#he knows! that it all started with him!! yet this fucker REFUSED to give up!!!

[sylhea-raemi]

When you realize this moment isn't him getting backlash from cancelling a middle schooler online or finding out the victim died because of it...

...but it's him watching the cyber bullying continue even without him participating in it any longer, watching everything unfold from the sidelines, not doing anything about the situation, until the end of it.

[ozzgin]

Just read your arranged marriage kidnapped by a most post and the humor in the servants always thinking reader is in peril. The same going for monster hubby (He just thinks they're submissive and breedable)

Like none of them realize they are a moster fucker cause they hide it so well. Like just imagining reader be like "oh be gentle with me I'm a dainty maiden" and then giving him the night of his life is hilarious. Or them having dinner and the servants feel bad for them cause monster hubby is eating human meat but their just thinking about other things he can use his tongue on.

Or maybe someone comes to rescue them from the terrible monster finally. But they don't wanna leave and instead fight the knight off. The knight thinks they've been brainwashed or something. Meanwhile the servants think the knight just wasn't good enough to rescue them.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, NSFW! [Part 1] | [More Monsters]

The servants are not blind by any means: they can tell, quite plainly, that their monstrous Lord has a soft spot for you. Not only that, but the beast nearly worships you! They've come up with many theories, the latest one involving witchcraft. Surely you must have some sort of magical trickery under your sleeve in order to subdue their Master. There's no other way around it. All previous humans have been devoured, or have died in a pitiful attempt to escape, terrified to the bone upon gazing at his blasphemous Majesty.

You can't blame them. It's probably better for everyone involved if you omit the fact that your source of witchcraft lies in your...genitals. Well, not just that, of course. Your husband had started to lose hope. His appreciation of humans never came to fruition before your arrival. He was expecting you to cower in fear, not throw yourself at him.

He wondered if you wanted something from him in return, but no one could possibly pretend so flawlessly: the way you clung to him unprompted. The way you hungrily took him in, tears welling in your eyes, refusing to let go until you could feel his load avalanching down your throat. The way you'd trap his hips with your legs, despite being weak and feverish, asking that he doesn't stop yet. If that wasn't proof enough, your whines and moans were loud and clear. To think he could have his own little human, one who isn't repulsed by his monstrous form. He would've been content with mere tolerance, yet someone who begged to be fucked by him? He's been delirious ever since.

He loves everything about you, naturally, but he can't deny the shameless addiction he's now developed towards your body. He'd pound you anywhere and anytime if he could. If he needs to leave for official matters, know that the return will burn in the back of his mind.

"An important date, Sir?" one traveling servant will ask, glancing at all the scribbles in the calendar.

"Indeed", he answers solemnly. It's the times when he can finally fuck you dumb.

While the servants worry about their devilish Master being put under leash, for the other fellow humans the opposite seems to be true. You recall your last "rescuing" attempt distinctly. During one of your evening walks, burly, foreign arms swept you off in an instant. Before you knew it, you were holding onto the armored shoulders of an unknown man, as he made his way out of the traditional garden.

"I'll get you out of here", he promised between heaving breaths.

You stared in confusion. What was he saving you from? A good dicking? No matter how much you explained that you do actually like your newly appointed husband, the hero wouldn't budge.

You ended up just walking back home when the man fell asleep.

"That was quite the long walk", your monster partner remarked, polishing his weapons.

"Oh no, I was kidnapped", you state casually. "Got us some fruits on the way back."

Would it have been better to lie about it? On one hand, you do feel terrible for whoever attempted to retrieve you from the claws of the tyrant. Your husband is very possessive, and you know he'll scorch the Earth until that treacherous pest is gutted and fed to the pigs.

On the other hand...he becomes particularly savage after such incidents. You won't be able to sit properly for the next few weeks, but it's worth it.

Tough luck, you tell yourself, lounging in bed with a satisfied smirk and torn apart hole.

[dolcekissy]

territory , ღ

: ̗̀➛ dealer!rafe lets reader get high on something other than weed, he's always liked you but doesn't want to get attached to you. but ends up giving in and fucking you anyway.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ masterlist

disclaimer // 18+ content. this story includes mentions of drugs, taking & using drugs. mentions of sex, p in v, and mentions of drug deals.

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rafe has it bad for you. you're absolutely gorgeous, your body is beautiful, your smile lights up the darkest rooms, and you're the sweetest bun he's ever met.

he refuses to admit it though ─ he's a drug dealer and doesn't need to be worried about a girl or better yet, bringing a girl around his deals and around his money. his money is dirty and so is he ─ there's no need to get attached to a girl that's too precious to be around that shit.

especially a girl like you ─ you're too sweet to get addicted to some random shit like he did. you're too sweet to end up like half of the fuckers he sells drugs to. you're too sweet to be around the negative, dark side of drug dealers.

he refuses to give you anything but weed, too pretty and too sweet to let drugs corrupt you. he refuses to be anything to you but your drug dealer, too pretty and too sweet to let him corrupt you.

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"hey doll, got your shit right here." he smiles softly as he leans over and grabs a bag of weed for you ─ you start to notice every time you're buying off of him, the bags get bigger and bigger and you pay less and less.

"thank you, rafey." you smile up at him ─ grabbing the bag from him while your manicured nails drag over his hand. with the furrow of your brows and the sight of you biting your inner cheek, he's already asking what's going on.

"what're you thinkin' about?" you shrug your shoulders lightly while inspecting the bag of weed he handed you. "wanna try something else." he shakes his head and sits down on the couch behind him ─ his thumb swiping over his nose as his legs spread.

no, no, no ─ too sweet to be dealing with anything else other than weed.

"no can do, doll ─ already told you all you can get from me is weed." he looks up at you with a stern look, "cant have you fuckin' up knowing its my fault."

you whine and pout your plump, glossy lips at him ─ walking closer to him and sitting down next to him. "please? pretty please, rafey? i'll only do it once, okay?" he shakes his head, his eyes darting around the room as he scratches his jaw. "nope."

but you look so fucking pretty when you pout, so pretty.

you grab his hands, subconsciously bringing them closer to your chest as you intertwine your fingers with his. his breath hitches as you beg him and his hands being dangerously close to your chest.

but you sound so fucking pretty when you beg, so sweet.

"fuck ─ okay, okay fine. but you're stayin' with me 'til it wears off, got it?" you eagerly nod your head as rafe stands up and walks over to his stash ─ grabbing a pill and walking back over to you. you grab the pill from his hand and observe it, "what is it?"

"molly."

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you felt so fucking good. rafe looked so good, the music he was playing sounded good, every time he brushed against you felt good. everything feels and looks so fucking good.

you look over at rafe sitting next to you with a giggle, his head turns to you with furrowed brows and a soft smile. "you good?" you nod your head slowly ─ still staring at him while giggling.

"feel so good." he chuckles softly, smoking on a blunt he just rolled not too long ago and turning his attention to the tv. "yeah?" he says quietly, looking at you again with raised brows.

you nod your head slowly again, your eyes slowly moving around the room with a soft smile on your lips. "yeah." you whisper. you lean your head back against the couch and let out a soft, content sigh while closing your eyes.

he watches your chest rise softly, your long lashes fluttering against your cheeks ─ your glossy, plump lips part as soft breaths leave your lips.

you're so fucking pretty it hurts.

he watches you open your eyes, looking at him with a dazed look and a soft smile. you stare at him for a moment, studying his lips and his nose ─ his pretty eyes and eyebrows. he looks so good.

you don't say a word as you lean closer to him, slowly moving your body onto his lap ─ never breaking eye contact with him. he watches your legs wrap around his waist, his eyes trailing up your body until he meets your eyes.

you look so fucking pretty on top of him. no, no, no he can't get attached.

your lips slowly attach to his neck, kissing and sucking and licking ─ it feels so good but you're too sweet, too pretty to be around the shit he's around. he knows if he fucks you ─ you're not leaving him. he can't do it.

but he's groaning and leaning his head back, giving you more room to lick up his neck and suck tiny, sweet marks on him ─ his hands gripping your hips tightly, grinding your hips into his slowly as your lips finally meet his, moaning softly against his lips as his hard, clothed cock brushes against your clothed clit.

but his eyes are rolling back when the sounds of your pretty moans fill his ears ─ his hands trailing up your back for a moment before he pulls your baby tee off of you, his eyes wide and a throaty groan leaving his lips at the sight of your bare chest. he stares up at you for a moment before his lips attach to your pretty, pretty nipples ─ sucking and licking them like his life depends on it.

but he's slowly pushing you back to pull your shorts down, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily at the sight of your pink, lace thong ─ harshly grabbing at your hips to bring you back to him after pulling it off.

holy fuck, you're so fucking pretty ─ can't fuck you, no, no, no.

but he lets you pull his gray sweatpants down, his underwear sliding down his thighs too. he lets your hands slowly reach his shirt, pulling at it as he rushes to take it off. he lets you lean forward and kiss his lips again, he lets you lick his teeth and suck on his pink tongue.

but he lets you reach down and line his hard cock up at your entrance, groaning softly when you move his cock to rub against your puffy clit ─ groaning loudly when you sink down on him with a loud moan. it feels so fucking good.

he lets you bounce on his cock, throwing your head back. you feel so good, he feels so good, everything feels so good - so high you can feel his cock sliding in and out on you on a different level. his lips find your neck, leaving his marks - marking his territory.

no, no, no. cant stop it feels so good ─ you're mine. mine, mine, mine.

he lets you whine and moan, his hands gripping your hips as he meets your thrusts. he lets you stop bouncing on him as you lean your head against his shoulder ─ crying out as he fucks his cock up into your soaking pussy.

"feels so good, rafey. so good." he groans, his head leaning forward and resting against your pretty tits as he moves faster ─ his eyes rolling back when your moans get prettier, louder, closer together.

he lets your pussy clench around his thick cock, suffocating him. he lets your nails dig into his back and shoulders, he lets you cry out his name.

say it again. rafe, rafe, rafe. it's yours to scream, it's yours. yours, yours, yours. fuck.

he lets his hands grip onto the fat of your hips and ass as he moves faster ─ you're so high, so fucking high and it feels so fucking good. the sounds of your skin slapping against his, his groans, the feeling of his cock is the only thing you can feel, all you can hear ─ so euphoric.

he lets you cry and scream his name as you cum around his cock. he lets himself cum inside of you, marking you. his territory. his girl. his.

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[daisynik7]

Make Me Sweat

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: ~2.5k

cw: written with a curvy reader in mind, canon-divergent (post-Shibuya but a happy one), all characters are 18+, explicit language, smut – cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, spit play, PIV sex (cowgirl position, mating press), breeding kink, praise kink, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, good girl), creampie 

Summary: With the start of the new year, you make it one of your resolutions to become more active. You begin at your apartment's fitness center, where you run into your muscle head, loud-mouth next-door neighbor, Aoi Todo. He offers his gratuitous advice, annoying you at first. But when he suggests a particular kind of workout, it piques your interest enough that you can't refuse.

Author’s Note: I used metric units (kg) to describe the weights. Also, I am no expert in lifting so please take all of this with a grain of salt LOL. I just know that canonically, these characters are fucking STRONG. I stopped with the tag list on this one bc technically this was a bonus fic and I wasn't sure if anyone wanted to be tagged in these. With that, please enjoy some shameless smut about our favorite JJK himbo! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

part 6 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

When you said you wanted to start exercising more, you weren’t expecting this: being bounced up and down your next-door neighbor’s impressively huge cock. Yet, here you are, getting pounded with your ass slapping lewdly on his thighs. His big hands dig into the sides of your belly, his lips on the skin of your neck, voice gruff and husky.  “Told you, didn’t I?” 

Let’s rewind to a few hours earlier.

You haven’t been prioritizing yourself lately; your obligations during the day drain all the energy from you and your bed is always so enticing for a nap. When the new year approaches, you make it one of your resolutions to be more active. The gym in your apartment complex is finally open after being renovated the past three months and now, there’s really no excuses when the opportunity is just five floors below you. Your forego your usual nap and suit up in your favorite workout clothes, heading down the elevator to the fitness center. 

Luckily, it isn’t crowded; the only other people inside are Aoi Todo, your neighbor, and his pink-haired buddy, Yuji. They’re both at the weights section, Yuji doing squats with the barbell while Todo spots him, yelling at him encouragingly. “Come on, brother. Hold it, hold it! You got this!”

Yuji grunts, holding the deadlift for as long as possible, eventually dropping it to the floor with a loud thud. Todo claps emphatically, beaming at him. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

You smile to yourself, amused at Todo’s contagious enthusiasm. When he notices you, he gives you a nod, which you return, slightly embarrassed for being caught watching. 

Have you mentioned yet how fucking ripped he is? Today, he wears a loose tank, arm holes cut low to show off his extraordinary physique. Arms bulging with muscles, an incredibly large chest, a well-defined eight-pack. He’s built like a Spartan warrior, ready for battle, destined for victory. It’s impossible to ignore a body like his, even more impossible to ignore his eccentric attitude, which gets on your nerves when you have to listen to his noisy demeanor on the opposite side of the wall. 

The cardio section is on the other side of room, so you make your way to one of the treadmills, setting the level to a walking pace for a quick warm-up. Before you put your headphones in to listen to music, you eavesdrop of their conversation, observing them from your peripheral. 

“Good shit, brother,” Todo says, massaging his shoulders affectionately.

Yuji scratches his head, grinning. “Still got work to do to match my PR. After Shibuya, my strength hasn’t been the same.”

“You’re still the strongest fucker I know. Besides me, of course,” Todo adds, chuckling. “Spot me before you go.” 

They replace the already notable weights with what you suspect are heavier ones. Yuji whistles through his teeth. “300. You’re losing your touch, don’t you think?” he teases, nudging him in the ribs.

Todo digs into a container of powdered chalk, coating his fingers with it. “I’m taking it easy today. Don’t want to over-exert myself in case something exciting happens later.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He grabs on to the barbell, smirking. “I don’t know yet. We’ll see.” Maybe it’s your imagination, but you can almost swear that his eyes meet yours for a split second in the reflection of the mirror. 

You continue to observe as Todo easily deadlifts 300 kg, as if it weighs nothing to him, repeating this ten times without breaking a sweat.

Yuji laughs, helping him rerack. “That’s crazy.”

Todo pats his back. “You’ll get there soon, brother. Once you’re fully recovered, you’ll be lifting more than me, I’ll make sure of that.” His unwavering support is actually endearing. Sure, he can be obnoxious, but this side of him is charming. 

Unfortunately, this sentiment doesn’t last long. Once Yuji leaves, Todo decides to choose the treadmill right beside you, purposefully neglecting the surrounding unoccupied cardio machines. You’re still at a walking pace, eyeing him suspiciously as he stands there, blatantly watching you with a cocky grin. “Did you enjoy the show?”

Avoiding his gaze, staring at the console in front of you, you mutter, “Excuse me, but I’m trying to focus here.”

“Focus on what? Walking?” he scoffs, leaning on the handrail nearest to you. “You’re not going to get far if you keep going at a snail’s pace.”

You roll your eyes, finally looking at him. “So what do you suggest, Oh-Wise-One?”

It’s meant to be sarcastic, but of course, he thinks you’re genuinely asking. “You’ve got to alternate between high intensity and low intensity. Sprint for thirty seconds, then walk for a minute to cool off. Then repeat. Simple as that.”

As much as you appreciate the gratuitous advice, you’re already familiar with high intensity interval training. You’re just nervous to actually do it, not confident in your running abilities. “I’m not a good runner,” you admit. 

“I’m sure that’s not true. Come on, show me what you got.” He crosses his arms over his pecs, waiting. 

Deciding it’s better to relent to him rather than argue, you brace yourself, upping the speed so that you’re doing an easy jog. 

“You can do better than that!” he hollers, reaching for the controls to increase the level, making the track move faster and faster. You’re sprinting full speed now, lasting about thirty seconds before you swat him away, tugging at the emergency shut off cord to stop it. 

You catch your breath, glaring at him, sweat starting to bead on your forehead. "What the fuck, are you trying to kill me?!"

He’s unfazed by your outburst and oblivious to the asshole move he made. “Don’t be so dramatic. You did great. You have really nice form.”

You don’t let his compliments dissuade you from being angry at him. “You can’t just do that without any warning. I’m still getting used to all this.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I won’t do that again.” He watches you take long sips from your water bottle, scanning your figure up and down. A coy smirk spreads across his face. "You know, if running ain't your thing, there are other workouts we can try that might suit you better."

You continue to drink, gradually regaining your composure. "Like what?"

He leans in close to you, breath hot on your ear. "Sex."

You choke on your water, using your towel to wipe the mess. Ready to give him an earful, he hops off the track, walking towards the exit. "If you want to work up a real sweat, you know where to find me. I promise to make it worth your while.”

And with that, he's gone, leaving you speechless. And intrigued. 

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After dinner, you take a long shower, Todo’s unconventional suggestion replaying continuously in your mind. You’re almost certain it’s a ridiculous joke, though the more you analyze it, the less ridiculous it seems. In fact, by the time you’re drying off in front of the mirror, checking your reflection carefully, you’re seriously considering it. You’re not particularly tired from earlier, so maybe you have room for one more workout. And hey, if the offer still stands, why not take it?

You slide into a different pair of leggings, one that shows off your curves, and slip on a t-shirt, fulling prepared to exercise. In your running shoes, you walk the few steps next door and knock twice. When he doesn’t answer within the first ten seconds, panic sets in and you’re tempted to turn on your heel to retreat. Before you can, the door swings open and you’re greeted by Todo’s bare bust. He smirks, not at all surprised to see you standing in front of him. “Hey.”

Swallowing the thick saliva gathering on your tongue, you let out a meek, “Hello.” His enormous frame towers over you and you can’t help but salivate at the sight of him. You always assumed he’d be the type of guy to walk around shirtless in his apartment. Not that you’re complaining.

He beckons you inside, closing and locking the door shut behind him. “Can’t stop thinking about it, huh?”

You roll your eyes at him, cracking a smile simultaneously. “Well, it’d be rude to turn down such a generous offer, right?”

He lets out a small laugh, stepping towards you, gripping at your hips to pull you into him. “I knew you were a smart girl.”

You’ve severely underestimated how much bigger he is than you until this moment, as you peer up at him eagerly. “Todo.”

He bows his head down, mouth grazing your ear. “Aoi.”

“Aoi,” you repeat, breath hitching. 

“Good girl,” he praises, making you shudder with anticipation. “Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

You paw at his chest, admiring his sculpted muscles, pressing your fingers into them without even making a dent. “I want you to give me that workout you promised me.”

“Yeah?” he croons, his noticeable erection strained in his sweatpants. “You want this fat fucking cock, don’t you?”

He’s as vulgar as you imagined he’d be and it only spurs you on. You link your arms around his neck, on your tippy-toes to meet him for a kiss. Instead, he hoists you up, holding you with his hands below your ass, your legs wrapped around his waist. His boner throbs as you buck your hips on him, desperate for friction on your aching clit. “You feel it, don’t you?” he purrs, grinding you against him. “That’s all for you.”

He carries you into the bedroom, kissing you sloppily with his massive tongue invading your mouth. When he can’t take it anymore, he tosses you onto the mattress, stripping his clothes off swiftly, you doing the same. He crawls on top of you, ogling your naked body, a lustful gleam in his expression. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“You’re so fucking big,” you blurt out in response, not knowing a better word to describe him. Because everywhere you look, Aoi Todo is big. Big biceps, a tremendous torso, a huge fucking cock ready to fill you the fuck up. You spread your legs open for him, practically begging for him to fuck you. 

“Look at this perfect pussy,” he coos, face inching closer to your cunt. He hocks a thick wad of spit directly onto your clit, smearing it with his tongue. “So wet for me.”

You squirm beneath him, unable to control yourself. “Fuck, Aoi,” you swear, toes already curling from the sensation. 

“I’m going to make you come first. Make this pussy extra creamy for my dick. Is that okay, sweetheart?” He massages circles into your clit with his thumb, looking up at you from between your thighs. 

“Yes,” you whine, trembling with arousal.  

“Good girl,” he says again, and you realize how fucking sexy it is when he praises you like this. “Can I finger you too?” 

“Oh god, yes,” you moan, growing impatient, needy for whatever he’s willing to offer you. 

With his lips latched to your clit, he teases your entrance with his middle finger, slowly sliding deeper until he bottoms out. He adds another digit, pumping inside you while he sucks on your bud, tongue swirling around it. You rock your hips against his face, greedy for more. Todo hums, encouraging you, the vibrations spurring you on until it’s too much. You come for him after a few more strokes, gushing all over his face. You reach down to grab his hair, trying to pry him off you, but he’s obviously way stronger and more resilient. “One more,” he muffles, chin shiny with your slick, his tongue flicking your clit. “For me.” He flashes you a cocky smirk that makes him even more impossible to deny.

You throw your head back into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, hazy-eyed from the pleasure. The squelch of his fingers in and out of your wet cunt is obscene, combined with the shameless moans pouring out of you. After your second climax, or maybe it’s the third (you’ve lost count), he finally eases off you, slurping his digits clean to swallow up your juices. “You’re doing so good for me, pretty girl.” He strokes his cock in his fist, tapping the glistening head on your swollen clit. “It’s going to feel fucking amazing.”

You hum, the only response you can muster in this fucked-out state. 

“How do you want it, sweetie?” He lifts you off the bed, having you straddle his lap. “You want to ride me?” 

You nod, resting your head on his shoulder, yearning for anything. “Yes.”

“Fuck yeah,” he growls, slapping your ass before guiding his cock into your slippery cunt. You gasp, astonished by the extraordinary girth of him filling you up to the hilt. “You’re swallowing me up.” He spreads your cheeks apart, squeezing your ass in his grip. “That’s my girl.”

You gaze at him, pressing your forehead to his, sticky with sweat. “Fuck me,” you whimper, kissing him fiercely, completely enraptured by him.

He does, bouncing you on his lap, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you’re unraveling for him once more. “Told you, didn’t I? Told you I’d make it worth your while.”

Whatever semblance of rationale you had is gone. All you can think of is Todo’s manhandling you like a fucking rag doll, pliable and yielding to his every touch. Before you reconsider it, you spout the words, “Breed me,” wishing nothing more but to have his hot load leaking out of your cunt.

As if he wasn’t already feral enough, he most certainly is now, planting his feet on the bed to fuck up into you faster and harder. “That’s what you really want? You want my fucking seed in you? Oh fuck. I’ll give it to you, then. I’ll give it to you so fucking good.”

It happens quickly; you’re on your back again, folded nearly in half, knees to your chest, Todo fucking you in a mating press like his goddamn life depends on it. The mattress creaks noisily with each savage thrust he delivers. Sweat drips from his face onto yours as you kiss each other passionately, his massive body surrounding you as he floods your womb with his cum. “Fuck, milk it all out of me baby. That’s it. That’s my girl.”

You stay like this for a moment, allowing yourselves to catch you breaths and cool down. This really was a workout. Todo takes his time, reluctantly pulling out and watching his cum ooze out of you. 

“I can’t believe we did that,” you sigh, hiding your face in the pillow.

He gets comfortable beside you, giving you a smooch on the forehead. “Honestly, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“Really?” You look at him, cupping his cheek gently, wiping the perspiration off his brow with your thumb. 

He smiles, nuzzling into your palm. “Yeah.”

“Then maybe we should make this a regular thing,” you suggest as you snuggle into his arms. 

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he agrees, embracing you.

And just like that, you have yourself a new and very, very personal trainer. 

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

..size kink with Slash?

A/n: Slash loves horror and you cannot convince me he wouldn't buy those monster fucker toys, I refuse to accept criticism

Warnings: Smut, use of toys, monster!fucking kink, masterbation, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

University was hell, globally known so. You didn't even want to go, you weren't at a particularly renowned school and had a fairly dark outlook on the whole working part of life.

You're parents did what they could to encourage you and helped you afford your own shitty apartment so you didn't have to work multiple shitty jobs on top of Uni, but it wasn't what you wanted. You didn't know what you wanted.

How you managed to get to it, you weren't sure, but one night you made a new twitter account and posted a video of you getting off on just your fingers.

You fell asleep and woke up to a lot of positive comments, people getting off to you, telling you how pretty you are and asking for more, more, more.

You kept posting to Twitter, small clips whenever you felt like it or needed a confidence boost. People started asking for more, so you went to OnlyFans.

It was just a whim, you genuinely didn't expect people to start paying for your content, but they did. They payed for clips of just your voice, asking to watch you cum, to see your tits. Individuals were paying for special pictures, ones just for them, asking you to post videos of you calling out their names, or pet names, surnames.

You got paid to feel good and get compliments. This was the work you wanted, this was perfect for you.

Soon you had people sending you toys, bullet vibrators and dildos. You felt strange about using those at first, especial for content, and you said as much to your fans.

Once again, they came to the rescue, sending you all kinds of affirmation. It was like having the most supportive partners.

One day you got a bigger package. At first you thought there were multiple toys in one box, upon further inspection it was not...

"Hi, love, I've been thinking about you a lot, all small and fragile just for me, send me something with this and I'll give you a pay day iiii]; )'" The small note read, a username at the bottom.

The toy in question was something else, from one of those monster fuckers. It had a suction on the bottom so you took it out of the box and set it down on the floor of your apartment. It had to be at least eight inches, it was a squishier silicone which was comforting in a sense. It was rigid with bumps and and spikes, some sort of demon dick.

Your eyes bugged trying to think of how that girth would fit in you.

Still, you were curious.

You got yourself set up, camera and lube, though you didn't turn on the camera just yet, wanting to get a feel for the toy on your own.

You stared at the toy, shiny with lube and staring daggers into you. You took a deep breath and hovered over it, you couldn't help but think about trying to get off of it, what if you didn't have the strength? What if your legs gave out under you and it got pushed deeper into you?

You held it to your prepped hole, having taken a minute to get yourself ready for it, and slowly sunk onto it.

The stretch, the spikes and ridges, the length. All of it. It drove you crazy.

And thus started your relationship with this fan, who you'd come to call Slash, occasionally daddy.

You felt something towards him, though he continued to pay for all your interactions, and you wanted him to in order to keep you relationship 'professional', as you thought it.

You swore, the toys he sent you were just getting bigger, and if they weren't bigger there was more texture. He'd send you little rubbing pads, vibrators, tentacles and tongues, all just for his eyes. His notes were always so sweet, some had filthier messages but most were just calling you sweetheart, telling you how much he loved you.

While you wanted to remain 'professional' with him, meaning not getting serious since he was just a client, a customer, you didn't mind letting him pay for casual texting, though you felt bad for making him pay just so he could listen to you complain about Uni or your parents or some other little thing. But he insisted.

Your phone buzzed and it was a text from Slash.

"I'm coming to your city on tour-" You stared at that word for a second, he was on tour? "-mind if we meet somewhere?" You stared at his text, so many questions racing through you mind.

You went straight to google, looking up who Slash was and finding this guitarist that had a heat pooling between your legs, a dull ache in your core at the hundreds of pictures you found of him shirtless and sweaty, his smile and watching video after video of his hands working on those six strings.

"We don't have to" Another text came up on your screen. "And sorry if that sounded creepy, you wore a sweatshirt with your Uni on it, figured there was a link."

You hurried to text back. "I'd love to meet up!" You replied, biting your lip hungrily.

"Great, I'll be in town tomorrow, just give me an address and a number." Your brows furrowed at that. "And bring some toys."

"A number?" You asked after a moment.

"For sex" You set your phone down after that reply. You'd never thought about that, but you needed him. This wasn't just some fan anymore, you needed to feel him inside of you, to hear his voice right in your hear in person. You needed to smell him, lick him, suck him.

You needed him.

You weren't sure how much to charge him, if you even wanted to charge him, but he made the decision for you as you got a notification for four-thousand dollars. You stared at the notification wide-eyed.

"Did you want more?" He texted.

You sat waiting in a suite at a five-star hotel, it was nothing like you'd ever imagined.

It was around twelve when you heard the door open and made your way out of the master bedroom to the living area. Slash came in wearing a tank-top, some band on the front, tight jeans and that hat with sunglasses.

He smiled when he saw you and came further into the room, setting a guitar case down along with a suitcase. "Hey, sweetheart." He greeted, making his way over to you, his hands resting on your hips as his eyes trailed over you. "Fuck, you look even better in person." You were speechless.

His voice was so soft, unlike anything you'd expect, but it was raspy from years of smoking. He wreaked of sweat and it took every part of your being to not shove your face into his pit and hump his leg, foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog.

"You brought your toys?" He asked, bringing his eyes back to yours.

You nodded, looking over your shoulder to the bedroom. "Yeah, I brought, uh, a bag of my-my favourites."

He looked towards the bedroom. "That's perfect, sweetheart, lead the way." His hands fell from you, you whined softly at the absence of his touch and prayed he hadn't heard it.

You walked into the room and handed him the duffle bag you brought full of toys. He took it, though he was confused. He looked at you and could tell you were nervous about this whole thing.

"You've never done this before?" You shook your head slowly, head tilted down and gaze glued to the ground. A wider grin spread on his face as he set the duffel on the bed and opened it. "Don't worry, I have."

He poked around the bag a bit, seeing all you brought, a sense of pride building in him as he realized you brought a lot of the stuff he'd gotten for you. "You like monster-" He froze as he turned back to look at you and saw you'd stripped. "Oh, fuck..."

He took a step closer to you and stopped, you couldn't hide the disappointment you felt when he didn't do anything.

"Can I touch you?" He asked, you looked up at him, a nervous look still on your face.

"Um, yeah... I thought- I-I thought that's what you paid for..?" He rolled his eyes and took his glasses off.

"Yeah, but I want you to be comfortable." He said, setting his glasses and top hat down on the nightstand. "It's no fun if you don't want to get fucked."

"I want to." You said, much faster than you thought you should've. He turned back to you, a somewhat surprised look on his face. "I mean, I- maybe..." You trailed before shaking your head. "I want you to fuck me so bad." You said, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I don't want to walk for a week, I need you so fucking bad."

Slash was pleasantly surprised by your words, voicing your desire for him. "That's a good girl." He said, coming closer to you but still not touching you. "So, I'll ask you again. Can I touch you?"

"Yes, please." You gleamed. Slash smiled and brought his hands to your waist, feeling up your sides and squeezing your hips.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, already leaning down to you.

"Yes, please." He closed the gap, crashing his lips onto your. Plush, soft and warm.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him. He was so strong but his touch was so gentle.

He pulled away, you lips chasing his and he just smiled down at you.

He went to the bag you'd brought, digging through it and pulling out on of your little grinding pads, some tongue or something, whatever it was the texture always drove you crazy.

He dropped it on the floor and sat on the bed. "Why don't you get on your knees for me?" You did as he asked, dropping to your knees in front of him, hovering over the toy while Slash pulled himself out of his pants, hard cock nearly hitting you in the face.

You wrapped your hand around the base, stroking him a few times, laying kitten licks to the tip and relishing in the soft sounds that came out of him.

You took him into your mouth, gagging slightly on his length. Slash tossed a pillow down for you and gripped the back of your head, moving you himself. "Focus on the toy, alright?" He said, forcing himself down your throat.

You got the pillow between your legs, the toy on top for you to grind against. You moved in sync with Slash, moaning around him. At some point Slash gave up on pushing you down on him and just started fucking your throat, lows groans leaving him.

The sight of his head tilted back, eyes shut and hips rutting into you all to chase that feeling of ecstasy. You felt him twitching down your throat, low groans slowly morphing into louder moans as his seed coated your throat.

He held you down on him, waiting for you to swallow all of it before he pulled away. "Look at that... beautiful girl, swallowed it all, didn't you?" You smiled up at him, wiping your mouth as you nodded.

Slash looked back to the bag you brought, digging through it and pulling out more toys. You stood up in front of him, legs shaky from the grinding pad. "What-what were you thinking..?" You asked, fidgeting nervously as you watched him look through everything you brought.

"I was thinking a lot of things." He said, pulling out a long tentacle thing with a rubber string on the bottom. "How does this one work?" He asked, looking back at you.

You picked up your phone, opening an app and handing your phone to him. He clicked a button and it started wiggling, a grin spreading over his face. "Oh, I like this one." He looked back to you, handing you the toy. "Put it in.

You held it nervously, Slash stopped the toys movements. You moved closer to the bed, thinking he meant for you to lay down or something, but he stopped you.

"Standing." Your eyes shot to him. "Can't see everything I wanna see when you sit down, use it standing." You took a small step back, eyes flickering between him and the tentacle in your hands. "If you can't take it just tell me and I catch you, alright? But I wanna see, first." You nodded, his words comforting you slightly.

Using lube the toy slipped into you rather easily, Slash gave you a moment to warm up to the stretch. You'd never used any of your toys standing before, you'd never thought of doing so since your legs always got so weak, the way Slash was eyeing you had your legs going weak.

You gasped, feeling the toy start wiggling on a slow setting, a consistent movement. Your thighs squeezed together, hands tightening into fists.

Slash grinned wickedly at the sight. "Got your belly bulging already." He gleamed. You looked down and saw a noticeable lump coming and going in waves. You were mesmerized by the sight of it until Slash set the tentacle to it's fastest setting on pulse.

Your knees went weak as moans ripped from you. Slash caught you, chuckling at your weakened state. Your body twitched in his arms as he held you to his chest. "Does that feel good?"

Fuck, yes, it did. It was so fucking good, his arms around you, something wriggling and hitting deep inside of you. "Fuck, m'cumming, m'fucking cumming!" You moaned out.

Slash's fingers came to your clit, rubbing it gently, a stark contrast to the toy inside you and sending you over the edge with a small yelp.

Slash waited for you to ride out your high, until you were twitching and shaking and dependent on him for stability before he turned the toy off.

He moved you over to the bed, helping you to lay down and took the toy from you.

You lay there, weak and shaky and so, so needy. You scanned around when your breathing had calmed down a bit and saw Slash digging through your bag once more and pulling out more overstimulating toys. "We're gonna have fun tonight, aren't we?"

You woke up the next morning, body aching everywhere, a pillow between your thighs and a shirt you didn't recognize covering you.

You reached for your phone and saw a text from Slash. "Had a great time last night, can't wait to do it again iiii]; )' gave you a little bonus and an extra night at the hotel, thought you deserved it."

You had another notification from him; $10,000.

[libby-for-life]

This is a short one-shot with Adam having more bird-like qualities instead of being a lamb. MalePreg. Hot steamy smut. Enjoy.

Adam doesn't know what quite to do. It's been a whole week and he's been having this intense urge to make a nest. He's been looking at children more. Specifically, babies. The little shits were adorable. Without telling anyone, Adam begins building his nest.

He makes sure that it's built to his best capabilities and soon enough, his bed has bits and pieces of the hotel inside it. Even an old blanket Lucifer threw away was tucked neatly by his pillow. He liked the scent.

For the next few days, Adam felt on edge. He wanted, no, needed a baby. But no one came to mind that was worthy of mating with Adam. It just made him more distressed and he started to brood as well.

Niffty almost lost a hand when she was instructed to bring food to him because Adam refused to come out of his nest for any reason.

Lucifer, at this point, is getting tired of Adam's bratty behavior and goes to talk to the manchild himself. Why does he have to make things so difficult?! He barged inside the room and stared at Adam with a glare.

"Why are you acting like this?!" Lucifer yelled as Adam preened his feathers. He tried to ignore that Adam was naked. "She was trying to give you food!" Adam wrinkled his nose. "She got too close. Cunt should have known better."

Lucifer growled. "Just tell me what's wrong. Why are you building a nest? Why are you acting so snappish?! It's almost like—" and then he notices Adam's eyes. They were round, the pupils covering his entire eye. His breathing was labored and he looked...restless. Lucifer smirked. "Oh. I see what's going on. It's that time of year. I guess it is April, isn't it? You have baby fever."

Adam blushed at being called out. "And? What of it?"

"Well? Why haven't you mated yet? Surely you could have found someone by now." Lucifer asked. Adam just scoffed. "Like hell I'm choosing some fucker off the street."

Lucifer came closer and Adam bristled for a moment before calming down. "What if you haven't been looking in the right direction?"

Adam looked Lucifer up and down and the devil tried to be as nonthreatening as possible. Adam was at the stage where he was mostly following instincts. If Lucifer didn't make the cut of what Adam deemed worthy, he could very well be bodily thrown out.

Suddenly, Adam shivered and looked at Lucifer with hooded eyes. Bingo

Lucifer slowly walked over to Adam's nest. He stopped at the entrance and Lucifer looked up. "May I enter?" Adam looked at him with a tilt of his head. "Yes." He looked pleased that Lucifer asked.

Lucifer snapped his fingers and he was naked. Adam looked at him appreciatively. Lucifer smirked and came closer to Adam. "Let's preen those wings, shall we? Make them look all pretty." Lucifer has to set the tone. The minute Adam's mood shifted could end up with Lucifer being fought. With nimble fingers, he dragged a claw at the edge of his wings.

Adam chirped, his eyes closing at the feeling of Lucifer's small but strong fingers working out the dead feathers and smoothing down any new ones. He dragged his claws delicately, being sure to be careful. He would be gentle. For now.

Adam could feel himself grow boneless as time went on. Lucifer knew what he was doing when it came to preening. When Lucifer dipped lower, Adam moaned at the feeling of claws grazing the base of wings. "Found it~."

Lucifer massaged the area with deft fingers. The devil smirked as his pretty bird grew more and more bothered. With a snap of fingers, Adam's clothes vanished as well. He was too much in bliss to care.

Lucifer chuckled and said, "I'm going to put a baby in you." And then he flipped the pliant bird. Adam moaned when he felt the slick of his cloaca feeling wet and leaking. Lucifer licked his lips. "My, you've been hiding treasure like this for how long? Naughty little bird~." He dragged a finger across the edge and Adam moaned, his voice sounding wobbly.

Adam screeched when a clawed finger entered in. It felt like fire and warmth and oh so good. If Adam was being truthful, he had never touched down there. Not like this. He was far too embarrassed about it. Due to this, it grew sensitive to the lightest of touches. Lucifer expertly pumped his finger in. "We're going to have to stretch you nice and good. How else am I going to fit~?"

Adam nodded, too out of it to truly understand what his mate was saying. One finger turned to two and then two turned to three. It wasn't long until Adam had Lucifer's entire fist in his cloaca. Adam was crying tears of ecstasy, drool falling off his hanging tongue. "Look how pretty you are! I think you're almost ready. What do you say, Adam? Want Daddy's cock in you~?

"Yes! Please! Fill me! Fill me with your babies!" Adam screeched and Lucifer just chuckled how needy his pretty bird sounded. He lined his dripping cock to Adam's entrance. Lucifer could feel his own instincts slipping as he growled possessively. "You're are mine, Adam. You were mine the minute you let me into the nest." And then he slammed in with a brutal pace. Adam moaned, chirped, and pleaded for more and Lucifer was happy to provide for his mate. With every thrust, Lucifer got deeper and deeper and Adam got more and more needier.

"Faster!" He yelled, eyes glowing yellow. Lucifer growled at the demand but listened. He pounded into Adam, his eyes glowing a sharp red. With a final thrust, Lucifer released his seed into Adam who gasped and chirped at the feeling.

They both bit each other, blood dripping from the wound on either of their necks before Lucifer pulled out. He spooned Adam, his fingers rubbing an exhausted Adam's belly. "I can't wait for it to be swollen with my children." Adam whimpered at the sound of his mate's voice. Lucifer sincerely hoped it worked and that Adam was going to be a mother soon. If not, well, Lucifer would just have to try again, wouldn't he?

[lemmetreatya]

The ways they like to tease you during sex | JJK Men

ft. gojo satoru, geto suguru, sukuna, toji fushiguro, nanami kento

content: NSFW, afab reader, m! pen, smut, cowgirl position, doggy, backshots, cumshots, orgasm denial

💠 gojo 💠

loves a good long intentional stroke to piss you off. he knows your usual pace and what angles quickest alight you but when hes trying to play with you — to make you grapple at his back and whine for him to do it properly — he’ll pretend that he’s trying to savour the time.

“I just want to make love to you.”

lies. literally all lies, because this wasn’t love making in the slightest. this was gojo being a pest and purposely missing that squidgy spot that will get you clawing at his skin and crying his name for all neighbouring walls to hear.

it’s only when things get too much that you start to rut yourself down on the man, aiming to get your own high and in the end that always sets gojo off. teasing you is fun, but succumbing to your lust is better.

💠 geto 💠

being the control freak he is, geto would make sure he denies you any room to push him around or demand something from him. he’d have you; ass in the air, face down into the pillow and hands held behind your back.

“gu-guru!”

he’d fuck into you, backshots sounding like assaults on skin as he denies you any form of movement. he knows you’re itching to hang off of him or take him into your arms but geto denies you all forms of contact. he can hear you mumble detest into the pillow but the smile on his face is sick as he teases you.

“can’t hear you. speak up.”

geto changes up pace and quality every now and then but knowing you cant do anything about it, all you do is moan and whimper in retaliation.

💠 sukuna 💠

he’ll refuse to touch you in sensitive places. sukuna isn’t much of a passionate lover — he likes things harsh and full of pure lust. but he knows your wants and desires, maybe a bit more than you do, yet he’ll deny you them perks simply because he wants to be a pain.

“kuna, come on…”

he could easily fuck you and not pinch at your nipples, swipe at your clit or kiss at your neck. sukuna’s go to is to be selfish. it doesn’t matter if your whining at him to touch you. the man will only wear a wicked smile as he uses you as a personal fleshlight. easily, he can be finish inside of you and not give you any sort of relief.

but sukuna knows that you dont allow him to stay that way for long. you’ll hiss and spit curses at him for attempting to leave you hanging but the de-man seems privy only to your reprimand. he doesn’t fear you, but he’ll be very sure not to get on your bad side and therefore finish what he started.

💠 toji 💠

being a pain is something hes doing more of than not but if toji wants to tease you because he thinks you’re on too much of a high horse, he’ll appear bored in front of you as you ride his cock.

“Who the fuck are you texting?”

the blue light of his mobile phone will illuminate over his stout face, completely disregarding your intentions to bounce over his dick. what’s even more amusing is the fact that you know he’s probably not even texting anyone because the fuckers such a loner — he literally only hangs out with you. you’ll end up swivelling on him, never allowing him to exit you but you lean forward so you could witness what he was playing at. it was only candy crush.

“so lame…” you’ll mumble, because you know he’s only doing it to fuck with you.

having no phone in his hand, toji rolls his eyes but ends up placing his hands onto the dips of your hips.

“maybe dont be such a bitch next time.” he’ll grumble

💠 nanami 💠

kento isnt usually one for teasing but when he does it’s because he’s trying to get a rise out of you. mostly if it’s because you dont keep to schedule or do something overtime — kento hates having to wait and so in turn, he’ll make you wait.

“ken, please. just touch me.”

the man will sit on the edge of the bed, cock standing tall, red and leaking at the tip but he’d still deny you, even at the expense of himself.

“I’ve told you about making me wait.”

he’d look to his watch on his hands.

“five minutes.”

“kento, please!”

he’s already have given you a taste, wet his cock within you — only a handful of strokes — before dutifully pulling out and moving himself away from you. he wasnt one to play with when it came to time keeping. the man kept a tight schedule and anything over the threshold was detrimental and so here you were, learning that lesson.

you’d pander your own hand down to your leaking cunt, the juices already puddling at the base of your folds but nanami would slap your hand away.

“I said wait.”

yes, he made you wait, but it only meant the reward was a lot better and definitely worth it.

[eruminx]

Hey, can I get Hisoka nsfw and sfw dating hcs (fem or gender neutral reader)?

Thank you!

hi! thank u for the request and sorry it took a while to respond lol, but here u are! sfw + nsfw

❦ hisoka dating headcanons

❦ sfw:

- very hot or cold. either super sweet or super petty. no in-between.

- he tries not to take things between you two seriously, but his possessiveness tends to get the better of him

- he's clingy. like reaaaallyyy clingy. attachment issues

- his giving love languages are physical touch and quality time, and his preferred receiving love language is gift giving

- loves stuff and gifts. i read a hc post where they hc'd him as a hoarder and i couldn't agree more. he has way too many decks of cards and a whole list ranking his favorite to his least favorite

- sassy. like. annoyingly sassy. he's so witty too?? he always has a funny comeback even in the most serious situations

- can be romantic if he wants to, but that's usually earlier in the relationship when he's trying to court and impress you. but sometimes he takes you out on a super fancy date.

- flakey but loyal. he'll disappear every now and then, but should always come back

- sometimes its more like you're his parent than his partner LOL he's very immature, lots of scolding

- LOVES PDA. he HAS to be touching you, no matter what. in public and in private. even if it's something simple like handholding, but usually it's a lotttt more than that. he also gives really good hugs and kisses.

- controlling and possessive. cuts people's necks with flying cards if they even glance your way.

- sometimes starts drama in your life, such as a death of a loved one or an intense fight with a friend just so you'll go running to him for comfort. does it for his own amusement and so that you'll build a dependency on him. i think he likes to be needed by u

- his toenails scratch u in bed and he refuses to cut them because he's petty. also learned how to snore loudly and sleep with his eyes open just to freak u the fuck out

❦ nsfw:

- kinky ass mother fucker 😭

- switch, but leans towards dom because he likes to physically dominate you. tbh doesn't really matter to him as long as he's in control

- likes pretty much everything and has done pretty much everything

- butttt some specifics that come to mind when i think of hisoka are brat-taming, marking, and corruption.

- likes to make you THINK you're in control by giving you options, but he's always in charge

- you could hurl any insult at him and snap at him, but he'd still have that sweet smile on his face with sharp words to contrast

- "make me hisoka. you wouldn't."

- "oh but i would, and i will. ♡"

- he LOVES LOVES LOVES marking. part of his pda in a way, like making sure the public knows you two are together just by looking at your neck.

- he likes to bite, and would love it if you did too.

- his long ass nails scratch your back and leave scars, and would love if you did the same to him. he'd pay for your manicures and acrylics just so you could claw the fuck out of his back in return.

- because of this he often goes around (even in public) in small shirts that expose his back and neck, or sometimes even without a shirt just so he can show off. and he encourages you to do the same hehe

- it's very easy to excite him. just small things you do get him all wound up. biting your lip, making faces, sighing, even just slightly adjusting yourself and he's pouncing on you dtf.

- foreplay either takes forever or no time at all depending on how patient he's feeling. if he's been craving you, he won't hold himself back because he knows he can't take it slow. and yet he tries, he tries to savor you, he tries to breathe in every inch of you, he tries to take it slow, but he can't. especially not with you.

- sucker for virgins and people who are inexperienced. of course, he wouldn't mind if you were experienced (and if you were just as experienced as him he'd love it), but just the amount of control he has in corrupting someone turns him on to the max.

- corruption goes hand in hand with his brat-taming kink too.

- aftercare usually goes like this: you two laying in his jizz for a few minutes trying to catch your breaths (unless one or more of u are literally passed out) -> bathing together -> changing sheets and just cleaning up in general -> cuddling, snacking, and talking until you fall asleep. <3

i feel like i've talked abt how he would be in a relationship in other posts such as my what the adulttrio need in a relationship, kinds of gifts, and in an argument so i kept it pretty short. there might be some repeating since i honestly don't have much to say abt hisoka since my interpretation of his character is quite straightforward loll. but i hope you enjoyed! <3 my requests are always open.

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[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Vox x Fem! Reader || Caught In Wires 🔪🫂

Word Count: 2,109

Warning: Possessive behavior, abuse of power, Stockholm syndrome signs(?)

Scenario: Stop running for it is foolish. An animal worth keeping alive knows what its purpose in the end is. Requested from my AO3.

(Note for Requests and Commissions. I'm open to taking requests now but only because I'm trying to grow my accounts. Commissions are still needed and preferred but gotta do what you gotta do I guess. If you want to request then you can buy commissions get done quicker and faster. I'll take six commissions and six requests at a time.

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Vox is a powerful man, one of the most powerful and that meant that in most of not all cases he tended to get exactly what he wanted.

You had been working for him for a while now. Some silly girl who needed a job when you fell down here and if you weren't blessed with anything else you had managed to be blessed with your skills in combat.

You were a damn good fighter, one who seemed to hold so much potential. You could tear through flesh like a knife through butter, could bite through metal with how competent your teeth and fangs were, and you spilled blood like you had a knack for it.

To see the least, you managed to reel in attention, a lot of it but imaging your surprise when you found yourself face to face with the TV overlord himself, Vox.

He had stood before you, a charming smirk on his face as you kneeled in front of him and you had huffed.

At first, you had been pissed. The last thing you needed was for some overlord to come knocking around and claiming you and yet… that's exactly what had happened. You had been swarmed, collected and kidnapped, a bag being tossed over your head and your hands being tied behind your back. You had spent so much time ducking and dodging these sketchy people, these sketchy places… and yet he had still managed to track you, chase you, and find you.

Vox was a determined mother fucker.

You could give him that, the two of you had a bit of history. History that made sense as to why he's spent all this time looking for you and the reason simply had been that you knew him.

And he knew you.

There was a story there that only the two of you seemed to know about and basically it was that you had known each other for a while now.

It started with you working under Valentino, the bastard. You had refused to give your body over in the aspects that were expected of you and so you had been tossed out. Though, prior to said time Vox… had often come to you.

Speaking with you, touching you, caressing you and you'd be a liar to say that his touch hadn't been the only touch to actually make you feel something in this hellhole.

Honestly being tossed out had been both a blessing and a curse, the blessing being that you had finally escaped… even for just a little bit and the curse was that though you hated that place if there was one thing you missed it would have been him.

The TV overlord himself.

It was irritating, annoying how much time you spent thinking of him. His hands as they held you close or his voice that always seemed to make you shiver. When you ran away there had been many times where you yourself had contemplated if leaving… had actually been the right idea. The right thing to do. Outside of the ghostly touches that seemed to linger it always felt like you were being watched and even you knew that with the amount of surveillance he had, it was only a matter of time before he truly got back to you.

So as he stood before you after the guards were ordered to leave, you huffed, turning your gaze down for a moment to try and avoid that smug look that you knew was already on his face. As expected he doesn't quite allow that as he squats and gently or as gently as he could manage as excitement ran through him and he took hold of your chin. His nails just lightly sink into your skin as he tilts your head up and defiantly, you bare your teeth and fangs. It doesn't seem to do anything but make him chuckle as the two of your eyes connected. Yours narrowed while his… sparkled like a child after finding their favorite toy.

You had seen that look on his face many times now and still it raised the hairs on your neck and made you shiver.

You snap your snap aside, growling and the second time he reaches out to take hold of your face he's not so nice.

His hold is firmer this time, his thumb and pointer finger squished your cheeks and made you pucker and as annoying as it was you couldn't stop the way your face felt a bit warmer. When you had been working he had done this many times, holding you like this enough that it stuck in your head as something that only he was allowed to do to you.

As you look up again you can see that predatory look in his eyes and even with his hold you know he's being patient. His patience was definitely why you had ran to him when working with Valentino had finally drove you crazy. Valentino would have hit you by now, putting his hand on that pretty face of yours in a not so pretty way.

It truly was a blessing in a curse.

“Oh, look what the cat dragged in.” Vox chuckles as he gently pets you, your bound hands being tied behind your back as he of course feels no reason to rush what he's doing. With the two of you here alone now he could spend hours admiring this face of yours without getting tired.

“They do say that lost items do tend to find their way home after a while of being lost.” He says in that eerily calm voice of his, that tone that he didn't seem to use often except for in this situation. Not just that but his eyes are lidded and you can't help but want to keep your own eyes on them just to watch him because at times Vox had and could be unpredictable. Just because he was being nice didn't mean he had to be such and you had seen his interactions with others to know such. Even if he himself didn't lay his hands on you Vox always had the power to order it to be done even by someone else.

He tend not to treat you like that though. Yes, sure he had stalked you and kidnapped you but if anyone was to lay their hands on you then he would admit that he preferred that someone being him. If they were to kiss you, hold you, fuck you then yes… he'd prefer it to be him and as unclassy as it would be for him to harm you in such ways Vox was never against a good well earned punishment. He could put you in your place if he really wanted to, could make you beg for forgiveness with your eyes full of tears if that what he really craved and he did crave such but he did prefer it when your tears came from mind numbing ecstacy instead of earth shattering pain.

So no matter how many times you ran thinking you could actually get away and how angry you seemed whenever the two of you were together, Vox would be patient with you.

Well, sorta patient.

Even good dogs need correction from time to time.

He looks at you for a moment before moving that hand to slowly trail down your neck and you can't stop your own breath from hitching at the touch. You weren't sure if you were just crazy or maybe he had finally managed to get under your skin a little but the feeling of his grip reminds you of the many nights he's used it on you before. A surge of electricity runs through you when his hand wraps around your throat and it's not tight but definitely a good hold, firm and strong. The nights that you found yourself covered in his kisses, in his caresses and as much as you wanted to hate it you had come to really, really enjoy it.

He was crazy, fucking insane and you couldn't exactly tell if you were secretly lucky or very misfortuned.

You could make a guess.

“Fuck you Vox..” you snarled and you could have imagined it but you could have sworn the mother fucker bit his fucking lip just from hearing you say that and there's so much tension in the air that you felt like you could feel in on you skin, taste it on your tongue as you practically spat out his name and before you could even understand it he leans in and presses close.

Something wet and slurpy slides against your bottom lip and you gasp, shock and heat shooting up your spine, eyes widening and it's not until you feel a wet slide that you calculated it being his tongue.

You accidentally moan.

It's wet and warm and long and when you gasped he slid it inside, keeping his lidded eyes open just to watch your reaction. You remembered his taste after all this time and as his tongue slides against and over yours in the lewdest of ways you can't seem to fight off the many memories he left you with of that tongue and its taste and before you can bother to get your scattered brain together you seem to melt. Falling into his hold like a damsel in distress and he was your knight, the one who was here to save you from your own damnation.

It almost felt right, felt…normal. To be here with him, tied up as the two of your tongues tangle and as angry as you are made you really did miss him and so… you can't help but give in, kissing, smooching, sucking on each other's tongues.

You find that there's nothing more you want to do be to reach those bond hands up to touch him, to hold him, to cling to him because after all this time maybe Vox really was your salvation and really he was just trying to remind you of that.

Remind you of the sins that led you to hell to begin with, or the way Valentino had treated you when you were under his rule even and you were sure if he had a point or if you were actually losing your mind but maybe Vox had another point stacked against you.

Maybe you were nothing but a silly woman who need guidance and Vox was one thing but you had been in hell long enough to know that even with who he was… being with him and by his side was a lot better, safer, than bwjng around and with many others down here.

And maybe, just maybe you were tired of fight, of running from him because Vox had also stated many times that you would never get away from him and you were starting to see it over, and over, and over again now. And unholy hell were you exhausted.

You slowly but sure give into his kisses, returning them out of both anger and desperation and all you want to do is have your hands be free so you could jump on him, cling to him like he was the only thing there in this hell but to your dismay and his pleasure, your still bound, even when he pulled away and left you panting heavily for breath that you previously didn't know you'd been missing.

“It doesn't matter how many times you run, I will always come and find you.” He says with a hum, a low sing songy voice as he caresses your cheeks again, watching as your chest heavily rises and falls and how red your face has grown just from a kiss all on its own. After all, if a kiss could make you blush so easily, imagining your reactions to biting you until you were covered in his marks or to him pounding you pussy open with his cock while you squeeze him only seemed to drive him wild with mad passion and lust.

To put it lightly, you belonged to him and if you needed to be taught such a lesson then he would teach you, over and over again until it finally stuck forever in that precious little head of yours.

“I own you and I'll make sure you know that, my love.” He says with a low and deep chuckle and you feel weak in his hold, useless, discouraged as well as… loved, admired, and adored… interestingly enough.

How were you supposed to make it out of this one?

Even you don't know the right answer right now.

~ ✨

[obsidianpen]

I came across this absolutely crack plot and thought you'd find this hilarious

https://www.reddit.com/r/HPfanfiction/comments/nqbv4o/voldemort_thinks_hermione_is_his_daughter/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

ha! I like that a lot more than the stores where hermione actually is Voldemorts daughter

but it aaaaaalso (buckle up if this is new to you) makes me think of the one plot bunny that I still randomly think about sometimes, where Voldemort did impregnate Bella before he lost his body and Bella did give birth in Azkaban but had her memories of it all wiped, and that baby was a boy named Saiph and he was secretly adopted by Andromeda and raised as their second child, not knowing he was adopted at all and he is one year younger than Harry so his first year there is when all the Parseltongue shit in the walls is happening and he can hear everything too but he keeps his Parseltongue a secret, both sweating and secretly laughing as poor Harry potter takes all the heat, also he is in hufflepuff even though the hat said ‘you absolutely should be in Slytherin’ but with Tonks as his older sister whom he loves and who also loves being a hufflepuff he says no because ‘I want to be in the common room near the kitchens’ and anyway he’s a absolute sneaky cuddly handsome shit and eventually Bella gets out of azkaban and suspects that she had her memories wiped and it all comes out thanks to some snape investigating (because Bella goes to him to resurrect her memories, because she fears her lord and master may not like having an heir, snape says ‘yeah he’d kill it fr fr’; so snape, who likes the idea of Bella owing him a huge debt, does some math, figures out what year he would be in if he was at Hogwarts, instantly starts looking in all the wrong places because ofc he’d have to be in Slytherin no? And is hella freaked out when it turns out to be Saiph, the fucking shit who invented ‘Exploding Snapes’ (the version of exploding snaps where all the carda have pictures of Snape and speak with snapes voice and insult the users with his snape like remarks and also scream in snapes beautiful tenor when they blow up), because he has given this kid more detentions than he can count, but now that he looks at his fucking face properly and realizes where his name comes from and who he’s been raised by, there is no doubt in his mind that this evil twisted little fucker is the offspring of two of the most evil twisted fucking people he knows… and daddymort is not at all pleased when he learns about his troublemaker, sweet as pie, brilliant, quidditch playing hufflepuff son who refused to be in Slytherin because he wanted easy access to midnight snacks. Thank you for listening to my Saiph Ted talk yet again, oh also he hardcore flirts with Harry, its a thing, daddymort continues to be displeased.

[justrainandcoffee]

Against all odds (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc) 2x06

Crossover Hunger - Games Peaky Blinders

First part Masterlist. Second part Masterlist → 2x01 2x02 2x03 2x04 2x05

Summary: Even if Alfie, Rose and Allie are living in a momentary bubble of happiness, he has time to warn Rose about some attitudes that Campbell has and it doesn't take her long to discover what it is. || The Shelbys face a tragedy. || Snow reappears. || Campbell has a secret on his back.

Warnings: Description of deaths.

Words: 3.6k

Rose being ascended to the rank of Victor, was something that she was still upset about. No matter what Campbell said, she refused to accept it.

"You agreed!" she yelled at Aveline later that night although she shouldn't have yelled at her. She appreciated the black woman, but Rose was mad. And still didn't understand why her friend was the first one to agreed with Campbell.

"I did. You are!" Then Aveline leaned towards Rose and whispered in her ear "if being a victor is the price to pay to be in Campbell's inner circle then I thought it was something you must agreed with it, too."

Rose opened her mouth, but once again Aveline was quicker "Goodnight, Rose Solomons. I'm fucking tired." Later in their new compartment and after Samuel returned to his after staying there taking care of Allie, who never woke up, the woman rested her head on Alfie's chest. He, already with his eyes closed, caressed her hair.

"It's ridiculous," she whispered.

"Not so much, if you ask me."

"I'm not a kid, Alfie. Those people weren't innocent victims, they ruined lives. They were monsters that deserved to die. It's different from what you were forced to do!"

"I understand your point of view, Rosie. But you can't deny that you were part of that and you were the only one who survived. Avie, is also right, take advantage of it sweetheart. Victors have a lot of benefits here."

Rose snorted "sure, that's why he sent you to make soup."

"He tried to revert his decision days after I was strong enough to walk on my own, but I refused. And yet, he sent me with your brother to the place where your hovercraft crashed because I demanded it. Samuel asked the same several times but he didn't listen to him. Same as the Golds."

"So, victors have privilege that even the Golds don't have."

"The Golds may ruled Capitol's underworld, but here they don't count."

"Campbell is a fucker, isn't he? If it weren't for the Golds, Campbell wouldn't stay here giving us orders like a stupid boss. The Golds provided him the access to the Arena. Aberama sent his people here with instructions specifically for him and his soldiers. Are you kidding me?"

"Campbell is a fucker, yes. And I know he attributes himself things that aren't entirely his. Probably, as you said, things that the Golds planned. Or even you."

"What?"

Rose lifted her head from Alfie's chest and even when she couldn't see him, she tried to look at him in the darkness of the room.

"He wants Snow's chair," Alfie replied "and if that means he has to lie to his people, then he's going to do it."

Rose grunted but rested her head on her husband again. Alfie fell asleep first, but she remained in silence thinking about this new situation for at least another hour. If Campbell wanted her as victor, then she was going to be one. Pretend, after all, was something she did the moment she left her home 18 years ago. She could do that once again.

.

Snow was alone in his office. Despite his efforts, he lost control in some districts. Including district 1 that was the second one to rebel against him. Those traitors.

He was watching in the monitor the different riots across the country. And everything started for a stupid song.

Music always invited people to do stupid things. Including him a lot of decades ago. Just a melody, a pretty face and he lost his mind. Same here. The young twins from district 9 that sang about dandelions and hope. And the lyrics contaminated the minds of thousands. The girl and the boy were dead, but the damn song remained. And you can kill people, very easily by the way, but you can't kill art. You can't kill what it is not alive. And few things were stronger than music. Thanks to the twins, now it was possible to see dandelions printed everywhere. Women using dandelion in their hair, kids holding them in their hands full of dirt. Men taking care of them in their gardens. The wind blowing them. Bees pollinating them. Snow realised very soon that they were everywhere. Because you can't destroy a dandelion shaking it, if you do that you're sending the seeds far away. They grew up even in the most impossible places.

And the rebels where doing the same.

It was impossible, in theory, that anyone could survive under the conditions the districts were now. 12 didn't exist anymore and yet, cameras showed some people living there to much Snow and his inner circle despair. Bombing district 8, should have ended with all hopes and yet, days ago he saw a flag with his face and a middle finger pointing at him.

District 11 survived the famine.

District 10 and 9 exchanged medice, bread and meat.

He didn't see it, but in district 7 a big percentage of the peacekeepers perished in the forest.

And district 13…

The heads of the people he wanted to see dead were there. And not all of them were victors.

Snow admitted that putting the despicable platinum members of the Capitol inside the games was smart. He didn't see that coming. He underestimated her, of course.

Although it was kinda fun to watch. At least for him.

Snow searched the video of the not official 76th games and pressed play.

The volcano island appeared in the screen. One of the arenas that Snow was most proud of. Once hosted at Aveline Young and 23 more kids. Everyone talked about the black girl back then, even him. When no one expected to see a victor from district 11, Young appeared to prove them wrong.

But now, contrary to that distant day, the volcano island received Matthew Sutton and five more people.

The youngest of the group even if all of them were around their late 20s and 30s. There wasn't Cornucopia, not there and not in the other scenarios.

A voiceover narrated the horrific things and vile acts they committed. Gang rape against a 15 years old victor, for example. Torture another sexually to their own pleasure. Mental abuse.

Matthew didn't waste his time to push his adversaries , that once called friends, into the lava when he understood what that was about. He didn't even flinch when he saw died in front of him. Their flesh melting like ice. He proclaimed to be the strongest. He won, he said, when the last one died.

Matthew Sutton didn't know that no one was going to survive this time.

The voice-over, calmed as ever, announced that the temperature of the volcano could cause such damage to the point of almost melting a human bone.

"But," the voiceover said in a bit humourous way "that must not be a problem for Sutton, right? He always proclaimed to be the hottest of them all."

Snow swore that whoever was the person narrating the games was laughing. "Let's see, ladies and gentlemen, how the hottest of them all, dies."

And it happened. Contrary to Aveline, Matthew Sutton slipped directly into the lava. He fought for his life for few seconds but he finally disappeared forever from life.

The rebels even recreated the sky showing the pictures of the fallen. This time they included the crimes they committed.

Snow watched how the rebels now showed the desert. Mortal and dry. Cactus waiting for the next victim. Same as the snakes. Only someone who knew this kind of landscape could survive. Someone like Eva Smith and her cunning brain.

The final destination chosen for Lawrence Evert. Probably the worst of all the people involved in the auction. If you won the games, then almost immediately you were property of Lawrence Evert. Not all them were under the protection of luca Changretta, he gave a fuck of almost all of them. But Evert didn't discriminate. Boys and girls were equally treated by him.

Matthew Sutton admired and was jealous of Evert reputation. Evert was synonym of devil. And he was proud of it. Not the smartest in town, but one that knew how to use power very well.

Snow didn't need to ask himself who was in charge of assigned the arenas to the different tributes. Rosebeth Evert was the answer. Or Rose Coldwell, Snow corrected himself. The wolf in sheep's clothing.

It was his fault, again. Snow invited her to the auctions to corrupt her because he thought she wasn't going to tolerate the level of inhumanity that was there. He wanted to corrupted her. But she did tolerate it and Snow never corrupted her soul. The only legal way she had to be with her real love, the only chance she had, she used it. And there she had the chance to studied the others very well, pretending be one of them.

If Rose sent her legal husband to the desert was a reason.

"He believed," the voiceover said, "that victors were gods and goddesses. Not human at all, but spiritual beings superior to all of us and that's why they won the games and he injected this idea in the rest of the auction members. They believed him and they followed his steps."

Two died thanks to the snakes-mutts. One was yelling at the cameras or whoever he believed that were watching at him, that he was going to give them money if they let them go. Money, everything was about money. No one rescued him either.

Unlike Sutton, Lawrence Evert wasn't the last survivor of the group, but he lasted long enough to suffer. The rebels increased the temperature of the desert.

His expensive shoes weren't made for that kind of ground. His body temperature was incredible high for a human and probably was starting to hallucinate. But if he removed his shoes, his feet were going to burn. The skin on his now bare shoulders was red. Same as his face. His eyes were dry and there were sores on his throat and mouth. Lawrence Evert was about to die, but not yet.

"One of the peculiarities of this man," the voiceover said to whole Panem watching the games, "is that he loved milk. But not any milk. Evert demanded breast milk. Of those female victors who got pregnant and had babies. He didn't care about the babies, for him they were just an obstacle between him and their mothers. And once again he got what he wanted, as always. But," the voiceover said as Evert fell on his knees, convulsing, "I wonder if he wants to be breastfeed or if he wants water now. Or nothing."

Evert's body was shaking on the sand. Mouth foaming. The once richest man the Capitol was counting the final seconds of his life on Earth. And then, just silence.

Snow turned off the tv. He already saw the next death. Rose Coldwell killing the eldest of the group was well commented.

Snow crossed his hands over his stomach and stared at the wall. He needed to think his next move. Unlike Lawrence Evert, he still had a functional brain.

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Rose woke up the next morning smiling. Alfie's kisses on her neck made her giggle.

"Good morning, Al."

"Good morning, love."

Alfie slid his hand under the nightgown that District 13 provided, touching her legs but she stopped him.

"We can't. Allie is here."

"She's still sleeping."

"No, Alfie."

"We need to find a moment to us, then, Rosie. I need you."

"Me too. But we can't here. It makes me uncomfortable and she can woke up in any minute. Once we have breakfast, we can return here the two of us. Allie probably will be playing with Laurie Nelson or my brother. Or Avie can take care of her for some minutes."

"A lot of minutes."

She smiled at him "all the time we need."

Alfie cupped her face and kissed her. He still couldn't believe that she was there with him. It was September already and he believed he wasn't be available to spend his birthday with her. But she did it in time and with their now daughter as a gift.

"You know I love you, right?" she said, stroking his beard.

"I should be an idiot if I don't know that."

He kissed her again. The biggest victory for both of them was being alive and they were taking advantage of that. They continued kissing until they heard the sweet voice of the girl asking for Rose. Their first morning as parents just started.

And to start the day, the Solomons discovered how energetic the girl was in the mornings. When Rose and Aveline were in the forest, Allie was usually tired and quiet. In part because she was still shocked, she was cold and food was scarce. But after two nights sleeping well, warm baths and especially food, her real personality was appearing.

"And I'm going to play with Cyril and with uncle Sam! Auntie Avie promised me we can visit this place. Yesterday Laurie's mama also told me she was going to told me about her district. She knows a lot of tales!"

"Allie," Rose stopped her, looking at her. "People here has jobs, even your uncle Sam and auntie Avie. Aveline was free yesterday because we just arrived here, but the President for sure wants her to work here as well."

"But she promised me!"

"I know. And I also know that you have a lot of plans todo do today, more than Alfie and me apparently. But if people can't, you can't forced them. Alright?"

Despite her pouts, Allie nodded. "But Cyril is free," Alfie interjected "And do you know what the dog told me?"

"Dogs don't talk!"

"Ah, sweetheart, that's what you think. Do you want to know what Cyril told me?"

Allie's grey eyes opened wide and nodded vehemently. But when Alfie leaned over her, instead of whispering a secret as Allie believed, her father started to tickle her sides causing the girl to laugh.

The girl wasn't aware, and probably never will, that not even in their wildest dreams her parents believed that this kind of life was possible. They always talked about living together for good in district 9. Rose went there only once but for her it was enough to know what Alfie told her about that place.

"There's a house," he told her once a lot of years ago "that has a willow tree. The greenest willow tree I ever saw. I like that house. It has pond, too."

"Who lives there?" she had asked.

"No one. It just there."

They dreamt about living there. Just the two of them and maybe a dog or two. But never believed, truly believed, that could be possible. Let alone the word family crossed their minds. Not just because she couldn't have kids but because the world was horrible to be a kid. Alfie and Rose grew up fearing their deaths every 4th of July, and they also saw dozens of them die every year. Family wasn't something for them.

So that's why adopting Allie, although not legally yet, was something that for them was so unreal and yet, so beautiful. The girl barely taller as Alfie's knees and that was laughing completely happy in that moment was the gift for them that they never expected.

Maybe now the house in district 9 that Alfie talked about. The one with the greenest willow tree and the pond, has a new bedroom this time for the youngest Solomons.

.

But that was a war and even when they were living in a momentary happy bubble, awful things were happening around the country and even inside the same 13.

What started as a quiet morning, usual according to Alfie, suddenly was interrupted by people yelling.

The three Solomons left their compartment to se what was happening. In one of the corridors that conducted to the lower floor, was Tommy Shelby grabbing Campbell by the neck. Lucy was trying to separate them. The chaos also captured the attention of other victors and average people living there.

"Tommy, Tommy!" Alfie pushed him back, away from Campbell before it was too late "look at me, mate. What the hell happened!"

Campbell was coughing and Tommy's blue eyes were full of hatred and Alfie could see tears too.

"He killed my brother! That's what happened!"

Alfie looked at Tommy confused. Impossible. The Shelbys were one of those families that made it to district 13. They were safe.

"It wasn't me!" Campbell yelled back.

"Lucy, what the hell is going on?"

The red haired woman had puffy eyes but she managed to explained what Tommy didn't.

"Campbell sent part of the soldiers to the frontier between 12 and 13 because he knew that a group of peacekeepers were there. And sent John, Arthur and some others there. It happened that it was an elite member of peacekeepers. They killed John and another two. And they took Arthur with them before heading back to the Capitol."

"I didn't kill him, Shelby. Cameras show people approaching. They're trained! It can be civilians like can be enemies. It was the second option this time!"

Campbell, recovered but still disheveled, point at Tommy with his cane "next time you accused me to murder someone I highly recommend to choose your words more wisely."

Campbell left the place and soon everyone started to move except for Lucy, Tommy and friends.

"I'm sorry," Nina said to them "but why did you think that it was on purpose?"

"Because yesterday afternoon we have an argument with him." Lucy explained "all the time Peacekeepers are surrounding us. Why sent John and Arthur there? Why specifically them?"

"The forest is constantly watched by the Capitol. We saw hovercrafts coming here flying over our head like vultures. We had to hide lot of times," Aveline said "Campbell should know that."

"Of course he knows! But he doesn't want his authority to be threatened," Lucy added. "And now John is dead and Arthur is a prisoner in the Capitol."

If he is alive, thought. But she didn't said it.

If there was a reason for Campbell to do that, they discovered it much later in the day when, at least, Rose saw for the first time district 13 in its wholeness.

Citizens were cheering him as he was about to do a speech. Somehow, Campbell across of all those decades in front of district 13 managed to make them believe that he was their saviour.

"…We did it!" he said speaking louder to the multitude "probably you already heard it, but we rescued two of our beloved people: Aveline Young, the fearless victor from district 11 and one of the rebels infiltrated in the capitol for a couple of years, Rose Solomons. We did manage to kill the abusers in the Capitol, because she helped..."

Rose wanted to screamed and didn't care if people around her could look at her as if she was crazy. That was what Alfie warned her the night before. Campbell taking credit of other people's job. Like Mr. Van Trapp, the Golds or even herself.

Campbell didn't want anyone eclipsing him. He wanted to rule Panem the same way he already did that in district 13. He banished two of the Shelbys for that reason. They were a threat.

When later Campbell was alone in his office, she opened the door without asking permission.

"I HELPED TO KILL THE RAPISTS? I DID IT! IT WAS MY FUCKING IDEA, I PLANNED IT! WHAT THE FUCK, YOU ASSHOLE, ARE TALKING ABOUT? AND WHAT RESCUED YOU FUCKING SAID? AVIE AND ME WALKED FOR MONTHS TO BE HERE!"

"People need to believe, Mrs. Solomons. An innocent lie to give them hope. They know me, they need a leader who can guide them."

Rose snorted. "You're not giving them hope, you're lying to them! Giving them the image of a fearless leader who's nothing but a fucking liar chicken. You didn't move your ass from your chair until you receive news from the Capitol and people who wanted to rebel against Snow. Where the fuck were you the last 20 years? 30 years? How many years have you been ruling this place? The victors you claim to protect… Fuck you, Campbell. You saw them fight, you saw kids die and you didn't care. You only acted when you were sure that your ass was going to be safe. And now you're acting like you are a god."

"It wasn't safe to act before."

"For you. A place like that could have taken just seconds to destroy everything in the Capitol and free the kids to their destiny. But you don't want that. You never wanted that. You want to be recognised as a hero… we all due respect, you're not a hero and you will never be. If I have to be the biggest nuisance between you and Snow's chair, then I will be. The last thing Panem needs is another dictator."

"Are you threatening me?"

"I am. Yes. Better you start to say the truth to the people, because you're going to regret that I am alive."

Rose closed the door and went to her compartment where Alfie and Allie were.

Campbell called the leader of his soldiers "I told you to check that everyone in that damn ship was dead."

"It was impossible for anyone survive the crash, sir."

"You can't see it wasn't impossible. And now I'm not dealing just with a bunch of murderers but also with one that knows how politics works. Next time I give you a fucking order, just obey! Kill means kill, alright?"

The soldier hesitated for a moment and then nodded, "yes, sir."

Campbell had several hovercrafts with the Capitol logo on it. That's how they rescued victors from the Arena. And that's why he ordered to shot the one where Rose, Bonnie's girlfriend and the pilot were. People in district 11 really believed that it was a ship from the Capitol because they saw the logo, impossible to believe that was one from 13. He didn't want Rose Coldwell in his district, not after he knew that she managed to lie to Snow at least for a decade.

But she didn't die and was exactly where he didn't want her to be.

Next

[corpsebasil]

there's so personal about sir nikolai :')

Sir Nikolai Rapunzel AU where he starts off all nobility/duty (or seeking redemption?? Reward?? Pre-knighting Nikolai promised knighthood if he returns with the princess?) but you become friends over time only for the trappings of knight/princess to lock in once the adventure is over

this one’s gonna be LOOOOOOOOONG my friend

You’d been kidnapped almost a year ago by some no-good noble that wouldn’t take refusal for an answer. He hasn’t touched you, thank god, but he was delusional enough to think that locking you in a tower would win you over. Stockholm Syndrome? Really???

But you were treated fairly well inside your captivity. You had a gorgeous view, paints, dozens of books, fine clothing, and almost daily new foods and treats were brought to you by an unseen servant that simply left it inside of your room.

There was a door, you knew, in your room that led to the hall. To the stairs that you could escape out of. But you’d become too lazy to try and open it anymore. That shit was impenetrable, and you had a feeling the door at the end of the stairs would be equally so.

Knights had come and gone trying to free you, trying to bring themselves glory. Some even, some men, were not yet knights but had been told they’d be knighted if they managed to bring you back home.

And oh god, they failed miserably every time.

Today, though.

Today you’re minding you’re own business when you hear a male voice call out to you from below. You give the window a bombastic side eye and ignore him, returning to your book. But he tries again, the dumb fucker.

“Your Highness!” He calls and you frown. “Princess!”

“Saints save me.” You grumble and stand, moving to the window. When you look down you see a blond man—handsome enough, more so than the others—and he’s got on a rather nice suit of armor. You almost snort—so he’s a peacock, then. “You can go now! I didn’t order any packages!”

“I’m here to save you!” He calls back and this time you do snort, smirking as you prop a hand on your chin and peer down at him.

“By all means, Sir.” You tell him, and he shakes his head.

“Just Nikolai! I’m not a knight, yet.”

“Oh?” You purr. “Yet? How presumptuous of you. And I’m sure you think saving me will grant this wish?”

“I know it will!” He grins and even here you can see the cocky smile on his face. “Sorry you had to wait for me so long, Your Highness.”

You scoff and move away from the window, absently hearing some shuffling occurring down below. Uncharacteristically annoyed you move to your basket of rolls on the dining table and pick one up before moving back to the window. Aiming, looking at his bent head as he examines the wall of your tower, you lob the roll down at him. It smacks him on the head and he jumps, earning a loud, almost witchy cackle from you.

“Alright.” He says, picking up the roll and tossing it up an inch or two in the air before catching it. “I see how it is.”

“Goodbye!” You call down sweetly, then go back inside, ready for your book.

Then you freeze.

Your body goes utterly still when you hear a sharp pinging noise hit the tower, then another, then another, the sounds getting closer every time. You’re still staring at the ground in mute surprise when you hear his grunt of exertion and then he’s in the tower, hauling himself over the window.

“Right, well.” He says, and you’re slightly surprised he doesn’t sound very out of breath. Your eyes slide very slowly to his and he gives you a casual smile. In his hands are two arrows. Arrows. He scaled the wall with—

“Are you mad?” You ask and he raises a blond brow. You move towards him and are not even sure why but you examine him fully with your eyes, as if looking for some kind of clue. He’s even more attractive in person and towers several inches over you. “You scaled a fifty foot tower in a full suit of armor with arrows?”

He pauses for a moment.

“Are you impressed?”

“Oh my god.” You exclaim and he has the audacity to laugh. Then you back up when he moves forward. “Ohhhh no. I’m not going anywhere with a crazy person. You’re raving mad. At least one of the men that tried and failed brought some rope to—HEY—!”

“Who says I didn’t bring rope?” He asks but you’re hearing him behind you and from above. Because this lunatic just threw you over one shoulder like a sack of potato’s.

“No no no, hey! Put me down! I’m not going anywhere with—wait I’m scared of heights don’t—”

“Don’t worry, princess.”

About five minutes later after much thrashing and screeching like a cat, he somehow managed to tie a rope to the windowsill, you still over his shoulder, and climb back down the tower. After your feet are on stable ground you wobble a bit, eyes wide and your mind stunned. He rolls his shoulders back and stretches, letting out an obnoxious yawn.

“Well.” He says. Casually. “I think thanks are in order.”

Your eyes slide so slowly to his you wonder if you’re going to start twitching. Then you lunge.

PART TWO COMING UP

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Okay so, I have a headcanon that Alastor's distortion ability means that Vox just straight up can't see the guy properly even if they're face to face.

Imagine the rage you'd feel, the frustration and sorrow and anger, of knowing that what you want is literally within reach but what's the point if you can never SEE it properly?

What if the only time the distortion stops is if Alastor wills it, or he's unconscious and unable to project it. And after all this obsession, after everything he has had to do to just get a glimpse of his old friend, his rival, the person he-... well, once upon a time and all that shit.

The pathways between desire, obsession and violence are all melted blobs of plastic in his mind, and he starts to find a perverse joy in harming the other. Soemthing Valentino encourages because of course, sinners regenerate no matter what he does to them, why not indulge?

It's also infuriating because it stops Vox from using his hypnotic suggestion on the other. Sure, it hasn't worked before... but that was then, and he's almost more powerful and influential than any other overlord around these parts now.

He itches to try, to see if this time he could win. If he could turn things back to how they Should be, how he Planned for them to Be. Not whatever this shitshow is.

His ace up the sleeve comes in the form of the drone footage from the battle. Alastor would rather die a second time than allow that to fall into the public domain, of course... all ego, Vox would think with not the smallest iota of irony.

A lure, a call and a taunt across the radio waves that draws the other close enough to blur before him. Triumph spreads through Vox's chest, a smug satisfaction that even the snide dismissal he receives can diminish.

What does he want?

You.

A sharp laugh stings something inside that felt too fleshy to be purely mechanical. He clenches sharp talons into fists, fans whirring as he fights for calm.

'Alright fucker, what are you willing to do to keep your dirty little secret off the air?' he needles.

"...why, nothing, my dear box. If you release it, I will sway the peoples to my side... after all, I faced down Adam and you... watched."

Enraged, he lashes out, fury rising as the other dodges with ease. Or, no... wait, his mechanical mind caught something and he runs back footage from a camera across the room. Hah, fucker's still hurt, isn't he?

Well, no need to share that he knows, just yet.

He presses on, using just enough telegraphing to let Alastor know where he intended to strike and how... subtly moving the other in the right direction. He sees, SEES with a hundred hidden eyes, the distortion starting to fade... the tremble in the rigid limbs, the taut way the other refuses to bend and twist as he normally would. The hint of sweat on a brow and the quiet wheeze with each breath.

"C'mon Al, I promise that if you were to just... forget all the mess of the past and join the Vees, we could absolutely help you turn this PR nightmare into a campaign to get that shitty hotel at full capacity. You just need to play along for a bit, and maybe consider letting us try out some modern tech with you. It won't burn."

'I'd rather no- ack!'

Vox grins wildly as the cables of his command chair lash out about the other Overlord, ensnaring whatever it could to tangle the man into motionlessness. Normally, the other would drop into shadow... but this... was a victory unanticipated, it looked like Al couldn't.

He pulsed low currents through the cables, forcing the other to focus on not screaming instead of bantering with Vox. The urge to laugh maniacally came and went. Subsumed with momentary awe at this accomplishment... at the glimpses of Alastor's form he saw between the electricity. Fuck, he'd missed that face.

"Hey, just... stop fighting and we can get the ball rolling on our new collaboration, right?" Vox filled the silence, his hands outstretched to take the half-glitched face between his palms. "Shhh, c'mon, just give it up already. You know this is the best thing for us."

"There isn't. An. US." Alastor ground out, limbs shuddering in the metallic web. His next words fell into garbled static so distorted that Vox couldn't even guess at the sentence... but the world seemed to snap silent a second later anyway.

The distortion fell away, as the fully-defined exhausted expression of the Radio Demon came into his view. The man finally unable to cloak any longer as electricity crackled thrrough his veins and blood dribbled through several layers of attire.

Vox's heart thundered, his eye swirling, body tensed like a spring about to launch skyward. "Al... I see you. Fuck, I can-... no, just-..."

He takes a breath, letting the sensation of his power slip into place like a glove, even as he made certain to capture the gorgeous features from every angle for the future in case this didn't work out...

"It's okay, Al. You're going to be okay, and you're going to be part of the Vees... part of the Us we were always meant to be." Something hot pooled in his abdomen at the sight of swirling irises overtaking the radio dials in those beautiful, sinister eyes. "We can take as long as you want, I'm patient, promise. But the Radio Demon will join the future, if I have to drag you kicking and screaming into it..."

He laughs, but the sound trails off as the wet plip-plip-plop sound of crimson striking the metallic floor can be heard, and the subtle shuddering under his hands became more pronounced.

"Shit... seems like he hit you harder than we thought, huh? It was hot as fuck, but the Vees take care of their own. You're going to listen to my voice now, and push the pain aside to somewhere you can't feel it anymore... then when I say the word, you're going to take a nice long nap while we fix this mess you made of yourself. Get you all sorted out, huh? Then when you wake up again, you'll remember how badly you wanted to join us, and everything we talked about just now. Okay?"

Alastor shuddered, one hand clenching like he was tugging at an invisible string. Something green flared to life briefly.

"...lotte... lp" the Radio Demon mumbled around the hypnotic hold.

Vox wags a finger in front of that angular face, grinning at th audacity. "Uh-uh, that's being sneaky, Mister. I think it's time you went to Sleep."

As the form slumped, Vox took the other into his arms.

Well, if the stubborn beautiful bastard had really summoned someone here maybe he could use them to get a message back to that Princess and her father. See if they'd be open to a little deal or two for good press, if one of them could heal Adam's little 'love tap' here.

No sense going to all the trouble of capturing his beloved nemesis if the man died immediately of angelic stupidity.

He hurled them into the electicity stream through a nearby camera and stepped out into the combined Vee suites in the penthouse.

"Daddy's home, and he brought a friend!" he crows, as Valentino and Velvette move over to assess the situation.

"No fuckin' way, I can actually get a picture of the red-haired ponce!" Vel exclaimed, and lowered the phone. "Maybe not now, cause that's a right bloody mess, but soon... I'm going to have the rarest selfie in all of the 7 rings, I will. Might wanna let me have a go with my threads though, looks a bit fucked up, there."

"If you don't mind, babydoll, I would love for you to fix whatever mess he's got going on..." Vox responds, using cables to keep Valentino's hands from straying too far in any direction on the deer. "Hey, this is mine first, you know that, look but don't touch too much right?"

"Aw, but Voxxy, I wanna see what he's hiding..." Valentino grinned, but pulled back his hand as the wetness of the shirt made contact. "Ugh, maybe later then... I'm all for fluids, baby, but that's just gross."

The contact jarred the Radio Demon back to some level of wakefulness, earning Val a glare from Vox. The moth rolled his eyes and exhaled pink smoke over the deer, dulling the sharpness of whatever discomfort Alastor may have been experiencing.

"See? I can be kind, Voxxy... you let me know if you need more of that to keep him settled. Not that I don't want to see the feisty side, but... well, he looks a little close to second-death, which is a bit of a turn off."

Vel storms back in with a first aid kit the size of an imp in one arm and the Anti-Horni-Val squirt bottle in the other. He gets doused.

"Okay, everyone fuck off and let me fix this."

----

Across town, Charlie paused mid song as the chain at her wrist flared pitifully, tugged upon in something that felt like suffocating panic clawing up the back of her throat.

"Char...lotte... he...lp..." seemed to fill her mind, and she knew at once who had called her. Her head throbbed, unused to hearing the other through the links.

Vaggie stepped forwards, nearly slamming into Lucifer, as they both tried to find out what had happened. Why she'd stopped singing.

The link on her wrist flared again, and her father's eyes filled with rage.

She waved them off, desperately.

"Listen, I don't know how or what's going on, but I just heard Alastor in my head asking for help... and he sounded really hurt. We... we have to go find him."

"No."

"Dad, I'm going."

"Do you feel a compulsion to go anywhere specific?" Vaggie asks.

"...somewhere full of... my skin is prickling like there's static all over me now." Charlie replies, trying to wrack her brain for a clue.

"Reckon he's probably trapped at Vee Tower, and this has something to do with Vox, Princess." Husk interjects, holding a frantic Niffty in one arm as he entered. "That's where the chains are running to when we summon 'em. And if he's there, we gotta move fast. I hate the bastard but... he don't deserve what Vox will force him to do if he gets the chance."

"Hey, King of Hell? Can I speak now? Good. Charlie, forget the deer. I can get you a new overlord!"

"Dad, NO. It's part of our Favour anyway... I would have to go even if I wasn't planning on doing it anyway because he's my friend.

"...fine. But if he's pulling a prank, I'm gonna pull... his legs off and beat him with them."

"Well fuck me sideways..." Husk mumbles, catching attention from around the room. He turns around his phone screen. "Angel just took this, said Vox came into the penthouse with Alastor, and Val was so interested in the situation the moth forgot he was there. Looks pretty bad."

Charlie tugged at her hair as the image depicted an alarming amount of blood on her hotelier... and something wrong with his eyes. Then it hits her. "Wait, how did Angel take this photo? He does the..." she wiggled "to photos and videos."

"That's never a great sign." husk agrees, and rolls his shoulders, releasing Niffty. "Well, let's go beat the shit out of three overlords who need a reminder on the concept of consent, I guess."

Niffty was the first through the portal, her laughter shrill as the world filled with the sound of Valentino's horrified screaming, and the wet slick-crunch-slush sound of a blade in motion.

"Alright, hands off the bellhop, that's hotel property..." a bored Lucifer mumbles, blasting the sinners away from the red overlord on the couch. He glances at the wound, and winces as a sudden swell of Adamness washes over him. "Ugh, okay, I'm gonna throw up... and we'll need to patch that up later, alright? Don't you die on us, Busboy, because if I have to take on your paperwork tasks for the hotel I can and will launch myself into the Abyss between Worlds. So many fucking forms, I swear..."

As long as he's talking, the King doesn't have to acknowledge any kindnesses done to the daughter stealing motherfucker he's basically carrying out of there.

"Char-char, got your deer, let's go home!"

She's got Vox pinned under the trident, wrath on her face as he frantically tried to hypnotise her. "I think we can help you, Mr Vox, with our therapeutic approach to making Good Choices. Maybe Valentino too... a lesson can be learned about keeping our hands to ourselves, maybe?"

"Charlieeeeeeeeee my darling, we can kill them later, let's just go before my shirt turns red."

"Oh, oh shit... that's not great, huh?" Charlie is back to her regular self, frantic once more.

Vaggie, on the other hand, pointed her spear at the barely alive Valentino. "Hand it over, fucker. I'll call Niffty off if you give me the contract..."

He spat at her feet and used a truly heinous slur. But after a few more gentle prompts in the form of Niffty's knife and the spear, he grumblingly handed over the scroll binding Angel to himself.

"Much obliged."

"t-ttttake him from meeeee3333 and I will make sur3333e all of Hell sees that fight!" Vox yelled, desperate as control spiralled away. "He333'll be killed the next ttttti1111me3 you let him out of your s-iiii-iiight, Hell lov33335ss a chance to ki111lll an Overlo0000rdddd when they're WEAK!"

Vaggie swings her spear around. "What are you on about?"

Charlie has her eyes narrowed. "I think... when he fought Adam, something went wrong and he had to leave... and Mr Vox was watching. But we're not leaving him here. You can release the video, but hell will go through me first to get to him, to any of my friends."

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Give me 45 seconds without all this drama and I'll have this fixed. What were you gonna do with it, stitch it closed and hope for the best with your little brain trick keeping the pain away? Now THAT'S weak planning at its finest."

"Yer a fuckin' creep, Vox... so we're going. Stay classy." Husk grins, tugging a stunned angel with one hand and holding a writhing Niffty by the back of her dress with the other. "Don't forget, we can always release Niff back into yer space anytime, and you gotta sleep eventually... so best back off. You know she loves Al almost as much as you think you do. Not a fan of you tryin' to hurt him, got me?"

That blank, feral eyeball falls on Vox. "He... hurt Sir?"

The knife raised pointedly.

Vox felt he was about to Download in his tailored slacks.

Charlie clapped, "Okay veryone, let's go home!" she chirped. Her eyes shinging as her brain caught up with the fact everyone had worked together to achieve this goal.

They stepped through the portal in a clump of bodies, leaving behind a decimated tower and at least one half-dead overlord.

Vel couldn't help herself. "Well that could have gone better."

Vox briefly thought about electrocuting her... but first he needed to switch pants.

----

etc.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Conformity is Anywhere

TW: SA (I didn't let that fucker get too far as the bartender took out the trash), biphobia, bisexual angst

A/N: The bar is completely fictional. It just sounds so cool to me. Also, there's a happy ending!

Summary: Eddie struggles with the fact that conformity can belong to any group. Does he belong anywhere?

Eddie Munson was a virgin. That was a fact that was never going to change. He knew it. He had been to Indie a couple of times to meet both men and women. His luck was always rotten. It would start off great with guys, at first, until he told them he was bisexual. He would get a few of people saying things that actually hurt a lot.

"Oh, honey, that's not a thing."

"You're just confused."

"You're clearly trying to experiment. I've been in that situation. I do not want to do that again."

"You're clearly gay."

The last part confused him, more than hurt him because the guy had given him a once over. He dressed gay? How in the fuck is a bisexual supposed to dress? Maybe it was the hanky in his back pocket. He hadn't even known about the hanky code, and he did it because James Hetfield wore a hanky. Also, why the fuck can't bisexuals use the hanky code? Eddie had decided not to go back for a while because it really sucked that even the community you're supposed to feel safe with doesn't even like who you are. He had long since pushed the bar to the back of his mind, especially after everything during spring break.

He was a free man, no longer wanted for murder. Though the townsfolk wouldn't do anything to get arrested for, that didn't stop them from giving him glares, wishing he was dead or shielding their children from him. It was also difficult to buy anything in town as they did have the right to refuse service, so Eddie depended on his friends buying him things. He hated it. He never felt more like a mooch.

He didn't think about the bar at all until Robin and Steve came out to him. He had been happier to hear that he wasn't alone in being queer especially knowing that he and Steve were the same. Part of it was also because he had a crush on the guy, but it wasn't the main reason. He had yet to meet another bisexual. It was thrilling, and he didn't want to lose that. He was sure he was never going to tell Steve about his crush. Just because they're both bisexual and Eddie likes him doesn't mean that Steve should or would like him back.

"I know of someone who wants to go to a gay bar," Robin had said to Eddie and Steve, wiggling her eyebrows at Steve. "They heard there's a good one in Indie that used to be a bookstore."

"It's still technically also a bookstore. They still sell books. How'd they hear about it?" Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow at Steve as he had assumed that's who she was talking about.

"From their cousin's friend's older brother's roommate," Robin said. "Did I get that right? Yes, yes, I did."

"Have you been there, Eddie?" Steve asked.

"A few times," Eddie shrugged, looking into his drink. "Struck out every time."

"Well, I mean, it wouldn't be just to hook up. It would be nice to know that there were more people like us," Steve said with a shrug.

"Don't get your hopes up there, Stevie," Eddie scoffed.

"What do you mean?" Steve asked.

"I mean, there are gays and lesbians, of course, but I only went there a few times, and I hadn't met another until I started getting to know you, Steve. I mean, there could have been some there, but I didn't talk to everyone, and I didn't stay long enough to find out," Eddie said. "I did what do best, I ran away from a difficult situation."

"You make it sound like they're not very inclusive of bisexuals," Robin said with a raised eyebrow.

"The ones I met weren't, but maybe we just need to meet the right people, so let's give it another try, shall we?" Eddie asked, with a smile on his face.

"That's the spirit. After all, there are assholes in every group, right?" Robin said. "We just have to dig to get to the gooey center."

"Ew, Robin."

The next weekend came quickly. Eddie pulled up to Steve’s house, where everyone would be meeting, to find a redhead waiting with them. Eddie jumped out to greet them.

"Who's this then?" Eddie asked with a grin.

"Eddie, this is Vickie Fisher. . .she's my girlfriend," Robin said with a smile.

"So, you're definitely not going there to hook up," Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"No, definitely not," Vickie said. "Um, Robin said that it's okay that it's okay if I tell you that I'm bisexual."

Eddie hollered and clapped his hands.

"May I hug you and spin you around? I'm sorry, I don't get to meet many bisexuals," Eddie said.

"Okay," Vickie said, laughing.

Eddie grinned as he hugged her, picked her up, and spun her around. Vickie giggled. He set her gently on the ground.

"I'm sorry if you think I'm too weird now," Eddie said.

"Please, I like weird," Vickie said, scoffing and burying her nose into Robin's neck. "Obviously."

Eddie cooed at them while Robin rolled her eyes, smiling.

"Well, at least, I'm not obsessed with Scooby-Doo," Robin said affectionately while Eddie gasped.

"You too, Gingersnap?" Eddie asked, clutching his chest and Vickie giggled.

"That's what my dad calls me, and yes, I'm totally obsessed with Scooby-Doo," Vickie said.

"Man, it must be a bisexual thing because Steve’s obsessed with it too," Robin said. "He thinks that Fred and Shaggy are bisexual. Also, they've secretly hooked up."

"It's not obsession. I just think that it's a very real possibility," Steve said.

"Yes!" Eddie said, shaking Steve’s shoulders. "Shaggy has definitely gotten high with Fred and taken him in the back of the Mystery Machine."

Eddie was rubbing Steve’s shoulders while Steve’s cheeks reddened. Eddie clapped his hands together, rubbing them, while Vickie and Robin shared a look, giggling.

"What?"

"You know, it's a children cartoon," Robin said. "It's for children."

"Don't worry, guys, I'll turn her to the dark side," Vickie said. "I can definitely convince her that Velma's a lesbian."

"Hey, what's in that container?" Eddie asked, finally noticing what was in Vickie's hand.

"Oh, I made gingersnaps for the ride up there," she replied with a giggle, and Eddie laughed.

Eddie had forgotten how cozy it was inside the bar, how comfortable it felt. There was still room to dance on the lower floor, and on the upper floor were shelves lined with books. Sofas also lined the upper floors. On the lower floor, there was a bar in the very back, and Eddie grinned when he saw his favorite bartender. He had been the one who had been witness to his many failures. Though Eddie hadn't been back in a few months, he made sure to call Teddy every once in a while. Yes, his name was Teddy. He would jokingly call him his twin due to the fact that Teddy was quite a bit taller than him with the prettiest blue eyes of anyone he had ever seen. He laughed when Teddy jumped over the bar to wrap Eddie in a hug. There was a mirror behind the bar, and Eddie could have sworn that he saw Steve scowling at Teddy, his arms crossed. Eddie shook his head and pulled away from Teddy, laughing.

After Eddie caught up with Teddy, he turned around to find that everyone had split up. Robin and Vickie had gone upstairs to browse the bookshelves. Meanwhile, Steve was flirting with a guy near the dance floor. Eddie cursed his own stupidity. Of course, Steve was going to find someone here. Eddie sighed and ordered himself a drink, plopping down at the bar.

"A pretty boy like yourself shouldn't look so sad. It should be illegal," a voice from beside him said.

Eddie looked over and saw a blond guy leaning against the bar next to him. He was pretty with golden hazel eyes, and freckles spread across the bridge of his nose. He had a square jaw like Steve’s but his smile reminded him of Chrissy. His hair was longer than Steve’s, just barely, though. There was something in his eye, though, that made him weary.

"Me? Pretty boy?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, you. My name's Roger," the handsome man said. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Are you blind?" Eddie asked.

"No."

"Then you can clearly see that I have a drink," Eddie said and sighed. "But you're welcome to sit down and chat if that's what you're looking for."

"A chance to chat with a handsome man," Roger purred. "What else would I be looking for?"

"What's your angle here, Roger? If that is, in fact, your real name," he replied.

"I know who you are," Roger whispered eagerly.

"Okay. Here we go," he said, rubbing his face and taking a swig of his beer.

"No, you didn't deserve to be hunted down like that, Eddie," Roger said. "You were the obvious choice. Everyone else was too stupid to think about anything else."

"You really believe that," Eddie stated.

"Of course," Roger said with a grin.

There was something that didn't quite meet Roger's eyes when he smiled, but maybe it was the beer talking or the fact that Eddie was frustrated that the one he wanted to be sitting here beside him wasn't here. Maybe Eddie was just trying to look for the bad in people like the way people looked for in him. He relaxed and started to converse with Roger. A couple more beers in, and Eddie couldn't help but talk about Chrissy. How pretty she looked when she smiled and how he wished he could have seen her live to be happy even if it wasn't with him. Even if it wasn't with him, he would have given anything for her to be happy. He talked with Roger about how special she was.

"Maybe she was the exception," Roger said.

"What?" Eddie asked, startled.

"I said maybe she was the exception to your rule, Eddie," Roger said coyly. "Maybe I could fuck it out of you. The confusion. Is that what you did first? Did you fuck them first? I want to be next, Eddie. Take me next, Eddie. Please, Eddie."

The realization nearly sobered him up. Roger didn't think he was innocent. He wanted to be Eddie's next victim. Roger pressed his hand against the inside of Eddie's thigh. He jumped back, spilling his beer. He could feel the bile rising to his throat. Eddie jumped off the stool, knocked it to the ground, and ran from Roger. He brushed past Steve, Vickie, and Robin as he ran out the front door. He ran into the alley and began puking his guts out. Suddenly, he felt a hand pressed to his back, and he reacted. He turned around, grabbed the person, and slammed them against the wall.

"Well, this is familiar," Steve said sarcastically and then softened his voice. "Eddie, are you okay?"

Eddie started sobbing and collapsed against Steve, crying into his neck. They ended up both collapsing to the ground with Eddie straddling Steve’s knees. Steve wrapped his arms around him and held onto him tightly. Once Eddie's sobs subsided a little bit, Steve pulled back, cupping Eddie's face. He leaned his forehead against Eddie's.

"What happened?"

Eddie whimpered and told him about Roger.

"I don't want to disappear, Steve. I don't want who I am to disappear. I know who I am. I'm not a monster, Steve. I'm not a freak. Just because they can't understand. . .I know who am I, Steve. I know, Steve, and they can't. . .I won't let them take that away from me. Hawkins tried to make me disappear, tried to swallow me up, and tried to make me conform to their ideals of what a good man should be, but I'm a good man, aren't I? I know I've made mistakes, but I don't think I've ever intentionally tried to hurt someone. I would never do to Chrissy. . .what that bastard did to her. I know what I am, Steve, and I know what I want. Why does that make me a bad person? I won't let them take that away from me because they can't understand it, I won't!" Eddie sobbed and yelled, his fists clutching Steve’s shirt. "And they can't fuck it out of me either. I'm not a monster like him."

"I won't let them take it away from you either. You're not a monster. And Eddie, Roger is a psychopath who just so happens to be queer. Being bisexual isn't wrong. Just like being gay or being a lesbian isn't either. You and I are bisexual. No one is going to erase us. No one," Steve promised, his hands trembling and his voice shaking. "This is probably a bad time, but . . . Eddie, I love you."

"I love you too, Steve," Eddie said, sniffling. "You know, I don't think there's a bad time to tell someone you love them."

"You know that I mean, like, romantically, right?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, I got that. Me too," Eddie said.

"Is it alright if I kiss you?"

"Is it alright if I say that I want to wait until my mouth no longer tastes like tears and vomit?"

"Yeah, come on, we should get to the hotel," Steve said and picked him up.

"Weee!" Eddie exclaimed, and Steve promptly dropped him on his feet as they stood up.

Steve grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the alleyway. Robin and Vickie were at the very end. Their eyes were filled with tears.

"We tried to get far away, but your voice carried and we -," Robin began.

"You tried not to listen?" Eddie asked. "Don't worry yourself, Buckley."

"Eddie? Can I give you a hug?" Vickie asked.

"Bring it in, Gingersnap," Eddie said.

Vickie threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Eddie grabbed Steve and pulled him into the hug, causing Vickie to laugh. She made grabby hands at Robin.

"This feels more like a bisexual group hug to me," Robin said cheekily.

"You're supporting your bisexual girlfriend by joining in," Vickie said.

"Fair point," Robin said as she threw herself at them.

They stayed like that for a while, surrounding Eddie in a group hug. It was nice, and Eddie felt this wave of affection for this little group. He remembered when he first moved here to live with Wayne, and for the longest time, he didn't think he would ever make friends until he met Gareth, and soon, the others started to fall into place. He hadn't felt like he had belonged until he met them, especially when they created the band. The puzzles continued to fall into place when he created Hellfire, where more pieces were added when Dustin and the others joined. For a brief, shining moment, he thought he found another piece in Chrissy, but it had been lost as soon as it had been found. Right here, right now, he felt like all the pieces had come together. Right in the middle, though, were empty places for his mother and Chrissy. . .never to be refilled. He was as whole as he could be, and he was happy.

"Let's take a picture," Vicki squealed as she pulled out a Polaroid camera from her bag. "Robin, baby, you have pretty long arms."

"You want to commemorate me getting assaulted by a potential serial killer?" Eddie asked. "Speaking of that, what happened with that?"

"Oh, Teddy said he would take care of it," Steve said. "Uh, is bartending his only job?"

"Nope."

"Are you going to tell me what his other job is?" Steve asked.

"Nope!" Eddie exclaimed and paused, rolling his eyes. "Only because I don't know what it is and I'm too afraid to ask. Anywho, Gingersnap, you wanted to remember this moment?"

"I wanted us to remember the fact that you find kinship with all of us tonight, and honestly, so did I. I want us to remember this moment because it's where we all realized that we don't have to conform to anyone's definition of who they think we are," Vickie said. "Whether we're bisexual, gay, or lesbian or anything else that we want to be in this world that I can't think of yet."

"I love you guys," Eddie said fondly. "Robin, Vickie, I'm sorry, but it's strictly platonic."

Robin rolled her eyes, raised the camera, and stuck out her tongue. Vickie peered around, hand on one of Robin's hips. Eddie grinned lovingly at Steve and rested his head on Steve’s shoulder. Robin took the picture.

[taintedcigs]

labyrinth sounds super sweet 🥹 do you per chance have a snippet you might be willing to share with a poor commoner such as myself? 🙏🏼

oh you sweet lil angel OF COUUUURSE!! i actually was gonna make that a little mini-series buuuut i have decided to make it a oneshot (probably a very long one, wooops), i still don't know what direction it will take but it has a stupid meetcute ? i keep gushing abt <33

it's basically steve being fully pessimistic abt love, after many failed dates robin tried to set him up on. and JUST when he thinks he lost all hope, you swarm into family video, making a little offer steve can't refuse <3

its still a very VERY rough draft but snippet under the cut that might be a teeny tiny long <3

Robin, leaning against the counter with an air of annoyance, “Already turning into a miserable old man I see?” She quipped, a playful glint sparkling in her bold icy gaze.

With a roll of his eyes, Steve chose to ignore her jests, fingertips grazing against the tape in his hand before he pushed it next to the others. “Anyway, I’m just saying I don’t want to do this whole love bullshit anymore, so, I can and will shut myself off,” he grumbled.

Miserable old man. Robin thought to herself. “Whatever you say,” she mumbled, conceding to his stubbornness.

“But,” She leaned further onto the counter with a sheepish smile, “you never know when true love is gonna find you!” Her attempt to inject a bit of optimism into Steve's newly cynical outlook fell deaf on his ears.

A bitter huff escaped from those otherwise sweet lips. “If it comes looking for me I’ll be here fixing the damn horror section, thanks to those idiotic kids!”

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head in disapproval before she went back down to counting the stocks, scribbling down some nonsense to avoid Steve. 

“I swear if I ever see those little fuckers again—” Steve’s little rambling to himself was interrupted by you. Like a sudden burst of sunlight piercing through his gloomy clouds.

“Hi! Sorry for bothering but—” Such a soothing voice usually would've made him melt. But, with such bitterness filling his body, it only made Steve snap.

“What?” He asked, rather rudely, body jerking back with the annoyance of dealing with another customer. That was until he faced you, regret filling his skin faster than the caffeine still swimming in his veins. 

“Oh—uh, sorry, didn’t mean to—” You muttered, startled by his semi-rudeness, yet once he saw you his demeanor, that stupid ice wall melted quicker than he built it up. 

“No, shit, I’m sorry, I mean not shit— fuck, ah.” He rambled, embarrassed, a salmon pink color rushing to his cheeks, almost knocking over the trolley he was standing next to. 

Thankfully, you let out a sweet giggle, saccharine, charming. “Don’t worry, I totally get that, the whole anger and cussing thing.”

“No, no, I swear I’m not like an angry person—” He tried to reassure, and you were quick to give him another smile, one he felt he didn't deserve. 

“I get it. Customers aren’t always right, you know?” You gave him an understanding shrug, almost comforting him, and Steve felt that giddiness again, the one he thought he had fully lost. 

He really was pathetic. 

“Yeah,” he breathed. 

“I just started working in that coffee shop down the street, and shit, indeed. These people can be mean,” you further related, and Steve couldn't help but get a better look at you—chocolate gaze getting caught onto the crescent moon necklace clasped around your neck, Levi’s jeans hugging your curves in the best way, and a graphic tee to pair it with. Effortlessly stunning.

Still out of breath, and attempting to seem collected, Steve managed to ask, “Merrill's?” 

The worst coffee in town. The only coffee shop in Hawkins. Toilet water quality type of coffee, and always the stalest pastries. But, shit, if you were there, Steve was more than willing to chug a gallon of their coffee. 

[momo-de-avis]

Fun story. Sometime last year I started with a company that assigned random tour guiding jobs and eventually I got a gig with an australian company that did the same shit every year. Clients arrive in PT through madrid. My job was to give them a walk tour of Lisbon and Belém. This day it turned out I had a surprise: there was a second group I did not know existed, and which I had not been informed of, who needed to meet with my group at X hours in Lisbon. They had a second guide with them I didn't know who it was and had no contact with. The Tour Leader (TL), who has a cabbage for a brain, instead of giving me the tour guide's contact as I requested, called the second tour leader who put the tour guide on the phone to then speak with me through my tour leader's phone, which has to be the most complicated method imaginable. A point to note here is that the other guide was super difficult. He refused to find a solution with me because "he was not told what to do" and I eventually had to force him to accept a conclusion bc idk this fucker couldn't solve a very simple problem.

This is a bus gig. I'd never done buses before but I'd done Belém plenty of times and was pretty comfortable. All I had to do was pick up a mic and speak to them about the city. Easy.

Imagine my surprise when the absolute dork ass loser of the bus driver puts his hands on the wheel and says "tell me the way". And I'm like. What the fuck do you mean. He means it's my job apparently to instruct this professional bus driver who refuses to turn on his GPS on the exact path from butt fuck nowhere Marques de Pombal to Belém. Literally turn left, right, straight ahead.

Important detail here is that the clients are australian, so the tour is in english, but the dumbass tour leader and the even dumber driver are spanish, so I am actually switching back and forth between english and spanish during this whole ordeal (at one point I did accidentally speak spanish to the australians, yes).

Somehow we arrive in Belém without crashing the fucking bus and I do my job. I know the clients had a good time and that's all I care about.

Then we return to Lisbon. Yes I had to yet again provide the BUS driver minute by minute instructions on how exactly to return, and while doing so, I was grabbing the mic, speaking in english about the city, lowering the mic and quickly going "ahora todo recto hasta el edificio amarillo y despues a la izquierda". i have never multitasked this fucking hard in my life. We get to central lisbon, where I was instructed by TL to meet with the other group there, so the people on my bus would be dropped off.

Now, I came to learn that every month this shit happens, and yet they fuck it up every single time. Basically, the tourists are given a plan. The plan states that they are going from point A to point B. At point B they can decide if they want to go to point C. Those who don't want to are promised a ride back to the hotel, those who want to hop onto one of the buses and head over to point C. Except every time, there's no ride back to the hotel, they just leave them stranded in the middle of central lisbon.

But at the time I did not know this.

So imagine my face when I deliver my clients to second group, and out of fucking nowhere, there's this angry Australian lady who is speaking to second TL, and then she turns, spots me with fucking T1000 eyes, lifts her finger abd aggravatingly says IT'S ALL HER FAULT!

At this point I'm like. So help me god. What else is coming. Now, my TL is mushy brain but in his defence he immediately stepped forward and defended me. But meanwhile this woman is still T1000ing me and insisting everything was my fault, when I don't even know what everything is. And it's then that I hear her say "our tour guide said to us she changed the plan!"

She means the afore mentioned plan of going from A to B and then optionally going to place C. She was rightfully upset that she'd been informed she'd have a bus ride back to the hotel and now was stranded in central lisbon (their hotel was not central at all). However, their tour guide, which happens to be the difficult motherfucker I had to communicate via three different phones in the most complicated way right before starting the tour, apparently panicked and instead of doing the correct thing which was relay the lady's complaints back to the TL, he threw me under the bus, accused me of changing plans I didn't even know existed, and hoped for the best.

Mind you, I did not blame the lady. I'd be proper pissed in her place too. But that was the moment I became T1000 and looked around for this motherfucker.

And when I saw him I realised I knew who this piece of shit was.

It turns out he's a tour guide who worked for a Free Tours company whose name I wont give out but they wear yellow, which is an incredibly predatory company, and I say this with full confidence because I actually interviewed for them and it was the most pathetic job interview I've ever experienced. It's the kind of place you pay to work (free tours the guide has to pay 3-5€ per client and they rely entirely on tips, they don't have wages. Kind of like real estate but more predatory). The guides for this company have their meeting spot in the same square as we do (as do several other companies).

This was the only stupid ass who always started shit.

He once screamed at a coworker of mine because he insisted they owned the square (I'm talking about fucking Rossio). He once offered violence to another coworker of mine, I don't even know why anymore. He once tried to start shit with me too. He spoke to some of my clients who had arrived before me and when I got there he went on a fucking rampage going "WE'RE GOING TK START STEALING YOUR CLIENTS BECAUSE YOU PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS LATE". I let him have it and stayed quiet. When he was done, in most dead pan tone, I just said 'mate there's 10 minutes left before the tour starts, go do your job'.

You ask anyone who regularly tours in Rossio they will know who this fucker is. He is rude, aggressive and a piece of shit.

And apparently a fucking coward too.

Instantly after that, I picked up the phone and called the company, who only called me back hours late cause lol, and told them this would never happen again. After explaining that next time I will refuse to do anything whatsoever if a bus driver ever tells me it's my job to tell the way, I explain that if I were them, I would never collaborate with this absolute piece of shit again bc this is unprofessional beyond belief.

I have since been forgotten by that company lmfao they literally stopped calling me but to be fair it was an amicable divorce bc I swore I'd never work with them again.

It's been like 7 months. I come to learn that piece of shit stayed in that shit ass company nonetheless which shows just how desperate they are. In this time that has since passed, a couple of guides who know what happened asked me what the guide's name is so they are sure to refuse work with that guy.

Turns out that list is growing lmfao there's at least 3 or 4 more guides who have since refused to work with him because he is such a piece of shit.

No idea where he is now. Haven't seen him in a while. Genuinely wonder how tf he is going to build a career in such a small field when he keeps burning every bridge.