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ponderingmoonlight · 1 year ago

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hiihihi can i request prompt 55 for megumi?? maybe reader texted him late at night and wanted him to sneak into her dorm after curfew? (maybeee gojo caught them a lil while later 👀 only doing rounds cause he was nosy and wanted to snoop lmaoo)

I’m an absolute sucker for Megumi, thank you for this request! It’s a little goofy, kinda got inspired by my dress up darling xD Hope you like it though, please let me know :) 55. "I'm tired. Don't make me angry."

Caught

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,8k

Synopsis: Megumi knows it isn't allowed to visit you after curfew late at night, but the temptation is just too great. However, it is percisely this night that Gojo noticed the both of you and finds you in a rather unfavorable situation.

Warnings: language, mentions of smut, it's getting a little heated

Yo loser, you still awake? 🖤

Stop calling me that, yes I am (y/n).

Wanna come over? I’m bored as hell :(

Not my problem, remember curfew? I don’t want to get into trouble because of you.

You sign at your screen and roll your eyes in annoyance. God, Megumi is such a pain in the ass when it comes to following these stupid rules. You are mature enough to decide on your own when and who you want to visit. And how would they know? All the teachers are sound asleep anyway. Not even Gojo has the nerve to stay alert all night just to make sure that Megumi won’t visit you, right?

You just have to be silent. Shouldn’t be hard for you.

I’m tired. Don’t make me angry (y/n).

Pleeeaaaassseee Megumi, I’m begging on my knees :(

Megumi throws his phone to the side in irritation. Why do you always have to bother him this late at night? Of course his heart beats out of his chest just thinking about seeing you alone, but why does meeting you always bond with getting into trouble?

Still…maybe he is even able to hold you in his arms until the sun begins to rise. He’d ditch sleep a hundred times if it meant that you are by his side. As noiselessly as possible he sits up in bed and glances at Yuji who is breathing peacefully and is keeping his eyes closed. Megumi stands up, puts on his slippers and walks to the door. The girl’s corridor is down the hall, quite a stretch that cannot be explained if someone catches him there. Why does he keep doing things like this for you?

It doesn’t matter. As if in trance his feet carry him to your door. His knuckles brush gently against the hard wood, eyes swaying around in alert.

Your heart skips a beat when you catch a glimpse of him in the dim moonlight. He really came! With a wide grin on your face you grab his hand and pull him into your room.

“Megumi!”, you cry out in excitement.

“Shh, you want everyone to know that I’m here? Maki is next door”, he hisses.

A glimpse of you is enough to make Megumi blush in an instant. You are covered by nothing but an oversized Shirt, your butt just barely covered by it. Are you only wearing underwear underneath this? He always knew and appreciated that you are comfortable around him, but the sight of your naked thighs does thinks to him and lets his mind wander. Why do you have to be so ridiculously attractive anyway?

“Come on, Maki sleeps like a rock and who cares about you being here anyway? Except for me, of course. You can’t even imagine how happy it makes me that you really came”, you shyly admit.

He looks as breathtaking as usual, maybe even better with his loose black sweater that shows off his tight muscles underneath so perfectly. Nothing ever happened between Megumi and you. You’re just friends that meet up late at night and lay in your bed until the sun rises, talking about everything and everyone. Megumi never touched you, never cuddled you, never intertwined his hand with yours. But oh how much you wished he did. Since you joined Jujutsu High alongside him, your feelings for the black-haired boy grew day by day. Now you can’t imagine life without him, your heart starts to dance whenever you see him.

“You know, I just really like your company”, he responses, scratching his head awkwardly and avoiding your gaze.

Your heart skips a beat, face lighting up by the sound of his sweet words. It is rare that he says such things to you, Megumi isn’t the vocal one anyway. Actually you are, but not when it comes to him. He is the only person that lets your outspoken and confident self get soft and all flustered, not even brave enough to give him a hug.

“Wanna lay in bed? You said you were tired.”

Not anymore. Your sight alone is better than the best sleep and wakes him up every time.

“Sure.”

His gaze brushes over your moonlit features as you climb into bed, sliding against the wall and invitingly padding the sheets next to you. It makes him nervous to lay this close to you, knowing that you wear nothing but a shirt and that you are absolutely breathtaking beautiful. His heart almost beats out of his chest when the mattress gives in under his weight and your bare arm brushes against his skin while he lays down. Everything smells so good. He can immediately scent your sweet shampoo on the cushion under his head as well as the delicious fragrance of your body spray that hangs in the air and tingles in his nose. But the sight of your glistering eyes is what sends him over the edge.

“God, you are so beautiful.”

The words escape his mouth faster than he can react, hands covering his mouth in shock. Did he really just say that? Fuck, you must think he is really awkward, that all he thinks about are your good looks.

“I-I mean…You’re pretty smart as well…”, he stutters, face flushing immediately.

A cute little giggle escapes your mouth, cheeks heating up at his sudden outburst. Here and there a few compliments slipped out of Megumi’s mouth and left him all flustered. You adored the blush creeping up his face and the way he always scratched his head awkwardly in silence.

“(y/n), you need to be a little quieter. I don’t want Gojo-sensei to find us here”, he whispers, gaze creeping to the door.

“Don’t worry, he never did!”

Little did you know that Satoru just woke up from his light sleep and your giggling that echoed through the otherwise quiet halls of the dorms. He straightens himself and puts on a pair of sweatpants, a yawn escaping his lips. Why the hell is someone awake this late at night? Putting on his slippers, he leaves his room and roams around.

Another giggle. His eyes narrow. This sounds like you. Why are you giggling? Maybe someone is with you. Gojo doesn’t waste any more time and traces into the girl’s corridor. The ruffling, giggles and muffled voices grow louder as he moves towards your door. That other voice, it sounds so familiar…His eyes widen in surprise. Is that Megumi? What are you doing in there, after curfew alone in your room late at night? Fuck, he didn’t prepare Megumi for any for this. Does he know how this works? Is he using protection? Gojo’s pace picks up in an instant, panic mode completely activated.

“(y/n) and Megumi-chan, I know you’re in there. Get dressed within the next ten seconds”, he announces.

Your eyes widen in pure horror. Fuck, Gojo is here. Why the hell is Gojo here? He never caught you over the span of many months. Why today? Why when Megumi’s arms are this close to you, ready to hug you tightly?

“I told you!”, Megumi hisses through gritted teeth, panic written on his face.

“I’ll lock the door”, you proclaim with determination and lift yourself up.

This will give Megumi enough time to hide somewhere. You frantically swing your leg over his body, almost losing balance on the soft mattress underneath and your body tangled within the blanket in your rush.

“Fuck”, you mutter and search for hold, hands landing on his chest.

Instinctively, his hands grab your hips tightly just in time before you fall onto the ground.

Time stands still, your eyes stare right into Megumi’s ones. You’re sitting on top of him, thighs pressed against his with his big hands resting against your hips, squeezing them. You can feel something twitching underneath you, Megumi’s heartbeat bangs against your hands. Oh god. Is this really happening? All you can do is hold your breath and stare at him, every cell of your body refusing to move.

You sit on top of Megumi Fushiguro.

His hands grab your hips.

You know exactly what is moving beneath you.

“We didn’t even talk about this Megumi-chan, get back into yo- OH MY GODNESS.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Gojo entered the room, gaping at the both of you with his mouth wide open and completely frozen in his tracks.

“I-It’s not what it l-looks like…I-I promise!”, you stutter, full panic mode activated.

You stumble off him, body swaying back and forth. Did you really just sit on Megumi? With Gojo catching you mid-action?

Megumi hectically covers his lower body with a blanket, face dripping in sweat, embarrassment and heat. You just sat on him. He got hard and you probably noticed. Gojo saw all of this. He doesn’t know what to think or say anymore, mind completely occupied by what just happened. Did you really sit on him?

“Listen kids, I don’t care about curfew or anything, but please make sure to use protection and be…y’know…quiet.”

Even Gojo stumbles over his words at this point, avoiding gazing at your poorly dressed figure.

“We didn’t do anything. It just looked strange”, Megumi finally speaks out.

You want to be swallowed by the ground and hide in a tiny hole for the rest of your life. Your sensei thinks that you two got intimate. But not only that, it looked like he caught you mid-action. But more important than that…You sat on Megumi and he was very excited about that. Does that mean that he…likes you?

“Sure. Listen, let’s talk about this tomorrow or even better, never again. Just make sure to be quiet…Ehm, have a nice night I guess.”

And with that, Gojo closes the door behind him, leaving the both of you with his fast steps echoing down the hall.

Silence fills the room, you don’t dare to look at Megumi.

“Maybe…You wanna cuddle for a bit? Doesn’t make any difference anymore I guess.”

Your heart skips a beat. Did this words really just left his mouth, the mouth of Megumi Fushiguro, the boy who never even tried to put an arm around you? This night truly just keeps getting crazier.

“Aren’t you worried about what Gojo-sensei thinks?”, you question, face still hot in embarrassment.

“I’ll talk to him in the morning. We don’t have to if yo-“

“No”, you interrupt him immediately.

“I would love to lay in your arms.”

And that’s what you did. His warm arms welcomed and held you tight through the rest of this eventful night, heart still racing uncontrollably.

“I think I like you more than a friend”, you admit into silence, face buried against his chest.

“Me too.”

“Yeah, I noticed that”, you remark before you can stop yourself.

Megumi pushes you off his chest, face red as a tomato almost instantly.

“Can we please just stop talking about that, (y/n)?”

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kianely · 1 year ago

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OFF THE DASHBOARD

i. FEATURING — Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

ii. SYNOPSIS — Relentless stacks of paperwork and arrests during patrols have Leon busy all the time. It doesn’t help that you’re out of town for some work business. Feeling deprived of your touch, he hastily calls you while in his car, needing to hear your voice.

iii. CONTENT WARNINGS — 18+ content (MDNI) Sub!Leon, masturbation, phone sex, dirty talk, spit for lubrication, praise with tiny hints of condescending degradation (leon receiving) Focused mostly on Leon overall. Please check my DNI before interacting. Lowkey rushed, my bad LMAOO

Your boyfriend was a needy and pitiful mess. He stationed his car in an empty parking lot as soon as he got off his shift at the department. He had his lights turned off. He was ringing your phone, already having you on speaker in case you picked up. A bold move, but he never invested in a pair of earphones so it would have to do.

The slacks of his uniform were painfully tight, he needed you. Couldn’t get off on his own, he was fucking addicted to you. He used to be able to get off in just minutes by the simple thought of you. But he was getting greedy, you spoiled him rotten. He needed to feel you, or at least hear your voice coax him into an orgasm.

“C��mon,” he muttered out, running a hand through his messy hair out of desperation. His phone was beeping, the picture he had for your saved contact showing on his phone and illuminating his car a bit.

It was wishful thinking. It was midnight already, there’s no way you would–

“Hello?”

The greeting alone sent blood rushing to his cock, his mind was spinning at the sound of the voice he had been craving to hear the entire long and exhausting work day. His tongue ran across his lips, trying to make up for how dry his throat felt.

“Oh, thank god.” He let out an audible sigh of relief, one you could clearly hear over the phone. “I’m so sorry for calling so late and without any notice, it’s just…”

He chewed on his bottom lip nervously, not knowing how to continue his sentence. He couldn’t just straight up tell you that he had been fantasizing about you jerking him off for hours on end, right? The thought of your hands taking his uniform off at a tantalizing pace before finally wrapping your hand around his cock—it sounded so good. Or even the manner in which you’d teasingly run your fingers across his abdomen before tracing over the lines of his v-line, he was always so weak under your touch.

“It’s okay, I was awake catching up on a show anyway. You’ve been so busy lately and I miss you like crazy, I’m glad you called.” Your voice came through and he wanted to melt into a puddle in his car seat.

“I miss you too, so much. Listen—I’m kind of in a predicament right now,” he eventually managed to say with a breathless tone of voice, placing his hand on the bulge straining against his slacks, rubbing the area lightly and letting out a soft whimper. He hoped you’d get the picture, without having to vulgarly explain himself.

A beat, you registered the sound of Leon’s voice. He was horny, you could tell just by the undertone of need that seeped from his words. Usually he was more subtle, not so blatantly whimpering during a call. That was kinda hot though, your usually composed boyfriend was in need of release.

“Baby. Are you hard right now?”

The term of endearment made Leon’s heart quicken, there was something about the way you said it that made heat blossom across his cheeks. “Guilty.”

You could be cruel sometimes, but not today. Not when you hadn’t touched Leon in nearly three weeks because of conflicting schedules.

“Take your belt off,” your voice was gentle but Leon knew you were instructing him. “And let me hear it, too. Wanna know you’re listening to me.”

There was something about you bossing him around that was so incredibly sexy, he momentarily set his phone down on one of his thighs so you could hear the clanking of metal as he fumbled to take off his belt and gear. It took him longer than usual, and the adrenaline pumping through him made him hear his own pulse in his ears.

“Okay,” fuck, his voice was quivering and his belt was discarded off onto the passenger seat. “What now?”

“Mm,” you thought about it for a moment, just to tease him. Eventually, you settled on a response. “Stroke yourself over your boxers, and tell me what that pretty mind of yours was thinking about all day.”

He was a good boy, unzipping his pants and slipping his right hand underneath—finding the shape of his cock and gliding his hand up and down. The fabric of his boxers was already wet with his precum, it was sticking almost uncomfortably to him. His free hand found purchase on the edge of his car seat, short nails digging into the leather of it.

“I, uh.” He was stammering, mind struggling to formulate a coherent thought. You did this on purpose, making him talk even when he was struggling.

“C’mon sweetheart, you can do better than that. Don’t tell me you went all dumb just by touching yourself for a single second.”

Those taunts, fuck, that condescending tone you took. The windows of his car were undoubtedly going to fog up with all the ragged breaths he was taking. “Was thinking about your hand on my cock, and that thing you do with your thumb—like…oh fuck, when you rub the tip with it.”

A babbling mess, that’s what he was. “T–Thought about you spitting on my cock, and the way you look at me while you do. Want you. Need you.”

“Atta boy,” your praise made him gasp—the words shooting straight down the gutter. “Keep going, you sound so fucking pretty.”

He was almost drooling with the way his jaw was slackened, his lips feeling dry with each intake of breath through his mouth. Only you were given the heavenly experience of hearing all his little sounds, the hiccup of his breath and broken sobs.

“Can I touch myself now, please?” His request was quiet, spoken in a bashful manner.

You laughed at his question, wanting to play with him a little. “What do you mean? You are touching yourself.”

“Yeah but…” he let out a whine, beginning to feel frustrated. So damn impatient, the call had only been running for a few minutes and he was already being pouty. “Like, without my boxers. That’s what I meant. Please? I don’t know how much longer I can go.”

“So dirty. Where are you right now, Leon?”

He wanted to growl at you, how could you be asking such an unnecessary question in the middle of this? Were you trying to torture him? You didn’t even answer his oh so nicely worded request.

“Does it matter?” There was a little bit of frustration in his voice. Could he take his boxers off or not? “Parking lot.”

“Ah, right. So you’re asking me if you can take your boxers off in a public parking lot and touch yourself, then? You’re a cop, aren’t you? Isn’t that public indecency?”

“Babe.” His voice was so whiny, fingers getting ready to reach under his boxers. “Please. Just let me, there’s no one around, promise.” He craved your permission, even if he didn’t necessarily need it to touch himself.

You were so going to give him shit over this the next time the two of you hung out in person. “So impatient, fine, go ahead.”

His boxers were hastily shoved further down as soon as he got the green light, his fingers wrapping around his neglected cock. Tears brimmed at his eyes at the relief that flooded his senses, letting out a hiss as he stroked himself.

He imagined his hand was yours, mimicking the way you would touch him because he had it all memorized. “Oh god,” his eyes fluttered shut as his head tilted back towards the headrest—hips bucking up into his own hand. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

“That’s it, keep going.” Hearing your boyfriend in such a messy state was getting to you too, your own hand snaking down your figure to the place that ached. “Spit on it.”

“What?” The command made him lose focus, his mind spinning with each passing second, “oh, wait, okay. Fuck, that’s hot.”

It was an easy task for him, saliva having already gathered in his mouth from the way he had been too focused on all the pleasure to even swallow. He let his spit land on the tip, watching as it ran it’s way down to the base.

With a high-pitched moan, he kept on going—a little faster than before. He was losing it, his rhythm progressively getting more sloppy as his stomach got tighter and tighter.

He really should’ve turned his ignition on so he could have some AC in his damn car, his uniform was going to be damp with sweat after this. Whatever, he owned a washing machine.

He could hear your encouragement and dirty talk, but he was too out of it to really pay attention. It didn’t matter, all he needed to know was that you were on the other line of the call, that’s the only way he could come in this situation.

“Not gonna last much longer,” he rasped out, giving the base of his cock some firm squeezes—the same motion you did to him whenever you gave him a handjob.

“I know,” you truly did, you could tell by the way he hadn’t responded to any of your praising comments, instead only receiving a mixture of heavy and uneven breathing as a response. “You can do it, sweetheart. Make a mess all over yourself.”

“Mm,” he heard that praise though, his knees felt like jelly. His hand was starting to cramp up but that was the last thing on his mind.

“Please,” he had no clue what he was begging for, the tears that glazed over his eyes started to spill. He hated that it wasn’t enough. Yeah, he was about to come, but his hand made only a decent substitute for yours.

“Gonna come, gonna come,” he repeated the phrase over and over again until his voice nearly gave out, “fuck, gonna—“

His eyebrows were knit together prettily, breathing momentarily paused as he gave some final tugs before his eyes rolled back, his hearing failing on him as all the noises turned to static.

He let out a silent moan, stripes of white landing onto the vest of his uniform. He inhaled and exhaled shuddering breaths as his body shook, slumping against his seat. His body felt limp and weak, hand cramping up from the way he had been going at it. “Oh my god…”

You gave him a couple moments to recuperate himself, “feeling good?”

“Better than good. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t picked up my call,” all the sexual tension of the day was finally exhausted from him, lazy smile forming on his face as he tried to catch his breath—he could hear you laughing over the phone.

“Gotten blue balls or something. Sooo, are you going to write yourself up now for public indecency?”

“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x gn!reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #re2 smut #re2 x reader #my first post was supposed to be fluff but oh well

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pyrodolls · 1 year ago

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YANDERE MK1 MEN X COMPLIANT! READER

WARNINGS: kidnapping, mentions of violence and murder, stockholm syndrome, all men are yandere and ooc, implied afab reader in johnny's, implied nsfw in bi-han's, mentions of an anxiety attack in zeffeero's, tomas is a masochist, gender neutral reader, reader doesn't care that they were kidnapped

SUMMARY: the mk1 men (johnny cage, bi han, kuai liang, zeffeero, tomas vrbada) are yandere, and they just kidnapped you. but you seem to not care...

A/N: sorry again for my late updates😭 anyways i was reading a yandere fic and i was like 'i would just give up and accept my fate if a yandere kidnapped me.' so here's some hcs based on that lil thought LMAOO

johnny cage would be ECSTATIC when he notices how compliant you are. thank god he didn't have to force you to accept your new life, that would've been ugly. now, he can live out his fantasy of a perfect life with you! and don't worry about your needs such as food and water, he's got the money to take care of that. besides, now you're with THE johnny cage! other people would sell their soul to be in your spot. you're grateful for your new life, right? you have to now, because johnny is so excited to start a family with you very soon, whether you like it or not.

bi-han wouldn't be surprised that you submitted to him so easily. it was a wise choice to be obedient. if you didn't, bi-han would have to punish you. and we wouldn't want that, would we? obviously, bi-han's always had the power and resources to make sure you never escape in the first place, but since you're just so calm and compliant, he doesn't have to stress about that anymore. but that doesn't mean he's entirely trusting of you yet. he would still keep his guard up for the first few months of your capture, just in case you were deceiving him with your willingness. but overall, bi-han is glad that you are so compliant. he brings you outside every now and then as a reward for your obedience. who knows, maybe if you keep up your good behavior, he'll reward you even more.

kuai liang was not excited to take you in. he knew you'd probably resist him, but it's for the best! please don't kick and scream at him, he's doing this because he loves you. he's keeping you safe, there's a lot of bad people out there that could hurt you and he can protect you from them. as soon as you noticed you were in an unknown place, he braced for an argument of some sorts, until you casually addressed him and asked where you were. kuai liang explained your situation and told you that he was doing it because he loves you so much, and you'll understand someday. surprisingly, you simply nodded and shrugged, accepting your situation and deciding not to defy scorpion himself. he was relieved that you didn't have any qualms with your new life, especially after he put so much effort into mending your new living space to your liking. he worked very hard to provide you with enough of your necessities to make you never want to leave.

zeffeero is confused at how cooperative you are. he had an entire anxiety attack before he committed the act, berating himself for doing such an atrocious thing. he would've hated for you to despise him, even though he would've understood why. fortunately, his anxieties were put to rest as soon as he saw how casually you handled the situation. even though it left him wondering if you were as mentally sane as he thought you were. but that doesn't matter, because now zeffeero doesn't have to hold back on his affections. he took your compliance as a sign that you are okay with his twisted way of loving you. now, your life within those walls is a lot more suffocating than you thought it would be.

tomas vrbada had mixed feelings about the situation. if you woke up in an unknown place, surely you'd be pissed at him. so you would probably cuss him out, or even fight him physically. tomas doesn't want to hurt you, but at the same time, he would relish in your hatred for him. for some reason, tomas would get a strange high out of your assertion and he'd feel very flustered if you were ever aggressive towards him. you could yell at him for the smallest thing, and he'd just stare at you with adoration as if he was in a trance. even though he would love for you to yell and scream at him, he would ultimately prefer for you to be happy with him and your new life. tomas desperately wants to have a normal-ish relationship with you, so it would be best if you were compliant with him. thankfully, you ended up quite cooperative with tomas, and easily adjusted to your new life. it made him so happy that you accepted him, that he spoiled you with everything you could ever want. tomas is at your beck and call, and he will do anything to make you happy. except free you.

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rosesradio · 2 months ago

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Leo explaining porn categories to Jason and Nico they get confused about what Leo’s saying so Leo makes them take the infamous bdsm test

oh my god the test 🫣 why were we all taking that at like 14, right along with the rice purity lmaoo

but yeah thinking about this definitely happening at a sleepover in the hades cabin, the three of them lost in the haze of nico’s candles, alcohol and weed.

(hc that the stolls have a secret garden with the help of the demeter cabin—it’s in the corner of their roof that no one goes to explore, and they split profits. unrelated, they also grow potatoes.)

anyways, they’re all giggly and open as leo steers the conversation and ends up showing them porn (because, as said, they’re really repressed). nico’s surprised it even exists, and while he’s embarrassed at first he can’t stop staring at it. leo went over to the gay category and picked something out at random—this being a pretty twink in a skirt being railed in a dimly lit dorm room. his wrists were tied to the headboard, so all he could do was roll his hips up and whine with every thrust. it looked so good…nico couldn't help but swallow. he’d be in either one of those positions in a heartbeat.

jason can’t help but fixate on the words being said. “so good—so fuckin’ pretty, bouncin’ on my cock”—it was vulgar, but gods, it sounded so nice—the pretty words, how breathless the top sounded. jason wanted to make someone that breathless, wanted to earn praise as easily as breathing.

leo gives them a tour of the porn site on his laptop, showing them all the different categories—twinks, groups, muscles, to name a few. and leo explains that those are just the tip of the iceberg. there’s also another layer—and he teases nico about how he liked watching that one tied up twink. he does a search, and hundreds of similar videos pop up. nico practically whimpers. (and perhaps bites back that it’s sad that leo seems to have such extensive experience watching porn on his own, as if nico wouldn’t do the same).

jason is still confused, a tad overwhelmed, flustered, and (although batman couldn’t beat the confession out of him) half-hard, itching to touch himself through his boxers even a little. he asks leo how he’s supposed to know what he likes and what he doesn’t. leo grins deviously and offers to let him practice with him, though he soon moves on from the fleeting joke and pulls up the bdsm test.

jason and nico go through what could only be described as shrimp emotions as they fill out their respective tests, out of view of the others. nico’s breath hitches at one of the questions, his face flushing as he squeezes his thighs together. jason’s brows furrow at one question, his eyes widening at the next.

when they’re done, they reluctantly pass their tests to leo, who shamelessly downloads a copy of each of their answers “to get a better look at them”. he looks up at them, brows raised as he frowns.

leo comments that the two are surprisingly vanilla, though a few things jump out at him. nico’s what they call a “rope bunny”, meaning he wants to be tied up. jason imagines the sight of nico in thigh highs and a skirt (maybe they have been watching too much porn), being edged by a vibrator as he writhes against dark ropes. he would beg so pretty like that, his voice weak and broken.

jason is apparently all about praise, with a choking kink on the side. he confesses with much embarrassment his skepticism of it all—he imagined he would like to be choked, though how was he supposed to know until it was actually happening? how was nico supposed to know he would like being tied up until it was actually happening?

that’s when leo leans in close to jason, breath warm and smelling like strawberry liquor. he repeats the joke from earlier, the one about practicing, his nimble fingers toying along jason’s collarbone. jason swallows, wanting nothing more than for leo to kiss him—and wrap his hand around his neck.

leo doesn’t seem to be joking this time, though. he adds that they could tie nico up, have him watch for the longest time before finally giving him what he needed. jason ponders the notion—what nico needed, what they all could possibly do to each other. nico could ride him, his wrists tied to the headboard. leo could fuck him while nico watched, drawing jason closer to the edge with each “good boy” and “so pretty, isn’t he, nico?”

gods. jason swallows.

when faced with a proposition, jason never backed down. when he could learn something, he leapt forward. and when something he desired was right in front of him, he was so used to being told no—what if he could have what he wanted for once? what if leo, who so carefully collected a list of what exactly could make jason and nico weak, could give him exactly what he wanted?

he nods.

leo grins surprisingly sweetly, though theres a spark in his eyes that suggests nothing but trouble for the pair of them.

#valdangelace #valdangelo #valgrace #jasico #jason grace #leo valdez #nico di angelo #pjo #tw smut #asks

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lvcky-g1rl-syndr0me · 8 months ago

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could you write a quick thing abt hoon and comfort? like the s/o and hoon had an argument and then he makes it up to her. idk if it makes sense but hoon has been running thru my mind lately (never forgetting riki ofc tho)

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missed date (request) ♪ park sunghoon

warnings: fluff, comfort, angst if you squint REALLY hard, pet names (angel, babe), gender neutral reader, really bad humor (its completely me), mentions of cuddling, hoon is so sweet :(, i think thats all!

this wasn’t the idea y/n had for the night. it was supposed to be the perfect night. sunghoon was supposed to come over and they were going to cook together and watch movies. that was until he didn’t show up. as y/n ignored the pinging phone, all from sunghoon trying to apologize and explain. the texts ended suddenly, but soon after, a thud comes from the window. what was that? they wonder. they look out the window to see their boyfriend outside, another rock in his hand ready to throw at the window. they open it and yell down at him “what the hell are you doing here sunghoon?”. “to apologize. please let me in y/n it’s really cold. i know im an ice skater and you call me elsa, but the cold does in fact bother me anyway”. they smile faintly at their boyfriends joke. “fine, i’ll be down in a second. go to the door” he smiles up at them as they close the window. they open the door and are immediately pulled into sunghoons arms. "i'm so sorry angel i didn't mean to forget. vocal practice ran late and i was just so tired that i went straight back to the dorm and fell asleep and i didn't wake up to my alarm-" he rambles on trying to explain himself for skipping their date. y/n couldn't help but smile at his adorable, apologetic state. "hey, it's okay hoon. don't worry" they say. "its not okay! you're upset and i'm such a shitty boyfriend!" they feel bad for him as he clearly felt terrible for the accident. they calmly explain to him "babe, im not upset. it was an innocent mistake. i'd much rather you get rest and accidentally miss our date, then not get rest and come tired or completely forget and we fight. its okay. i'm not mad.". "are you sure you're not mad?" he asks. "not at all" they say, smiling faintly at their worried boyfriend. he responds with a smile back, the adorable fangs that had charmed y/n peeking through. "come on, i expect serious cuddles after our missed date" y/n half jokes, "i couldn't think of a better way to make it up to you" sunghoon replies, the adoring tone clear in his voice. he loved his partner, and he couldn't think of a better way to spend his night then cuddling and watching movies with the person he loved most in this world.

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luckys note!: THROWING ROCKS AT YOUR WINDOW AT MIDNIGHTTT is what this imagine reminded me of and i LOVE it. if there's any 5sos fam reading this: hey im one of you🤭 but i hope this was good this is like my first written imagine so it might be a bit wonky LMAOO so im open to ways to improve my writing!! i hope you all enjoyed and i hope this is what you were looking for ⭐️ !!! thank you sososo much for your request i very much giggled and smiled a lot while writing this

(📍) PERM TAGLIST IS OPEN!

@siya-bean @ivyannemarie

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strniohoeee · 1 year ago

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Mortified

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: This is pure self indulgence LMAOO. This is literally a dumb idea I had from the song Face Down, like idk Matt’s so shy like you just know he goes to POUNDTOWNNN🧎🏽‍♀️💍

Warnings⚠️: It’s suggestive they talk about sex, and sexual experiences, but there’s no actual sex happening in this one

Song for the imagine: Face Down-MCVERTT, A$AP Ferg, Sexyy Red

⚠️Suggestive, but not smut⚠️

Bend her over, make her scream

Pillow full of Maybelline

Give me rocks until the top, teach

Her how to make cream

Currently I was at the triplets house with Madi and Nate. We were all chilling in the living room telling embarrassing stories while we waited for Matt to come back from his meeting with dinner for us

“Okay most embarrassing high school experience” Nate asked us

“To be honest I don’t remember” Chris said

“I think the most embarrassing thing was having that fuck ass haircut” Nick said laughing

“I think everything I did in high school was embarrassing” Madi said

“Ouu embarrassing….hmm I think it was the time I asked out this “popular” guy infront of all his popular friends and he rejected me” I said laughing and covering my face in embarrassment

“In front of the whole squad?? You have some balls” Chris said laughing

“I don’t even know why I did it” I said shaking my head

We were telling each other more embarrassing stories until it suddenly became sexual.

“Craziest sex story” Madi asked us

“There was this one time this guy was fucking me while his sister was sleeping right infront of us” Nick said

“THE FUCK? Where were you” Nate asked him

“I was in his living room, and his sister was knocked out cold on the floor in front of us” Nick said laughing

“Are you sure she was sleeping?” I asked him laughing

“Yeah…she could’ve been awake but too scared to interrupt y’all” Madi said laughing

“No like she was knocked out…like snoring and everything” he said shrugging his shoulders

“So anyways poor girl, how about you Chris?” I asked

“Yoo there was this one time I was fucking this girl, and she asked to ride so I was aii bet. We switch she starts riding, and yoooo she was riding like I swore I was levitating, but anyways this girl suddenly spat on me” Chris said laughing

“SPAT ON YOU? Or in your mouth?” Nate asked him

“No like shawty spat on me, and smacked me across the face” he said

“And???” Madi asked him

“Oh I came so fucking hard….thats when I knew I liked that freaky shit” he said

“You sick fuck” Nick said laughing

“I’m sick? You let a guy fuck you while his sister slept in front of y’all” Chris said laughing

“Madi what’s yours?” I asked looking at her

“To be honest I haven’t had anything crazy, but one time this guy throat fucked me so hard the back of my throat got bruised and like started to bleed a little bit” she said casually

“That’s fucking crazy bitch I salute you because that’s fucking insane” I said laughing

“Bleeding throat is insane” Chris said

“Nate you go” Madi said nodding her head at him

“Mmm there was this one time I was having shower sex with this girl, and all of a sudden she flips me around pushes me against the wall and starts eating my ass” he said laughing so fucking hard

“Eating your ass is fucking crazy” I said

“No like honestly I was like uhhh…but then it felt so fucking good I was confused” he said shaking his head

“Nate likes getting his salad tossed” Nick said laughing

“It’s not a regular occurrence, but I often find myself thinking about her….might have to hit her up again” he said looking off into the distance

“That’s fucking crazy” Chris said laughing at him

“How about you Y/N?” Madi asked

“She’s dating Matt….do you think he’s really fucking her shit up” Nate said

“Honestly fair….like the fuck is his little shy ass doing” Chris said laughing

“You’d be surprised” I said shaking my head

“Well don’t just sit there TELL US” Nick said

“You want me to explain my sex life with your brother?” I looked at him bamboozled

“Not really, but for the sake of this conversation I’m all ears” he said laughing

“I have to demonstrate it because it was fucking insane” I said

“That fucking crazy?” Chris asked

“Dude yes” I said standing up

“Okay so he came to my house one day like all upset and shit, and he was like I need to fuck this out now, and so I was like okay period let’s go take it out on me. So he wastes no time. So anyways we’re past foreplay. He starts calling me all these dirty names, and he’s like smacking me-“ I was cut off

“Smacking you where?” Madi asks

“He was smacking my ass, my face my pussy the whole nine yards” I said

“OKAY WOAH WOAH” Chris said closing his eyes

“SORRY, so anyways he’s like open your mouth, so I do, and he spits down my throat, and whatever…alright so boom, oh by the way we’re in my kitchen and he like pushes me against my island, and starts going down on me like this motherfucker was going crazy I almost passed out so many times I had to stop him” I said

“What a fucking freak” Nate said

“Oh 100%, but anyways he comes back up and like lifts my left leg up, and starts fucking me, and my backs banging into the edge of island like I had a bruise that’s how hard he was going, so then boom he flips me around pushes me over the island lifts my right leg up and starts going crazy, and he’s like smacking me and pulling my hair so hard. I was crying from how good it was, and he was fucking me dumb like all that could be heard was-“ I said

“I’m waiting for the demonstration” Madi said

“Right let me show you” I responded

I bend forward and pretend to be getting fucked

“So picture this Im like this my right legs up, and he’s going to pound town….I was like uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh” I said and then changed positions

I stood up pretending to be Matt, and holding the air and thrusting into it

“And he was like uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh,uh” I said pretending to be Matt

“And he’s like smacking me all crazy and shit, like dripping sweat all over me gripping my hair” I said to them

What we didn’t hear was Matt coming in the house and up the stairs….

“So we were like uh,uh,uh,uh,uh” I said pretending to fucking like Matt was

“And then-“ I was cut off by Madis face dropping and looking behind me, so I turned around to be met with a wide eyes Matt

“Oh uh hiiii” I said fully facing him

“What the fuck is going on” he said blushing

“Nothinggggg” I said smiling at him

“The fuck were you showing them?” He asked blinking at me

“She was showing us how you fucked her like an animal” Chris said

“Chris shut the fuck up” I said sucking my teeth at him

“Exposing our sex life” he said

“Well we were all telling stories and it was my turn, and they didn’t think you fucked good, so I was actually giving you a good rep” I said to him

“Right….” He said scratching his neck

“Who would’ve known Matt FUCKEDDDD” Nate said playfully hitting him

“Fuck off” he said laughing at him while blushing

“Look at Matt…he such a little freak” Chris said laughing at him

“Matt’s a great fuck” I said

“Babe STOP” he said covering my mouth

“It’s always the quiet ones” Nick said shaking his head

“It really is” I said laughing

“OKAY no more about our sex life” he said looking at me

“Sorry baby” I said laughing and grabbing his red cheeks

The End

This was such a dumb idea I had, but like I really wanted to write it LMAOOO😭😭 anywhooo hope yall enjoyed 🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplet smut #matthew sturniolo smut #smut #Spotify

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t4tlottie · 1 month ago

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omg first kiss with mermaid natalie!! she’s such a cutie and wouldn’t expect it at all- doesn’t really know what to do right away but very soon eases into it

it happens on your first date when she makes all the other mermaid yjs exit the cove so she can have alone time with you, they tease her about it so much but nat is so sassy and probably pulls a prank on them too hehe

and imagine someone walking (swimming?) in, you get soso flustered and she finds it adorable

having the ‘how many other humans have you kissed in here huh?’ teasing conversation with her and she totally says something like hundreds or whatever (it was none lmaoo)

her tail flapping around when you suddenly kiss her UGHHH. or even better, accidentally falling into the water with her because she's taken by surprise 😭 she lets out a cute little squeak and blushes SOOOO hard.

maybe putting down a blanket so she can lay on her side with her tail out :( showing her all the stuff you got like this mermaid pendant you thrifted or the cupcakes you baked her!! (she's been wanting to try them ever since you explained them to her). which leads to your first kiss? she has some cupcake on her lip and it's distracting you like crazy so why not just kiss it off? you were going to kiss her for the first time before you left here today anyway, so why not have it be now? perfect opportunity!

she feels her whole body seize up as you plant your lips on hers, and she's reminded that she does NOT know how to do any of this as she stays completely still. she's trying to follow your lead so she doesn't look completely lost, and soon gets into a nice rhythm. nat who has those typical sharp mermaid nails and accidentally scratches you with them when she tries to pull you in deeper cuz she's getting desperate :3 maybe that's when tai swims in (she was dared to by van) and catches you on top of nat which then causes to push you off and you just end up tumbling into the water with her 😭

"How many other humans have you kissed in here then?" you tease, giving Nat a shit-eating grin. "Oh, fsshh," Nat waves her hand around. "Hundreds maybe. Yeah, I was a bit of a player before I met you." "Oh yeah? That explains your great kissing skills." You giggle as Nat splashes water on your face and your grin grows wider. There's a dark red blush growing on her neck and you find it cute. "Don't worry, you can always practice more with me." "Shut up," Nat mumbles, feeling embarrassed. She dips her head low as you swim closer to her until she can feel your breath hit her lips. She can see you tilt your head, trying to get her to look up at you. "You should stay here. At least until you dry off. I can use my powers to dry you off quicker if you want." "No, I wanna stay longer."

#mermaid nat #natalie scatorccio thoughts 💭#anon #natalie scatorccio x you #natalie scatorccio x reader

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loneycorner · 1 month ago

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Explaining some stuff

Vent

(Reading this part isn't really necessary and you can skip it)

So, I don't really do these things cause I'm not really a big fan getting into too much personal shit but I really needed to get this out

I genuinely feel like my irl mom is losing hope in me, I'm not getting any better with my studies, school is hell, my classmates aren't any good either.

I just feel like going into a deeper spiral of my depression, I'm in need of therapy but I think my parents will say I don't need it since I'm normal lmao. Still undiagnosed with ADHD and autism, probably dyslexic as well yayyy

But seriously, I don't really know how to continue much more, the only reason why I'm still here is because of my online friends and my literal fear of dying and maybe getting sent to hell

My current gender dysphoria is also very much not helping alongside a break up (which I did cause but I'm more worried for her than for myself) I don't really know man

Trying to focus on school is hard enough but the way my mom is so disappointed and maybe losing hope might just drive me insane, she said she'll pull me back if I fail the next quarter which hopefully not

I know she's struggling too, I'm basically useless in my own house, I barely do anything, I don't help, I'm a burden to them

Break

Will I take a break? I'm still unsure and debating on that, I wanna but then again, the internet is a second home to me, it's where I can be free, it's my escape, it's one of the things that make me happy especially with my online family

I do hope I get better, especially with the people supporting me (which I'll be honest, mostly online strangers lmaoo) either way. I'm glad I haven't ended my story just yet, I know there's gonna be more. Good or bad, I'll probably just keep fighting knowing there's people who love me despite not even knowing me that much

Appreciation and Special thanks to

@marycom15 they're basically my mom, in which I was the one to say that but eh, I love them a whole bunch and supported me through quite a lot of stuff, super silly despite calling me out on a lot of things, like stop that/silly knows me a little too well

@iamineskew funniest person I've met, my father (albeit I didn't want/silly, love you/pp) wouldn't stop flirting with my mom in front of me but I'm actually fine, I love them a whole bunch, such great art too! I'm super inspired by all his works

@boothefanficeater my best friend ever!! We don't talk a lot because he isn't online as much lol, I consider him my super best friend anyway, literally the one that made me what I've become (cough.the Prokour CEO cough) they also have lovely art, I wanna eat it

@wimdywhimsy just a cool person in general, supports literally everything I do, all of the things they do is amazing, I love ALL of their ideas they bring on the table, my sibling ever

@canadianketchup is literally almost always the first person to interact with whatever I do, I love interacting with them, I wanna do it more but I'm a little shy giggles

@sundewhasaudhd one of the BEST people I've ever met on the dsmp space,I love them sm, they're just so passionate with everything they do and it's just so admirable, they're not afraid to socialize and bring up their interests it makes me so happy

(I almost forgot to mention aahhhhh)

@theshadeblindcolor a newer addition to my little family but I love them either way, such a cool person with cool art! I love everything they do, their aus are so sick I wanna read more about them and to some more fanart

And shout out to all my old moots too on previous account, all such lovely people I couldn't have it any other way, especially my ava/m family @izzyindahouse @the-ace-of-spadez @flairya @mary-games-and-arts

I'm so happy I met all you guys, I'm glad to be a part of even the small portions of your lives and I'm super happy you are all a part of mine<3

#i told mary i was gonna do my assignments but i wanted to write this out giggles #I'm doing it a promise mom

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sparrow-in-the-field · 6 months ago

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I finished watching lady baseball show last night and I have a lot of thoughts!! Some of them controversial?? Perhaps lol. Let's see!

First and most importantly, I really enjoyed the show! Anything critical I say is said with love lol. Overall it was a good show!

I loveddddd Clance. Clance and Max's friendship was everything to me (probably a post of its own but straight/gay friendships hold such a special place in my heart). I love them, they were so so so good I want to protect them at all costs. Clance was so wonderfully witty, she was cracking me up the whole show.

I also adored Lupe and Jess. If it was up to me Lupe would have been the mc of the Peaches. She was such an interesting and complex character who exhibited growth throughout the season and I loved every scene with her. And she's hot but that's not the point.

Jess too! I would have loved more time with Jess, I also ate up all of her scenes. And she looks like a butch version of my wife so she was also hot but again not the point. I'm not saying for sure that some Jess/Lupe fics could be coming, but... I'm not not saying it either.

Alright my controversial (or maybe not idk) take: I wasn't a big fan of Carson/Greta...whoops. idk I just didn't think they had great chemistry, it felt like a lot of telling rather than showing. They were supposed to really like each other but a lot of their scenes together they kinda just seemed annoyed/mad at each other 😬 idk sorry to my fellow lesbians I have failed you.

My conspiracy theory is that if the show was supposed to be multiple seasons then Greta/Carson was never meant to be end game and it was actually Carson/Max end game but idk that's probably not realistic with the times but I mean. At least they seemed to actually like each other don't kill me lol

Another big reason why I think Greta/Carson doesn't work well is because their relationship isn't reflected in the game. A huge component of sports shows/films is the sport being a reflection of real life, especially the relationships of people involved (see for more: my obsession with tbitb coxstroke). Baseball is the perfect game for this because it has an incredibly important dynamic/relationship within the game: catcher and pitcher. It absolutely baffled me that they didn't have the main couple be the catcher and pitcher (cough Carson/Max, cough). And tbh? Maybe not romantically, but Carson and Lupe's dynamic was far more interesting to me than Greta and Carson, because I got to see how it matter on the field. Greta and Carson barely played off each other in the sport, it was mind boggling to me.

On a similar note, I loved whenever the show was focused around baseball. I feel like they kind of lost that in places, and whenever we'd get back to an actual game where we'd get to see them play I'd be like "man I love this!" What can I say, I love a good sports film!

Sometimes the pacing of the show felt off to me. Like certain plot points they'd squeeze in and resolve pretty quickly even if they felt like a big deal, while others felt drawn out longer than they needed to be. Idk, writing a first season of a show is probably hard so I get it, just something that bugged me in a "I see so much potential, it just needed a little more tweaking" way.

As a fan of the og movie too, it was cute to see the little nods they made to it throughout the show. I kept having to explain them to my wife cuz she hasn't seen it lol (like when they started singing in the last episode my wife was like "...what is happening" lmaoo)

I think those are my main points. Anyway I enjoyed it and I'm sad it's over. Mwah I love you lesbian baseball show, I wish you had lasted longer so I could find out if my conspiracy was right. The end.

#a league of their own #aloto #a little nervous to share #pls don't hate me for not liking greta/carson lol

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northopalshore · 1 month ago

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hello Gaia! I have a union persona chart related question.

In my union pc I have union in 22° conjunct fama ( same degree ) in the 7th house Pisces.

I would like to ask, what's you're thoughts on this aspect with this degree? I know people call it "kill or be killed", I'm just not really sure how it's gonna manifest for me in this situation 😭

I'm definitely gonna meet this man for some type of work as I looked at the rest of the chart. Funny enough, I just started thinking about that "hm, maybe I should start sharing my art and thoughts on ig and yt" ( I have natal union in 11h aquarius 17° and a aquarius stellium in my union pc ), he propably gonna like my stuff and then he probably would want to start to work on a project with me, a collab perhaps? That's what I read into it. There's gonna be troubles though with the meeting, because of the distance? ( saturn in the 12th house union pc, it's in virgo ( in retrograde, Idk what are the effects it's gives to a planet when it's in retrograde ) so it might be health related aswell or it's gonna be hard to schedule the meeting because we're both busy with the everyday stuff, work + distance? Hmm, I'm not sure, still new to astrology 😞 )

Anyways, thought I might share this aswell, maybe it can help you give more context of the situation? I'm sorry If I talked too much or idk 😭

Thank you in advance if you decide to answer!

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ It def could be like a YouTuber couple situation lmaoo, PewDiePie & Marzia, Markiplier & Lixian ( not a couple lol, but I'm trying to highlight how they met in the first place) popped up in my mind. If you truly feel passionate about posting on YouTube, go for it!!!

Make sure the focus remains as doing what you want to do though, everything else will fall in place eventually. They may in fact be from a different country than your own or at least in a different state. Retrograde usually means it will take time, and a lot of planning may be involved for the first meeting. Perhaps there's a lot of things that have to be done in order to meet up, or it's just not the most practical choice given your conflicting schedules.

It will likely take a lot of hard work to get to a certain point of meeting them though, but at that time you will be consumed with your own ideas and won't see them coming. Being consistent & genuine with your art is important as that's what is supposed to happen lol. You could Collab with another YouTuber that turns out to be your FS, but it may happen at a later date i.e when you reach a certain point of success or recognition. From there, they may offer to collaborate on a video or brand.

₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑

When I first started my blog, it felt very random lmao. I never, ever thought I would be in this position where I am the person working behind the screen. I got into Tumblr actively because I was digging down a rabbit hole, but somehow... it led me here. (iykyk)

I didn't think much of it because I just felt like sharing a post or two with things that have been catching my attention. It felt like a very natural, yet unexpected progression. When I got into deeper research on my own union placements & actually thinking about the possibilities of meeting my FS, imagine my surprise when they all screamed online through some new/occult venture.

It just so happens the next few friends I meet were key to connect my braincells to that outcome! When I started reading my parents union placements, it just clicked even further. It's hard to explain the exact things I felt when I realized it. It's like ... It was meant to happen the way it happened. Everything just felt right.

It's supposed to happen this year, but I don't want to predict it through my Lunar Return Chart. Just because I don't want to feel like it's the "main event" or something I should be actively expecting.

What I'm trying to say is, just keep going. If it's something that you truly believe in & want to pursue professionally, go for it. I have to tell you because it's there; it's going to take a lot of genuine effort on your side. If you choose this track, in a sense it's going to take everything you have. Really putting yourself out there, you being you & sharing what truly speaks to you.

It will seem easier to just quit at times, but you have to believe in yourself. Think of you, your art and passion. As for your FS, just keep him at the back of your mind. If not, then everything will seem rather shallow. I'm sure you understand where I'm coming from. Put yourself first!

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Hope this helps!

#astrology observations #astrology notes #astrology blog #astro notes #astro observations #astrology content #astrology #astrology community #astrology ramblings #union persona chart #union asteroid #meeting spouse indicators in astrology #meeting future spouse astrology #meeting future spouse indicators astrology

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crack-whore-who-fuckedup-already · 3 months ago

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Be My Witness

Part 10 - Charlie and Vaggie

Word Count: 7.1k

Fem!Reader, intimate!platonic Reader x Angel, (brief) Reader x Stolas, (eventual) Reader x Alastor

Trigger Warnings- mentions of drugs, descriptions of needles, medical abuse, fake ass medical science lmaoo

Author Note- HERE WE GO GUYS

SONG: Snow & Ice By Sophia Anne Caruso

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“Get your things, we're leaving.”

The smile that graced her lips when she first saw him faded as Angel shoved a bag in her arms. When she didn't move, he opened the drawers and grabbed random pieces of clothing. Shirts, skirts, bras, socks, whatever he could grasp, he threw them into the bag, which she still held, too confused to set it down.

“Where are we going?”

“A hotel.”

“Okay…” Y/n tried to play along but something told her this wasn't a joke. She humored him anyway. “For how long?”

“'Til they kick us out.” His tone was serious as he closed the dresser and turned towards the door. “Keep packing. I'm gonna get my stuff, then we can get go.”

He made to leave but Y/n's brain finally kicked in.

“Wait, wait, Angel.” She held a hand up, catching his attention and stopping him in his place. “What's going on?”

“I'm getting us out of here.”

Doubtful resistance immediately stirred in her mind. How she so desperately wanted to believe him. But she had refused to indulge the idea of moving out again since they moved into the tower, too exhausted to deal with Val’s possible backlash.

She finally put the partially packed bag down. “Okay, I need you to explain a lot more thoroughly than you are right now. A hotel? How are we supposed to pay for-”

He took her hands, almost tugging her into his chest, but he only held her firmly there in front him. His eyes bore into hers and her ears subtly shifted back with caution, his intensity putting her on edge.

“I found somewhere else for us to live, Y/n. Rent free.” A small, optimistic smile crept onto his face. “Said we can check in today.”

It still wasn't sitting right with her.

“What's the catch?”

His smile faltered, fading more to a grimace, optimism turning to unseriousness. “It's basically a rehab…”

Y/n's shoulders fell with exasperation.

“Oh, great. You want to risk Val's fury and get sober? Sounds like a real fun time, Angel,” she deadpanned.

He shook his head. “Not that kind of rehab. Although, they did mention no drugs allowed...” Angel rolled his eyes dismissively, playfully challenging the notion. “We'll see about that.” He sighed. “They say it's a rehab for souls. To get into Heaven.”

Angel paused for a split second to contemplate how to continue his explanation. But Y/n cut in with a sharp laugh, taking him off guard. He leaned back, dropping her hands as her laughter escalated and filled the softly lit room.

Angel was losing patience. Despite how ridiculous the whole idea sounded, he was solely focused on the opportunity to move him and Y/n out of the tower again. He would figure out the details of the supposed ‘soul saving’ later. Besides, if he hadn't spoken to the owner and operator herself, he wouldn't have taken it seriously either.

“Charlotte Morningstar is running it. She's reopened Lucifer's old place in NorthPen. I talked to her myself.”

The princess’ name being dropped silenced the doe in an instant.

Everyone knows of the Morningstar's, of course. But she recalls the couple of times where she was honored enough to be in their presence. Charlotte was so young then, though hard to really tell how old with how nobility ages in this realm.

Before Y/n got too involved with the Goetian prince, at a few of the other royal balls and parties she attended as an escort, she found herself intimidatingly close to the family. Not intentionally. There were plenty of other royals and high status demons to get a check from, no need risking her head trying to pick up the Queen, or heaven forbid, the King. She did not need Lilith coming after her.

But there was one very specific instance, a faint memory of an interaction with the queen in which the doe was being thanked, coolly, but earnestly. For what, she doesn't remember, having just reached the point of intoxicated forgetfulness. But she would never forget the slight smile that graced Lilith's lips, before she turned slowly and walked away back to the party, leaving Y/n there stunned.

Valentino had pulled her away from escorting before she was ever booked to work one of the Morningstar's illustrious parties. Which was a shame, as she had heard stories of an intimate but extravagant theater room inside the hotel -which wasn't a hotel at the time, but the royal family's private residence. The idea of finally being able to see that theater in person was admittedly enticing, almost even convincing.

But she knew it couldn't be this easy. It was never this easy, not where Valentino was involved and feeling stinted, which he was sure to be.

Still, she nodded her head slowly in contemplation. Angel had a point. A cheap place to stay was gold in their eyes right now. A chance to get some peace of mind away from their boss while still having some cash to burn on the side, and it's all being funded, facilitated, and therefore protected by a high monarch of Hell? Y/n was starting to understand. She couldn't deny how stupidly hopeful it made her feel.

Valentino would find something to punish her over eventually, whether or not she moved out. Better to have a place away from him to deal with the aftermath when he inevitably did, she supposed.

It still sparked anxiety in her stomach though.

“Its just,” Her eyes slammed shut and her hands raised to rub at them intensely. “The extermination is so close�� And Val is going to have an absolute bitch-fit.”

Angel huffed out a small unamused laugh in acknowledgement. Then he lightly pulled her hands away from her face and finally pulled her into him, their arms wrapping firmly around each other. “All the more reason to move out before we're locked up with him again. And I was thinking we take it slow. Move things over little by little. Not kick up a fuss, y'know?” She didn't respond, only breathed deeply into his chest. Angel let her rest her head there contentedly for a moment before his upper hands took her face and brought her gently to look at him.

“I know we can do this, sugar. But I need you with me.”

Her eyes flicked between his, full of apprehension, her heart pounding steadily in her chest. Despite it, she nodded quickly and forced a smile onto her face, tense as it was. She was trusting him with everything she had.

Angel reciprocated with a more confident one, though still with the same uneasy edge as hers. He pulled her in once more, squeezing her affectionately before pressing a firm kiss between her ears. They fluttered happily against his cheeks.

With that, Y/n finished packing her bag and they left for the hotel.

As they turned onto the street, the hotel looming intimidatingly up the hill, Y/n noticed two demons lingering outside the property gates. They seemed to be disassembling a booth of some kind, though booth was a generous word. It was essentially a table and chairs on the side of the street.

One of the demons, a woman with gray skin and a long red bow in her silver hair, reached up for the banner hanging on the broken gate, struggling to pull it loose. ‘Free Lemonade!’ it read, handwritten rainbow letters scrawled messily, splashes of watercolor paint dotting the otherwise white paper.

“Lotsa free stuff, huh?” Y/n said uncertainly, not used to random acts of sincere kindness. Angel chuckled lightly.

The second demon, with thick blonde hair and dressed in all red, turned around to grab a stack of cups on the table when she caught the doe and the spider approaching down the sidewalk. Her eyes lit up, a big friendly smile striking her pale face.

Y/n's stomach sank with nerves, her steps faltering. Angel took her hand reassuringly; the only reason she didn't stop walking completely.

“Angel Dust!! You're back already!” She turned to her companion, who had managed to wrestle the banner down. She shook her shoulders vigorously, nearly making her drop the paper. “Vaggie, he's back already, holy shit!”

The newcomers came to a stop at the open gates and the princess’ eyes darted excitedly between the two before finally landing fixedly on Y/n. Recognition sparked on her features and she made a noise of hardly-contained excitement. “Hiii, I'm Charlie,” she greeted cheerily, lilting in a soft sing-song voice. “It's so great to finally officially meet you!”

Finally? Officially? The princess’ words rang in the doe's ears, not quite making sense to her. They swirled in her head, trying to settle down with a memory that didn't seem to exist.

Maybe she's a fan… of the earlier stuff, I hope… she settled, self-conscious of her reputation. Or maybe Angel told her about me when they first met…

Y/n remembered herself suddenly, shoving away her muddled thoughts with a sharp swivel of her ears. She stepped back into a generous curtsy. “I'm honored, your highness.”

“Oh, boy.” The princess rushed forward, her hand resting on the deer's shoulder to bring her out of her bow. “Thank you. Really. But that's not necessary here. Charlie is just fine,” she finished with a grateful smile.

Y/n straightened, clearing her throat uncomfortably while giving a pointed glare to Angel. He watched her, an amused arch in his brow, his head cocked with entertainment. Y/n hissed a vulgar curse at him and his smugness.

“Okay!” A glass of lemonade was shoved into Y/n's hand. Charlie beamed as she gathered the last of the cups into a bag and scooped up the still full pitcher of lemonade, speaking all the while. “Angel said he might be bringing a friend. But he didn't mention that it was the Y/n!” She turned to her companion, who Y/n finally noticed had a big red X of a patch covering her eye. “See, Vaggie? We just opened and we already got two big movie stars wanting to sign up! This is gonna be so great.” She turned, making for the hotel before stopping suddenly. “Oh!” She spun back around, lemonade sloshing out of the pitcher. She used it to gesture pointedly between Y/n and Vaggie. “Y/n, this is Vaggie. My partner.”

The shorter woman stepped forward dutifully, banner tucked neatly under her arm now. “And co-manager of the hotel,” she added proudly, nodding curtly before turning to fold the table.

Y/n watched her struggle with it for an uncomfortable second. When the banner almost slipped from her arm again, Y/n finally sprung to action. “Here, let me-”

The doe moved without much thought, shoving her drink into Angel's hands before rushing forward and lifting the table to a better vantage point for Vaggie. She missed the way Charlie watched with glee, enthused by her initiative. In seconds, the table was folded and ready to be hauled up the hill, with Vaggie holding one end, Y/n taking the other.

They looked back at their taller counterparts. Y/n jerked her head at Angel, signaling him to grab the last chair, which he did with only a small hint of annoyance.

With everything successfully gathered, they hiked it up the hill to the front doors.

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest. Whether it was from the anticipation of finally going inside their new residence, or from booking it up that dreadful hill with full arms, she couldn't tell. But as she stood under the old circus tent that served as an entrance for the building, she couldn't help the smile that crept onto her lips. The stained glass doors depicting plump red apples already filling her with familiarity.

Charlie held the door open for the group and they filed in awkwardly, their hands full of table, chairs, and bags. Vaggie set the poster down before turning to the doe and signaling for her to put the table down against the wall. There was a loud crash as she did, and they all turned to find Angel brushing his hands together in dismissive disgust, a cloud of dust billowing up from where the chair was discarded on the floor. Charlie cringed, smiling to hide her displeasure. Angel looked at her and shrugged, making Y/n roll her eyes at him. Vaggie muttered under her breath.

Two small demons with wings and horns, and an overall goatish appearance came hurtling down the long foyer towards them. Charlie exclaimed. “Right! You guys, this is Razzle,” The lighter one with reptilian eyes shook out his wings noisily. “And Dazzle.” The one with darker fur tugged proudly at his little coat. They swirled around the princess then pressed against her in greeting before taking the pitcher and cups from her. Making their way back down the hallway, they smiled at everyone they passed.

The doe waved at them shyly, trying to be nice. It seemed to catch Dazzle's attention. The little goat paused, looking at Y/n with wide eyes. His hand shot out, frantically slapping against his buddy's arm. Razzle followed suit in staring wide eyed at Y/n, who shifted uncomfortably at the sudden attention.

Dazzle looked back at Charlie, waving his hand at her before pointing excitedly at Y/n.

The princess looked at the doe and laughed with slight embarrassment. “They're uh… they're fans.” The words sank in and Charlie rushed to elaborate. “Of your old movies, not the… not the pornography.” Then, after an awkward pause. ”Although I'm sure your pornos are very-”

“Oh-kay, Charlie. Grand tour?”

“Right.”

The new guests were told to leave their bags in the lobby, as they would be taken to their respective rooms for them to unpack after the tour. Then they set off deeper into the building.

Despite her status and money, it seemed Charlie was struggling to revamp the inside of the building. With half working lights and deteriorating support beams, the infrastructure was a mess. But Y/n kept her snide comments on lock, careful not to insult her new home or landlord.

Most, if not all, of the recreational rooms were not in working order. The pool, the game room, the carousel; all closed for the time being. Even so, there were several lounges, balconies, and art pieces scattered throughout the hotel floors that made the tour enjoyable despite its rundown state. Y/n couldn't help but be most intrigued by all the portraits and painting. So many of them were of the royal family, and it was strange seeing such powerful beings be so domestic. She was grateful they still dotted the hallway walls as they distracted from the dark and dank gloom of the hotel.

As the group left one of the parlors, Angel nearly ran into a one-eyed cat who Charlie was quick to introduce as Keekee. The feline flicked her tail at Angel indignantly before bounding off down the hall in front of them.

Charlie also mentioned there were still several rooms under maintenance that she didn't think were worth taking the time to see just yet, but that they were welcome to peek around some other time as long as they were being mindful and cautious of their surroundings.

Finally it came time for the newcomers to be shown their rooms to settle down a bit for the evening. With an excited trill from Charlie, they all made their way to the residential floors.

Angel inspected his room as Y/n settled into hers right across the hall. The rooms were sizable, and had standard furnishings for a hotel. A bed, a dresser, and another door which Y/n assumed leads to the bathroom.

She sat on the edge of the bed, taking in the faded red of the walls, the faint stains that still dotted the floors and even the ceilings. She inhaled the scent of musty old carpets and dusty bed sheets and sighed as she began unpacking her bag.

With a clear head in a new place, her mind wandered to the things she wished she remembered to pack. Certain sweaters, a blanket or two of her own, maybe a book or something to entertain herself with.

Senseless anxiety gripped her suddenly.

Images of the emerald green and gold brocade book Stolas had given her flooded her mind, along with the idea of Val storming her room and ripping it to shreds. She had tucked it away as she always did, she could have sworn, but she still couldn't shake the feeling like something was amiss.

She dropped whatever it was she had in her hands, a piece of clothing that landed softly on the mattress and was quickly forgotten as she rushed out of her room.

Angel's door was propped open and she peeked in, body half obscured by the door frame. She called his name and he turned to her, already in his evening clothes and folding a pair of pants. His motions were slow and his eyes were hooded, signs of a tired Angel. Still, he smiled when he saw her.

He gestured lazily around him. “This is pretty great, huh?”

Y/n nodded and stepped fully into the doorway. “I havta run back to the tower really quick,” she said tentatively, her fingers tapping anxiously at the wood of the doorframe. “I forgot something important.”

The spider's eyes focused with newfound alertness. “What? You sure you can't wait 'til later? Tomorrow mayb-”

“No.” She cleared her throat, softening her tone. “No, I shouldn't leave it-... I have to get it now.”

Angel stared before sighing deeply. “Alright,” he tossed the pair of pants onto his bed. A hand came up and lightly pinched the bridge of his nose. “Lemme change, then we can go.”

“No, no. I wasn't-” she corrected, slowly coming to stand before him. She hadn't meant that he needed to come with her. “Don't worry about it. I was gonna go alone.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and he reciprocated, holding her to him tightly. They looked at each other, Y/n's chin resting lightly on his chest.

Angel's brows furrowed with concern. “Are you sure? It would only take me a minute to get dressed, y'know?”

Y/n shook her head, her eyes deceptively assuring. “I'm sure. You should settle down… maybe find us a place to smoke for when I get back?”

Angel let out a relieved huff of air as his upper hands cradled her head. He brought his forehead down to hers, a devilish grin tugging at his lips. “You know me so well.” Y/n giggled, small and sweet as Angel pulled away, sufficiently reassured. “Want me to walk you down?”

“No, thanks. I'll be alright.” She started towards the exit. “I should be back within the hour,” she finished with a playfully challenging smirk. “Time me.”

And with that, she bounded down the hall, down the grand staircase and out of the hotel, hoping Charlie wouldn't be upset at her brief but sudden disappearance.

She made it to the tower with daylight still in the sky. The street outside was bustling with demons, the evening being when Entertainment District really comes alive. She's lucky she didn't have work tonight or she might be among them, milling about with a much more revealing outfit on.

She slipped through the first floor, weaving around and through demons until she found the elevators. When the doors closed and the bumbling of the lobby fell away as the elevator lifted, Y/n took a steadying breath. She ran through the checklist of things she intended to grab -sweater, blanket, book-, being sure she was as quick and efficient as possible. She wanted to get back to Angel and smoke their stash away one last official time before they start the next chapter of their potentially sober lives.

As Y/n came down the hallway she noticed her bedroom door ajar, setting off alarms in her head. And sure enough when she pushed through into the room, there stood Val, his back to her in the dark room. He half turned when he heard the shift behind him, greeting her with a bored lift of his brow, his profile illuminated by the neon lights outside.

“Where have you been?”

She noted he held something in his lower hands, its pale pages stuck between his stiff fingers. Y/n eyes flicked to the drawer of her desk where she kept the prince's book -right in front of Val. Finding it wide open, she exhaled sharply as nervous apprehension gripped her chest.

He looked at her fully, awaiting an answer to his question.

Her mind flitted between all the excuses she could try, but ultimately she settled for a half truth. “At a friend's.” Val hummed, flipping the page with unnecessary force. The dreaded sound of paper tearing made her jerk forward before she remembered herself, stopping before she took another step. “Do you mind?” Valentino let go of the torn page while grunting unamusedly. Whether or not it was at the page ripping or at Y/n’s reaction to it, she couldn't tell. “I'm not scheduled for anything today, what's going on?”

“Someone hasn't been checking their messages,” he taunted lightly before snapping the book shut and tossing it unceremoniously onto the desk, not even bothering to close the drawer before he moved on. Y/n walked forward then, setting the book back in the drawer before finally closing it with a sigh. She skirted past Val to tidy her bed as he spoke, using it to subtly gather the things she had come for. “A last minute meeting came up on the day your appointment was supposed to be so I rescheduled you for today.” His hands grasped her hips, tugging them firmly to his. “Right now.”

Y/n gripped the blanket in her hand, holding tight as Val swept her towards the door without another word on the matter. And good thing she did too, as the appointment she thought she had time to prepare for was the last before this year's execution. The most taxing day of the year, as there was always an uptake in demand.

Souls really want to splurge on high-end drugs when they survive a mass extermination, and Valentino's pill was one of the highest on the market. With so many customers and only one source, Val was sure to drain her for all her worth. Hence the need for her blanket. Aside from the dizziness and debilitating weakness, being cold was one of the worst side effects of having her blood stolen away. And in that massive room, all alone for hours? She needed the warmth, and the comfort.

Alone is an over exaggeration, she supposed. There was the physician who, aside from hooking her up to the bags and IVs, was also monitoring her blood pressure. Particularly when she passed out. Not so that they knew when to stop taking blood, oh no. But so that they know when to start again. They found that when they drained her completely, it took longer for her body to regenerate than if they left her with a couple pints in her system. So they'd throw a blood pressure monitor on her arm and watch the numbers until she was back at a place they could take from again. Then at the end, when they were approaching the cap on however much they were projected to need, they'd drain her completely and call it a day.

There was also Valentino, too. Though, he often liked to wander in and out of the clinic on long days like these, checking in every once in a while to be sure things were going smoothly with the doe. Not for her sake, of course.

Today would be no different.

Y/n was fortunate to have a blanket for today's session. It was rare she was ever prepared with one and it was happenstance she was able to grab something before Val whisked her away for her appointment. The soft fabric was soothing between her fingers as they entered the clinic, the doctor already prepped and waiting. She thumbed the material as she was sat down in the chair, Valentino's hand catching her chin for a kiss before he stepped away. She crumpled a fistful of the blanket as the needle found its way into her arm, slowly beginning to siphon away her life force.

Nearly three bags slipped by before she remembered to text Angel. The thought struck her the same time as a chill did. Trembling fingers reaching for her phone, she shot him a simple message before she tucked it away again and adjusted the blanket over herself, pulling it tight around her arms. Then she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

She herself made a discovery, that if she goes to sleep before they take too much, she can bypass the onset confusion, brain fog, and wooziness. She still woke up feeling like she downed a whole bar then woke up in a back alley ditch -but at least she didn't feel it coming on.

When Angel got Y/n's text he was already halfway to the tower in search of her. Being in a new place without their bosses knowledge put him on edge as is, and the message she sent didn't do much to soothe him, only stating that, despite their earlier conversation, she wouldn't be making it back to the hotel. Angel wasn't sure whether she meant that night or at all, period. But he wasn't going to sit around and find out.

He got to the tower, evading demons as he made his way to the elevators. He checked her room, finding the pile of things she had gathered on her bed, no book in sight. Then he checked the studios, making sure she wasn't roped into a last minute shoot. And when he didn't recognize any of the actors as Y/n, he finally checked the clinic.

He opened the door, pushing through fully into the room with zero resistance or restraint and took in the sight before him. His friend, asleep and trembling in the partially reclined chair, her arm extended out before her, attached to a full bag of blood.

Angel began towards her, but in his frantic state of assessing his friend, he missed Valentino sitting off to the side, keeping guard like a hound.

The moth stood quickly, discarding the wad of cash he'd been counting on the sofa next to him, and firmly cut Angel off from reaching Y/n.

“What are you doing here, Angel.” It came out stern, not like an actual question at all but more of a subtle, silent warning that he wasn't supposed to be there.

“I'm here for Y/n.” Angel tried to push past Val but got a rough hand to the shoulder, holding him back. “We had plans this evening,” he bit.

“Going to see a friend. I heard.” Angel pulled out of his grasp sharply, trying not to let his face show how stunned he was by his boss’s casual knowledge. Val gave a light flourish of his hand, signaling Angel towards the exit. “She'll have to postpone.” They stared at each other, Val with a smooth cocky grin on his face, and Angel with his brows furrowed indignantly.

The spiders lip twitched with an argument ready to strike but movement from the chair drew his attention away from his boss. Then her voice came, calling Angel's name soft and unsure.

He went to Y/n immediately -shooting Valentino a glare as he passed him- and took her free hand, as well as her face, gently bringing her to look at him.

Her eyes shot open at his touch, body jolting as if being woken from a bad dream, her expression twisting with fearful unfamiliarity before she registered his face.

“It's alright, sugar. It's me,” he soothed as her hand weakly grabbed his wrist. But instead of pulling away like he thought she was doing, she held his hand to her cheek, nuzzling softly into it.

“What are you doing here?” She asked quietly, confusion pulling her brows together.

“You took way longer than an hour, I started to worry. I was already on my way when you texted me.” His thumb tenderly brushed her cold cheek. “Are you okay? What is all this?”

“You know how I get when extermination time comes around,” she brushed off his question.

“Yeah but…” Angel gestured incredulously towards the IV stand and the nearly full bag that hung there.

Y/n stared for a moment, trying to decide what to say. “Just… some blood work, that's all,” she came up with pathetically.

A quick glance at the doctor preparing another bag off in the corner told Angel otherwise. “Two whole bags for blood work?” She only shrugged, looking away uncomfortably. “Sweetheart? What's goin’ on?” He asked tentatively.

“Nothing. I-”

“It's time for you to go.” Val's voice made Angel jump. “You can see her in the morning.”

The doctor stepped up from the corner of the room, taking Y/n's arm and indelicately removing the IV from her arm, the doe hissing as the tape pulled off of her skin. The doctor grinned when her ears flattened, cringing at the sting of the needle pulling free of her flesh. Then he checked that the other needle was secure, pressing it with unnecessary force into her arm.

“What the fuck? I think the fuck not, she needs help getting back-”

“Wait, Angel,” Y/n cut him off. She pulled his hand away from her face, attempting to sit up, then looked for her boss across the room. “Can he stay? Please, Valentino?”

Val's brow shot up in mild surprise. Not at her boldness but at the question itself. After all the times he warned her about their secret getting out…

Maybe he was in a permissive mood, mind preoccupied with the millions of tasks he had to complete before execution day. Or maybe he was seeing an opportunity here for power play down the line. But either way, he wasn't entirely opposed to the thought.

“If you insist, mami.” He waved them off before returning to the couch to collect the cash he left there and noisily leaving the room with it.

Y/n tugged on Angel's arm weakly. “Will you stay? Just for a little bit?” Her voice warbled as if containing a sob, but no tears came to her eyes. “I don't want to be here alone.”

Angel rubbed her bicep reassuringly. “I ain't booked tomorrow, sugar. I'm all yours until you're outta here.”

The doe mustered her dwindling strength and scooted over on the recliner. When she settled, she tugged at Angel's arm again, pulling him in to rest on the chair with her. It was an awkward fit, with Angel on his side cradling Y/n carefully. Half so as to not mess with the tube and needle protruding from her arm, but also half so he didn't fall off the seat.

They talked for a bit, and watched videos on Angel's phone for a while, the spider glaring daggers every time the doctor came round with a fresh new bag. Then came the point where chills permeated her body incessantly. Having the blanket as well as Angel's warmth had really done a number on staving it off, but the time was coming now where her limbs felt like lead and her head felt floaty, like a feather caught on the breeze.

She couldn't see much anymore, her vision a blurry mess of black splotches. She fought unconsciousness, calling Angel's name through the increasing mental fog.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Would you mind, getting me another blanket?” She stuttered through the shivers.

“Of course, sugar,” he obliged, pressing a firm kiss to the side of her head before untangling himself from her and heading for the door.

As much as she wanted him there, she didn't want him to see her fade away like that.

With Angel casting her one last look as he left the room, Y/n let her consciousness slip away from her for the first time that evening.

When Angel returned, he had a huge fluffy blanket in his bottom arms and a thick jacket in the other, which he held up as he walked in. “I brought you my best sweater,” he said proudly. “You'll be swimming in it, and there are four extra arm holes but, hey, she's a thickums.”

Y/n’s lack of response would have clued him in that something was amiss, if he had noted it beyond the sight of Val hovering over the doe, slowly lifting the blanket away from her still form. Angel sprang forward, tossing the downy blanket over her already partially covered form.

Val pulled away with an annoyed sigh as Angel tucked himself right back into Y/n's side. “Sorry I took so long, sugar. Fuckin’ Vox held me up.”

Now her silence caught his attention. He looked at her, or at least tried to, as her head had fallen limply away from him when he was settling down. He nudged her carefully, saying her name softly as he did. When she didn't respond, he shook her, panic sinking in.

Valentino grabbed his shoulder roughly, forcing him to stop. “Knock it off.”

Angel scrambled to his feet, coming face to face with Val. His eyes flared hot fiery pink, voice dripping with venom. “What the hell are you doing to her?”

The moth only leaned in threateningly. “If you cause problems, I'll remove you.”

Angel seethed, feeling himself shake with rage as he held himself back. He only tore his eyes away from Val when the doctor approached Y/n, hooking her up to a small machine on a rolling cart before switching out for another bag.

The machine made an awful whirring sound when he switched it on, the noise filling the room and grating on Angel's ears. “What is that thing?”

“Blood pressure monitor,” Val stated dully, going round to talk to his hired physician.

Angel tucked the blankets under Y/n's legs meticulously, coming to sit by her side when he finished, the jacket forgotten on the floor. He sighed before laying down beside her again.

The machine clicked off sharply.

“...pay big money to see her-”

The beaverish physician snapped his mouth shut as his words rang out in the room, replacing the thrum of the monitor.

Angel went still, his mind filling in the rest of the sentence. He didn't like what it came up with.

He looked slowly at the two other demons, his eyes peeking over Y/n's ears. The doctor was looking back at him, eyes wide and apprehensive, telling him he definitely was not supposed to have heard. Val was looking at the doctor, his face full of disdain. Still, he took the stouter demon by the shoulder and turned him away from the chair, continuing their conversation. Their words turned to whispers from the corner of the room.

Angel looked away, pulling Y/n closely to him instead and placing his head in the crook of her neck, almost defensively. He turned his attention to the sound of her heart in her chest. It took him a second to find her heartbeat over his own, it was so faint. He could practically hear it sputtering to continue, pounding as hard as it could to keep what little blood was left circulating.

Eventually the doctor came over and began the machine again, starting a new routine of checking the monitor every time a bag finished out. Angel felt his grip on his friend tighten each time the doctor approached with a new, empty bag in his hands.

Angel listened tirelessly, keeping track of her heartbeat. How it sped up while it simultaneously got quieter and quieter. And the quieter her heart got, the more shallow her breath got. Until Angel couldn't hear either at all. Until her heart and lungs were no longer operating and she was clinically dead.

He nestled desperately into the chilled skin of her neck, tears spilling quietly down his cheeks. He could already see the bluish hue of her blood deprived fingers, the sight settling frightfully in his chest. He refused to look at her face, afraid to see her so withered by her condition.

Angel held her there through the night, the doctor flitting around them, Val coming and going here and there. Her heart did the same, starting and stopping every few minutes.

There was an hour or two where they didn't take any blood, though they didn't remove the equipment from her either. The doctor waited for Val to return before starting the machine again, taking note of the numbers that came up and wandering back to his seat in the corner of the room.

Another couple of minutes passed and Y/n's lungs kicked back up. It started with a twitch, then a jerk as they forcibly expanded, sore with lack of use.

Angel kneaded her free arm, rubbing his warm hands over her skin, hoping to bring circulation, heat, something back to her muscles. After all the times she had come home cramping, weak and sore, he knew just what her sure-to-be aching body needed.

Y/n took several deep breaths, her fingers twitching with newfound oxygen. Then her head lulled on top of his, just before a sob tore its way out of her throat.

Angel's head shot up frantically, finally looking at her sunken face. Her illusions had faded long ago but he only just now brought himself to note the details there, unconcealed by magic. The scars of particularly nasty cuts and scrapes jutting out among her natural deer markings, her hollowed cheeks and pallid skin making them easier to see. She was sweating. Not much, but enough for a sheen of moisture to cover her face, small strands of wild hair sticking to her forehead. Her eyes were clamped shut, her brows twisted painfully so. Her chest heaved with cries that echoed out in the cavernous room.

In his panic, Angel's eyes scanned the room, finding Val spectating from afar, puffing away at a cigarette. His arms and legs were crossed in a relaxed state, watching the doe with unabashed amusement. The spider wondered how often this happened; her waking up alone and terrified in this chair, Valentino staring from across the room.

Something told him the moth loomed much closer when it was just them two alone.

Angel turned away and did the only thing he could think of in that moment; pull her fully into him. His lower arms hooked under her shoulders and lifted her into his lap, his upper two hands cradling her head and resting it on his shoulder. There was a tugging on all the medical equipment she was attached to, but Angel was careful not to pull anything out of place, returning the glares he was getting from the other two demons in the room. Val’s face was less than pleased now, but he didn't move to stop Angel.

With her head pressed into Angel's neck, Y/n's cries were subsiding, though her frantic breathing was not. She couldn't seem to gain control of her lungs, sharp puffs of air leaving her parted lips with immense effort, until it stopped all together again. Her chest seized, the exhaustion making her give up her battle with her breath.

“C'mon, sugar.” Angel bounced her lightly. “You gotta keep breathin’. Take a deep breath with me, here,” he ushered her, inhaling deeply while rubbing her back to try and bring her mind to her chest.

It helped some, Y/n sputtering to fill her lungs effectively. It took her a minute to get a full breath in, and when she did, it left her again with a whimper. But she was waking up more now, her body's organs turning back on like a worn out machine.

Angel could only imagine the amount of pain she was in. The thought of being slowly killed and then revived only to be killed again, over and over and over… and all for what? He still wasn't even entirely sure.

He rocked her soothingly, whispering calming words in her ear. She tried to speak but he only told her to save her strength. To not worry, as he was there for her and wasn't going anywhere.

And he didn't. He held her there when they started up with taking bags again, when she eventually passed out again, and finally, when they unhooked her from all the damned equipment.

The doctor passed the final bag off to Valentino and Angel watched as he placed it in a cooler before reaching into the fridge and piling the rest of the bags on top. With all four arms, he grabbed fistfuls of bags, three, four a hand. Angel couldn't keep count even if he tried. And he tried.

Valentino shoved the bags in place, smashing them down so they all fit. Then he snapped the lid shut with a click before handing the full cooler back to the doctor, who then shuffled out of the room with a final glance over his glasses at Angel.

Val turned, leaning heavily on the counter behind him. “Enjoy the show?”

With no one else in the room to hear his challenge, Angel finally snapped. “Such a pussy you won't even say what you're doing to her?”

“Watch yourself, Angel Dust.” Val pushed himself off the counter, coming to stand just a few paces from the spider. “Believe it or not, it's for her own good that no one knows.”

“Fuckin’ bullshit.”

“You don't believe me, just ask her yourself.” With that, Valentino swept out of the room, finished with Y/n for the night.

Angel found her phone and checked the time, his own having died long ago. It was the early hours of the morning, just before day break. They had been at it pretty much all night.

Frustration arose in him. He had come back to the tower that night looking for answers from Y/n and to hopefully bring her back to the hotel safe and sound. But it seems he would only be leaving with more questions and an unconscious doe.

He would figure out the truth, one way or another, he resolved. But for now, he'd wait for morning light to shine before taking Y/n and making the journey back to the hotel, hoping their new hostesses wouldn't kick up a fuss about their sudden absence. And when Y/n wakes, he would let her get her bearings before beginning his interrogation.

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