance and she only has a moment’s notice before he strikes, shoving her on her back again and straddling her, digging his claws in the meat of her shoulders. He’s been wanting for hours now, but he's not too crazed to go straight for her cunt yet. There's other places to sample, like the soft underside of her chin, the breasts he could bury himself in, shit, he’d even make out with her belly button if it made her happy. Tickle her until her whole body shook like she was cumming and she would beg him to stop but he'd just keep going because-

“Dew?” She asks.

He blinks away the fantasy.

“Sorry.” He says, voice only a little scratchy. “Got a little ahead of myself.”

She smiles, her cheeks dimpling and he hides his blush in her tits. Licks up the dried sweat there and squeezes and rubs and plays until she's squirming below him and he's not the only one with a crimson face. At the same time he takes a nipple into his mouth, a hand darts down between her legs to swipe between her lips. She's as wet as he’d hoped she’d be and he smears her slick around her other nipple before he tastes that one too.

It's enough to make him moan.

By now his cock is achingly hard but the little thing won't see any attention tonight, other than what sensation he derives from humping the mattress. The denial is one of his favorite parts of this ritual. Though he eats for hours, it's ultimately in service to the ghoulette below him. He’ll ache and throb and soften from disuse, even as Cumulus sobs out orgasm after orgasm and even thinking about it makes him shiver. No, he's content to be just a driving force in Cumulus' pleasure tonight. His own will come later, at another’s hands.

His prize awaits. Past her breasts and the nipples puffy from his teeth and tongue. Over the curve of her stomach where he pauses to kiss her navel. Following the few scant silvery hairs just beneath it as they trail downward, thinning to a point of disappearance before spreading out and growing thick and curly. He breathes, heating up the air to make her start sweating again, dampening her inner thighs and bringing the scent of her out in full. A prelude to the taste that’s making him drool.

He parts her folds with two fingers, exposing the thinner, redder skin to light. Her clit is fat with arousal, poking up like a little cock itself, inner labia draping elegantly below it, almost coyly hiding her entrance and he rewards himself with a deep grind into the plush surface of the bed when he sees how soaked and slippery she is for him.

They both make identical moans of relief when he finally closes his mouth around her plump clit, using his thumbs to massage the skin around it, pressing firm just above to help the hood slide back so she can't hide from him. He eats her like a man starved, feeling her spread her legs wider to give him better access and in thanks, he presses his face in further. Her slick coats his chin and cheeks the longer he goes at it and her first orgasm gives him a nice little spray on the sheets too. Just a few droplets, nothing too exciting but he sucks them out of the fabric and goes right back to eating her out, ignoring the way she gasps and bats at his head for a few seconds respite. He won't stop and she knows he won't stop but he likes that she tries anyway. Makes her inevitable surrender to him again that much better.

After her third orgasm, he gives her his fingers to ride.

After her fifth, his tongue.

Unglamoured, stuffed deep and squirming inside her hole to fully appreciate how she tastes and feels when he makes her ride the agonizing pleasure of it all with his thumb rubbing right circles on her sore clit, jumping and twitching like it wants to get away but her hands digging in his scalp as she howls, transferring her pain to him as he forces over over the precipice for the sixth time tell Dew that she's about as done with this as he is.

And he is nowhere near finished with her.

They do break, after the sun starts to cast rosy streaks of light into the room. He lets her escape to shower while he digs through his bag for snacks. Nuts and fruit, an electrolyte beverage mix (orange-flavored), and by the time he has everything ready and set up for her, he misses her again and it's easy enough to angle the showerhead so both of them can clean up a bit. And when Dew is finished washing up, he notices a marvelous thing.

The showerhead is detachable.

Cumulus is crying and he has to carry her back to the bed by the time the hot water runs out. Her lovely legs too weak to stand. It's a good thing they have one more night in this city. It's a good thing these walls are relatively sound proof. It's a good thing the others don't tease them too much when he declines texted offers of sight-seeing, when the sight he’d like to see most is sniffling and red-faced on the bed again, hair fanned over over the pillow case and the thatch much lower cleaned up and ready to be dirtied again.

“Dew…” she says in a wavering voice as he climbs over her again. “I can't, it's going to take forever, I don't-”

He cuts her off with a kiss.

“Take as long as you need.” He says fervently, feeling as insane as he sounds. “I’ll stop when I'm done, and I'm not going to be done until I lick you raw.”

“No, nonono, oh no,”

She starts crying again, as he digs his fingers into the pudge around her waist, holds her down so she can't buck him off.

It does take a long time. But eventually her no turns into a yes and while she cries through it, tugging so hard at his hair he thinks she might rip it out, he thinks it's worth it to give it one.

More.

Try.

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He orders room service afterwards so she doesn't have to go through the embarrassment of attempting to walk on useless legs. He picks the first thing on the menu for himself and then whatever the fuck she wants because she deserves it for putting up with him. He’s even gentlemanly enough to not tease her about the way her fingers shake as she points to each item. He drinks coffee from a paper cup, quietly enjoying the view out the window and feeling extraordinarily full of himself, eyes darting to the reflection of the thoroughly sated, fully pleasured ghoulette behind him, curled up in a light doze he’s loathe to interrupt.

His ears prick at the faint ding! of the elevator, wheels rolling smoothly over the carpet. He steps quickly and quietly over to the door, tips the man generously and takes the dishes from him one by one, along with a bottle of wine in an ice-bucket. He doesn't so much as raise an eyebrow at the vintage; whatever she wanted, she would get without a peep of complaint from him.

Appetizers, main course, cheese for the wine and dessert are all laid out in a crowded display on the table that he's tugged over to the bed. She rouses with a little purr and he kisses her forehead, offering her the first bite. He pours the wine into two glasses and they clink in a quiet celebration. Good food, good company, and a great show last night. He can hardly ask for anything else.

While Cumulus tears into a bread roll, sopping it in the juices of her steak, Dew twirls a fork in his own selection; spaghetti made from scratch in house with a sauce of heirloom tomatoes and other locally grown ingredients. But before he can eat it, he inspects it. Pauses. Puts his fork down and goes to the phone where a quick explanation is given and a panicked clerk assures him of a replacement. Cumulus is laughing when he sits back down, having noticed the cause of his distress.

“Really.” She teases, holding up the fork and picking out the strand of long hair that had disgusted him so. “You've had your face buried in my bush since last night and now this little thing freaks you out?”

“Well.” He replies politely, rasing his glass of wine to his lips. “In all fairness, I really wouldn't have liked to find a spaghetti noodle there either.”

She throws the roll at him with a devious cackle, flopping down on the bed to smother her gasps into the pillow.

He never does get tired of seeing her do that.

[novaawayne]

I love my fans but I love more || Izuku Midoriya

pairing: pro hero! Izuku Midoriya x fem assistant! reader

summary: Izuku loves his fans but he loves you even more even if you haven't realized it yet

warnings: NSFW. Riding. Soft dom! Izuku. Pet names (bunny). Assistant x boss. Bad grammar. One bed. Fluff. A little angst(? maybe. Izuku is the sweetest men in word <3

wc: +5.4K

a/n. english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes.

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Izuku was always very nice to his fans. Being the number one hero, he had an image to maintain but it never bothered him. He always had time for a photo or an autograph when someone asked him for it.

However, it was complete chaos when Izuku had an event out of town and had to stay at a hotel. Social media was always following him everywhere and there were some pretty crazy fans following Izuku's every step and quickly finding out which hotel he would be staying at.

It was so that as soon as he got out of the car, he already had a crowd around him waiting to get a photo or an autograph from their favorite hero. It was even enough for them that Izuku looked at them for a couple of seconds.

He didn't need bodyguards, he was a hero, so he didn't really need anyone to protect him unless the event they were attending assigned some.

But this was where your work came in. You were Izuku's personal assistant and you had a pretty tight schedule to keep up with. You understood that it was important to maintain an image for Izuku, so you allowed him to stay for a few minutes but if people kept stopping him with every step he took, it was you who kindly intervened, mentioning that Izuku still had things to do and they could see him another time. Maybe at the event the next day, where he would even answer a few questions.

That particular night, it had been a heavy day and a rather long and tedious flight to your destination. So it was obvious that Izuku was exhausted and needed a good eight hours of sleep from him to stay fresh for the next day.

Unfortunately, when the car stopped in front of the hotel, they saw the crowd of Izuku's fans waiting for him. The green haired boy tried to show a huge smile but it was obvious that he was really exhausted.

The only "bad" thing about the intense fans was when they harassed the poor guy. Some girls would very blatantly come on to him or reach out to touch him in inappropriate parts. A few others gave her their panties or bras. Izuku always blushed at that but in the end he accepted it somehow.

You didn't really care that Izuku had a fun night with any girl he wanted, the problem was when those girls wanted to take advantage of it. They would upload indecent photos to their social media to get more followers or blackmail Izuku to get something in return. There were few girls who really enjoyed that night and left to continue with their lives.

You gave your boss a smile and he responded in kind. So you opened the door and went out first, Izuku came out right behind you and the crowd rushed at you.

You tried to keep everyone at a fair distance and it more or less worked. But there were really a lot of people around him. You looked at your watch, you would allow it to be there for five minutes and then you would drag it if necessary.

Also, Izuku was one of the people who found it difficult to say 'no' and that night was no exception. He was really tired but still he showed a huge smile as he signed some autographs and took photos with some other people.

You made sure that everything was kept in order. You looked at your watch again, ten minutes had passed and you decided that it was enough.

"Sorry guys. Izuku has to go now but tomorrow you can see him again" you raised your voice and everyone seemed to understand.

Izuku gave you a grateful look and they both went into the hotel, where the security guard didn't allow anyone who wasn't staying to enter.

The green haired man sighed tiredly.

“Go sit while I order the rooms”

"Okay, thanks"

The man dragged his feet into the waiting room and you went to the counter, where a man was looking at his computer.

"Hello" you greeted kindly.

The man took his eyes off the computer and gave you a friendly smile.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"I have a reservation"

He looked back at the computer as he asked, “whose name is the reservation in?”

“L/N” you answered. You always said your name for Izuku's safety.

The man checked his computer.

"Oh yes" he smiled and looked at you again "a double room, is that correct?"

You frowned at him and pulled out your tablet.

"No, actually I made the reservation for two single rooms" you spoke while looking for your reservation record.

That man also looked a bit confused as he went back to check his computer.

"I'm sorry lady. Here I only have the record of a matrimonial room”

You found your record, where it actually said that you had booked two single rooms. You showed the man the tablet and he soon looked embarrassed.

"Is right. I'll call my manager to find out what happened."

"Yes, thanks"

The man left after giving you back your tablet. You started to hit the wood with your fingers and looked at Izuku who was falling asleep on the couch. Maybe you could give the room to Izuku and you would manage otherwise, besides you could just rent an extra room and the problem would be solved, but you were worried that that man seemed very concerned about that mistake. The most important thing to you was Izuku's safety and comfort.

The man from earlier returned to a smaller, chubby man with a large mustache.

"Hello Miss. My employee told me that there was an error with your reservation”

You nodded.

"Yes. But it doesn't matter, I just want one more room”

Both men looked at each other.

"I'm sorry, but due to the hero event starting tomorrow, we don't have any more rooms available," he explained.

You looked at him worried and a little annoyed. It was they who made the mistake not you.

"Not a room? It doesn't matter if it's the most expensive or the cheapest”.

The first man who answered you looked at his computer but quickly denied it.

"Very sorry. We can give you a fifty percent discount coupon for your next visit”

“I don't need a coupon” You didn't want to sound upset, but you were. You felt tired and Izuku had to go to sleep immediately. "I want a room. I wasn't the one who made the mistake."

“I understand and I really apologize. In addition to the coupon, your room service will be free”

Before you could answer, Izuku was already behind you.

"Everything is alright?" he asked you, he sounded a little sleepy.

"Not really. There was an error with the reservation and they will only give us one room instead of two”

"Oh..." was all he said but he cleared his throat "well... we can share"

You didn't want to upset him. Much less when Izuku had such an important event the next day. But it was already late and you were too tired to go looking for another hotel with available rooms. Which was very complicated due to the event.

"Good" you gave up.

You finished arranging the documents with the manager and he handed you the key card. You and Izuku headed for the elevator but before you could get in, a girl approached him. She looked very shy as she kept her gaze downcast and her cheeks were an intense red color. She was wearing a pastel pink skirt that was too short for her along with a white top.

Izuku gave you an all-okay look so you stayed a bit away while they talked. You didn't hear his words, but you did catch how your boss's neck turned red. You were already getting an idea of ​​the conversation they were having and you felt a little uncomfortable.

It was obvious that Izuku might need to relax somehow and might want to sleep with a girl.

That girl gave him a gift bag, Izuku took it curiously but as soon as she saw its contents, even her ears turned red. They were probably panties. Those were the gifts they gave him most frequently.

You sighed tired. It was your cue to give them their space. You approached them carefully, getting their attention.

"Deku, sorry to interrupt" you cleared your throat and handed him the room access card. He took it without understanding why you were giving it to him “I just called the hotel that is two blocks from here and they have a free room. I'll go there and we can meet here first thing tomorrow morning in the lobby."

That girl got closer to Izuku, clinging to the man's shirt.

The green-haired man looks at you, trying to reflect on your words, but he wasn't able to say anything because the mysterious and pretty girl is already taking him to the elevator. You raise your hand in farewell as they leave.

You sigh tired and return to the lobby to take a seat on one of the sofas and take your laptop out of your small suitcase that you carried hanging from your shoulder to work for a while. You can't sleep there, but they won't kick you out if you're just working. Also, the guy behind the counter is still engrossed behind his computer and hasn't told you anything about not being there.

However, it's not like you could do much. Your work was complete because you never liked to leave anything to the last minute.

You stared at the screen, deciding to review for the millionth time the schedule of the next day's event. Maybe you can have a coffee along with a power drink in the morning and you will be as good as new. You would only have to take a bath and change your clothes but it is something that you would fix when the time comes.

You read the document but you had barely reached the second page when you heard the elevator doors open revealing a very tired Izuku.

They both looked at each other for a fraction of a second. Izuku hurried over and before you could react, the man had taken your laptop shut along with your suitcase and slung it over his shoulder.

"Come on, we have to rest" he said simply.

You had to run after him to the elevator without being quite sure what had happened. Once inside the metallic box, you looked at Izuku.

“Ummmm,” you stammered, “I…thought you might want some alone time with that girl.”

He looked at you with some curiosity.

"Why would you believe that?" He was genuinely curious.

You shrugged.

“It has been a stressful week, especially today. I thought…” your cheeks started to feel hot “that maybe… you would want… you know. Spend the night with someone” you muttered the last part.

You didn't dare look at him after saying that. It was a bit embarrassing. Furthermore, you had perfectly concealed your feelings towards the man. You had fallen in love with him a long time ago but you were only his assistant and he could be with beautiful models or whoever he wanted. Why would you be?

Izuku placed a hand on your head gently and shook your hair.

"Not really," he said at last. Still, you didn't dare to look at him “I just want to sleep and I'm sure you need rest too. You've done so much lately that I even feel a little guilty."

You quickly denied. He never bothered you about your work, in fact you were happy to do anything he asked of you.

"I'm fine" you assured and looked at him for the first time. Izuku noticed the decision in your eyes "I just want everything to be perfect for tomorrow and your well-being is more important to me"

The doors opened and Izuku placed a hand to stop them from closing as you walked out.

They walked down the hall and stopped in front of the door that had the number 37 on it. Izuku took out the access card and opened it. Once again, he let you go first. You immediately noticed the lights on and Izuku's suitcase on the floor.

It was quite a small room. Upon entering, there was a small corridor, to the right, in the middle of that corridor there was a door that took you to a bathroom with a shower. Further on, at the end of the small hallway, you found the double bed that took up most of the space. Opposite the bed was a chest of drawers and on the wall was a screen. In one corner was a small glass table along with two small chairs. On each side of the bed, there were two nightstands with a lamp on each. And that was it. There wasn't even much sleeping space on the floor.

Izuku carefully placed your suitcase on the floor and the laptop on the glass table.

"If you don't mind, I'll use the bathroom and then you can use it," he said.

"Oh sure. Take all the time you need".

You saw him look for something in his suitcase and then he went into the bathroom that they had passed. You sighed heavily when you heard the door close. At least the bed was big enough and they could put a barrier in the middle to avoid any awkward situation.

You took care of that before Izuku came out. You placed the pillows in the middle, leaving a little more room on your boss's side since he was bigger than you and he needed a little more space. You also pulled out an extra sheet that was stored in the dresser and reinforced the little barrier.

Proud of your work, you headed to your small suitcase to get out of your pajamas and wait for Izuku to come out.

The man came out almost immediately and was a bit puzzled to see the large divider on the bed.

“Is it okay to sleep on the left side?” You asked while looking at him.

You almost felt your heart jump out of your chest. You've seen your boss in every way there is. In his hero suit, in a suit, in his normal clothes, even in a bathing suit for some photo shoot. But this time... seeing him in his pajamas and in such an intimate situation... was strange. He wore a white shirt that fitted perfectly to his body like a second skin, making every one of his muscles stand out. His sweatpants hugged his hips perfectly even though they were dangerously low, leaving little to the imagination where a small bulge would show. He probably wasn't that little but you didn't want to think about it too much.

You stopped navigating your dirty thoughts when he spoke.

"Oh… sure" he mumbled and sat on the edge of the bed "but you used all the pillows and I really would love to have at least one under my head" it wasn't a complaint, in fact his tone was amused but for a second you had forgotten that little detail, more focused on establishing a division.

“Oh… you're right” you cleared your throat “take the pillows you want and you can keep the extra sheet as a divider. Now I'll take the bath."

You didn't wait for an answer and you ran away with all your things.

Your visit to the bathroom was quick. It was quite a nice and spacious bathroom but you didn't admire it too much. You washed your face and brushed your teeth before changing clothes. Fifteen minutes later, you had emerged from the bathroom in shorts and a rather skinny tank top. It was very hot even at night, so you wanted something light to sleep in but you never imagined that you would sleep in the same room as your boss.

Izuku had already settled on his side of the bed but he was leaning against the headboard looking at his cell phone. He turned to look at you when he heard you close the bathroom door and his cheeks began to turn a deep red as he watched you.

He chose not to say anything as he urgently looked at his cell phone but now his brain had a tattoo of you in tiny pajamas. And not only that. You would sleep next to him dressed like that.

You turned off the lights and settled on your side of the bed. The lights on the table lamps were still on.

"Good night" you muttered as you lay on your side, turning your back to Izuku.

"Good night," he murmured in the same way.

You turned off the lamp next to you and squeezed your eyes shut to try to sleep but you couldn't. A pain spread between your legs and although you squeezed your legs a bit, the image of Izuku did not disappear from your mind. The worst thing was that you had him on one side and you couldn't do anything to ease the pain.

You heard Izuku turn off his lamp and get comfortable on the bed. Maybe you could wait for him to fall asleep and ease that pain a bit.

The minutes passed and you heard your boss's soft breathing indicating that he had fallen asleep.

"Izuku?" You murmured in the dark and when you didn't get an answer you sighed with relief.

You settled on the bed and one of your hands traveled under your shirt to one of your nipples to caress it. Your other hand went to the inside of your panties where you felt all the accumulated moisture. You quickly began rubbing your clit while biting down hard on your lip to catch any kind of sound.

The mere thought of having Izuku on your side and the possibility of him getting you, turned you on even more. You rubbed harder on your clit and twisted your nipple for more stimulation.

Your whole body burned with pleasure. you were close you just needed a little more but you felt like it wasn't enough.

A moan escaped your lips and although you didn't notice it, the sound alerted Izuku. Who widened his eyes in concern but held his ground when he heard the wet sounds you were making.

His cheeks heated up and he felt his cock start to get hard. Your breaths were heavy and you could no longer control your moans. Izuku felt a bit guilty for hearing what you were doing… but it wasn't his fault that you decided to masturbate in the middle of the night.

His hand went inside his clothing and he began stroking the length of him as he imagined what you were doing. He could just flip over and remove that stupid barrier you'd tried to put up but now there was just a sheet that was probably going to be gone in the morning.

The pre-cum began to drip and he used it to lubricate all of his cock. He traced small circles with his thumb in the slit and he had to bite down hard on his cheek to keep from gasping when he heard you moan louder.

“Izu…” he heard you groan and stopped abruptly. Did you hear right? Or was it just a hallucination? Did you find out that he woke up? “Please…” you begged. Izuku got even harder if that was possible.

He wanted you. In all possible ways. You were his cute secretary that he has been in love with for some time now. He loves to masturbate while looking at a photo of the two of you together that was taken at an event two years ago, where you were wearing a suit similar to his but yours was a mini skirt, with a top that exposed your midsection and you were wearing some pretty bunny ears. Damn, I loved that photo. That day I just wanted to bend you over the interview table to fuck you in front of everyone and show them who you belonged to. But he held back.

He respected you and admired you for the hard work you did for him. But damn, how can you not fall in love with someone as perfect as you? At least, he saw you as the most perfect being that has walked the earth.

That night, when that pretty and shy girl approached him to ask if he wanted to spend the night together, he got a little confused when he saw you handing him the room card. He knew that you knew about his small encounters with his fans, because you were the one who always ended up fixing all the problems that arose later. But it had been a while since he stopped doing that, mainly because now he had you and he didn't want to betray you in any way, even though they weren't even together. His hand and your photos had been enough for some time but lately Izuku felt like he needed more.

And now, for reasons of the universe, the hotel where they were staying had only one double room that they would have to share. It could be better?

When that girl took him to the elevator, they stopped at a random floor and he explained that he wasn't interested in her. He even returned the pretty panties she had given him in a gift bag.

That girl seemed sad, even a little upset but she went back to her room with her friends. Izuku for his part, went to the room to leave his things and go looking for you. He knew there wouldn't be any rooms available and he knew you wouldn't risk going out so late at night, so he was relieved to see you at the front desk in front of your computer.

Returning to the present.

Izuku continued to pump his cock as he listened to you moan his name like it was some kind of mantra. He loved it. You were driving him crazy.

"Ugh" you complained. Your hand was not enough.

Izuku felt a bit bold and decided to speak ignoring the possibility that things between you two might not be the same again.

"Do you need a little help, bunny?" He asked.

You froze in place. Izuku had discovered you? You noticed that you had no longer held back your moans due to the intense pleasure that consumed you.

"Bunny?" He tried again.

fuck it You needed it.

"Yes, please" you murmured.

In a second, you felt the bed move a bit and Izuku was on top of you. His intense eyes looked at you with hunger willing to make you feel good.

You lifted your hands to his cheeks and raised your head to capture his lips. Izuku accepted it immediately.

You couldn't think about your actions, not when you desperately need to relieve your arousal. For a second, you even thought it was a dream.

It was a rough and needy kiss but Izuku tried to do it a little more gently to lengthen the moment. he didn't want to wake up the next day and have you think this was a one night stand. No. He wanted to make it clear to you that he loved you much more than that.

He put a hand under your waist and turned them so that you were sitting on his waist. You looked down at him for a moment while you controlled his breathing.

"You are so beautiful" Izuku spoke in a whisper "can I touch you?"

You nodded. It was all you needed.

Izuku made himself comfortable by sitting against the headboard and bringing his hands to your waist. His calloused fingers ran over your soft, warm skin very carefully. For one of the strongest and most powerful men in the world, it was surprising how soft he was.

Slowly he raised your little tank top until it was removed from your body. There was nothing below and for a moment he was mesmerized by the sight of you. You almost get embarrassed but he didn't give you enough time because Izuku grabbed your waist again with force and leaned forward to put one of your tits in his mouth. You gasped as your back arched and your hands went to his hair.

That felt so good. You needed more from Izuku. Much more.

He did the same on both sides, licking and sucking on your nipples as if he were a hungry man. When he finished, he began to leave a trail of kisses and marks from your chest to your neck, passing through your shoulders and up your beautiful face to end on your lips.

You moved your hips and finally realized how hard Izuku was. You didn't think much of it when you reached your hands to the hem of Izuku's shirt to lift it up. You broke away from him gasping and he helped you remove the garment.

It was your turn to admire it from your place. It was beautiful. Izuku blushed a little embarrassed, thinking that maybe you would find it unpleasant to see all the scars that adorned his body. But it was not the case.

You bit your lower lip gently and took your fingers to his chest to trace one of the scars. Izuku sighed at the action. Your fingers were soft and gentle and he liked that.

You leaned in as you took his cheeks and gently kissed his lips. Izuku put his hands on your hips and his kiss began to deepen more and more.

Both had the urge to feel each other's body more and more. They parted after a moment with ragged breaths. But you quickly leaned in to kiss Izuku's neck and he couldn't help but moan when you got to that sweet spot that was driving him crazy. You started to go lower and lower and when he realized what you were going to do, he stopped you while he panted. It took a lot of courage for him not to give in to his pleasure.

"Wait" he murmured "tonight... I wish you would ride me" his cheeks were bright red "I want to feel you squeeze me"

You agreed. You would do anything to make him feel good.

The rest of both of their clothes disappeared in a second and you placed yourself on top of Izuku's cock. You gently took it in your hand and rubbed it against your wet cunt. They both groaned. Izuku squeezed your hips hard, silently asking you to end his suffering.

"Please, bunny," he stammered, "please, I need you so bad."

Seeing him below you and also hearing him beg made you reach your limit. You placed a hand on his shoulder for balance and began to slowly lower yourself. They both gasped as they tried to get used to the sensation.

Izuku was breathing heavily, probably trying with all his might not to cum right then. Your soft walls were so warm and hugged him so tightly he was about to lose his mind. He leaned forward to suck on your nipple.

You still couldn't get used to the size of him. Izuku had a really big cock and he was stretching you in a way you didn't know was possible. There was pain and pleasure combined that made your eyes sting from the tears that trickled down your cheeks.

It wasn't long before you started moving your hips. Izuku pressed his fingers more on your skin but he didn't stop licking and sucking on your nipple.

"That's it bunny" Izuku spoke as he pulled away "you feel so good. You are so beautiful"

You couldn't think. The compliments were going through your head.

You brought a hand to your clit to rub it but Izuku removed your hand and they both looked into each other's eyes for a moment.

"Let me do it" he asked "let me make you feel good"

You couldn't talk. Izuku's cock inside you was making a complete fool of you. You just nodded.

Izuku stuck two fingers inside your mouth that you filled with drool and licked like it was a delicious candy. As Izuku pulled his fingers from him, he brought them to your already sensitive clit to rub.

Your mind went blank. You could only feel the pleasure that Izuku was granting you at that moment and that was it.

Izuku kept telling you how well you were doing as he began to set the pace himself. With his great strength, you were probably lighter than a feather. You were like a rag doll to him and you just wanted him to use you however he wanted.

"Izu..." you gasped "please... I want you to cum inside me"

The very thought made Izuku almost come on the spot but he tried to hold on a little longer.

"Are you sure?" he asked you.

"Yes, yes please. I need it so much"

The pounding of skin against skin echoed throughout the room along with their gasps and moans. They were both close but Izuku wasn't going to cum until you did.

"I'm going to…"

"Yes, bunny. Cum on my dick. You make a mess"

And that you did. A loud moan escaped your lips but Izuku didn't stop his thrusts and he didn't stop screaming at your clit, causing you to be overstimulated.

"Bunny" Izuku groaned "I'm close too. Please tell me that you really want me to cum inside you."

Your walls tightened around his cock.

"Please Izuku. I want your sperm inside me" you managed to say when you started to come down from your cloud "I want it to slip between my legs even tomorrow so that the whole world can see who I belong to"

Your words drove him completely crazy and the mere image of you, with his own semen dripping from your beautiful legs made him cum instantly.

They both breathed heavily. You flopped onto Izuku's chest as he caressed your back. They were both sweaty and sticky but that didn't matter right now.

"Come on bunny" Izuku spoke softly "let me clean up this mess a bit"

You nodded, but your eyes were closed and you had no strength to move. Izuku was warm and you didn't want to be separated from him.

He smiled when he realized it and continued leaving soft caresses on your back. In the end you woke up while letting out a deep sigh and fell on the bed.

Izuku stood up to put on his underwear and ran to the bathroom. He came back with a wet towel to clean you up a bit. Immediately he took a bottle of water that was on the glass table and asked you to drink a little.

It seemed like a dream and you never wanted it to end. Izuku helped you put on his shirt so you could cover yourself up a bit and then he arranged the covers over your body. Immediately he settled on his side of the bed and looked at the ceiling for a moment before speaking.

“Can I… can I snuggle with you?” He asked you. His cheeks felt hot with embarrassment.

You let out a laugh and it was you who approached him to lie on his chest. Izuku sighed in relief and hugged you, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“Just so you know… I love my fans but I love you much more”

"I love you very much too, Izu"

He smiled. They were the only words he needed to hear.

I'm not really sure what this is but I'm practicing my smut writing a bit. I hope you liked it even a little <3

[ameenvie]

Over The Phone - jamie tartt x fem!reader

masterlist | ao3 | ko-fi | fic recs

Word count: 1.5k Pairing: Jamie Tartt x fem!reader Warnings: nsfw, smut, minors DNI!, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirrrty talk Tags: smut Prompt/Summary: Kinktober day 6 - Phone sex. Speaks for itself, Jamie is at an away game without you and you miss him dearly A/N: Not much for this one, just want to thank the amazing people who beta-read this for me: @angelbarnes-rogers & @confessionsofatotaldramaslut!! ❤✨ I just hope you'll enjoy this! 🙏❤❤

Your phone started buzzing on the bed next to you, it lit up and you saw your boyfriend’s name on the screen alongside a funny photo of the two of you. It was quite late already, so you didn’t expect him to call but you quickly answered.

“I thought you were asleep already” you said in a low, sleepy voice.

“Nah, we were watching a film. No phones allowed” Jamie said on the other side of the line, his voice just as tired as yours.

Richmond had an away game at the weekend, and unfortunately this time you couldn’t travel to watch him play. It might’ve been silly, but you really missed him even though he was only gone for a day or two at times like these.

“That sounds fun” you replied and closed your book that you were reading, setting it on the bedside table. “Did Ted make you cry again?” you chuckled, and Jamie scoffed.

“I never cry on films.”

“Yeah, sure” you teased. “Don’t you have a curfew? It’s getting quite late.”

“Just wanted to hear your voice before going to bed” he paused before continuing. “I miss you.” His admission didn’t surprise you, but it made your heart swell and a warm feeling of love spread through your body. His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket on a winter evening.

“I miss you too, Jamie.” You shuffled under the covers, and he probably heard the sound of the fabric ruffling.

“You in bed?” he asked, and you swore his voice got a bit deeper than it was just mere seconds ago.

“Yeah. I wish you were here.”

“Me too, love” he paused for a second before he spoke again. “But don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you when I get home.” His voice was cocky, and you heard the smile in his voice.

“Yeah?” you chuckled. “Any particular ideas?” You knew exactly what he was alluding to. You already felt heat rise in your body and a tingling sensation settling in your stomach.

“You know it” he teased.

“Maybe, but...” you hesitated.

“Yes, angel?”

“I want you to tell me” you whispered and let out a shaky breath. Usually, you didn’t mind asking for what you want, hell, even begging – but you felt self-conscious now all of a sudden. Jamie let out a low hum on the other end of the line before he spoke again.

“You want me to tell you how I’d fuck you if I was there, hmm?”

“Fuck, Jamie” you breathed, squeezing your eyes shut. You put the call on speakers and set the phone onto the pillow next to you.

“Can’t last one day without me.”

You shuffled under the covers to get out of your underwear. Your breathing was already heavy, and he didn’t even begin.

“Don’t touch yourself yet. Want to take my time with you” he mused, and his voice was dripping with lust. You could basically see him in front of you – his hair loose and messy, lying on his hotel bed in a t-shirt and his boxers alone. It turned you on even more, the need to touch him stronger with every second.

“’tis what you think about all day when I’m away? How I’m going to fill you up when I get home?” his words were filthy, but you heard in his voice that he was smiling. The image of it burned into your mind and filled every small segment of it completely. “I bet it is.” You gripped the sheets next to your body as you listened to him, dying to feel some friction between your legs. You loved that filthy mouth of his and you couldn't deny it as moans and whimpers escaped your lips.

“It is” you whined, and he let out a low chuckle.

“Are you naked?”

“N-no” you stuttered. “In a top.”

“Be a good girl and take them off for me, hmm?” You heard fabric ruffling on the other side of the line before you took the hem of your spaghetti-strap top and pulled it over your head, the cold air of the room felt alien for a second, hardening your nipples. You squeezed your eyes shut as frustration began to rise in your body together with your neediness. You wanted to be touched so bad, even if it was only by your own hands. But you didn’t even think about cheating, you waited for Jamie’s next orders.

“Fucking hell, love if I was there, I’d make you feel so good, yeah? Kiss your pretty tits first, just how you like-“ he groaned, and he had to pause for a second. You figured forming sentences was just as hard for him as it was for you in this lustful haze. All you could think about was how much you wanted him. “Touch them” he commanded, and you obliged, your hand sneaking up to your breast as you squeezed it gently at first, but then a bit harder. You let out a shaky breath before your finger moved to slowly play with your nipple, circling and pinching it gently. You moaned loudly before you heard Jamie’s voice again.

“I want you to put your finger into your pretty little mouth and make it as wet as you can ‘aight love?” Flames were eating away at your body as heat rose to your ears before you put your index finger into your mouth and licked on it slowly. A brief thought of Jamie’s length in your mouth invaded your thoughts and you let out a loud moan.

“Touch yourself, babe. Like I would – I’d take my time with you, teasing that gorgeous pussy of yours” he mused, and you thought you heard him shuffle on the other side of the line, touching himself as well. You swiped your wet finger against your sensitive clit and you gasped, your back arching away from the bed. You started to rub slow circles around the sensitive bud and you rolled your hips against your palm. All Jamie could hear was your heavy breathing as he slowly palmed himself.

“Jamie” you whimpered his name as you continued your ministrations before you pushed a finger inside your dripping cunt. His name fell from your lips like a prayer.

“Feels good, hmm?”

“Not as good as yours” you admitted bashfully. “Can I- can I add another one, please?” Jamie groaned and cursed under his breath.

“Fuck, how could I say no to that?” he chuckled dryly, and you pushed another finger inside yourself. The stretch felt amazing but you knew it was nothing compared to Jamie being inside of you. You moved them in and out, your walls hugged them perfectly as you picked up your pace.

“Jamie?”

“Yes, love?”

“Are you touching yourself?” you asked between breaths as your other hand find its way to your clit, continuing where you left off.

“Fuck, babe” he moaned into the phone before he continued. “Yes I am.” You rolled your hips a bit stronger against your fingers and you felt your arousal soak them. “You like that, hmm?”

“Yes” you gasped.

“You like how I’m doing that while thinking of you?”

“What… Are you thinking about?” You bit your lip.

“About your perfect lil pussy, how I’d like to taste it. Fuck, angel I’d eat you out all night long, making you come ‘til you can’t talk.” You moaned out loud, Jamie’s words filling your thoughts, images of his head between your legs as he smiles at you devilishly as you can’t keep your composure. His name is all you can muster up, Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.  You felt your nerves igniting and tension build in your every muscle, like a bow that’s ready to snap. You tightened the movements of your finger on your clit.

“And then I’d fuck you so good. I’ll make you feel so good, love.” His breathing started to become erratic and he found it harder and harder to keep going as his own high creeped up in him. He moaned between the words; you knew they turned him on just as much as they turned you on. “Fill your tight little cunt perfectly. You’d be so good for me, wouldn’t you babe?” Your fingers curled inside you to reach your sweet spot as his filthy words pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Jamie, I’m so-“ you gasped. “So close.” He moaned and picked up his pace as well.

“Come for me” he whispered. “With me.” His words were stuttering. Your breathing became more and more erratic by the second. “Fuck, love, I can’t wait to feel you around me, so good. I love you so fucking much.”

You felt your walls tighten around your fingers as the coil inside your body snapped as your orgasm washed over you. You fucked yourself through your high, your walls fluttering around your fingers as you came down. You still heard Jamie’s strained moans for a second before he reached his own release as well, cursing and moaning under his breath.

“You alright?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Fantastic” he answered. “Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“It’s gonna be worth the wait I promise.”

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Prompts 2 17 22 w/ Alastor

i want alfredo so bad guys im sorry i dont know what to write in these notes theres so much going being written at once that my brain is DRY i dont know what to yap about!! prompts: sick, back from the dead, moving in together notes: gn reader, can be a sinner or hellborn reader, short and sweet, written on computer, assume any traditionally romantic prompts for al are queer platonic and/or he is tending to his partners romantic needs, reminder that aro people can still date we just got no attraction WOO YEAH BABY! its called a spectrum for a reason (coming from an aroace) cws: mentions of general sickness stuff, vomit

SICK

he doesnt really.... get sick... so youre likely the one hes going to have to take care of until you recover... which is whatever, he makes sure youre all nice and bundled as well as at least having some water or food

hes not going to hover over you, though, hes a busy guy whos got stuff that needs to be done. whether or not you eat your soup is up to you. if youre in a particularly bad state maybe he'll have someone else keep an eye on you- whether it be one of the people he can just. yoink up from his shadow (such as husk, the workers that fix the hotel, ect), or simply having his shadow do the work... though... maybe having the shadow work isnt a good idea...

doesnt like vomit. his smile may be stuck but you can tell hed grimace if he could

BACK FROM THE DEAD

honestly if you came back from the dead- assuming hes also still alive on earth- hes going to be... fascinated. how did you do that? even if hes not going to be all over you in an obvious way to figure out just how you did it.... hes going to be keeping his eyes on you

hes more so interested in that than the fact youre back- you know. his friend and life time partner? its a little... cold... but thats alastor, you had an idea of how he functioned before you dedicated your life working with him

..unless you werent his friend and rather his dinner... is this... an infinite food glitch?/j

MOVING IN TOGETHER

well if youre moving into the hotel... you probably have your own room! so hopefully theres no need to step on each others feet! but prior to the hotel?

hes very particular about his living space. he needs his space, and he needs it to be a certain way otherwise youre going to have a tense and unhappy overlord in your company... best to let him take the reigns if youre the one moving in... hes a lot more tolerable if hes the one moving in with you. though... the odds of that are low and even lower if its something permanent. moving in with you feels like a forfeit of control in a way and he doesnt much care for that

only thing that is off limits to you is an office type room. thats his space and his space alone. you might not even be allowed into it. he needs somewhere to go to be alone, if he doesnt want to go out