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percevalec · 5 months ago

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THIS WONT STAY IN VEGAS {part 3}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Female!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: You went clubbing with your friend, celebrating her moving to Vegas. You got drunk and don't remember anything. The next morning you find yourself in bed with a stranger and a ring around your finger

Words: 7.7k

Warnings: Alcohol, cursing, smut, not proof read.

18+, please don’t read in you’re underage

do not copy, rewrite or translate any of my work on any platforms.

You stand there by the sink, left puzzled by Arthur’s cryptic words. You try to remember who Alexandra is, but nothing comes to mind. The name doesn’t ring a bell.

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As you're walking back to Charles' room your mind suddenly reminded you that you do know her, well not personally. You remember reading something about her being his ex girlfriend during that google search you did on your way to the airport.

As you enter the room, you see Charles laying on the bed, his phone in his hand. “Hey” you say as you walk over and lay next to him. By this point none of you found it weird or uncomfortable to spend time together, it was like second nature to always be close to each other. Mostly because you had to keep the act up in front of Pascal. Also you simply enjoyed each other's company, but you'd never admit that to yourself.

Charles looks up from his phone as you enter the room, a soft smile forming on his lips. "Hey" he replies, setting his phone aside. He watches as you plop down on the bed, his eyes following your movements. “Guess what” you say, lifting your head to look over at him. Charles rolls onto his side to face you, his interest piqued by your tone. "What?" he asks, his gaze fixed on your face. “Arthur knows” you say in a surprisingly casual tone. Charles' eyes widened in surprise at your words. He wasn't expecting that. "Wait, what?! How does he know?" he asks, extremely confused as to why you’re so calm. “He overheard our conversation from three days ago, but he said he didn’t really care and he promised he wouldn’t tell anyone”. Charles takes a moment to absorb the information, relief washing over him at the fact that Arthur had promised to keep the secret. "Well that's good at least" he sighs. "The last thing we need is the media or my mom finding out."

You respond with a slight guilt in your voice “Yeah, I think your mom likes me which makes this whole thing even more complicated than it already is” Charles nods in agreement, sadness in his expression. "She does, she loves every little thing about you." He reaches out and takes your hand in his, his fingers tracing your ring. "It's hard because she would be upset with both of us if she knew the truth." You sigh at his words, know "Right," he says quietly, disappointment in his voice. He had forgotten that he wasn't supposed to touch you like that, not when it was all pretend. “Oh, i almost forgot, remember the party your mom is hosting next sunday” Charles furrows his eyebrows at the sudden change of conversation "Yeah, why?" he says, his mind already drifting to the thought of the event. “Arthur told me to let you know that alexandra is coming, who is she?”. You still ask despite knowing the answer. You were curious to know what he would say.

Charles's eyes widened at the mention of the name "Alexandra." He hadn't expected you to ever say her name, he was left momentarily speechless. Groaning before answering. "She's an ex-girlfriend" he says, his tone guarded. “...Can I ask what happened?” you ask as you look down at the bed, avoiding his gaze. Charles lets out another deep sigh. "It's a bit of an old story," he says, his voice becoming quieter. "We dated for a few years, and then we just grew apart and eventually, it ended”. You nod your head as you listen to his story unsure on what to say. You look up at him and decide on “I'm sorry”. "It's fine," he replies, offering a small smile, though you can tell there's still a hint of sadness in his eyes. "It was a long time ago." He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath. “So why is your mom inviting her? especially now that we’re “married”. Charles sighs “She's the daughter of one of my moms friends, so she's always been around, even before we were dating. I'm surprised she even agreed to coming, we’ve been avoiding each other for a while”.

You could tell this wasn't a simple story of a failed relationship. Maybe she meant more to Charles than you thought. “Maybe it's because she’s seen the articles about our perfect love story” you say laughing. Charles chuckles dryly, "Oh, I'm sure that's why," he says, rolling his eyes. "And she likely can't wait to make some snarky comment about it". “We can just avoid her, either way we have to be extremely convincing about our relationship during the party” Charles nods, taking your words to heart. "Yeah, well we can try to avoid her as much as possible, but she will probably want to talk to us." He sighs, contemplating the situation. "And you're right, we definitely have to sell this whole “perfect love” act even more at the party."

“Do you think it will be hard?” you ask.

Charles leans back against the headboard of the bed, mulling over your question. "Honestly?" he says, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "I don't know. Pretending to be in love with you in front of our families has been... easier than I thought. But with Alexandra there, it could get complicated. She has a way of getting under my skin."

You’re not sure why his words made your stomach turn, but they did. So you ask the question you really don't want to know the answer to. “Do you still love her?”

Charles is caught off guard by your direct question, his initial instinct was to deflect. But looking at your face, he knew he couldn't lie. "I don't know," he admits quietly, shaking his head. "There are still... feelings. But it's complicated ." He looks back at you, searching your eyes for any hint of jealousy or annoyance. “Well maybe she can be the reason for our divorce” you suggest, trying to make a positive out of a negative. You needed an excuse for the divorce either way, You had originally thought about a big public fight but this made things easier, Charles leaving you to be with his true love. It would be the first thing both of you didn't lie about.

“You’ll realize you love her more than you loved me, that’s something the media will buy”. Charles hears the tinge of sadness in your voice and looks at you, his face softening. "You think so?" he asks, his tone laced with a hint of guilt for answering your question about Alexandra in the first place. "You'd be okay with the world thinking I fell for my ex girlfriend while being married to you?". Not truly wanting to answer his question, you reply “it doesn’t matter what i think, it's just an excuse to get out of this” Charles let out a deep sigh, the thought of having to explain to the world that he fell for someone else while being married to you didn't sit well with him, but he had no choice. "Yeah, I guess that's the best way" he finally says, reluctantly agreeing with your plan. “I’m sorry I'm in the way of you and her” you say in a low voice, almost whispering. Charles shakes his head, reaching over to take your hand in his. "You're not in the way," he says firmly, looking into your eyes. "This whole situation is just... complicated. And it's not your fault. It's not like you wanted to be fake married to me." You nod your head forcing a smile “yeah, of course”.

Charles's heart twists at the sight of your forced smile. He wishes he could do more to ease your pain, but he knows that the situation is out of his control. He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle. “You love doing that don’t you” you ask chuckling, referring to him putting your hair behind your ear. A small smile tugs at the corner of Charles's lips as he realizes he's been caught. "Yeah, I guess I do," he admits sheepishly. "It just... feels natural, I guess." He lets his hand linger against your cheek for a moment, his touch tender. "Sometimes I wonder," you say, your voice soft and full of unsaid feelings. "What if we had met in a different way?” A soft sigh escaped your lips as you continued "I wonder where we’d be now". Charles lets out a wistful sigh as he contemplates your question, his mind wandering to the what if's. "Me too," he says quietly, his gaze fixed on your face. "If we had met under different circumstances... I wonder what could've been."

Neither of you say anything. You just stare into each other's eyes.

"You're staring" he finally says, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You’re staring back” you reply, laughing at his words

Charles lets out a low chuckle, his smirk widening. "Fair enough," he concedes, his eyes never leaving yours. “I'm getting sleepy, it's been a long day. Goodnight Charlie” you say before kissing his cheek and turning over. Charles’s heart skips a beat at the feel of your lips on his cheek, a small shiver running down his spine. He looks at your turned back, his gaze lingering on your form. “Goodnight,” he says quietly, the hint of a smile on his lips.

WEEK 2 DAY 3

You and Charles wake up around the same time as always. You both get ready and head downstairs to the kitchen. That’s when you both realize that you're the only one home. "Looks like we've got the place to ourselves today," he says with a hint of surprise in his voice. “What should we do?” you ask as you walk closer to him.

Charles and you have now spent 14 days together, counting from the day you saw each other at the club, and you’re becoming inseparable. Despite not letting yourself, you still feel attracted to Charles and everyday it gets harder to suppress your feelings. Even after he confessed he still feels something for Alex. What you don't know is that he only started thinking about her again to not think about you. He started this ever since you turned him down the other day. He remembers your words perfectly “this could never work”.

Charles thinks about your question for a moment, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. "Well, we've got the whole house to ourselves," he says, a hint of excitement in his tone. "Why don't we make the most of it?".

You walk closer. “Yeah? And how would we do that?. Charles grins as you walk closer to him, his eyes sparkling with a hint of playfulness. "Well, let's see," he says, pretending to think. "We could watch a movie, bake something, or..." He steps closer to you, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone. “Or….?” you whisper. Charles closes the remaining distance between you, his body just inches away from yours. He looks down at you, his gaze intense. "Or we could do something... more fun," he says, his voice a sultry whisper. “Actually, I think I'm craving Italian, take me to dinner” you say laughing as you step back. Charles feigns disappointment for a moment before chuckling softly. "Fine, Italian it is," he says, playfully rolling his eyes. "But only if I get to pick where we're going”. “You know this place better than I do anyways” Charles grins, happy to be the one who gets to choose. "Exactly," he says, a hint of smugness in his voice. "I know all the best spots in this city." He held out his hand "Ready to go?".

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On your way to the restaurant you surprisingly only get stopped 3 times for pictures. Charles seems completely unfazed, smiling and waving graciously each time. As you finally arrive at the restaurant, he leads you inside, a hand placed on your lower back.

Charles and you are led to a secluded table in a quiet corner of the restaurant. He pulls out a chair for you before taking his own seat. "I've been here many times," he says, looking around the elegant space. "It's one of my favorite Italian spots in the city." You look around taking in the beauty “You know, i'll definitely miss Monaco when this is over”. "Yeah," he says quietly, his gaze drifting to the window outside. "But you'll come back to visit, right?" His ask, eyes flicking back to you. “Only if you bring me back here” you joke. A small smile tugs at the corner of Charles's lips. "Of course," he says, playing along. "This is definitely the best Italian food you'll ever have. You'll be craving it for months after you're gone."

You order your meals and continue talking as you eat, the conversation flowing effortlessly between you.

Charles leans back in his chair, a hint of a smile on his lips. "You know," he says suddenly, his eyes fixed on yours. "You're not bad to be married to. We make a pretty convincing couple." You laugh at his comment “Shut up” you say smiling. Charles mock-gasps in exaggerated surprise, placing a hand against his chest. "Hey, it's not my fault we're so good at pretending!" he protests, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Everything continues going fine when suddenly your heart drops as you hear a voice calling your name. No one knew you here except Charles and his family. So it could only be one person, Leonardo.

“Y/N Y/L/N … or i guess it’s Y/N Leclerc now” he says chuckling “Never thought i would see you here again, especially married” Charles head snaps up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, his muscles tensing almost instantly. He looks at you and sees the color drain from your face. “Leo, i never thought i would see you again either” you say giving Charles an apologetic look. This is the one thing you should have told him. The real reason you came to Monaco the first time.

A few years back you were madly in love with Leonardo. You both met in New York, his mom used to Co-own the magazine company with your mother. Everything was perfect, whenever you thought about getting married you always pictured him waiting at the altar. So you agreed to move back home with him in Monaco, that's when your relationship started falling apart. He would come home late and blame it on the crazy traffic “so many tourists” he would say, trying to use it as an excuse. You believed him. Until one day you walked in the house and found him fucking some random girl. Your world came down and you swore to never return, he ruined you, you were a mess after the incident. You always turned down anything to do with Monaco in fear you would run into him in the small country. Charles dragging you here is what made you come to love Monaco, you realized the only bad thing here was Leo.

Charles looks at you, confusion and a hint of hurt crossing his face. He had no idea about your past with the man who had suddenly appeared. He remains silent, watching the interaction between you and Leo. “I couldn't believe it when I first read the articles and saw that you got married to a F1 driver,” he says, looking back and forth to you and charles. “Well unexpected things can happen” you say, giving him a fake smile. “How is she?” Leo asks Charles. “Well she's better with me than she ever was with you” Charles replied. He took a gamble with his response, he knew nothing about the man standing at your table, but by the look on your face he could tell you wanted him gone.

“Hmm right, I'm sure she told you all about me, I just can't believe you convinced her to move back” he says laughing. “Just go leo, there's nothing we need to talk about, besides, i know you have bad luck and get stuck in traffic” you say glaring at him. “I will go, but not because you're telling me to. Tiffany is waiting in the car, you’ve met her Y/N." Leo says smiling as he nudges your shoulder and leaves. You hold in your breath as he says the last few words, assuming she's the girl you caught him with. Charles watches the exchange between you and Leo, his jaw clenching tighter with each word spoken. He can sense the tension in the air, the history that lies between you and Leo. His mind is racing with questions

Charles is left speechless as he processes what just happened. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He stares at Leo as he leaves the restaurant. Finally, he turns to you, his gaze a mix of confusion and hurt. "What the hell was that?" he snaps, his voice barely above a murmur. “Can we just go, i'll explain on the way home” You say as you stand up. Charles lets out a deep breath, his hands clenched into fists. "Yeah," he mutters, getting up from his seat. "Let's just go."

The walk home is filled with an uncomfortable silence. Charles's mind is reeling with questions, his body tense with anger. He glances over at you, his jaw set in a tight line as he listens silently to you laying out the details of your past with Leo. His eyes stay fixed on the sidewalk. When you finish speaking, the walk falls quiet again as Charles processes everything he's just heard. “I'm sorry i should have told you” you say breaking the silence. Charles sighs, his grip on his fist loosening slightly. "Yeah, you should have," he says, his voice betraying a hint of hurt. "I can't believe you kept something like that from me, especially with all the time we've spent together”. “I didn't think it would be important for you to know,” you say, slightly agitated. Charles turns to you, his eyes flashing with a hint of anger. "You didn't think it was important for me to know about your ex-boyfriend who lives in Monaco?" he says, his voice strained. "You don't think that's something I should've known about?" your eyes tear up “How was i supposed to know we would run into him” Charles glances at you, seeing the tears welling up in your eyes. He takes a deep breath, his hand twitching slightly as he fights the urge to reach out to you. "Yeah, whatever" he mutters, his tone softening a bit. "But it still would've been nice to know that I could’ve been confronted by your ex at some point". “You don't get to be mad with me about this, you also didn't tell me about Alex, or how you still love her”

Charles bristles at your words, his jaw clenching at the mention of Alexandra. "That's different," he snaps, his eyes flickering between you and the road. "I eventually told you where my feelings stand. You never told me anything about Leo". You hold back tears, “There was no point in telling you anyways, there's only 2 weeks left before I never have to see you again” Charles’ heart clenches at your words, the reality of the situation washing over him yet again. He lets out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, that's right. Two more weeks of pretending until we can go back to our separate lives, right?" “Don't make me regret agreeing to this” you say as tears run down your eyes. You watch the anger and hurt falter from Charles at the sight of your tears. His heart aches at the sight of your pain, and he feels a pang of guilt for lashing out at you. He lets out a deep sigh. "I don't want you to regret anything," he mutters, his voice softer now.

The rest of the walk is silent until you reach home.

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Charles follows you upstairs and into his bedroom. The room is quiet, the only sound coming from the soft hum of the air. He closes the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment as he gazes at you. You walk over to the nightstand, taking off your earrings before glaring back at him. He watches you silently for a few moments, his eyes tracing the lines of your face. He looks conflicted, a mix of anger and longing on his expression. After a moment, he crosses the room and sits down on the edge of the bed, gesturing for you to join him. You comply and join him, letting out a sigh as you sit down next to him, the mattress sinking under your combined weight. He reaches out tentatively, his fingers brushing against the back of your hand. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice full of remorse. "I shouldn’t have gotten angry”. You let the silence linger a bit before replying “It’s fine, I should have told you.” Charles looks down at your joined hands, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin. "Yeah, you should have," he says quietly. "But I can understand why you didn’t. It’s not exactly easy to talk about past relationships”. You dont reply and simply rest against him. He hesitates for a moment before gently wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer, watching as you turn your head up to look at him. He looks down at you, his eyes meeting yours.

He takes in the sight of your face, so close to his own. His gaze flickers back and forth between your eyes and your lips, his heart starting to race. Charles can feel the heat radiating off your body, the sound of your breathing filling his ears. He looks down at you, his lips parting slightly as he fights the desire to close the distance between you. He clenches his jaw, his hand unconsciously tightening around your waist, his other hand on your cheek feels warm and soft. His thumb tracing small circles on your skin. He pulls your face closer, now just inches apart. He inhales deeply, the scent of your perfume filling his nostrils.

“Charles we ca-” Charles’ hand moves from your cheek to your chin, holding it tightly. "Shut up, shut up Y/N. Stop reminding me that I can't have you". His words leave you shocked, you expected him to let go like he's done other times, but part of you is glad he didn't. “Kiss me” you whisper. Charles's heart thunders in his chest, his breaths quickening at your words. For a moment he hesitates, warring with his own feelings, but in the end, he gives in. His hand slides from your face to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he jumps at the sound of someone knocking the bedroom door. You also jump at the sudden noise ruining the moment. “We’re home” Arthur yells through the door. Charles lets out a curse word under his breath as he hears Arthur's voice from the other side of the door. He reluctantly pulls away from you, his hand sliding off your neck as he calls out, "Okay whatever”.

You slightly move away from Charles as you laugh. He shoots you a mock-annoyed look, his lips twitching in a faint smile despite his best efforts. "Oh, you think it’s funny, huh?" he teases, crossing his arms over his chest. “We can never have a moment can we” you say smiling. Charles lets out a short laugh, his arms dropping back to his sides. "No, apparently not," he mutters, shaking his head. "Someone’s always interrupting us”. Without hesitation you bluntly speak your thoughts “i wish i could remember the night we hooked up”. Charles almost chokes on his own breath at your sudden words. His mind goes blank for a moment as he processes what you just said. Then, he laughs hoarsely. "Y/N, you can't just say things like that without warning”. “Please, I know you've also thought the same thing”. Charles is speechless for a moment, rendered speechless by your comment. He has thought it, the memory of that night a blur due to all the alcohol that was consumed. But hearing you say it out loud, without any hint of embarrassment, throws him off. He shakes his head, a mixture of amusement and desire flickering in his eyes.

WEEK 2 DAY 7

The days pass and Sunday, the day of the party, quickly approaches. Charles' mom is in a frenzy, preparing for the event. Charles himself is nervous, the thought of seeing Alexandra again making him visibly uneasy.

The night approaches and both you and Charles get ready in his room. Charles stands in front of the mirror in the bedroom, adjusting his tie. He glances at you, taking in your appearance. "You look good," he says quietly, a hint of a smile on his face. “Thank you” you reply while trying to cover the blush creeping in on your face. “We should probably head downstairs” you suggest as you walk towards him. Charles's eyes move over your figure. He swallows, his mind flashing back to the memories of you almost kissing him yesterday. Charles nods, tearing his gaze away from you. "Yeah, we should," he mutters. He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the night ahead. He holds out his hand for you to take. "Ready?" You take his hand and smile as you walk towards the party.

The Party is buzzing with chatter and laughter of guests, music playing in the background. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the sparkle of champagne. Charles tightens his grip on your hand as you walk further into the room, his eyes scanning the crowd.

A few minutes go by and not much has happened yet. Just random guests congratulating you or boring you with small talk. While Charles is talking to one of the guests, you whisper “I'm going to go get a drink” in his ear. Charles nods, understanding your need to escape the boring talk for a moment. "Yeah, okay" He lets go of your hand reluctantly, his fingers lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary. You leave and make your way to the drink station. As you’re pouring yourself a drink you think about how in a few hours this whole situation was going to end in a week. You were going to miss Charles more than you wanted to admit, your mind thought back to the conversation you had with him about how it was “never going to work” but maybe it could work. He made you happy and you needed to accept that. You need to stop pushing him away. So you decided on telling him how you felt tonight.

But as you come back with your drink, you notice Charles engaged in conversation with Alexandra. They're standing close together, their faces mere feet apart. Charles' expression is polite and guarded, Alex's lips twisted in a smile. Fuck you thought to yourself. The stupid “plan” of letting Charles flirt with Alex to win her back had completely slipped your mind. What if maybe he did want to get the divorce?, after all there he was talking with her.

Charles turns at the sound of your footsteps approaching, his eyes locking on yours as you come to a stop next to him. A flicker of nervousness passes over his face, replaced quickly by a neutral expression. Alexandra looks up at you, her smile faltering slightly as she takes in your presence. “Hey” you say politely greeting the woman your husband was going to eventually leave you for. "Hey," Alexandra says, her voice cool and aloof. Her gaze moves between you and Charles, a hint of contempt in her eyes. Charles stays silent, his hand unconsciously clenching at his side. “I’m Y/N” you say, extending your hand to greet her. Alexandra looks at your hand, her eyes narrowing as she takes in your gesture. After a moment, she reaches out and shakes your hand, her grip strong and deliberate. "I'm Alexandra," she says with a harsh tone “I used to date Charles”. He watches the interaction between you and Alexandra, his jaw clenching at the slight hostility coming from her. He doesn't like the way she's looking at you, the jealousy in her eyes. “I know,” You respond in a calm tone before turning to Charles “i hope i'm not interrupting anything” "No, of course not," Charles says quickly, shaking his head. He glances at Alexandra, who purses her lips and says nothing.

You softly smile “well i'm going to excuse myself, enjoy the party”. Charles reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you back. "Wait," he says urgently, his voice low. “What” you whisper back. He leans in close to you, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't go," he murmurs, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly. "Please." You swallow as you say words you don't mean “This is your chance to win her back Charles. It will help our little divorce story”. Charles looks torn at your words, his gaze flickering between you and Alexandra. His heart is torn between wanting to keep you with him and wanting to keep up the façade and follow through with a plan he doesn't even want part in. He's only agreeing because he thinks you’re never going to give him a chance. Not with the way you dont let him touch you or say sweet things to you, and how you always have to remind him none of this is real, and you never gave him any hope that this would last more than 4 weeks you agreed to spend with him before going back to Vegas and finalizing the divorce.

"I know," he mutters, his voice strained. "Just... don't go too far. Stay somewhere I can see you." You nod and make your way through the crowd of people. Charles watches you walk away, his heart heavy with mixed emotions. He turns back to Alexandra, who is watching you leave with a hint of happiness in her eyes.

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A few hours pass and Chales and Alex are still talking with each other. You can't stand the sight of him making her laugh or how her hand lingers too long on his arm. You need a distraction from this, so you make your way to the bathroom, taking a moment to compose yourself. Your heart is racing with a mix of emotions, the sight of them together stirring up feelings of jealousy and pain you never thought you would experience at the hands of a fake relationship. You make the irrational decision and decide to pull out your phone and dial Leo's number.

“Hey leonardo, its Y/N”

Leo picks up on the other end of the line, his voice deep and smooth. "Hey Y/N, what's up?"

“I sent you my location, can you meet me here”

Leo's curiosity is piqued at your request. "Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a few minutes".

“Hurry” is all you say before hanging up the call. A sense of dread washing over you.

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You check your phone and see that Leo has texted you, letting you know that he's arrived. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you're about to do. Leo walks in through the door, his eyes scanning the room as he takes in the sight of the party. He spots you immediately, his face breaking into a smile as he walks over to you. “Hi” you say in a low voice. "Hey," Leo replies, his voice just as low. He glances around, making sure no one is eavesdropping on your conversation. "What's going on? Finally realized I'm better than that F1 driver?" he says laughing. Why, just why did you have to do this.”'Let's talk somewhere more private” You say as you drag him to a vacant room.

As Charles continues talking with Alex, his eyes instinctively drift towards you. He observes you in the distance, walking with someone to the empty room. A puzzled expression forms on his face as he wonders who you even know at the party. Minutes go by, and Charles notices that you haven’t left the room. His curiosity piqued, a sense of worry creeping in, he excuses himself from the conversation and makes his way towards the room you’re in."

You and Leo walk through the crowd, Leo following you as you lead the way to an empty room. As you enter, you shut the door behind you, the noise from the party outside quickly fading to a low murmur. “I just need to get my mind off him” You say as you walk closer to him. Leo looks at you, a hint of curiosity and confusion in his eyes as you approach. “What exactly is the reason you invited me here?" You close the distance between both of you “I don't know” you whisper. He grabs your face “Want me to kiss you?”

Charles was simply talking to Alex, nothing more, yet here you were about to kiss your ex, all because you don't believe Charles actually likes you.

You nod at Leo's words, but as he's about to close the distance you hear the door open.

Charles enters the room, his footsteps halting suddenly as he takes in the sight before him. His eyes widen in shock as he sees you and Leo so close together. He stands frozen for a moment, unable to speak. His mind is racing, processing the scene before him. He looks from you to Leo, anger and hurt warring in his expression. “I- I can e- Charles it's not what you think” You say as you back away from Leo. Charles clenches his jaw, his hands balling into fists at his sides. The sight has struck him like a blow to the gut, bringing up a tidal wave of emotions. He says nothing as he grabs your wrist and drags you up the stairs to his room.

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12:00 AM WEEK 3 DAY 1

Charles pushes you into the room, the door slamming shut behind you with a loud thud. The room is plunged into silence for a moment as he turns to face you, his expression a storm of conflicting emotions. “Charles, I'm sorry” you say as you turn around to face him. He stares at you with dark eyes and an intense stare. "Sorry?" he repeats, his voice low and harsh. "You're sorry for what, huh? For kissing another guy?". Tears formed in your eye “I didn't kiss him. And even if i did it's not like we are actually together”. Charles lets out a strangled laugh at that, his expression hardening. "Oh, so that makes it okay then? You could just kiss whoever you want because we're not together?" Silence lingers before you speak up “I saw you talking to Alex for hours and i got jealous, i acted on impulse i fucked up i know”. Charles takes a step towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. "Because that's what you wanted me to do, try and fall in love with her so the divorce can have a reason behind it” He yells “But did you ever think that I don't want to leave you”. His words still somehow caught you by surprise.

“What?” you whisper. Charles lets out a sigh, his hand raking through his hair. "Jesus, do I really have to spell it out for you?" he snaps. "I don't want to leave you, I never did. I want to be with you, always. But you... you always turned me down. Did you even think about how I would feel?".

“You told me you still loved her” you reply. Charles scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. "Love her?" he says, his voice dripping with bitterness. "I said that to see if you would just finally admit your possible feelings for me. But It was all an act, a performance to please you so we could have an “excuse” for our divorce. ... You were the one I truly want”. “I'm sorry” is all you manage to say. Despite everything his eyes soften slightly as he looks at you. "Sorry doesn't fix everything, you know," he mutters, his voice laced with a hint of pain. “I wasn't thinking, I was jealous of her, I thought she was the one you wanted, and you’ve been with her longer and know her better. I didn't think I stood a chance next to her” Charles's expression softens further as he hears your words. "You thought I didn't want you?" he asks, his voice quieter now. "That I'd rather be with her than you?" He takes a step closer to you, his eyes roaming over your face. "You've really been that blind?" he asks, a hint of disbelief in his tone. "All this time, you really thought I didn't want you?" He reaches out, tentatively taking your hand in his. “You tried to tell me so many times, in so many ways. Yet i never tried to give us a chance” you whisper

Charles nods, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "Yeah, I tried. But you didn't listen," he says, his voice a mixture of anger and resignation. "You were so fixated on the divorce, on this act, that you didn't see the genuine feelings I had for you." You say nothing, you simply just look into his eyes. Charles lets out a sigh, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. "Did you really think all those looks, all those little moments between us, were just pretend?" he asks, his voice quiet but laced with a hint of hurt. “I’ve always felt something for you” you finally admit. Charles's breath hitches at your words, his eyes searching your face. "Do you really mean that?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. You nod “I tried to avoid the feelings because I was scared about what the media and your fans would say, and I didn't want to keep up the lie of how we met but I don't care, I don't care anymore because all I know is that I want you”

HIs expression softens further as he hears your confession, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "You idiot," he mutters, a hint of a smile on his lips. "You wasted all this time trying to deny what you really want, all because you were scared of what other people would think?"

You can't help but laugh at your stupid actions. Charles smiles at the sound of your laughter, the tension in the room slowly beginning to ease. "You just had to make everything so complicated, didn't you?" he teases, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. “I won't mess up again” you say leaning into his touch. Charles's eyes hold a fierce determination as he speaks, his hand still resting on your cheek. "I hope not, because I'm not going to let anyone or anything come between us again. No more lies, no more hiding. Just you and me." You smile at his words “I like that idea”. Charles grins at your response, his hand sliding down to cup your chin. "Good," he says, his voice taking on a huskier tone. "Because I've been dreaming about having you all to myself for far too long”.

You feel a sense of desire wash over you as he speaks. Now that both of you have made it clear where your feelings stand, you can finally give in to the attraction you have for him. The desire that you've been trying to convince yourself doesn't exist. “You know… everyone is downstairs so no one is going to interrupt us if we kiss” you tell Charles in a low seductive voice. Charles's grin widens at your suggestion, his eyes darkening with need. "Finally. no interruptions" he responds, his tone matching yours. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist as his lips move towards yours. You spent so much time pushing him away so it's only fair that you make the first move. After 3 weeks since the last kiss, your lips meet again. Charles responds eagerly, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. There is a hint of desperation in the way he kisses you, as if he's trying to make up for the time he's lost. His hands slide your lower back, pulling you against his body. Neither of you care about the party downstairs.

The kiss deepens, Charles's tongue tangling with yours as he devours your mouth. The only sound in the room is the mingled gasps and moans as the kiss becomes more intense and passionate. “I need you” you whine as you break the kiss. Charles's eyes widen at your words, a primal desire igniting within him at the needy tone of your voice. He tightens his grip on you, his hands roaming your body without restraint. "You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you to say that" he says as his lips find their way to your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. You guide Charles backwards, never breaking the contact of his lips on your skin. You steer him towards the bed, your movements purposeful and full of want. As the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, he pushes you onto the bed, climbing on top of you in one fluid motion. You waste no time, you quickly remove his tie and unbutton his shirt. His breathing quickens at your actions, his body responding eagerly to your touch. His hands roam your body, desperate to once again feel your skin against his. He nips and kisses at your lips as he pushes your dress up over your head, discarding it carelessly on the floor beside the bed.

“Please touch me” you say in between kisses. Charles' eyes darkened at your words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Oh now you want me to touch you" he says, his voice thick with lust and humor. His mouth continues its descent, his tongue tracing a path over your chest and down to your stomach. His hands move lower, gripping the waistband of your panties, as if silently asking for permission. You eagerly nod watching his fingers quickly push them down over your hips, leaving you bare. His eyes roam over your body, a look of pure hunger in his gaze. “So beautiful,” he whispers. Charles stands up to take off his pants, his eyes watching you intently as he throws them aside. He shifts his body as he comes near you again, pressing himself against you, his skin now flush against yours. His hands wander down to your hips, gripping them possessively as he pulls you closer. You moan at the feeling of having him pressed up against you. Charles smiles at you , his eyes fixated on yours. "Just relax, I've got you." He lifts himself up with one arm, his eyes roaming over your body as he positions himself with your entrance.

You can't help but moan at the feeling of him going inside of you. He looks down at you, his eyes locking on yours as he slowly applies speed, his lips parting slightly as he lets out a gasp. "Are you okay?" he asks huskily, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah” you reply in a shaky breath as you watch him thrust into you. Charles groaned, his head falling back as he felt you on him. “O-oh fuck.” He gasps, his hands automatically moving to your hips guiding your moves.

After moments of continuing like this you feel yourself reaching your high “Charles in gonna…” you say in between your sounds of pleasure. Charles smiles at you “Fuck, me too” he says, his voice desperate. His thrusts become harder making you both reach your climax. He moans against your ear as you move your hips to ride out your high.

“I needed that for so long” you moan as Charles lays next to you, his chest heaving with exhausted breaths. He nuzzles his face into your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around your body.

“Could have done this a lot sooner ” he says, his voice hoarse and raw. “Whatever” you say as you chuckle. Charles moves away from your neck, his eyes looking into yours with a warm expression before speaking. “I'm sure this made it clear but i don't want to go back to vegas, i don't want to get divorced” You grin widens at his words, your eyes lighting up with pleasure. “Is that so?” you say, your tone light and teasing. “You’re sure you don’t want to go back to pretending we’re in love?” you joke. Charles laughs at your words “Stop it” he says as he pokes your side. You laugh along with him, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Sorry, sorry," you say, your tone unapologetic. "I just couldn't resist. But in all seriousness,” you continue, your expression growing more sincere. “I don't want a divorce either. I want you, all of you. For real this time”.

“No more pushing me away,” he says in a low voice.

You shake your head, your eyes fixed intently on his. "No more pushing you away," you agreed, your voice firm and unwavering. "No more games, no more secrets. Just us, no pretending, no Vegas." You smile as you continue your sentence “But when we meet someone new, and they ask about us. Will we still keep up the lie on how we met?” you ask Charles. He laughs at your question “Well yes, we still can't have anyone finding out the truth”. You nod your head in understandment “Well then there's still one more person we need to lie to”

Charles raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth “Yeah? who?”

“My mom, in New York” You reply smiling

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A/N: Finally the end! I really hope you guys enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed and loved writing it. I'm new to the writing community and the love you guys have showed me is amazing and it really motivates me. Thank you <3.

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hvseung · 2 months ago

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favourite (l.hs)

pairings: dealer!heeseung x f!reader

genre: smut

warnings: explicit smut, profanity, nipple play, fingering (?), unprotected sex🥸, minors DNI !

wc: 2.0k

🎵now playing: high for this by the weeknd

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heeseung: “yo, im outside.”

The quick bzzt pulled your mind out of your study-filled daze. He was here. You quickly throw on your slippers and a jacket, not having the energy nor time to change out of your pyjamas, before locking your front door and making your way to his car.

Heeseung parked right outside your apartment complex. Usually, he wouldn’t make late night house calls, especially when the call was at 12am, but for you; he would do it without a second thought.

He would watch from his rear-view mirror as you drew near to the sleek car, so he leans over to the passenger side and rolls the window down. You eye’d his attire as you approach; tight black tee, cargo pants and his deep red hair styled in his iconic mullet.

“Hey, pretty.”

“What did I tell you about calling me that?”

“Can’t I compliment my favourite customer?” he teases, a cheeky grin across his face as he glances you up and down. “What ya need?”

“Just the usual.” You stuff your hands in your pockets, shielding your blushing knuckles from the biting air. He hums.

“Get in whilst I sort it, you're freezing.” He leans over once again, this time to unlock the passenger door - an invitation.

“Heeseung, its late.”

“And it’s cold.” He had a point. “Come on, we can smoke together.” He adds, his voice softer as he pats the empty seat.

Heeseungs grin grows ever so slightly as you open the car door and slide yourself inside. He watches your every move – even down to the small shiver that accompanies your adjustment to the sudden change in temperature. “Better?”

You nod.

He reaches into his centre console and pulls out a pre-rolled joint and a lighter. “Good. Can’t have a pretty girl like you catching a cold, can we?”

He began lighting the joint between his lips. He enjoyed your company, he always did. That’s why you’re his favourite… and the only person he was willing to drive this late to see. He takes a drag, leaning back and exhaling the thick smoke. He passes the joint to you after a moment, his eyes ever leaving yours as you take it with a soft smile.

His eyes flicker downwards, watching intently as your lips rap around the end of the joint. The only light in the car comes from outside, the dim streetlamps illuminating your face perfectly. Heeseung would never admit it, but it was one of his favourite sights. He couldn’t explain it, but it was oddly alluring.

He takes the spent joint from your fingers, throwing the butt out the window. He sees the way you’ve relaxed, your shoulder no longer tense and your eye half-lidded. His senses were dulled, and in moments like this theres only ever one thing on his mind:

You.

Without saying a word, Heeseungs hand makes it way to your thigh. Ht trails his thumb along the exposed flesh just under the hem of your shorts. “You’re pretty.”

You sigh. You hate when he does this; flirts with you. And you hate that you like it even more. “What did I tell you? Just because we kissed one time does not mean you can shamelessly flirt with me all he time. It wont work.”

“You kissed me.” He corrected with an all-knowing smirk, this thumb running over your thigh again.

“Wha- I did not!”

“Are you forgetting? Because I remember it clearly.” He chuckles, remembering how you had shown up to his apartment, drunkly stumbling on your words and the way your hands held his shirt as your lips moved against his. He leaned in slightly, his hand slowly trailing up closer to your waist. “Don’t act all though, I know you like me.”

You scoff loudly. “Oh please-“ but deep down you panicked a little. Were you really that obvious?

“Pretty girls like you don’t kiss people they don’t like,” His tone was almost sarcastic, unable to resist the urge to tease you just a little more. “but yet you kissed me.”

“Drunk thoughts are sober thoughts.”

Oh, you had been blatantly obvious. You mentally curse yourself, your prayers of him forgetting that night having been futile. “Fine, I like you.”

“There you go. Wasn’t so hard, was it?” His smile grew into a proud smirk, the one you tried your absolute hardest to hide the fact you loved. He seems awfully pleased with the outcome, having already known for quite some time. But he wanted to hear it from your mouth. “You like me. I like you. Now what pretty girl?” ──────────────────────

He has you practically pinned underneath him as you splay across the backseat, his lips moving against yours. His hands wander your body as one of his knees moves to spread your legs slightly, slotting it between. He has never been so eager to kiss someone before, to feel the way their lips met his. He moves your chin slightly, allowing him to kiss you better. His other hand wraps around your back, pulling you flush against him.

As he began to pull away, his thumb trails over your bottom lip. “I was wondering when I would be able to get you like this.”

Heeseung leant down, kissing the corner of your lips before trailing kisses across your jawline. His teeth sink into the skin where your neck meets your jaw. You moaned softly as he began sucking on the flesh, his mouth curling upwards into a smile. His lips travel across my neck before pulling away. He slides his hands under the hem of your pyjama top – his hands warm against your skin. He lifts the fabric over your head, revealing your bare chest.

He bites his lip before ducking his head, his mouth attaching with your perky nipple. Your back arches slightly at the sudden contact, his lips and teeth working against his sensitive bud.

His tongue flattens as he swirls it around in circular motions, looking up at you. A sly smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, the feeling of you against him enough for the tent in his pants. His free hand lifts to play with your other breast, tugging and rolling your nipple.

You whine loudly as he harshly sucks your boob into his mouth, your thighs twitching as you feel your first orgasm approaching. You really were pathetic. “S-Seung ah-“

Just the way you moaned his name had his hooked. All that could be heard now was Heeseungs wet mouth and your heavy breathing. “Already, baby?” A muffled moan slips from his still occupied mouth. “I haven't even properly touched you yet…”

You whine as his fingers slips into your shorts, pushing them down. He felt how wet you already were, all just from a bit of nipple play. “Look at me.”

Your gaze meets his, bottom lip smug between your teeth. His fingers slowly start rubbing against the damp fabric, your eyebrows furrowing slightly. “God, if I knew you'd be like this, I would have done this sooner.”

“Mmm cumming.”

“Yeah, be good for me.”

He groans softly as his fingers suddenly get wet when you cum. He loves seeing every aspect of you as you do; the way you moaned, your eyes lidded and your pretty mouth mumbling his name. He would give anything just to see you like that again. He soon pulls his fingers away, lifting them to his mouth and sucking the glistening digits.

“Get up.” He murmurs as he sits down on the middle seat. As soon your sat up, he tugs you onto his lap, immediately smashing his lips against yours again He groans into your mouth, his lips pressing against yours over and over again as his hands trailed up and down your back. His lifts his hips, the prominent bulge in his pants nudging against your clit.

“Your so hard…”

“I've been hard ever since you stepped in the car.” His hips buck up just slightly as he tried to gain some sort of friction. You couldn't help but instinctively pushing your hips downwards to meet his movement.

“Do you want me to just take you right here?" He whispered into your ear.

You nod. “Please.”

He quickly shoves his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, too impatient to hold back for any longer. He groaned, lifting his hips even more so you could feel how hard he was for you. “I want you to ride me… show me how much you want me.”

Sinking down on him was an immediate reaction, your teeth clamped against your lip. He groaned, his head falling backwards against the seat and his hands gripping you tighter as you moved on him. You were warm and tight around him, causing his head to spin.

“Come on baby.” He whines, his hand pushing his hips on yours, begging for movement. Your head tips back as he thrusts up into you, taking a moment to slip his arms under you. He sits you up a little, pulling you closer and crashing his lips against yours. He kisses you hard, his tongue slipping inside to find yours, licking into your mouth as he tasted and savoured you.

You moan against his lips, pushing down on his hips to meet his thrusts. You kiss him in a hungry manner, cupping his neck. He groaned into your mouth, his body aching to feel your touch. He met your movements, rolling his hips under you with each thrust. Its as if his hands had a mind of their own as they grasp your hair, tilting your head backwards so that he could kiss you ever deeper.

“Baby-“ He whimpers when you speed up, your ass smacking against his bent legs. It was honestly crude, but you were both too far in to back out now.

“Fuck Seung don't stop!” You cry, holding onto the car roof to push yourself down on him even harder.

“Oh f-fuck!” He was getting louder too, his mouth moving to kiss your neck, sucking in the skin right on your pulse point. Your walls clamp down on him. “Are you close baby?”

“So close!”

“You know what I’m thinking?” He murmurs in your ear, his breath sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

“What?” You squeak

“I'm thinking how pretty you'll look taking me somewhere where I can stretch you out properly without this seatbelt in the way" He bites his lip as he holds you close to him, leaving a trail of soft love bites on your skin.

As soon as he says that the coil in your stomach snaps. “Oh my god!”

You cry out loudly as a sudden burst of liquid soaks Heeseungs thighs and drips down to his carseat. The feeling only makes his restraint snap, waves of pleasure crashing down on him with a brick. He gasps, his head falling back as he moans.

He held you close as he fills you up, his chest heaving against yours as he tried to catch his breath and come down from his high.

“God…” He pants, his hands trailing down your back as he gently soothed the skin of your waist. His lips find yours again, his kiss slow and sensual, taking his time to fully enjoy your mouth.

"My pretty baby..." He whispers against your lips, his hands slowly caressing up and down your body and enjoying how soft your skin was to his touch. His breath shudders as he slowly grinds against you, easing both of your intense highs. His kisses becoming less sloppy and more passionate as his tongue caressed yours. He still couldn't keep his hands off you, his fingers trailing down so caress your hips, his tongue slowing down in your mouth. He traces the shape of your face with his thumb before reluctantly pulling away.

“I was hoping you’ll let me take you out for a date.”

That was sudden.

“Really?” You tilt your head.

“Mhm. Would you? Let me take you on a real date?” He tilts his head too in the opposite direction, subconsciously mimicking you.

“Yeah… definitely.”

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dewdropdinosaur · 5 months ago

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Paradise Hypnotized

LUCIFER X M READER X LILLITH (POLY) Summary: As the extermination wages outside, lost and new lovers find themselves with the opportunity to discover each other Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI Oral sex, p in a sex, mentions of a strap, poly sex, sexual themes, use of pet names, and probaby a lot of other things I am forgetting

The night was thick with the smog of the city’s underbelly. Outside, an extermination was underway, a chaotic dance of flames and death lead by an angelic chorus of war cries and screams. Inside the dimly lit royal mansion, however, the world was serene. The clinking of glasses and the soft hum of jazz set the mood for an unexpected dinner with two of Hell's most infamous residents. Y/N were seated at a corner table, a single candle flickering between him and his companions. Lilith and Lucifer, both radiating a magnetic charm, were seated across from him, their expressions a mixture of amusement and intrigue. While Y/N had long not seen the two of his old friends since the Fall, there last request the angel before departing back to Heaven.

Y/N glanced nervously out the window of the posh, candle-lit dining room. Outside, Hell’s tumultuous nightlife was in full swing, with the unmistakable sounds of chaos punctuating the night—demonic roars, explosions, and the occasional shriek. But inside, the mood was decidedly more refined. The grand mahogany table was laden with an exquisite spread: rare delicacies from the underworld, exotic fruits, and an assortment of infernal spirits that bubbled and crackled in crystal decanters. Lillith and Lucifer, sitting on either side of Y/N, exuded a sophisticated air despite the pandemonium just beyond the walls.

“Quite the contrast, isn’t it?” Lillith mused, her eyes twinkling as she sipped a glass of shimmering wine. Her gaze never left Y/N, and a playful smirk danced on her lips.

“Ah, yes,” Y/N replied, managing a smile as he watched her with an appreciative eye. “This world below is a bit more… lively than I expected.”

Lucifer, draped in his opulent attire, leaned closer with a languid grace. “You know, it’s not every day we get to enjoy a meal with an old friend while the city’s being purged. Quite the rare opportunity.”

Y/N chuckled, feeling the tension of the outside world begin to dissipate in the warmth of their company. “It’s certainly a memorable experience. Thank you for agreeing to my request.”

“Oh of course. How could we say no to such an old friend? After all, you truly helped us out before it all.”

“Well how couldn’t I. I may not agree with what you stand for but I certainly wont stand for anyone, even you two, being shamed and cast down. You are deserving of respect.”

“Tch, how sweet. So…saint-like.”

“And how are you finding it so far?” Lucifer’s voice was smooth, each word dripping with a charm that made Y/N’s heart race. “Hell, I mean.”

“Well, like I said…it’s certainly lively. Can hardly even smell the brimstone.”

“You’re not feeling overwhelmed, I hope? Cause if so, I would be happy to find a remedy.”

Lillith laughed softly, a sound as rich and captivating as the finest wine. “Oh, Lucifer, you know how to flatter. But really, Y/N, we’re just glad you could join us tonight. It’s not often we get to enjoy such delightful company amidst the madness.”

Y/N’s cheeks warmed slightly as he met her gaze. “Well, I must say, having dinner with the two of you makes the chaos outside feel distant

Lucifer’s eyes gleamed with mischief. "Perhaps we should make a habit of this—dinner amidst the destruction. It adds a certain… flair, wouldn’t you agree?”

Lillith reached over and lightly touched Y/N’s arm, her fingers lingering. “I must admit, it does make for an intriguing atmosphere. And who knows, maybe we’ll even find a way to make it a bit more… memorable~.”

Y/N felt a shiver run down his spine at her touch, her gaze holding his with an intensity that left him breathless. “I can’t argue with that.”

Lucifer, noticing the growing tension, decided to stir the pot a little more. “It’s clear that the evening’s chaos is not the only thing heating up. Perhaps we should address this growing… chemistry.”

Lillith’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Oh, Lucifer, always so….humorous. I think Y/N might just be here for dinner.”

Y/N smirked, it tugging at his the corners of his lips. “Is that so? Well, I must say, I’m intrigued.”

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Lucifer smirked, sliding his short stature over to Y/N. “It’s been nearly two centuries since I’ve seen you and I will admit…the thought has intruiged me—“

Y/N rose his eyebrow, arching it in both confusion and as a display of asking the short king(hehe author joke) to continue.

“Wouldn’t you agree Lillith?”

“Oh Lucifer, I would have no idea what you are talking out.”

Y/N slowly rose from his seat, sauntering over to Lucifer. “Oh but I would.” Smirking and leaning down to whisper in the king’s ear, “You would just love it wouldn’t you? How dirty it is, how shameful that you are doing this right in front of your beautiful wife.”

Lillith’s eyes widen in recognition but settling into a lustful stare at the pair. Y/N continued “But you’re greedy aren’t you darling. You would want her there, both of us. Doing all those naughty little things running around in your head.”

Lillith started to get up but was quickly stopped by Y/N, who wagged his finger in disappointment. “Tch, tch, tch. No my little poisonberry; you stay right there.” Moving over to Lillith, Y/N dragged his chair along with him; settling next to the queen. With darkened eyes and finally seated, Y/N grabbed Lillith’s chin gently.

“Why don’t you come over here and sit in my lap mhm? They don’t have things as pretty as you in Heaven.” Lillith, nodding obendiently, crawled over into Y/N’s lap, wrapping her arms around his slender frame. Turning his head back to Lucifer, who sat no so quitely palming his trousers, gained his attention with a snap. “Pay attention now darling, my eyes are up here.” Taking his queue once Lucifer looked up, Y/N dove into kiss Lillith. A clash of tongue and teeth, nothing but a mess of pure erotica and a sense of want. A total and primal consumption of self to satiate the burnig desire within. Breaking from the kiss, both parties panting, Y/N motions with his finger for Lucifer to come over. Crawling on his knees, the king humbled whimpers as Y/N then cups his cheek and kiss him with the same passion and fevor as Lillith. Seeing an opening, Lillith starts to suck on Y/N’s neck, bright red and soon to be bruises forming in a path of affection and lust.

After some stumbling and a few apologies to the butler, all three parties ended up in the master bedroom. With a quick snap of his fingers, both Lillith and Lucifer were left shirtless; toned and slender bodies on full display. Eyes darkened with hunger at the sight of their bare forms, a silent understanding among them of what was about to happen.

Y/N leaned down and took one of Lillith’s hardened nipples in his mouth, the warmth of his tongue teasing the aroused bud. Dragging his hands across her torso, he slowly marked her skin with every passing touch. Lucifer, instead dipped down and spread her thighs, enjoying the way they felt in his hands. Slowly kissing up her thighs, just barely ghosting over where she needed him most, Lillith let out a soft moan.

“Sweetheart, see what you do to me? You are absolutely breathtaking.”

Finally giving into her whimpers, Lucifer licked one long stripe up her dripping slit only for his head to be pulled back; moaning at the impact with his hair.

“Did I say you could taste her, mhmm? No, but you had to go a be a greedy little thing huh darling?” Tossing Lucifer on the bed, Y/N towered over him.

“Now you’re going to be good and make me feel good yeah? Yeah, that’s right.” Snapping his fingers, Lucifer ended up behind Y/N. Understanding his job, Lucifer lined up his aching member to the angel’s hole and slid in slowly. Y/N gasped at the stretch, gripping the sheets with each small thrust. Lillith whimpered at the sight, both aroused but feeling neglected as her weeping cunt was slick and cold.

“Poor thing, don’t worry—ahh fuck—I’ll take care of you sweetheart.” Diving into Lillith’s pussy, despite the, while timid, assualt from behind, Y/N relentessly sucked and licked on that sweet spot like a man starved, sucking on her clit and slurping her jucies tin a way that made it seem like it was better than heavenly ambrosia. It was only a matter of time before that familiar band became taut in her stomach.

“Fuck, Y/N…..sir, please.”

“Let go my poisonberry, let sweetheart cum all over my face.”

That’s what did it, Lillith felt the coil in her stomach snap as she cried Y/N’s name. Cum now coated his face and the bedsheets below as her high overtook her senses/ Lifting his head up slowly, slick shone and glinted. Licking his lips, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips and both moaned at the salty taste. Pulling back, Y/N halted Lucifer’s movements, who whimpered at the loss of friction.

With another snap, Lucifer and Lillith has switched positions, Lillith now adoring a vibrant purple strap. “Do me a favor and do better than ducky here okay Lilly? So senstive couldn’t even fuck right.”

With a flash of her teeth, Lillith snapped her hips foward, allowing Y/N but a moment to enjoy the new intrusion. “Shit—ahh…just like that.....don’t think I forgot about you yet Luci~”.

And that’s how the night continued. Despite the waging war and death outside the windows, some semblance of love could prevail. They say love and hope are fragil things, soft as a feather. But in reality, they are both fighters, wiping the blood from their brows and rising again for the next round to defend the things they hold dear. And so in the darkness, bodies strewn together in a hopeful loving haze of lust and adoration; each person in their own right rose and fought for each other simply by allowing themselves the vulerabiluty of an intimacy forbidden by even God.

#hazbin hotel fandom #romance #answered #vizziepop #radio killed the video star #request #lucifer x reader #lucifer x lilith #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel smut #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer smut #lilith morningstar #lilith morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #lucifer x reader imagine #male reader #only my third time writing smut I am sorry #take that depression

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icarusredwings · 3 months ago

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would you recommend takin' over the asylum

Yes! And not only because of David but also the other charater's arcs are very intresting too!

It's on youtube for free and is only about 7 episodes.

TOTA discusses topics that were seen as very taboo at the time it was produced/written.

While we as mature veiwers can watch this and say "Okay yes there is misinformation" we have to remember that this was made before even going to a therapist was something people did regularly and openly admited it. If you went to a phycologist back then or even a therapist you were looked down opon.

This show shows and talks about things so subtly that you won't pick them up unless you've been there, OR you pay attention well. For example, one of the things with Campbell is that he is very "ego" driven, and Eddie has to learn how to balance him to keep him from toppling over and becoming manic. For example you'll see a lot of episodes Eddie will praise Bain and then scold him afterwards because in the begining episodes he gives Campbell too much praise/trust and it makes him have a break down because as I explain it to some "Once you get to the top of that cliff, you fall off"

At the very begining the viewer and Eddie are mislead to assume Campbell is a staffmember or a volunteer because of how open of arms he has, hes so eager to help and be useful, hes kind, and as eddie says "He dosn't *seem* looney?" And this is because he's very managable but his parents couldn't so sent him away.

Another reason I recommend it is the diversity of the acting and patiants. People often pin him as the silly side kick charater but Davids acting brings his story to a whole new level.

Campbell is also very energetic compared to most patients, and I think he's one of the youngest ones they have so he gets excited about things VERY quickly. He's jumping all over the place. Lil manic puppy. He always gets so happy to Eddie too, its very clear hes attached to him which (if you know) its very common for bipolar/ manic deapressivss to have that *one* person. This is what I mean by subtleness.

This show also includes topics such as (count this as a trigger warning too)

Giving up your boring job to follow your dreams (which was just ridiculous back then)

Immigration

Unfair justice system

Adhd

Ocd (id say her charater is most likely the worst portrayed but when you realize why it breaks your heart)

Abusive relationships

The taboo idea of dating a 'looney'

Quiting smoking for the better

Bipolar /Manic depressive disorder

Child loss

Self harm

Self ending

Grief

Mutism

Autism

Medical abuse of patiants/manipulation

Substance abuse

Different coping mechanisms

Homelessness

Another thing about this show I like is Eddie is very open to them, he treats them like people, he gets nervous and worried they wont enjoy his company even which means he cares enough about them to think their opinions matter whilst another worker states that they're loonies, no one cares what they want.

He takes care of Campbell a lot as well because- well.. He's a bit of trouble. A little scamp he is. But hes so cute tho. And YES David Tennant's accent IS in this one. It's SO much more thicker then say Crowley or the Doctor.

SPOILERS

Hell there's a woman who they claim is speaking in tounges but she's just speaking a foreign language in which Eddie only takes like 2 days to figure out because he had the nerve to LITSEN to her and try to see what she was saying instead of telling her to speak english and to take pills. The sad bit about this, though, is she becomes homeless because of getting kicked out of the mental hospital.

Yet another theme I like about this show is that A. The colors are just bright enough to keep attention but not get a head ache, B. Bain behaves exactly the way you would expect a teen experiancing issues would, happy, snappy, sad, overly confident all at once, in a blink. C. Eddie meets this woman with a mean dog and yet Eddie forgives this dog many times despite it tried to bite him.

The woman was older and was testing eddie to see if he's a good person or not, no matter how annoying she was to him, he treats her with upmost respect and kindness. She ends up paying him a lot to fix the windows, which gives him extra cash to spend on one of the girls he was intresting seeing as hes very respectful to her despite her depression and I want to almost guess Post Partum but I actually don't know,

ANYWAY He even takes her to see his grandparents and adopts kittens just for her because she loves kittens and some delinquents killed her other kittens.

In most stories, the doctor or patiant is odd and tries to manipulate the other into going out with them, but whenever she declines, he only nods and goes away. It doesn't feel forced either. It's very sweet.

Anyway YES. Please watch it like holy shit I don't have anyone to talk to about it!! The lady who wrote it was actually bummed it flopped because of how progressive it was but is happy its becoming popular now! Love you Donna Franceschild!

#taking over the asylum #takin over the asylum #takin' over the asylum #campbell bain #david tennant #awnsered asks #Donna Franceschild

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stars-and-inkpots · 1 year ago

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Had an idea for a gale x tav thingy where gales in love with a tough black cat type tav who wont admit their feelings until gale almost gets attacked in battle and she goes crazy, afterwards she almost says “my…” and says Gale but astarion and karlach know exactly what she was going ti say and gales just all heart eyes

I wasn't sure how to go about this and then suddenly, while I was supposed to be writing a project proposal last night, I finally got inspired. Thank you for the request, and I hope I did it justice because this was such a cute idea!

Realisations | Gale x Reader

You tolerate the wizard’s company, you tell yourself. You let him explain countless magical theories to you because there was nothing else to talk about anyways. You didn’t enjoy learning about them, and you surely didn’t think the way Gale’s eyes would light up when he spoke of something that particularly interested him was endearing. Surely not, you tell yourself. You had bigger things to worry about.

Pairing: Gale/Reader

Tags: Canon-typical violence, Blood, Blood and injury, Denial of Feelings, Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort (briefly)

Ao3 Link: Realisations

Word Count: 1,225

Gale is determined to stay close to you a good majority of the time. He would ramble, and you would listen to him talk, barely acknowledging him. Yet, despite your apparent disinterest, you never told him to leave you in silence. He figures that you must enjoy his company to some extent, though perhaps it’s more of a hope. He assumes, however, that you do not share the feelings that he has for you. Any attempts at flirting were brushed off; your responses short and curt. Regardless, he is more than content to simply remain beside you, sharing each new thought that comes to mind.

So you continue walking, expression always indifferent, while Gale recounts the latest book he had been reading the night before.

You tolerate the wizard’s company, you tell yourself. You let him explain countless magical theories to you because there was nothing else to talk about anyways. You don’t enjoy learning about them, and you surely don’t think the way Gale’s eyes light up when he speaks of something that particularly interests him is endearing. Surely not, you tell yourself. You have bigger things to worry about.

You catch Astarion’s eyes for a moment, but you don’t notice the amusement in them before he turns back to Karlach and says something to her that you can’t hear.

At the front of your group, Shadowheart and Lae’zel stop suddenly. Lae’zel raises a hand, motioning for everyone to stop, and you’re immediately alert. Everyone is quiet, and even in the forest you're walking through there is a disconcerting sort of silence.

You look back at Wyll, and he moves his head slightly, gesturing to your left. When you glance over to where he nodded to, you notice the concealed threat in the bushes. Absolute cultists.

They must know they’ve been discovered, because the forest path explodes into sound. The cultists swarm your party; and you’re thankful for Lae’zel’s constant vigilance that has ensured the cultists didn’t catch you by surprise. There’s a concerning number of them, and if you didn’t notice them, you’re sure this would have gone far worse very quickly.

They’re fast; moving in and swiftly separating everyone from each other. They’re smart enough to know you fight better together; and in that same moment you have the sickening realisation that they probably also know exactly where- or rather who- your weak spots are.

Sure enough, cultists begin to swarm towards Gale and Astarion. Of course, both of them are incredibly skilled, but you know they are far more suited at a longer range. They won’t last long in their current state.

When you hear Gale cry out in pain, you’re immediately moving towards him.

Everything is a blur. You can hear your companions shouting over the clashing of metal. A burst of fire erupts somewhere to the right of you, and you aren’t sure whether it's from one of you or the cultists. Your own blade tears through countless cultists with a brutal swing. When you reach Gale, you manage to take out two of the three that are crowding around him, while he finishes off the other, fire erupting from his outstretched hand. You stay close to him, lashing out at any enemies who dare to come near. You can tell he’s trying not to show the pain he’s in while he watches your back as you watch his.

When all of the cultists are dealt with, you quickly turn to Gale who has taken a moment to sit down.

“My…” you trail off, snuffing out the word before it has a chance to escape you. “Gale, are you alright?” You say instead, kneeling beside him. You don’t see the way Karlach and Astarion glance at each other, almost exasperated as they watch the two of you interact.

He’s breathing heavily, clutching his arm close to his chest. “It’s not as bad as it looks, surely,” he tries to reassure you or maybe even himself. When you gently take his arm in your hands to assess the wound, he looks up at you, completely enamoured in spite of the blood that covers you. You don’t notice his stares, too preoccupied with making sure he’s okay and calling Shadowheart over for help.

When she finishes healing Gale, she turns to look at you, but you brush her concerned hand off.

“The bloods not mine, don’t worry,” you answer, and Gods, Gale should not find that as hot as he does.

She leaves the two of you to help the others with their own wounds. You help Gale to his feet, but your hands linger on his arm for just a moment longer than you need. There is no reason for this other than you just making sure he has his balance before you let go of him.

Surely no other reason.

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You and your companions only continue on for a little while longer before you decide to set up camp for the night.

Karlach gives you a look when she leaves to retire for the night, decidedly early you think to yourself, leaving you and Gale alone around the campfire.

You finally admit to yourself that��perhaps there is a reason for the slight nervousness that fills you when the two of you are alone. The realisation comes to you while you stare into the fire and think about the day’s excitements.

You remember how worried you had been. The moment you heard Gale in pain, and how the only thing you could think of in that moment was protecting him. You didn’t even have to think about it. Perhaps, you consider, that is not the reaction that many would have when they claim to merely ‘tolerate’ someone. And perhaps, you reluctantly admit, you might actually care a great deal for the man. You bring your hands over your face and groan.

Gods, you really do care about him, so very much.

Gale rests a hesitant hand on your shoulder.

“Is everything alright? You can always unburden yourself with me,” he offers, so genuinely caring.

You look up at him, his eyes shining with firelight.

“I think I care about you a great deal,” you deadpan. Gale laughs, cheeks dusted slightly pink.

“Well, I would certainly hope so. I would hate to be a bother while we travel together.” But you can hear how his tone betrays him; that spark of hope that you don’t mean it in such a friendly manner.

“No, Gale. Like, I really care about you.” You can’t say anything more than that yet, and you hope he understands. It’s taken you this long to realise this alone. You hate talking about your feelings like this- at all even, far more accustomed to keeping them at an arm’s length; like a cat who wants attention but shies away from it at the same time.

Gale smiles. He’s happy to wait for you.

“I care about you, too,” he answers.

He shifts a little closer to you, and you let your shoulders rest against each other. You let out a breath, a sigh of relief.

This is nice, you decide. You don’t feel trapped, you don’t feel cornered. You feel safe and content with him at your side. And though it will take time before you can fully embrace your feelings, you know he’ll still be here when you do.

Neither of you notice Karlach give a silent whoop of victory on the edge of camp while Astarion begrudgingly hands over a handful of coin to her.

#baldurs gate x reader #baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale x reader #x reader fic #baldurs gate 3 x reader #request #bg3

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heartssatoru · 2 years ago

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Heyyyy! I was thinking of the fact I can be a slightly clingy GF and was wondering if you could do HCs on how the JJK boys would be with a slightly clingy GF. Megumi, Gojo, Itadori and Toge!!! Oh and Sukuna because I know you love him!

AHH THANK YOU!! I do infact love sukuna hehe🙏 but yeah of course! Thank you for the request!

megumi

Megumi secretly likes it.

But he's scared. Especially when you always try to be with him. Especially during missions, he doesn't wanna lose you.

If you also are the type to literally drown him in affection:

He'll push your hand away whenever you try to do anything. He's just awkward like that, n shy

If you stop he forces you to go back to doing what you were gonna do

He just gets really red cause he doesn't know how to respond

He acts like your clingeness is annoying but deep down he really does like it

Saw him smile slightly while you were playing with his hair? No you didn't.

He himself gets kinda clingy whenever he has a bad day, but he doesn't notice that.

Tease him about it and he'll face the other way, ignoring you. His face is extremely red.

Gojo

If your clingy, that's fine. Hes clingy too.

But like megumi. Does not want you getting hurt. He takes on missions that could result in you being killed.

So he has his reasons, however

He always teases you about it, saying how you can't resist him n stuff

Love's how you both be smothering eachother in kisses

Everytime he comes back from missions n stuff he always gets you something, especially if you get sad that he's not home.

(Everytime he comes home your arms are already wrapped around his waist)

And since he's so busy he gets you plushies of him, and only him.

"Since I know you love me so much hehe"

Itadori

Itadori enjoys it so much, he's not very clingy. But is at the same time.

Just uh.. sometimes it really gets to him and he starts crying a little

"Yuji are crying?" "Nuh uh! It's just my allergies" said in a shaky voice

Someone actually wants his company? Wow!!

Everytime hes home late he always apologizes and hugs you so tight.

You can't breath cause of it but aww! Hes suffocating you (with affection)

sometimes he'll be a little mean and tease you about it though.

gets so confused when he isn't welcomed with you smothering him in kisses as soon as he gets back

But when you do he starts giggling all happily. "Your so mean"

Toge

"Salmon"

Likes how you always cling onto him as soon as he's home. And finds it cute when you whine about him being gone for so long

He appreciates it a lot, and doesn't even move an inch whenever you're drowning him in affection

Mostly also cause he's kinda awkward, but not too much. (Not as much as megumi)

He always wants to be with you. But missions stop him from doing so.

Hes not really used being welcomed back with you and your affection, like the rest.

He doesn't mind it though, and he himself can be clingy too, like the rest (too lol)

He doesn't even know his cheeks are slightly red with everything you do

I can picture him being kinda clingy in certain situations too. But its kinda rare

Over all he's a little cutie, loves your clingyness and you.

Sukuna

Mocks you and makes fun of you, but thats no suprise.

Thats just how he is. He wont admit it if he likes it. But im being real here he'd probably use it as an insult

Even though he likes it, he wont admit it. He'll bully you about it😭

If you actually get upset he'll stay quiet cause he feels awkward. Won't bully you, as much.

However if you just ignore him he'll keep going. He just wants to get on ur nerves tbh

But still since he knows you love him so much he'll be like "of course your so needy for me"

Or something like that. He's clingy in certain situations, but thats extremely extremely rare.

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Working on:

"Okay since you do write for Megumi I was thinking of a scenario where fem reader(if you do that) and Megumi have been together for awhile and new sorcerer starts at Jujutsu High and immediately develops a crush on him and reader gets insecure about it. How that would play out and how he would react! "

"can you write some headcanons for when the jjk boys lose their s/o in a large crowd? ^^"

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader fluff #sukuna x reader #gojo x reader fluff #megumi x reader #sukuna x reader fluff #satoru x reader fluff #itadori yuji x reader fluff #megumi fushiguro x reader fluff #toge x reader #inumaki x reader #Toge inumaki x reader #Toge x reader fluff #Inumaki x reader fluff #Toge inumaki x reader fluff #So many tags lol

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mipexch · 1 year ago

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thinking about a potential ultrakill lethal company au type crossover for fun. long ramble of headcanons under the readmore. feel free to add on, i’d love to start something silly

i haven’t thought too much on the possibilities of an Actual fully fleshed out au complete with designated planets being certain layers so all of this is made under the idea that it’s just these characters tasked with doing what the employees do. all the headcanons i’ve made are just how i feel these characters would act :)

gabriel is.. he’s gabriel. his ass is getting fired IMMEDIATELY. he’s smart sometimes but his impulsivity & arrogance gets the best of him. he doesn’t need a flashlight— or a walkie-talkie for that matter. what is he, a husk? he goes in empty handed and comes out empty handed. his pride wont let him return to admit his tactic was shit so at best he steals another piece of scrap someone may have set at the front to bring back. sure. it works. he agrees to bring a walkie-talkie but sticking with the group is completely out of the question.

being the one on the monitor isn’t too difficult for him but it gets VERY stressful for the ones actually inside the facility. he’s going to yell at you to go a certain way and alert you to a nearby enemy only when he feels it’s absolutely necessary. he switches cameras very often and tasks himself with keeping everyone safe. if you stand still for more than 4 seconds he’s going to declare you dead and stop checking. (unless it’s V1)

if a dog happens to come by while he’s monitoring he’ll try hard to stay quiet for a short amount of time before fear gets the better of him and makes him start the ship (even if there’s still people inside). goes inside the facility half the time and stays back the other half. he enjoys reading through the bestiary and organizing all the scrap people dump onto the floor of the ship. very prone to getting attacked by snare fleas. he checks his surroundings but Not above him. dumbass

V1 is going in with nothing but a shovel and…another shovel. you cant even wield both but that doesnt stop them from wanting another. no one’s entirely sure how they have so many on hand except for gabriel. if he isn’t around to reluctantly buy them a shovel they’re going to buy as many as they can before they get caught. (gabriel makes sure to keep an eye on the terminal when they’re using it for this reason alone)

they beat the shit out of every enemy they find and disregard scrap completely. it’d probably beat another crewmate to death. whether it was on accident is up to you. they’re able to outsmart and survive certain enemies given they can hear them. they’d probably do very well at sneaking around dogs, although their first instinct is to make a run for it when there’s a forest giant. (they’re fast dont worry they can make it) the only creature they wouldn’t be able to survive and potentially beat to death is the bracken. explanation should be self explanatory given the enemy list i’ve made but they are Bad at frequently checking their surroundings and are very easily caught off guard. they can defend themselves quickly, but the bracken is. hm. yeah. you get it.

the only help they can offer their crew is being the only one brave enough (if you could even call it that) to retrieve someone’s corpse and successfully bring it back to the ship.

LOVES to scare other people by chasing after them with shovels but minos wrestles the damn thing away from them every single time

V2 is less like their predecessor but they still take after them quite a lot. they’re smart and actually have the decency to take a walkie talkie with them, but they don’t communicate much with it. it’s less of a necessity to them and more of a tool that may or may not prove useful in certain cases. they don’t particularly like being given orders (even if they know it’ll help) so it’s turned off half the time anyways. they’re smart in that they’ll actually look for and bring back scrap, but they have a bad habit of attempting to hold as much as they can instead of bringing more important things back to the front. they enjoy bringing back a big haul— it’s affirming. if V1 is with them, they’re going to try their hardest to avoid them but still follow their trail because they know every enemy they encounter will either be dead or chasing after the other. there’s a high chance there’ll be scrap V1 has ignored along the trail anyways. it’s smart until the frantic running stops and suddenly they’re face to face with a bracken. they’ll figure out a way around this eventually i’m sure.

they’re also really bad at jumping across platforms. they jump without looking and often take chances with jumps they can’t see. LOVES closing the ship door on V1 but if gabriel’s there its gonna be opened in under a few seconds & V1 will promptly chase them down with a shovel (and kill them!)

ferryman has a horrible case of GET SCARED disease but generally they do pretty well! they tend to follow around other crewmates but on the offchance they’re going alone or somehow get lost they ALWAYS bring a flashlight. they’re bad at navigating through the dark but they have a Really good sense of direction and can find their way back very easily. always the one tasked with investigating steamy rooms because they usually find the valve pretty quickly. surprisingly good at defending themselves against enemies given they have a weapon and a warning given before it shows up but coil-heads are a nono. they’re bad enough at prolonged eye contact as it is.

can’t work the monitor because they’re way too quiet for anyone to hear and they get really nervous about the forest giants (dogs are okay with them. they’re good at being silent) but they really like reading the logs people find. also really good at making jumps between platforms

swordsmachine ACTUALLY DOES THEIR JOB!!!!! SOMEWHAT!!!!! every piece of scrap they find goes to their designated corner at the front of the building. no one is allowed to take their scrap back to the ship. Their Pile. Will die everytime they land on a stormy planet because of their refusal to put their shit down. they’re smart but i think their scrap is too important to them and they think making a mad dash for the ship might give them enough time to get back before they get struck by lightning and explode. they bring NOTHING with them. they need all the space available to hold as much scrap as possible. if V2 is on the ship they tend to to tag along with them.

mindflayer reads as pretty lazy to me. im not sure why. they’d go into the facility but once they find one or two items they’re gonna return to base and camp out there for the rest of the time. they LOVE the mansions though. will stay in there for much longer than they should. steals all the keys people have collected overtime for mansion expeditions & unlocking all of the doors. very fond of almost every enemy EXCEPT the forest giants. they’re bad at not getting spotted

minos is like the Only level headed person on this entire fucking ship. does what he needs to! does it well! he heads into the facility when there’s less people going in (or the only ones going in don’t typically do much) but most of the time hes at the monitor. very good at calming people down when there’s an enemy near them. tends to lead the group whenever he actually goes inside. when he delivers back his first haul of scrap he always checks the monitor just to make sure everyone else is doing okay. he’s gonna go after them if he feels like they’re in a tight spot. instinctually goes for the fire exits instead of using the main entrance because he believes it’s better for some reason.

he has a nasty habit of staying in the facility for Far too long but he’s pretty diligent about getting back safely and with everything he’s found. if he feels particularly worried he’ll drop everything and run for it.

sisyphus is also pretty great. makes a lot of jokes over the walkie talkies whenever he’s doing monitoring (much to the dismay of whoever is being chased by creatures). he Will lock you in a hallway for shits and giggles but he’ll let you out after a few seconds. he does really well actually within the facilities but he’s mostly doing work outside with bringing scrap people leave outside back to the ship. loves jumping out of the ship before it lands so he can get a head start. if he hears or somehow knows that someone around him has just died he’s going to do everything in his power to bring their body back to the ship. he feels strangely obligated but in a way he enjoys. LOVES the jetpacks. buys one whenever it’s possible. weirdly bad at making the jumps between platforms

mirage really loves the mansions. will bring scrap back but leaves to explore the planets rather than focus on the job at hand. turns off her walkie talkie and keeps the flashlight just to stay out a bit later but always makes it back within the nick of time. if the monitor person dies (or everyone else does) she’s usually the one to start the ship and go. knows most planets like the back of her hand. if the mindflayer on the ship hasn’t already taken the stored keys then she probably will. not one to explore the facilities in the dark but she does really enjoy it when she gets to be alone. knows when it’s about time to leave if she starts hearing other people screaming. not intimated by the bracken- if anything she enjoy its company. her favorite piece of scrap are the paintings

POTENTIAL enemy list….

thumper - filth (ignore the staggering difference in power these two have)

spore lizard - cancerous rodent :)

bracken - something wicked. loves to target v1 specifically

snare-flea - ??? help me out here

hoarding bugs - swordsmachine would make SO much sense but for the sake of them actually being a crew member on this hell of a ship i’ll say a swordsmachine copycat. a scraphead

spider - i’m running out of enemies. spiders exist on earth too so i think it’d make sense for it to be a husk of some sort. nothing specific

baboon-hawk- drone :)

forest giant - i think corpse of king minos is most fitting. let’s just pretend he isnt 20 stories tall for the sake of this. cerberus would also make sense. either of them work

eyeless dogs - imagine a giant maurice rolling around. now imagine many of them. cant exactly see you because it’s made of fucking stone but it sure can hear you & you’ll definitely hear it when it comes barreling towards you before running you over

earth leviathan (worms) - EASILY the leviathan

coil-head - mannequin. maybe. bonus points if she gets to strike a different pose everytime she moves

ghost girl - i think it’d be funny if it were that one council member. any council member, honestly. they go after gabriel specifically

jester - im actually not sure! the skull looks most similar to minos’ parasites but at the same time having it be some weird hell-made husk machine would also be cool

jeb - it’s a bit lazy but hell itself would fit very nicely

turret - sentry. pink dot instead of orange

i’m ill. thanks for reading

#ultrakill #lethal company #nothing huge just something silly and small #this isnt serious its mainly an au made for fun but i suppose you could try turning it semi serious #help me out!!! add to these!!! id love it

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windymidnights · 2 months ago

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Childe x Reader that is stronger than him

a/n: i could just picture him falling head over heels for someone that can beat him in a fight 🙏 sorry for the grammar and if it seems rushed- i havent written in such a long time

cw: kinda suggestive ig??

- the moment he met you he knew you were definitely stronger than you looked

- but what really blew him away was the fact that you won in a friendly sparring match between the two of you.

- of course when someone with strength catches his eye he wants to see it for himself, and that of course means taking them head on in a fight.

- he wasn’t expecting you, of all people, to outmatch him. The 11th Fatui Harbinger. Someone who survived years in the abyss as a child.

- it kinda hurt his ego but he wont admit it

- immediately becomes intrigued by you. he wants to know your backstory, how you became so strong and how you know your way around a fight.

- would probably be annoying tbh, but its okay because its childe, wants to spar whenever he has the free time.

- he won’t stop asking to spar until he finally beats you, he loves the thrill of battle and the feeling of overcoming a challenge and because he’s still salty he lost

- even if he does manage to beat you, he probably wouldn’t stop wanting to spar. he’ll eventually find sparring with you to be enjoyable. he wouldnt admit it though at first, would probably try to get under your skin saying you can’t beat him again and to prove him otherwise. because hes a menace

- during your sparring matches though, he’ll probably find himself flushing at the way your muscles flex, his breath hitching when you hold a blade to his throat after a victory.

- its no doubt he finds your strength attractive.

- be prepared for him to bug you with sparring or adventures involving some sort of combat not only because it will “keep you strong” as he would put it. but also because he enjoys your company. would use any excuse in the book to fight against or alongside you.

- if and when you do get into a relationship with him. it sets his mind at ease, as he knows you can handle yourself in a fight. with him being a Harbinger, he has quite a bit of enemies. It would destroy him if something ever happened to you because his status.

#ros headcanons 🌙✨#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin x reader

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reorientation · 1 year ago

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okay nothing in this world has ever made me flood with need the way seeing my asks linked and tagged as 'respect anon' did. little update - ive been getting railed so often (11 times total now since mid november) that i have a bruised cervix. it hurts in such a delicious way, makes me hyperaware of what i am, almost feels reminiscent of cramps.

my original hookup ive now seen six times, and he wants to see me once a week minimum. the way he murmurs "good girl" so encouragingly to me, his strength, and the insanely erotic feeling of him breeding me, have all bewitched me. the texture of semen exploding into a wet cunt is so unique and im obsessed, its a different consistency from my own wetness, so i can always feel the exact moment hes fucking his sperm into my fertile body, even when i dont feel him throbbing through it (which i usually can).

other than him, ive fucked four other guys in the last month. each and every one of them came in me bare. i hoped a few times would sate me but if anything its fanning the flames. on my neediest day i had three guys come over one after another to fill me, the first was my original guy, and the other two were completely random, and they all treated me so perfectly honestly.

the third one in particular fulfilled my need to have a real man coax me into admitting my real name, he fucked me hard and fast and used his filthy tongue to slip into my subconscious mind and loosen my inhibitions until he got it out of me. then he used it over and over again while he fucked a baby into me, slapped my well-bred pussy till i begged him to stop, then held me so tightly. i felt so dazed and safe and feminine in his arms.

it feels so good to have a man respect me enough to give me what i really need, especially when im being brave enough to ask for something i was so afraid to even acknowledge about myself. and it especially feels good when he looks right into my eyes while pounding me and reminding me of the truth.

fuck sorry for multiple asks i literally just cannot stop thinking about being dubbed 'respect anon' its driving me crazy. i can feel my pulse everywhere, but it seems to pool in the places that make me a woman: my clit, my pussy lips, my aching dripping vagina, and my breasts. i can feel my pulse in my fucking nipples. and also usually my temples but thats off theme.

i cant get over how good it feels to be fucked. i never in a million years expected how endlessly perfect it would be, ive found partners that emanate joy together with me and its so much fun and so erotic. the original guy in particular, just takes so much joy in fixing me and in enjoying my cunt, i often end up watching the filthy reactions on his face as he watches my pussy clench around him. he watches us join together as one, my cunt singing with pleasure, i always ask him if theres anything else i can do for him and he almost always says "lay back and take it." like, yes sir!

once i was riding him and his hands were clenching my hips tight, i love riding because it makes my breasts bounce and heave so deliciously. he was staring at them, i was moaning like a bitch in heat feeling him stretch me out in an angle we dont normally do, and suddenly he looked me in the eye and said "you have a womans body." swear if id been on my back i would have orgasmed right then and there. he sometimes goes back and forth in what gendered terms he uses and it keeps my mind spinning with confusion and desperation. we are both bi and im pretty sure our current dynamic is heaven for us both.

there are so many filthy details i want to share with you. feels like i could babble all day about the things that have happened, but it all boils down to this: im a woman, obsessed with taking cock, finally letting herself enjoy some wonderful company, and it wont be long until im the sluttiest pregnant girl grindr has ever seen, hahahah.

respect anon back with one last thought because ive been obsessively rereading your two responses to me so far. when i begged him to refeminize me, "it doesn't even sound like he was surprised." nope! in fact he laughed at me, he laughed and said "fuuck yes." in that moment, i knew that he had already known, and was waiting to see if id admit it. with him, i have this manic energy where i come off completely insane over text, and his steady energy only serves to wind me up more. i think he knew id cave and beg to be detransitioned, my pics are all pretty high femme and lets just say im not ever subtle about my femininity.

the weird thing is, i only have that manic energy with him. i dont know if its because hes genuinely the hottest guy ive ever met, or because he took my virginity, or because he succeeded in breaking my mind. but the other guys ive slept with, while they blow my mind and show me what im for, i dont make such a fool of myself to them.

genuinely with him i have lost all semblance of self-respect and it proves right everything he has ever whispered into my ear.

(Previously)

All that fun you've been having, going from being a virgin to getting inseminated by five different men within a couple months - and nothing ever made you flood like my tagging system? I'm very flattered, Anon! A bit bemused, but flattered.

So much to speak to here, but one part I truly love is that your new life as a woman started with the first man to use your pussy laughing at you. Like your whole identity as a man had been one long joke you were telling, and you'd finally gotten to the punchline.

That's what real respect looks like for you, isn't it, Anon? A man who'll wait for you to finish telling the joke before he laughs.

And the man who made you tell him your real name while he fucked you full of cum... There's a pleasing symmetry to that. He got something out of you and put something into you. He learned what they called you when you were born, and maybe gave you a baby to call your own.

Which is what you're made for, after all. Your body never stops reminding you of that, whether it's with the pain of a bruised cervix or your blood pulsing in your swollen nipples or the unstoppable pleasure of taking a man's cum in your womb. It's little wonder that you've come so far since getting fucked for the first time, little lady: your body was just waiting for the chance to start.

#I can't respond to all of this without feeling like I'm going on for too long but rest assured that I enjoyed reading every bit <3 #reor: respect anon #kink interactions #reorientation writing #reor: anon ask #ftm misgendering kink #ftm detransition kink #ftm breeding #ftm girl #reor: anon life story

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2thestars-andbeyond · 2 years ago

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The Fire That Burns Within

This story has nothing to do with the series I had been posting.. I had a bit of writers block, then this idea popped up in my head. So enjoy?

Y/n Archeron is the eldest sister. What will happen when she finally decides to embrace her life as a Fae?

Three brothers for three sisters.. Azriel had always liked the idea of that. But Elian had been spending more and more time with Lucien these days. It didn’t start until Rhysand had told him to stay away from her. But Azriel, he couldn’t help but still be captivated by the youngest Archeron sister. He would hide in the shadows and watch her as she tended to her garden and find himself doing anything in his power to make sure that their paths crossed.

Y/n Archeron, is the eldest sister. She hated being taken away from her life in the mortal lands as she had a lot going for her. She had studied to be a healer and when she took the position as a healer in the village they lived in, she fault as if her life was beginning to come together. Until the day she was kidnapped and taken to Hybern alongside her sisters. Y/n wasn’t suppose to be there that day, but decided since she had a day off, to visit her sisters. After they returned to the Night Court, Y/n had the worst time adjusting to Fae life way worse than Elain and Nesta put together. Rhysand had even offering her a spot as a healer for the night court, as the cauldron had gifted her healing powers. But she refused to leave her room, for months only allowing her sisters and occasionally Mor into her rooms.

Az had only laid eyes on Y/N once before she locked herself in her room, that just so happened to be across from him. He heard her crying at night and the sound of her turning page after page in books during the day. He often wondered if she read the same books Nesta read. Cassian told him that his mate enjoyed reading books of promiscuous topics. But Nesta would always put them off as being romantic. The Shadow Singer had also noticed that Y/N liked to take her meals on the balcony if the day was nice and enjoyed hot baths before bed.

He couldn’t remember much of Y/N features, but he did remember that her hair was more naturally wavy than her sisters, but the same golden brown color. Her eyes were a greenish gray, maybe close to hazel if he remembered correctly. He knew that she helped out a lot with the wounded after the War against Hybern, but never seen her on the battle field as she stayed near the healing tents.

It wasn’t until a few weeks after the war that Y/N had decided to come out of her rooms more. Everyone was shocked to see her enter the dinning room that night. She had to admit that it was nice to have company.

“Y/N.” Rhysand spoke to her that night “We are hosting a ball in a few days time. If you feel up to coming, all the other High Lord’s are invited.”

“Hopefully Tamlin wont show up.” Cassian adds rasing, his glass as the others murmur their agreement.

“I’ll think about it.” Y/N says.

“You really should join us! You would have fun, plus maybe you’ll find another way to relieve your stress then reading those risque books you like so much.” Mor wiggles her eyebrows at Y/n.

“They are romance novels.” Y/N and Nesta say together confirming Azriel’s suspicions.

Mo shrugs and goes on to say, “What ever you say, but the real thing is better than fantasizing about it. I could help you pick out a dress. Maybe a dark green? Or a purple? One to make your eyes pop.” She says excitingly.

“I really don’t want to be any trouble..” Y/N starts.

“Nonsense” Pausing to take a drink of her wine, “It would be my pleasure to get you dolled up”.

It seemed like forever since Y/N had even felt like dressing up or wearing anything other than the silk pajamas Rhysand had been supplying her with. It didn’t take much thought for Y/N to agree to go show up at the ball.

The night of the ball came fast. Almost too fast for Y/N liking. Mor helped her do her hair and makeup. While Mor was putting a nude color on her lips she says sadly, “I hate that you didn’t pick the purple gown. It was so pretty on you.”

Y/N took another look at herself in the mirror. Dark green was always her favorite color and this dress.. She had no words for the way she felt in it. Mor added more gold glitter to her eyes.

“There. All finished.” smiling at the work she had done.

“You look beautiful sister” Elain said.

Y/N gives her sister a smile. “As do you.” Elain wore a pretty pink colored gown, nothing out of the ordinary.

Y/N stood by the table that held the faewine, the music was upbeat and alluring. She glanced out to the dancefloor. Feyre dancing with Rhysand along side Nesta and Cassian, who she must admit looked very comfortable out there. Elain and Lucien were sitting closely side by side on the bench over looking the view of the snow capped mountains. Fairy lights hung over head lighting the night, but not taking away the view of the beautiful stars above.

Azriel approaches Y/N just as the song turns slow, an giving everyone an opportunity to slow dance. Y/N always loved dancing and had to admit that she was fairly good at it. She had taken dance lesson alongside Nesta growing up all because mother had said “A real lady knows her way around the dance floor.”

Y/N smiles as Azriel walks up to her offering his hand. She takes it and he leads them on to the dance floor. She rests her hands on his broad shoulders feeling the tight muscle underneath his suit. He places his hands on her waist. They spend the whole song dancing, not saying a word to one another. It wasn’t an awkward experience for Y/N she just felt strange because she had never even spoke to the Spymaster. Her eyes diverted his burning gaze, looking for anything to put her eyes on, something besides those beautiful hazel orbs. Maybe the star? No that would be too obvious. She decided that over his right shoulder would suffice.

She was met with another burning gaze. Amber colored, similar to those of Luciens. She noticed that the owner of those eyes must be another Vanserra she knew that Lucien had many bothers. But she couldn’t look away from his stare. He wore a green vest with gold embroidery and a white collared shirt underneath which she was sure had a matching waist coat that he had probably disregarded sometime throughout the night. Azriel spun her as the song came to an end. The spin had made her slightly dizzy, thanks to the amount of faewine she had consumed since the ball began.

Y/N stumbled a little. Azriel catches her and pulls her in close while the next dance starts.

“I’m sorry” she says, embarrassed and placing a hand on her forehead. “Feyre said the wine was potente, but I didn’t believe her.” she says giggling. Y/N places her hand on Azriel’s chest and he leads them both around the dance floor in time to the upbeat music From a far Feyre is watching and nudges her mate and nods toward where Y/N and Az are dancing around the dance floor, her dress twirling around her. Rhysand smiles as he sees his brother has a smile on his face.. As the song ends, he bows to her and she curtsies.

Out of breath, Azriel takes her hand and places a kiss to her knuckles, “Thank you for the dance.” “Y/N smiles back hoping he doesn't notice the blush on her face.

“Excuse me” A voice sounds from beside them, “May I?” Azriel turns to see Eris. Azriel deadpans the Heir and then simply nods and steps back.

This dance is a slow one, as she sees others holding each other close. Eris offers her a hand and she takes it. He leads her to the middle of the dance floor and she places her hands on his shoulders and his hands go to her hips.

“I don’t think we have had the pleasure of meeting.” Purrs Eris and a shiver goes down Y/N’s spine.

“I am Y/N Archeron.”

“Another Archeron?” Eris muses. “Eris Vanserra.”

After a moment of silence he goes on to say, “I wasn’t aware that there was a forth sister.”

“That’s how I like it. Well liked it anyway. Not that I don’t love my sisters, don’t get me wrong they are my best friends. Sorry, I’m rambling. I blame the wine. I always get like this when I drink wine.” Y/N notices Eris staring at her and she blushes.

“Yes the wine here in the fae lands is a lot different than what is in the mortal lands.” He stares into her eyes noting how the color of her dress brings out the color of her eyes. A color he finds himself lost in. After a long moment he finds himself saying, “The color green suits you. Your dress is very Autumn Court”

“That what Mor said.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “She hated this dress, but just between me and you,” Y/N leads in closer to Eris’ ear “That just made me love it even more.” Shes whispers.

“It is truly lovely. You would fit in so well in my court.” Eris says and mentally slaps himself. What is wrong him him? He hasn’t felt this way over a female in centuries.

The music grows into a crescendo and Eris gracefully sends Y/N in a spin that has others darting out of their way. The waltz continues and they use the parted dance floor to their advantage. Y/N emerald skits are flowing around them like a beautiful sea of green. As the song comes to a close, Eris dips Y/N. Both breathing fast their chests almost touching.

Eris leds Y/N to the balcony and they spend the rest of the night talking and laughing. For the first time since she was Made, Y/N feels alive. Azriel watches Y/N the whole night and watches his dream of three brothers being mated to three sisters go up in flames, again.

Sending a goodnight to Rhys, through his mind deciding rather than hurt himself more, to call it a night. Knowing he wouldn’t sleep at all. With a sigh, Azriel turns and runs into someone.

“I’m sorry.” Gwyn smiles at Az. Shes wearing the necklace that he gave her this past winter solstice

“That’s okay. I’m actually going to head up to bed”

“Really? I was on my way to say goodnight to everyone too. This really isn’t my thing.” Gwyn says. And there it is that feeling in Azriel’s chest again, the one that he cant explain. He stares at her.

“Well goodnight then. I’ll see you tomorrow at training.” He says finally. Gwyn nods and smiles at him as he brushes past her.

As the night comes to an end everyone starts to say their goodbyes to one another.

“It was nice to meet you, Eris.” Y/N says wishing the night didn’t have to end.

“Hopefully we can see each other again soon.” Kissing her knuckles for the second time tonight as she curtsies to him. He turns and is met with the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court who both look as though they have questions.

“I see you have met my eldest sister?” Feyre questions

“Yes I have. She was great company to have tonight.” Eris says smiling at Y/N

“Yes we are glad to see that Y/N has finally begin to come out of her shell.” Rhysand stares at Eris, not sure of the hires true intentions.

“Thank you for having me tonight. In your lovely.. Home.” Eris stares back at Rhys giving him the same expression.

“Darling,” Feyre draws Rhysand out of his staring contest, “I have to go tend to Nyx. Elain says he is awake and she can’t get him to stop crying.”

“Okay darling” Kissing Feyre’s forehead and giving Eris one last look, they turn and head towards the stairs.

“Well that was pleasant?” Laughs Y/N

“Yeah, Rhysand has his opinions about me. As does everyone in this Court. I’m honestly surprised you chose to spend your night with me. You looked as though you were having quite a bit of fun with the Shadow Singer, before I cut in.”

“Oh. Az left with Gywn some time ago. And besides, I don’t listen to others opinions. I like to form my own. You seem like you are a good male.” Y/N beams at Eris. Not sure what to think about the warming feeling in her chest.

Eris places his hand on her cheek rubbing his thumb over her full bottom lip. His eyes dart from her eyes to her lips, Y/N’s eyes doing the same. Y/N bites her bottom lip just before Eris closes the distance between them. The kiss is gentle at first Eris wanting to make sure that this is what she really wants.

Y/n can’t be this lonely that she is letting a male that she had just met kiss her, can she? As Eris runs a scorching tongue over her bottom lip, asking for entrance… Yes, yes she can be this desperate she thinks as she deepens the kiss. Running her hands so they interlock at the nape of his neck. Eris snakes a hand so that it rests on the curve of her spine.

Eris breaks the kiss and kisses down her neck. The too warm kisses leaving goosebumps in their wake. As he makes his way back up to her swollen lips, the Heir of Autumn loses himself in the needy kiss he plants there. Placing his hand on the side of her neck his palm growing warmer and warmer with every movement his lips made on hers until….

“Ouch!” Y/n grabs her neck were Eris’ palm was rested. Eris’s eyes grew wide.

“Y/n are you okay. Oh Gods, I swear I didn't mean to– that has never happened before– It’s just that–”

She catches a glimpse of her neck in the window behind him, “You burnt me.” She says, shocked. Eris starts apologizing to her for the hand print that he left on her skin.

“I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt. I guess what I heard was right” she shrugs. Eris’ eyes brows shoot up.

“And what would that be?” He asks

“That Autumn Court males have fire in their veins” Y/n grins at the male in front of her. But Eris just stares at her with concern in his face.

“I am fine. Eris I promise. It will heal. Hopefully in time for breakfast is the morning.” Y/n reassures him. She plants a kiss to his cheek.

“I really hope we can see each other again soon.”

“We will. I will make sure of it. But I’m not sure what the others will think when they see your neck” Y/n places her hand on the hand print that he left on her neck finding it to be warm still.

Eris takes her hand and kisses it one last time before winnowing back to his home court.

#eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra x oc #eris vanserra #azriel x reader #azriel x female!reader #azriel x you #acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #acotar x oc #acotar x you #fanfic

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onskepa · 2 years ago

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Hiya, wonderful writer:)

Is it okay for a neteyam or lo'ak and fem!human reader where she Listens to songs by beach weather like swoon or chit chat.

And she dances and sings out the lyrics in her room as neteyam/ lo'ak hanging out with her in her room.

Hello! I hope you enjoy this one! took me a bit to make this good!

Srew

After the war between the Reef na'vi and the RDA, peace was once more bestowed on Pandora. The humans who lived with the Omaticaya clan traveled to the Metkayina clan, by request of Jake sully. To hopefully bring some peace between humans and na'vi, wanting to prove not all of them were evil.

Spider was a big advocate for this. And knew just who to call to come to the Metkayina island, his sister from another mister, Srew.

Srew was a long time friend of the sully children, since they were kids themselves. However, srew gotten used to being called that, much like spider, she too prefers her nick name rather than her birth name.

So when she arrived on the island, the sully children were so happy to see her. Kiri and Tuk were quick to snatch her up and show her around. The reef princess, Tsireya found to enjoy srew's prescence. And even became close friends!

Of course that leaves neteyam and lo'ak slight jealous that their sisters have srew all to themselves. But they try their best to be with srew. Which speaking of.

Srew learned many things from the Metkayina clan, from the foods, clothing, rituals, and even learn how to talk with her hands! But one thing she has come to love more was the way the reef na'vi dance. So Vastly different from the Omatikaya dances.

Tsireya was more than happy to show stew her people's dancing culture and even had srew dress in her people's clothing. Srew was a fast learner and evenjoying how the flow of each movement felt, from her arms mimicking the ocean waves, her legs trying to move like one of the sea creatures. It was amazing.

So when night came, there was a song stuck in her mind. Feeling comfortable in her personal space of a pod, she began to sing and dance. Unknowing to her, neteyam and lo'ak were just passing by when they heard the familiar yet heavenly voice.

Smiling in joy, lo'ak was the first to silently sneak up to srew's pod, neteyam following close. And in their awe, was srew dancing like a true Metkayina, her moves looked natural and her voice singing int he na'vi language was pure bliss. They could watch her for hours.

But when srew saw them, she was startled at first but was happy to see him. Inviting them inside, she grabs their large hands and asking to dance with her. It was a happy and fun.

Neteyam enjoys holding hands with her, singing with her, familiar with the folk songs of the Metkayina clan. He loves her company and their conversations never get tiring. There was always something new and amazing when he is around srew. He keeps it to himself, but he has desires to one day keep srew as his mate. Human or not, he does hold strong feelings. Perhaps build a family like his parents did.

lo'al on the other hand, he sees srew in a similar light. He views srew as someone trust with his deepest secrets. He would confined with srew about his insecurities and short comings in life. He definitely sees settling down with srew. But wont do anything in he fears it would ruin his friendship with her. And wont do anything unless she does anything first to indicated a possible mating between the two.

Stew however, just enjoys being with her favorite boys. Being with neteyam and lo'ak was differently fun and never boring. However, if she must admit...she has grown affections for a certain sully boy...

Srew = Dance

And that is it for this request! Hope you all liked it! byeeeeeeee~!!

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asmogorna · 10 months ago

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Sorry to send another ask so soon (and idk if someones asked this already) but if you have any headcanons for Jon I'd love to hear them!

OK SO im really sorry it took me THIS long to get to this i quite literally.. forgot i had smth in my inbox woopsies. the reason i remembered is cause mootie posted some Spine hcs and i was like "woah"

alsooo im not good at putting my thoughts onto "paper" especially in english so you will have to excuse me

anywho my jon headcanons some sad some random /ref

First of all i think that his relationship with Peter Walter I would be far from close. he would be seen as the type of child who's both "too much mess to take care of" and "strong enough to take care of himself" if that makes sense. Peter did love him as his creation but would openly admit that he's not his proudest one, meanwhile Jon wouldn't feel much connection at all. he sympathized with his creator but only in a way he would with any other human being, there was more gratitude than love

Jon struggles with constant malfunctions and his mechanisms are a mess (partially because he gets himself in trouble all the time), so at one point Peter would get tired of fixing him so frequently, and tell him that he can just "walk some things off". That thought stuck to the bot and he would think of all of his malfunctions as slight inconveniences, i mean, he can still perform so why pay attention to the constant neck pain or powering up struggles ? it just became a habit and he kind of forgot that things like that shouldn't be ignored

After a long while when Peter Walter VI grew up enough to start learning more about how automatons work, Jon would be used as a "lab rat" (not really but its just what he himself called it) for young VI to practice fixing mechanisms. thats pretty much when he heard "Wait this cant be right" about his messed up physical state for the first time in a long while. little Peter didnt get to fix all of the things that were wrong with Jon's body, but he did manage to take care of some of them, which almost surprised Jon with how nice it felt to not hear pieces of broken gears rattle in his head every time he moved (who wouldve thunk)

ok now to more lighthearted stuff !!

Jon actually has a very strong bond with Sam ! He loves watching the mustached man work and sometimes follows him around, just enjoying his company. At first Sam thought that the tone-gold automaton was creepy and uncanny, but grew attached to him and his stupidity (/lh). i also think that Sam would be one of the few Walter workers who dont baby the Jon and actually treat him like they would treat any other robot :3

Also Jon just loves his robot family endlessly. shocker !! im not sure how explain it but i think hes the only one to look at other Walter automatons and go "bro i love them so much" at all times. in his head at least. obviously he teases them and argues with them but he wont think twice before accepting a hug from his siblings (except for Upgrade theyre rivals /j)

Speaking of Upgrade !! They feel the most sibling-ish to me (aside from Rabbit & The Spine) because they constantly poke fun at each other yet they still are willing to give each other help and comfort when needed. She once had to carry him all the way back to the Walter manor because they forgot to take some extra cans of crystal pepsi

Also Upgrade got in an accident once which caused her to have a fractured face for a couple of days, and Jon was there the entire time to comfort her and constantly tell her that shes still very pretty

Unlike with other robots, the food that Jon eats doesnt just fall through his uncovered jaw/run into his boiler or anything like this, instead it just. disappears. once he closes his mouth the food just vanishes into the unknown, yet Jon claims that he enjoys the process of "eating" (nobody knows how it works)

LITTLE GIRLS THAT GO TO SPG SHOWS LOVE HIM !! once the band finishes performing, he constantly gets pulled away by a small giggling pink-ish blob to join their tea party or hula hooping contest. thats why he has quite a knowledge on "girly" themes and educates other automatons on the matter

THATS IT FOR NOW TY FOR READING :3

#steam powered giraffe #spg #the jon spg #idk how to tag this uh #i love jon #i love him sm #hes my girlfriend #spg headcanons

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cupoftaae · 2 years ago

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Beach Day (KTH Drabble)

A/N- I am going to continue this as a drabble series, I just love the reader x tae with baby kiyomi storyline way too much.

Summary- You and Taehyung take a much needed vacation to Hawaii with your baby, Kiyomi, and spend your final hours without the distractions of life on the beach, taking in the sunset and each others company.

Warnings- lots of fluff, mentions of postpartum depression

word count- 2k !

Enjoy!!

You walked into the living room of your current vacation suite, eyes catching taehyung napping on the couch, your daughter on his chest.

Walking over, you carefully lifted Kiyomi off your husband, placing the sleepy baby against your chest as you watched Tae begin to awaken.

"what are you doing?" he whined, upset that his daughter was taken off him.

"Im gonna change her and then we are gonna head down to the beach, its beautiful outside" you smiled gently, gesturing outside to the big window.

Taehyung looked outside and squinted his eyes, sun still shining bright into the room at 6pm. "we will have to finish packing when we get back" he sighed, standing up and stretching.

"well...I thought thats what you were doing but apparently you and love bug were getting a little nap in" you giggle, walking into the main bedroom and pulling out your duffle bag.

Taehyung decided it would be good to get away for a few days, postpartum was really getting to you despite everyone lending a hand to help. You felt embarrassed that you had been struggling still, and the anxiety was all too much, so Taehyung had surprised you with a last minute trip to Hawaii to change the environment and help your headspace. Of course, it wasn't some magic switch and suddenly you were feeling 100% better, but being alone with your little family without pressures of work or other intrusions really helped, and you were super thankful for that.

All of you had spent the last 4 days exploring the little spot you chose to stay in, immersing in the culture and food. You were incredibly grateful for the trip, but you had to admit, you were a bit sad that today was the last.

"what bag does this go into? I thought that it was mine bu-" Taehyung stopped talking when he walked back into the bedroom, watching you turn and hold up Kiyomi proudly like a prize, wide grin on your face as her new little bathing suit was being shown off.

"oh my god" he broke out into a wide smile, approaching you both. The chubby baby babbled nonsense as he gently squished her face, peppering kisses all over. "You look so cute, look at you!"

You handed your daughter over and watched taehyung dance around with room with her, laughing to yourself quietly. "I saw it at the store, it was too adorable not to buy. She probably wont go in the water but whatever"

"thats okayyy, youre so cute baby" he spoke in a higher pitch, bumping his nose with his 4 month old squirming around happily in his hands.

"im gonna go put my sundress on and we will head out, okay?" you spoke, digging through your semi-packed suitcase.

"mhm" he hummed, swaying gently as he sat on the bed and waited for you.

"You look just like mama, you know that?"

Kiyomi simply widened her eyes and murmured something of a squeal, making her father smile.

He placed his finger in her tiny palm, her entire hand wrapping around it, making his heart swoon. "we love you so much, ladybug" he kissed her forehead and turned as you came out of the bathroom.

"you look lovely sweetheart"

"ah tae, its just the same sundress I wear every time we go on vacation, nothing new" you giggle, and swat your hand, searching for your sunglasses.

"doesn't mean you dont look beautiful" he smiled

you blush and glare at him, shaking your head as you turn and overlook your outfit in the mirror. you didn't have the same body as you did last time you wore it, and thats understandable considering it was pre- pregnancy.

"my love, dont over analyze yourself, you look gorgeous" he came up behind you and rested his hand on the front of your waist, head leaning against yours as you both stood in front of the mirror.

"thank you" you mumble shyly

"anytime" he kissed your forehead and slickly moved his hand around to rest on your butt, squeezing it jokingly.

"there it is, had to ruin it" you laugh, moving away to slide your shoes on, "you ready to go?"

"mhm" he turned his head to the baby against his chest. "you ready to go?" he whispered, but she only blankly looked up at him.

"I'll take it as a yes"

Once you three were sat at the basically empty beach, kiyomi was growing fussy.

"I literally fed her before we got down here" you whine, gently patting her back and swaying back and forth.

Tae looked up to you from the towel laid out on the sand, "sit" her patted the spot next to him. "I'll take her"

you handed her over as you sat down, taehyung gently stroking the side of her face as she cried. "whats wrong? baby doesn't like the beach? are you a homebody like your daddy?"

you giggled as you watched the interaction

Kiyomi kicked her feet around, accidentally striking tae in the face,

"woah there, ninja" he scoffed and looked at you, who was laughing harder than before. "maybe she doesnt want to be held....oh, here" you dug into the beach bag and put out the baby mat towel, allowing your husband to put her down on her back, cries almost immediately stopping.

"how'd you know that?" he asked

"i dont know, she just seemed irritated" you shrugged, watching your daughters hooded eyes gaze up at the colorful sky.

Taehyung smiled at you and pulled out his phone, beginning to film.

"Baby's first time at the beach" he laid down next to her, making sure both their heads were in the frame. "mama is here too" he giggled and turned his phone to you

"hi" you waved, crawling over to lay on the other side of kiyomi. Taehyung kissed his daughters cheek and looked at you, a soft gleam in his eyes as he admired his two girls.

"aren't I so lucky?" he looked back at his camera, asking it as if he was genuinely having a conversation with someone.

"stop, dont be sappy on the beach" you tease, making him giggle. he flipped over so he was on his stomach, camera now grazing across the entire beach, stopping at some random person and zooming in.

"stop" you whisper, unable to hold in your laughter at the poor older woman who had no idea she was now a victim of taehyung video diary.

"what is she doing?" he mumbled, turning to you

"yoga? i think.....I hope" you snorted and patted his back, grabbing his attention.

"can we take baby to the water?" you smiled brightly as taehyung paused his phone.

"like...let her swim?" he scrunched his face

"baby, we would obviously hold her" you giggled and brushed his hair back, his parental nervousness kicking in. "she'll be okay, cmon"

you stood up, brushing off some sand as you picked your daughter up, dramatically groaning as you did so as if she weighed 500lbs.

Both of you made your way to the calm ocean, stepping in slowly and laughing about the temperature.

"its summer why is it cold?"

"its always cold baby" you look over at him, his eyes carefully examining kiyomi in your arms.

"Do you wanna hold her, tae?"

He smiled shyly and nodded, walking over and holding her close to his chest.

"can you film?" he handed you his phone "dont drop it" he giggled and adjusted the sun hat on kiyomi's head.

"no promises" you whisper, hitting record and capturing the sweet moment your daughter experienced the ocean for the first time.

slight water splashed on her toes, making her jump.

"aww, its okay" he cooed, making you turn the camera

"daddy is more afraid of the ocean than you are" you mumble, making your way back to him.

"no im not!" he protested, stepping close to you.

you flipped the camera to capture you and your little family in one frame, Kiyomi giggling loudly.

"you like the water?" you cheered, watching her big eyes look around at the moving currents.

"I think she likes it" you directed back to the camera before shutting it off, "Im gonna go put this on the beach ill be right back"

"okay" he smiled, watching his daughter kick her feet into the water.

You tossed the phone onto the sand and quickly ran back into the ocean, coming up behind tae and splashing water onto him suddenly

"ah!" he jumped and turned around, glaring at you

Your fits of giggles were heard as you backed up, his arm winding up to make a wave of water splash in your direction.

"Hey!" you shout, looking at your baby who found humor in the situation. "whos team are you on?" you tease, getting ready to make an even bigger splash.

"No! the baby- look, baby, in my hands" he held out Kiyomi in defense

"you cant use the baby card" you put your hands on your hips, rolling your eyes

"oh I absolutely can"

"whatever"

He walked over to the shore, holding Kiyomi up by her hands as her feet stood in the water

"Look at our little water baby" you cooed, running over and crouching down to her level.

Kiyomi watched the wave creep up to her feet, wailing as it hit her

"uh-oh" you smirked, looking up at taehyung.

She started to cry in fear as her hands grasped onto her dad with more eagerness to be taken away.

"guess shes not moana" you giggled, picking her up and walking back to the sand with your husband behind you.

"thats okay, we just have to stick to filling up the baby pool on the back porch I guess" tae smiled and pinched his daughters chubby cheek lovingly.

You wrapped her up in a towel and took off her hat, putting it into your beach bag as you looked at the sunset.

Taehyung moved to sit beside you, head resting against yours.

"is it greedy or selfish to say Im upset today is our last day here?" you joked

"not at all...everything has been so relaxing and peaceful, I mean, I love everyone back home but the past few days have been a breath of fresh air" he laughed softly

you pulled away to look at him, pecking a soft kiss to his lips before returning your head to his shoulder.

"we will come back" he promised, rubbing your back as you guys watched the sun slowly set on the horizon.

later that night, you paced the hotel room, gathering any stray items and putting them into your suitcase. Taehyung came out of the bathroom with kiyomi gathering up in a large towel, her tiny hairs wet.

"thank you for giving her a tub" you exhaled, walking over and taking her from him.

"its no problem. You done packing?" he asked, sitting on the end of the bed as you began to put lotion and fresh clothing on your squirming baby.

"mhm, I packed your clothes too, so the only thing we need to pack in the morning before we leave is toiletries." you look over at him

"ah thank you angel, thats good, we can just relax tonight"

"hopefully, if this little bug goes down quickly" you rub your nose against kiyomi's, making her smile.

After she was changed, you brought her over to the tiny bassinet by yours and taes bed, laying her down and providing her favorite stuffy and blanket. "someone looks comfy" you smile widely, watching her eyes already begin to close.

"your turn" taehyung crawls to the side of the bed and gently tugs on your arm, urging you to lay with him.

You fall onto the bed and move to lay atop of your husband, head resting on his chest as his arms protectively wrap around your lower back.

"you smell nice" he whispered, making you giggle

"thanks....you smell like the ocean" you tease, squeezing his arm.

He smiled and ran a hand through your hair, the room was quiet and dark, television on some random food channel as you both got lost in each others touches.

"you know...youre doing a really good job" he suddenly spoke up, making you lift your head a bit to see him.

"hm?"

"with being a mom. youre doing such a good job, its really amazing to see you give so much of yourself for our baby. It almost...inspires me? to be a better dad."

you pout, "tae, youre already such a great dad..."

"no, no, im just saying, you do so much and yet you still think you arent a good mom. I wish you saw yourself through my lens because, you are a damn good parent."

You look back at him with a soft yet surprised reaction.

"and im not just like, starting anything, I just wanted you to know that you are doing so well...and im so proud of you. This isnt about me at all." he added

you sat up a little and rubbed your head against his, peppering his face with kisses as you cupped his cheek, turning him to face you. "I love you so much, that really meant a lot to me....thank you angel"

He smiled and kissed you softly, hands pushing you closer to him.

"we will be okay." you whisper

"we will be more than okay"

a/n: Hi guys! I really hoped you liked this drabble, it was last minute but I think its so cute. have a good friday/weekend everyone! and happy easter to those who celebrate <3

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