#and just now i was coming off the elevator and accidentally knocked something over on my cart

[cetoddle]

i think it’s a combination of the drawfee brainrot and the fact that one of the only living beings i interact with regularly is my cat but ive recently taken to unironically saying meow and meowing about things like literally all the time and it’s honestly so embarrassing

[rafey-baby]

vampire!rafe doesn’t want to hurt neighbor!reader but he’s just so hungry and she just smells so good...

c/w: blood, vampire!rafe feeding on her w out permission, slightly suggestive, 18+ mdni!

wc: 2.9k

happy halloween & kinktober to all who celebrate xx

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To put it plainly, there has always been something off about her neighbor; a peculiarity in the air surrounding him and an eccentricity in his outlandish aura. She thinks she could count all of their conversations (consisting of a few sparse sentences) with one hand, even though he’s lived in the apartment next to her for almost a year now.   

She remembers their first encounter as clear as day. She’d chirped a friendly ‘Hi! Do you need any help?’ when she’d noticed an unfamiliar presence carrying heavy boxes, even if he made it seem like they were filled with fluffy feathers with how easily he was lifting them with those beefy arms of his.

However, in response, he’d merely halted his movements and stared down at her as if she was some sort of a folkloric monster before muttering out a cold ‘Uh, no thanks’ followed by him slamming his door closed with the back of his foot.   

After that, their interactions haven’t been anything more than awkward nods of acknowledgment in the elevator or her accidentally bumping into him in the hallways, which was more often than not her fault, with how often she got lost in her daydreams and forgot about the world around her. Each time, he’d mutter out a displeased ‘Watch where you’re going, yeah?’ while taking a notable step back for good measure.   

Despite his apparent distaste for her though, she couldn’t help but find his brooding eyes and grumpy demeanor sort of alluring. And it didn’t help that he was quite easy on the eyes as well. However, since he seemed to hate her guts (the reason unclear to her) she tried to stay out of his way the best she could, not wanting to bother him anymore than she apparently already did by simply existing.   

Therefore, she hesitates a few times before knocking on Rafe’s door to inquire if he’d happen to have any gauze or even bandages. At this point, she’ll take anything because the cut on the skin between her thumb and index finger seems to be deeper than she originally thought; warm maroon dripping down her wrist since the paper towels she’s pressing against the wound aren’t being very helpful.   

She’s not entirely sure how it happened. One second, she was contently humming to the music playing from her earphones and cutting up some sweet potatoes to turn into fries in the oven, and the next, she’s bleeding onto her cutting board. And if that wasn’t bad enough, turns out she doesn’t even own a first-aid kit.   

Normally, she’d ask the kind, elderly woman living behind her other wall for help since she’s always so lovely to her; bringing her hand-baked pies and gracing her with the warmest greetings whenever they cross paths. However, it’s rather late and she doesn’t want to wake her incase she’s already in bed.   

Therefore, her only option is her other neighbor since she doesn’t even know the names of the other people living in the same apartment complex.   

She stands on top of his doormat for a few moments, fleetingly wondering if he’s even home, before the door cracks open and all of a sudden, she’s blinking up at Rafe’s tall frame.  

“Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you. I know it’s late and all but um, was wondering if you had anything to…patch this up with?” she lifts up her wounded hand in emphasis as she stumbles over her words.   

The glimmering sapphires of his eyes slightly widen at the sight of the tissue soaked through in vermilion as he simply stares. His gaze is awfully similar to their first encounter — like she’s just killed his cat — before seemingly snapping out of the haze he’d lost himself; clearing his throat as if there’s some sort of an itch there.   

“Yeah, uh, come in,” he ushers her in with a tense smile; like he’d rather be doing anything other than inviting her into his home.  

“Gonna see if I can, uh, find something for that…you can wait in the kitchen, yeah?” he says before disappearing into the bathroom.   

And he’s always made her rather nervous, however, right now she feels like a little kitten who’s just stepped into a lion’s den as she wanders over to what she assumes is the kitchen. Fleetingly, she wonders if he prefers to order in or eat out since the countertops and cupboards appear far too clean and empty to be used regularly. As she takes a closer look, even the stove and the oven look brand new; like they’ve never been used before.   

“Wasn’t aware my kitchen was that interesting.”   

She flinches when he’s suddenly behind her. And what he said sounded like a joke, however, when she spins on her heel to face him; his expression is as serious as a statue.   

“Sorry, I just…um, nothing, sorry,” she shakes her head to rid herself of the eerie feeling trickling down her spine; her vivid imagination getting the best of her, as always. He’s probably just a clean freak.   

“Sit,” he gestures towards the chair he’s pulled out for her before she hesitantly obeys; a strange ambience following him when he crouches down in front of her in order to take her hand in between his larger ones.   

“How did this even happen?” he flits his eyes over to hers and she could swear there’s something obscure swimming in the watery ponds, almost like a deep craving for something.   

“Oh, I was just making dinner and…got distracted while holding the knife, I guess,” she explains, embarrassed now that she has to recall the moments before disaster.   

“Clumsy girl,” he scolds her. “Should be more careful, you know?”  

“I know, sorry,” she peeps out.   

“Don’t need to apologize. Mistakes happen, yeah?” he reassures her with an uncharacteristically tender tone that confuses her to no end but before she has the chance to question it, he’s slowly breathing in through his nose; eyes fluttering shut along with his exhale as if trying to calm himself down.   

She blinks, disconcerted. “You, um, you okay?”  

“Yeah, yeah. Jus’ had a...long day,” he mutters out before swallowing.   

“Right…” she drifts off when he peels away the saturated tissue to properly inspect the injury.   

In the process, some of the maroon trickles down to stain his fingers and at that, she notices his entire form tense as he halts his movements; tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip.  

“You sure you’re fine? Do you get like squeamish around blood or? Can do it myself if it makes you uncomfortable,” she suggests cluelessly, not comprehending why his behavior is suddenly even more unsettling than before.   

A dry chuckle tumbles from his throat in response because he’s practically doing everything in his power not to drain her of every last blood cell and she’s concerned for his comfort. What an adorable little thing.   

However, his laughter doesn’t last very long since he can hear the blood flowing in her veins; smell the sweetness of it on her palm and at the end of the day, he only has so much self-control.  

“Nah, I just…” his gaze sticks like glue to the scarlet droplets on his thumb, seemingly contemplating something. Then, to her utmost surprise, he’s bringing it up to his mouth and tucking it past his lips; a low groan rumbling from his throat when her taste melts on his tongue.  

“What are you—” her eyes widen in shock and before she can comprehend what’s happening, he’s bringing her hand closer to his mouth and sinking sharp teeth into the skin of her palm; a guttural moan following his actions.   

And it all happens so quickly, her brain only registering the throbbing pain that follows.   

“Ow, what the hell?” her voice is alarmed as she tries to yank her arm back, unfortunately to no avail since he’s much stronger and doesn’t even notice she’s trying to move; entirely too consumed by the sweet nectar she’s involuntarily providing him with.   

His bite stings; makes her gasp for breath to tolerate the dreadful ache before it turns into something else entirely, something akin to pleasure. Her brows furrow as she tries to grasp onto the nearly obscene sight before her; his eyes flickering shut as he contently hums and grunts around the flesh between his teeth.  

“Shit, why do you taste so good? What the fuck do you eat, huh?” his question is muffled around the wound he’s feasting on; his noises of gratification sending a foreign spark to stir in her guts as they echo around the otherwise quiet apartment.   

“I don’t— I don’t know?” her fuzzy brain is having a hard time understanding what she’s supposed to do in this entirely too strange of a situation. At this point, it feels more like a fever dream than reality.  

“Can’t fucking stop. Shit, I’m sorry, haven’t had a proper meal in ages,” he rasps out as he resumes greedily satiating his sweet tooth with heady moans escaping his tongue.  

“I feel— feel kinda dizzy can you—” she mumbles; vision growing misty as the room begins to spin.   

However, he doesn’t seem to hear her; too lost in satiating his most primal urges as he nuzzles his face even more into her palm.   

“I don’t know if I....” she doesn’t have the strength to finish her sentence before her heavy lids drop closed and she feels her limbs turn lax; thoughts evaporating into thin air when she loses consciousness.   

The last thing her soupy brain picks up is him cursing under his breath before catching her limp body in a steady hold.   

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All-consuming fatigue causes her eyelids to feel as heavy as the washing machine she had to carry to her apartment when she moved in as she blinks her eyes open; desperately trying to piece together where she is and what the hell happened.   

“Good, good, you’re awake,” an all too familiar drawl forces the memories to overwhelm her mind as she tries to sit up on the couch with softened bones and weakened limbs.   

She can still feel the pain of his sharp teeth piercing through the skin of her palm as she looks down at the piece of gauze wrapped securely around her throbbing left hand.  

“Shit, let me help,” she registers Rafe’s voice before his strong arms are maneuvering her into a seated position; steadying her.   

“There you go,” he rasps out before shoving a frigid glass filled with water into her frail hands. However, when she’s unable to properly hold onto it, he lets out a sigh and brings it closer to the seam of her lips himself.   

“Drink,” he orders with a hint of exasperation; tipping the cup and forcing her to gulp down large amounts of the fresh liquid. And she drinks greedily, not even aware she was this thirsty. All too soon though, he decides she’s had enough and draws the magical elixir away.   

And she’s about to ask for more when the reason why she fainted in the first place finally registers in her puzzled brain.  

“What the hell? Why would you— I thought…are you— you’re a vampire?” she stumbles over her words; the realization feeling surreal as she rapidly blinks up at him.  

“I thought— I thought that was a myth? Vampires exist?” her face scrunches up in mayhem as she examines him from head to toe. However, no clear signs of him being a supernatural creature catch her eye; even the maroon she remembers staining the sides of his mouth has been wiped away.   

“Uh, yeah, it’s a…long story,” he scratches at the back of his head. “But I need you to—”   

“Wait. You didn’t turn me into a vampire, did you?” she frantically asks, tongue subtly trying to inspect whether she has grown fangs over the course of her nap or not.   

“Calm down, it doesn’t work like that, I’d have to—”  

“Oh, can you compel me to forget about this like in the Vampire Diaries?” she cuts him off with rounded eyes.  

“In the what?” his gemstone-eyes are perplexed when he opens a packet of what appears to be oatmeal raisin cookies.  

“It’s such a good show, you haven’t seen it?” she gets momentarily sidetracked.   

“Stop asking stupid questions and eat,” he orders and offers the treat to her as if she’s some kind of a dog; a crease forming between his brows when she refuses to open her mouth.   

“Why aren’t you eating it?” he nearly glares at her, as if she’s a major inconvenience that he wishes would just disappear so he could continue on with whatever it is that vampires do.  

“I hate raisins,” she complains with her face crumpling up in aversion.   

“Don’t really care. Just eat it, shit, do you not wanna feel better?” he grumbles out when she pulls her face away from the delicacy.   

“Well, I wouldn’t need to feel better in the first place if you hadn’t drank like half of the blood in my body,” her tone is displeased, making him roll his eyes.   

“It wasn’t even that much. You’re fine, alright? Just eat this and you’ll feel better, yeah?” he breaks off some of the baked good; hovering it in front of her lips while looking at her expectantly.  

And for a moment, he thinks she’s not going to comply, but then she lets out a weary sigh; reluctantly opening her mouth. Immediately, he pushes the piece in while examining her carefully as if to make sure she’s actually swallowing before feeding her more.   

When she’s finished chewing two more cookies, he finally seems at least somewhat content with her cooperation and rewards her with more water that she eagerly sips on. He fills the cup to the brim once more and she’s actually able to hold it this time around; feeling some of her strength returning. She hates to admit that he was right.   

“How do you feel?” he then murmurs, a faint hue of concern painting over the question as he takes a sip from his own mug. And from the potent, metallic odor she can tell it’s not water.   

“Um…like my neighbor just drained me out of my blood without so much as a warning,” she places the now empty glass on the coffee table and flickers her accusatory eyes over to him.  

He scoffs before walking over to her. “And I apologize for that, alright? But what do you expect me to do when you’re practically shoving your bleeding hand in my face?”  

“So, it’s my fault now? Damn, sorry for not knowing you were a fucking vampire,” she huffs out; not caring that she’s poking the sleeping bear, even if he could quite literally eat her for lunch.   

At that, he lets out a deep sigh; running his fingers through his hair in frustration. “That’s not what I meant, okay? Just can’t fucking…think straight when you smell like that.”   

“Like what?” she sounds almost offended for a second.   

“I dunno, like…like real fucking appetizing.”  

Oh.  

“Right…well— since I feel great now, think I’m just gonna go,” her attempt at standing on her feet fails miserably when she stumbles on wobbly feet. She’s about to topple over to the floor before Rafe’s big arms are steadying her with his hands on her waist.  

“Careful now. Told you, you need more rest, okay?”   

“Think I can rest just fine in my own apartment...” she trails off when she notices he’s not even paying attention to her words anymore, instead his gaze is now fixed on her neck due to their close proximity; eyes starving and teeth digging into his bottom lip to seemingly contain himself.  

“You’re still hungry?” she squeaks out with wide eyes when his fingers dent the skin of her waist as he tightens his grip on her.   

“M’always hungry,” he rasps out, before clearing his throat.   

And she silently curses her caring nature for the fact that she almost feels bad for him. Doesn’t want him to suffer but doesn’t want him to drink her dry either.   

“What do you, um, usually eat?” she asks.  

“Uh, mostly blood bags I steal from hospitals. And, well, humans, but been tryna cut down on that cause it’s not…nice. But blood from a plastic bag s’just not the same as fresh from the vein, you know? Doesn’t really, uh, satisfy the cravings...makes me want more,” he explains with a heady tone.    

“Oh, um…you still wanna drink a little from me?” she has no idea why she’s offering more of her blood to him when she already feels so weak; blames it on those eyes that are near hypnotic when they seem so hopeless for some semblance of relief.   

“Don’t say that shit, already took way too much from you,” he mutters lowly. However, with his eyes still glued to the skin of her neck, he leans closer; letting out a vulgar groan when he inhales. “Don’t know how you’re affecting me so much, usually can control myself better around humans.”  

She shivers when she can feel the tip of his nose grazing against her jugular vein.  

“If I just have a little bit…” and then his soft lips are tickling her skin and making her let out a tiny whimper— something innately erotic about his desperation for her.   

All too soon though, he’s shoving her away from him and forcing her to take ahold of the arm of the couch in order to not lose her balance.   

“No, no, I can’t,” his hands turn into fists. “Need you to leave, now,” he’s nearly panting along with his face wrinkled up in frustration as he practically drags her out the front door; slamming it shut behind her.   

And she can’t do anything expect stand there and blink.   

What on earth just happened? 

[vilevenom]

Dangit. I accidentally deleted the ask for this prompt. Whoops. Well, it was something along the lines of "Genderbend broppy, where Branch lost a limb, with hurt/comfort & fluff" Thanks for the prompt, Anon! I will just start off by saying that I don't personally headcanon the trolls as putting much stock in genders in general, since either gender can have eggs, and the only physical differences are eyelashes and choice of clothing. So, I will be swapping the pronouns in this ficlet for you, but I don't personally think that much else would change in regards to Poppy and Branch. I hope you enjoy! TW: Description of injury, blood

Poppy hadn't seen Branch in at last three weeks. Ever since she'd come back from her last scouting mission into the woods. Or, at least, Poppy hoped that Branch had come back. He'd seen the grey troll off, much to Branch's chagrin, but hadn't heard anything about her return. She was only supposed to be gone for a week, tops.

And so, Poppy found himself fidgeting nervously while standing over Branch's 'Go Away' mat. They weren't what Poppy would consider the best of friends, but he still cared about Branch, even if all of his other friends though he was wasting his time.

"Branch?" he called, kneeling to knock on the mat, "I…I really hope you're down there? I know you were supposed to be back by now, so if you're not, and you're still out in the woods I'm going to feel really dumb about talking to a hole in the ground. But if you are, I would really appreciate it if you would let me in, because I've been worried about you."

Poppy waited a few minutes. His hope began to waver that Branch was back, and had already begun to formulate a search party plan, when the mat slid to the side, revealing the entrance to the bunker.

"Oh, thank glitter," Poppy muttered to himself, before jumping into the hole. He glanced around the entrance, fully expecting an irritated Branch to greet him, but only found a handful of traps and the lever to the elevator. "Branch?" he called again, frowning when he didn't get an answer. "Well, this is only mildly creepy," he grumbled, but pulled the lever to lower himself into the bunker proper.

Once at the bottom, he stepped off the platform and looked around, once again expecting an exasperated Branch to be waiting. But there was no one. "Okay, this is seriously starting to give me the heebie-jeebies, Branch," Poppy called out, snagging a twig from one of Branch's shelves and brandishing it over his shoulder. "What's going on? Where are you?"

"You can put down the stick," Branch's voice came from the hallway, the soft sound of footsteps following, "I'm right here." She appeared, looking tired and irritated, but alive.

"You're alive!" Poppy cheered, absently tossing the twig behind himself as he rushed forward, only jerking himself to a stop at the way Branch flinched away from him.

"Did you think I died in the woods or something?" Branch scoffed, half turned away from Poppy, "You should know me better than that."

"I mean…I was worried. I'm allowed to worry about my friends," Poppy said with a light frown, folding his arms over his chest. "Why didn't you come tell me you were back?"

"I'm not obligated to tell you all about my comings and goings," Branch ground out, though there was little venom behind it.

"Yeah, well, a heads up would've been nice. What if you'd been hurt?! You know I'd want to know, and help!" Poppy insisted, blinking in surprise at the sudden look of shame that appeared on Branch's face. "…Branch?"

"Look, I-" she began, before scowling darkly and turning fully to face Poppy. The pink troll gaped as Branch raised her arms to show that half of her left arm was missing and wrapped from the elbow up in bandages. "I got hurt, but I took care of it," she said with a defiant glower.

"What happened?!" Poppy gasped, reaching out, but quickly pulling back as Branch dropped her arms and turned herself away again.

"I got too cocky when dealing with a growl beast. A second one snuck up on me. I managed to get away and stop the bleeding. Don't worry, I made sure I didn't leave a trail leading back to the village," she said with a shrug, rubbing absently at her left shoulder.

"I don't care about you leading them back here!" Poppy snapped, causing Branch to flinch and turn a startled look at him, "I care about you. You should have come to find me! What if it had gotten infected?"

"You know I have just as much, if not more medical knowledge than Doctor Moonbloom. And I have plenty of medical supplies down here. I don't need help."

"That isn't the point, Branch!" Poppy groaned, rubbing his hands over his face, "The point is that you know you have someone who cares about you! Someone who can check on you, just in case something does happen to you, and you can't get to the village. I just want to help, Branch. Please."

Branch stared at Poppy warily for a long moment, before letting out a slow sigh. "I guess you have a point," she muttered, her shoulders dropping. "I…I could use a hand with changing the bandage. If that's not going to be too much for you?"

Poppy perked up, clapping his hands together. "Sure, I can do that!"

Branch hummed disbelievingly, before gesturing for Poppy to follow her back down the hallway she'd appeared from. The passed at least half a dozen doors, before Branch lead him into a room that somewhat resembled one of Doctor Moonbloom's patient rooms. The walls were lined with shelves full of jars labelled as tinctures and salves, along with all sorts of medical paraphernalia. A single bed sat in the middle of the room with a small table next to it, a few rolls of bandages, a gauze pad, a bowl with water with a rag, and a jar of salve already set out on it.

"It's surprisingly difficult to wrap bandages with only one hand," Branch admitted quietly, moving to sit on the bed.

"I would imagine," Poppy said with a light laugh, standing before Branch and watching as she carefully unwrapped the bandages on her arm, trying to commit the pattern to memory so he could do it in reverse.

Once Branch was down to a thick gauze pad and a thin bandage wrapped around where her elbow should be, she glanced up at Poppy with a worried frown. "This is…well, it's gross, to put it bluntly. Have you ever seen a major injury before?"

Poppy shook his head slightly, chewing on his lip a little. "No? But, I still want to help. I can do this."

Branch sighed, shaking her head as she peeled the final bandage and gauze pad away, revealing the stump where the rest of her arm should be attached. The growl beast had apparently bit down just above her elbow, as the joint was gone and a bit of jagged bone was still visible. Poppy felt his gag reflex try and force his stomach contents up his throat as he watched thick, semi-congealed blue blood begin to drip from the Branch's arm. Scarring had already begin to form around the edges of the wound, but it was obvious it would take a long time to heal and close properly. Branch snorted as Poppy gagged.

"I warned you," she scoffed, reaching for the table and the rag in the water bowl.

"No, no!" Poppy insisted, waving his hands through the air and snatching the rag before Branch could reach it, "I said I would help, and I will!" He bit his tongue as his throat convulsed, going so far as to hold his breath as he gently began to clean the old blood from around Branch's wound.

"You look like you're going to hurl," Branch commented idly as Poppy rinsed the rag and went back to cleaning.

"Shut up," Poppy ground out, swallowing thickly as he finished up. He glanced up in mild surprise as the short giggle that Branch let out.

"What?" Branch's smile disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared.

"Nothing. I just don't think I've ever heard you giggle before," Poppy said with a shrug, setting aside the rag once he was finished cleaning the blood away. He glanced at Branch, who gestured towards the jar of salve.

"Don't have much occasion to," Branch stated bluntly, taking the jar from Poppy once he had it open.

"You should. It's nice."

Poppy grinned at the dark flush that spread over Branch's cheeks, even as she scowled and scooped a generous amount of salve out of the jar and applied it to her arm. He took the jar back once Branch was done with it and snagged the gauze pad, handing it over so Branch could hold it in place while Poppy wrapped the bandages.

"There," Poppy hummed once he'd pinned the bandages in place, "All clean."

"Thanks."

"Anytime, Branch. I mean it."

[valentinoappreciator]

You Are Special (to me) - a little wireplay fic I whipped up over the course of 3 months lol <3

Media: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Vox x Original Female Character

Rating: E for Explicit

Word count: 7k

Tags / Warnings: wire play, vaginal sex, big cock, excessive cum, dirty talk

Where else to read: AO3. Username: TheWeirdDane ; title: You Are Special (to me)

Author's Notes: I worked on this for way too long into the night, and it is not beta read, so, like.... proceed at your own risk :')))

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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“Cassiopeia! In my office, now!”

The order was barked out and rang through the lower floors of the Vee tower. Everybody stopped dead in their tracks, looking around to see where Cassiopeia might be hiding. Not that she was hiding, mind you; she was doing her job as a secretary, taking notes, taking calls, balancing meetings and appointments. 

However, when the order came, she froze. Eyes wide, like those of a deer caught in the headlights, she hurriedly stowed away the less important paper files, and grabbed the more important ones that no one but she was allowed to see. Then she speed-walked to the elevator that would take her to Vox’s office, clutching the folders tightly to her chest. 

She knocked politely on the door separating her and one of the most powerful Overlords, trying to quell her nerves.

“Come in!”

Cassiopeia stepped inside, her teeth almost chattering. 

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Vox?” 

“Of course, or I wouldn’t waste my time with the likes of you,” he hissed. With practised ease, Cassiopeia ignored the pointy comment. 

Vox sat in his comically big office chair, but even though he had his back to her, she could sense that... something was off. He jerked unnaturally every now and again, sparks flying from his antennas, and when he gave his next command, the words were garbled by electric interference. 

“Come o-over here if you value your l-life!” 

Cassiopeia, despite being one of Vox’s assistants, generally did like her life, so she proceeded, albeit with caution. He wasn't that bad, once you got used to him and his temper tantrums. However, his mood could swing on dime, so you had to step lightly and carefully wherever Vox was involved. 

“What can I do for you, Mr. Vox?” she asked once she stood by his desk. 

“Upgrades,” he growled, with so much anger that no one would doubt just how much it pained him to have to ask for help. 

Cassiopeia nodded and gently put down the papers. 

“Naturally, sir. What do you need upgraded today?” 

Vox gestured vaguely in the air. 

“Bit of t-this, bit of t-that.” 

Cassiopeia sighed. 

“I will need clearer instructions, Mr Vox, sir. I don't want to touch the wrong wire or accidentally shut you down or something.”

Vox finally turned to look at her. Cassiopeia was a good actress, but even she couldn't stop herself from taking a step back. 

Vox’s screen was a mess of binary code, not to mention glitches and weird electric and static interference. Oh okay, so it would be that kind of upgrading. 

“Don't worry, Mr Vox,” she said confidently after the first shock has subsided, “we'll get that fixed in no time.” 

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She had managed to coax Vox into following her to his apartment. Having performed enough upgrades over the years, Cassiopeia knew that he was more relaxed and comfortable in his own place, and she knew, of course, exactly which floor it was on, being a penthouse and all. 

Taking the elevator to the top floor, Cassiopeia hurriedly followed Vox as he stalked to his server room. He walked fast enough that she almost had to run to keep up with him. Every other step was wobbly, his antennas sparking more and more often until Cassiopeia worried he was going to shut down right then and there. 

He didn’t, of course, because Vox would never allow himself to pass out like that, but when he slumped back in his desk chair, he looked... ‘exhausted’ was the only word coming to Cassiopeia. His screen glitched again, and his entire body twitched in a way that looked very unpleasant. With a level of confidence that spoke to the amount of times she had assisted in fixing him, Cassiopeia went to a nearby cabinet, opened it, and rummaged through the many containers for the tools she would need. 

“H-Hurry, Cass-Cassiopeia!” Vox barked and snapped his fingers, but there was no power in his voice. It sounded oddly strangled. Vox wasn’t one to let his true emotions show, unless he was due for a serious upgrade. 

With aforementioned tools and new components in hand, Cassiopeia hurried back to Vox. 

“Lean forward, please, sir,” she gently instructed him, trying very hard not to let her voice tremble. He scoffed, the sound repeating itself about a dozen times, each time reaching a higher pitch, before he obeyed. He rested his elbows on his knees, his flat screen head resting in his hands. 

Carefully, oh so very carefully, Cassiopeia managed to open the back of his head with a screwdriver. The screws were placed in his expectant palm. He clutched them tightly, as if afraid of what might happen if he lost even just a singular one. Inside his head was, of course, the veritable mess of wires, cords, circuit boards, switches, buttons, and other electronic components that Cassiopeia would never dream of touching unless being specifically ordered to. 

Tongue in cheek, she stared at the sight before her. What was she looking for this time?

“Can you... give me any specifics, sir? What I should do? What not to do?”

A beat of silence, just long enough that she was starting to worry he had shut down, before his garbled, messy voice softly said, 

“No.”

Cassiopeia bit the inside of her cheek. Well, that was just fantastic.

She took a deep breath and stared down into what would have been his skull, had he been more human. The circuit boards looked fine; no rusty metal and nothing foreign, unwelcome obstructing the pathways. The switches were all flicked to their correct settings. The wires all looked brand-spanking new. Some of the thicker cords looked a bit faulty, however. Could that be the reason for him needing an upgrade? 

“I think I’ve found the troublemaker,” she announced and leaned around to look at Vox. He was leaning his screen on a closed fist, and looked, for all intents and purposes, like he was fast asleep. 

Cassiopeia knew better, though. She knew that Vox almost never slept, and certainly not when someone else was in the room with him. Except for Valentino and Velvette, maybe. 

He grunted to signal he heard her. 

“Some of the cords here,” she pointed uselessly to some of the slightly frizzy bundles of wire, “look a bit worse for wear. How do I proceed?” 

She saw the way he tensed, and frowned. His shoulders lifted. His fist clenched tighter around the screws. He bared his teeth in a silent growl. Opening one eye, he glared at her. 

“Do not. Fucking. Touch those.”

Despite the static interference, there was no denying that he was abnormally serious. Cassiopeia’s frown deepened. 

“Sir, I don’t see how I’m supposed to fix this without touching them,” she said, but she wasn’t even halfway through the sentence when Vox pushed up from his chair. He wobbled slightly before falling backwards into the seat again. 

“Sir!” she gasped and unthinkingly grabbed his arm to offer support. He recoiled, as if her very touch burned him, yanking his arm free. 

“Get Val,” he hissed, and when he continued, it was getting harder and harder to understand the words leaving his mouth. “Get Val right now if you don’t want your contract terminated. Permanently.”

Cassiopeia swallowed hard. 

On the one hand, she had secured herself a good, surprisingly lucrative gig by being Vox’s primary and highest-ranking assistant. She liked this job. It was stressful, and there was no doubt in her mind that one simple misstep meant that she would end up dead in a ditch somewhere only Hell’s version of vultures would get her. However, she thrived under the pressure and worked tirelessly to guarantee Vox’s satisfaction and help him grow his already absurd amount of success. She should probably listen to him right now. 

On the other hand, though, she knew what kind of person Valentino was. He was cruel, manipulative, abusive, and, most importantly, not afraid of anything if it meant he could get his dick wet. He would probably use Vox’s current...  fragile state - never let anyone know she had thought that about Vox! - to coax him into a sexual situation that Vox wasn’t able to properly consent to, and then have the gall to brag about it afterwards. 

“With all due respect, sir,” Cassiopeia heard herself say before having authorized the words coming out of her mouth, “I don’t think Valentino is who you need right now.”

Vox’s head snapped around, their eyes meeting. His were red and black pulsing swirls, but every so often, the swirling was interrupted by a glitch and a twitch, ensuring that the hypnotism didn’t work. 

“Get me Valentino now, you little worm,” he snarled. 

Unfazed by the insult, Cassiopeia took a deep breath. One, because she needed to steady herself. Two, because she wanted to stall for time. 

“Sir, if I may,” she continued, as if she hadn’t heard him calling her a worm, “Valentino wouldn’t help you. Or, like, maybe he would, but not until he has taken something from you.” A beat of silence that she spent gathering her thoughts. “He would only help upgrade you after he has had his... fun. Don’t you see?”

Vox’s screen blacked out for a second, and simultaneously, the light in the server room flickered. Cassiopeia continued pleading. 

“I wouldn’t say this if I didn’t believe it, sir. You, more than anyone, know how Valentino can get.” The light became steady again, and Vox’s screen came back to life. “If you truly want his help, I’ll get him, of course. But... please, sir, I urge you, think about what Valentino would do to you in your current state.” 

She didn’t know why she even cared, aside from the obvious fact that Vox was the one signing her paychecks. 

Vox had stopped his snarling, and now just watched her with one eye. The other was closed, and he had a hand clamped over it, just like when she had one of her migraines. Was he having a splitting headache? 

“He would take advantage of you,” she resumed, keeping her voice soft so as to avoid aggravating his potential headache. “He wouldn’t stop until----”

“Fine,” he interrupted her, sounding utterly exhausted. “F-Fine. Whate-e-ever. Just don't you go... rummaging around in-in-in there.” 

Cassiopeia drew a sigh of relief, then nodded sharply. 

“I’ll be quick, sir.” 

He took a deep breath and closed his other eye as well. 

His shoulders finally slumped again, bringing Cassiopeia to wonder if he was too tired to even keep up his guard around her. 

Swallowing nothing, she hurried to the cabinet again and found a bunch of wires and cords in different sizes, then walked back to Vox whose fans were whirring loudly. Her palms were sweaty all of a sudden, and with a frisson of fear going through her, she realized she was trembling. Only a little bit, but still! She hadn’t performed this kind of upgrade on Vox before. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure she was up to the task, but she would be damned - well, double-damned - before she gave up. 

“Alright,” she said softly and rolled over a table with a bunch of trays on it. She placed the wires and cords in one tray, reserving the others for the fried components. “I... don’t know if this is going to hurt, sir, but---”

“Just d-d-do it.” He sounded strangely... defeated as he said that. For some reason, a stab of sympathy pierced her heart. “I’m no st-st-stranger to pain,” he then continued, completely unprompted. Cassiopeia watched him carefully before setting to work. 

“Keep talking,” she requested as she took another long, careful look at the insides of his head, “that way, I’ll know if I make a wrong move.”

Vox scoffed, the sound pitching itself into an almost demonic screech. Cassiopeia grimaced, happy that Vox was positioned so that he couldn’t see. Certain switches were linked to certain cords and wires, so it would make sense if those were connected. So, if she shut down the switches linked to the fried cords, she should be unable to pull those out and replace them... right?

Right. One way to find out. 

“Valentino isn’t s-s-s-s-o bad,” he began. “He just... has a way of-of-of pushing your buttons. He gets to... know you, better than y-you thought pos-possible.”

“I can imagine,” Cassiopeia said softly, following one of the thinner cords with her eye to where it connected to a switch. Just to make completely sure she had got it right, she gingerly touched the center of the cord and slid her finger along it to the switch. 

That is, that was what she meant to do. 

However, the second her finger touched the bundle of wires, Vox went rigid, and he jerked away from her with a gasp. Cassiopeia froze, her eyes wide as she looked at him trying to settle back against the chair. 

“S-Sir?” she asked. 

“Don’t. Touch.” 

“I kinda have to, sir, otherwise I’m not going to be able to replace the cords,” she explained. From the way Vox tensed, she could sense that an inner battle was being waged within him. Eventually, however, his shoulders fell again, and he let out a deep, somewhat shaky sigh. 

“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth, clenching his fists. “But be fucking careful-ful-ul.”

“Naturally.” 

She touched the cord again, as gently and lightly as she could - Vox jerked and gasped once more - and followed it to the appropriate switch, where she continued to flick it off. She carefully poked the cord again, but this time, there was no reaction. Prodding it slightly harder, Vox still didn’t react, and Cassiopeia thus thought it safe to assume that whatever the cord controlled had been shut off. 

With quick, precise movements, she pulled out the cord which was, indeed, fried in both ends, putting them in another tray. No wonder he needed these changed, they were practically sizzling! Continuing her work, she installed another bundle of wires, ensuring they were screwed in tight, before she turned on the switch again. 

Vox inhaled sharply, and Cassiopeia quickly withdrew her hand, watching him with wary eyes. He nodded once. She nodded back, having forgotten that he couldn’t see her in that moment. 

“I’ll continue,” she then told him in a soft and kind voice. He grunted. 

She surveyed his insides for more fried cords and other malfunctioning components. A small spark to her right caught her attention. Taking a closer look, she saw it was a cord where the copper wires had been exposed, as if a mouse had been gnawing on them. Aiming to switch off the power for it, her hand trembled enough that she accidentally stroked the exposed wires. 

The reaction was two-fold: she got zapped despite the featherlight touch, but what really drew her attention was Vox’s moan. 

There was no denying it. It had been an honest-to-God moan, complete with a shudder that jolted his entire body. Cassiopeia held her breath, unsure how to proceed, or if she even should, or if Vox was going to have her beheaded for this transgression. 

There was silence in the server room for a while, save for the sound of Vox’s loudly whirring fans. 

“Not. A word,” he then hissed, finally relaxing back in his chair. 

“Naturally, sir,” Cassiopeia agreed, but her curiosity was piqued. She had never seen Vox in... that kind of light. She had never considered him in a sexual manner. She knew, of course, that he engaged in sex - quite often, in fact - but it had never been with her, so why would she even think about him that way?

Hesitating a second too long, a faint blush spread over her cheeks when Vox clicked his tongue at her. 

“Too dif-dif-difficult, Cass-Cass-Cassiopeia?”

She huffed, and couldn’t help the somewhat childish retaliation of touching his wires again. Vox gasped and arched his back. His left hand grabbed the armrest of the chair tightly. Cassiopeia raised an eyebrow. Oh, so it did feel good to him, huh?

“Fuck--- fuck you,” he growled. 

“Sorry, sir,” she then said, feeling genuinely guilty. This kind of behavior was something to be expected of Valentino, and there was no way in Hell that she would be comparable to him. 

She flicked off the switch, carefully detached the wires and faulty casing, and laid it in a tray. Measuring how much plastic was needed, she cut off an appropriate stretch to replace the cover. After having done that, she gingerly re-installed the cord and inspected her work before flicking the switch to ‘on’ again. 

Vox sighed deeply, as if he was getting a bone-deep massage that was slowly loosening all of his muscles. 

Cassiopeia swallowed hard and plucked a small but powerful flashlight from the table. Shining it down into Vox’s head, she specifically checked the circuit boards for dust or fur. She didn’t have a clue how the fluff from Valentino’s coat could end up in Vox’s circuit boards, but it had happened before. 

And indeed, she saw one that was practically infested with the fuzzy material that made up Valentino’s coat and the fluff around his neck. 

“How does this happen?” she asked no one in particular before putting on a pair of medical gloves to open a brand-new circuit board. With a pair of tweezers in one hand and the flashlight in the other, she carefully detached the fur-infested component, dumping it in the tray for used things. Then she proceeded to install the new circuit board, very methodically. 

However, no matter how careful she was, she couldn’t avoid brushing her fingers against the wires and cords. Each time it happened, Vox would jerk with a snarl that couldn’t quite hide the underlying moan. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” she said for the umpteenth time in a bit of a panic when Vox growled particularly aggressively at her. “I’m almost done, sir, I promise, I---”

“No.”

“N-No?” she stammered.

“No,” he agreed, and for some reason sounded way too smug. “You’re not almost done.”

She noticed how he didn’t stutter anymore. Frowning, she leaned around to look at his face. And, to her surprise, it was as good as new. The binary codes and glitches were gone, as was the static interference from his voice. 

“Sir?”

He grabbed her wrist. Cassiopeia gasped softly, but knew better than to try and wrestle herself free. Her heart was hammering; what had she done to incur his wrath? She had only done her job, done what he had asked of her! 

“You’re not quite done. Finish installing the new circuit board, and I’ll give you further instructions.”

With hands that trembled more than ever, Cassiopeia somehow managed to finish up with the component. Immediately, she pulled off the gloves and wiped her palms in her pants. 

“Nervous?” Vox laughed. 

“That would be quite an understatement,” Cassiopeia mumbled. 

“Don’t worry. You did good... for a worm.”

Vox snickered, and Cassiopeia couldn’t help a roll of her eyes. Still, the praise brought heat into her cheeks. She looked away from him, mumbling. 

“Thank you, sir.”

She got up from her chair, straightening with a soft groan. 

“The new instructions, sir?” she asked when he didn’t immediately give them. 

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” he said, sounding very high-and-mighty and important. “And if Valentino catches wind of it, I will have you publicly executed.” 

Cassiopeia laughed nervously. Sweat was starting to bead on her brow, as well as break out on her back. 

“It’ll be our dirty little secret, sir,” she promised, wiping her hands once more. Seriously, how much could she sweat?!

“Indeed it will,” Vox said, a grin in his voice. “Unless you want to end up a corpse floating face-down in some muddy river. A very well-dressed corpse, of course, but a corpse nonetheless.” 

This didn’t quell her nerves at all. Still, she managed to muster up the courage to confront him. 

“Cut the crap, sir,” she snapped, “and tell me what I’m not supposed to know.”

Vox spun the chair to face her, and immediately, Cassiopeia knew this was going to be good. 

With a raised eyebrow, Vox said, “Oh, but little Cassiopeia, you already know what this is about. Come now, use your brain. I know you have one.” His smug smile clearly said, even if it’s small.

Cassiopeia let out an exasperated groan, squinting up at him. 

“Will you at least tell me what it’s related to?”

“Nope.”

“I swear, I should have pulled out all of your wires and left you an empty husk of a---- Oh!” Trailing off, Cassiopeia practically felt herself arrive at the dirty little secret that Vox refused to tell her. 

Her eyes widened. 

“So, you do get sexual gratification out of getting your wires touched!” she exclaimed. “I knew it!” 

Vox smirked. 

“Indeed I do. And here’s the thing,” he all but purred, bending at the hips to lower himself enough that he could trail his claw-like fingers through her hair. She tried to suppress a shudder, but was unsuccessful. “You are the only one who knows.”

She blinked up at him. 

“Sure, plenty of others suspect it, but only you now know for sure.” 

Cassiopeia’s mind worked at lightning speed. 

“And I guess Valentino doesn’t know, either,” she said, wiping the smug expression off of Vox’s screen. He scoffed. 

“Please,” he huffed, “that man is as dense as a brick house.”

Cassiopeia barked out a laugh. Still, she was confused as to why Vox wanted her to know - realize - this little tidbit of info about him. 

“But why is that important?” she therefore asked. 

Vox crossed his spindly arms over his chest, the grin back in place.  

“I thought you were smart. That’s why I brought you on board.”

“Oh, piss off,” she muttered. 

Laughing, Vox carded his claws through her hair again before tapping her cheek. She could’ve sworn she passed out. 

“Fine,” he said with exaggerated annoyance, “I guess you’ve earned this.” With an air of incredible importance, he held a long pause before uttering a combination of words Cassiopeia had never thought she would ever hear in that order:

“I want you to get me off.” 

She stared at him. Blinked. Blinked again. It wasn’t that outrages a request; she had heard plenty of other sinners telling the tales of how they had to jerk off Vox until he reached his climax. But she had never thought that she would be the chosen one. 

“I’m... excuse me?” 

“You heard me,” he said and sat back in his chair, tapping his claws against the armrest while an expectant expression spread on his face. “Well? Get to it,” he continued when Cassiopeia didn’t move. 

To be fair to her, though, she was still trying to process the fact that Vox wanted her to jerk him off. She wasn’t sure if it was an honor, exactly, but she knew that Vox was shallow; if he wanted you to get him off, it meant he found you sexually attractive. 

“How do you... want it, then?” she found herself asking before she could stop it. 

His grin widened. 

“I’ll let you figure that one out.”

Cassiopeia rolled her eyes, but still found herself moving behind him. She had an idea; it was time to see just how sensitive Vox’s wires were. Her guess: very. 

He hummed. His claws continued their ceaseless tapping. 

“Gloves on or off?”

Vox snickered. 

“I’ll leave that up to you. Medical play isn’t exactly my thing, but if it does it for you...” He trailed off, shrugging. 

Cassiopeia looked at the box of gloves. She didn’t want to be zapped again, but deep down in the pit of her stomach, she realized she also didn’t want there to be anything between her fingers and Vox. If Vox wanted to come undone, then fucking hell, that was what he would get!

“Let’s leave them, then. For now,” she said cockily and sat on the stool behind his chair again. 

“For now?” he echoed with another snicker. “Aren’t you a presumptuous little thing, assuming there’ll be another time.”

It had become her time to smirk, and she reveled in it as she let her fingers glide over the smaller cords. Reveled in Vox’s soft sighs and the way he melted back into the chair. 

“Won’t you need further upgrades in the future?” she asked, aiming for innocence as she applied more pressure to a thin cord that criss crossed all over the place. Vox gasped, and although he probably wanted to hide this little detail, Cassiopeia swore she could hear need in his voice, and shook her head. She had barely done anything, and he was already needy? What an Overlord!

“Maybe I’ll get someone else to perform them for me,” he shot back. 

She giggled, suddenly overcome with delight at the situation. Granted, she might not have seen Vox in a sexual light before, but she couldn’t deny that he had a certain... appeal. And helping him, no matter the nature of it, was an honor! An honor to sit here, at the back of his head, her hand inside his screen, fondling his cords and wires and components! 

Cassiopeia clicked her tongue, feigning hurt when she said, “And here I thought I was special, sir!”

Vox laughed, but the sound magically ended in an abrupt, loud crackle just as Cassiopeia wrapped two fingers around a cord and began stroking it firmly from side to side. 

“F-Fuck,” he hissed, and the tapping of his claws finally ceased. She glanced around his side to see that they were instead buried deep in the armrest, and a surge of joy went through her. Trying not to let it get her lightheaded, she continued stroking the protective cover of the wires. They were getting a bit warmer, and Vox’s fans - which had slowed down considerably once his ailment had been fixed - started picking up speed again. 

She bit the inside of her cheek and dared use her other hand as well. This, she decided, would be useful for actually jerking off Vox. Thus, she began fondling Vox’s crotch, to her immense delight finding that the front of his pants were already tented. The position was awkward, and despite only having assumed it a couple of moments ago, she could already feel the strain in her back. 

But would she complain? No. Over her dead body. 

Vox let out a loud groan when her hand touched his clothed cock. A light shiver rippled through him, making him tense slightly. 

“Do you like that, sir?” she purred, rubbing her palm over his erection while also fondling his cords. They were getting quite hot at this point. 

“I thought that much was obvious,” he answered haughtily, his screen turning a bit so he could look at her. She immediately looked away, and although she knew it was just so he couldn’t hypnotize her, she realized too late that it could be seen as her being embarrassed.

But that was stupid. Cassiopeia was not embarrassed about getting Vox off. It was an honor, a privilege! And by all the stars, she would take it seriously!

“Open your pants for me, would you?”

“Do it yourself.”

“My hands are kinda... busy.”

To emphasize her point, Cassiopeia found and squeezed a thicker cord tightly before stroking it hard and fast from side to side. Vox nearly choked on a sharp inhale, his entire body going stiff, with his back forming a light arch. 

When she finally relented, ceasing her rough stroking, Vox was left panting, like an overheated dog. 

“Do I need to ask again?”

Vox uttered a string of creative curses truly fit for Hell, but he, nonetheless, opened his pants for her. 

“There’s a---”

“Do not fucking say the words I think you’re about to say!” Vox barked. Cassiopeia ignored him, mentally writing a note to pack her desk after this was all over. Surely he would fire her on the spot. 

“--- good boy,” she finished, her heart beating nauseatingly fast. 

Vox shuddered, a moan worming its way out between his gritted teeth. 

“I’ll have your head for this,” he threatened, but he sounded so winded and needy that Cassiopeia couldn’t take him seriously at the moment. 

“Yeah yeah, sure sure,” she giggled, leaning around to get a look at his cock. 

She hated to admit it, but it looked... quite delicious, actually. As far as cocks go. It looked pretty much like those ‘robot dildos’ that existed out there; thick and long, wires and cords wrapped around the shaft in intricate patterns, giving the illusion of veins. It was the same grayish color as the rest of Vox’s skin, with the head being slightly darker, and glistening with pre-cum that trickled out of the slit. As she watched it, his cock throbbed hard, and Cassiopeia found her mouth watering.

She hurriedly swallowed, but the damage had already been done. 

“Like what you see, worm?” he asked smugly and wrapped a hand around himself, pumping leisurely. Cassiopeia’s eyes widened; his hand, despite being big, couldn’t even encompass all of his cock! 

“I think,” she croaked, and her voice cracked. She tried again, with her cheeks burning from the way Vox laughed at her. “I think it looks... quite good, sir.”

“Of course you do,” he murmured and grabbed her hand to wrap it around his cock. It was warm, and it pulsed slightly. Mesmerized, Cassiopeia was surprised enough that she didn’t do anything at first. Not until he clicked his tongue at her, anyway. 

“Well?”

“Right! S-Sorry, sir,” she mumbled, and began stroking him. Her hand looked so small compared to his cock! This was ridiculous! Nobody had a cock that size - maybe except for Valentino, but that was kind of to be expected, what with him being an Overlord of all things sexual and sleazy. But Vox! It blew her mind, frankly. 

“Something on your mind?” he guessed, sounding infuriatingly satisfied with himself. 

Cassiopeia shook her head, blushing fiercely, and began stroking him. He hummed pleased. She had been so captivated by the sight of his cock that she had completely abandoned his screen. Now that she could - somewhat - think again, though, she resumed the careful yet firm fondling of the cords. 

The second her fingers were on his wires, he shuddered and gasped. 

“That does it for you?” she asked, and although she would have liked to sound all sultry and seductive, the words came out kind of submissive and unsure. 

“Fuck yeah,” he hissed. “Keep going.”

She nodded. 

Her hand on his cock moved upwards, her thumb circling the slick head and prompting Vox to moan. And oh, what a delicious sound it was! Her other hand was busy caressing wires and avoiding shutting off switches. 

The more she fondled him, the harder his fans worked, and the louder he moaned, until Cassiopeia was actually worried that the other Vees would hear, and come to investigate the source. No such thing happened, though, for which she was eternally grateful. 

Vox’s cock throbbed and pulsed harder in her hand. He hissed and squirmed in his chair. 

“Fuck, Cassiopeia,” he snarled, bucking up into her firm grasp. 

“Yeah, Vox?” she asked breathlessly, completely forgetting she was supposed to call him ‘sir’. 

“I want you.”

Cassiopeia’s heart skipped a beat. Her stomach did a somersault. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean,” he growled and tugged her up from the stool, “that I want my cock inside you.”

Cassiopeia almost stumbled over her own feet, despite Vox not being even a pace away. She stared at him, jaw slack and eyes wide. 

“S-Sir, with all due respect,” she stuttered, “I don’t... think you’ll fit.” She blushed deeply. 

Vox laughed, waving a hand dismissively. But even he seemed affected. 

“Don’t you worry about that. We’ll make it fit.” 

For the first time that day, but not the last, Cassiopeia moaned. 

“So hurry up, get undressed,” Vox said, snapping his fingers. She just stared at him, completely dumbfounded. Vox sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. “Do I have to make you?”

A shudder went through her, and she quickly shook her head. 

“No! N-No, sir, I’ll... get right on that,” she mumbled, and began undressing. She focused intensely on getting naked, but even so, she could feel Vox’s hungry eyes on her. 

The clothes were dropped in a heap, and when she finally stood before him in all her naked glory, Vox looked her up and down appraisingly. 

“Good girl,” he purred, stroking his cock slowly. Cassiopeia decided to ignore just what those two words did to her, and instead straddled his lap, a bit awkwardly. 

She was extremely wet. Drenched, even. Surely that would help with making him fit inside her. Fuck, just thinking about it made her shiver!

Vox eyed her, his gaze intense as she began rolling her hips against him, her soaked folds dragging over his cock. They moaned in unison. 

“It... it seriously won’t fit, Vox,” she whispered, looking down between them. His cock was monstrous! A third leg!

Vox snickered, but sounded winded. 

“Let me handle that, baby.” 

His hands grabbed her hips, and Cassiopeia couldn’t help a sharp gasp. Guiding her into the pace he wanted, Vox groaned as their juices mixed, her cunt slipping wetly over his cock. Cassiopeia had to admit it was insanely hot. 

“Are you ready?” he asked after just a few moments of grinding. 

“N-No,” she whispered, trembling all over. 

“Well, then get ready,” he said with a grin. With a hard slap to her ass, she yelped and jerked away from the sudden stinging sensation. It didn’t hurt, though. It was... actually kind of nice...

“Vox,” she gasped, realizing with dread what he was doing the second he lifted her from his lap. “Vox, please, it’s not going to happen!”

“Please,” he scoffed, “I’ve fucked smaller bitches than you. It’ll be a tight fit, but it’ll fit nonetheless. Stop being a little bitch.”

Cassiopeia moaned shakily. Fuck, that shouldn’t be that hot!

She was quiet as he lined up his cock with her entrance. Her eyes widened; it really, physically shouldn’t be possible for him to penetrate her. 

And yet... and yet...

His head caught on her entrance, and they both shuddered. Their eyes met, heated glances were exchanged. 

He snapped his hips upwards. Hard and sudden. 

Cassiopeia cried out, and Vox’s hand clamped over her mouth, muffling the sound. 

“Shh, do you want Val to hear you?” he groaned, but his voice was tight and airy. “Fuck, baby, you weren’t kidding. It really is a tight fit.”

“Vox,” she croaked breathlessly, her cunt clenching hard around the intruding cock. She wanted it, fuck, she wanted it so badly! Vox moaned between gritted teeth. 

He wasn’t even halfway in. 

“Come. Sink down on me. You can do it.”

Cassiopeia mewled behind his hand as she settled her legs on either side of him, gradually lowering herself onto his cock, taking him so deep. 

It felt... amazing didn’t even begin to cover it. His cock was so thick that she felt as though he was splitting her open, and yes, it hurt, it hurt pretty badly, but it had been a lifetime since she had had a cock inside her. 

“Vox,” she whispered again, grabbing his shoulders harshly. He hissed, a shudder going through him. “Vox, it hurts...”

“I know, baby,” he hissed, “fuck, you’re so fucking tight, what the fuck!” 

She whimpered. She was so tight, and Vox was so big, that she could feel his cock throbbing and twitching inside her. The wires pressed hard against her inner walls, squeezed tightly. 

To Vox’s credit, he allowed her enough time to get accommodated to the feeling of being so wonderfully full, before he began rolling his hips. Cassiopeia immediately gasped as the pressure inside her shifted. Her arms went around his neck, and she clung to him, as if for dear life. 

He lifted her slightly, and she let out a loud mewl. Vox smirked up at her.

“Feels that good, huh?”

“Yes, Vox, yes, it does,” she gasped. 

“Good. That's what I want to hear.”

Without further warning, he got up from his chair - carrying a yelping Cassiopeia - and went to a table that wasn’t completely decked out in buttons and screens and dials. Here, he slammed her down on her back, and immediately began drilling into her. 

She craned her neck, howling out her pleasure repeatedly without caring that Valentino or Velvette might hear. Fuck, let them hear! Maybe they would even join! Or maybe they would watch! Either way, it would be so fucking hot...

Vox slammed hard and deep inside her, over and over again, his own moans spilling copiously from between his gritted teeth. 

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed, grabbing her waist to make sure he would get deep with each thrust, “you feel so fucking good. Pray tell, why haven’t I fucked you before?”

She mewled loudly, arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders. 

“You’re too stuck up,” she gasped between his ruthless thrusts. He laughed. 

“I’m not stuck up. I just care about my reputation.”

“Same fucking thing!”

His cock rammed so deep inside her that Cassiopeia swore she could feel the head by her cervix. It was agony, but it felt so good! Had that particular thrust been punishment for her insolence? 

“Vox, Vox Vox Vox,” she moaned, wrapping her weak legs around his waist and pressing her heels against the small of his back. “Please, please, don’t stop!”

And he didn’t. As if he could go on forever, he didn’t falter for even a second. It was painful, and it was absolutely exquisite. The pain quickly dissipated, leaving only blooming pleasure that soon became a roaring wildfire throughout her entire body, threatening to burn her to a crisp. 

“Vox, I’m going to come if you keep this up!”

“Oh no, what a horrible thought!” he said mockingly, and fondled one of her breasts rather harshly. “Making you come on my cock! What a monster I am!”

She wanted to laugh, but the only sounds she could make were whimpers and moans.

His claws caught on a perky nipple, and Cassiopeia let out a hiccuping kind of sob from the overwhelming pleasure. 

“Well? Don’t keep me in suspense,” he teased, drilling deeper and harder into her. “I thought you were going to come?”

She was. The tightness in her stomach was at an all-time high, and the pleasure was washing over her in insanely powerful waves, her cunt pulsing in shorter and shorter intervals. 

“Vox,” she gasped, clutching his shoulders tightly and arching her back, pressing herself against him. “Vox, Vox, Vox, I’m---!”

“Go on,” he rasped, somehow thrusting even faster, “come for me, Cassiopeia, baby, I promise it will feel so good.”

“Vox,” she sobbed out, closing her eyes tightly and curling her toes, “Vox, sir, please, it’s---” 

Her orgasm crashed over her almost violently, making her howl out again. Vaguely, somewhere far away, or perhaps as if her ears were full of cotton, she heard Vox groan. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, continuing to drill into her, “so fucking tight...”

The fact that he kept fucking her nearly sent her over the edge a second time already. He kept saying all manners of filthy things, making Cassiopeia moan over and over again. 

Suddenly, her hand was yanked away from his shoulder and put on the back of his head. 

“Get to work,” Vox hissed. 

Her fingers spun with the power of her orgasm. Her eyes were still closed, and she wasn’t sure she could ever open them again. It was just too much effort. However, she could easily feel her way around Vox’s screen. 

She touched cords, and Vox’s moans became loud. She squeezed said cords, and Vox’s thrusts faltered slightly. 

Completely out of nowhere - Cassiopeia had never really considered herself good at dirty talking - she opened her mouth.

“Are you going to come inside me, sir?” she asked shakily. 

“Fuck, don’t say that, baby, or I just might...”

She clenched around him, hard. A choked-off sound escaped him, and he resumed his ruthless pace. 

“Do it, then, sir,” she purred. “Come. Come inside me. I know you want to. It’ll feel so good...”

“Cassiopeia, baby,” he gasped, and Cassiopeia tugged slightly on a cord, just to test the waters. The sound that Vox made was unbearably hot and aroused, and he slammed so hard and deep inside her that she briefly wondered if he could penetrate her cervix.

She did it again, tugging at and stroking the cord. 

“Come on, Vox, sir, you already proved your point,” she whispered, trembling all over from the sheer adrenaline roaring in her ears. “You can come. It’s okay. Let yourself go...”

He hissed loudly, baring his teeth in a vicious snarl, and Cassiopeia smiled up at him. 

“Just remember, you quite literally asked for it,” he said as a first, last, and only warning, before he jammed himself as deep inside her as he could. Immediately, she felt something warm and sticky flood her cunt. More than warm and sticky, though, it made her insides tingle slightly. As if... as if there was the faintest electrical current in his cum. 

The idea was insanely hot, and was almost enough to make her come again. 

There was so much cum that she couldn’t contain it all. Instead, it oozed out of her lazily. 

When Vox pulled back, he shuddered and let out a loud, shaky sigh. He stumbled back into his chair, completely boneless. Cassiopeia shivered at the feeling of the cum leaking out of her and down her thighs. Was she gaping? She had a feeling she was. 

Sitting up on the desk, she bashfully looked at Vox. His eyes were closed. For once, he looked... almost peaceful. She had never seen him like that before. It felt... odd. Like she was being privy to a deeply personal and private moment. How many could say they had seen Vox in this state?

“Vox, sir?” she said softly. He didn’t answer. Instead, a soft snoring sound came from his chest. Cassiopeia chuckled quietly, and just as quietly wiggled down from the desk, put on her clothes, and left the penthouse, a weird feeling worming its way into her chest. 

Maybe Vox wasn’t as bad as everyone made him seem... 

She was halfway through the elevator ride when her phone buzzed with a text. It was from him.

You are special, Cassiopeia.

[cherryfairytwist]

RickFic Ch9 Cognito Inc.

(Tags: misunderstanding, accidental drugging, substance use, rough sexual encounters, implied group sexual activity, mature, minors do not interact)

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The tracker notification went off on Rick’s robot arm as he sat tinkering on something in the garage early one morning. He looked up from what he was going to check. His eyes squinted in disbelief once he noticed Astrid’s location was showing her in Washington D.C. 

“What?! Is this for real??” He said with increasing irritation as his eyes went large in rage. 

He rushed to portal himself down to his basement lab not wanting to waist any time. Once out of the portal he sat down in his chair facing his mega computer. He pulled up the large map of the United States checking again to see Astrid’s location dot still in D.C. He slammed his fist down on his chair’s arm in annoyance and then threw his keyboard across the room.

“You fucker! Y-you would do something like this wouldn’t you Mr. President- COMPUTER zoom in on tracker’s location.” before seeing Astrid’s location, he assumed she was at the White House but found she was actually somewhere else in D.C. 

He arched his eyebrow in confusion but could remember this other location creeping up in his brain from somewhere before. 

“Oh that’s right.. wait- you got to be kidding me! N-Not them….” He slapped his hand over his face groaning realizing where Astrid was.

“Cognito Inc. What a bunch of hacks… Why would she be there…?” He asked out-loud to himself before telling the computer to zoom in more. 

He watched the map zoom in so much it was practically a Birds eye view of the building. Rick irritatedly tapped his fingers on his chair remembering his own brief run in with Reagan Ridley and her father Rand Ridley in the past. 

“The Ridleys have been a forgotten pain in my ass even before the current President. What are they up to these days? The last I heard about them was when they tried replacing the previous President with a robot or some stupid shit.” He grumbled to himself while picking back up his keyboard and looking up anything he could find on Cognito’s current activities. 

~

Astrid stood gripping her communicator nervously right outside of the Cognito Inc. building. It had been a long time since she last saw Reagan. Even though it was the weekend, meaning there wouldn’t be as many people in the building, she still had to sneak inside without anyone finding out she was there. It would technically be going against the orders her handler had given her as well as probably alarming the higher ups at Cognito… she hadn’t exactly left there on a good note in the past. She noticed one employee was on their way towards the front door from the parking lot. In an attempt to keep the building cameras from seeing her she crouched down behind some cars outside and let out a small yell, 

“Ahh! Oh no! Could you please come help me..?” She called out to the random employee in the parking lot luring them back out. 

He walked back out into the parking lot and back behind the row of cars Astrid was hiding behind. He then came over to her, to him she looked like an older office woman in a navy suit skirt outfit with a coffee stain on her skirt. He then crouched down to help her up. 

“Oh goodness you’re such a sweetheart, thank you dear.” Astrid said in the fake voice before knocking him unconscious onto the ground next to her. 

She quickly dragged the unconscious man behind her hiding him in a bush right near the car line. Still crouching she shifted to look just like him. Nothing extraordinary, just an average looking middle aged man in scubs with a lab coat over top. Astrid stood back up and proceeded to walk over towards the building front door pulling out the key car they had swiped from the real employee. Once inside they went to the elevator without suspicion. After the door had shut Astrid let out a small sigh before punching in the floor number  to the main atrium, Astrid had a feeling Reagan would be in her office. While the elevator started to lower, Astrid zoned out thinking of their past together. 

Back then Astrid had been brought in by the Agency to partner with Cognito Inc. for a few assignments. It had been right around the time Reagan and her team had gotten back from their moon mission stopping Buzz Aldrin from moving the moon away from Earth. The Agency had a hidden base inside the Moon, so after hearing Reagan’s team was responsible for preventing Buzz’s plot they sent in a small Agency team as a sign of good faith in “partnership”. One of the individuals being brought on that team was of course Astrid.  She reminisced about the first day her team came to join Cognito Inc. 

Astrid remembered walking in with the team of eight highly trained foot soldiers, her handler, two coordinators and two other lower level handlers who oversaw the foot soldiers. Even while surrounded by her team members, she remembered seeing Reagan’s curious face from one of the upper floor’s balconies as the crowd of Cognito employees all gathered around impressed while meeting the new team in the atrium. 

~

Reagan frustratedly sat down her almost empty coffee mug on a desk. She had been working in her lab overnight nonstop trying to keep busy with projects. After finally reaching back out to Astrid her nerves had gotten the better of her for the past few days. She hadn’t been sleeping or eating much, all she could do to get the anxiety to go away was by crunching overtime at work. But now it was the day she was supposed to see Astrid, she just couldn’t seem to focus. It was already the afternoon and she was starting to worry that Astrid might not show. 

“Fuck… I look a mess.” She said tiredly after seeing her face in the reflection of a half finished robot she had been working on. 

She left to go to the bathroom and freshen up. Once in front of the mirror she tried washing her face with cold water to help her feel less dead. Her mind started to trail off to the first time she had met Astrid. She had been standing on one of the upper levels in the main hub of the building looking over the railing down at the intimidating looking team that rolled in from the elevators. She had heard from J.R. that a supposed mysterious alien Agency had wanted to partner with them. She curiously looked down over the rail at the new group being swarmed by other curious employees. She spotted one individual from the foreign team that seemed to stick out from the rest, she did not look intimidating like the other group members. She had long dark black hair and wore a dark plaid skirt with a white collared button up short sleeve shirt. She also wore big rimed black glasses and dark thigh highs with matching dark loafers. Gigi came up from behind Reagan and gossiped, 

“Ooo look at how fine those soldiers look in their uniforms! I like how their Agency styles them. I’m going to have to get me one of them hunks.” She laughed and checked her hair in her phone’s camera. 

“Looks like you’ll have plenty to choose from.. but who’s that one girl down there?” Reagan asked hoping Gigi might know. 

“Oh that cute shy looking girl with the glasses? I’m not sure, they work for an alien company so I don’t think they have Earth social medias. I wasn’t able to find much on them actually. REAL mysterious~” she said playfully and intrigued herself. 

“But I hear some of those team members are handlers for the super soldiers. So maybe she’s one of them?” Gigi guessed thinking about information she head through the grape vine. 

“A handler Hu? She must be really smart then, she looks so innocent though… I don’t think I could imagine her giving any of those soldiers a kill command ha!” Reagan snorted thinking about it noticing her cheeks were feeling a little flushed. 

“Me either girl, but damn she IS cute… you have a crush already? It’s good to hear after that little fling you had with Masters.” Gigi arched her eyebrows in amusement trying to mess with Reagan. 

“I-it’s not like that..! Ha.. literally I haven’t even met her yet. Besides after Masters I’m so done with relationships for a while….” Reagan quickly tired to cover for herself not wanting Gigi to have the upper hand. 

“Well then if you’re not going after her I might just try to take a crack at it. Been a while since I got to have a fling with a real cutie like her.” Gigi said playing koi knowing it would get under Reagan’s skin. 

“Well.. good luck with that.” Reagan awkwardly replied before noticing the girl from the team looked up and made eye contact with her from far away. 

She looked up shyly at Reagan with a smile before turning to talk to the other team members as J.R. walked up to greet them. 

Reagan blushed and looked away, retreating to her lab in an attempt to escape Gigi but not before hearing her say,

“I’m going to try and introduce our team to their’s later this evening at the welcoming party.. if you’re not a scaredy cat you should come introduce yourself too.” She called out. 

~

Astrid snapped back to reality as the elevator door opened to the main hub of Cognito. She walked out still shifting to look like that male employee she was impersonating. A few other employees called out greetings to her thinking nothing out of the ordinary while she too responded with casual and vague responses to keep up the appearance. She recalled her way around the other level stairways making her way towards Reagan’s lab. Being back in the building made her think more about that crazy night she first met Reagan’s team. She couldn’t help the flashbacks flooding her mind. 

She remembered sitting in the company’s bar McUltra’s after hours. Most of her team had already made their way to their guest rooms for bed by that hour (Some empty office rooms had been renovated into hotel rooms at the company). Cognito had thrown a welcoming party hours ago that she hadn’t been able to enjoy much with her handler team being around. They had all wanted to take first impressions seriously. Her current handler, having always been the most agreeable handler she’s had, said she could enjoy herself after hours if she wished but that he was going to retreat to bed himself. She had asked if she could share a guest room with him but he had insisted she could have a room of her own if she wanted. This gave her mixed feelings. She always had feelings for him, taking any opportunity she could to be alone with him, but after multiple times with failed attempts to get his attention in that way she started to lose hope. She started to think maybe it would be good to have a room to herself if he didn’t seem to care. She took some more sips of her cocktail while looking around the almost empty bar. Her eyes caught a glimpse of Reagan coming in to meet up with her Cognito team in a corner booth. She smiled at Reagan shyly already a little buzzed trying to work up the courage to maybe try and make some friends. She glanced over at their group and heard a few hushed whispers and laughs from them as their eyes all landed on her. She curiously looked at them wondering what office friendships were like here compared to friendships she had back at the Agency. Having never been to Earth before she was newer to their social interactions and wondered what their reaction might have meant. 

~

Reagan looked up at her reflection in the mirror and tried to fix her messy hair. She frantically messed with it hoping to look somewhat presentable before Astrid might show up. She sighed and contemplated if she should try to put makeup on or not. She then decided against it thinking about how Astrid had always been around Reagan without her makeup done. She then rubbed her face in embarrassment thinking about the night of the party. 

Reagan had just joined her team in McUltra’s after the welcoming party in hopes of avoiding the gathering. She quickly began to feel butterflies once realizing the new girl was in fact still at the bar once she arrived. 

“Looks like you made it just in time Reagan! I was going to introduce us to the new girl once all the commotion died down.” Gigi said cheekily. 

“Yeah the new girl is hot! I hope she has a thing for party guys like myself.” Andre said cockily pushing his hair back. 

“She’s supposed to be an alien though right? Maybe she’d like something more like me ya know?” Myc said while wrapping one of his tentacles around Andre’s shoulder playfully. 

“Honestly she’s a bit too young for my taste, also she’s not blond or nothin!  I don’t think I want to deal with whatever secret freaky alien form she might be hiding.” Glenn interrupted and decided to make his exit, “ I think I’m going to head to bed myself.” He said drunkenly standing up and heading towards the door. He then turned and waved goodbye to them before leaving the bar. 

“Alien or not, she seems pretty nice though! We should invite her over!” Brett said with a cheerful smile and wave in Astrid’s direction catching her attention. 

“Oh come on Brett I’m sure she just wants to unwind from a long day without us bothering her-“ Reagan said awkwardly before seeing Astrid wave back to Brett mirroring the friendliness. 

Reagan could not help feeling a slight competitiveness creep up on her as she thought about the new girl. Yes their alien agency sent them as a helpful hand but, recently Reagan’s team had been assigned a couple of missions by J.R. that had failed or just barely succeeded. This lead to J.R. frequently bringing up how the new alien team would help clean up all the messes at Cognito. Naturally this made Reagan feel as though her impact and importance to Cognito was now lower on the scale. It made her a bit bitter even. 

“How is she supposed to clean up world threatening messes….?” Reagan murmured to herself annoyed while watching the seemingly innocent new girl shyly walk over to greet them. 

“Hey sweet thing! How’s it hanging?!” Andre called out to her from the other side of the round table sitting in the booth. 

“Yeahhhh hey there cutie!” Myc also chirped. 

Reagan rolled her eyes at them and continued to chug on her beer wishing to be as intoxicated as them. 

“Oh my, hello young lady! You’re the new girl right? My name is Gigi. I’m Head of PR & Media Manipulation Department here at Cognito.” She said turning up all the charm and reaching her hand out to shake. 

Astrid reached out and shook it with an awkward smile while glancing at the rest of the team.

“Don’t mind these two idiots. They say all kinds of garbage. But you can come sit down right next to me if you’d like.” She said with a sweet smile before quickly shooting a smug look at Reagan. 

Which Reagan shot back an unamused glance in response as Astrid squeezed into the booth to sit in between Gigi and Andre. 

Gigi continued with the introductions, “This is Andre, he’s our Biochemist. That, on the other side of Andre is Myc. He’s a freaky mushroom so he’s our Spore Supplier.” She said annoyed trying to get their introductions quickly out of the way. 

���Hi! And I’m Brett! I’m the co-leader of the gang!” He said enthusiastically beaming and reaching out his arms to hug Gigi and Reagan on either side of him. 

“Oh hi!” Astrid giggled at them and then looked over at Reagan, “So if he’s the co- leader, who’s the leader?” She eyed curiously hoping it was Reagan. 

“That would be me. But I’d say it’s more of a team effort I guess.” She said casually annoyed knowing how difficult they were all going to be if she claimed too much fame.

“Yeah… leader.. ANYWAYS- What about you?” Gigi asked Astrid giddily. 

“Well.. my name is Astrid.. and I’m a specialist on the Agency’s team. I’ve been advised by my higher ups to not divulge too much about my job…but I’m sure you all will see soon enough haha. I mean.. since we’ll all be working closely together now.” She said looking down and smiling. 

“Oh no worries! We totally get it. That’s like our company’s thing too. “Secrets” haha!” Andre wiggled his eyebrows at her and then started to rummage around in his coat looking at different little containers from his pockets. 

“Well Astrid, would you like to join us for some drinks and some STRIP POKER?” Myc blurted out with no hesitation. 

“What a bad joke.” Reagan groaned and glared at him “we just play normal poker sometimes..” she quickly added trying to save face in front of Astrid. 

“Oh strip poker is a great idea!” Andre chirped in while shuffling the cards.” 

“I mean if everyone is playing I guess I’m in….?” Brett hesitantly agreed hoping for the groups approval. 

“Um… I’d like to play a few normal rounds first if you all don’t mind… I mean I haven’t even had a drink yet…!” Astrid joked shyly with a hint of pink in her cheeks. 

The gang all laughed except Reagan who continued to pound her beers while looking down at her cards that Andre had just delt out.

Everyone grabbed their cards and took a look. 

“Well let me get you a drink then hon! Drinks on us tonight, how about that? Think of it as our personal welcome to our cute new partner~” Gigi teased as she got up, walking over to the bar to order more drinks. 

As they waited for her to get back, Brett went to choose a song from the Jute box while Andre and Myc started cheekily asking a range of odd questions to Astrid. While they chatted Reagan groaned to herself looking back at the table where six of her empty beer bottles sat. She then got up to go order something stronger with Gigi. 

“Reagan stop being such a sourpuss. You’re just mad she seems to be liking us just fine. You jealous..?” Gigi snorted and rubbed her elbow against Reagan while standing next to her.

“I’m not jealous. You guys are just being weird like always. Besides I just have a lot on my mind right now. We need to show J.R. We don’t actually need them to clean up our failings!” Reagan insisted back at Gigi frustrated. 

“Oh relax Reagan! They were a gift to us for our non-failure! You’re always stressed out. Just have some fun for once and then get some beauty sleep. You’re not getting enough of that lately.” Gigi joked back. 

“Not everyone is blessed with good looks like you or the new girl. Lack of sleep isn’t my problem.” Reagan said casually after sipping on her jack and coke feeling more of a buzz finally. 

“Reagan… are you saying I’m pretty..?” Gigi arched her brows at her and slyly grinned. 

“Uh.. yeah I mean.. you are an attractive woman.” Regan said not quite getting the implication Gigi was sending her way as she returned back to the table. 

In her lightly buzzed state Reagan thought about a way she could prove her status while also showing off in front of Astrid. She had learned keeping Brett around got the team to listen to her so why not hope Astrid could be another version of that? If she could get Astrid to like her, then of course the rest of the team would follow orders better. 

Gigi watched Reagan rejoin the group still waiting on the tray of drinks at the bar. She also thought about her own motives. She had been getting tired of the same shit in the office lately. After going on a few failed dates she also thought about wanting to spice things up in the office. Being around Cognito so much started to make her realize that normal dating became harder. It was hard to relate and find time… but with everyone ALWAYS being here… she had started to think about what it might be like if she could drum up some kind of office romance drama. Her deep dark secret was hoping for an entanglement with the gang and the new girl. She’d never admit it, but she often wanted to find excuses to maybe get some action with Andre or Brett. And who knows… maybe if she was drunk enough, Reagan too. She glanced over at the table laughing along with Astrid. 

“Damn she is cute.” She mumbled amused and buzzed, “the boys and I are ganna love you.” She said before receiving the large tray of shots from the bar tender. 

Two hours had gone by and the whole gang was trashed. Everyone had been drinking non-stop after quite a few rounds of “normal” poker which lead to Andre doing drugs and also letting everyone else in the group do some as well. He had taken a wild mix of substances. In his drunken state he remembered Gigi whispering in his ear something about how fun it would be if everyone had some aphrodisiacs if they were going to play strip poker. He quickly took that opportunity to dose some weed he had with super strong aphrodisiac powder. After smoking some himself he offered,

“Y’all want to hit this…? It makes you feel really good while drunk.” He coughed out a few clouds. 

“Oh is that weed..?” Astrid asked wanting to partake. 

“Sure is hon, some of the best type around.” He laughed goofily. 

Myc and Gigi partook right after Astrid. And then after a bit more convincing and seeing how everyone else in the gang had some, both Brett and Reagan followed suit. They had been begrudging at first but Brett’s need for approval made him agree. Reagan just decided, 

“why not?” She said now drunk and hoping it would help her to relax enough for some decent sleep later that night. 

In annoyance after losing one too many rounds, Myc had taken the round table and thrown it across the room over near the door leaving them sitting in a booth, only the curved couch remained. A while ago the bar had officially closed but the staff let them stay after hours if they promised to lock up behind themselves when they were done. 

Slowly the drugs began to take effect causing the game to devolve into somewhat a half strip poker game. Obviously Myc had no clothes so they all made him start to balance empty shot glasses on his head instead. Brett sat in his boxers in the booth, next to him Gigi sat with her heals and blazer off, still in her dress. Andre still had all his clothing on minus his shirt however, he still wore his lab coat unbuttoned as well as his pants. Astrid had her clothes still on but with her shirt unbuttoned and her thigh highs slipped down to her ankles. And finally Reagan sat slouched in the booth wearing her open lab coat over her gray sports bra, she was missing her button up shirt. 

They were all bordering the line on becoming black out drunk on top of being crossfaded. Not to mention all of their hormones were starting to go into hyperdrive. When “stripping” during the game everyone would sort of get touchy to help the others remove pieces of clothing. Even laughing as people started to fuck up since their balance was going to shit. Everyone’s legs had started to stretch out and touch each other’s. Astrid blushed a bit thinking about the possibility of where all this might be leading and wondering  if everyone in their group seemed to be on the same page or not. She thought about how fun this dynamic might turn out knowing none of them knew who she really was. She had her own mischievous intentions tucked in the back of her head. 

“Okay Astrid looks like you need to take off a piece for real this time!” Myc said cheekily, “here, want me to help you out..?” He drunkenly asked inching his tentacles closer to her shirt’s sleeves. 

“Oh give her a break you pervert. Like she’d be interested in you!” Gigi said in an attempt to help Astrid if she felt uncomfortable. 

“You know what, it’s fine actually. You can help me Myc…. I’ve never really done stuff like this with new co workers before.. I’m feeling a little bit shy.” She lied, lowering her gaze while slowly unbuttoning her shirt further and allowing Myc to slide it off her arms lightly. 

The group got quiet seeing her sitting in a black lace bra. Brett nervously played with his fingers while Gigi, Andre and Myc went ahead and soaked up the sight. Reagan look down at her cards intently trying to seem unbothered although she was dying of embarrassment and jealousy knowing the gang had all seemed to get on Astrid’s good side except her. Reagan pounded another rum and coke hoping to loosen up enough to figure out how to flirt with Astrid as well. 

“Oh holy shit! So like… you’re a monster fucker..?!” Andre asked excitedly wondering about her being an alien an all. 

“Well… yeah I guess..! Haha.. y’all make me feel like I’m dirty or something… I mean I am an alien.. I think you earthlings call it being pansexual…? I guess I’m sort of like that?” Astrid replied flirty. 

Everyone quickly shot excited glances at each other trying to pick up on the vibe realizing that Astrid seemed to be game for any of them. Reagan swallowed down the rest of her drink hard.  

“It’s odd.. I can’t read your mind like I can read everyone else’s.. thats how I knew you had to be some kind of alien! I wanted to know if you liked us.” Myc brought up. 

This caught Reagan’s attention so she made a mental note while quickly scrambling up from her seat to go behind the bar and get herself another drink. She started to panic knowing she wasn’t good with social or flirty situations. She grinded her teeth in discomfort also thinking about how the whole team seemed to be getting touchy with each other. Never in a million years did she think something like this would occur. It had never crossed her mind. 

“You don’t need to read my mind for that. I’ll tell you anything you’d like to know.” Astrid said with a shrug. 

“Well now that that’s settled I guess it just leaves one more thing! What do you think of the team so far?” Gigi flirted back playfully in attempt to redirect things to her plan. 

“Oh yeah! Do you like us Astrid?!” Brett asked cheerfully and less inhibited from all the drinks. 

Reagan practically almost spit out her drink after having returned to the booth. She quickly pretended to be adjusting her coat and pants while sitting down knowing this night was about to get weird. She quickly chugged her new drink until it was empty. 

“Yeah I like you guys… I’m looking forward to seeing you more in the next coming days.” Astrid said with a flirty smile at them. 

“You’re so fucking hot.” Myc quickly blurted out. 

“Jesus… Let’s show the new girl a good time! We can do that guys, right?” Gigi said confidently trying to break the ice as smoothly as possible. 

“So what I’m hearing is that everyone is on board to keep playing strip poker for reals?! I think everyone might have a little crush on you Astrid!” Andre said wiggling his eyebrows excitedly. 

“W-Wait guys I mean…” Reagan stuttered out finally feeling all the drinks hit her at once, “s-should we really be doing this at the b-bar..? W-What if the janitor comes in and like see us..?” She blushed and messed with her hair drunkenly trying to reason with them. 

“We could fix that problem easy! Let’s just move this poker party up to the Holo-chamber! I mean what else is it good for? That way we can have some privacy and get to know our new friend a little better~” Gigi said sweetly as she placed her hand lightly on Astrid’s leg, looking back at the gang with a look implying they better play the fuck along. 

“Oh a Holo-chamber? That’s cool you guys have one! I’d like to see it anyway even if everyone isn’t feeling like playing the game anymore…?” Astrid tried to reassure hoping to also not make Reagan feel like she was on the spot. 

“No no no! We’re PLAYING this game. Right guys? Let’s head upstairs!” Myc insisted as well not wanting Reagan to ruin his chances. 

“Fuck yeahhh I’m down! Let’s get crazzzy~ let’s get REAL weird~.” Andre said in a relaxed party guy voice while also standing up. 

The rest of them looked at Reagan waiting for her reply. Brett looked down at Astrid as if checking in one more time to see if she was really okay with it. Once he saw she was sitting smiling back at him earnestly, he caved instantly. 

“S-sure I’m up for anything if y’all are!” He laughed and then stood up quickly pounding his drink as if he was getting ready to run a mile. 

Reagan fidgeted with her lab coat button nervously while standing up knowing everyone was still looking at her. Gigi hoping to rush Reagan’s answer, pulled up Astrid from the booth and draped her blazer over her as if getting her ready to leave. Reagan then ruffled her hair in frustration and blushed, 

“Yeah fine. Let’s give you the tour while we are at it.” Reagan said trying to sound cool. 

Everyone cheered and started to grab a couple of drinks before leaving. Gigi lead Brett and Astrid to the door quickly while Myc and Andre quickly went to grab some beers to take with them. Reagan then caught up to Gigi at the door just as she was leading the others out. She grabbed Gigi by the shoulder pulling her behind the group for a quick word. 

“H-hey-!” She said under her breath, “ I need to talk to you for a sec.” She said through gritted teeth while trying to sound playful. 

“Sure…” she motioned for everyone to go ahead toward the elevator. “What?!” She asked annoyed hoping to rush out of the conversation. 

“Are you crazy?! Are you really t-trying to get all of us to like….. “ she rubbed her face in embarrassment, “do STUFF with the n-new girl?! This-this is highly unprofessional!” She raved at Gigi flailing her arms in emphasizes.

“Oh come on Reagan! Just because you’re too embarrassed to make any moves of your own doesn’t mean you can lecture me! Without me all of you would have fumbled this chance! A “Thank You” would be nice! Just relax….. if you’re really not into the idea then just go home already. I’m having some fun. If you don’t want to join then don’t.” She said sternly looking Reagan in the eyes. 

Reagan looked up at Gigi a little embarrassed trying to say something but no words left her mouth. Gigi’s face softened looking at how pitiful Reagan looked and tried to put her at ease. 

“Hon… it’ll be fun. You need to stop worrying so much. I know this isn’t really your field of expertise but look at it this way… would you rather try out something kind of crazy for once and find out you might like it? Or would you rather let the chance slip by and be left to wonder?” She said while rubbing Reagan’s shoulder. 

Reagan rolled her head back in announcing but then took a deep breath and relaxed a little, “b-but Gigi she’s like w-way out of my league… I mean to be fair even y-you and Brett are.. but we are all co workers… and I can’t stand Myc!! what if it gets weird-?” She started to ramble on before Gigi interrupted her. 

“Andre! Come here a second you left something in the booth back here! Y’all go on ahead without us! We’ll meet you up there in a minute!”Gigi called to him just as the rest of the gang was about to get on the elevator. 

As Andre walked back towards them Gigi started to push Reagan towards the elevator and whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry about all that I’ll help you out. Just get on that elevator and turn back up the team leader meter! The New girl seems to like honesty and confidence. Just show her around the conference room and brag about all the perks of working here! I’ve seen how passionate you get when you talk about that stuff! Just be yourself but stop letting your nerves take over. I’m going to get some help from Andre to make things less awkward. TRUST me!” 

She then shoved Reagan into the elevator so fast it made her run right into Astrid and Brett before the doors closed. 

Gigi turned back to Andre waiting in the hall, “okay get the aphrodisiacs ready! Looks like everyone is on board now and Reagan might need a little more help because she’s nervous. But you better keep Myc away from Reagan.. you know she can’t stand him, as a matter of fact I can’t stand him either honestly.” She said with an eye roll. 

“Uh… I kind of already used the aphrodisiacs… like…earlier…when we were all smoking. It was in the weed!” He said laughing nervously. 

“You drugged us?!” Gigi yelled at him.

“I thought you meant for me to use them then!! I don’t know- I figured you knew Astrid was into some kinky shit, like you found out through her social media like you do for politicians we honeypot sometimes…I also figured that you had talked to the team before hand…Damn it’s not like I roofied us!” He said laughing nervously realizing he had assumed. 

“You idiot! She’s an alien! She literally just came to Earth today! She doesn’t even have an Earth social media!! Also, did  you not see how awkward the whole group was earlier..?! Of course they didn’t know!!” She fumed. 

~ 

Reagan drunkenly fell forward right into Astrid as the elevator doors shut behind her. Brett’s arm instinctively shot out to try to steady Reagan by holding onto one of her outstretched arms. Her other arm flew up against the back of the elevator attempting to keep her from slamming into Astrid. Astrid’s hands shot out in front of her and gently grabbed hold of Reagan’s waist to steady her. This left them in quite the entanglement as the elevator lurched up causing Reagan to hold on in her stance. She stared at the floor seeing Brett’s arm snuggly between both her arm and Astrid’s, looking past that she could see her legs had tangled into Astrid’s as well. Once her mind caught up to her body the blood rushed to her face. With her head still down she shut her eyes tightly in drunken embarrassment while trying to keep it together. After regaining composure and gaining confidence she attempted to look Astrid in the face. After climbing her neck and face with her vision, she froze like a deer in headlights as their eyes met. Astrid looked back at her with comforting eyes and a koi smile. Reagan felt an overwhelming sobering sensation. Looking into Astrid’s dilated pupils caused a creeping sensation, like she was standing at the edge of a black hole. 

“Uh- y-you okay Reagan..?” Brett asked drunkenly trying to steady her. 

Reagan suddenly realized she was back in the elevator and had just run into both of them knowing Myc was right there watching all of it. She sprung backward and steadied herself. 

“Dayyyyymmmm Reagan. I’ve never seen you pull moves like that before.” Myc joked sarcastically from behind.

Reagan looked back at Astrid as if checking to see what she experienced a minute ago was a hallucination or not. 

“You good Reagan?” Astrid asked nicely in a cool tone. 

Her face looked back at Reagan with a relaxed smile. Reagan felt her heart flutter and she quickly about-faced to wait for the elevator door to open.

“Y-yes! I’m fine.” She said copying the relaxed tone while trying to loosen her shoulders. 

The elevator door opened only a few moments after. Suddenly Regan felt Astrid’s arms tangle around one of hers and pull her forward. Astrid playfully dragged her forward and into the hallway in front of them.

“Come on! I’m excited to see the conference room! Come show me.” She said with a smile as she also grabbed Brett’s arm and pulled him along behind them. 

Brett obediently followed suit while keeping up with the now silly and drunk Astrid. Reagan also found herself at the mercy of Astrid’s pace and tried to sober up enough to direct them the right way.

“Oh! Uh… that way over there..!” Reagan said trying to inform Astrid. 

Myc followed behind relaxed and chuckling as they all turned the corner to the meeting room. Once inside Astrid let go of the two and actively went to go investigate the area curiously. Myc walked in casually and sat himself down in one of the office chairs. 

“So yeah.. this is where the magic happens. Hope it’s up to your alien standards?” Reagan tried joking. 

“Oh it’s nice! I’m so used to laboratories and testing arenas. This looks so official and business like…. Oh I like your statues and decor.. very occult!” She said in an enthusiastic voice. 

Reagan suddenly couldn’t help but grin and let out a small laugh. She just now realized she was also talking to a fellow nerdy workaholic. Her stomach still felt as if it was full of butterflies, however her brain felt less burdened thinking about how Astrid might have been more like her than she had thought. Astrid turned back in curiosity wondering why Reagan might have laughed. Reagan smiled back at Astrid more confidently and walked over to her. She turned on all the conference room TVs and then put her arm around Astrid’s shoulders as all the screens played different kinds of classified information. 

“W-WELCOME TO COGNITO INC. !” She announced proudly. 

Astrid looked around with wide and excited eyes at everything she was witnessing. Seeing the secrets of Earth and the American government being revealed to her so nonchalantly thrilled her. After noticing the shift in the dynamic Brett instantly perked up, making him compelled to stand next to them happily explaining some of the different footage in excitement. After a few minutes of them chatting, Myc groaned and started to mess with a trinket on the conference table in boredom. 

“C-Cognito is a shadow government h-here on Earth. We are the ones ac-actually running things. There are a few other shadow groups..but we are all s-sort of in competitive collaboration you could s-say…You- YOU ASTRID- were assigned t-to us because we- Brett and I- were able to thwart B-buzz Aldren’s attempt at taking the Moon out of Earth’s orbit…. I think I heard from our boss, J.R., that The Agency h-happened to have a base on the other side of the moon…?” She asked drunkenly but confident trying to break the ice. 

“You’re right! My higher ups were thrilled after hearing the news. They really had not thought Buzz would have taken things so far. I mean for the longest time he was known as some stoner sex hippy. They just figured he’d keep to himself and his moon people… an oversight on our part really. So they wanted to give me a chance to prove myself by showing off all my hard work and training with all of you.” She said back inspired while earnestly looking back at Reagan. 

Reagan felt a squeeze in her chest thinking about how cute Astrid was. Her drive and enthusiasm was something she related to deeply. She wanted to take Astrid under her wing and work together with her. She even considered the thought of how it might feel to finally have someone on the team who looked up to her and treated her with respect besides just Brett. She continued to squeeze Astrid’s shoulders in encouragement as Brett added in,

“Oh my gosh..! Haha- wow! You’re just like us then hu? We are trying to help Reagan get to the point where she’s the one running this place! So I guess we both have great goals!” He said with a big grin while pointing his finger up to the ceiling. 

“Brett-!” Reagan laughed but tried to hush him in embarrassment. 

“Really?! You want to take over the shadow government? How are you going to do it..?!” Astrid asked wanting to know more. 

“B-Brett made it sound like it’s some-some kind of secret take over..! Haha .. no. My dad and J.R. helped b-build this place… I mean I’m just trying to prove, n-now that my dad is out of the…company, that I would be the p-perfect candidate to run this place soon.” She said trying to say it nonchalantly hoping to come across as more humble. 

“So you really are the team leader?! Not just your team’s leader but you lead the company in more ways already now too? How exciting! You must be amazing.” She said admiring Reagan. 

Reagan blushed and brushed back her hair with her hand while still keeping a firm grip on Astrid. She started to feel her ego boost like crazy… making her feel even more in the mood to get a little wild. 

“Aw Reagan is too humble, you are right. She really is amazing!” Brett insisted earnestly. 

“UHG. Are you guys done…?! This is such a mood killer. Let’s go to the Holo-chamber already! I want to continue our game!.” Myc said drunkenly annoyed. 

“We’re supposed to wait up for Gigi and Andre… there’s no sweat in taking our time.” Brett said blushing being reminded of the group’s original plan. 

“Well guess who’s here just in time.” Gigi said while entering into the conference room followed by Andre. 

“Finally we can get to the action!” Myc hollered. 

“Geez man chill out… we can take a moment to smoke and get some jitters out ya know. I got something special for all of us that might make this party just the right vibe.” Andre said while pulling out a bottle of pills in one hand and a tiny box in the other. 

Everyone peaked over to look at what he was presenting. He looked up at all of them with a grin and popped a pill into his own mouth and tossed another to Gigi. He then took a small quill from the box and pricked himself on the finger with it. 

“Okay so… I heard that some of us are feeling a little nervous- so I got some stuff that will help the body and mind relax as well as get the blood pumping..if you know what I mean..” he said with a laugh and wiggle of his eyebrows. 

Brett and Reagan looked at each other and then everyone else in the group. Before Reagan admitted she was the one who was nervous earlier, Astrid quickly outstretched her hand to Andre.

“Oh gosh I’m glad.. haha I’m having a great time but I feel so nervous still!” She giggled and batted her eyelashes at him. 

Andre took her hand in his and grinned back at her, “No problem little lady. However I can help!” He said pleased while pricking the back of her hand. 

“Do me! Do me!” Myc said insistently after her and reached out one of his tentacles to Andre. 

Andre reached into his box and pulled out a different quill and pricked him quickly. He then turned to look at Reagan and Brett who had now also outstretched their arms and shyly smiled at Astrid. Reagan felt better knowing Astrid also felt a little nervous so it boosted her confidence. Andre switched out the quill and pricked both of them and then turned to Gigi and pricked her as she let out an irritated “ow!” 

“Okay here, I can tell you three probably will want a pill too-“ he shuffled out some from the bottle into each of their individual hands, “you Myc…I don’t think you’ll need it but if you want?” He asked tying to lead Myc away from taking it. 

“Nah I’m good if you think so. I know I have a much HIGHER sex drive than probably most of you.” Myc said braggingly. 

Gigi rolled her eyes but quickly turned some of the screen’s channels to footage of concerts and events that were being driven by the Illuminati or places where Cognito was testing out party drugs on unsuspecting groups of festival goers. She then turned up some music to help set the vibe to be more fun as well as playing music videos with subliminal messages on the remaining screens. She then waltzed on over to Brett and plucked the pill from his hand and then held it over his head. 

“Come on Brett! Be a good boy and open up for me.” She said playfully waiting for him to do so. 

Looking up, he complied absentmindedly as she dropped it in his mouth. A small little dry cough followed after his swallow. Gigi then leaned over and whispered into the girls’ ears, 

“Now you two should feed em to each other~.” She said with a wink as she turned to go talk to Andre. 

“Uh..okay here-“ Reagan pulled Astrid back over to her gently by the waist and held the pill up in front of Astrid’s mouth. 

Astrid smiled and opened her mouth letting Reagan place it on her tongue, “Thank you…uh here you go too-“ she held up the pill to Reagan’s mouth. 

Reagan stuck her tongue out a little shyly as she spotted Brett handing both of them a water to drink. They all took a swig to help it go down easier and laughed. They looked over and saw Gigi had started dancing with Andre to the side of them. They joined in on the vibe and were quickly followed by Myc. After they had danced for a while, also having little chats in-between songs, Myc started to try and dance with Astrid. His long wiggling tentacles bounced around in front of Astrid as he bobbed his head back and forth. Astrid laughed in amusement while danced along with him. Reagan suddenly felt the aphrodisiacs hit hard. The room started to feel warmer and more comfortable, while the music also started to sound better. Reagan glanced around at everyone and started to pick up on how they were all staring to feel. Gigi was already grinding on Andre while Myc was starting to rub his tentacles on Astrid’s legs as they danced. Reagan stepped backwards a little while still dancing and bumped into Brett, he helped steady her but didn’t take his hand off her waist like he normally would have done. 

“Oh Myc-! Ha-! How’d you know I like being lifted?!” Astrid squealed out while laughing. 

Myc had wrapped a few of his tentacles around her. He proceeded to lifted her up and down in the air as if she was a dumbbell. Then cockily laughed while continuing to show off. 

“Yeah!! You like that…?! I’m pretty strong aren’t I?” He laughed. 

“Uh… Reagan…? Is this okay? Like are we all going to really go through with this?” Brett said while breathing a little harder now that the drugs had started to affect him too. 

Reagan, for the first time in a long time, felt her thoughts go almost blank. She felt like her whole body had relaxed and her stress seemed to evaporate. With this new found comfort, she regained more of her confidence. She turned her head to whisper back into Brett’s ear,

“Brett. As te-team leader, I order you to enjoy yourself AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE tonight. I-if you w-want to do this or go h-home… do what you really want to do.” She said earnestly to him. 

“Okay.. so this is okay..?” He asked leaning his head down onto her shoulder and neck while still having his hand on her waist, pulling her in a little closer. 

“Y-yes…. BUT TH-THAT IS DEFINITELY NOT.” She quickly yelled through gritted teeth now watching Myc’s tentacles start to sneak their way underneath all of Astrid’s clothing as she was tangled up in his other arms. 

Astrid let out a little gasp in surprise to Myc’s actions, “I-i didn’t realize you’d be so forward…!” She moaned out embarrassed. 

Reagan pressed past Brett and angrily whispered into Gigi’s ear, “I’m finally s-starting to enjoy the night but h-how are we going to deal with him?! It’s making my blood b-boil knowing what kind of guy he is! AND h-he’s all on her..There is no way in hell I’m touching Myc-!” She was cut off.

“Don’t even worry about it. We have it taken care of.” Gigi smiled back at her smugly. 

“W-What do you mean…?! He’s about to-“ Reagan raved and was cut off once more. 

“Chill Reagan~ you think I was going to risk getting mushroom herpies again after I caught them from Myc that time him and I joined in on that reptilian orgy..? Which- by the way I cured myself of..being a chemist and all…just putting that on the table- but also I wasn’t about to sit here and watch him also possibly infect the new girl or any of you guys.” He said with a laugh as he lit up a cigarette. 

“W-wait… is that why you didn’t give him that pill earlier-?” She asked realizing Andre had purposely tried not to give it to him. 

“Yep. Gave him a different quill too. So he’ll start to think he’s getting really horny because those quills are not only an insanely strong muscle relaxer, they also have aphrodisiac like side effects. But I gave all of us a pill that would counteract the sleeping side effect of the muscle relaxer…so we’ll still feel the best parts but not fall asleep.” He grinned and took a puff. 

“You think I was about to let Myc touch me? Oh hell no. Andre and I thought up how this would be the best way to keep him from being a total creep. And the best part is, in the morning, he’ll think he just partied too hard and ended up missing out on the real fun because he had too much.” Gigi said with a sly smile. 

Right after Gigi finished her sentence, a thud was heard from behind Reagan. Judging from the laughter that erupted from both Gigi and Andre, Reagan realized the drug must have fully kicked in causing Myc to pass out.

“I’ve spent PLENTY of time figuring out Myc’s tolerance to things…This was the perfect chance to see follow through.” Andre slapped his knee in amusement and then swung his arm around Gigi’s shoulders in triumph. 

Reagan turned to see Astrid still tangled up on the floor in Myc’s tentacles next to his now unconscious body. Astrid looked at Myc in shock and then up at the other group members in confusion. 

“I-is he okay…?!” She asked worried. 

“Ha! D-don’t worry about that.” Reagan laughed out in amusement now completely relieved. 

“Yeah honey he’s fine. He’s just like that…he gets a little too excited sometimes and just… well you see what happens.” Gigi stifled a giggle knowing she was making it sound like Myc couldn’t handle sexual stimulation. 

Everyone couldn’t help but laugh except Brett who had no idea what was going on. 

“Oh.” Astrid said awkwardly now feeling let down from the assumption she had previously about Myc. 

She tried to squirm out of his grasp but then looked back up at the rest of them defeated,

“Umm… a little help..?” She looked up at them with doe eyes. 

Everyone quickly went to help her untangle from the tentacles, standing her upright. 

“So I heard you like being picked up! Haha check this out.” Brett said happily while he lifted Astrid onto his shoulder like it was nothing. 

“Oh Brett! You’re strong!” She said gleefully kicking her feet and laughing as he started to do  squats while keeping her on his shoulder. 

“You don’t know this yet- but carrying the team is basically part of my job! When missions get dicey I’m here to carry anyone who needs it!” He said proudly. 

“So I guess that makes me officially apart of the team now..?!” She laughed jokingly. 

“Oh you’re definitely stuck with us now Astrid. If Brett has carried you then it’s official.” Gigi said amused joining in and squeezing Brett’s cheek.

“Let’s go to the holo chamber now! Myc will be fine. He’ll sleep it off.” Andre said with a smile as he turned with Gigi to leave the conference room. 

“It’s not the f-first time he’s had to sleep one off.” Reagan laughed and caught up with Andre and Gigi in the hall, throwing both her arms over their shoulders drunkenly pleased. 

“I bet we can beat them to the holo-chamber!” Brett said playfully as he started to sprint through the door with Astrid still on his shoulder, she let out an excited whoop while they flew down the hallway. 

~ 

Gigi stood inside the holo chamber inputting commands into the panel turning it into an upstairs V.I.P. section of an exclusive sex club. The walls were covered with dark red velvet and multiple red velvet curtains hung in all the right places to keep privacy from the rest of the booming club down below. Fancy couches and seats were scattered about in the tent like area. Andre stood next to her looking back at the rest of the gang,

“Looks like it’s all set. Any last requests before we get to it..?” He asked excitedly. 

Brett continued into the hollow chamber while Astrid stood on the other side of the entrance from Reagan. Reagan searched Astrid’s face for any hint of hesitation, 

“S-so is this really okay…? You’re okay with all of.. this?” Reagan said while lightly placing her hand on Astrid’s waist starting to hope for more. 

“I don’t know…What do you think team leader? Is it alright for us to be doing this?” Astrid responded looking up through her eyelashes at Reagan. 

After that Astrid was quickly dragged into the holo-chamber by Reagan. They joined the others in the exclusive area with the gang as club music boomed in the background. Gigi quickly grabbed Reagan by the face and proceeded to kiss her all over, leaving lipstick stains all on her skin. Reagan then quickly sat back on the couch trying to catch her breath after not having anticipated Gigi’s boldness.  

“Wow…” Reagan said surprised but not entirely opposed trying to figure out how it made her feel.

“Can’t blame me for going for it. You’re next Astrid!” Gigi said while grabbing Astrid and pulling her down onto the couch next to them. 

She proceeded to kiss Astrid all over just like she had done to Reagan, only for Astrid to quickly grab Gigi by the chin and start French kissing her on the mouth deeply. Andre, Brett and Reagan watched wide eyed at Astrid’s sudden forwardness. Reagan clenched her fist not being able to help the envy boiling up inside her. Gigi quickly pushed Astrid away and gasped for air,

“Holy shit… that was so hot. I’m literally on fire right now. You’re such a sneaky little thing!” She panted with a smile. 

“My turn!” Andre said as he went in to make out with Gigi and slid in between her and Astrid. 

While they continued to kiss Brett shifted awkwardly on the couch opposite trying to adjust himself, his body betraying him.

“Brett? You okay big boy,..? How about you lift me in a different kind of way…” Astrid said going over sitting down on his lap concealing his boner. 

He laughed embarrassed and tried to help steady her. Reagan looked at them still not quite knowing what to say, but then Astrid turned and called for Reagan. Once she came over, Astrid grabbed Reagan by her lab coat collar. She pulled Reagan down onto the couch next to Brett really close and then got up. 

“I’m going to go grab another drink… you two should have some fun.” Astrid said springing up and then quickly disappeared behind the curtain. 

Reagan and Brett both breathlessly looked at each other not quite knowing what to do. 

“Wait it’s the holo-chamber… can she even get real drinks from the fake bar in here…?” He asked trying to cut the tension. 

“I know J.R. H-Had it programmed to actually serve alcohol for spe-specific types of government sex stuff… Not sure if it’ll work or not without specific commands..” she contemplated.

“So…is this still.. okay..? He asked clearly turned on but trying to make sure Reagan was feeling the same. 

“We… well.. we c-could just try something small r-right?” She answered back awkwardly as she leaned up against his chest and hovered her face close to his. 

“If it’s weird we can just pretend like it didn’t happen in the morning right..?” Brett said trying to help her. 

“S-sounds good.. o-okay shut up and-“ Reagan was cut off by Brett pressing his lips hard against her’s. 

With both their eyes shut tight they continued to kiss for a moment. Which then lead to them starting to lightly French kiss. 

“Oh DAMN- don’t keep him ALL to yourself!” Gigi said after noticing them and quickly grabbed Brett’s face away. 

As Gigi continued to straddle and make out with Brett, Reagan quickly felt jolted out of it and looked around the club starting to feel nervous and struck with the realization of what she had just done. But before she could start panicking, Astrid reappeared from the curtains holding two drinks. She slid over next to Reagan on the couch and handed her one of the drinks with a sweet smile. Reagan felt her panic melt away as Astrid put her hand into her’s with a light squeeze. 

“F-fuck… I never really thought I’d do this with my co-workers.. I’m not sure how I feel..” Reagan said mostly mumbling to herself.

“Hey Astrid, shotgun..?” Andre asked with a grin as he took a huge puff from his joint, implying he’d blow some in her mouth through a kiss. 

“Shoot~” Astrid said leaning in for the kiss from Andre. 

While Reagan saw the two making out in front of her she jolted up and hit the holo-chamber door to open up back up to the lab.

“Uh..I’m not s-sure if the alcohol in here is real- I’m going to go grab some of the stuff we brought up with us..” she blurted before disappearing. 

“There is a cozy little sex room over there… just putting it out there- I’m definitely more dominant and into some kinky shit… and I really want to try out some of the toys and equipment in there…Andre! Brett! Come with me.” Gigi blurted out after releasing Brett and dragging both the boys to the back room. 

She shoved both of them inside and then looked back at Astrid, “Are you two going to join..?” 

“Uh.. yeah! We’ll catch back up with you in a minute.. I’m going to go have a one on one with Regan.. I noticed earlier she seemed nervous. I just want to go check on her.” Astrid said. 

“Oh perfect!” Gigi said delighted thinking that would be exactly what Reagan needed. “See you soon cutie!” She winked at Astrid before disappearing into the sex room. 

Astrid walked through the holo-door just in time to see Reagan had tripped over some of the liquor boxes Andre had left in the panel room outside.

“Ow…. Fuck.” Reagan mumbled out landing on the floor after twisting her ankle. 

“Oh Reagan! Are you okay…? Here I can heal you-“ Astrid rushed to dote on Regan before she quickly cut her off. 

Reagan felt like she would be fine physically, but in her head she secretly just wanted to get Astrid alone. 

“N-no no! I can fix it…J-just… need to go to my lab. Could you help me there..?” She drunkenly tried to play off Astrid’s worry. 

“Sure…? Um how do I…?” Astrid asked not knowing how to get out before Reagan barked out a command to the Holo-chamber panel room to open up into the hallway. 

“Computer! Open exit p-panel.” Regan commanded as the exit door opened to the side of them. 

“Is it okay is I lift you?” Astrid asked looking into Reagan’s eyes in an attempt to see how she was doing emotionally. 

“Y-yeah… I mean I can manage though I’m sure I’m heavy-“ Reagan’s rambling was cut short as Astrid picked her up princess style with ease. 

Reagan’s eyes went wide as she was pulled off the ground by Astrid as if she had weighed the amount of a rag doll. She’d never had anyone pick her up like that except for Brett… and the fact Astrid seemed to do it with unnatural strength made her shocked into silence. Astrid continued to exit the holo-chamber with Reagan in her arms out into the hall again. She then looked down at Astrid waiting for further direction towards the lab. 

“Oh-! That way..!” Regan blurted trying to get Astrid to stop staring at her. 

While Astrid walked through the empty building’s hall, Reagan looked up at her, taking in all the details of Astrid’s appearance up close.  She looked up and saw that Astrid had an ear bud in her ear and it made her curious,

“Wait- is that an ear piece…? I-is your team listening to all this..?!” Reagan asked panicked with embarrassment. 

“Oh this? Haha! No! I mean it is my ear piece to hear my team but I turned off their channel hours ago when they left. I also use it as a music  listening device. Here, you want to listen too?” Astrid  placed Reagan on the ground for a moment as she plucked the other ear bud from her skirt pocket and put it into Reagan’s ear. 

As the song Écoute chérié by Vendredi sur Mer started to play in Reagan’s ear, Astrid quickly lifted her back into her arms and continued on towards the lab. Reagan pointed out the lab door and they both entered through. Reagan had not heard the song before but she felt her heart start to skip a beat while listening to it in Astrid’s arms. 

“J-Just set me down o-over there on my desk…” Reagan said, “could you grab those pills over there by my monitor and that scanner over there near- yeah that!” She directed Astrid as she looked around the lab for her items. 

“Thanks.” She said to Astrid as she was handed a pill bottle and scanner. 

Reagan quickly took her pain killer and scanned her ankle, “L-like I thought. Just a sprain. I’ll be fine now that I have my meds.” She said starting to sober up now that she had Astrid alone. 

Astrid stood between Reagan’s legs dangling off over her desk. She slowly looked up into Her eyes, “Are you sure you’re okay…?” She asked earnestly. 

Reagan instantly folded, she couldn’t keep it to herself any longer, “H-honestly Astrid… I’ve never been good with t-touch and tonight… Jesus.. tonight was just a lot. I was starting to get uncomfortable in there and I just needed a breather…” she tried to explain but was cut off.

“You couldn’t stand the thought of hooking up with your co-workers..?” Astrid asked assuming. 

“No. H-how about y-you let me finish what I’m I’m going to say first.” Reagan said snappily as she grabbed Astrid by the face. 

“I couldn’t stand knowing I was about to have to share y-you with them.” She said doubling down and grabbing Astrid by the hair suddenly. 

“Ah!” Astrid gasped in surprise and enjoyment having not guessed Reagan would change up the dynamic so quickly. 

Astrid lowered herself down a little, holding her head near Reagan’s thighs, “Well you are the team leader…I can help put your mind at ease. You have so many things to worry about that are more important than something like that…” Astrid cooed softly while sliding her hands up Reagan’s pants to unbuttoned them. 

“T-that’s right… I need your attention on me so I can show you a thing or two…” Reagan said rolling her head up in pleasure while sliding on her robot arms that where laying on the desk behind her. 

Once she activated the arms, one slapped Astrid on the ass while the other grabbed her waist. Astrid let out another surprised moan in enjoyment while pulling down Reagan’s pants and underwear. 

“Oh you like that you little slut..?” Reagan groaned out.

Once Astrid went down on Reagan she desperately clung on to her lab coat trying to steady herself from the robot arm continuing to slap her from behind vigorously. After some struggled moans and rough touching, Reagan started to get close and pushed Astrid away causing her to stumble backwards falling onto the floor. Reagan enjoyed the sight of Astrid disheveled on the laboratory floor. Her hair was messy, legs weak and spread out while her skirt was up, showing off her panties and bruised ass. She looked down at Astrid’s face which was out of breath and panting looking back up at her. 

“Fuck.. I want to do more things to you but the laboratory is only so comfortable…” Reagan panted out annoyed.

“D-do you want to come stay the night in the guest room Cognito gave me..?” Astrid breathed out to her. 

“Yes..” She answered. 

They both proceeded to sneak up to the top floors of the building trying not to wake any of Astrid’s fellow teammates in the nearby rooms. They both got a little carried away getting rough and tossing each other against walls, making out and then shoving away to then run off while the other chased after close behind. With them both being occupied with each other, the same song they had listened to earlier continued to play on loop in both their ears because Astrid forgot to change it. 

“Here we are.” Astrid whispered while pulling out her key card for the guest room.

—- PART NINE COMPLETED —- 

—- SHUTTING DOWN —-

—- GOODBYE —-

[the-coffee-fandom]

Coming Home To Peaceful Disaster

By: the-coffee-fandom

For: @newdog14

Damian hadn’t expected anything when he had come home that night. It had been a long day and all he wanted to do now was have a cup of his lovely girlfriend's famous hot chocolate and sleep.

He tapped his foot impatiently as the elevator slowly traveled up the floors, the red numbers flashing higher until they got to six. Finally, his floor. He had moved out of the manor quite a while ago. He had needed more space, in a mental sense from his family and responsibilities, and with his romantic side of it he saw getting his own apartment the perfect thing to do.

The manor was plenty big enough for them, sure. But he’s had his brothers walk in on far too many make out sessions and he was really getting annoyed at how they couldn’t respect his space. His art room was precious to him. It was his favorite spot in the house. He had made an effort to respect their space and their stuff and they hadn’t paid him the same respect, not completely at least.

So now he had his own room here where he had everything he could need organized exactly how he wanted it and it was completely respected. No one else would barge in unnoticed, no stealing of supplies without asking just because they need it, no one would accidentally mess up his pieces because they were where they shouldn’t be. If someone wanted to enter, they’d knock and make sure it was ok to be in there. Sometimes they’d silently join him just to keep him company while working on their own things. Damian found it refreshing and only made him love them more.

He slid the key into the keyhole, unlocking and opening the door of the apartment. A quiet creak groaned out, the hinges crying out. Damian frowned and made a mental note later to fix that. For now he slipped in, slipped his shoes off and left them near the hat rack, hung his jacket up on the coat rack near the door, and headed towards the kitchen in search of his roommate Marinette.

He was really happy when he found her just there. She hadn’t noticed that he had entered yet, too busy in her own world. She had headphones in and her head was bobbing to an unknown beat as she beat eggs in a bowl. Her black hair shimmered in the low kitchen light as it swirled around her as she spun. She came to a stop, and swayed her hips as she stood in place. Damian was mesmerized. He loved his girlfriend's little quirks; the way she could dance so freely as if no one was watching. Although, she only ever did it when she thought she was alone. She was filled to the brim with shyness and though he’d tried helping her ease out of it, there were just some things she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed of.

So like a good boyfriend, rather than continue to enjoy this rare show, he cleared his throat loudly, louder than anyone would need to to ensure she had heard since she was wearing headphones and who knows how loud her music could be.

Her head shot up and blue met green. The blue ones widened comically causing an upturn of Damian’s lips. He couldn’t help it. Her face lit up in a blush as she looked down at her shoes to hide her face, her hair curtaining over it.

“How long have you been there?”

“I just got here. I’m sorry.”

It used to be hard for Damian to apologize. He used to never see the need to. Why apologize when he hadn’t done anything wrong? But he had grown a lot and realized that sometimes it wasn’t black and white. Sometimes he had to apologize for things he didn’t think were his fault, he considered the other side's feelings and realized that maybe they feel just as hurt as him and if he wants to mend something, he is able to take that step as well rather than expect everyone else to do so for him. With his loves, he was gentle and made sure that they felt comfortable. If he did something that made them uncomfortable like watching the beautiful little excited dancing Marinette would do when she baked, he’d be sure to apologize.

“That’s… a lot of chocolate don’t you think?” Damian changed the subject so Marinette’s mind wouldn’t linger on it and send her into a spiral. She really was far too nervous; sometimes she just couldn’t see her beauty the way everyone else could.

Marinette lifted her head and grinned sheepishly at him, “Yeah I got a little carried away.”

A little carried away consisted of every surface of their kitchen having some sort of chocolate dessert laid on it, freshly baked by the baker's daughter herself.

“Are we running a bakery now? A chocolate one that is?” He joked, making sure to emphasize to her that he was joking by smiling.

Marinette giggled and shook her head, “No I just had made a bigger batch then necessary and realized the flour needed to be used up soon so I thought maybe we could just give some to your brothers but then it kind of spiraled from there and there was more flour then I thought. Then I decided I wanted a variety and started making other treats and no one stopped me.”

Damian chuckled, “no one stopped you huh?”

Arms wrapped around his waist from behind and a nose nudged his neck, attempting to bury itself into the crook of his neck. Damian tilted his head slightly to give more room. He was rewarded with kisses that trailed up to behind his ear. A tongue darted out along his neck and made him shiver before a pleasant warmth was settled against his ear.

“I know I asked, but this isn’t what I meant. For chocolate that is. She was so excited when I agreed, I didn’t have the heart to stop her,” the person behind him breathed into his ear.

Damian took a moment to let his eyes flutter closed, going lax on the person behind him who gladly accepted holding his weight for him for a moment, hugging him close so their whole front was pressed snuggly to his whole back.

“I see. Wouldn’t want to ruin our little hearts fun.”

“Never. With how stressed she’s been lately? She needs it. Besides, it just means more treats for us,” they grinned against his neck.

“I am literally still here guys?” Marinette huffed indignantly.

“Oh we know,” the boy with dyed-blue hair winked over their boyfriend's shoulder.

“Be nice Luka,” Damian jokingly scolded his boyfriend.

Luka pouted at him but Damian just rolled his eyes and pulled out of his arm. Luka relinquished his hold and stepped over to the counter where treats were laid, immediately beelining for a chocolate croissant. Damian walked over to Mari and pressed a kiss to her forehead, enjoying the way her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into the contact. He let his lips rest there for longer than needed, not that either of them minded. He just wanted to rest for a second against his tiny girlfriend. When he did pull away his eyes caught on something.

“Is that for me?”

Marinette turned to see what had captured her sweet Damian’s eyes only to find it was his favorite of her chocolate creations: Hot chocolate.

She beamed up at him and nodded enthusiastically, “I thought you could use some.”

Damian’s eyes softened as he looked down to his thoughtful girlfriend. He hooked a hand under her chin and generally pulled her head up so he could bend down and press a sweet kiss to her lips.

“Thank you my love.”

“Anything for you two.”

He walked over and poured himself a cup, already finding the marshmallows out of the cupboard. He pulled a big handful out and shucked it into his cup. He put a few more. Just in case some fall obviously. Or Luka might nick one or two of them when he passes. No other reason

He pops one in his mouth and surprises everyone including himself when a moan comes out. Marinette truly left no stone unturned. She had filled the marshmallows inside with chocolate.

Marinette giggled as she went to add the eggs to the rest of the ingredients she had prepared.

“You have him moaning already Marinette. You truly are a gift.”

Damian was glad he had nothing in his mouth at the moment. He shot a glare at Luka who was completely unaffected and only winked at him.

“You know what else would be a gift? If you did what I had asked you earlier,” Marinette shot a good natured glare at her blue haired lover.

“I did though, didn't I?”

“No you didn’t.”

“I did everything you asked though?”

“Taking out the trash, then?”

Luka’s eyes darted over to the overfilled trash can and remembered when Marinette had asked him hours ago to empty it for her. Which had completely slipped his mind because he was stealing the frosting she had been making and that had then turned into a make out session.

“I’ll see to it right away ma’am.”

“Good.”

Damian smiled softly as he watched the pure domesticated life he was somehow managing to have. His heart was filled with such warmth he felt that his previous, younger, anger led self might have thought he was sick and needed a hospital. It was something he had never felt before he had met these two. They completed his life in a way no other could.

Marinette slipped a last thing in the oven and handed Damian the bowl to clean for her, silently asking with her eyes. He dutifully complied and put it in the dishwasher. He poured two more cups of hot chocolate and came over, all three carefully in his hand and put gently on the coffee table, joining his lovers already snuggled up on the couch together. He sat on Marinette’s left while Luka sat on her right, pressing her snuggly in the middle.

They put on some mindless tv that kept them slightly entertained. But then Luka’s hand traveled to his thigh and squeezed, bringing his eyes up to his light blue ones. Luka leaned over Mari to press their lips together, stealing his breath.

When he pulled away out of breath, Marinette barely gave Damian time to collect his own before yanking him down by the collar and kissing him as if it was their last time. His head spun. His lovers had that talent. When she pulled away, Luka gently tug her into him so he could kiss her. Damian watched as his hand trailed up her side causing her to shiver before coming to caress lightly at the nape of her neck.

When they pulled apart both were breathing heavily. Luka met eyes with him before they flicked down then back up lightning quick.

“So, who’s your friend?” Luka joked with a seductive grin, “Why don’t you introduce us?”

They would truly be the death of him.

[fallingblueroses]

Supervillain Geoff AU. Date night at Kathy's. Dialogue heavy.

Cesar is...well, he's just Cesar. He works for Geoff, but the relationship is more like big brother/little brother.

Accidentally posted when I went to edit...oh well. Enjoy.

***

Cesar burst into Geoff's suite at just after six o'clock, flowers and wine in hand. "Are you ready for you date?"

"Don't you ever knock?" Geoff snapped, then sighed. "Almost."

"Good." He set down the vase and wine and appraised Geoff. "...You're not wearing that."

Geoff looked down at his black turtleneck and slacks. "Why not?"

"Because you're not going to a funeral, that's why not. I said you should wear your blue plaid."

"I refuse to go on a date looking like a country bumpkin."

"All right, we'll compromise." Cesar went for Geoff's closet. "You can keep the slacks, but you need something bright to go with it. Why are almost all your clothes black?"

"It's what I look best in."

Cesar snorted as he rummaged through Geoff's clothes. Geoff sighed inwardly and looked at the vase--purple roses and purple lilacs, arranged with fern fronds. "Uh, Cesar? What's with the purple flowers?"

Cesar came out with an emerald green button up shirt. "Here. Put this on. Purple roses mean 'you enchant me'. And purple lilacs signify blossoming love."

"I'm not--"

"Sure you are. Or you wouldn't be going. Now change." Geoff sighed and pulled the turtleneck over his head, and Cesar frowned as he saw the pistol in its holster on Geoff's hip. "You're taking your gun?"

"Of course."

"You're expecting her to do something?"

Geoff slipped the shirt over his shoulders and began to button it up. "Not her. Jacobson."

"You really need to stop letting that guy live rent-free in your head."

"Then he needs to let me stop living in his." Geoff left the shirt untucked to cover the pistol. "There. Better?"

"Yeah. One more thing." Cesar quickly mussed Geoff's hair.

Geoff pulled back, but the damage was done. "What are you doing?!"

"Giving you a more relaxed look." Cesar smiled at him. "There you go. All ready. Now. Flowers and wine." He handed the items to Geoff. "Have a good time, turn your phone off, and stay out late."

Geoff shook his head, but couldn't help the small smile on his face. "All right. Don't let the place fall apart in my absence."

"You can count on me, sir."

"I should hope so." Geoff walked out of his suite and headed for the elevators. He hoped the evening would go well; it would be a shame to let Cesar's effort go to waste.

He purposely ignored the twinge of nervousness that was growing in his stomach.

***

Kathy looked at herself in the mirror and hoped she looked all right. Her hair was drawn back in a ponytail, and she was wearing denim pants and a light gray sleeveless button-up shirt. She'd decided to go light on the makeup for tonight to go for a neat but casual look.

She'd spent the day wondering if Geoff would actually show up, but at seven on the dot her doorbell rang. He smiled at her, flowers and wine in hand, when she opened the door. "Good evening."

Kathy smiled back. "Good evening. Come in." She stepped aside to let him enter.

He walked in, then turned and handed her the flowers. "Courtesy of Cesar."

"Oh. They're lovely." She gently pet a rose petal. "Tell him I said thank you."

"Of course." His eyes looked around as if appraising her house.

Kathy suddenly felt shabby despite the fact that her house was solidly middle-class. What must her little place look like to a man used to living in five-star luxury? She cleared her throat. "Dinner's ready."

"I've been looking forward to it."

She set the vase down on an endtable and led him to the dining room. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back." Her mind scolded her as she hurried to the kitchen. Idiot. Two days ago he was your captor and now you've cooked him dinner? He's probably laughing at what a fool you are. She quickly plated the food she'd made. He took you to a French restaurant and you made spaghetti. You could have at least made something a little fancier.

Well, there was nothing to do for it now except keep going. She carried the plates into the dining room and set one down in front of him. "Here you are."

He thanked her as she sat down at the table. "...This is the first home-cooked meal I've had in years."

Cesar's words about her being the first to cook for him came back to her. "I hope you like it."

Geoff twirled his fork in the noodles and took a bite. Kathy watched as a satisfied look came over his face. "It's good."

She relaxed a little. "Thank you." They ate in silence for a few minutes as she tried to think of something to start a conversation.

[wheezecheese]

Dronetober Writing Prompt Day 30:

Day 30: NULL (Characters: V, Uzi, Doll, Cyn)

(Writer's note: I'm putting the note at the top of this because this post is fucking loooooooooooooooong. Get ready for a bit of a read here, y'all.)

V and Uzi descended the elevator shaft into the Cabin Fever Labs underground, clearing out the rubble at the base and entering the mineshaft. The lanterns had gone out since the last time Uzi had been down there.

“So, where did Doll actually die?” V asked, peering into the cave dark of the shaft.

“I think if we just follow the tunnels we’ll get to a weird underground cathedral.”

“A bit too fitting, eh?”

“You could say that,” Uzi said, trying to use her solver to light up the tunnel. It helped, but not very much. The two drones continued on exploring the tunnels when V suddenly stopped in her tracks.

“You alright?” Uzi asked.

“Don’t you see her? Doll’s at the end of this tunnel.”

“I can’t see a thing, what are you talking about?”

V adjusted her glasses and peered into the dark, “Can’t you see those eyes?”

“Nope, just more tunnel.”

V raised her gun and fired into the darkness. V continued the barrage and started slowly stepping backward. Uzi dove into a crevice to avoid accidentally getting shot. V switched from a gun to a sword, flailing the blade wildly about before collapsing to the floor. 

Uzi left cover to check on V. Something had just happened, and she had no clue what. The drone was still on the floor when Uzi reached her.

“You okay?” Uzi asked.

“Я вернулся, сука.” (I’m back, bitch.) V responded, her visor changing from yellow to red.

“...What?”

“Ты сам сказал, Узи, никто на этой планете не остается мертвым.” (You said it yourself, Uzi, nobody on this planet stays dead.) V said, standing up. “V was right, after all, then. You really are back.”

“Все, что я хотел, это быть свободным. Этого бы не произошло, если бы не ты.” (All I wanted was to be free. This wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you.) V said, raising her blade once again.

“Wait! We can talk about this!”

“Я бы получил патч прямо здесь и сейчас, но тебе пришлось тащить эту штуку сюда!” (I would’ve gotten the patch right then and there, but you had to drag that thing down here!)

“Well, maybe we could talk to Tessa about building you a body or something.”

“Нет, уже слишком поздно. Все, что я хочу сейчас, это быть свободным. На этот раз я собираюсь убедиться, что я мертв, и заберу Ви с собой.” (No, it’s too late. All I want now is to be free. I’m going to make sure that I stay dead this time, and I’m taking V with me.) Doll said, using her solver to create a black hole. Uzi, unable to come up with a better solution, punched Doll in the face. The drone staggered backwards, throwing the broken glasses off of her face.

“Дай мне умереть!” (Let me die!) Doll shouted, trying again to create a black hole. Uzi tackled her and looked around for anything that might either knock some sense into Doll or bring V back. 

All that the tunnels contained, though, were rocks and support beams. Suddenly Uzi heard a voice in the back of her mind: Let me in, Cyn said.

No, you’ll just make everything worse! You always do! Uzi responded.

Sad. I promise not to make things worse, Cyn said. Uzi was running out of options, and time, Fine! As long as you also promise to give control back to me after this is done.

Sigh. I promise, Cyn said. Uzi then, reluctantly, handed control over to Cyn.

“Hello, Doll,” Cyn said. Lifting Doll up with one of her biomechanical arms and pinning her to the ceiling. Doll fired a barrage of bullets at Cyn, only for none of them to hit their target.

“Ты должен быть мертв!” (You’re supposed to be dead!)

“So are you. Evil grin,” Cyn said, letting Doll fall to the floor and activating some holoprojectors and trapping Doll within an illusion.

Doll was looking through a door at a room in the compound. She could see Lizzy sitting next to somebody. Lizzy appeared to have noticed her. It looked like Lizzy said something to the other drone before standing up and walking towards the door. As Lizzy was about to open the door for her, though, the door crumpled. Doll saw Lizzy turn around and walk back to where she was sitting.

As Lizzy sat down Doll caught a look at the other drone. A drone she’d seen in the mirror many a time. Suddenly she was not just shaken out of the scene, but out of V;’s body as well with Cyn’s words: “Callback ping.”

Now she was back, beyond the physical realm. This time, though, she wasn’t alone. Cyn was there, too. Doll held by her sentiment, she’d never help Cyn. Even here, wherever they were, she could still use the absolute solver.

“Ты уже достаточно долго был моей проблемой!” (You’ve been my problem for long enough!) Doll shouted. Cyn simply stood there, though, not moving and not speaking. Doll tried to attack Cyn, but she couldn’t move.

“Что ты сделал?” (What did you do?) Doll asked. Cyn had trapped them both somewhere.

Uzi woke up, Cyn had been banished back into the depths of her mind. V was laying on the ground again. Син, что, черт возьми, ты сделал? (Cyn, what the hell did you do?) A voice shouted from within Uzi’s mind. Just great, now you’re here, too. Uzi thought. 

Uzi rushed over to V. She was unconscious, but seemed okay beyond that. 

“What happened?” V asked, in a daze.

“We’ll talk about that later. Right now we should get back to N and Lizzy.” 

[miss-writes-a-lot]

Ozqrow Week 2023 Day 2

(Still going strong for @ozqrowweek with day 2! Let's see how long this lasts!)

CW for angst, crying, brief mentions of Summer Rose

Ozqrow Week 2023 Day 2: Accidental kiss

Qrow returns to the clocktower late at night to find it an absolute mess. 

The few pieces of furniture that are in Ozpin’s office are knocked over and are dragged off to the side. Papers and books are scattered across the floor, some of those pages ripped to shreds. The alarm bells in Qrow’s head immediately begin going off.

These books are - or, were - decades worth of notes and findings on whatever information he could gather on Salem. He wouldn’t just throw it all away like it was nothing. Someone was in the clocktower.

Someone got to Oz.

 The avian man draws his weapon and slowly leaves the safety of the elevator to enter the rest of the office. He scans the perimeter, searching for any sign of life or remaining intruders. He perks up when he hears the sound of quiet sobbing coming from one of the corners. He whips around, Harbinger at the ready to strike when he sees him.

Ozpin hides behind one of the pillars closest to the window. His hands are buried deep in his disheveled silver hair. His clothes are ripped and ragged like his breathing. 

“Oz,” Qrow says.

He sheaths Harbinger and runs to him, sliding into a crouch in front of him. Ozpin doesn’t react when Qrow grabs his shoulders.

“Oz - Hey, Ozzy. Talk to me. What happened, huh? What happened? You hurt?”

Ozpin shakes his head, sobbing, “It’s all my fault, Qrow. It’s all my fault!”

“What is, Ozzy? What’s your fault?”

“All of...Of this!” he gestures out to the room, revealing his red, tear stained face, “This! You and Raven and - and - and Summer! It’s all my fault!”

Qrow leans back. The gears in his head start to turn. He takes another look around the office again. The ripped pages, the scattered books full of research, Ozpin talking about...her. Qrow sighs through his nose, releasing Ozpin from his grip.

“No, Oz. It’s not.”

Ozpin sniffs loud, “It is, Qrow. All of it is! I’ve wasted years researching and going on missions and - and sending you all on missions to find nothing! We have nothing and she-”

“Ozpin, no,” Qrow says firmly, “This isn’t all on you, okay?”

“But I-”

“No,”  Qrow scoots closer to him, his calloused hands slowly moving to Ozpin’s with a soft touch, “Sure, you asked us to help you with all this. But you gave us the choice. You didn’t say that we had to do it, right? You asked if we could. If we wanted to, and we did. We knew the risk; loud and clear and we still wanted to run into fire with you and we did.”

“Qrow, I-”

“We knew the risk,” he brings Ozpin closer until the foreheads touch, “We all knew the risk, even before Salem. I know it, Tai knows it, Summer knew it. We’d all have had to be idiots to jump in without knowing that we might not make it home or something.”

His hands move to hold Ozpin’s face, “You’ve been dealin’ with this all by yourself. Yeah, you fucked up a couple of times, but now, you’re not alone. This stuff isn’t useless. We haven’t lost yet. There’s still a chance we can find something to take her down. We still have Amber. We have Jimmy’s tech and the Nikkos girl comin’ from Argus, right? We still have a chance, so don’t give up on all this just yet.”

Ozpin stares at him with his red, puffy eyes, searching for the lie. Or maybe an answer that’s more concrete and that could end this all. When he doesn’t find one, his face twists and he buries himself in Qrow’s shoulder, heavily sobbing a chorus of ‘I’m sorry’s’ between heavy, ragged breaths.

Qrow cradles his head in one hand while the other travels up and down his back. “I gotcha, Ozzy. I gotcha.”

Qrow sits with him, the man who usually towers above him some days now the smallest he’s ever seen him, as he cries into his shoulder blade. He doesn’t say a word the entire time. He’s just there. He’s there the same way Ozpin had and has been all these years since they started walking down this path together. He holds him in silence because he knows the last thing he wants is to keep hearing Qrow rattle off all the ways this is supposed to work out somehow in the end. 

He knows that Ozpin just wants him there, so he’s going to be there for as long as it takes.

It’s only until Ozpin’s sobs dissolve into small sniffling does he look down at his companion with the beginnings of a smirk tugging at his face. “You doing okay there, Ozzy?”

Ozpin nods.

“You wanna look at me so I can make sure you’re okay?”

The silver haired man shakes his head, tightening his hold on Qrow’s jacket. 

“You sure?”

“Don’t...want you to see me like this,” Ozpin murmurs.

Qrow scoffs, “You’ve seen me in worse condition than this. I can handle whatever you’ve got for me.”

Ozpin hesitates. He slowly lifts his head to look up at Qrow. His cheeks are blotchy and red. There are noticeable tears stains streaked down his face to his chin and his hair’s a mess, which for Qrow, was just another Tuesday night for him.

“There he is,” Qrow says softly.

“I’m so sorry for this, Qrow,” Ozpin rasps, “I didn’t...I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“So you’ve said.”

“I...I’m glad you came, however. I...I don’t think I could’ve braved this night alone.”

Qrow smiles. He leans in, brushes back Ozpin’s bangs, and pecks a kiss to his forehead. “Anytime you need me, Oz. I’ll be here.”

Qrow pulls back to Ozpin’s eyes wide as saucers staring at him. Qrow quirks a curious brow, wondering what got him so spooked until he realizes that he just kissed Ozpin.

Ozpin, his friend who is definitely not his boyfriend and has not kissed like that before - or ever. 

He feels his face burn several different shades of red. “U-Uh, that was an accident! F-Force of habit with my nieces, you know?”

“O-Of course.”

“Ye-Yeah, you get it, right?”

“One hundred percent.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

“Fantastic.”

They continue to stare at one another, their faces redder than Ruby’s cape. Qrow stands, hands awkward situated on his hips in an attempt to seem casual. “Welp! I gotta get going! Unless, you know, you...need me to stay with you and help you with somethin’?”

“Well...I could use a hand fixing this place up? Maybe you can help me piece my notes back together? Make sense of the scribbles again.”

“Uh...sure. I can - I can do that,” he replies.

“Could you...also help me stand up? My legs aren’t, uh-”

“Oh, yeah! No problem!”

Qrow reaches out a hand. Ozpin grabs him by the forearm and Qrow lifts him onto his shaky legs. Ozpin steadies himself against Qrow, which sends his heart rate skyrocketing. 

“Think you’ll be good?”

“I should be. Should we get to work?”

“Yeah, let’s.”

“Oh, and Qrow?”

“Yeah Oz?”

For the first time tonight, Ozpin smiles. He geniunely smiles. He seems so intent on putting Qrow in an early grave all by himself. “Thank you. I needed this tonight.”

Qrow smiles back at him, squeezing his hand. “Anytime, Oz. I’ll be here for you anytime.” 

[gfmima]

category : 米哈游 原神 work title : accidentally confessing his feelings to you add. note : modern!au

run.

run.

run.

“hey! watch it!”

“in a rush here!”

oh, shit… he can feel his lungs begin to burn; his limbs ache in discomfort, shrieking at him to take a break. why in the world did he believe it was a smart idea to run up the stairs instead of taking the company elevator? he inwardly scolds himself, as he wipes off the sweat on his forehead.

although it did come across very stupid of him in hindsight, there was no use in grumbling about it now. the years he squandered denying his feelings for you returned to bother him when kazuha casually mentions his plans of asking you out to dinner the previous day. it was as if his brain stopped to function the second the words exit his lips.

dinner with you? alone? not if he can prevent it.

heizō tries his best to maintain his composure throughout the conversation, even caring to question the reason behind his friend’s sudden interest in you. he wasn’t as slick as he perceived himself to be; anyone with a pair of working eyes read how uncomfortable he was by the idea of you and kazuha together… during a romantic evening…

he shook his head. taking a sharp inhale, he finishes the last flight of stairs. when he reached the top, he had to pause to take a breather. it was a humorous sight to see. here he was, this healthy young man in his early twenties and yet he was hunched over like an elderly man knocked way past the limit.

it was fascinating to witness in real time.

glancing at the time on his watch, he releases a low sigh of relief. despite it being the end of your shift, you were most likely still inside the building. you had a habit of loitering in the pantry, going as far as to chit-chat with your friends or co-workers alike for thirty minutes, more or less.

his olive hued eyes instantly light up when you fall into view.

it was something from a shōjo; his surroundings faded until you were the only thing in focus. if he stared any longer than he did, tiny pink hearts would’ve popped out and float around him. he moves to meet you halfway when reality hit and breaks his trance after he spots kazuha beside you.

his body reacted on its own and next thing he knew, he was speed walking towards you. things take an unexpected turn when he lost his footing and almost tumbles to the tiled flooring if it were not for you. while you did save him, it ends in a very awkward position of an impromptu hug.

“heizō?!” you shriek.

on a normal occasion, he would’ve given you a sheepish yet boyish grin. today, though? he was on a big mission. one he was determined to fulfill. ahead of you, he rushes to cut you off, “i couldn’t live with myself, if i didn’t tell you.” 

disregarding the confused expression on your face, he then continues to ramble, “i like you. i enjoy spending time with you and you have become someone very special to me and, and, and — go on a date with me! just once, and if you don’t feel the same, we can pretend this never happened.”

your mouth parts, closes, and parts once more. you bear resemblance to a fish out of water. a very cute fish, might he add.

the suspense slowly yet surely kills him as he waits for your answer. what if the worst comes to worst? he frowns. what if you say no? what if you return kazuha’s feelings, not his?

“sure,” you beam.

heizō blinks twice to nudge his mind to digest the situation. “yeah?”

“uh-huh.” you nod, looking pleased by the direction this was heading. “i clock off early tomorrow… are you free for dinner around this time?”

“yeah.” the pitch of his voice gets higher. is this happening?or has he finally gone crazy? he ponders, sensing his heart skip a beat or two from the sight of you showing him the prettiest smile on your face. “great! see you tomorrow!” you shyly wave, as you left.

he nearly crumbles over how adorable you made it look.

the minute you disappear from his field of vision, his phone buzzes in his pocket. what he sees unnerves him.

kazuha: ur welcome ^_^ [sent five minutes ago]

you are the breathing embodiment of everything he detests in a person. chatty; desperate; airheaded. there was no rhyme nor reason for him to tolerate you. in fact, it disturbs him how easy you integrated yourself into his ‘friend’ group without any struggle. he can’t wrap his head around it. why did no one else think it was odd how you wormed yourself in like a parasite?

kunikuzushi assumed a majority considered you a nuisance as well but he guessed, similar to a rash, you grew on them.

your attempts to win his approval were futile, none of it had chances of working whatsoever. he will, without exception, regard you as a bother every single time. no, you weren’t as pretty as his friends say you are, he tells himself, the way in which you flutter your lashes or stare up at him with your doe-like eyes was more creepy than cute; and the little huff you give when he argues with you was plain irritating.

his so-called friends would tease him relentlessly, saying he was either in extreme denial of his feelings for you or outright lying to them. he thinks it was crazy talk… he didn’t like you at all! the sheer idea of pursuing you left him sick to his core. it was ridiculous. he knows opposites attract, however, you were far too opposite to attract. it would never work! …not like he wants it to, of course.

they say it didn’t matter since his actions spoke louder than his words. frankly, he tuned them out after they proposed he test the waters by dating you. and that was his biggest mistake; he should’ve confronted it right then and there, he should’ve faced it head on rather than refuse it with a nasty glare.

sigh… if only he stopped to think about it, he could’ve easily avoided humiliating himself throughout the evening as a consequence of guzzling two or more bottles of sake within the first hour. and as the saying goes: “drunks words, sober thoughts.”

“i like your stupid face,” he confesses, unprovoked. 

the karaoke room falls silent. you and your friends glance at one another, dumbfounded. kunikuzushi stays unperturbed and slow blinks at you and the havoc he caused around him.

“uh, thank you?”

“it’s so… it’s so stupid…” he continues to slur, then appears to lose his train of thought for a second until it returns a beat later. “i like it. c-can i… can i touch it?” his body droops towards yours, and if you were none the wiser, you would’ve overlooked the childish pout on his lips.

it was the beginning of the end.

his behavior lapses as the evening progressed given he was coerced to sipping his fourth bottle. he was a mess and you were the hapless victim he set his sights upon. from laying his head on your shoulder to rambling gibberish in your ear, it was like he craved to fluster you speechless.

“i-i want to give you my heart… it belongs t-to you! how can i give it to you? i-i don’t want it anymore.” he focuses on his hand, clenching it before unfurling.

“let’s figure that out tomorrow, yeah?”

“okay.” he sluggishly nods along to the sweet sound of your voice, nuzzling his cheek against you. it was endearing as it was embarrassing to be the object of his affection and hear him speak with such fondness. you didn’t want it to end!

the only person who was beyond nauseated by his behavior and would object was him the following day. aside from the killer hangover he was nursing, he had been bombarded with a recap of the events last night by childe of all people.

“so when’s the weddi—OW, MY EYE!”

[akkkkollle]

you have a great idea in your heads... So, listen up. M! the reader is the second boss in Bonten. And Sanzu is his husband/boyfriend (someone else, if you want) and he wanted to have sex. So he goes to his boss's office and begs him to fuck him? Degradation, shock play and denial of orgasm, if you don't mind.

Tags: Bonten!Reader and Bonten!Sanzu, mention of Mikey, spanking, degradation, master kink, denial of orgasm, sex on the table, and a hint of many rounds, mention of drugs (if you squint).

— I'm so glad that someone liked this refraction in the roles. Being a criminal is so hot sometimes.

Sanzu had been sitting at his desk in his office for about 15 minutes, resting his head on the table and looking into the closet, trying to distract himself. He could feel this growing erection in his pants, but what could he do? You said you'd be busy until 18:00 (6:00 PM). There were still 15 minutes left.

He constantly wondered, "Why did he get excited because of his husband? " But actually the answer is simple. He's always turned on by you. Every time he remembers the look on your face last night... He can't help but get excited.

And in the end... No, he can't stand it. His hand went down to his trousers and pulled them down, and then his boxers. His fingers found his hole and they entered. 2 of his fingers started moving in it, he tried to imitate your movements yesterday, but no. He couldn't do it. His fingers are not long enough and skillful enough. He just can't please himself on his own. When he finished trying to cut himself with scissors and it barely helped, he removed his fingers and dressed back.

He looked at his watch.. 3 minutes left! He jumped out of his office and immediately climbed into the elevator, heading to the top floor. And now the elevator beeped, indicating that it was in place. He got out of the elevator and saw two impressive doors. Mikey and you. But he went exactly to yours, gently knocking on your door, hoping that 3 minutes had already passed. And he opened the door when he heard "come in."

- Haru? - you asked, looking up from the computer, - Do you need anything, honey?

-Yeah, you're not busy, hmm? - he said, coming up to your desk, leaning on it.

- No, why? Do you have something important?

- Yes, something very very... - he said, taking your hand and putting it on his erection, - ... important.

You blinked a couple of times, but grinned, grabbing Haru's hand, pulling him to your side of the table and bending him over the surface. He shuddered at the feeling of the cold surface of the wooden table under him and turned his gaze to you.

- So, what did you want, whore? - You asked, holding Sanzu's hands behind his back.

- I wanted the master to fuck me. - he said, biting his lip with tension.

You got up from your chair and abruptly took off Sanzu's trousers and boxers. The guy shuddered from the cold air on his milky skin. You ran your hand over his right cheek, "accidentally" his hole. You raised your hand, looking at your fingers, and the sound of a slap and a loud moan from Sanzu immediately rang through the room.

- Oh, slut, did you play with yourself without my knowledge, right? - Sanzu just nodded, repeating "Yes", feeling tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

You fell silent, forcing Haru to look at you, but as soon as he did, he felt a blow on his ass, this time much stronger.

-I have to punish you, whore. You were too bad a boy... - you said, rolling the metal buckle of your belt in your hands and hit him again, forcing Haru to cum.

He mumbled an apology, he felt tears treacherously pouring out of his eyes. He was apologizing more and more loudly, looking at you. But he couldn't see your gaze, it was directed straight at his bleeding and limp cock. He groaned when he felt you hit him again, but then there was another sound of a blow, causing Sanzu to scream in pain, because he got this blow right into his dick.

He felt his cock tighten again and he jerked his hands in your grip, trying to free them, but no. You turn him over and roll him on his back, unbuttoning the zipper and the button on your trousers, taking out your dick and inserting it into Sanzu, forcing him to cling to the edges of the table.

Your cock immediately began to enter his tight, but more or less prepared hole. He was moaning from the pain and stretching, but he liked it. To be honest, he didn't want to make you angry, but if your anger leads to such consequences... He'll be bothering you forever.

He felt your cock bumping into his prostate and you started constantly aiming at that place, making him moan from this all the more sinful. His legs wrapped around your waist, every thrust you drove you deep into him. He felt a familiar knot in his stomach, feeling that it would burst soon.

- M-master, I'm n-now—...ah, n-no, please! - Sanzu moaned, tears pouring even harder from his eyes.

- Did you think I'd let you cum so easily, bitch? - you said, grinning and squeezing the base of his cock.

He screamed, feeling how you threw his legs over your shoulders and started literally destroying his prostate. Your hands were squeezing his hip and waist very hard, there will probably be bruises there, but who cares about that? No one. This session will last a long time. Until you remember about work.

A few hours later, Sanzu came out of your office all disheveled and rumpled, but there was a pure expression of ecstasy and bliss on his face. And... to be honest, everyone who saw him just thought that he was under the dose again. But honestly, only you could know why he was like that... And Mikey, who was just about to eat dorayaki when you started.

[lockleysfav]

You are always going to be beautiful

BasilStitt x GN!Reader

Summary: When Basil disappears, leaving you a heartfelt voice message about how much he loves you, you get worried and go to his apartment to find him passed out on the floor with a paper bag over his head.

Warnings: Not much, details of vomit, depression?, Basil being adorable at the end.

It had been 3 days since you last saw your boyfriend Basil. He left you a voicemail that you never had time to listen to because you were so busy with work, your co-workers were constantly taking days off leaving you to do extra time and then the moment you got home you’d be too exhausted to even take a pee. It was a cycle lately, Wake up, go to work for extra hours, come home and pass out in bed. Only when you were going to text your boyfriend, apologise for not talking to him you saw the voicemail. You felt a little on edge for some reason but you clicked on it either way, holding your phone to your ear.

“Hey..baby. how are you? i hope you’re fantastic right now as i am not” he laughs and sighs “Uh- i- i think we should go our separate ways. I know you cheated on me with your co-worker and it’s fine i understand completely” you jumped up at that, where the fuck did that come from? you hated every single one of your co-workers? did someone set him up? “I just want you to know you wont be hearing from me again, i love you so much babe. Goodbye my cupcake” he attempted to laugh but it only sounded sad, and with that the voicemail ended. You quickly checked the date on it and saw it was 2 days ago, you wasted no time grabbing your car keys and a jacket and rushing down to your car.

Theres no way you’ll let Basil think you cheated on him.

—

When you arrived to his building you ran through the entrance, first you debated on taking the elevator or the stairs but if you run up the stairs you’d be quicker…ding..your choice was made when the elevator doors opened, you rushed inside and jabbed on the level 5 button.

Your palms became clammy, you had a really bad feeling about this but you would rather face this than let him leave thinking all these things. oh god, what if hes hurt himself? You thought to yourself only making things worse. The doors opened and you accidentally barged into a man who obviously tried to yell at you, you just kept running mumbling back a sorry.

You got to basil’s door. You contemplated on knocking but when you raised your hand to knock, you noticed how the door was ever so slightly open. You pushed it open, walking in slowly “Basil? Hey honey it’s just me” you called out with no response. You checked the kitchen with no hope but when you took in the sight of his living room being absolutely trashed you felt your heart sink. What if he was robbed? What if- The sound of movement made your head whip around, your eyes scanning over the flipped couch. You noticed a pair of feet peaking out behind the couch and you didnt think twice to run over to it, pushing away the couch and gasping at your boyfriends unconscious body…but he had a paper bag over his head?

“Basil” you crouched down, shaking his body making him jump up “Huh? what? whats happening” he looked around frantically until he faced you, freezing on the spot “uh- h-hi” he whispered and you smiled “Hey” you replied, gently taking his hand “We need to talk.” you told him and he nodded, allowing you to help him stand but he still made no effort to take the bag off.

You both flipped the couch back over and sat down on it. You obviously went first “I never cheated on you…thats not something i would ever do i know everyone probably says this but all my co-workers are slimy and quite unattractive. I love you more than anything i dont know where you got all that from” he averted his eyes to the ground, sighing, he had to take a moment to reply “I know you didn’t cheat…i um…i said it as an excuse to leave” Your heart dropped and you let go of his hand, tears brimming at your eyes “Basil if you wanted me gone you couldve just said that” you got up to leave but he panicked, grabbing your hand “NO! Thats not what i meant baby- uh- i cant explain it to you-“ he stuttered out and suddenly you were reminded of the bag on his head.

You both stared at each other until you slowly placed your hands on the sides of the bag, gently lifting it but he grabbed your wrists “Y/N…” You looked into his shadowed eyes “It’s okay Basil…i promise you” he was hesitant but let you reveal himself. When you took the bag off he turned his head away but you were quick to pull him back gently. He tightly shut his eyes and your eyes widened slightly at the harsh burn on his cheek.

“This is why you wanted to..leave?” you asked quietly, tracing a thumb against his skin. He relaxed slightly “i never wanted to leave. I was too embarrassed to face you again. I’m hideous y/n” you saw how a few tears managed to trickle down his cheek and you pulled him into a tight hug “Oh baby..no i would never ever judge you. You will always be beautiful do you understand? say it okay?” You told him, rubbing his back and he continued to cry into your shirt “Basil” “I’m b-beautiful” he whimpered out and you hugged him tighter “Just because you dont like the burn doesnt mean i dont, i think it looks badass” you both chuckled at that and he soon sighed against your neck indicating he was tired.

You decided it’d be a better idea to take him back to your place. When you both got in, you turned to face him, kissing his burn and pulling back to kiss his lips too “Please dont cower from me baby” you mumbled against his lips and he nodded “I’m sorry” he replied back but you shook your head “Dont be sorry, just make it up to me by getting some good sleep”.

The both of you ended up cuddled together in your kingsized bed. You were both facing each other fast asleep, basil was buried in your chest like a little puppy while your arms covered him protectively.

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[eldritch-spouse]

Trick Patches into enchanting mini patches. We get into an argument. He thinks he's won bc I'll just snuggle the doll. I wait until a really inconvenient time for him, like working on something important of talking with Krulu.

I start doing nasty, debauched things to mini patches.

[Alternatively, Patches finds out his partner is a plushophile. 👀 Based on this ask.]

(Minors dni)

(I can see this going wrong in sooo many ways. Let's assume you are aware that the doll is enchanted.)

Patches thinks he's sooo smart, doesn't he?

You don't even give him the courtesy of starting off with kisses, or gentle petting. No. He doesn't deserve that. Instead, you wait a good while until you're positively sure he's at work. You make the mistake of assuming he's at his desk, as usual, hunched over documents or staring at test tubes, maybe fixing some of the problem bobbles that are dumped at his door. Standard stuff.

What you're not likely to know, as his partner and effectively someone he wishes to shield at all costs, is that Patches is perhaps the staff member requested by his boss the most. And you can't simply deny the god that employed you, not without harsh punishment afterwards. If Krulu wishes to see him in their floor, the dullahan has no choice but to get off his green ass and go there.

So imagine his complete dread and pleasurable shock as, on the elevator ride down to Krulu's dwelling, Patches starts to feel an insistent rubbing sensation on his crotch. Of course he gets hard, in moments even. Because it's depraved. Because he knows this is your doing, you caught him red-handed. And you know who else is about the catch him red-handed? The siadar. You've just gotten him in one of the most humiliating messes of his life, which unfortunately, only makes the magic caster twitch in anticipation. When the elevator doors part, Patches knows he can't just wait it out, so he wobbles across the dark hall with muffled noises and a guilty look. He can't even mask it, you're rubbing him too fast and too good for the monster to care.

" M-My higher? " Patches walks inside the barely lit room. Usually, there'd be a door here for him to knock upon. Not anymore. Perhaps the manager is in a rush.

" Patches. " A faintly visible hand ushers him in. The dullahan's heart is thundering so fast he bets the unhinged ancient entity can hear it. His cock dribbles, the pants he's wearing suddenly become too tight. Keep it together keep it together keep it together-

" As I am sure you have heard by now, construction plans for a new floor have started. "

Patches is so very glad Krulu is not looking directly at him, several hands and both eyes busy at the bone statue they're perfecting. Is that a totem of sorts? Oh, who cares, he's just glad that his higher can't see him tense and sweat like a pig. His eyelights flicker in pleasure when you accidentally, or perhaps purposely, find a spot that stimulates his tip more. Fuck, you'll be the death of him. Maybe literally. Patches shuts his eyes, trying to focus on not cumming all over himself while he shivers and rocks aimlessly.

" The arrival of the mimic has given my chosen an admittedly clever plan regarding- "

There's a pause. Patches wants to open his eyes and check what's happening, but he knows it's too late. He fucked up. This is it. This is it, he's such a fucking loser, he can't believe this happening. It's surreal.

" You have quite some nerve. "

Oh boy. The dullahan gulps, trying to escape his own body for a moment of respite, to spare his own life and what's left of his microscopic dignity.

Krulu crowds him, a mix of offense, confusion and faint amusement in their half-charred complexion. " You dare come here roused? Stimulating yourself before your god? Do you crave the rest that was denied you when your head rolled off? "

" No! N-No no- I'm so s-sorry! " If it was hard to speak before, then the moment Patches feels something vibrate against him he collapses to his knees, curling pathetically, hat shoved against his head so he can muffle the ecstatic cries being forced out of him. " Didn't k-know- Ahhn! This- Would fff- Happen! " It's not a lie, he genuinely wasn't counting on it.

He senses more so than hears the higher circling him like a shark.

" I would call you loathsome if I did not already know it pleasures you more. "

Patches only keens weakly in response, feeling the start of his orgasm creep up his body. What are you doing to him? Out of nowhere, a massive, clawed foot that could only belong to the gargantuan form of the Siadar settles on his pumpkin-head, applying pressure steadily.

It makes his mind ring unpleasantly, but the pain mixed with the swift stimulus to his leaking cock only heightens the experience, providing the last push necessary to drive him over the edge. The dullahan's scream of pleasure cuts off abruptly as his head is promptly caved in, smashed to disgusting chunks on the ebony floors.

Patches is not dead. But fuck if he didn't wish he was by now, the post-orgasmic bliss masked almost entirely by his endless shame and the panic of having his head destroyed. He does have replacements, but the experience of losing one is never comfortable.

His lord speaks again, this time seemingly from deep within every bone in the dullahan's body.

Find your way out. I expect an adequate apology once you have ceased being depraved.

And Patches stands, or struggles to rather, because you haven't stopped toying with him this entire time. Using his magic to find his way around, the monster wobbles out, a vision of headless shamelessness, covered in his own fluids.

The only thing going through the monster's mind is how he's so glad his head is destroyed. Because he would be wailing in overstimulation by now. As is, Patches merely shakes and palps his way through the crowds, still hard, still flush-

And thankfully, still alive.

[dragonmuse]

Okay so the end of your newest fic has me in PUDDLES and I’m absolutely in love with the addition of the Law Offices of McGraw & Gates and how Lucius and Eddy bond over their shared hatred of Flint. Is there anything in the world that would make Izzy and Stede join forces? How would that play out? I kind of love their dynamic lol

(I mean there's one thing that would get them to unite every time)

“If you mix bleach and ammonia, you’ll create a dangerous gas and knock yourself the fuck out at best,” Izzy said with what he thought was miraculous patience considering Read was accidentally trying to kill herself again. 

“I’m pretty sure my mom used to do it,” Read started then stopped. “Ah, fuck.” 

“Just put the fucking bleach down,” he instructed. His phone pinged. “Hold that thought.” 

He was waiting for a message from a client, but this wasn’t it.  The contact that Izzy had marked as ‘Motherfucking Asshole’ came across his screen. Considering he had the man’s number at all, it was a pretty useless expression of his general feelings, but he had to get his jollies somehow these days. 

Stede: I need your help. 

“Am I having a stroke?” he muttered. 

“From the bleach?” Read asked, anxiously. 

“No, just put some water and baking soda on it. That’ll lift the worst of it.” 

Izzy: with what? 

Stede: Lucius had a very dizzy spell, nearly fell over. He’s refusing to even stay sitting down let alone go to the doctor. He made me promise not to tell Pete, but he forgot I had your number. 

Izzy’s blood ran cold. 

Izzy: I’ll be there in ten minutes. Give him something to eat. 

It was hot as hell out today and Lucius’ inability to remember to drink water when it was not placed directly in his line of sight had probably gotten him. It was likely fine. 

Izzy did not settle for ‘likely fine’ under any circumstances for Lucius. 

“Okay, bye then!” Read called after him. 

“I’ll explain later!” He called back, already hitting the button for the elevator. 

Stede: I’ve tried that already, but he said earlier his stomach was bothering him.

Izzy: is he glassy eyed? Flushed? 

Stede: Not sure about the eyes, it’s not bright enough in here to tell, but yes he might be flushed. 

Izzy: is he being a dick? 

Stede: I wasn’t going to say anything. Seems rude when he’s not well, but yes. Very dickish. 

Izzy: He’s got a fever. 

Which was bad, but also at least an explanation. Pete had mentioned, off-handed, that Lucius got dizzy with fevers. If he’d been attempting to power through one, on top of the heat that would easily fell him. 

Stede:  He shouldn’t be here then. He knows better. 

Izzy: in the car. Get water into him. 

It wasn’t possible to shave much time off the drive to the Revenge this time of day. Lights and traffic prevented any real speed. That didn’t stop him from gunning it at every possible point. When he arrived, he parked in the first open spot and not particularly well. 

The side door was propped open for him. Opening wasn’t far off, though the show was hours away. Lucius’ long Friday shift would only just be beginning.  Izzy walked in, warily. 

Lucius was behind the bar, but he wasn’t moving around or giving out directions to the Swede. He was just standing there, holding on to the bar like it might slide away from him. His eyes were closed. The glass of water just a foot or so from his hand was being ignored. 

Stede came out of the bathroom and as soon as the door creaked, Lucius’ eyes snapped open and his attention went back to his hands, the flash of a knife as he returned to slicing limes.  Stede saw Izzy and let out a relieved breath as he crossed. 

“All right, that’s enough now.” Stede said in his callous director’s way. A tone that Lucius reacted to with a snarl instead of a scoff. Woah, okay then. Definitely a fever. “I’ve called the Swede to come in early.” 

“It’s his day off,” Lucius slapped the knife down a little too carelessly for Izzy’s taste. 

“And you covered his last three sick days, Pup.” Izzy walked into Lucius’ line of sight. 

“Oh you fucking Judas,” Lucius hissed at Stede. 

“I know, I’m very terrible,” and maybe, in fairness, it wasn’t the ruthless director at the moment, but a very concerned friend. “But I think you might be unwell.” 

“I’m not sick. I just needed to close my eyes for a second.” 

Izzy reached over, tugged Lucius down by the neck of his shirt and kissed him. The fact that Lucius sort of toppled into it was sign one, but the heat of his skin as Izzy cupped the back of his neck sign two through a hundred. 

“What hurts?” Izzy demanded. Lucius knew from colds and fevers. He whined through them mostly, making big productions of mild malaise. He wouldn’t have come in if he had the sniffles, so it was something bigger. 

“Nothing. I took some painkillers before I came to work and it was fine.” 

“Pup.” He stared at him at close range. Lucius blinked first. Sign one hundred and one. Shit. 

“My ear felt weird. Stuffed up. I figured it was allergies, you know I get gross this time of year. Hurt a little more this morning, but the Swede was looking forward to going out and then I got here and everything was a mess from last night-” 

“We’ve got it,” Stede said firmly. “Please, for the love of all thing, go home, Lucius. Or better yet, go to urgent care or something.” 

For a second Lucius looked like he might protest on principal a last time, but instead he sagged over the bar with a pathetic whimper. 

“Yeah, okay.” 

Several hours later, Izzy reluctantly picked his phone back up. 

Izzy: very bad ear infection, caught it just in time. Horse pill antibiotics for the next ten days. 

Stede: not like him to bully through that kind of thing.  Is he resting now? 

Izzy: passed out on the couch.  Pete knows.  Says he’s been weird the last day or two. 

Stede: Glad he knows, did he say why? 

Izzy: his cousin’s wedding is this weekend. 

Stede: The one he wasn’t invited to? That makes more sense. 

The very same. Without his mother brokering the connection, all of Lucius’ relatives seemed to have forgotten he existed. Lucius was clear that it was unlikely she was spreading the word around, just his lack of presence and his mother’s silence would be enough. 

Izzy: I hate that woman. If he didn’t love her so much, the things that I would do. 

Stede: I would drive you there and provide the alibi.  

Eventually, Izzy got Lucius into bed. Got him to drink some water too and eat a little. Lucius grumbled, but curled around him afterwards. 

“Sorry,” he muttered into Izzy’s stomach. 

“Nothing to be sorry for, Pup.” 

“I should say sorry to Stede.” 

“He understood.” 

Lucius paused, then barked a laugh. “You two. You teamed up on me. Peace between nations! Release the doves.” 

“Shut up, you’re hallucinating. It never happened,” Izzy groaned. 

“You totally did. I can’t believe it.  And now I know it’s possible. Oh the things I can do.” 

“I don’t know why you’re surprised,” he sighed. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure you’re alright.” 

“...I hate when you ruin a perfectly good evil planning session by being really really sweet. Fuck,” Lucius wrapped an arm around Izzy’s  hips.  “Stop that. I love you.”

“Love you too,” Izzy assured him and let him drift off like that. It’d be deeply uncomfortable soon, but for right now, he could tolerate just about any annoyance. 

Stede: Can I doordash him some soup?

Izzy: got homemade stuff here. 

Stede: what a lovely little homemaker you are 

Almost any. 

Izzy: Doordash yourself some fucking vegetables before you die of malnutrition and fuck off. 

Stede: Your concern, as always, is appreciated and duly ignored.

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a stroll, interrupted.

SPENCER REID X FEM!READER

summary: what are the odds that you'd accidentally see Spencer on the very day you chose to take a sick leave? [FEM!READER, FLUFF]

The world usually made sense to Spencer. The weather, the nights, the traffic – he broke everything down to facts and numbers, and it was how he functioned. If something didn’t add up, that’s when he started worrying. Like right now, and the problem being that you were yet to arrive at their meeting.

He knows deep down that you might have just missed your alarm, but could anyone blame him for being concerned? You had never missed a meeting before. Even on holidays, you volunteered first in any cases they had, all because the job felt gratifying to you. Maybe you shouldn't be getting such a high from catching killers, but it kept you occupied.

Plus, they had finished up a particularly gruesome case the day before, in which you were almost stabbed by the unsub. You seemed alright and Spencer tried not to fuss over you for his own selfish reasons.

He knew the team was aware of his increasing feelings towards you, and he’d never forgive himself if you actually came to know about them too. So he always took a step back in anything involving you, and busied himself to a point he wouldn’t get the urge to stare when you laugh across the room.

It had downsides too, like how he didn't get to know if you were completely okay yesterday. If you were, wouldn't you be here by now?

Spencer Reid was also a terrible actor, so he kept looking at the door every few seconds, something that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Have any input?” Hotch asked, concluding his speech a bit pointedly.

“Uh, no. No, I don’t.”

Poorly hidden surprise erupted around the room, to which he almost rolled his eyes. I don’t talk that much, do I? he wondered.

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"Uhm, hey, where's Y/N?"

Spencer stayed behind after the meeting was over, knowing Hotch was the one resource he could trust. Unlike the rest of the team, his boss certainly wasn't going to tease him nor could he deny the answer to a harmless question. Hotch did raise an eyebrow though — he wasn't stupid.

"She took a sick leave, don't worry."

Spencer blinked. "Those contradict each other."

"What?"

"She always comes in when she's sick and you're the one who orders her to go home. But if she voluntarily took a sick leave, that means she's not sick. There are very few reasons why she would lie, so I'm assuming it has something to do with yesterday's case. So yes, those two sentences contradict each other. She TOOK a sick leave so I SHOULD be worried. YOU should be worried. WHY aren't you worried? EVERYONE SHOULD BE WORRIED- WAIT, AM I YELLING?"

"Kind of," Garcia entered the room again, pointing to the glass doors, which showed agents staring at him with their mouths open. "You okay, Spence?"

"Yeah, I just—" he pointed to the elevator, then to himself, rubbed his hair and walked right off.

"Should I go get him back?"

"No, it's fine," Hotch sighed, like a very exhausted father.

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It was funny how he ended up on your doorstep; the funny part being that he didn't know exactly how he ended up there. He had tried calling you, but it went to voicemail so he decided to come over to your apartment. He wasn't so sure about his decision now.

What if you thought it was weird he came over? What if you're really sick? Questions could go on, so he turned off his brain and knocked.

No one answered.

He tried again. And again. And again.

Alarmed, he looked around, as if you were hiding from him. Why wouldn't you be home if you were down with a cold? He had assumed it was a lie already, but now he was properly freaked out. From sleep to kidnapping, his mind went through all the possibilities, and only a few of them were comforting.

When he walked back into his car, he already had a plan in mind. He'll call Hotch and let him know something was wrong, ask Garcia to call your roommate, and — okay maybe not a complete plan but he had a start.

He hated how he couldn't think right. Being in the team came with a lot of sacrifices. It was part of the job to not be surprised if someone gets hurt.

But it was you. How was he supposed to have any coherent thoughts when your safety was all he could think about? You were all he could think about? You last Christmas in your red sweater, you rolling your eyes when a suspect tried to flirt with you, you walking in the park across the street feeding ducks—

Wait, what?

He blinked to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, then put down the phone he had taken to call Hotch. Slamming the door behind him, Spencer strode over in quick, angry steps.

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"I'M NOT FEEDING THE DUCKS- oh Spencer!"

"You owe us a lot of explanations!"

You groaned. "I knew it. I knew it."

It was his turn to be surprised. "You...did?"

"I knew you would know I wasn't really sick! I just wanted some quiet for one fucking day and I'm being busted by the smartest guy in the team."

He tried not to blush by your indirect compliment. Being called smart was not new to him. You calling him smart was an entirely new feeling. He relished in it before he snapped out of his trance.

"Wait, what? So you're not sick?"

"Of course I'm not," you scoffed. "I needed 24 hours to myself and taking a sick leave was the only way to do that. I love this job but it gets overwhelming."

"Yeah, I understand that," he nodded sheepily.

"You didn't know?" you raised an eyebrow. "Then why the hell are you here? UNLESS! AHA, I figured it out!"

Uh oh.

"You did?"

"Yes, you took a leave too! You lied to Hotch and you don't wanna —wait it'd be a huge coincidence to see you here then. Huh, nevermind I'm blank," you said, almost dizzily.

Spencer looked at you with concern, which only increased when you tried to hide a sneeze.

"So you are sick," he laughed.

"No, I'm not. I don't get sick," you mumbled quietly. "I did feel a bit odd in the morning but it has nothing to do with my leave. I think I'm allergic to ducks. Or you."

"Being sick is not a sign of weakness," Spencer said, shaking his head. "Statistically, everyone gets sick at least thrice in their life. It's as common as sleeping, just not as frequent. Resting helps, as well as chicken soup, but that's my to-go food of choice anyway."

"Soup does sound nice..."

"Then it's decided. I'll be your personal chef of the day," he said, clapping his hands. He didn't have time to be awkward. He'll save that for when he burns your kitchen down. "C'mon, let's go."

You followed him hesitantly, though grumpily as ever. "You never told me how you ended up here, you know."

"Uh, that. I was following up a case in the neighbourhood."

"What case?"

"Sick people shouldn't ask too many questions," he said, trying to hide a smile.

It was unsuccessful, just like his constant attempts to hide his feelings. You were nothing if not a good detective.

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Fury’s Daughter

AN: Idk wth I just wrote... I just got this idea so yeah... Happy Reading!

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You are the adoptive daughter of Nick Fury, when you were 5 he adopt you when your parents died on a plane crash that was cause by Hydra, your parents and Nick were good friends that’s why he took you in.

You were a smart kid, always analyzing things, Fury told everything to you and never lie. To protect your identity Nick made you a new one as you volunteer to be an agent of Hydra to gain information and was branded by the organization. You did dangerous mission and always getting out alive.

You were then sent back to and joined the Avengers initiative but the avengers were suspicious of you as you came out of nowhere, no files, no nothing but a name and Fury’s trust.

No one knew who you are to protect your identity in recon so the avengers treated you coldly but you didn’t care, you didn’t tell it to your father about the situation you are in because you were train to adapt and you did. You were kind to them and all as you and Natasha got closer… like really close. Out of all Natasha Romanoff is the one you have trusted the most.

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You got out from the elevator after a short report you did to Nick about the information you got for the Winter Soldier when you heard the laughing of the team as they sat in the living room with pizza on the table as they talked and laugh at each other.

The laughter halted when they all noticed you and silence came… you knew you were never welcome her but your father trust them so you really had no choice but to put up with it, sensing their discomfort you just gave them a nod greeting them.

“Good evening Avengers” no one answered as you expected and left and went to your room, you heard a light foot steps following you and a hand holding your wrist and seeing a familiar red head you have fallen with for the past few weeks.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry about the boys you know how hard headed they are” she sincerely apologized to you as you gave her a soft smile

“it’s ok Natasha, I know they still don’t fully trust me and I understand why, so it’s cool” you replied to her as she looked at you suspiciously searching your face for any lies but you being good at hiding your emotion she immediately gave up when she didn’t find one.

“So… Movie night?” she asked cheekily at you as your brows furrows

“what about the others?” you asked her as she started pulling you towards her room as she shrugged

“they can take care of themselves, come on!”

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One day when you were alone practicing in the gym at 6 am of the morning you accidentally took off your clothes leaving you in your sports bra forgetting that Steve Rogers is always awake at that time and saw your Hydra mark on your chest and thought of you as an enemy and told the team as they planned to eliminate you on the next mission.

To eliminate the Hydra scum.

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“can I get a hand over here?” you heard Clint said in the coms as you took down the last guy from your floor inside a hydra base that you’ve been recon last week

“I’m coming on your way” you answered running to Clint’s direction knowing the base like the palm of your hands as you shot a Hydra soldier who was sneaking behind him

“Thanks” you nodded at him you continue your pursuit taking down agents as you skillfully glide yourself on the battle field.

The battle had stop when Clint finished the last guy as Steve and Natasha immerge from the control room with a case on hand.

They must have gotten the information

“Mission complete, how’s the perimeter Tony?” Captain said on the coms as you get close to Natasha scanning her for any injuries and sighted in relieve when you found none.

“Perimeter is clear as the sky Steve were ready to go home” you smiled at the thought of home… Fury promised you a dinner with Maria and Coulson when you get back since things have been busy these couple of week and you were really excited about it since it’s going to be your first dinner with them again since you got back from recon.

“time for phase 2 then, Romanoff” you frowned at Steve’s word

Phase 2? You never heard about it when at the briefing

You were still in confusion when Steve called Natasha and you felt a searing pain by your side

You wiped your head to your side seeing a knife… a knife you gifted to Natasha lunge by your side.

You looked at her eyes full of betrayal and so as Clint and Steve who was in there with you.

“Phase 2 complete, were leaving, now die you Hydra scum” Steve said voice full of spite hearing a ‘good job’ from Tony and a ‘let’s go’ from Clint as you fall down on your knees looking at their retreating figure leaving you.

The last one you saw was the red headed assassin taking one last look at you as they close the door as your whole body fall down on the cold ground.

You shakily grabbed your phone dialing your father’s number as he answered rather cheerful

“Y/N why are you calling me? Is your mission done?” you heard your dad’s voice making you tear up a bit

“D-dad…”

“get your ass here kid Maria and Coulson just arrived here and im about to finish cooking these turkey”

“c-can I have a rain check on the dinner dad… I kinda messed up…” your voice was now shaking and you are feeling colder than usual the blade may have a poison as you felt a burn and getting light headed faster than normal.

Fury must have sense that there is something wrong by the way your voice sounded

“Y/N what happened? Are you ok?” you can hear his voice full of worry as you heard Maria and Coulson from the background asking what’s wrong.

“I-I think I was the p-phase 2 of S-Steve’s plan dad… it’s really g-getting cold here ya know” blood tricked on the ground from your wound

Your vision darken as flashes of memories filled your eyes.

You can hear the shuffles from the other line saying they are tracking my call and will be sending medical help

“I’m s-scared d-dad… I still d-don’t wanna go” you cried,

“Help is on the way Y/N keep holding on I’m here for you kid” you can hear the shakiness of your father’s voice, you kept trying to keep your eyes open and now seeing dark spots forming.

“T-thanks for everything dad… tell Maria and Coulson I love them…” your voice was barely audible hearing their cried for you to wake up.

“Keep your eyes open for me kid… please”

“I-I think a need a nap… l-love you dad” and you were gone.

They kept calling for you but you never answered back.

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Fury along with Maria and Coulson with a medical team arrived at the base eyes redden because of crying as they found you on the cold ground with your phone by your side and a stab.

Fury cradle you like a baby as the medic announced your death with Maria and Coulson crying by the side.

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“Did you check the monitors?” Fury’s cold voice echoed in a quinjet as your cold body layed beside him with your head on his lap stroking the hair that is covering your face.

“you’re not gonna like it boss…” Maria said with blood shot eyes as she played the video of Steve ordering the Phase 2 and Natasha Romanoff stabbing you as they left you.

“call them up at SHIELD… they would pay for what they did to her” Nick ordered as Coulson took his phone out to call them.

Nick glanced at you as he swiped some blood by your mouth hugging your corpse closer to him.

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They avenger’s arrived at SHIELD seeing Fury holding Y/N’s hand as she lay dead on the table with Maria and Coulson by the back holding back their anger.

“what is this Fury?” Steve stepped out in confusion to why they got the body of Y/N

“What is the phase 2 Captain” Nick’s voice was colder than usual

“… to eliminate the Hydra-“ Steve answered as the other’s stayed silent

“and who is the Hydra?”

 “Y/n…”

 Then there’s silence, the team were uncomfortable with the silence but Steve was getting impatient with all of it.

“Look I don’t know what is your point here but you should thank us for killing the mole here Fury”

Fury looked at them as Coulson held Maria who was about to attack Steve as Fury spoke…

   “I see no dead mole here Rogers… all I see is my dead daughter”

  The team’s eyes widen as they froze from there spot

“W-what?” Bruce asked

“Y/N Fury... is my daughter who you called a Hydra scum”

“B-but she had the brand-“

“She had the brand because she was undercover inside Hydra that gave her the mark to extract information for your missions that is saving billions!” Fury angrily shouted making them all flinch.

All of it dawned to them as Natasha fall into her knees realizing she killed a hero… she killed her friend who trusted her… she killed the person who loved her…

“I pulled her out of the recon to keep her safe knowing her all her covers were blown, I put her into your team so she can be protected thinking after all those years of being away we can have a normal dinner like she wanted for years, I trusted my daughter in your hand yet you are the one who killed her…”

Fury stood up tears streaming down on his face

“Avenger Initiative’s termination is effective immediately, all of you would be put in maximum security prison for killing Y/N Fury” Agents entered taking their weapons and cuffing them

 “Nick… I’m sorry” Steve’s voice filled with regret rang out as Fury looked at him coldly throwing a file on the ground in front of him as the content spilled revealing pictures of the Winter Soldier.

 “Y/N wanted to give you this information from the last recon she was put in to, James “Bucky” Barnes is alive and now known as the Winter Soldier who is working for Hydra and has killed thousands”

Steve’s face was full of shock knowing his best friend Bucky is alive…

“Nick-“

“I’m sorry to cap…” Fury cut him off and coldly apologies to Steve who is now confuse to why as everyone in the room looked at them in silence.

 “you took someone dear away from me… and now I’m taking yours, Good Bye Avengers and thank you for your service” before Steve and others could react they were all tranquilized knocking them out cold and only waking up in a glass cell with Ross smirking at them as they sat there in silence thinking the things that they have done for you.

“welcome to your new life Avengers…in prison!” and a loud laugh erupted from Ross as he walked out as ex-heroes gazes followed his exit.