#by 'making' i mean i brought the idea up as a joke this afternoon and then we got really really into it and wrote a bunch of concepts up

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I'm going to force you to play the joke FNAF dating sim my friend and I are making

[sweet-halsey]

off limits

Chapter 4 – Warm welcome

three | four | five

lando norris x reader

summary: lando wants her, badly. she has a boyfriend, but that’s not going to stop him. he won’t quit until she’s his.

The real invitation came from @lando.jpg, sliding into my DMs one afternoon.

@lando.jpg: tell your boy to check his phone. got a video idea.

I didn’t ask questions. Lando always had video ideas. Some dumb, some chaotic, some dangerously close to being brand-destroying.

@lando.jpg: you should both come to monaco for it. real content. quadrant will love it.

When I didn’t reply immediately, another one followed:

@lando.jpg: besides, you’ve never been. kind of offensive, really.

He wasn’t wrong. I hadn’t. Despite being invited before once, maybe twice the timing never lined up. Either Morgan couldn’t go, or I had a deadline, or it just felt unnecessary. But this time? He was pushing harder.

@lando.jpg: i’ll make it worth it.

That was when I started to hesitate.

Because the flirting hadn’t stopped. If anything, it had gotten bolder since the last stream. He kept it casual in-jokes, reactions to stories, sending memes he definitely wouldn’t send if Morgan were looking over his shoulder. But it wasn’t out of control.

Not yet.

So I said nothing. Just screenshotted it and held it in my back pocket.

Later that night, Morgan walked in holding his phone, a grin already forming.

“You wanna go to Monaco?” he asked.

I shrugged. “For what?”

“Lando wants to film something stupid. Like, ‘I Ate and Trained Like Lando Norris for 24 Hours.’ He says Quadrant’s backing it.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You said yes?”

He nodded. “Could be good content.”

Of course he said yes.

The flight was easy.

Private, quiet, smoother than I expected. Lando didn’t come pick us up, he sent someone, obviously, but he FaceTimed Morgan halfway through the ride from the airport.

“Where are you?” Morgan asked.

“Penthouse,” Lando replied, shirtless, tan, clearly sweating. “Just got out of the gym. You here yet?”

“Almost. You sure you don’t want us at a hotel?”

Lando looked personally offended. “You’re not getting a hotel. I cleaned my damn guest rooms for you.”

“And by cleaned you mean paid someone?”

Lando grinned. “I vacuumed one corner. That counts.”

He glanced toward the screen just for a second and caught sight of me beside Morgan in the car.

Then, without missing a beat: “Hope you brought shorts. It’s hot.”

My cheeks warmed. I said nothing. Morgan didn’t notice.

The penthouse was stunning.

Floor-to-ceiling glass, views that didn’t look real, a kitchen so clean it looked decorative. There were two guest rooms, one clearly smaller, with twin beds and a desk, the other bigger, with a proper bed and a soft gold glow to it.

“We’ll take this one,” Morgan said, tossing his backpack onto the bigger bed.

I wandered to the window, soaking in the sunset. Monaco didn’t feel real. Everything smelled expensive. Warm. Like sun and sea and something slightly forbidden.

Lando appeared in the doorway a minute later. Still in gym shorts.

“I forgot how short you are,” he said.

I turned, arching an eyebrow.

“Not in a bad way,” he added quickly. “Just pictures don’t do the scale justice.”

“Mmhm.”

Morgan walked past, said something about taking a shower.

Lando grinned. “Cute outfit.”

“It’s a hoodie and leggings.”

“Still cute.”

I crossed my arms. “You’re being obvious.”

“I’m being nice.”

“You’re being annoying.”

He stepped into the room slowly, not quite close, but enough to make me aware of his height, his heat.

“You nervous?” he asked, low.

I blinked. “About what?”

“Staying here.”

“No.”

“You should be.”

I didn’t move. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because I notice everything.”

Dinner was casual pasta and wine and stupid stories about travel and streaming and who’d rage-quit in the last session. Lando cooked, shockingly. He moved with that same casual control he had on camera, lazy but intentional.

Morgan was laughing at something when Lando placed a plate in front of me.

“No tomatoes, right?”

I looked up. “How did you know that?”

“You picked them out of your sandwich in that vlog.”

“That vlog was months ago.”

He smiled, not even trying to downplay it. “I told you. I notice things.”

Morgan didn’t flinch. “He’s weirdly good at that.”

“Better than you,” Lando muttered, pouring the wine.

I caught that.

So did Morgan, but he laughed. “Jealous much?”

“Of your attention span? Never.”

“Of my girlfriend?” Morgan teased.

Lando didn’t answer. Just leaned on the counter and watched me take a sip.

Later, we sat on the balcony. Lando had music on something mellow, vibey. Monaco glittered below us.

Morgan had passed out on the couch inside, jet-lag hitting him harder than he thought. I sat across from Lando, feet curled under me, glass of wine still in hand.

“You really didn’t want us at a hotel?” I asked.

He tilted his head. “No. Why would I?”

“Privacy?”

“Don’t need it.”

“Don’t want it, you mean.”

He grinned. “I want you here.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I know.”

I looked out at the ocean. The wind was soft. Warm. Familiar in a way that made my chest ache.

He watched me quietly. Then:

“You look like someone who’s tired of being patient.”

I didn’t respond.

I stood up to get water. Lando followed me into the kitchen.

“You alright?” he asked, low.

I nodded. “Fine.”

“Liar.”

I glanced over.

He was closer than before. Not touching. Just… watching.

“You like Monaco?”

“It’s pretty.”

He smiled. “You look better here.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I’m serious.”

“You’re always serious when you’re teasing.”

“This isn’t teasing.”

“Then what is it?”

He didn’t answer at first. Just opened the fridge, handed me a bottle of water.

Then, leaning in slightly: “It’s noticing.”

Morgan was in bed by the time we were done cleaning up. I brushed my teeth and was just about to climb under the covers when my phone buzzed.

@lando.jpg: i don’t cook for everyone. so feel special.

@its/you: Really? no need to make a big deal out of it though.

@lando.jpg: you really underestimate how special you are.

@its/you: God you’re annoying.

@lando.jpg: and you’re magnetic.

I stared at that last message.

I didn’t answer. But I didn’t delete it either.

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Chapter five 🤍

Taglist: @biblioteca-da-meia-noite, @spidybaby, @margo-justine, @jaydensluv, @swiftlyboring, @lorena-mv33, @jsprien213, @sagestack, @annie115, @blooming-glooom, @saudianna and @jule239

Also english is not my first language and I don't want it to be. Any mistakes are made out of pure hatred and disrespect for this language. The English have taken enough from this world, I will not let them have my tongue as well.

Thank you.

[kaliuchisangel]

Hey twinicillin I have a request 🤕 could you write a kind of angsty fic where Malachi and reader were hanging out but he just gamed the whole time, he wasn’t mean about it, and he would talk to you. But you guys just didn’t hang out like you planned, so you got bored and left to do something by yourself.

You can give it a happy ending id you’d like! Mwah!

(Don’t feel obligated to write this)

Not Mad, Just Disappointed

Pairing: Malachi Barton x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Angst, hurt

A/N: Hey, twinnn. Ofc, I will write it. I hope you like this. Enjoy!

You always imagined the afternoon going a little differently.

You'd both cleared your schedules—no practice, no auditions, no errands. It was supposed to be one of those rare, quiet days where you finally got uninterrupted time together. You brought snacks. You even wore his hoodie because he always grinned like an idiot when you did.

But instead of a cozy, slow afternoon with his arm around you and music playing softly, you're curled up in the corner of his bed… while he’s two feet away, glued to his screen. Again.

“Babe—watch this headshot.”His voice cuts through the silence like it's something sacred. You look up, eyes tracing the way his fingers fly over the controller, his jaw set in focus.

You nod with a small smile, even though you have no idea what’s going on.

“Nice,” you say, because what else is there?

Malachi grins—barely glances over his shoulder at you. “Told you I’ve been getting better.”

Then he’s back in the match, and you’re back in your silence.

It’s not that he’s ignoring you on purpose. He still talks between matches. He asks if you want water, he shares his chips, he even rubs your foot under the blanket without looking.

But it’s not the same as being together.

You shift on the bed, pulling your knees up. For a while you just scroll. You even try to watch one of his matches with interest, asking who the guy in red is or why he keeps switching weapons. He answers, of course, but his replies are short—absent-minded.

And eventually, you stop asking.

—An hour passes. Maybe two.

You check the clock. The sky is starting to bleed into gold through his bedroom window. It would’ve been the perfect time for a walk. Or to lay out on the roof with speakers and a half-melted Slurpee like you always say you will and never do.

You glance at Malachi again. The blue glow of the screen paints him like a ghost. He’s laughing now, teasing someone through his headset.

You smile softly to yourself. Not mad.

Just…

Noticed.

You sit up quietly, brushing crumbs off your lap. Slipping your phone into your hoodie pocket.

Malachi doesn't even look up.

You hesitate in the doorway, eyes flicking back to him. For a second, you think about saying something—“Hey, I’m heading out.”* Or even just,“I’ll see you later.”

But your throat tightens around the words.

So instead, you just leave.

—

The sky outside is warmer than you expected. August soft, with a breeze. You let your feet carry you nowhere in particular—past the little bakery you both like, down the path that leads to the reservoir. The sun’s low, catching in the ripples like scattered gold coins.

You sit for a while. Watch ducks swim past. Answer a couple texts.

And then you just… breathe.

It’s not that you’re hurt. He didn’t do anything wrong. You know he loves you—he’s just distracted. Caught in his own world.

Still, it stings. To be next to someone and still feel kind of invisible.

You pick up a pebble and toss it lazily into the water.

Maybe you’re overthinking it. Maybe he didn’t realize how quiet you’d gone. Maybe he thought you liked being there, just near him. And honestly, part of you did.

But part of you also missed the way his hand would find yours under the blanket. The way he’d make dumb jokes just to see you roll your eyes. The way he used to look at you like you were the best thing in the room—not the game.

You lie back in the grass, hoodie bunching beneath your head.

You’re not mad.

Just…

disappointed.

And somehow that’s worse.

—

Your phone buzzes sometime later.

Malachi (My man):

where’d you go?

you ok?

You stare at the screen, thumb hovering.

Then you type.

You:

i’m fine. just went for a walk.

A pause. Then—

Malachi (My man):

you left without saying anything?

You chew your lip.

You:

yeah. didn’t wanna bother you.

No reply.

A full minute passes.

Then—

Malachi (My man):

you weren’t bothering me.

Another beat.

Malachi (My man): i was just… i dunno. caught up.

but i wanted to hang out with you today.

You exhale slowly, heart tugging a little.

You:

me too.

but it didn’t really feel like we were hanging out.

The typing bubble appears. Disappears.

Comes back.

Then finally:

Malachi (My man):

i’m sorry.

i thought you were okay just chillin there with me.

i should’ve paid more attention.

You sit up, brushing grass from your sleeves.

You:

it’s okay.

i wasn’t mad.

i just felt kinda… forgotten.

This time, he calls.

You almost don’t answer.

But then you do.

“Hey,” he says softly, voice smaller than usual. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“I swear I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I thought… I don’t know. That it was enough just being near you.”

You’re quiet for a second, then say, “It usually is.”

He sighs. “You’re right. I got stuck in my own head. I should’ve been more present.”

You trace your thumb over the edge of the phone. “I just missed you. And I was right there.”

“I know,” he says. “Do you wanna come back?”

You glance at the sky. “Only if we actually hang out.”

“No game. I promise,” he says immediately. Then adds, “Unless you wanna kick my ass at Mario Kart later. But only if you feel like it.”

You smile faintly. “Maybe.”

“Okay. I’ll make popcorn.”You hum. “Extra butter.”

“Obviously.”

You let the silence stretch for a moment, softer now. Then you say, “Mal?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not mad at you.”

“I know,” he says quietly. “But I kinda wish you were. That’d be easier than knowing I let you down.”

Your chest tightens, but in a good way. In the way that says maybe next time, he’ll notice before you leave.

“I’ll be there soon.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

-

And when you walk through his front door again—this time, he meets you halfway. No controller in hand.

Just his arms. Open.

Like they should’ve been all along.

[lightsoutsunshine]

𝑾𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑻𝒖𝒓𝒏

Sebastian/Farmer | Established Sam/Farmer | Hints of Sam/Sebastian

word count: 3k

summary: Sam’s got a kink, a wonderful girlfriend, and a best friend who are willing to help him realize his fantasy of being cucked. repost from my old blog

WARNINGS: MDNI, afab!farmer, consensual cuckolding, filming, dom/sub dynamics, use of “daddy”, “slut”, “whore” and “cuck”, m!receiving oral, squirting, creampie, f!receiving oral, cumeating, exhibitionism, degradation/humiliation, denial, choking/gagging, sam/seb content, three bisexuals enjoying sex in a living room, sdv has something like snapchat okay?, barely proofread

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You don’t think he’s serious the first time it’s brought up. Mostly because Sam had brought it up after hanging out with his best friend, and casually teased that it looked like you wanted to fuck Sebastian. A joke you’d heard before and had even shot back at your boyfriend on a few occasions- it was funny, that’s why you didn’t believe it to be anything more than a joke. 

So you’re surprised when Sam brings it up again the next morning. He’d cooked you a lovely breakfast, coffee made just right and toast not burnt, which wasn’t necessarily suspicious but made much more sense when he asked a question you weren’t expecting. 

“You know what cuckolding is?”

You did, but you had no clue where this conversation was going to go should you confirm. So you look up at your increasingly nervous boyfriend, hands submerged in the sink as you continue to wash the plate in your hand, mumbling a soft “yeah” as he nods down at you. 

“Do you have any thoughts on it?”

“No, but I’m starting to get the vibe that you do.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, a wet hand moving to the back of his neck in a nervous habit. “I- uh, I do. Wanted to ask how you felt about having sex with Seb so you could make me your cuck.”

The plate falls from your hands, sinking to the bottom of the porcelain with a soft thud as you just stare at him. Fuck his best friend in front of him, set the scene for Sam to get willingly cuckolded and fulfill a fantasy of his? A fantasy you didn’t know he had, and you’d been dating for a couple years. This was a lot for seven in the morning. 

“We so totally don’t have to, I haven’t asked Seb anything, since I wanted to talk to you first and if you weren’t okay, then-“

“Sam relax!” You chide gently, drying your hands as he takes over washing your plate. “Please, babe, calm down.”

“You think I’m a freak.”

“Always have, baby, but I love it.” The assurance has him looking less nervous, but you can tell he needs a bit more reassurance. “I’ll fuck Seb if he’s down. But we gotta talk about boundaries and stuff too.”

“I’d personally want to see him absolutely wreck you, baby. Like, whatever he wants as long as you’ll allow it.” 

You didn’t mean now, but you supposed any time was a good time to have this kind of conversation since Sam had opened the door, brought you inside, and you locked it behind you both when you had agreed to the idea.

Which leads you to Sebastian. You needed to talk to Robin about a home renovation anyway, then popped downstairs to where Sebastian was hard at work. Or deep into a game. His focus face was the same either way so it was difficult to tell but based on the time of day, you’d assume it was work. 

“Hey, Seb?”

“Hey, give me a second and I’ll be able to give you my full attention.”

It’s a standard Sebastian greeting, one that has you sitting down in the other chair at his desk and enjoying the time off your feet. He’s humming as he types away, and you look up at the ceiling while planning the rest of your afternoon before your dinner date with Sam. You’d need to stop by Pierre’s and check the crab pots in the river on your way home, probably some extra time in the barn with the goats before taking a shower. 

“Alright, what’s up?”

“We need to talk about Sam,” you start, looking at Sebastian as he looks at you. “He’s got this fantasy and I need your help.”

“He said you’d be by. Couple days later than I expected, though.” You’re going to let that slide, leaning back in the chair as he watches you. “But yeah I’m happy to help you cuck him. Did he tell you about the two thoughts?”

You nod; having been told that Sam would love to be surprised with a video in addition to the actual sitting and watching you fuck his best friend, meaning that you’d have sex with Sebastian twice. And while you’re not sure this won’t end on a weird note, you’re still open and excited for what was to come. Sebastian was very attractive, getting a pass to have sex with him was a gift you wouldn’t turn down even if the circumstances were unexpected. 

“We can get part one done now, if you’re not busy,” he offers, pushing his chair back a bit and putting his hand over the bulge in his pants. “Surprise your boyfriend with a cute video of you sucking my dick?”

You agree without hesitation, sliding from your seat while requesting that he not get any of his cum in your hair since you had other things to do that day.

“Gonna choke on it like you choke on Sam’s?”

“What don’t you two talk about?” you ask as you kneel in front of him, sighing when Sebastian tells you that there isn’t a single secret between the two men. The only thing Sebastian doesn’t know is if you have any kinks that aren’t some of Sam’s, but those are things that can be discussed later. Not when you’re working together to push his pants down to free his semi-erect dick and he’s reaching for his phone so he can record the event. 

“If it’s too much, tap my thigh or something, alright?” 

At the notification stating there was a message from Sebastian, Sam halts his cleaning around the house to see what it was. He’s giddy when he sees it’s a photo, quickly opening it to see what was there only to almost drop his phone when he sees his darling girlfriend with Sebastian's balls in her mouth, shaft resting on her face, with the caption: Sure she’s only yours?

But he needs more, and they come in small chunks that have him literally praying that there’s a full recording that he’ll get. The POV of his girlfriend taking another cock in her mouth and gagging around it, having her head held in place by Sebastian’s large hand until she was struggling to breathe and leaving a mess behind when she came up for air. Sebastian calling her a messy little slut before telling her to clean up her mess makes Sam harder than he anticipated, his hand going into his pants to try and relieve some of the ache as he waits for the next one to come in. The third comes in a couple minutes later, and he smiles when he sees her gently kissing the tip of Sebastian’s cock before slowly taking it into her mouth, while Sebastian requests that she suck him “like she sucked her little boyfriend”. No caption on that one, but that was more than okay. She looked so good with cock in her mouth, and he knows that she’ll look just as good when it’s his own cock as soon as she gets home. 

But then he has to wait for the next one - hoping there would be another one. Standing in the middle of the living room, cock in one hand, phone in the other as the broom rests forgotten against his chest. Edging himself is difficult when he could replay the videos he’d gotten, but if he’s going to get a cumshot video (Seb said he’d try) he’d want to cum to that. 

It’s much longer than he’d like, but when he does receive the video he’s waiting for, it’s enough to have him spilling in his hand as he watches Sebastian cum in his girlfriend’s mouth with a hearty groan before he pulls out and tells her to show her boyfriend how good she is. And she does, opening her mouth to show off the cum sitting on her tongue before Sebastian sticks his thumb in her mouth and tells her to swallow, and the smile on her face when he pulls his thumb out and calls her a good girl. The caption? 

Make sure you give our girl a good kiss for me bro. 

And now Sam had to wash his hands and wipe his cum from the hardwood of the farmhouse. His lady farmer was very particular about her hardwood staying in top shape.

It’s only a couple weeks before part two comes to fruition, which took a fair amount of planning between you and Sebastian. More in depth discussion about hard limits, finding a free evening where there wasn’t a hangout or family dinner planned, and waiting for the emergency contraceptive to be delivered by mail. Once everything was in place, Sebastian came over for dinner. 

Sam must’ve known what was about to transpire after dinner, because he could barely sit still through the meal. You only sip your wine with a smile, looking at Sebastian as he looked at you. 

“I think we should watch a movie,” Sebastian states, and you nod with a smile as Sam deflates a little bit. “But I’ll help with dishes first.” 

“No, it’s all good. I’ll clean up, you two go get a movie started.” The instruction from Sam has you nodding, letting him top off your glass before he shoos you and Sebastian from the kitchen and towards the living room. A couple DVDs are pulled from the shelf and put on the coffee table, but neither you nor Sebastian put any effort into actually picking a movie. You wouldn’t be watching it anyway. And you think it might’ve been the wine, but there was something different about the way Sebastian was looking at you tonight. 

It’s only a few minutes before Sam is sitting beside you on the couch, curious why nothing was playing until Sebastian tells him that you were waiting for him to pick. And he does, pushing the disc into the player before he settles beside you with an arm around your shoulders. About five minutes into the movie you shift, leaning more into Sam but draping one of your legs across Sebastian’s lap. You’d worn a skirt with no panties to ensure easy access for him, and bit your lip when you felt his finger trail up your already wet slit to your clit.

“You’re such a dirty slut,” Sebastian murmurs, drawing Sam’s attention to where his friend’s hand was up your skirt. “Boyfriend right there and you’re dripping wet for me. Sammy not do it for you anymore?”

You can only grin, letting Sebastian pull you closer but push you back so you were laying on Sam’s lap. Your skirt is pushed up, giving a clear view of Sebastian’s hand moving as his fingers fuck your pussy, and you can feel Sam’s erection stir beneath your head as his hand pets your head. You can tell he wants to move, relocate to the armchair where he can get a clear view of what Sebastian was about to do to you, so you take a hold of his shirt as you look up at him.

“You’ll stay here.”

“But babe, I-”

“Cucks don’t get to cum, Sam.” Your tone is firm despite the smile on your face, and that has him nodding with a pink face as Sebastian pulls his hoodie and tshirt off. You take your shirt off as Sebastian gets out of his pants, and you bite your lip as he comes to stand before you. Your mouth opens as soon as he commands it, his hand pushing Sam’s away so he can hold you in one spot to fuck your face. 

“If I feel teeth, I’ll spank that cute little pussy ‘til you’re sobbing.” You hum your acknowledgement around his cock, aware that Sam has fished his phone out of his pocket to try and record. The way Sebastian is bent over the two of you might make that difficult, but your concern is the thick length punching against the back of your throat as his grip on your hair tightens. “She’s an obedient little whore, how come you haven’t tamed her yet Sammy? Aside from the obvious.”

Sam doesn’t have an answer, and Sebastian pauses with his hips pressed to your face and carefully tilts Sam’s head back by his chin so he’d look up at him. 

“If you’re a good little cuck, maybe you can suck my cock tonight, too.” And he’s pulling back, giving you a chance to breathe but tapping your cheek with his spit slick cock before he moves to settle between your legs. “But I can only handle one slut at a time, and she's my priority.”

“He’s used to coming in second,” you add, smiling when Sebastian leans in to kiss you as he pushes into your cunt. You’d had sex with Sam earlier in the day, so the stretch wasn’t as brutal as it could have been, but you know Sebastian is reveling in your discomfort at his size. He’d warned you that he could be mean, a bit masochistic, and here you were. 

“Oh, am I bigger than your little boyfriend? Stretching your pussy more than you’ve ever had to hurts?”

“You’ve seen it,” you remind, looking up at Sam as Sebastian starts moving. “You know you’re bigger, Seb.”

“Wanted to hear you say it, honey. Now I want you to shut up and look at your boyfriend as I make you cum with my big dick.”

And you do, looking up at Sam’s awestruck expression as Sebastian fucks you roughly. Your shoulders scrape against the denim of his jeans as you rub against his thigh with every thrust. You’ve seen this look of adoration before, never once thinking that he’d be able to look at you like that while he watches you take his best friend’s cock, but seeing this helps you feel better about how this would end. Definitely not weird considering how into this both he and Sebastian were. 

“Gonna cum already?” He asks, stopping when you nod. He fucks you harder, hand rubbing your clit furiously as you beg him for more. “Show your boyfriend how hard you cum for me.”

You know the men are just as surprised as you are when you squirt, wailing Sebastian’s name as you do while Sam lets out a “holy shit” and Sebastian just grins at you. That took a lot out of you, but that doesn’t bother Sebastian as he fucks you through it and continues to fuck into you. 

“Cute little whore pussy squirting for Daddy. You know who owns you and your pussy, isn’t that right?”

“Uh-huh,” you whimper, hand gripping the back of the couch for some kind of stability as his thrusts increase in force. 

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours! It’s your pussy!” 

“Who am I, baby? Who owns this pussy?”

“You, Daddy!” There’s a slap to your pussy that has your eyes rolling back, Sebastian’s hands gripping your hips as he nears his own end. “Please cum in my pussy Daddy!”

“After I put a load in you, your little cuck can eat it out and thank me for giving you such a big load.” You nod at the suggestion, biting your lip as it started to become too much. He was close, the flush creeping up his chest as his rhythm started to get more sloppy. “Fuck, gonna cum. Get on the floor, cuck, you can have some of my cum too.”

Sam moves quicker than you’d expect, and your head drops to the couch just as Sebastian’s hips still against yours and you feel the familiar warmth that was ropes of cum shooting into your pussy. A wave of his hand has Sam scooting closer, and you watch with vested interest as Sam opens his mouth for Sebastian. He had to have sucked a dick before, and you’re going to ask about that later, since right now you’re enamored by how eagerly he takes Sebastian’s dick into his mouth to clean it off as Sebastian had instructed.

Then Sam is watching you as Sebastian pulls you to sit in his lap. His cum is starting to drip from your pussy, but one crooked finger from Sebastian has Sam closing in like a starved man. The soft frenzy of Sam’s tongue at your opening was such a nice contrast to the harsh smack of Sebastian’s skin against yours, you can’t help but push your hand into his hair to bring him closer to your cunt so you can push for more contact. Sebastian whispering in your ear that you were in charge eggs you on in the best way, and his fingers on your clit bring a soft moan out of you that has Sam humming into your pussy. 

“So good, Sam,” you mumble, leaning back against Sebastian as you continue to grind against the blonde’s face. You were close already, and you knew Sebastian could tell based on how he rubs your clit faster. “Fuck, s’good.”

“The cuck can make her cum, whaddya know?” Sebastian teases, moving his fingers from your clit when your body tenses in his arms and gently massaging your sides as Sam eats you through it. Sebastian kisses your cheek before he moves you to the space beside him, mumbling something about getting home before it gets too late that has you reaching for his arm to stop him from getting up. 

“You should stay,” you mumble to Sebastian, looking down at Sam who nods his agreement while wiping at his mouth. “We want you to stay.”

“Shower and snuggle, dude.” Sam adds, carefully standing from where he was knelt in front of the couch before offering his hand to Sebastian to bring him to his feet. “After what you just did with us, we can make you a good breakfast.”

“Shower and snuggle,” Sebastian echoes, offering his hand to you as Sam does and murmuring “up you go, sweetheart” as they pull you to your feet. You would all be sleeping really well tonight, and you’re happy that Sebastian agreed to stay. 

Having him around was always nice and maybe Daddy would come back to visit you and Sam.

[sweetlyspiraling]

Day One:

I had no idea we were going quite so far off the beaten path, but it was a beautiful trip. Country highways, then a winding road into the mountains, then a dirt road through scattered forest. It's beautiful, with mist creeping off the lake and the sun just barely peeking past.

I don't think there's anyone around for miles.

My friend and I joked about how this would be the perfect spot to commit a murder, but I didn't do a lot of the talking. It was too easy to zone out in the car, watching the trees flow past, soothed by the rocking and turning of the car on the road.

I don't think my friend even noticed. I must have done a pretty good job faking how distracted I was, though I don't know if anything I said made any sense. It's amazing how much you can get away with just by agreeing or mumbling during pauses when someone else talks.

I was pretty worn out by the time we got to the house. My friend wound up unpacking almost everything. I just dropped onto the couch and slept.

Day Two:

It's warmer than I expected with the mist, and the lake makes everything humid. My friend said we might as well not have brought any clothes and is just walking around in a swimsuit. I'm doing the same, but even that feels a bit much when afternoon hits.

The sun has come out, though, and we spend as much time as we can out in the water. Once we're tired of swimming, we laze on the dock.

It's easy to be relaxed out here, easy to relax with my friend. I can just lay my head in their lap, let them play with my hair while I listen to the waves lapping against the shore. I don't need to hear anything else.

I don't need to notice where their other hand goes, or whose hand is slipping into my swimsuit. There's a lot I don't need to worry about on vacation.

Day Three:

I've given up on the swimsuit. I've almost given up on thinking. My friend is so happy here, and that makes me happy, and I don't have to worry about anything else. I just need to relax.

My friend says I'm the easiest person to hypnotize that they've brought up here. They hardly even had to try, and that I'm basically putty in their hands. I'm going to be so helpful to them.

I don't really know what they mean, but that's all right. I don't have to. I just have to keep sucking on this finger (mine? I'm not sure any more) and nodding, and that will make them happy.

When my friend is happy, I'm happy. That's all that matters.

Day Four:

My voice is so calm and steady, you'd hardly realize I was getting fucked. Later, my friend will tell me how proud they are of me, and they'll probably let me come.

I love it when they let me come.

But right now, I'm talking to you on the phone. The reception isn't great up here, but it's enough for a quick call, enough to convince you that the lake house is a great place to get away from the world, enough to hide how my voice sometimes catches just a little bit.

We've got a spare room up here, I say. Our friend has to go into town anyway to pick up some ice cream. Why not come by for a couple days?

I hope you'll say yes. I want to show you what a good friend I am.

[toxic3mmy]

prompt: your childhood friend deflowers you

warnings: tis pure smut, but it’s lowkey sweet lovin

haiiii :3

it’s been a while my lovelies

this was just something i was inspired by a show i was watching and well yerp, sorry if its too short!!!

i hope u guys enjoy <3

you sat in the corner of your home, the smell of fresh laundry and sweet candles wafting through the air. you picked at your fingernails, lost in thought.

you and alexis were very close friends. it was weird, to be honest, mostly due to the indifference to your personalities. you had always been the shy one, the brainiac, the one with the dark humor that only a few really got. your long, dark hair fell soflty around your face, framing your deep brown eyes that often held a glint of mischief when you felt comfortable enough to let it show. alexis, on the other hand, was the charming, flirty type that could make anyone laugh, yet he had this underlying seriousness that only you saw. he was outgoing, confident, and everything you wished you were. here’s what had you so lost in thought; you were in love with him. you didn’t know when or even how but it just clicked in your brain on a random sunday afternoon that you really wanted him in a romantic way.

suddenly, alexis strutted into your home, as if he lived there, too. his dark hair, tied back in a loose ponytail, only accentuated the sharp angles of his face and the smoldering intensity of his eyes

spotting you, he walked over with a smile that could brighten even the darkest of days

“what are you doing here all by your lonesome?" he teased, sliding into the chair opposite of you

“oh hush, i literally texted you to come over"

your voice small but full of sarcasm paired with a sassy, playful eyeroll. you slid a book across the table beside the two of you, one of your romance novels with a particularly steamy cover

“I needed a break from life and i also wanted an excuse to see you, of course."

alex picked up the book, his eyes scanning the title before bursting into laughter

"still reading these, y/n?" he said, shaking his head in mock disapproval, "for someone who advocates for sex with deeper meaning, you sure do like to read juicy smut"

“hey, a girl can dream. plus, it’s my alternative to watching porn" you murmured, taking a sip of your water to avoid his gaze. the truth was, the books were an escape for you, a way to experience the passion you hadn't yet felt in real life. alexis had no idea that you had never been with anyone, that you had saved yourself for someone you trusted implicitly

alexis set the book down, his laughter dying down to a gentle smile. he reached out and placed his hand on hers, giving it a comforting squeeze

"you know, y/n, you don't have to read about it. it's okay to let your guard down once in a while and explore those feelings with someone you care about” his voice was softer than you had ever heard it, and you felt the weight of his words in the air around them

you took a deep breath, your heart racing. this was the moment you had been waiting for, the moment you had built up in your mind a thousand times. you looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of judgment or teasing, but all you found was genuine concern and warmth

"i know," you said quietly, "but i've never felt ready before"

“are you saying that you’re still… a virgin?” alex asked almost incredulously

“you say it like it’s the worst thing in the world” you yelped, your face creeping with redness from the embarrassing topic at hand

“no! no, it’s not a bad thing. i know you don’t want to give that part of yourself up for just anyone. i just thought you were being careful, never did i imagine that you were still a pure little lady” he joked lightly with all the best intentions

“yeah, well, i guess i brought this up because i have been feeling ready as of lately” you murmured, leaning forward to alex

alexis leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached for your hand to hold

"ready for what?" he asked dumbly, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of your hand

you swallowed hard, your gaze dropping to your joined hands

"ready for...for someone to take my virginity," you said, the words tumbling out in a rush. you felt your heart thumping in your chest like a drum, echoing in your ears

alexis' smile faded, his expression turning serious. he didn't pull his hand away, instead, he squeezed yours tighter

"y/n," he said, his voice a soft whisper, "are you really sure? i mean, who even is the guy?"

you nodded, looking up at him with a mix of hope and fear

"yes," you paused, "but is it crazy for me to admit that… i haven’t felt the need to look for the right guy because i just needed to take a look at what’s right in front of me"

his eyes searched yours, the weight of your confession palpable between the two of you. he had always had feelings for you, but he had never pushed the issue, not wanting to risk your friendship

“y/n" he began, his voice thick with emotion, "you know I would never do anything to hurt you, right?"

"i know, alex, that's why i've been thinking about it, and... i want it to be with you. but i also really dont want you to feel obligated to do this. what im trying to say is that i dont want you because its convenient for me… ive really thought it over and i … i love you, alexis"

he stared at you in awe, the air thick with unspoken emotion. he had known you since you were kids, watched you grow from a shy, bookish girl into a beautiful, intelligent woman. your confession didn't just take him by surprise, it also stirred something deep within him. he had never seen you so vulnerable, so open. his chest tightened as he felt the gravity of your words

"y/n i've loved you for so long. i've been waiting for the right moment to tell you” he said in one go, almost too fast to understand

“what?" you asked, voice trembling

alexis leaned in closer, his hand still holding yours firmly

“you heard me, y/n. i love you, and if you want it to be me, i would be honored," he said, his voice earnest

"are you sure, alex?" you whispered, your heart racing

"i am more than sure, y/n. you're my best friend, and i want to be the one to make your first time special"

you eyes searched his, looking for any hint of hesitation. as if reading your mind, alexis leaned in, closing the gap between you, and kissed your lips. it was soft, tentative, but filled with all the emotion that had been building inside you for so long. alexis responded, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. the kiss grew deeper, your hearts beating in sync

you pulled away, breathless, your faces flushed. your eyes sparkled with excitement and a touch of apprehension

"is now, um… appropriate?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper

“if you're sure, y/n. i want this to be perfect for you”

you nodded, your heart racing faster than ever before. alex stood up, offering his hand to help you up from the chair. he led you to your room, the soft glow of the evening sun setting the mood. the walls were lined with books and the faint scent of your favorite vanilla candles filled the air. it was your sanctuary, and now it would be the place you’d share your first intimate experience with the person you trusted most

“are you okay?" he asked, his voice steady

“i'm more than okay," you whispered, your eyes shining with excitement

alex pulled you into a warm embrace, his strong arms wrapping around you. you melted into him, feeling his heartbeat against your chest

you stood there for a moment, savoring the feeling of your bodies pressed together. then, gently, alex began to undress you. his hands moved with care and reverence over your clothes. each item that fell away revealed a new part of you that he had never seen before. you felt a mix of nerves and exhilaration, but mostly, you felt safe

"i’ve always thought that you were the most beautiful person in the world y/n” he murmured, his eyes taking in every inch of you

you blushed, self-consciousness trying to creep in, but his gaze was so genuine, so filled with adoration, that you couldn't help but believe him. he helped you onto the bed and you watched as he undressed as well, revealing the strong, muscular body you had often admired from afar

you laid side by side, your eyes locked as you touched each other for the first time in a way that was more than friendship. his hands were gentle, exploring your curves with a tenderness that made you shiver. your hands were less sure but alex guided you, showing you how to touch him in a way that made you both feel good. his skin was warm and smooth under your fingertips and you marveled at the sensation

"you're okay, we go at your pace, yeah?" his breath hot against your neck

you nodded and soon felt his hand trace the line of your jaw and then move down to cup your face. he leaned in and kissed you again, slower this time, as if savoring every second. his lips were soft and firm as his tongue delved gently into your mouth, coaxing you to respond. you felt a warmth you’d never felt before spread through your body as he kissed you with a gentle passion that seemed to consume you both

"you're sure?" he whispered against your skin as his hand moved to unbutton your bra

"i’m positive" you replied, voice breathless with anticipation

alex took his time, his nimble fingers working the clasp of your bra with the such care. he slid the fabric away, revealing your full breasts to his gaze. you felt exposed yet protected, as his eyes took in your newfound vulnerability with nothing but adoration. he leaned down, his mouth finding your nipple, and you gasped as his soft lips sent electric jolts through your body. your hands gently found the back of his head, urging him closer

"does that feel good?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through you

you nodded, unable to find the words to describe the sensations he was eliciting from your body. you felt like a new person but you were now alive with sensations that had been lying dormant. alexis' touch was like a master key, unlocking door after door of pleasure you had only ever read about in your novels

he kissed his way down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp. his hands roamed your body, memorizing every curve and dip with the tender touch of a sculptor

"you're perfect" he murmured and it made you feel so loved

your breath hitched as his mouth found your other breast. his tongue traced circles around the sensitive bud before taking it into his mouth. you felt your core tightening and your legs trembling ever so slightly. you were so lost in the sensation that you barely noticed when he slid your panties off, leaving you completely exposed

“you're everything to me, y/n" he said, his voice thick with need

he kissed his way down your stomach. your breath came in gasps as you felt his mouth move closer to your center. you had read about this moment in countless books, but the reality was so much more intense than you could have ever imagined

"alex" you breathed out, hands tightening in his hair

you felt a rush of heat between your legs and a strange, delicious ache that grew with every passing second. alexis looked up at you, a question in his eyes

"it's okay, i trust you" you managed, giving him a shaky nod

with that, he kissed you again. his mouth moved lower, his breath hot against your core. his tongue flicked out, teasing your sensitive folds before delving deeper. your body arched off the bed, a keening cry escaping your lips. it was nothing like the fumbling, tentative explorations of your own hand. this was something else entirely, a symphony of pleasure

"oh, alex," you moaned with your eyes squeezed shut and your fists tangled in the sheets

he took his time, savoring you taste. he explored every inch of you with a gentle thoroughness that left you trembling and slick with desire

“oh, fuck, you feel so good," you gasped, your hips rocking against his mouth as the tension grew

“you're so responsive, y/n" he said sweetly, "but we're not there yet… i want to make you feel good. i want you dripping wet and begging for me, okay? i want to make sure you’re ready" he kissed his way back up your body, his hand sliding between your legs to tease you further with his thumb brushing against your clit with expert precision

your eyes rolled back in your head as the pleasure grew, your body moving in time with his touch. you had never felt so alive, so wanted, so...right

"i-i am," you panted, voice shaky with need "please, lex"

alex took a deep breath, his own desire warring with his need to be gentle with you. he reached for his jeans, fumbling with his zipper as he slid them down. your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him, his erection thick and angrily leaking between his legs. he saw the nerves in your eyes and leaned in to kiss you again, reassuring you with every stroke of his tongue

“look at me, y/n" he whispered, his voice hoarse with need, "i'm right here with you"

your eyes locked with his, the trust shining through. you felt him guide your hand to his cock, showing you how to stroke him with the same tenderness he had shown your body. his eyes fluttered closed, a hiss escaping his lips as your soft hands explored him

“that's it, sweetheart" he breathed, his voice hoarse, "you’re such a good girl for me"

your bodies moved together, a dance of touch and pleasure that was as old as time itself. alexis took his time, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, his fingers playing with your wet, throbbing folds. each stroke, each kiss was a promise of what was to come. you felt your walls crumbling, the fear you had held onto for so long slipping away as you gave yourself to him completely

you leaned into him, it was the first time you initiated a kiss with him and he was elated. your tongues tasted every inch of the other’s mouth as his fingers danced around your puckering hole and your hand worked his shaft. his thumb would press against your clit at the same time as yours was rubbing circles around his tip. your breaths intertwined as you swallowed down each pant and moan that left his mouth

"are you okay?" he asked after pulling away gently, his voice a panting mess

"more than okay," you whispered

“y/n, i need you to tell me if it’s too much or if you want to stop or even take a break”

“o-okay, but i don’t think i’ll ask you to stop anytime soon” you laughed lightly and alex positioned himself above you, coaxing your legs to bend at the knee and allow him more space

your breath hitched as he positioned himself between your legs. his eyes searched yours, seeking your full consent. you nodded, heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves

"easy now" he murmured, his voice soothing as he guided himself to your entrance. you felt a twinge of pain as he pushed in, but it was quickly overshadowed by the overwhelming sensation of being filled, of being connected to him in a way she had never been with anyone else. his movements were slow and deliberate, giving your body time to adjust to his size. you bit your bottom lip, your eyes squeezed shut as you felt yourself stretching around him

"look at me," he said, his voice a gentle command that you couldn't resist

you opened your eyes, meeting his gaze, and the love and tenderness you saw there took your breath away. he slid in deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed within you. he held himself still for a moment, allowing you to get used to the feeling before he began to move again

"is it too much?" he asked, his voice laced with concern

"it’s just a bit of pain" you admitted through a shuddering breath, your eyes never leaving his

"we can stop if you want" he offered, his voice was so gentle you thought you might cry

you shook your head, a tear sliding down your cheek. "no, i want this," you said, “i want you" your arms wrapped around his back, hugging you tightly to him.

alex kissed your lips, a gentle kiss filled with so much love and passion. he began to move slowly, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. you took a sharp intake of breath, but you never once asked him to stop. instead, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you, your nails dug into his back as you encouraged him to go on

"god, you're so, so p-perfect" he panted, his voice strained with pleasure

"alex," you moaned, eyes fluttering open, "don't.. don’t stop"

he didn't, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that grew faster with each passing moment. the initial pain had given way to something else, something you couldn't quite put into words. it was as if every nerve in your body was on fire, each stroke of his cock sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. you could feel your orgasm building, something you hadn't been prepared for so quickly

"alex" you panted, her nails digging deeper into his back as you tried to get closer, to feel more of him. “i’m so c-close"

he groaned, his own pleasure building. "cum for me, y/n" he urged, his voice strained with the effort of holding back

"let me feel you cum around me, sweetheart" he said as he reached down to play with your swollen clit, simultaneously biting gently at the skin on your shoulder

your body responded to his touch, your muscles tightening around him as his movements continued

“alex… i—" you moaned desperately

“tell me, baby," he leaned in, his voice low and needy against your ear, "what do you feel?"

“i...i feel like i'm so so full, and it’s just intense" you panted, eyes beginning to well up at the tight sensations at your core

his eyes never left yours as he increased his pace slightly, his own breathing growing ragged

"that's it, you’re doing so good for me" he encouraged, his voice strained, "let go, y/n"

you felt the orgasm inside you break, crashing over you like a wave. you cried out, your body shuddering as alex continued to move. his own need was evident in every tense line of his body. you tightened your legs around him, pulling him closer as your climax washed through you. the feeling was unlike anything you had ever experienced, a cataclysm of pleasure that left you trembling

"oh, alex," you gasped, eyes squeezed shut as you rode the crest of your orgasm

his name was a declaration of how much you needed him in this moment. his movements grew more erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants as he felt you clench around him

"y/n" he whimpered, his own climax building. he could feel the tension in your body, the way you were holding onto him as if he was the only thing keeping you from floating away. his strokes grew deeper, more powerful, as he chased his own release. "i'm close" he warned, his voice low and desperate

you nodded, eyes still closed, lost in the aftermath of your own climax. you felt him tense, his muscles bunching beneath your hands, and you tightened your grip on him. "im here," you murmured a soft reassurance

alex’s eyes snapped open, meeting yours "look at me… i want to see you when I cum"

your eyes widened, but you didn't look away. you watched as his expression grew more intense, his eyes dark with passion. you felt him swell inside you, his cock pulsing with each stroke. and with a final, desperate thrust, he came, his seed filling you. the sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt, a warmth that seemed to spread through your entire body, a feeling of belonging that washed away any lingering doubt or fear.

"y/n" alexis whispered, his eyes still locked with yours, "i love you"

you felt her heart swell in her chest, your eyes filling with tears

"i love you too, alex," you managed to say between gasps for air. the intensity of your shared moment was almost too much to handle, but you didn't want it to end. you could feel his heart racing against your chest, and you held onto him tightly, legs still wrapped around his waist

alex remained still inside you for a few moments, his breathing gradually evening out before gently pulling out. he leaned down to kiss you again, his mouth lingering on yours, tasting the salt of your tears

“what is it? are you okay?" he asked, his voice still thick with emotion

"i’m sorry, just lots of emotions and… well, you were absolutely amazing" you murmured, a soft smile playing on your lips, you trailed off, at a loss for words to describe the intensity of the experience

"don’t apologize, i was only worried that i’d messed up. you were incredible y/n" he laughed, brushing the hair from your face with gentle fingertips before pressing a kiss to your forehead

you felt a blush heat your cheeks at his words, your body still trembling slightly with the aftershocks of your orgasm. you looked up at him, eyes filled with a mix of awe and love

“it was like... nothing I've ever felt before," you admitted, your voice a soft whisper, “i didn't know it could be like that"

"it's because we love each other, y/n, it makes everything so much more intense" he held your face, his eyes full of affection

"you’re right…. so, what now? should we go again?" you asked, chuckling to yourself but also, you wouldn’t mind trying a new position

"as much as i'd love to, y/n, we need to give your body a chance to recover," he said, his voice gentle, “but trust me, we'll have plenty of time to explore each other”

"i'm just so... i don't know, overwhelmed. you turn me on so much, i don’t see why i didnt get you into my bed sooner," you joked lightly, your cheeks still flushed with color

“well, better late than never but let's not rush things. we've got time" he laughed, his face full of affection and admiration

"yeah, I guess we do," you said, snuggling closer to him

you laid there for a moment, your bodies tangled together, basking in the afterglow of this shared experience. "you know, I always knew you were the one," you murmured, your voice barely audible

“always knew it, huh? what was it? my charming personality? my irresistible good looks?" he teased, grinning widely as he poked your side gently

"maybe both but mostly, it was just you. and how close we are and how much we understand one another" you admitted, swatting playfully at him

"and now i've got you, in every way" he said, rolling onto his side and propping his head up with his hand, admiring you

your smile grew, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the aftermath of their lovemaking

"yeah," you murmured, eyes shining with happiness, “you do"

[novulen]

⋆ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 — K.N.

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : you ‘successfully’ manage to keep your husband from going to work.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ & ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : smut (mdni!!) nsfw, creampie, mean!nanami, multiple orgasms, mentions passing out, reader lowk has attachment issues but same , and a brief mention of ‘staying in ur place’ but u can’t blame me😞. (also kinda proofread but not)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : ~1.3k

Looking back at it now, you’ve never been good at letting people go. You could even state that the idea seemed nearly foreign in a strange way–it felt wrong not to desire people or their presence. 

However, that realization didn’t come to you until you were in highschool, a freshman, still craving your middle school friendships. You yearned, day in and day out, reminiscing on the past and, in turn, sullying the present. 

And, it was only fair for not only your mind to be attached to a person, but your body also. Want tethered you to friends, lovers and family. 

Perhaps it was your attachment issues, or the lack of friends you'd had growing up, but it had managed to stick with you until now. 

The fear and burden of losing your lover plagued your mind even as you slept, and accordingly, your limbs wrapped around his torso protectively. Nanami could have protested, removed your body atop of his effortlessly, tossed you to the side even, but he didn't. It brought a certain softness to his heart seeing the extent of your love go beyond consciousness itself. 

Although, as much as he wanted–desperately so–to stay in your arms until noon, time was running thin. He had work in about an hour, and he had to be on the road by 40. 

“Sweetheart?” Nanami whispered, hands smoothly running up and down the expanse of your back as a means to wake you. Deep inside he didn’t want you to wake up; at least then he’d have an excuse not to go to work. 

But as if reading his mind and deciding to do the opposite of what he really desired, you awoke with a small whine, and wrapped your arms tighter around his neck. 

From that position Nanami was essentially face first with you, which allowed him to see you clearly, his chest swelling passionately at the small pout that took place on your lips. 

“Ken..stay,” you had mumbled in a sleepy grumble, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. By now you both were a jumble of interlocked limbs, yet that didn’t stop you from attempting to mesh further into him–that earned you a chuckle. 

“‘M not joking, Kento. Want you to stay,” you were hoping that had got to him, knowing Nanami, he would give into your desires without so much as a second thought, though today was different. He had a meeting he needed to attend, which proved persuading him to be difficult. 

“Today’s an important day, darling. I can’t stay,” he sighed, journeying his hands up to your waist and apologetically squeezing the flesh there before he began to lift your form off him, but you retaliated and only hugged him tighter. 

“Please,” You mouthed to him, repositioning your head from his shoulder simply to gaze into his eyes pleadingly. It tugged at his heartstrings, the exhausted, begging look you gave him, although he couldn’t give in just yet. 

He wanted to understand why he should stay, although he knew why you wanted him to stay. 

You were emotionally and sexually neglected–he personally could confirm that. And he fully blamed himself for leaving such a beautiful woman in bed all by herself until afternoon, all for a job he despised, but today was simply not the day. 

He had to get to this meeting. 

Nanami was just about to protest when you began grinding on him, which effectively caught him off guard. “W-what’re you doing?” He practically rasped out, jaw clenching as he tried to resist the effect that your ministrations had on him–but he failed. Horribly so.

You whimpered at the friction rubbing against him provided, and took in a breath. “I-If you don’t wanna stay, i’ll make you.” 

Looking back at that now, you should’ve known better–known your place. 

Because, with the way Nanami’s pounding ruthlessly into your pussy, you're positive you’ll be sore days after. 

“K-ken,” you moan, almost too loud for comfort. “‘M sorry–please–” 

A particularly sharp thrust cuts off your choked-up sentence.

“Sorry?” Nanami practically laughs at the sorry excuse of an apology. How could he possibly  forgive you after you pulled off something like that? Now, he was sure to get a mouthful from his colleagues about ditching the meeting tomorrow. That thought alone makes his grip on your hips tighten.

“This little stunt you pulled won’t go unpunished, I'll have you know that.” He grunts, a hand slivering up your back to tug harshly at your hair, and even when he’s mean he’s still somehow soft, his lips planting a kiss to your temple. But, a little too late into it, you realize that that act of passion wasn't out of passion alone, it was some sort of warning, something to notify you of his upcoming actions. As if he was telling you he would no longer be soft and slow, but a contrast of rough and mean. 

“Greedy little thing,” he huffs out. “Can’t even–” Nanami cuts off his own sentence with a groan, eyes shut and head thrown back when you tighten around him. 

You know your husband, and can verify that he’s not usually vocal during intimacy. But something about today was different–as if everything wasn’t. This change of course had something to do with the simple fact that you showed him–told him yourself that you wanted him to stay with you.

Seeing you so desperate for his presence brought out a side he never knew existed within him, and paired with the half-hearted annoyance he felt after your little show, Nanami can’t help but let himself go. 

“I-I am,” you mewl, limp and you would have fallen face first if it weren’t for the vice-lip grip holding you up. “Please, I can't take it.” 

“Oh, but you can.” He hums, almost monotonically. “I’m not pulling out until you’ve had your fair share of orgasms, seeing that’s what you wanted, no?” He can’t help but smile at the little whimper that leaves your lips following the end of his sentence, but he knows; as much as you whine and beg for a break, this is what you truly want. 

And Nanami can’t deny how that makes him feel. 

Hungry, depraved, wild. 

A guttural groan fills the space as loads upon loads of his seed pill into you. He cums still thrusting into your sensitive cunt without any restraint. 

After the countless orgasms he’s given you, and the countless to come, you can tell that this one’s the most intense. 

Your body shakes as you convulse around Nanami’s thick shaft, waves of ecstasy thrumming through you, translucent cum seeping out of your battered sex onto your thighs. Breath shallow and shaky, you reach your weak arms back to try and push him away. 

You practically sob as you beg for a break, a second even, where you can catch your breath and the overwhelming fullness coursing through you can cease, but those pleas fall to deaf ears as he begins to move again. 

Four orgasms in and fucked-out of your mind, you can barely speak. 

Five and you’re on the brink of passing out. 

Nanami’s not having it though. His stamina’s unwavering and his thrusts are relentless–that is, until he’s finally satisfied on your sixth 

Any more friction feels like torture at this point, and tears almost escape your eyes once you feel Nanami pull out. You barely even have the energy to open your eyes, let alone move any part of your body, so you’re left laying on your stomach, ass up and pussy seeping with fluids. 

With an exhale, he plants a kiss to your shoulder blade, big hand smoothing over your supple skin adoringly.

 He was back to normal. 

[seaslugfanclub]

Hello! I just wanna say I really like your Disney Villain writings, they are funny and really cute! Can I request where the Disney villains are fighting over who is Y/N’s favorite villain? I thought it would be funny

Oooh great idea! This one was so much fun to write! (Can you tell that Honest John’s my favorite?)

No, I’m their favorite!!

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No one knows how the conversation subject was brought up, but it more than ruined the villians weekly poker night. Curses filled the air and sidekicks where used as meat shields.

“I’m easily (Y/N)’s favorite person out of all of us, no- this entire park!! No one is better friends than Gaston!!” The Frenchman boasted, loose hair’s flying around his face. “They regularly compliment my physique, and they sneak me in special hair products!! There’s no room for argument!”

“Oh please frenchie, (Y/N) isn’t as daft as the other cast members. They have taste for more refined gentlemen. Like yours truly.” Captain Hook scoffed, ignoring the glares from the other villians. “Might I remind you how they gifted me the entire trilogy of ‘The History of Piracy’? Or how much they enjoy my culinary skills? They have supper with me every Tuesday.” Hook affirmed, more than confident he had bested the competition.

That was quickly interrupted by a swift *bonk* on Hooks head, Jafar looming over the ex- pirate with his staff in hand.

“While I agree with (Y/N)’s taste, it surely isn’t a cowardly captain.”

��Why you-” Hook started, only to be bonked on the head again.

“Why me? Well that’s easy, I’m a very persuasive individual. I’m able to… ‘charm’ those in upper management to give (Y/N) longer breaks, or keep any unsavory park guests from harassing our dear caretaker. (Y/N) obviously favors someone who makes their job easier.”

“Your joking right? Didn’t I see (Y/N) yell at you for 30 minutes straight because you were eyeing that princess Jasmine?” Hades chimes in, finally deciding to butt into the conversation after watching the other villians argue from the sidelines. Jafar stopped speaking, averting his eyes and mumbling.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought. But c’mon guys, you know it’s ya boy here who’s (Y/N)’s number one pal.” Hades points his thumbs towards himself.

“I was one of the first people here who (Y/N) met, we knew each from day uno. I can’t count the amount of times that they’ve kept my shit-ass sun god of a brother from bugging me. And they even made the most adorable altar for me, with pomegranates and the whole works!!”

“Oh, so gauche. If it wasn’t for my expertise (Y/N) wouldn’t be half as stylish as they are. Not to mention our ‘girls nights’. I’ve opened an entire new world of skincare for them!” Cruella hissed. (Actually remembering she had to pick up (Y/N) that special cream made from horseshoe crabs)

A threadbare glove raised amidst the crowd, Honest John appearing from seemingly nowhere

“Im sorry to disappoint you all, but it’s myself who’s won (Y/N) heart. They’ve fallen for my effortless charm lock, stock, and barrel! I mean, I’ve been their nap partner countless a times, they quite enjoy cozying up to my fur.” John preened, smiling back at the memories of warm afternoons snuggled up next to (Y/N).

“Fur!? Why you little- I’ll skin you-”

“Just wait till (Y/N)-”

The poker room devolved into full out brawl, nearby cast members rushing into the room in attempt to break up the crowd. All the while, in an empty back room (Y/N) was sharing a sandwich with their guest.

“Y’know what, Ratigan?” They said between bites. “Your my best friend.”

The rat stared up at them, finishing his bite,

“…. Ew.”

[weirdkpopgirl]

Glasses | Chenle Imagine #6

Title: Glasses

Genre: Fluff, kinda angsty

Warnings: mildly suggestive, making out, reader is insecure

Word Count: 968

Author's Note: This is another story idea I had in my works in progress, and I've finally written it. I'm also just happy that I get to post something for Chenle, since it's been long overdue. Hope you guys enjoy it. Thank you so much for reading ^ ^

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Curled up in the corner of your sofa with a book in hand was your idea of a perfect Sunday afternoon. You knew it was such a stereotypical thing for an introvert, but it was something you truly enjoyed. While you weren’t overly receptive to teasing, you refused to let that risk intrude on your comfort zone. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, was determined to be the exception.

Your heart nearly leaped into your throat when Chenle pounced at the opportunity to wrap his arms around you from behind, pulling you into a tight hug. For a second, you almost forgot that he let himself into your studio apartment half an hour ago. 

This was a normal occurrence in your relationship, where he’d randomly drop by your place and do his own thing. If he wasn’t talking to you, he was bickering with Jisung over text or watching the Golden States Warrior highlights on his phone. That’s why you thought it’d be fine to carry on with your peaceful activity.

Turning your head in surprise, a soft chuckle escaped you. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Why?” Chenle asked, feigning an innocent tone. “Can I not be affectionate with my girlfriend?”

Without a doubt, Chenle was an amazing boyfriend, and you loved him to death. However when it came to physical touch, he was never the clingy type. You suspected his behavior stemmed from guilt over his increasing absence due to work, yet his pride wouldn’t let him admit it. While physical touch wasn't necessarily your top love language, turning down Chenle's affection would be foolish.

A smile formed on your face as you set your book aside and gently reached out to stroke his hair. “No, you can…”

He drew back slightly to catch you shyly lowering your gaze, finding your reaction utterly adorable. Returning your smile, he cradled your rosy cheeks in his hands and leaned in to plant a kiss to your lips. Initially, he intended it to be a single kiss. But he quickly realized that one wasn’t enough to satisfy him.

Chenle’s lips were soft and warm against yours, moving with a gentle but confident rhythm. Your eyes had already closed, as you willingly lost yourself in the sensation. But your glasses proved to be an unexpected obstacle, their frames awkwardly clashing against his cheeks and nose. Soon, you felt him withdraw with a light chuckle, and you caught a hint of embarrassment flickering across his expression.

“Maybe you should take these off,” he suggested playfully, tapping the rim of your glasses.

Almost instinctively, you stiffened, but tried to cover it up with a laugh. “I kind of need them to see, Lele,” you half-joked, cautiously adjusting your glasses.

“Not when we’re kissing,” Chenle said lightheartedly. “Don’t you just need to feel me?”

Internally, you grimaced as your brain scrambled for another excuse. “I mean, yeah, but…I can’t just take them off.”

This remark caused Chenle's teasing demeanor to fade away, his brows furrowing in genuine confusion.

“Why not?” His tone softened, tinged with curiosity.

You bit your lip in hesitation, knowing it was probably best to be honest. Already, you were kicking yourself for confusing him with your unnecessary defensiveness.

Sighing, your gaze dropped to the sofa as you spoke in a small voice. “My glasses are sort of a mask for me. You wouldn’t believe how unattractive I look without them on.”

The heat that rushed to your face was no longer due to shyness but to shame and embarrassment. Vulnerability was something you avoided, despising the weakness it brought. It was worse enough, knowing your insecurities had ruined this moment of intimacy with him.

Before your thoughts overwhelm you, Chenle delicately lifted your chin to meet his eyes. “You’re right, I wouldn’t believe it,” he said, moving to cup your cheek with one hand. “Because I’m positive you look just as beautiful without them on.”

With a bit of coaxing, you reluctantly let him remove your glasses. As he carefully slid them off, your vision instantly blurred without the lenses. You felt a wave of awkwardness wash over you under his attentive gaze, but you could vaguely see the affectionate smile he wore. 

He nodded affirmatively, tenderly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yep, I was right. You are absolutely breathtaking.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. He was certainly a smooth talker, effortlessly leaving you even more flustered than before. 

“Do you really think so?” you asked in a hushed tone, holding his hand. 

Chenle tilted his head, a playful glint returning to his eyes. “Have you ever known me to lie, (Y/n)?”

A shy smile graced your lips as you felt warmth spreading through you. He made a good point, Chenle’s transparency was one of the reasons you loved him.

“Okay, I believe you,” you conceded.

“Good,” he responded eagerly, “Can we please go back to what we were doing now?”

Laughing, you nodded and Chenle captured your lips in a kiss that was hungrier than the last. Now that your glasses were no longer a barrier, you could feel his warm skin against yours. He smiled into the kiss, sliding his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck. His other hand rested on your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. Your hands promptly found their way to his shoulders, holding onto him as if you were afraid he might vanish.

But he didn’t. Instead, he deepened the kiss, so much so that it caused the both of you to sink back against the couch. With your bodies entwined and hearts beating in sync, you felt your insecurities gradually melt away. While Chenle couldn’t erase them entirely, his love made you feel cherished and secure.

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[laurastakeon]

Ikemen Villains Character Analysis - Ellis (Spoiler Alert)

Hi everyone, it’s me again with another analysis.

I'm really happy people are actually enjoyng those, I was always interested on reading character analysis!

This contains spoilers of Ellis route and a few site events! If you would like, you can leave a suggestion on what character you want me to analyse next on the comments!

Ellis grew up in a peaceful village, raised by both of his parents alongside his twin brother. While Ellis was calm and gentle, his brother was full of energy and dreams of exploring the world. They were opposites, but deeply close. Ellis admired his brother’s sense of adventure and cherished the bond they shared.

Everything changed after a tragic accident. A carriage ran over both of his brother’s legs, leaving him permanently unable to walk. His brother fell into a deep depression, losing the fire that once lit up his dreams. Ellis, determined to help, built him a wheelchair. He hoped that by giving him some form of independence, he could bring back a little of the joy he had lost. And for a brief moment, it worked. One afternoon, Ellis took him out for a walk and his brother smiled.

That was when his brother made an impossible request. He asked Ellis to kill him while he was still feeling that moment of happiness, so it could last forever.

He brought his brother’s body back home in the wheelchair. His father was horrified and refused to listen to any explanation. He called Ellis a demon. Ellis left without ever defending himself and never returned home again.

From that day on, Ellis became fixated on the idea that happiness is fragile and temporary. He believed that the only way to truly protect someone’s happiness was to preserve it at its peak. For him, that meant ending their life while they were still smiling. Not out of malice, but because he genuinely believed it was a kindness.

Ellis is kind, helpful, and loved by the people in town. He has a gentle demeanor and is always ready to lend a hand. He goes out of his way to make others happy and never asks for anything in return. But underneath that warmth is a deeper obsession. If he sees someone genuinely happy, a part of him wonders if that is the moment they should stay in forever.

His bond with Jude is built on this logic. Jude once told Ellis that he could take his life when he fulfilled his dream. Ever since, Ellis has stayed by his side, helping him achieve that goal. He says it like a joke, but he fully means it. He truly believes that is how he can show his love.

One of the clearest examples of Ellis’s mindset appears when Kate is injured during his route. While she is temporarily unable to walk, Ellis builds her a wheelchair just like he did for his brother. He takes full responsibility for her care. He feeds her, dresses her, and carries her when needed. It is clear that being depended on gives him a sense of closeness that he craves. He does not force it. He is gentle and respectful. But there is a possessiveness in how devoted he becomes.

This pattern shows up again in seasonal events. In Wrapped in Wicked Romance, Ellis asks Kate how happy she is and gently suggests that maybe this is the moment to stop time. He even offers to be her real boyfriend, hoping it might bring her more joy. Jude’s dialogue the next day hints that if Kate had said she was truly at her happiest she would be dead.

In Underneath the Black Veil, when a cult leader is revealed to be killing couples at the peak of their love, Ellis sees no problem with it. In fact, he suggests some of them might have chosen that fate willingly.

Ellis rarely considers his own happiness. He is always focused on others. His life is not a priority to him. What matters is helping others feel joy, even if that joy is short-lived.

Ellis is soft-spoken and thoughtful. He is not cruel. He genuinely wants people to be happy. But he also believes that happiness cannot last. So if he can freeze it before it fades, he will. His route raises difficult questions about the nature of love, control, and what it means to truly protect someone.

He does not think of what he does as dark. He thinks of it as mercy. And that is what makes him one of the most unsettling yet deeply human characters in the story.

At his core, Ellis shows patterns of codependency and trauma-based obsession. His childhood experiences created a connection between love, happiness, and finality. The one time he was able to make his brother smile again, it ended in death. That moment became a blueprint for how he sees joy. If happiness is rare and fragile, he believes it must be preserved before it fades.

He also shows signs of dissociation. His calm when speaking about death suggest he has disconnected from his own physical and emotional state. His obsessive kindness is not simply generosity. It is a way to manage his pain and feel control over something as unpredictable as joy. He buries his own desires and directs his focus entirely outward, even when it harms him. What looks like devotion is often a form of self-erasure.

[the-record]

COWBOYS LIKE ME

SYNOPSIS: youll never stop letting her in.

PAIRING: cowboy!abby x reader

WARNINGS: none??

A/N: yall remember when i wrote some fics and made a ton of ideas and series and then disappeared??? WOOPS!! heres a little holiday present!! maybe there will be more, idk

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after that last night, abby hadnt shown at your door again. she knew she was wrong for it, for everything. all you had done was love and care for her, treating her with sweet southern kindness. she hated herself for leaving you.

you couldn’t find it within your heart to hate her. she didn’t lie when she said it wasn’t safe for the two of you beyond the farm. it still didn’t make it hurt any less when she left without a word.

you gave up after three months and she didnt come by even once. you fell back into your regular routine. afternoon tea, church, chores. you even found a bookstore that would fill the quiet hours between tasks.

abby didn’t forget about you though, how could she? she had people all around town keeping an eye on you, ensuring you were never around danger. subtle misdirections and such. just because she couldn’t be there didn’t mean she doesn’t care.

you’d attempted to forget her, and almost had.

but it was cold and snowy out, just days before christmas, and abby found herself close to the only place she could call home.

you werent shocked to hear a knock ok your door so late in the evening, figuring one of the ladies had stopped by with news and a gift. but seeing her at your door stopped your heart.

“can i come in?” you ushered her in, taking in her shivering frame. “im really sorry if im putting you out, but could i stay here? just for a night if thats all you please.”

you nodded, just enough to see, still starstruck. she smiled softly and knocked you out of your state. you grabbed the snowy coat off her shoulders, helping her take off those boots you knew didnt do much in this cold. you pulled her to the fire place, setting her beside it and finding a blanket to wrap around her body.

she laughed as you sat beside her, just staring. “gotta love southern hospitality.” she joked, but you barely laughed. abby sighed and picked at her fingers, “i really am sorry. i feel i cant stop hurting you.”

you merely nodded before getting up. heading to the kitchen, your head clouded as you fell into routine. as you put the kettle on, you couldnt help but wonder why she was back on your doorstep. you didnt stop wondering even as you watched the tea steep, when you brought it back to the now warmer blonde.

but when you held it out to her, you didnt let go. “are you gonna leave again?” her silence was answer enough. your hand dropped and you turned, leaving for your room.

abby flinched when your door slammed.

her boots still sat beneath your bed, gathering dust, fingerprints still visible from the last time you missed her. you listened to her footsteps as your fingers brushed all over the shoes.

she roamed the kitchen, cleaning it the best she could before she made her way upstairs. abby didnt want to hurt you. she loved you, even if she struggled to say it. when she knocked she heard a quiet ‘come in’, yet she still hesitated at the door.

the door opened for her. you staring up at her blank face, a tear stain she wanted to wash away and never see again.

“i love you.”

when the sun streamed in the next morning, it didnt fall on just you. a weight slung over your stomach, one of abby’s arms dead weight across you. you couldn’t help but smile.

when it snowed again the next day, the bed was cold, but the house wasn’t. downstairs, abby had the fire going and breakfast on the stove for the both of you.

and when the sun shown and the birds sang months later, she laid in bed watching your peaceful sleep.

her cuts and bruises had long disappeared. that chill she had that made her shake, warmed. the emptiness she had felt for all those years, had been filled with love and care she yearned for her whole life.

she felt it when she saw you.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Headcanon - Backstory AU

Contains mentions of chaotic cannibal nonsense and child harm

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Against all odds, Alastor is good with small children.

Rosie has brought one of her nieces to the hotel with her, and is passing her around. She’s Aunty Rosie to all her citizens, so when one of the hellborns inevitably ends up with an infant, she always gets a chance to love on the little thing. She has eviscerated people for looking at her niblings wrong before.

Vaggie and Charlie are delighted at the little thing, even though it has a Lot and I mean a Lot of teeth. This little darling was a surprise for the cannibal couple that had her, but Lucifer drops in the idea that perhaps it was all the angelic meat they’d consumed. Angel blood, even low tier like the exorcists, did carry the spark of Life and Creation… much the same as Sinners were made of Death and Destruction. 

“Would explain the poor dear’s terrible morning sickness. And afternoon sickness.” Rosie muses.

The King is concerned, Sinners should not be popping out children like that. It could put those little things in danger… knowing what vile creatures some of his citizens were. Didn’t stop him from cooing over something small and sweet and demonic, like his little Charlie once was and, let’s be real, he still saw her as. What a squishy little thing!

He used his feathers to tickle her, not bothered in the least when the baby yanked a few out. He jokes to Charlie that she nearly took a wing right off when she got her strength in!

Vaggie seems hesitant, likely the exorcists didn't spend much time around the children in heaven. She holds the infant like a bomb about to go off. Charlie isn’t much better.

“Hmm, we can try that again in a moment, dears, I will need to feed her now.” Rosie interjects, and pauses, “Actually Al, could you do it? My wrist is still scabbed over from this morning’s feed… but her parents need a break, so who am I to complain?” she laughs. 

Vaggie stiffens as the baby goes to Al. 

“Oh relax Vagatha, little Mira here will be just fine.” He hums, shoving up a sleeve and using a claw to create a rather alarming cut. Charlie goes green.

“Okay, hold on, you can’t give a baby blo-...” she launches forwards as the infant latches her sharp little teeth onto Alastor’s wrist, thoroughly supported by the Overlord’s other arm, even the head postured correctly. Lucifer himself, though sceptical, puts a stop to that action with a hand on Charlie’s arm.

“Honey, the little ball of violent joy is a cannibal… even if we could find infant formula in this Ring, it wouldn’t do much good. At least this way anyone in the town can feed her. Still… I get it’s freaky to watch.” 

Angel chose that moment to walk in, and freeze. “Okay, is this a congratulations thing or one’a those situations where we’re hand-rearing our dinner, cause I have no idea what is happening here?”

Two Overlords glared at Angel, and he cowered back. 

“Okay, okay, congrats on the weird vampire baby that… actually, rewind, where did we get a baby in this place? Thought no one could y’know, Make Life in this Pit.” 

“Well, his Lowness has an idea that this and several other concerning developments around Cannibal town, are likely due to the angelic meat from the extermination. Other than that, we’re rather as surprised as you are… but do come over and meet little Miranda-Claire at your leisure.”

“That’s a weird-ass name, but she’s sorta cute.” Angel responds, getting closer. He hasn’t been in the room with a baby since he was alive, there was always one at a family gathering, it was a big Familia.

 

“I’m given to understand that is the compromise reached with the parents, when they were initially adamant about calling her ‘Miracle’. Although,” Alastor paused, thinking it over, “I do believe they got one over on you Rosie. Mira-Claire is close enough, wouldn’t you say?”

“Oh those foolish cannibals of mine…” sighed Rosie, recognising the play. “I just thought being called Miracle in a place like this wouldn’t be too great at keeping her safe, but… well, my darlings have their own minds at the end of the day, and they make their choices.”

“Wait, back up, did you say there are others expecting in your town?” Lucifer clarifies, his fingers tapping out a panicked message to Belphegor in the group text, seeking medical opinions on this whole shitshow. Ozzie was sending a number of emojis back that implied the sin was intrigued about how the cannibals had made the children, but not… in the way Lucifer was academically curious.

“Indeed, quite a few! Several are rather confused about it, as they have no idea how it happened, like dear Stabitha who only courts other cannibettes, and dear young Goreson, whose wife is understandably confused.” Rosie pauses, her whole body suddenly trembling with malicious glee as she turns to Alastor. His ears twitch in horrified anticipation as her grin went nearly as wide as his own. “And you’d never believe it but… guess who’s expecting?!”

“...NO!”

“YES! And she’s insufferably smug about it too!”

“Ah, perhaps dear Charlotte has been let off the hook, because whatever Susan is carrying MUST be the antichrist… there’s no other explanation.” 

“Exactly!” Rosie dissolves into cackles, and Alastor joins in. 

“BUT SHE’S ANCIENT?!” Charlie shouts, eyes wide and unfocused as she tried to picture an expecting Susan. She can’t bring herself to think the word ‘pregnant’ in the same general vicinity of the woman… even if Susan had been the lynchpin for the whole Extermination support situation. 

“Age is such an oddly fickle thing here, Charlotte, you know that. Why, anyone would assume you were in your twenties to look at you, but chronologically… I expect that you are older than everyone here, save the little majesty over there.”

“Oh yeah. Fair!”

Mira begins to fuss and pulls away to make a frustrated gurgling sound. 

Rosie expertly takes her and flips her about to pat firmly on her small back until the little creature burped. Niffty appearing with a bundle of clothing to change the child into and bouncing up and down in frantic excitement. 

“Can I make her clean? Can I? Can I? Can I?”

“Well, darling, if you do it over here where we can help you if you need it. I understand you haven’t spent much time with little ones…” 

“And freaky-face has? Hah!” Angel laughs, flippantly as he follows Niffty to the conjured blanket on the floor to clean up the child. “Betcha the last time you saw an infant it was sauteed or some shit.”

Vaggie can’t help but laugh, trying to turn it into a cough at the last moment.

Charlie looks aghast at the statement, but with a hint of suspicion there just long enough that Rosie’s expression fell. First hurt, then a snarl.

“Because all cannibals like to eat infants, is that right my poorly mannered fellow?” 

“Oh, er… well, I mean…”

“He didn’t mean it like that, Sovereign Rosie.” Vaggie added, not looking Rosie in the eyes. “It’s just that Alastor does freaky shit all the time, and he teases us, so…”

“Yeah, it ain’t that serious! Just joking, like the time I offered to suck his d-...” Angel interjects, and is cut off by the baby beginning to wail. “Oh, yeah, kid-friendly language. When I offered to-...”

“Enough.” Her voice was everywhere as the room went dark, and people’s bodies locked up. Without looking, Rosie felt her friend shift away into shadows, she could taste the hurt in the tang of his blood. Her powers holding everyone not of royal descent in a momentary pause. She sighs, upset at this breach of etiquette, and released them. “Do forgive me that slip of decorum, my dears, but perhaps watch your tongues before I find a reason to use them for seasoning. Hmmm?” 

“Okay, okay promise not to make baby rib jokes at Smiles or the other cannibals. Got it.” Angel placates. He’s already handled one pissed off overlord today, didn’t want to make it three. “Say, where’s he gone?”

“Ran off like a startled deer, I bet.” Lucifer preens, and feels the hair on the back of his neck rise as Overlord Rosie levels her eyeless gaze at him. She couldn’t hurt him… right? Asking for a friend.

Husk rolls his eyes. “Wouldn’t go poking that bear, if I were you, your Majesty. Boss is a nightmare made flesh when he wants to be and all but he’s weirdly good with kids… specially small ones like her. Happens when you’re the oldest, I guess, you get used to it. I sure had to… not like you can return the little buggers when they’re out.”

Rosie burst into laughter. “Not with that attitude, you can’t!”

“Oh, er, and would any of those hypothetical evil not-deer siblings be down here…?” Lucifer’s thousand yard stare spoke of his internal horror at the idea of multiple Alastors running amuck in his domain. One was enough, thanks. 

“Nah, well, not sure. They make a big fuss on earth about how unbaptised babies are sinners and would go to hell and all. Is that bit true or just some fucked up shit someone decided to put into doctrine?” Husk asks, accidentally allowing his gaze to soften as it fell on Angel trying to placate the sobbing Mira with four hands full of dancing toys. Niffty was wriggling a new set of clothes on the child as he did so.

“They said WHAT?!” Lucifer shouted, hellfire bursting from his tongue in disgust. “What possible crime could an infant even commit?”

“Something about being born evil from the original sin or whatever, but you know, the crazies who follow that line of thinking often also believe that the menstrual cycle was some sort of Heavenly judgement and not just… biology. Church near my town back on earth used to dance with snakes and claim to be the enactors of the lord’s will; liked to wear bleached hoods at night if you get me. And you just know that people like them wrote the literal book they all believe in… so I didn’t put much stock in it.” Husk shrugs, then takes a stern look at Lucifer, before starting to make the man a stiff drink.

“...where would I even PUT that many children?” Lucifer murmurs, as Charlie walks him to the bar, patting his back. 

“Where indeed, little king?” Alastor rematerialised, any trace of the earlier feeding removed and his clothing immaculate once more. He leans against the bar, watching Angel now dual-wielding one sobbing infant and the equally-distraught Niffty, who wasn’t sure why the baby disliked her attempts to keep her tidy. 

Rosie moved to intervene, smoothly. “Here, here, little miss… such a fuss for no reason!” she chides, picking up Niffty and holding her tightly, stroking soft red locks.

Angel brings the baby to the bar, looking uncertain. “I used to be okay with babies, not sure what part of me is setting her off. Is it the fur?”

Alastor tilts his head and a tendril delivers a firm strike to the baby’s back. Another little bubbled burp escapes, and the distress ceases instantly.

“I suspect that all the movement simply unsettled her recent feed, and she needed further burping. Nothing against your personal ability to manage an infant. For someone allegedly full of himself, you certainly can be quite self-conscious can’t you, Angel?” 

“Thank fuc-...dge! Heh, she’s kinda cute when she’s all happy an’ shi-...zz.” Angel dodges the swear words as best he can, after decades of casual use. He bounces Mira delightedly, and she clacks her sharp teeth at him in delight. “Okay, that’s a bit freaky but like… she’s full, right? Cause I think it’d be a bad idea for her to get a taste of me, with all the weird stuff Val was pumping into the air today at the studio.”

“Oh she’s fine, darling, don’t worry. You’ll know if she’s hungry again, but I think between Al and I we can get her unlatch her jaw before anything too vital is lost.”

“Could I hold her again?” Charlie asks, looking wistfully at the little creature. Behind her, Vaggie’s fingers twitch, eager to have another chance as well.

“I don’t see why not, Charlie dear, but I will need to get back to my silly people within the next hour or so. They can start doing the strangest things when I’m away too long… and with Susan so unexpectedly... blessed, I doubt she is paying close attention to any antics happening in my absence.” 

“On the bright side, the lack of screams of the eviscerated do indicate no one has gone on a feeding frenzy yet!” Alastor laughed back. “Though there is still time, if some enterprising young hunter wanted to try their hand at testing the boundaries…”

Lucifer looked between the overlords sandwiching him at the counter, and then over to Charlie, Vaggie and Mira. He frowns, a faint nostalgic smile on his face, recalling Lillith with baby Charlie.

“Were there any other side effects you’ve noticed from the… post-extermination feast? Aside from the apparently miraculous string of pregnancies? There weren’t say, 66 of them, were there?” He half-jokes, panicking internally.

“Why, just a general heightened cheerfulness amongst the populace. And rest assured the number is well below twenty in total, I promise. Unless you need it to be more… I have some of the meat and products left in the deep freezers we can haul out. Anything for King and country, eh, Alastor?”

“...well, it wouldn’t do to allow Susan to hog the spotlight, would it?” He grinned back at Rosie. “Thy will be done and all, little majesty.” 

“What-... no-... please whatever you do, no more angel meat until I’ve asked Belphegor about it. We don’t want to do anything that might set off a seal.” The desperation in his tone was aimed more at the idea of having to compete for Charlie’s attention with two theoretically pregnant overlords at once, and knowing he’d never win that little contest. Not now Charlie knew how adorable babies were. 

The overlords threw back their heads and laughed, dissipating the tension as Lucifer realised neither had been serious. Damn, he needed to get better at reading people… all that time cooped up in the palace had atrophied his bullshit detecting skills.

Husk reached across the bartop to stroke the child’s cheek, tail swishing in excitement as she grabbed his claw. “Okay, that’s pretty cute, kid. You think maybe her parents would mind us spending more time with her as she grows? Nowhere safer than here, if you think about it.” 

“Why husker, are you volunteering to babysit? I could add it to your roster, if that’s what you prefer.” 

“Ah, can it Al, you want the little miss here as much as I do. Could be fun to have a bunch of little cannibals and cannibettes bobbing about the place, might be the only time it ever happens down here.”

“...how bold of you, Husker. Though, true, it could be fun… as long as dear Rosie agrees?” 

“Boys, I promise that these poor sinners of mine will be bursting through your wall at all hours to drop off the children for a moment’s peace very soon. As delighted as they are this has been quite the surprise, and rather distressing for more than a few people.”

“Splendid!” Alastor claps his hands, leaning over Lucifer toward Rosie as if to share a secret, and not simply to piss off the King trapped between respective chests. “Now I hear that you-...”

The side wall blasts inwards explosively, electricity sparking in all directions. 

For one horrifying split second, everyone is hurled across the room and baby Mira seems flies free of Charlotte’s hands as the Princess is dazed by a chunk of foundational concrete. 

Vaggie reaches out to grab the child, but it is Alastor's shade who moves fastest, snatching the child out of harm’s way before anyone can blink. 

With a spine-chilling cervine shriek, the area floods with shadow as a very ticked-off Overlord expands to fit the confines of the room, looming over the no-longer-triumphant looking Vox he is pinned to the floor with a massive hand. A ludicrously small looking infant cradled carefully in the other.

“H33y you fuckee33r, fi111ght fair!” Vox growls, screen fritzing around the cracked screen. Building a charge to blast the other through the pinning appendage. “T111me3 to pay fff-4444our that little stunt with mmmm-my show!”

“V̶̪̠̩́̌͌̊͂̕O̶̢̯̯̹̮̮̰̟̠̭̦̔̋͊͑͋̆̋͒̅͘Ẍ̵̲̲̹̜͕̫̫͖̠͍́̇̒́̿́̎̅̌̊”

“Oh fuckkkkk o0000ff with thaaatttt…”

Charlie, stunned but regaining her sense of stability, is helped upright by Vaggie. 

Her father hovers frantically about her, and notices the smear of blood down her temple, the dazed look in her eyes, and he sees red.

 

“☠ S̶̠̣̲͂I̷̜͝N̸̳̰̰̱̾̋N̸͉̽̈́Ẻ̵̖̯̊R̸͇̪̈́̊̅͝,̴͓͍̲̦͍́̆ ̶̹̮̘̲̤̅̉̔Y̶͈͑͆́̊̚o̸̭̽̀u̸͉̯͕̯̘͊̈́̂̓͊ ̷̫̫̳͗͆̇ͅD̸͈̲͒̂̍́͘͜À̸̡̡̜͚̪R̴̺̻̈́͛ͅË̶̡̦̯̼͎́̆͂͊D̸̛̠̱̖̻̘̏͑͋̐ ̶͉̗́t̶͉̲͍̠̄̈̊͝ȯ̷͖̎͑ ̵̘̞̫̤̏͋̔a̴̼̩̋t̴̨̼̻͖̑̐̀t̷̝͈̩̝̀̋͊ͅa̸̯̳̋̔͜ͅc̸̹̖̔̍̂k̶̟̓ ̷̺͆̑̎͝a̸͔̩̪̐ ̷̟͍͈͍́p̵̟̖̘̄̓̅͘l̴̨̨̛͕̰̆͌͐͜ã̴̻͇̲̱̺c̴̬͚͉͓̉͋̀̄̊ȩ̷̹́ ̸͔̒̈́ü̷̳̻̤͆̑ṇ̷͍͔͈̈́͝d̶͖͕̮́ẻ̸̖͓̥̠r̷̢͇̰̩̈́͐̈́́͜ ̴̨̩͈̟͈̽t̴̢̨̫̀͌͘ͅẖ̶̰͙̙̗͊͌ē̴̦̪̼̘͒̉̃̕ ̵̹̗̣̠͇̀̿͑͝r̶̛̲̝̒̒̕u̴̯̤̒̓̍̇l̸̻͓̓̐̕͝ȅ̵̝̌ͅ ̸͇̭̗̞͎̇ō̵̧̟͍̻̉͝f̷͓͎̍̽͊̈ ̸̟͙̮̋̈m̷̘̑̅͐͗̕y̶̠͚̙̾̓́ ̸̨̼̖͖͙̾̈́ḍ̷̛̠͐̈́å̸̭̱̠͔̮͗͠͝ǘ̸̙̤́͝g̴̢̘̗̝̐h̶̗͎̗͋́̋͂́t̶͖̝͍̃́e̶̦̟̫̱̿́͐̎r̴̯͕̟͂̆̄?̴͎͊̃̀͆͜ ̷̬̪͚͖̽̎U̶̬̒̃̎n̶̘̙̣̂̃͐ͅd̷͈̠̽ȩ̵̘͎̲̭̋̌ṛ̸͓͎͈͕͑̑̄ ̷̛̹̻͛͘ͅm̶̡̯̺̻̭͌y̷̜̌̈́͂̀̚ͅ ̷̮͝ṕ̸͎͍̭͕̍͒̓r̶̟̱̖̋ô̷̗̓̐̾t̸̩̣͊͐͗̑͜͝ẹ̸̦͇͚̞̿͂c̷̜͠t̸̼͖̋͐̃î̴̢̙͕͇͕̔̀͆́ö̸̻́͛n̷̨̧̺̣̤͝?̸̧͕̆!̵̰̿̽͗̆ ☠”

Vox realises he fucked up and tried to escape. He’d come to fight Alastor, for knocking out his towers earlier that day… not face down the Devil himself.

“Y000our Maje33s555ty, I can expla- pla-plain…” he glitches harder, casting about for any spark he could use to leave the situation.

“You disappoint me, Vox. I always thought you better than this, lowering yourself to some petty attack in the middle of the day… and I assure you, it would not do to test my patience for you, dear. I am starting to grow… H̵̳̞͚̥͈̬̦̳̹̤̳̃̈́̉͂̈̔̍͂̓́̚͜ͅͅǘ̸̞̆͑̒̔͐̕n̶̡̳͇̹̟̤͕̬͍̻͚̝̬͛͜ḡ̸̡̨̗͍̭̺̠̞͇̻̺̃̄̽̈́̑̏̈́̏̐̚r̶̬̖͌͐̊̍͗͘ͅy̸̗̞̖̠̝̯̫̍́͛͐.” Rosie intones, and Vox looks about three seconds from Blue Screening… or ruining his pants. 

Alastor makes a disgusted sound, his static filling the air with warning klaxxons as baby Mira shifts in his hand and expresses her disgruntlement at the noise. He pulls back the hand holding Vox to the floor as it is clear the TV was enjoying this near death situation far more than anyone involved preferred.

“Leave, Vox. Or I shall enjoy feasting on what remains when his Majesty and Alastor are finished with you.” She orders, standing tall over him now. She claps at him, “SHOO.”

He hurls himself at a sparking wire from the busted wall, disappearing down the line  as hellfire singes where he was. 

Lucifer is seething, but he’s marked down that sinner’s name and face. He had all of eternity to ensure that such a creature didn’t get away with harming his Charlotte… speaking of, he hastens to her side.

Rosie, meanwhile, is taking little Mira and handing her off to Husk. Angel has Niffty in several arms and is stroking her hair. It’s a little more for him, at this point, anxiety about retribution from Val high in his worries right now. 

“Now deerling, you need to settle down as well because she’s fine… and Charlie’s fine too. See, Husk has her… she didn’t get hurt, your shadow saw to that.” Rosie soothes, as Alastor began to shrink down again. “See? Totally fine!” 

“...ah, excellent. Do excuse me.” He murmured, and disappeared into shadow.

“Blast, now I have to trek through his bayou in my nice boots. Husker, can you handle Mira for a moment longer? Excellent, good chap.” Rosie orders, sidestepping some shadow poppets that arrived for the wall. She pauses, glaring menacingly at the wing obstructing the way as if she was tallying the risks of biting his Majesty for the sheer pique of him holding up her egress.

“Hey, hang on… firstly are you okay?” Lucifer asks, and at once you can see the angel he was glowing behind the years of torment and self-hatred. “I retained a small vestige of my healing, I can help if you need me to. The child is fine, she didn’t even get dust on her.”

“Sire, I’m fine, but I do need to go and visit my deer friend before he goes on a rampage. Vox really crossed the line today, and over one of their little spats, honestly I have no idea why I don’t just eat the pair of them.” She grumbles, storming up the stairs with the King hovering behind. He’s not really doing this altruistically, its more curiosity at this point, but she’ll take it.

“So… what’s eating the bellhop?”

“I’d prefer, Majesty, if you refrained from antagonising him for the moment. This whole situation has stirred up something that I will mention, but ask for your discretion about, as I would have to eat you should you try and use it against him in this whole dick measuring contest you two have going.” 

He nearly falls out of the air hearing Rosie swear like that. It just… caught him off guard, is all.

“I-... er, yeah, okay. I mean, I was ready to end Box for hurting Charlie, but she’s my daughter and I’d burn down Heaven for her if I had to. What’s up with spooky in the swamp?”

“It’s a sad little story, but the gist of it was that he was never an only child… just the only one that grew up. Some never took their first breaths, their bodies already bruised from their father’s fists and their mother too frail to give them what was needed… and just the one little girl made it beyond that fragile measure. A little sister that brought joy into a place of torment and violence, who was doted on and cared for primarily by a brother barely older than her.”

Alastor will never tell you more than that, and it is not my place to share the parts around the cruelty of his father, the suffering of his mother, and all of the townsfolk who let it happen because it was easier than interfering. What I can say, is that despite the best efforts of my fawn-dest friend, babies cry… and violent men dislike things out of their control.”

Lucifer thought about his little Charlie, and his stomach dropped. 

“The little girl was dashed into the wall, you see. Have you ever seen a baby strike something solid like that? They have no chance… no way to defend against it. She didn’t even cry out, and that silence was so profound I am certain it had something to do with the manifestation of Alastor’s static ambiance. He hates when it’s too quiet.”

“...fuck.” Lucifer choked out, gorge rising. “I-... I would have killed someone for less.”

“Oh, never you mind, Majesty, he definitely murdered that man. Twice. You can hear his screams in the background of any broadcast if you know who to listen for.” Rosie grins, pushing open the door and shooing off the shadow as it leapt at Lucifer. “Come now, we’re here to help. In anycase, sire, the damage was already done… I think that perhaps today was a step too far for anyone to handle. Babies in Hell of all things, and then the one he’s even tangentially attached to is launched at a wall… I thought he was going to break the hotel in half with his panicked response.”

“...I… I didn’t even think about the baby, I was looking at Charlie.” 

“Understandable, of course, she is very much Your Baby and a delightful young lady at that. She was safe, you saw him put a tendril between the Princess and Vox, I’m certain. And I would have stepped in if needed.” 

“So, there’s a swamp in here… where do we look?”

“Oh, I know the place, it’s just a shame the place is so realistic.” Rosie laments her boots’ fate and storms in looking for her friend. “You’d better be decent, I’m coming in!” she yells, startling a laugh from somewhere nearby.

“Not a day in my life, Rosie…” echoes around them in the mist. 

Rounding a clump of mangroves, they find a mossy alcove under a large, sprawling tree that seems to be both a seat and a large bowl style bed. One might fit at least four Angel Dusts in there if they curled up a little.

Alastor was sitting there with his face in his hands, bloody gouges trailing from under his eyes down his cheeks. Reopening as they tried to close.

Rosie smacks his hands away. “Enough of that!”

Heart 2 Heart style talk about how everyone is okay.

Lucifer is awkward about it.

Rosie offers to use her power to settle Alastor to sleep, but he refuses, stating he wanted to check on the child one more time.  Lucifer mentions that a drop of his blood could do the same, if he imbues it right, and Alastor makes a quip about the king clearly trying to get him pregnant at the exact moment Niffty races past. Ensuring the rest of the hotel gets a messy version of it.

Checks on little Mira, she’s FINE.

Banter. Insistence that Susan is carrying the true antichrist and they need to let Heaven know to avoid hostilities. Rosie collects the child and heads back to Cannibal Town.

Husk asks if things are fine? Subtly. 

Yes. The wall is almost completed.

Once Rosie is out of sight, Angel receives an aggressive call from Valentino, calling ‘his whore back to work’ and telling him to give up any plans on walking for the next week because Vox came back pissed. He needed someone to play with… etc.

“Oh, let him know you’re coming, Angel. I’m sure we could escort you there.”

“Please don’t get me in trouble with Val…”

“My good man, he can’t hurt you if he’s DEAD, can he?”

Epilogue of Lucifer and Alastor having a conversation where it is slowly revealed that they are standing in the decimated ruins of V tower, twitching masses of viscera are left of their adversaries. 

Shell shocked Angel standing there, half horrified and half aroused. 

“Okay, I know the answer was no the first time I said it, but can I PLEASE suck ya-...”

“NO” unified response.

“Hey, your loss.” He shrugs, texting Cherri the good news. “Well, if ya change ya mind ‘Boss’, just know I can probably get ya pregnant with more accuracy than Short King there…” 

The sinner howls with laughter as he dashes off, at the truly scandalised expression on Alastor’s face. The temptation to yank him back by the soulchain was… strong.

“Oh come on… I could too get you pregnant,” Lucifer whines. Getting him a glare. “I mean theoretically. Had this whole argument with Lillith before Charlie, but she insisted… and well, let me tell you the whole process is No Joke. I love Charlie, but never again.”

“...that explains a lot about both of you.”

“I spill the best kept secret in hell and you backhand it at me. You’re infuriating!”

“I aim to tease, your majesty.” Alastor grins. He glances up at the pentagram in the sky. “So, it appears that things are changing once more, and of all the plagues to cast upon us… Hell is full of cannibal infants. Is there anything in that little book about that?”

“Er, I didn’t like how fictionalised it was, so I never finished it. No one said begat by the way, except maybe Uriel once when he made a joke about how he be-getting tired of hearing self-serving prayers.” Lucifer glanced up, then bac at the sinner. “Not the worst thing that could happen, I suppose… and hey, if Charlie’s program works, maybe we can get them upstairs and eating angels soon too.”

There’s a pause. “You know, I’m sure your sister is up there, with your mother… never had anyone under thirteen fall here, and that was a very specific circumstance. Msot teens get a pass because they’re all naturally little monsters… er, I’m bad at sympathising, but I hope you get what I mean.”

“Oh, I do… but watching you fumble was fun.”

“Fuck you.”

“I thought we’d moved past the impregnation discussion sire, I’m starting to suspect you have ulterior motives here…” Alastor quips back, stepping atop what was left of Vox’s severed screen as they began to walk back to the hotel.

“Oh you fucker-...”

“Alas, again I must decline, my short-statured sovereign. Many thanks for your consideration, but I dont believe I own a step-stool of the right height to facilitate anything salacious betwixt us. Ah, a pity…” 

“...I can’t think of anything you won’t twist into something fucked up…” Lucifer admits, cringing slightly as a hunk of what may have been Valentino once slipped off a nearby neon sign and landed at his feet. “Heh, guess that moth guy had guts after all… they’re on my shoes.”

Alastor can’t help but snort in response.

“Why little majesty, I do believe I could come to like you if you continue to amuse like this.”

“Excellent, you’re falling for my fantastic sense of humour already. So when I do decide to end you, you won’t see me coming!”

“Sire, given the lack of a step stool, I wouldn’t be seeing you coming in any circumstance…” Alastor deadpans, and flits up the street in his shade to stand next to a stunned-looking Angel Dust. Cherri Bomb is rolling on the pavement beside him, howling with laughter.

Lucifer sputters, grinning and furious that the red haired bellhop had somehow outmanoeuvred him in their little game of wordplay. He’s trying to slap something together on the fly, and finding nothing.

“Come along, your Lowness, I believe Charlie is cooking dinner tonight. At least one person capable of putting out an industrial fire should be present, for the sanctity of the hotel.”

“Hey, I taught Char-Char to cook. She’s fine at it!”

“...nah I’m with Smiles. That girl is amazing as long as you can force down charcoal flavoured whatever it was supposed to be at every meal. No idea how Vaggie manages it. There’s love, and then there’s that codependent mess…” Angel adds.

“

[Find way to end]

[honeytama]

coming out as bisexual + pride fest headcanons 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

noah sebastian/bad omens x gender neutral! reader

a/n: *ty to @hedonists for the pic and @exitwoundsx & @somewhere-diamond for the ideas. also, if someone wants to write more on this please do. i'm gonna be feral all month long.

content: fluff and a lil bit of bi anxiety

coming out as bisexual

noah and yourself have been together for a few months

the beginning of your relationship felt like a honeymoon, but lately you’ve felt somewhat closed off and anxious

there was tension between you two up until having your first argument

the argument was about something silly, really, it could be fixed with just a bit more communication

but once you've made up, you take the chance of demonstrating your trust in him and your need to share your feelings by coming out to him, finally

“oh, you’re bi?,” his eyebrows raise. “is that why you’ve been acting weird? you wanted to tell me?” he smiles.

you confirm that’s why and tell him you didn’t want to hide that side of your life from him anymore. you felt better having opened up to him, but you didn't want him to think any differently of you.

“i understand. you're still, Y/N, to me..." he pauses. "um, what does being bi mean for you?” he asks, curious.

you explain what it means to you and explain that you still love him no matter your attraction to another gender.

“you love me, Y/N?” he smiles, wide. he looks like he’s won the lottery.

you say yes, begrudgingly. knowing he’ll tease you about it for the next week.

“i love you, too,” he takes his hand in yours. “thank you for telling me. i love everything about you, just so you know. your sexuality doesn't change who you are or how I feel about you. i'm proud of you for being honest with me, and for being true to yourself.”

a weight falls right off your shoulders and you finally feel like you can breathe.

"i'm here for you always."

going to pride fest with bad omens

with pride month coming around the corner, you get brave and ask your friends to come with you to pride fest in that city this weekend

of course, you say “if you don’t want to go, it’s totally okay” or “sorry, I’m just really excited.”

but noah assures you not to apologize. “yeah, that would be fun. we’d love to go with you. you’ll just have to show us the ropes,” you hear noah laugh over the phone.

june rolls around and you're at your place with your friends from bad omens getting ready to head out to the festival in the afternoon

folio brought his own kaleidoscope glasses and will choose to wear iridescent glitter on his shoulders and cheeks. he opts to apply it himself.

jolly decides he wants his hair in braids after hearing how hot it will be, so noah and you help him braid his hair into pigtails. he chooses from one of the pride tees you have in your closet. maybe "be gay, do crime"

nicky is super jealous of folio's glasses, but he distracts himself by letting you paint on his arms different pride flags. he makes a joke about him being the one being tattooed this time. his shirt says, "lesbians eat what?!"

noah really wants to go shirtless.

you don't allow him to, knowing he'll burn and regret it in the morning.

so he opts to wear a classic white tank. nicholas and you team up to give noah a glitter middle part in his hair.

the fest ends up being a blast and you feel so supported by your friends

they all follow around like ducks and ask you questions when they're curious

their favorite parts are the parade and the drag queen performances

you even had them stop at an atm before the fest to get some cash to tip the queens

AHHHH my heart

[itspikamefan]

Save the Tiger Unquoted; Cold as Ice

(This wasn't a request but I wanted to write the discovery of (REDACTED)'s body in Chapter 3 of Save the Tiger. Why? Bored. Mostly. And hey! You all seem to like my little AU! So why not? Anyways enough of my yapping let's get INTO THE STORY!)

(Harada's POV)

...Cold...

Keizou hadn't really been all that familiar with the feeling... He'd experience a nasty winter once or twice, but there was always a place he could go to stay warm...

Here... There was nothing. He was trapped in the world's Largest Freezer, the temperature dropping day by day... until...

...He could barely think... So much had happened... And where had he been? Goofing off with Sawa?

He should have been there... He should have helped Wada... Or Hayashi... or... Chiba...

...He didn't mean to start crying... He was just... so cold...

A little "Mrrp." briefly brought him out of his thoughts. Sawa wriggled her way into his arms, cuddling against him for Warmth. What little Warmth he had left...

...Was it even worth it to get up?

Nobody would care if he died from the Cold... If he went missing... Sawa maybe would get a few tears, but him?...

Harada looked at the bed side table, on it was a single pendant resting calmly... next to a newly taken Photo...

...Yukino... Hama...Chiba

...

He had to get up... He knew he did... It was difficult... Every part of his body didn't want to move, but he forced himself up. Sawa lept from his arms, now circling his feet as Harada made his heavy steps towards the door, still circled in his blanket.

He grabbed the doorhandle and pushed the door outwaard, a wave of cold air hitting his face. He forgot how many vents were out here...

With shuddering steps, he walked forward, expecting to be alone in the halls... Until...

"Keizou?"

Harada glanced up, and saw Ojima walking by, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Oh... Takeshi... Good Morning..." Harada says, putting on a weak smile.

"It's 1 o'clock in the Afternoon."

"O-oh... Is it? Sorry, I've been... trying to stay warm, I guess."

"Really? Cause you look like you're on the verge of Hypothermia..."

"...Sorry..."

"Don't apologize! Just... Look, let's find you a place to warm up, ok?"

"Warm who up?"

Another voice... Harada turned around... Chiba and... Him...

"Hama?" Keizou asked weakly.

"Harada!" Chiba shouts, rushing forward and wrapping Harada in a hug. Sawa lets out a few cries of joy as she nuzzles against Chiba's legs.

"H-hey Chiba..." Harada waves.

"Where have you been?! We've been looking for you all day! ...Well, you and Okazaki. But still!"

"I was just... curled up in my room again..."

"Again?" Hama asks. "Seriously, bro. You gotta stop doing that."

"I-It's fine... I'm out now."

"Yeah, but you look like a Popsicle." Hama sighs.

Before Keizou can react, Hama pushes Chiba to the side (Much to her annoyance) and wraps Harada in a hug, pressing his face directly against Hama's...

...Keizou suddenly felt a lot warmer...

"There... You feel warmer now? I tried to use my demon arm to heat up my core." Hama says.

Harada stays silent, his mind racing with thoughts, most of which he was sure were condemning him to hell.

"...Hello?" Hama asks.

"...Huh? Oh! Right! Yeah, that uh... that helped. Thanks." Harada says, feeling a bit more perky.

"Damn, one hug from Hama perked you up that much? I want one of those." Ojima jokes.

"Me too! I want a hug!" Chiba cheers.

"You already had your hug, Chiba. I only have so much heat to spare, even with my fiery arm." Hama complains.

"Awww!" Chiba huffs.

"Well, now that it seems we're all awake, any ideas on what we should do today?"

"I was thinking... Maybe we could use the Incinerators like a Campfire? We've got two of them, so if we split into two groups of six, we should be able to use them without too much crowding." Harada suggests.

"Oooh! Yeah! And we could grab some marshmellows, and Cookies, and Chocolate, and make some smores!" Chiba suggests.

"I could really go for a Smore right now." Hama says.

"Me too." Ojima smiles. "Anything else though? Not that your idea was bad, Harada, I just like exploring our options."

"Fair enough." Harada shrugs.

"...Maybe we could use the candles?" Chiba suggests

"Candles?" Hama asks.

"From the storage room! Hiroaki used them the other day to host a funeral for Sasaki. I think he might have done one for Kamimura and Hasegawa too..."

"Damn... The guy treats the dead better than he treats us." Hama says.

"It's not that... He just... has trouble expressing his meaning sometimes. You notice he was quiet as a Mouse all of Yesterday. And at Breakfast. He's trying..." Ojima says.

"I guess..."

"The candles sound nice though. Having a little flame to carry everywhere would certainly make the cold more bearable." Harada says.

"Then let's grab those first. We'll get the candles, and meet up with everyone in the cafeteria for the Incinerator Idea." Ojima says. "Chiba, where did Hiroaki host his... funeral?"

"In the Medbay!"

The group nods in affirmation as they follow the Child Star out to the Medbay. As they approach the door though, they notice something peculiar.

"Huh... The candles are lit?" Ojima asks

"Must be Hiroaki holding that funeral for Ken and Kazutoshi." Harada comments.

"But... it looks like there's someone inside... Laying on one of the beds..." Ojima mutters.

"Probably Hayashi then..." Hama says.

"She's gonna be real pissed when she finds out Hiroaki used her body in a makeshift funeral." Chiba says.

"Probably..."

As Ojima reaches his hand out to open the door, Harada suddenly got a feeling of dread inside him. It was like voices whispering in his head, telling him not to look... Telling him that he didn't want to see what's inside. However, out of Deadly Curiosity... He peeked inside nonetheless.

On the bed, surrounded by flowers, candles, and the stench of Medicine, Hiroaki was laying peacefully.

"The hell?" Ojima says

"Did he sleep here?" Hama asks.

"That's definitely a weird way for someone to sleep..." Chiba mutters.

"Yeah, wonder why he-"

Click

Bzzzzzzzzzzzt

...

The air vent... shut off

"Hang on... Did... Did the cold air just stop blowing?" Hama asks, his face starting to pale.

"But that's impossible... The only way Monomoko said she would shut off the air is if.... If..." Ojima's face turns from confusion to fear as his eyes widen.

"No... it can't be! No!" Chiba cries out, suddenly understanding the dread.

BZZZT

"Attention All Students..."

"Oh god... No no no no no no no." Ojima mutters, rushing over to Hiroaki.

"But he was.... There's no way he'd just..." Harada mutters.

"Hiroaki! Wake up! Nakamigawa! Please! WAKE UP NAKAMIGAWA!!!"

"A body has been discovered..."

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[rafayelsss]

Heyo! I love your Rafie fics! I was wondering if you would like to write a fanfic where S/I doesn't like rain. Like she jokes about them feeling like "watery knives", but even if she doesn't like rain too much... She plays in it just to see fish boyo happy even though she is grumbling.

Idk just wanna see Rafayel be a tease more. Lol thank you for your hard work!

my first official request on this blog!! tysm for requesting! i had fun with this one bc i love him

SINGIN’ IN THE RAIN ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

content: rafayel x gn!reader (was meant to be fem but in the end no gendered terms were used), no y/n, raf gets a cold at the end

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Rafayel somehow convinces you into the rain with him.

The streetlamps scattered around glowed in contrast to the dimly lit afternoon sky, hues of indigo and rouge signaling the beginning of a cold, familiar night in Linkon City.

And what would be a familiar night without Rafayel at your side?

He’s slowly and surely weaseled his way into your routine strolls, in which he now accompanies you whenever he has the time to. Strangely, he always has free space in his schedule for you, which he insists is a coincidence, or that it was simply fate that brought you two together once more.

“So what’s our next stop? The bakery downtown for the third time this week?” Rafayel asked, balancing himself on the curbs of the sidewalk.

“Second, actually.” You corrected quickly with a glare. “Besides, you didn’t have to come along today either… Stop complaining.”

Rafayel feigned mock offense, bringing a hand to his chest as he shook his head. “And leave you all alone in this vast, wide, big and scary city? No way. How could you ever live without me?”

You actually could very well live without him. But he’s too cute to leave, unfortunately.

“I can handle myself just fine, Rafie… You can leave if you don’t want to be he-”

Rafayel cuts through your sentence swiftly. “No thanks.”

Before you could even open your mouth to raise more questions as to what he exactly means by that plain and final answer, your words are diluted by the sudden downpour of rain above.

You watch as most people around you run for shelter from the rain, some more prepared ones opening their umbrellas and calmly carrying on with their day. Being a part of the unlucky few that didn’t bring one, you drag Rafayel to a nearby bus stop.

“Weird… They said it’d be cloudy at most today.” You muttered under your breath, the top of your head already wet, water dripping off the strands of hair.

Rafayel chuckles at you drenched state. “When were weather forecasts ever 100%? This is why you have to think of every possibility.”

“Oh? Does this mean you brought an umbrella?” You raised a brow at him expectantly. If he was so confident, then surely…–

“Nope.”

You stared at him in sheer, unbridled disappointment and confusion. “What do you mean, ‘nope’?”

“I was going to bring an umbrella,” Rafayel paused for effect to tap on his chin to ponder for half a second. “but it looks like I forgot. I was so excited to see you again that it completely slipped out of my mind.”

“You…” You inhaled sharply and exhaled back out deeply to keep your blood pressure steady.

He flashes you a grin in an attempt to be a little apologetic, but it was obvious he wasn’t one bit.

“How am I supposed to go home with the weather this bad?” You looked up at the sky, the rain still unrelenting in its showers. You didn’t know how long it would last, and it was getting rather late into the day already.

Rafayel tilts his head at you and grabs a hold of your wrist, stepping forward from under the cover of the bus stop and into the drizzling skies. “We make a run for it, duh.”

He says it as if it’s such an obvious solution, one you should have thought of much sooner.

“We could get a cold, and I don’t look forward to walking past the front door soaked from head to toe!” You argue, disapproving of such a reckless idea. But then again, you’d be lying if his suggestion didn’t pique some sort of interest within you. “And it feels like a bunch of watery knives raining down from up above.”

“Don’t worry, if you flap your limbs, dance and doge around enough, and run as fast as you can, you’ll be able to deflect its attacks. And… A little rain never hurt anyone.”

Rafayel eagerly awaits your answer, but you both knew you didn’t have the heart to turn him down if he kept looking at you with those sparkling purple eyes, practically begging for you to accept and loose a little.

His hand slid down from your wrist to your hand, intertwining your fingers together lightly. You return his gesture with a smile.

“Okay, fine.”

—

The next morning, you receive a text message from Rafayel.

Rafayel poked you

Rafayel: [im dying]

You: [Told you you’d get sick.]

Rafayel: [dun u want me to get better? come here and nurse me back to health urself]

—

[dodorimo]

something old, something new - part 2

continuation to this. Raphtav. 1.6k

Raphael actually appears here. Car sex ensues.

AO3 link

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“Can we expect little ones soon?”

The coffee spews out of her mouth in a perfect arch. For an instant, she must’ve looked like one of those tacky, fish-like water fountains you often see in gardens.

Did Astarion wait until she took a big sip so she would make an even bigger mess? The bastard.

Tav quickly assesses the damage. Her new clothes have been spared, thankfully. The same couldn’t be said for the restaurant's table.

Their shopping spree had been a success. Somewhere along the way, Astarion convinced her she was in dire need of new jewelry, which brought up the matter of her complete lack of proper beachwear, and so on. There were almost too many bags to carry, all of them were from different brands: Hermès, Tiffany, Dior, Sephora (that last one was a little self-indulgence of hers).

“We’ve too much on our plate to worry about kids,” she said, grabbing a napkin to clean up her mess.

Raphael as a father? Hell would first freeze over.

“When you say ‘we’ do you mean ‘we both individually’ or ‘we’ as in ‘I don’t want it’?” He emphasizes his point by making quotation marks with his fingers. “With how quickly he put a ring on it, you’d think he’s plugging you full every night.”

And there goes the last sip of her coffee. Out of her mouth.

The lewd picture he conjured aside, she had to disagree that it was really that fast. Four months of dating is a perfectly reasonable amount of time for people over 30. Right? … Right?

“‘We’ as in ‘we’ have no vocation to be parents.”

“Hm. A shame.” Astarion makes a face. “Some would argue you two are too pretty for your union not to bear fruit,” he says and takes a bite off his ice cream… A bite. With his teeth. She’s pretty sure this is the first time she’s seen anyone do that.

“What’s your excuse?” she deflected. “You should’ve an army of nose-pickers by now.”

That managed to shut him up.

She seizes the opportunity to lazily scroll through her social media feed. All afternoon, she and Astarion joked about all the ways Raphael would get back on her for her (presumably) dress transgression. They had plenty of ideas: he would send her a text (signed with his initials, as he usually does), then come pick her up in his limo to give her a ‘stern talking to’. All meaningless jest, of course. With no basis in reality. None.

That's why when the notification pops up on her screen, she thinks it's her mind playing tricks on her. But the more she stares at it, the less likely it is to go away.

[17h14]  ❤︎ Million Dollar Man ❤︎ said: I’m outside - R

“Guess you're going to have to hitch a ride on your own now.” She tilts her phone so Astarion can read the message too. “Mine just arrived.”

Astarion sends her a look over his silver-rimmed sunglasses. He doesn’t seem fazed. “Oh my. Speak of the devil.”

They say their goodbyes (and in his case, good luck) and then she’s off to search for her fiancée. It doesn’t take long. In fact, it doesn’t take time at all. Parked at the front of the street and taking up most of the space is a black limousine.

Why the limousine today and not one of his many sports cars? She would’ve more luck making sense of a physics problem.

The car takes off the moment she gets in. She holds on to her seat to keep from tipping over. Gods, she forgot how fast those things were.

She remembers her first ride. The giddy smile on her face. Do you see me now, mother? It seems almost banal now.

Sitting across from her, Raphael is a sight worthy of a magazine cover. He’s dressed in a three-piece black suit today, with a burgundy tie and a golden watch on his wrist.

In other words, he’s looking every inch the filthy rich man he is.

Tav almost feels bad about her waist-high jeans and loose ponytail. Almost.

“You have coffee on your shirt,” are his first words to her.

And, just like that, all her goodwill goes out the window. She tactfully adjusts her hair so it covers the offending stain. “Hello to you too,” she mumbles.

Something is plaguing him today. His fingers drum on his thigh in a frantic staccato. Whatever he wanted to say to her, he didn’t like it at all. Thankfully, she finds out soon enough.

“I need a plus one for today’s inauguration party.”

“But I thought that was…”

“Taken care of?” He waves a dismissive hand. “So did I. Change of plans. Out of my control.” Annoyance reduced his usual flowery language to a series of short sentences. That bad, huh.

Today is her day off. He’s in big trouble.

“You’ll be thoroughly rewarded.” This is the closest he’d come to pleading with her.

The effort is good enough. She nods, a small smile playing on her lips.

Raphael lets out a sigh and it's as if the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders. She’s still staring at him expectantly, though. Was that really all?

“So… you didn’t come for the dress?”

For some reason, he found this hilarious. “Why? Is there something you wish to tell me, my dear?”

She doesn’t have to answer. The car slows down; they’ve arrived at their destination. His penthouse, by the looks of it. The one on the main street, to be more specific.

“Daniella will brief you on the details when you get there.” The mirth he showed earlier is gone. He’s all business now.

“You’re not staying?”

“I have other matters to attend to before the party. I’ll meet you there.” He moves to open the door.

“Wait.” She holds his wrist and looks at him in the eye, hoping her pouty lips and pleading gaze would convey her meaning.

Fortunately for her, it does.

Raphael tastes like whiskey and freshly picked cherries. The kiss starts slowly, a mere touch of lips, before evolving into something more intense, passionate. She gets lost in him, in the feeling of his body pressing against hers and his hand cupping her breast.

He pulls away suddenly. He almost seems angry at her, with his ragged breath and furrowed brow. She hears the door closing with a soft click.

“Ten minutes.”

Then he kisses her again.

Tav smiles against his lips. This is a lot more than she was going for.

Raphael parts from her just long enough to check if the privacy screen that separates the car from the driver’s seat is closed. It is.

As with most things where he was concerned, she struggled to wrap her head around his bed habits. He had all the pomp of a man who wanted to be in control, while sparing none of the effort.

But there is an appeal in the challenge, in the idea of bending him to her wishes. Just as she knows he would be doing the same to her.

With practiced ease, she pulls out his cock from his trousers and kneels in front of him. The car is big enough for her to do so without issue.

Tav knows by now just how much he enjoys a show. Almost as much as he enjoys the feeling itself. So she gives him what he wants.

She starts by teasing the sensitive skin at the base of his cock, her hand fondling his balls. He sucks in a breath. He doesn’t want to let her know how eager he is already. As if she couldn’t tell.

He's not idle, in the sense that he talks her through it. Praises her at every move, telling her how good her tongue feels on him, how pretty she looks with his cock down her throat, what a naughty little whore she is who couldn’t wait until they’re out of the public eye.

Tav wasn't completely honest with Astarion. Raphael is good at this. At telling her what to do. On most days, his voice alone is enough to get her off.

He commands her to pull up her shirt, move faster, put her little fingers between her legs. Where are the manners he showed her just now?

She kisses him and takes him whole and makes that little wet noise halfway between a kiss and a suck that he likes so much. She even gives her tongue a few taps with his cock. In a matter of minutes, he’s close to the edge.

“Get up.” Sweat runs down his temples as he struggles to keep hold of himself. “I’m finishing inside you.”

“I…it’s that time of the month.” She swears she told him.

For a frightening moment, he seems to be weighing his options, before deciding on sinking his fingers into her hair, pulling her to him. “Finish what you started.”

Gladly.

The hand at the back of her neck gives her little choice. She swallows everything he has to give, little tears pricking her eyes and, when it’s done, she sticks out her tongue for his perusal. Not a drop to be seen.

His smile is wide as he gives her cheek a playful slap. She is being dismissed.

She watches him as he fixes his clothes. His hair is disheveled in all the places her fingers touched. There’s a hint of pride in knowing she was the cause, in knowing she was the one to make a dent in his perfectly manicured facade.

It is only for the sake of her rebellious womb that she doesn’t guide his fingers to her wet cunt so he can finish what he started. Disgust be damned.

“Later then.” 

She gives him one last look before the door closes. His voice is husky when he finally answers, evoking a pet name coined long ago.

“Until later, little mouse.”