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Spa Days in Hell
And here it is, everyone! The meaty fic I warned everyone about! (I lost the ask, but this was anon request anyway <3)
Summary: Lucifer's wings need cleaning after he spent so long neglecting them. Charlie has to do it herself, despite knowing how sensitive he is there. Seems like Lucifer's in for one ticklish as hell spa day.
Word Count: 3k words... goddamn lmao.
Warnings: kinda intense tickles in some parts, Lucifer has six wings, swearing too, Angel Dust and his unique humour. Still SFW though :)
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Lucifer nervously straightened his top hat and fiddled with his cane as he tried to look presentable in his room, in his castle on the edge of the Pride Ring. He was on the way to see his darling daughter Charlie, after so long of not seeing her or the new venture she had set up. To the kingâs knowledge, it was supposed to be some kind of hotel to redeem wayward Sinners and send them to Heaven.
Lucifer knew what Heaven was really like. It was nice that Charlie was a dreamer, just like he used to be, but he just didnât want to see his daughter get her dreams crushed by the angels above, much like they had crushed his dreams for humanity long ago.
âOkay, Lucifer. You got this. Youâre seeing your daughter and what sheâs been up to. Donât fuck it up, Luci. Donât fuck this up.â he repeated, his shoulders rolling back as he checked his wings. On any of the lucky days when he actually gave a shit, Lucifer would have refused to leave the house if his wings were anything less than pristine. But today, he just didnât care how they looked.
Lucifer had his good days, and his bad days. Since landing in Hell, the bad days outweighed the good sometimes. Being cast out of Heaven and into Hell had sent Lucifer into a depression for a good while. While the sadness gnawed at his mind every day, he had gotten better at hiding it. But his wings had suffered as a result. Some feathers were broken, some were tangled, others were sharper than they should be and dug into the kingâs back. To think some angels had only two to clean and take care of. But Lucifer had six fluffy appendages, all of them not being taken care of for perhaps longer than they should have been.
Well, he didnât have time anyway. He just wouldnât show anyone the wings. He couldnât care less about his wings right now. Lucifer steeled himself and put on that confident smirk of his, as he grabbed his cane and took a deep breath, teleporting to the hotel address Charlie had given him.
The world shifted under his feet as Luciferâs boots made contact with the streets of Pride. Overlooking Pentagram City was Charlieâs hotel. The âHazbinâ Hotel. Huh. What a weird name. Charlie was normally much better about naming stuff.
Well, Lucifer kept that thought to himself as he crossed over and knocked thrice on the door with his cane. Knock, knock, knock!
The door opened at once. Lucifer brought his cane down, resting both of his hands upon the top of the cane.
âDad?â Charlie asked, looking a bit confused at his early arrival. Lucifer suspected she was expecting him to come a lot later. Oh no. For his daughter, he was determined to make up for all the stuff he had missed. Even if that meant arriving absurdly early before an agreed time.
âAhh, there she is! Thereâs my Char-Char! How have you been doing? Good? Good, me too!â Lucifer cheered, giving Charlie a big kiss on the cheek, as he stepped into the hotel. It was⊠less than presentable, to put it nicely.
Lucifer felt that sharp pain in his back again, and he winced a little as he walked around.
âAre you alright, Dad?â Charlie asked, noticing her fatherâs movement. Lucifer looked back at his daughter, before he forced himself to smile, acting like his wings werenât in utter agony from being neglected for so long.
âOh, Iâm fine, Charlie. Anyway, so howâs the business venture? Anyone important I need to meet? Got to make sure my daughter is being treated right by her patrons. Kindness and love and all that stuff.â
âOh yeah. This way, Dad!â Charlie said, taking him off to see the others. âSo the first one I want you to meet is Vaggie, my girlfriend. Vaggie, this is my father, Lucifer.â
âPleasure to meet you, Your Highness.â Vaggie smiled, though Lucifer noticed the âXâ over her eye and indeed the angelic spear. If his wings were out right now, they would have puffed up to sense danger. Vaggie was an angel? A former Exorcist, no less. And they were dating? An Exorcist, COURTING his daughter?! The very idea felt absurd. But Lucifer smiled.
âOh, you like girls! Why, I like them too! Glad to see we have so much in common! Put âer there, Maggie!â Lucifer smiled, not seeming to notice that he had gotten her name wrong as he swept Vaggie into a hug. His hidden wings twinged again, a painful reminder to Lucifer that he had to take care of them at some point. He grimaced, but buried his face into Vaggieâs shoulder.
Vaggie chuckled as she awkwardly patted Lucifer on the back before the king disengaged from the hug. Lucifer cleared his throat, and hummed.
âWho else?â
âOh! So we have Husk, the bartender.â Charlie then said. Husk just grumbled a little, as was true to his character.
âHello, your Royal Majesty.â Husk muttered, before drinking from a bottle of whiskey.
âThe smiling demon over there is Alastor, whoâs my business partner.â Charlie next said. Alastor had that trademark smile, but his eyes told a different story. He didnât like the look of a being more powerful than him, sharing a room together.
âGood to put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life. I would call you by your royal name, but âYour Highnessâ seems woefully ironic, Iâm sure youâll agree. Your height just doesnât justify such a regal way of recognition.â Alastor stated.
âDonât go any further. Donât want to say something that youâll regret, Bambi.â Lucifer shot back, smiling smugly when Alastorâs deer ears flattened briefly, a soft growl leaving his eternally grinning mouth.
âBambi? BAMBI? Why, you little-!â Alastor growled, his pupils briefly flickering into radio dials, before Charlie grabbed his arm.
âCalm down, Alastor. Dad, please donât disrespect my business partner like that.â Charlie cut in, her eyes narrowing the slightest amount. Lucifer felt a little guilty, but he scoffed and continued on as Charlie continued the introductions.
âThe spider demon is Angel Dust, a famous⊠actor.â Charlie said. âAnd the smaller woman running around is Niffty, our maid.â
Niffty waved playfully at Lucifer. âHello, your Majesty!â she chirped, before seeing a bug scuttle past. The maid got a rather hungry look in her eye as she giggled manically, racing after the bug.
âAngel, come say hi to my father.â
âYour father, eh? Well, well. Hello, Daddy Morningstar~â Angel cooed, before flopping down on one of the lobby chairs and scrolling on his phone, flicking his white and pink hair. Lucifer coughed awkwardly.
âOkay⊠a charming character.â Lucifer murmured, before his wings twinged yet again, but the pain was sharp enough to make Lucifer turn away from Angel, and bite the back of his hand to stifle the pain. Charlie noticed her fatherâs pained expression.
âDad? Are you okay?â Charlie asked, placing a hand upon her fatherâs back. Lucifer straightened up the best he could.
âOh, Iâm fine. Donât worry about me, little apple. Iâm okay.â
Charlie didnât believe a single word that ran from her fatherâs mouth. She didnât use her wings very much, but as a young girl, she had seen Lilith tending to Luciferâs wings before. He only reacted this way if his wings needed care. Come to think of it, when had they last done that? When Lilith disappeared, Charlie had to step up and take care of Luciferâs wings when he asked. She was more than happy to, but it had been a while.
âDad, did you clean your wings up before you came out?â Charlie asked quietly, not wanting to embarrass her father in front of her patrons. Lucifer cleared his throat awkwardly again.
âOh yes, Char-Char.â Lucifer lied. But the light eyebrow raise from Charlie indicated that she didnât believe him.
âDad, donât lie to me.â Charlie stated. Vaggie looked worried. As a former angel, she knew that their wings being neglected would only serve to hurt.
âYour Majesty, would you like me to take care of your wings? Iâll be quick.â Vaggie offered.
âNO! I-I mean, um⊠no. Thank you, though.â Lucifer stammered, backing away from Vaggie. Charlie followed him, Alastor by her side while the others remained in the lobby.
âDad, I insist you let me help. I canât have you in pain and-â Charlie attempted to reason. But she was cut off as Luciferâs fight or flight response triggered. Lucifer ran as fast as he could and up the steps to the second floor of the hotel.
But Charlie wasnât about to accept that. âAlastor, help me catch him!â
âWith pleasure, Princess.â Alastor shot back, grinning as the two gave chase.
Lucifer ran, hearing the footsteps of Charlie and Alastor not too far behind. Lucifer was a nervous giggler, and sure enough, bubbly giggles slipped past his lips as he ran away from his daughter and her business partner. He needed a place to hide.
But that thought was cut off as Alastorâs tentacles wrapped around him and pulled him back to where Charlie was. Lucifer attempted to break out of the grip, but there was no give as Alastor pulled Lucifer back to where he and Charlie stood.
âYour Royal Highness, itâs most rude to run away, you know. Rather cowardly, too.â Alastor mused.
âNow that is the pot calling the kettle black. Havenât you been gone for like seven years, Bambi?â Lucifer snarked back, but while he was busy sassing, Charlie grabbed her fatherâs shoulders and rolled them back. Lucifer gasped sharply as his wings popped out, letting his daughter and Alastor see the damage.
âOh my God⊠Dad, how long have you left these?â Charlie murmured.
âQuite a while, it seems.â Alastor mused.
âCharlie⊠donât.â Lucifer pleaded. But Charlie shook her head.
âDad, I have to help you. Please?â
âI-It hurts, little apple. But youâre so busy already. I can⊠I can do it myself.â Lucifer said.
âClearly, you canât.â Alastor interrupted, but he silenced himself when Charlie shot Alastor quite the angry look.
âNot helping, Alastor. Dad, please let me help you.â Charlie implored.
Lucifer really wanted to say no. But his wings were hurting so much. He had no choice, so begrudgingly, he agreed. Charlie grabbed her fatherâs hand and guided him to the lobby, pushing Lucifer to lie down on the sofa and helping him roll his shoulders back to get at his wings, as the patrons of the hotel watched this take place.
Charlie plunged her hands into Luciferâs wings and began plucking the broken feathers. Lucifer sighed as she worked, allowing himself to relax a smidge. But then he began feeling it. As Charlieâs hands ghosted over his wings, the fluffy appendages began to tingle in a way that could only be⊠ticklish.
Lucifer pushed his head into his arms immediately, refusing to even look at anyone. And then Charlieâs hands ghosted into his shoulder blades and he gasped, tensing up even more as the tiniest giggle worked past his lips.
âDad?â Charlie asked. âAre you-?â she began to say, only for a deep chuckle from Angel. He fluffed his hair back and smirked.
âWell, Iâll be damned. Seems the King of Hell is ticklish~!â Angel teased, smirking widely at Lucifer, who looked like a deer caught in headlights. Well, he was not getting out of this one.
âFor once, Angel seems to say something that makes sense.â Alastor mused.
âI heard that!â Angel called, looking a bit put out.
âYou were meant to, my dear.â Alastor fired back. Now Vaggie chuckled, as she slowly approached Charlie, who still had her hands in Luciferâs neglected wings.
âI agree with Angel, and Alastor. Charlie, you can do the actual wing care. Iâll hold him, and everyone else can enjoy this kinda show. Sound fun, hon?â she asked, leaving no room for discussion as she sat on the sofa and got a good hold on Lucifer. No amount of wriggling could push the former Exorcist off of the King.
âA-All of you shut uhuhup!â Lucifer suddenly piped up, muffled giggles sinking into the plush red cushions of the sofa which he laid upon. Alastor chuckled, twirling his microphone.
âYou know, everyone. I believe the King needs to get his temperament in check. Quite unbecoming for a ruler. Angel, get his sides, Iâll get his hips.â
âYou got it, Smiles~â Angel cooed, before he grabbed Luciferâs sides and squeezed rapidly. Lucifer was thrown into snorting giggles immediately as he kicked his legs behind him, laying on his front still. Charlie had clearly gotten stronger then he remembered, and Vaggie had him in a tight grip too. Double whammy.
âAAH! A-AHAHAHANGEL!â Lucifer cried out, squirming. He was then thrown into cackles as Alastor joined the fray, compressing Luciferâs tender hipbones. âSTOP THAHAHAT AT ONCE!â Lucifer tried demanding.
âSorry, your Ticklishness~ oh, oops. I meant to say, Your Majesty.â Angel chuckled, pulling his hands away at once for a bit. Despite the playful mood, Lucifer was still the King, and he could probably snap his fingers and kill Angel in a damn heartbeat.
âWho knew the King of Hell was ticklish?â Vaggie chuckled, a soft smile on her face as she joined in the barrage of teasing, tickling under Luciferâs chin lightly. Charlie grinned, her hands still buried in Luciferâs wings as she took care of each one. Admittedly, slower than she would normally have done them, but it had been a good while since she had seen her father happy.
âCHAHAHAHARLIE!â Lucifer yelped, wiggling like a worm on the cushions, his wings flapping from her precise (and very fucking ticklish) touches. Most in the lobby were lost in laughter, whether that was Luciferâs tickle-induced giggles, or everyone else giggling along with Lucifer.
âI forgot how ticklish you were, Dad.â Charlie laughed. Alastor chuckled and approached now.
âNow, now. Your Royal Ticklish Majesty, donât be hiding your face. Let us see the laughter worthy of his Highness~â Alastor coaxed, using his voodoo tentacles to tickle Lucifer under the arms. A loud snort from the king immediately and his hands fell away from his face.
âHAHAHAHA! B-BEHEHEHELLHOP, CEASE THIHIHIS!â Lucifer squealed.
âBudge over, Smiles. I wanna see if I can make his wings flap~â Angel drawled, the spider demon moving. Alastor graciously fell back and allowed Angel access immediately. The gloves were off, quite literally, as Angel peeled off his gloves and shoved them into the kingâs wings, and Lucifer was thrown into cackles as he felt Angelâs spider fuzz right on his newly groomed top set of wings, while Charlie was working at the middle set now.
âT-TOO TIHIHICKLY, CHARLIE!â Lucifer shrieked, squirming for all he was worth. Charlie chuckled and allowed her father a quick break.
âI know, Dad. But you left your wings so long. I have to set everything back in order.â Charlie reasoned as she finished the middle set. Lucifer groaned through his giggles as he settled his very red face on the top of his arms.
âAlright, Dad. Just the lowermost set to do now. But I know youâre wiggly with those ones. Alastor, do me a favour and hold his wings still.â Charlie said. Alastor chuckled lowly, the lowest radio feedback noise coming from him.
âOf course, Princess.â Alastor said, placing his microphone safely out of the way as he reached forward and snagged Luciferâs wings, stretching out the lowermost set to allow Charlie to get at them. Vaggie adjusted her hold on Lucifer too, as Charlie dived in.
âAAH! SHIHIHIHIT!!!â Lucifer screeched, falling into hysterical laughter as he tried twisting as much as he could, his body trying to escape from the tickles, but ultimately getting nowhere due to both Vaggie and Alastorâs grips on him, and Charlie sitting upon his legs wasnât helping either.
âTickle tickle, Your Highness~â Vaggie teased, snickering. He sounded less terrifying when she saw him like this. Who knew her girlfriendâs father could be so⊠strangely adorable?
âSHUHUHUT UP!â Lucifer barked, cackling louder as Charlie gasped above him.
âHey! Donât you talk to my girlfriend like that, Dad!â she responded, vibrating her fingers into Luciferâs wings to be mean for a little. Lucifer wheezed loudly, falling into near-silent, open mouthed cackles.
âIâM SOHOHOHORRY! IâM SOHO SOHOHORRY!â Lucifer shrieked. âEHEHEHENOUGH, LIHITTLE AHAHAPPLE! ENOUGH, PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHANâT!â
The wing tickles ceased as a gentler hand replaced the ticklish touches, working quickly enough for Lucifer to not register the tickling. His wings were buzzing with sensitivity and the leftover giggles from Lucifer littered the room.
âSo damn cute.â Angel murmured, smirking lightly. Alastor gave a silent nod, in agreement to Angel as Charlie finally finished cleaning up her fatherâs wings after about what had to be a total of ten minutes and climbed off of him. But to Lucifer, it felt like hours as he was finally allowed to close his wings. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes, feeling tears within them.
âT-That was so badâŠâ Lucifer murmured, shivering from ticklishness briefly. His wings were finally taken care of, and they had regained their glossy sheen on every set.
âDad, please take care of your wings next time.â Charlie smiled, grinning at her fatherâs ticklish grin. He definitely looked like he had been tickled silly.
âIâd hate to see this happen again to you, Your Ticklishness~â Alastor said, in a tone that Lucifer could tell that Alastor wanted this to happen again very much.
âOnce I get my strehehength back, ahall of you are goddamned dehehead.â Lucifer responded, even as he ascended to a spare room in the hotel. âYou will be first, Bambi.â Lucifer muttered, as he all but fell into bed.
As sleep took him away to dreamland, Luciferâs grin never melted off of his face as his wings fluttered softly in his slumber. Deserved after all that very mean tickling, and even in his dreams, Lucifer couldnât recall the last time he had smiled so freely. Maybe he could tangle his wings on purpose next time, after he was done exacting some sweet revenge. And the bellhop would be first.
The End!
#hazbin tickles#hazbin hotel tickle#lee!lucifer#ler!charlie#ler!alastor#ler!vaggie#ler!angeldust#rosa writes fics#holy hell this took forever
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Rezmal, the Basics
Possibly the oddest of all the Out-Worlders, Rezmal are the 3rd sapient species "discovered" by Nijezdo and her people. The Rezmal are considered a mostly matriarchal species, with their women taking most leadership roles, as well as historical figures. As their women are considered stronger, larger, and more protective over what she considers "hers", it's not too surprising. This reverse biology seems to be the most common on Bonora (boh-noh-rah), with the females of almost every animal being larger and more protective (or just generally more aggressive) than the males.
Which may be due to the way that Rezmal and other animals on Bonora reproduce, which leads me to:
â This section under the cut is going to talk about reproduction and the life cycle of Rezmal. While extreme details are not mentioned: Reader discretion is advisedâ
TLDR: Rezmal are like seahorses, where the female Rezmal deposits her egg into the male. They are ovoviviparous (eggs stay in the mother, or in this case, father and hatch in the womb), and monogamous.
Major Biological Differences
Like Nijezdi (Humans Fae and Pixies) Rezmal women produce eggs and men produce sperm, however, the process of childbearing is... reversed. The females deposit eggs into the males the same way that Nijezdi males deposit sperm. I shall let you imaginations figure out the rest...
Rezmal children can be born at any time of the year, with Rezmal women having hormone cycles similar to that of Nijezdi, menopause and all, and Rezmal men only lose sperm count as the years go on.
Birth
When the child is conceived, the man will be pregnant for around 8 months before giving birth, and will (usually) be the main caretaker of the baby until they grow into full adults. With help of the mother, or course. The baby will have his or her first shed at around 5 months old, and will continue to shed every year for the rest of their lives.
Childhood
Rezmal children will usually be pretty chubby and short for most of their childhood. They are very active and playful, but need to take many breaks after burst of energy. This is because, unlike Humans, Rezmal are not known for endurance. They will spend most of their days underground in most countries to protect them from the outside, and some children won't even see the sun until a certain age. Though, this does change depending on culture and tech.
Teenager
A Rezmal is considered a teen around 14-19, not really reaching puberty until around that time. They can be identified by their very elongated body, and their large crest (for the boys) or big arms (for the girls). This is also when in some countries they're allowed above ground for the first time. Mood swings, teenage angst, and hormones are also very much a thing during this time, and something that every parent of teenagers can relate to, no matter the species.
Adulthood
24 is considered an adult in most Rezmal cultures, leaving adult to leave his or her home to make a name for themselves. Women will tend to go for jobs that require muscle (construction, maintenance, body guarding), are dangerous (oil rigs, deep sea welders), or leadership roles (politicians, business owners), while men would go for logistical lines of work (scientists, tacticians, accountants), or more care-giving work (teachers, nurses, housekeeping). While these are the most common for both sexes, and there was a time where it was considered scandalous for a man to be a leader or a woman to be a housekeeper, at this point in time it's far less looked down upon.
It's pretty common for a Rezmal to live by themselves for a time after moving out (depending on the economy, the person's money situation, and culture, of course), even leaving their home town completely in search for a new place to settle. Rezmal, on average, are a little more introverted than Nijezdi at least.
Romance and Child-rearing
The woman is usually the one to pursue the man in most Rez societies. Since she's the provider and the protector (from big threats) it's up to the man to determine whether she'd be a good match for him or not. Baring the obvious, like compatible morals and personality. If he finds her up to snuff, they'll go on to dating, and eventually marriage.
however there is a reason while only Rezmal men have claws and venom:
For a very large portion of their history, the men have often fought with each other, either by his own volition, or by the request of his wife, it is usually the men who spill blood and pump venom. Though surprisingly, it's pretty rare for a man to die during these, what they call, duels. Making it a very common way for countries to wage war by simply having the two warring leader's husbands duel it out. However, if that doesn't work... well, as the old saying goes "A man fights for honor, a woman fights for death of the other". When real war occurs, the death toll very commonly ending in the millions...
Leaving most women happy to have their men fight on their behalf, and find it quite appealing, and even romantic.
As a monogamous species, both the mother and the father care for their children. While the father tends to be more involved, the mother is very much an important part of a developing child's life. A typical Rez family usually only consists of a mother, a father, and their children, with family and friends helping out a little bit during rough years or if asked. While the Rezmal may be introverted, they still are a social species
#my art#salt and light#world building#worldbuilding#speculative fantasy#speculative biology#spec bio#fantasy#sci fi#sci fi fantasy#art#digital art#small artist#rezmal#alien#xenobiology#original species#art room#biology section#holy hell this took forever
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The Magnus Institute staff photos!
(individuals under the cut)
#holy fucking hell this took forever#grand total of 19hrs#the magnus archives#tma#elias bouchard#jonathan sims#tim stoker#sasha james#martin blackwood#melanie king#alice daisy tonner#basira hussain#tma elias#tma jon#tma tim#tma sasha#tma martin#tma melanie#tma daisy#tma basira#the magnus archives fanart#tma fanart#(literally insane) now what if I did gertrude and michael and gerry and rosie and
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YOU HAVE BEEN DESTROYED.
This was a fun little project Iâve recently done as a silly little interpretation for the final level of JSaB! Iâm actually pretty proud of it, despite the fact it most certainly does not relate to my personal JSaB AU at all. Still, was fun to do and experiment with. Below are photos of the process and how it looked in different stages of the project before being completed!
#jsab#jsab art#just shapes and beats#fanart#jsab annihilate#jsab cyan#sketch#Holy hell this took what felt like forever#It actually only took about two full days to complete but#Aaaaaaaaaa
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The poll âȘ»check it out if you want context for what's coming tomorrow :] âȘŒ The post
(Rangoâs chilling and cooking)
#guinea pig#south park#SP#spoc#south park background characters#South Park oc :]#my guniea pigs name is rango and the other is Hugo#THE LINKED POST TOOK ME FOREVER TO FIGURE OUT HOLY HELL DUDE!!!
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#FUCKING FINALLY#i know they're all custom printed shirts but HOLY SHIT that took forever#and it's shipping from INDIANA#-stares wistfully out the window- when will my aspect return from hell (blizzard)?#the gift of ruin
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say hi to the first ever ask of this spiraling hell hole /aff
spamton do you enjoy spinning in the microwave
#THE FIRST ASK1!!! HOLY MOLY!!! HE IS UGLY!!! GODDAMN. HE IS ACTUALLY SO VILE.... EUGH...#Saw someone rummaging around and reading all the previous asks (love the dedication + i saw some ones i needed to save so thanks)#but AUGHH ERHHEHGHHH OUGHH HE WAS SO SO SO UGLY WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING??? and it GOT WORSE?? Glad i came to my senses aha#these earlier ones arent the worst lol the worst are like the ones in the twenties#he went through a weird molting puberty stage before i got the hang of it thank god im over it#but I actually cannot look at older asks i have a physical repulsed reaction to them they make me cringe so hard for no reason#wish they didnt#whats with the bean shaped wayyy oversized glasses btw lmaooooo#a lot of these early ones were done in mspaint#as charming as they were they took forever and were a pain in the ass to do#it looks so much nicer now im rlly happy with how much ive improved#when they say get obsessed with a character to improve rapidly they ment it
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OH BABY!
pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader, young!naive!tribute reader
summary: finnick found you to be as cute as ever. but you arenât exactly the smartest in the room according to him. luckily, finnicks more than happy to help his sweet baby succeed, and he will not let you forget him.
warnings: AGE GAP (18 - 23) smut, FILTH THIS MAN IS DOWNBAD, possessive, corruption, pervy finnick, violent thoughts/intrusive, exhibitionist? degradation, oral (m & f), p in v, overstimulation, praise, mirror kink? spanking đ rough sex? tummy bulge, my first time writing smut be kind đ
word count: 5k - this is literally the longest fic ive written.
a/n: this is what happens at 6am and i canât sleep, thoughts are thunk -UPDATE HOLY CRAP THERE IS GONNA BE A NEW MOVIW AND BOOKKKSJSNABS
taglist: @coolchick333 @doublesideeye
âand the female tribute for district four, y/n l/n.â your eye involuntarily twitched at your name being called. the people around you, distanced themselves from you as a path was carved to your own hell.
as you walked to the platform you kept your head down. you were actually hopeful that youâd get through this reaping, your last and then never see the inside of the arena. but of course fate was against you. as you stood in front of the people you couldnât help the silent tears that fled down your face.
your mothers face was tired and drained, she had a feeling youâd get picked. mothers intuition? your father was pissed, his little girl, his sweetheart, being thrown into an arena to die? and worst of all, there wasnât anything he could do.
you felt alone, as if no one could help you. and as you said goodbye to the life you knew, you could only pray for safety, and a quick death.
as you were escorted to the train you fiddled with your sweater sleeves. pulling them down, rolling them up, just to focus your mind on something. it was chilly, most likely the air conditioning on the train and sometimes you had to hold down your skirt.
finnick couldnât take his eyes of you once he saw you on the train. you looked so tiny in the chair and he couldnât help but smile.
he practically had you all to himself.
ây/n?â your head shot up at your name being called and you were met with finnick odair in all his glory. âfinnick? finnick odair?â even calling his name you sounded so unsure, so he smiled and nodded.
âiâm your mentor, and i promise to try my best to get you to win.â he sat down in front of you, spreading his legs and you felt your face warm up. he found you adorable, with a cute white sweater and a short black skirt. you had your hair down with the front parts tied up with a bow. his own personal present.
your shy demeanour reminded him of your young age, but he couldnât find it in himself to care. you were looking everywhere but at him and he loved it.
âdo⊠do you think i can win?â god no. the tributes would eat you up alive, but heâd try his best. âi do.â with just two words of encouragement, you smiled at him for the first time.
finnick wanted you to smile at him forever.
âare you hungry?â the rumbling of your stomach answered his question, as you ducked your head in your hands in embarrassment.
he moved your hands aside, tilting your chin up, "it's okay to be hungry sweetheart, come on." he held his hand out for you and he laughed at your hesitance. "i don't bite, not unless you want me to.â the last part of his sentence came out hushed and you averted your eyesight from him.
there were so many foods laid out before you, and it wasnât as if you were poor, but god, it all looked nice. the eclairs took your attention away as you reached for one, your finger sweeping cream off the top before placing it in your mouth. it was sickeningly sugary but you had a sweet tooth, you retracted your finger with a pop! and you somehow didnât hear finnicks groan.
how on earth were you not realising how dirty it seemed? and it was there finnick realised how pure you were, âits so good,â you flashed him a toothy grin, âyou'll have some won't you finnick?" you offered it up to him with two hands and how could he resist? the two of you spent the rest of your time on the train eating and talking, finnick utilising his time to get to know you.
youâd spent a day getting settled and were now to get ready for your interview.
after being prepped and readied, you were shuffled into your dressing room where analise, damian and sarah awaited. a range of compliments were thrown your way.
âoh isnât she adorable?â
âi could pinch her cheeks forever!â
âyou are precious!â
they were so nice to you and you loved it, but you barely ever learned how to take compliments so you ended up just nodding your head. âshe is gorgeous,â you snapped your head up to the doorway and there stood your mentor, in all his glory. his compliment felt heavier than the rest, like he truly meant it, and you looked down at your hands as you fought off the blush threatening to rise on your cheeks.
in an hour youâd been through a whirlwind of makeup, dresses and jewels. orange, blue, black and all, you loved each one but for some reason after the four of them discussed youâd always be taken out of it.
it wasnât until you were placed in an off the shoulder, floor length, white dress that you remained in it. and as you looked in the mirror you couldnât help but stare. your hair was pinned up again, and small flowers were placed throughout. you felt like a princess and finnick agreed. you hadnât even noticed that your stylists were gone until you heard the door shut.
it was just you and finnick.
âyou look incredible.â finnick whispered, he was behind you now. his hand had a mind of its own as it placed a stray hair behind your ear. you turned your head his way, âreally?â your voice was so soft and doused in disbelief. if he wasnât next to you he wouldnât have heard you. his hand trailed along your neck as he placed your hair behind, he nodded. âi have something for you.â
he pulled out a small seashell, and your eyes lit up, âoh finnick.â you sighed as he placed it in your hands. âit reminded me of you, small, gorgeous.â you looked up at him with doe eyes and he felt like grabbing you and taking you away.
you were breathtaking and you looked at him as if he was god.
âthank you finn, do you mind maybe putting it in my hair?â he took the trinket and placed it above your ear, entangling in with your hair. your heels were on but untied so finnick got onto his knees before patting his knee. he grabbed the straps before tieing them. his fingertips worked quickly and his face was concentrated. he was done and he looked up at you before turning you to the mirror.
finnicks hands were on your shoulder as he leaned in to whisper, âall done, you look perfect sweetheart.â you turned before reaching up on your tiptoes, âthank you finnick!â you kissed him on his nose before turning back and finnick grinned, âarenât you cute?â he stood behind you, attached like a shadow. your skin felt soft underneath his fingertips and he couldnât help but wander. down your arms, to your waist, he could feel you tensing up underneath him and he could feel his face trying to fight off his smirk.
âfinnick?â you breathed out, âwhatâre you doing?â your voice was small, and unsure. âtell me to stop.â you should. you should tell him to stop. but all you could think about was finnicks hands and how good they felt.
âitâs time!â damian shouted out as you peeled away from finnick to open the door. damian was all too happy to see you as he clapped his hands together. âah, my special girl you are truly an angel.â finnick knew that. finnick has already said that. finnick had you in his arms and oh so close and this idiot took you away. his sweet girl.
finnick was wondering where his trident was so that he could impale him through the stomach.
âcome on y/n.â he ushered you out the door but you managed to slip another look at finnick and all you saw was pure rage.
the interview went well, in your eyes at least.
caesar was as upbeat as usual and it did mostly centre around your dress and looks but you felt you could try your best to use it to your advantage.
the audience was enamoured and you felt you did your best. âand y/n, tell us, whatâs your secret strategy for the games? any tricks up your sleeve?â you patted his knee before pointing at him jokingly, âwell caesar, it wouldnât be a secret if i divulged now would it?â everyone loved your answer and caesar doubled over, âarenât you cheeky! isnât our diamond here so playful? but a sweetheart nonetheless!â the crowd agreed loudly.
ânow, since you came out i think weâve all been wondering where that seashell came from. it doesnât exactly match the theme of your outfit.â you could hear the murmurs from the crowd agreeing with his words.
âam i right in suspecting a certain blonde mentor of yours?â you pursed your lips and a giggle began to form as caesar pumped his fist in the air, âi think we got it! can we expect the two of you together once you win?â youâd never even had a boyfriend and here you were being put together with the finnick odair, you were sure everyone could tell how giddy you were.
you felt as if you had a million eyes on you, your whole body was heating up as you buried your head in your hands. âah we caught her out! someoneâs got a crush! but then again itâs finnick odair so donât we all?â a bunch of cheers erupted as you beamed.
âwell it was a wonderful to meet you, truly! our diamond here, y/n l/n!â screams and shouts directed your way came in full force as you waved at caesar and blew kisses to all. as you walked back you bumped into someone.
ây/n right?â the boy from three, theo.
you nodded and stuck your hand out, ânice to meet you!â he looked down at your hand and back up at you before laughing, âvery formal, i like it. iâm theo, your dress is nice but i think the girl wearing it is breathtaking.â you giggled before tucking your hair behind your ear.
finnick stood with the other mentors and held himself back from shoving haymitch out the way to get him to stop rambling on. his grip on his glass was solid, so it wasnât a surprise when it shattered. âoh my!â effie yelled out as finnick apologised before someone came to clean it up. he stepped around the person before excusing himself to get to you.
you were laughing, hard. what in panem was so funny?
you were wiping tears away from your eyes as finnick joined the two of you, his hand on your back as theo nodded at him, âfinnick.â he hated him. why the hell did theo speak as if he knew him personally? his smug face was unbelievably irritating. âfinnick! howâd i do?â and the second you spoke he felt the anger dissipate, he adored the way you waited for his response as if it held all the answers.
âyou did well.â finnicks answer felt snippy and made you feel as if youâd done something wrong. âwe should get going.â he directed you away from the boy as you shouted out, âiâll see you around!â
the entire elevator ride was, to put it lightly, awkward. it left you feeling confined in what little space you and finnick had. âfinn? are you okay?â you placed your hand on his arm and stood in-front of him. you were hoping heâd explain what was wrong but what you didnât expect was to be pushed against the side of the elevator and finnick kissing you. his hand was on your waist again and he shuffled your dress up, slithering underneath.
you moaned in his mouth, his hands playing and gripping at your ass. in reaction, your fingers thread through his hair and your grip tightened, âfinn- not here.â the elevator was glass and you were scared of people seeing. finnick found it hard to care, drunk off your perfume. in a panic, you pulled away from him, your hands cradling his face to make him listen. âiâve⊠never,â the whisper hung over the both of you, the tension in the air thick and hot.
instead of being met with judgment, he murmured, âiâll make it good for you, i promise.â finnick had finally gotten a taste, and he could only crave more. his lips met your neck, his warm tongue painting wet desire into your skin. it was almost too much for little old you, letting out quiet whimpers as he explored you. his sleeves were rolled and you needed to ground yourself, your nails dug into his veiny arms. âfinn-â you protested but he could tell you didnât want to. just a little longer and he could get you to give in. âjust let me feel you.â
the elevator stopping brought the two of you back as you fixed your dress and finnick fixed his own hair, running his hands through it. he directed you out of the elevator and nodded in acknowledgment to the people entering. as you walked onto your floor you were met with servants, stylists and others. it seems damian and analise had taken it upon themselves to invite some friends and you were eager to meet them.
whereas finnick wanted to rip your dress off and take you till the morning.
the same dainty hands which were running all over him were shaking others and waving as you all sat down to eat. as everyone feasted away you couldnât help but play with your own meal. you were flushed and all you wanted was to kiss finnick again. he was sitting next to you and wasnât hungry for food, he wanted to eat something else.
your dress didnât hide much of your chest and when you reclined in your seat, crossing your arms and pushing up your breasts?
finnick needed to see more.
the clattering of his fork on the floor drew the attention of some, but they went back to their conversations and bets. âiâll get it for you.â you pushed back your seat and got down to your knees, flicking up the tables sheet and searched around for it before hitting cold metal. you reached your hand out with the fork to finnick. his cock was throbbing at the image of you on the floor, chest on display and a sweet smile on your face. he bent down and grinned, âyou look good on your knees sweetheart.â
his words went straight down between your legs and your mouth fell open at his words.
such vulgar words from such a beautiful man.
his hand came down to close your jaw. you felt, weird. as you sat back on your chair you felt warm? but a good warm? it was tantalising. you wondered if it was normal.
finnick would tell you right?
âfinnick.â his head turned your way, âwhat is it y/n?â you leaned closer and so did he, your hands cupped around his ear, âi feel weird.â his eyebrows shot up as a sign of interest, âoh? whatâs wrong honey? where do you feel weird?â you gulped, your throat felt dry and for some reason it felt dirty to talk about.
your eyes drifted downwards and as you looked up finnicks eyes seemed darker. âhere?â his touch was soft on your thigh underneath the table as you gasped.
âeverything all right dear?â sarah questioned as you nodded. it felt so good, his touch. but it wasnât exactly where needed, his hand trailed closer and higher, until it was gone. your head snapped up at him as he smirked at you, mocking you.
for the rest of the night he didnât even pay attention to you. and you had no clue why.
you couldnât sleep after the day you had and all your mind was thinking of was finnick. finnicks hands, his arms, his mouth, his words.
âi donât bite, unless you want me to.â
âyes, here.â
âiâll make it so good for you.â
âjust let me feel you.â
âyou look good on your knees sweetheart.â
your room was too quiet, making it unchallenging for your thoughts to run wild at the anticipation of finnick odair. you couldnât bear it, so you left to the busiest room you could think of.
your leg was shaking up and down and your mind was pacing whilst your body couldnât. the butterflies were practically knocking around in your stomach and you hoped perhaps finnick could help. heâd help you right? but he didnât before. maybe he was just tired? you were so desperate for help and answers that youâd forgone knocking and walked right in.
only to be met with an extremely wet finnick odair.
by your luck your eyes were probably poking out of your head at the sight of him, you couldnât help but stare. it was your first time being in the same room as a man so, naked? for the lack of a better word, he still had a very short towel wrapped around his bottom half. was it small? or did he make it look small?
âsee something you like sweetie?â god his voice was so saccharine, how the hell did his voice work you up? âi- i wanted to t-talk.â and you were stuttering, great! he walked closer to you and you stepped back, all the way into his wall. âyeah? does my pretty girl wanna talk?â you nodded along dumbly as your breath quickened. âwords sweetie, use your words.â you swallowed, âyes.â
his thumb caressed your cheek before brushing along your lips, âyou sure you just want to talk?â and there they were, the butterflies. you shook your head, âno? what do you want?â you played with your night dress, âyou?â it was a soft murmur and finnick wanted you to beg. heâd been pining after you since the second he saw you, itâs only fair right?
âwhere do you want me?â his words were hot in your ear, his body was wet and your white night dress was suddenly see through. his hand rested on your ass, âhere?â you shook your head, âno?â his thumb brushed over your nipple as your nails pressed into his neck, pulling him into yours. your breath was heavy and he was unrelenting.
his hand moved from your ass to cup your front as you gasped, âhere?â you nodding along dumbly, âplease finnick, iâve been wanting you for the whole day, iâll be good for you i promise.â your words were music to his ears, âyeah? youâre gonna be good fâme?â
âyes, yes, yes.â you whined as you wrapped your arms around his neck. standing on your tiptoes as you bit your lip. âyou gonna let me use you yeah? do whatever i want?â you were practically jumping up and down at this point, your tits with you. your straps were pushed down as your dress fell down to the floor. his cock was throbbing at the sight of you, heâd been waiting for this.
âthen on your knees honey.â you were quick to obey as he pushed you down to the cold floor, his towel quickly ripped off, courtesy of you.
it was your first time doing anything sexual so any cock was bound to be big in your eyes. finnick loved the sight of you on your knees, innocent as ever. fully nude, hands slotted nicely between your thighs. he wanted to ruin you. he ran his hand along his dick, pumping it before resting the tip on your lips.
as if you were on auto-control, your lips parted to let him through. a salty taste flooded through your mouth as he cooed down at you.
âyouâre doing so well for me.â
âpretty baby on her knees, who knew youâd be such a slut?â
your eyes flickered up at him as you moved your head forwards on your own accord. âfuck.â he groaned as you replaced his hands with yours.
he wanted to go easy on you.
but kitten licks at the tip and soft kisses werenât doing it for him. you opened your mouth again, gaining confidence and feeding off of finnicks praises. his large hand placed on the back of your head, fingers spread out as he thrusted down your throat.
the sounds that filled his room were lewd. squelches and groans as you tried your best to keep going. your cheeks hollowed out as finnick guided you, ârelax your throat, try breathe through your nose. if itâs too much just tap my thigh sweetie.â
you retracted, catching your breath as you gazed up at him whilst simultaneously blinking away the tears in your eyes but a few fell free. he couldnât help but moan. your messy mouth mixed with your saliva and his pre-cum. âyou think theoâs this big? you think he could make you choke on his dick?â you shook your head immediately.
his member felt cold without the warmth of your mouth, but he was feeling nice so he let you take a break. âtoo big for you sweetie?â you shook your head furiously, ânaw is my baby tough?â you giggled as you wrapped your lips around him again, your tongue flat against the underside of his dick as he eased himself in. âah- fuck.â
but he can only hold out for so long as he began to fasten his pace, chasing his high. your fingers dug into his thighs right under his ass, for some reason you seemed to have something to prove as you took him all the way. your moans egged him on as his hips thrust forwards, âso good fâme, my s-sweet girl.â his praises fueled you on as your nose met his naval. salty tears fell down your cheeks and finnick was in his right mind to lick them all up.
god you were better than heâd imagined. and trust him, heâd imagined a lot.
âswallow for me yeah? be a good girl and open wide.â thick cum coated your tongue as you gladly accepted. finnick proudly gazed upon your painted face. watery eyes, sticky face. all for him. you gulped it down before wiping off the remaining waste on your face, eyeing finnick up before licking it off your fingers.
âwhat happened to the diamond? only a whore for me right?â your fingers were wet as you pulled them out. âuh-huh.â your agreed as he pulled you up. âdo you even know what that means?â he teased as you puckered your lips before shaking your head. âthought so, you wanna be good for me?â you nodded, âon the bed baby.â
you sat down on the bed as you waited for finnick to join you. he situated himself between your legs, running his hands along them. âlean back for me. you took me so well, you want me to make you feel good too?â your eyes widened at the idea, âyes please finn.â his hands reached up and rested under your breasts, âi donât know if youâve earned it honey.â your lips twisted into a slight frown, your waterline glazing over.
âi was! i did what you asked finn, please.â
he palmed your breast, massaging it softly as you threw your head back, âplease. please keep going.â your begging was more than enough for him, his baby asked so nicely no?
âyeah? you like me playing with you?â incoherent babbles fell from your lips as finnicks mouth kissed your breast. his hand trailed down to feel you, and he was met with warm wetness. the moan you let out was ungodly, âfinnick please! oh god it feels so- so good.â he couldnât help admire you, eyes screwed shut, hands clutching the pristine white sheets.
âoh baby, can you be quiet for me? quiet for finn?â a string of âuh-huhsâ came from your mouth as finnick slid a finger into you, a tight fit. âoh my god!â you yelped before slamming your hand over your mouth. he was knuckle deep as he worked his finger in before curling it, then another, then another. his free hand was pushing your hips down into the mattress as your hips lifted upwards with every move he made.
âfinnick, finnick. you feel so good.â you cried out as he retracted his fingers before curling them upwards. he knew exactly what to do, where to be, what to say. his name fell from your lips like a prayer and your nails raked down his back as he grunted.
now, finnicks fingers were one thing, but his mouth?
his tongue pressed against your clit and you swear you saw god, finnick was probably the god. his tongue flicked over your clit as his fingers entered your cunt again, the pressure in your stomach was building so high you were afraid of the fall.
a wave of pleasure fell over you as finnick talked you through it, âthatâs it baby, let go.â he hovered over you as his fingers worked your cunt. your nails had bloodied his back, scratched raw. as you moved your fingers finnick hissed into your ear. âmâ sorry, mâ so so sorry.â your head was spinning and you wanted to rest, but apparently finnick had other ideas as he lowered himself to your core. your mind was hazy as your hand clutched the pillow your head laid on, the other twisted in his hair.
âwhatâre you doing?â finnicks green eyes pierced through you as he raised his head from in between your thighs. featherlight kisses trailed upwards to your pussy as your thighs twitched and closed around his head, still sensitive as ever. âjust want a taste, clean you up.â he mumbled as he tongue breached your entrance and you were back where you were before.
this man was driven youd give him that.
âfinn sâ too much, please.â your words were slurred as he delved inside. he couldnât find it in himself to let up, you were so sweet, he just wanted a taste. so he kept going, his tongue, his hands, his words. if there was one thing you knew about finnick it was that he could talk anyone into anything. so you found yourself squirming underneath his strong arms, forearm pinning you down to the bed as he made your back arch and your toes curl.
âsweet baby, so sweet.â all attempts of getting away, only caused him to get annoyed with you, canât you just lay down and let him ruin you? at this point it was for his pleasure rather than yours. your thighs were practically squeezing his head and neck but he kept going. you didnât know where to put your hands, pulling his hair was no good. your hand somehow ended up on your clit, moving in a circular motion as the other palmed your breast.
each time he made you come you rested your head, energy depleted. but again he ended up between your legs and pathetic pleas from you did nothing to make him stop.
âwanna make you feel good.â
âjust one more, you can take it sweetheart.â
when your fourth rolled around you were so far gone. âpretty baby, not a single thought up there huh?â you couldnât even bring yourself to respond, and he didnât expect you to. he brushed away the stray hairs from your face and kissed you passionately. âyou did so well fâme honey. made me proud, you got one more in you for me?â it wasnât a question, his dick was painfully hard and he only knew of one solution.
you tiredly shook your head, âno more finny.â he grinned, âno? you donât want my cock?â your breath hitched at his words and you knew you were fucked. âmhm. want it.â you were reduced to one to two words in a sentence.
âyeah you do. on your knees baby.â you tiredly rolled over, situating yourself on your knees and the palms of your hands as finnick kneaded your ass. his hands grazed over the skin before-
smack!
âthink you should be able to see yourself baby.â his hand yanked at your hair as you found your reflection glaring back at you. âso pretty, arenât you?â finnick knew you were horrible at accepting compliments and he was more than happy to use it against you.
smack!
youâd taken too long to answer, but based on finnicks smug expression you could tell he was hoping for it. âyou have to answer baby.â finnicks arm came across your waist, pulling you up, flush with his chest as his hands pawed at your chest.
âyou wanna be my baby yeah?â you could only manage moans and finnick was not happy. he threw you forwards as you caught yourself with your hands infront of you.
smack!
âfucked you so good you canât even talk.â he taunted you as he dragged his cock in between your drenched folds. finnicks groans were deep, and so hot. âyou know how long i wanted to fuck you baby? in that short skirt on the train? when you licked up that cream? my girls dirty huh?â you didnât respond and it only fuelled his fire, heâd wanted you for so long and now you had the audacity to ignore him?
he thrusted into you without warning and you screamed out. âwant to act like a slut? iâll treat you like one. fuck!â your walls were squeezing down on him, sucking him in and he was more than happy to oblige. his hips snapped against your ass as you gripped onto the sheets for dear life. his grip on your hips bruised, leaving a fiery impression in their wake. finnick had stamina for days, he was strong and built. you were small and fragile, finnick was glad to be the one to break you in.
he pulled you up to him again as he kissed you frantically, capturing your bottom lip in between his teeth. he was relentless in his pursuit for his high, he marked up any place he could as he continued to drive into you with determination.
âbet you dreamed of this, of me.â his hand gripped your throat, his eyes bore into your own, finnick was inescapable. every touch, every thrust, all him. you were enveloped in his being and he worshipped yours. finnick continued to pound into you harshly, cock gliding easily against your inner walls. he was deep inside but he wanted to be deeper. âyes! yes! harder!â you cried out.
his hand pressed down onto your stomach, âfeel that?â his breath was prominent by your ear, âoh god!â you exclaimed, it felt as if you were filled to the brim as he bottomed out in you. thick, hot cum released into you as his and your moans were raising in pitch and his hips began to stutter.
the room was filled with the sound of slapping skin, the promise of silence forgotten. âlet go baby, youâre close. let go.â the two of you had eachother and it was more than enough. his groans were deep and animalistic as he spilled himself inside you. your hand reached behind you to caress his neck. thank yous spilled out from you, your whole being was ignited, you never knew you could feel so good.
the two of you lied together, entangled in sheets and a mess of limbs. you couldnât tell where finnick odair began and y/n l/n started. all you knew was that he was yours, and you were his.
youâd fallen asleep a bit ago, your chest rising and falling steadily. finnicks arm curled around you as you rested on his chest. from the moonlight spilling into his room he could view the bruises tattering your smooth skin. as he traced over them he couldnât help but grin, he could imagine you limping in the arena.
you sure as hell werenât forgetting him anytime soon.
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Rush Week
You develop a special sort of bond with a guy when you've swapped bodies and you're touching each other's dick. It's the justification that Sigma Epsilon Chi gave for their partnership with Cuerpo Inc. during rush week, and I had to admit it makes sense. More to the point, Sig-Ep is THE frat to be in, so I knew I was going to do whatever it took to become a member, hazing be damned.
My face has never been much to look at-- my ears have always been huge, my hair is hopelessly curly, and I think my features are more rugged than handsome. I certainly don't have legacy money or family connections. I pledged with the hope that my muscles or my vibes would get me a ticket in, and I was so relieved to get that offer letter.
They said the house would swap bodies at random for the weekend, but I know that the machinery they use allows you to specify certain swaps and randomize others. I was convinced one of the upperclassmen will be taking my body while I ended up in some twig body for maximum embarrassment... and I wasn't wrong.
Henry is... he's a good guy, honestly. His parents are loaded and he can eat damn near anything and it doesn't affect his figure. I've never been fashion forward, so having access to his closet has been wild. The guy actually owns a sewing machine! He's also one of those guys who is never seen without product in his hair-- he actually left me instructions on how to take care of it. I can only imagine what he's gonna do in my low maintenance body-- all I own are tank tops and gym shirts. I'm half-expecting to come back to a new wardrobe and a manicure. But holy hell, the dude is thin and lanky in ways I didn't think was possible. I hope he enjoys having some actual meat on his bones.
The biggest thing is that Henry is gay. Which, you know, that's totally cool by me! More chicks for the rest of us. But once I was put into his body, seeing all of my fellow bros roaming around shirtless and feeling up their new muscles... I don't know how Henry can wear these skinny jeans all the time. I was rock-hard within minutes and it physically hurt to have my new eight inches constrained by denim. I almost feel guilty, giving him the shorter end of the stick.
I'm pretty sure Henry is an insatiable bottom, so all of that size seems wasted but... what can you do? Anyway, we're allowed to hook up this weekend as long as we use condoms and... when else am I gonna have this opportunity, you know? If I don't take this chance, I'm gonna be consumed by the 'what if's forever. Also the part where I'm horny as fuck in his body.
Lucky for me, whoever ended up in Joey's body was giving me the side-eye the whole time we were at the opening mixer, so I don't think it will take much effort to get my dick wet. His body has the type of smooth skin I've always envied, and I'm honestly jealous at how handsome his face looks. He's got a dirty blonde dye job that plays into his charm, and his muscles are... well, they might be bigger than mine. My real muscles, anyway.
"You wanna head upstairs to my room?" Joey asked, grabbing my bulge in his hand. He flashed a dazzling grin, and I could feel myself swooning from the confidence. God, I wanted him so bad. But Joey was just a Sophomore, which meant he still had one of the smaller bedrooms.
"My room," I said, shaking my head. A thought crossed my mind, and once again I figured I may as well follow the impulse. I threw my arms around Joey's neck and jumped into his arms. He stumbled a bit, but pretty soon his arms were hooked underneath my body to support my weight. So many of my friends back home did that all the time, and now I understood why they found it addicting. I leaned in close enough for him to feel the heat of my breath as I whispered into his ear, "I want you inside me."
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"I really needed that," I said, putting some clothes back on after the most intense session of my life. "Can't say that I had ever imagined getting fucked by a man before, but, uhh... I enjoyed it, it was good. Hopefully that was good for you, too?" I could feel myself starting to blush. "I've never been a gay man before, but I think I got the hang of it there at the end."
"Bro, you were great, don't even worry about it," Joey said, resting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "But, uhh... what do you mean, you've never been a gay man before?"
I paused, trying to figure out whether or not he was messing with me. "I mean... I'm in Henry's body right now? It's me, Matty. I'm not actually gay. But, you know... when in Rome."
He just laughed at me. "Bro, that's not how it works. Attraction is all in the brain. Like... yeah, the real Henry is out and proud, but you being in his body doesn't make you gay. If you were into that, you've always been into dudes. You were just too afraid to admit it."
His face was all smiles, but his words felt like a punch to the gut. "Wait, but... I can't be gay, I've had girlfriends, I..." I tried to come up with some sort of defense, but nothing came to mind. I thought I was caught up in what other guys looked like because I was jealous. Was that just some warped form of attraction? "Are you sure the swap works like that?"
Joey wrapped me in a warm hug. "I'm sure. Sorry, bro. Didn't mean to give you a existential crisis. I thought you knew. You may not be gay, if it helps? You might be, like... Bi or Pan instead. And no one's gonna make you pick a label right away. Take your time, see what feels right."
He had a point. Being attracted to dudes wasn't limited to just gay men. And anyway, it's not like being gay would be a bad thing. I just... I didn't think it was me. "Hey, thanks bro," I said, hugging him back. "And... sorry if I sounded insulting. There's nothing wrong with being gay, I just didn't think... well, I'll definitely have to figure out my, uhh... my truth, I guess."
I started lowering my hands back down to his ass, and pretty soon we were making out again. "Hey, are you sure this is what you want?" Joey asked, pausing as I started to strip again. "Feels like you're moving fast, and I want to make sure you're not, like... pressured or whatever."
"Yeah, I'm sure," I replied, smiling at him. "You're the one who told me to see what feels right. That was my first time having sex with a dude, and it felt pretty good. So I think I'm gonna have sex with a guy for a second time. See what happens."
He smiled back, and I could feel myself melt. I don't know who's in Joey's body right now, but I hope it's someone hot. There's no way we aren't hooking up once we swap back.
#male body swap#gay body swap#after the swap#queer romance#rush week#pledge day#identity search#jock to twink
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The Spaniard's Wife (Carlos Sainz x wife!reader)
Inspired by @charles-eclair16 's fic
Carlos Sainz had a secret for the past 9 years, but when he forgot to take off the one thing that can reveal everything, everyone has questions
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in which Carlos let's everyone know that the rumors, in fact, are true
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N.B: didn't turn out how I wanted but I've been rewriting it multiple times and I think this is the best option, hope you like it...WARNINGS: swear words a lot, not proof read, spelling mistakes and really bad photoshop tbh, if I missed anything please let me know!
Faceclaim: Emeraude Toubia
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Carlossainz55: my wife and I have been friends for 20 years, we have been lovers for 13 of those years, engaged for 2 and married for 9. I have never been sure of much, but I am sure that I love her with my entire heart, I will always love her. I have known yn since before I could even dream of being an f1 driver, what happened in that one interview was disrespectful and just disgusting. No one has any right to speak any ill word of my wife, you don't know her and you never will, as long as she doesn't want you to. I will do everything for her, for her happiness, her comfort and for her ease of mind.
landonorris: tell yn I miss her!
Carlossainz55: leave her alone
landonorris: I'll tell her that you're rude to me
Carlossainz55: she's my wife!
landonorris: yeah yeah, you never let us forget it
username: yn been here since day 0 apparently, can't fight her now
username: YES!! CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS!
username: I want dts to make a reincarnation of their love story
username: we need a spinoff
username: yes! It'd be so cute
username: I can't imagine 16 year old carlos realising he is in love with his friend
username: she is every man's wet dream
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username: she looks so pretty wtf
username: she's looks like a doll
username: wish i looked like that at 20 years old
username: her dress is phenomenal
username: this screams money
username: 2 different cars for a wedding
username: the third slide, holy shit
username: I wouldn't be surprised if the last 2 pictures are carlos' or her house, like holy fuck
username: both scream rich
username: mum used to say rich people look it and I never gave it much thought until I saw carlos sainz and now his wife
username: did y'all see the picture that one twitter user took? Their outfits looked so fucking good
username: YES! I SAW IT! I could never afford a thread on either outfit!
username: did you guys see her hair! It looks so thick and healthy
username: fr!
username: I want a wedding like that!
username: I want a husband like that!
username: I want a wife like that!
username: I love how he is not in one single picture đđ
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Carlossainz55: 10 years since i was able to call you wife, and I will never get tired of letting everyone know that. I am in love with you, forever and always.
Charles_leclerc: simp
Carlossainz55: I don't know what that means
landonorris: ikr, it's laughable man @.Charles_leclerc
Charles_leclerc: don't pretend like you're not the same with your girl @.landonorris
username: damn charles really coming for everyone's neck today
username: bet charles is the biggest simp of them
username: he really making us feel lonely as hell huh
username: 10 fucking years, Holy shit!
username: no cause if I had yn by my side I too would be in fucking love
username: don't embarrass yourself, everyone knows you're in love without her by your side
username: I didn't ask to be attacked like that wtf
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 social media au#f1 instagram au#f1 smau#f1#carlos sainz social media au#carlos sainz smau#carlos sainz instagram edit#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz twitter au#carlos sainz x yn#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x female reader#carlos sainz x y/n#carlos sainz#carlos sainz wife#carlos sainz x wife! reader#carlos sainz jr
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Chapter 15: Ride or Die
Holy hell this took forever. Too burnt out for authors notes. Hope you all enjoy! Likes and shares are always appreciated and comments make my whole week! Happy Birthday to me for finally finishing this.
I'm gonna go touch grass now.
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Uncharted territory
Danny made sure that he had everything. His costume of Nathan Drake from Uncharted was amazing for this year's Comic Con. He was inspired after he saw his bully dressed as him for Halloween. He needed to be better, but unfortunately he didn't have the muscles to show off. So he went for the shirt.
The bully looked so good. Danny even saved the photo from his instagram and jerked off to it, imagining that he would go to Comic Con as him. He would definitely get a LOT of attention.
He was about to head out to wait for his friend Martin to pick him up. But before leaving he decided to fully use his costume and play one last quick game of Uncharted before leaving.
Danny turned on the play station, excited to start his immersive experience.
The game launched and Danny clicked continue. But something was different. His controller was vibrating and overheating. Something was wrong. Danny felt a force pulling him into the game. He wanted to let go of the controller, but it was too late.
He opened his eyes. Gone was his nerdy room with comic books and a computer set. He looked around to see the jungle surrounding him. He looked down. His Nathan Drake outfit now fit way better then before. But his hands were entirely different. They were strong, veiny and hairy, not like his teen body. His shirt was strechted over his bulking pecs and the buttons of his shirt did a really bad job of covering his hairy torso.
"Oh no" he said out loud noticing the sudden voice change. He put his hand up to his throat to feel the protruding adam's apple. His hand continued and felt the stubble on his face.
"No fucking way" he tried to search for something that would show him his reflection, but the only thing he found was his knife. He pulled it out to take a look at his new face.
"Holy shit. I'm Nathan Drake! No way!" his manly voice was so erotic.
He turned around and grinned.
"I am Nathan Drake. And I am in my own game of Uncharted, with fictional characters and no one who could judge me." his grin was now even more apparent. He immediately ripped off his clothing he had on.
His body was sweaty from the humidity of the jungle, but also from the thrill Danny was now experiencing. He took a whiff of his new armpits. "Ooooh. That smells so... manly!" his hands traced the hairy line of his chest over to his abs. "These are amazing"
He came back to try out his nipples. They were really sensitive. He played with them for a while.
And the jawline! Danny would kill to look like this forever.
Everything was different. No more skinny arms, no more hairless body, no more struggles to grow a beard. No more...
He froze in place. There was one thing he definitely needed to check out
His hand made its way aggresively into his pants. There it was. A beautiful thick meat. Danny felt the weight of it. It was perfect. He never even hoped to be such a stud.
He was ready to enjoy his body fully, but something happened. He started moving through the jungle. His shirt appeared back on his body. His body was moving as if something else was controlling it. There was a background music, which was more and more intense every second. The mission started. He had to fight for his life. But Danny felt as if he had no control of it. And the thing that controlled him did so many stupid mistakes. And then it happened. He died. Danny felt the pain in his body. Overwhelming and liberating at the same time. He closed his eyes.
Danny was forced to open them again. The mission restarted. "What the hell?" someone was playing the game. And Danny was now trapped as Nathan in the game.
The first death was one of MANY. Danny stopped counting after he reached number 28. He just prayed for it to end soon.
Meanwhile, in front of his Playstation sat his body, playing the Uncharted, grinning.
"I'll teach you how to play the game. I'll show you what it's like to die over and over again!"
Nathan was making sure to let Danny Die in his body as many times as possible.
His phone was vibrating.
"Hey. Yeah I'm ready. I'll just close the game and will meet you downstairs." Nathan tried the best impression of Danny to not raise any suspiciouns.
Nathan grinned mischievously.
He ran to the car.
Martin:"What took you so long?"
Nathan:"I had to fix settings in my game. It was too easy."
Martin:"Ok. You ready for comic con?"
Nathan:"Yes, sir"
Danny's struggles unfortunately did not end, because Nathan made sure to leave the game on and not only that. Nathan somehow messed with the settings and the story. Nathan's enemy - Atoq Navarro was now present after every death Danny went through.
What was horrible wasn't his presence, but the fact that he was 3 times bigger and his only goal was to fill Nathan's body with his cum. EVERYTHING was 3 times bigger and Atoq needed Nathan filled up.
Danny:"I hope they come back from Comic Con soon. I'm not sure how many fillings I can take." but Danny knew that he was now a character in the game. There were no limits for his pleasant suffering.
Anonymous request from Inbox
What about a swap between a cosplayer and the character in game? Like someone cosplaying as Nathan drake from Uncharted getting swapped with the ingame character while the ingame character gets put in the real world to play the video game?
#body swapping#body swap#body switch#male transformation#Game swap#Game transformation#Uncharted fanfiction#Nathan drake#Soul swap
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Hi!! :)
Congrats for your 1k hon! You deserve itđ«¶đ»
And for the celebration post I wanted to say Mattheo and 3 <3
hey there and thanks, babe!! i appreciate it <3 thanks for sending a request as well. yours turned out really cute! i will forever hold onto the hc that mattyâs allergic to flowers. your aesthetic isâŠ
â bloomcore
(based on the theme of flowers, gardens, gardening, and nature)
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"âŠand this is our garden."
mattheoâs breath hitched when he saw the sheer expanse of the garden of your family home. it literally hitched â it was spring, and pollen was everywhere in the air, making his airways clog almost immediately. he swallowed, trying his hardest to will his allergies away, but unfortunately, it didnât work like that.
"how⊠very nice, baby," he muttered after realizing that heâd been staring ahead like a dumbass for a solid minute.
to his relief, you seemed to take his state for being in awe instead of dread. however, then you gestured for him to follow you, which made him pray to everything that is holy to help him stay alive during the next⊠minutes? hours? it wouldnât be that long, right? it was just a garden.
"âŠand this is where my mom keeps the daisies."
you glanced back at mattheo, your eyes gleaming with excitement â showing your boyfriend the pride and glory of your family estate had been a wish of yours for a while now. mattheo gave you a strained smile that reached his eyes, making it believable â but it only did so because his eyes were itching like hell. when you turned around and continued walking along the cobbled path of the garden, he discreetly rubbed his eyes, even though he knew he shouldnât. great. now he looked high as fuck.
"babe, come here!"
mattheoâs head snapped to the side when she heard your voice coming from behind the nearest bushes. gathering the last bits of self-control, he walked around them, met by your shiny eyes. he really, really loved seeing you happy, which was why he agreed to this little tour â he just had to be the tough guy and take it. wasnât the first time (although never quite in this type of a situation).
he started to really doubt his own âtough guyâ abilities when you shoved a flower right into his face, grinning widely at his dumbfounded expression that you took for simple surprise. "smell this! divine, right?"
"absolutelyâŠ" he muttered, feeling his eye twitch. he tried not to breathe but to appear like he was, which proved to be a practically impossible task. thankfully, you quickly took the flower away, your attention already focused on something else, which gave him an opportunity to blink and wipe away the tears that started streaming down his cheeks.
"âŠthis is where the garden endsâŠ"
a sigh of relief.
"âŠand the greenhouses begin!"
no. no, no, no, no, no.
"listen, babygirl⊠i have to tell you something, but please, promise not to laugh."
playlist
â„ summer wine by lana del rey
â„ delicate but taylor swift
℠lové by emma peters
â„ heartbreak weather by niall horan
â„ fall in love by damien lauretta
#â witchâs works âŸ#â 1k celebration âŸ#mattheo riddle#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle x you#mattheo riddle x y/n#mattheo riddle fanfiction#mattheo riddle fluff#slytherin boys#slytherin boys fanfiction
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Hello Hello! I hope you're doing good!
Since requests are open, what about Dogday getting saved by a teenager whoâs desensitized to the horrors of the factory? Like of course, theyâre perturbed, but aside from initially seeing Dogday(because holy shit), the biggest reaction theyâll give is a cringe and a âeughâ or some other tame exclamation of âthatâs fucked up.â Essentially just Dogday interacting with a kid whoâs weirdly chill with the circumstances and tries to be silly sometimes to lighten the mood (theyâre not good at being serious).
Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!!
Weird Kid
Request? [ yes ] [no] Notes|| Thank you for the request!! Good day/night as well, hope you enjoy xo Synopsis|| You were a child in a orphanage after you were detained from Playtime.co when you get a cryptic letter. You meet dogday who is a little more than surprised to see another kid after so long Warnings||SFW-âĄ,PLATONIC-â, crack?? ASKS-â° Word Count||381
It was already weird enough when you got a letter in the mail saying "Everyone thinks the staff dissapeared 10 years ago, Wer'e still here FIND THE FLOWER"
They couldn't even spell "disappeared" correctly..
Needless to say you were suspicious but you couldn't help yourself but to go
But no matter what horrors you discovered and monsters you fought, you forced yourself to carry on deeper and deeper
What can i say? Your child brain yearned for the mines
And boy..did you go deep...
After it took you ages to get power back to the playhouse you stumbled into the play structure and saw him
DogDay
He was chained by his wrists and spilt down his middle with only a belt keeping his innards well, In
He looked up, his eyes near lifeless until he looked at you
"You...you're Poppy's angel!..come to save us.."
"Shit,..what the hell happened to you?"
"Language angel!"
DogDay was still getting over the shock of someone finding him after so many years, much less a scrawny little 16 y/o
His eyes widen in surprise as you pick him up and strap him to your back with the belts the use to hold him by his wrists
"Are you sure I'm not to heavy angel? You should just leave me angel, I'm a lost cause."
"Eh you're only a little heavy but I've been through worse in this hellhole. Besides, no way in hell i would leave you behind. You're the first friend i made that didn't try to kill me right away"
You joke with him trying to lighten up the mood as you smile in what feel like forever
Hes totally weirded out by how calm you are staying with the situation you're in but he can't complain. I mean he activly had his legs cut off and was hung by some chains for god knows how many years.
He totally expected you to by scream and crying from being traumatized from seeing him in his current state but now he is from how calm you are
DEFINITELY weirded out by how calm and nonchalantly you are sewing on a new pair of legs to him
But its a bit comforting to have someone treat him normal than screaming in terror
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#poppy playtime x reader#poppy playtime#smiling critters#smiling critters x reader#dogday#dogday x reader#dogday headcanons#dogday x y/n#platonic dogday x reader#teen reader#x teen reader
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cw: bondage, unprotected piv (donât do thatâŠ), dom! reader n sub! jason, I wrote this kinda rushed âčïž, that might be it?
also this is fuzzy pink handcuffs (prueâs version) with silky pink ribbons instead đ€đ€
âââ ౚৠâč àŁȘ Ë
âshh, youâre gonna be fine, lemme finish.â
âis this gonna work? are you sure this is safe?â
âwhen have I ever put you in a dangerous situation?â you finish tying your silky pink ribbons around your boyfriends wrists, preventing him from moving his hands at all. you peck his nose before sliding his glasses off and throwing them on his bedside table. you can already feel his tip teasing along your entrance as you lower yourself along his lap, waiting for his answer before you do anything.
âremember that once when you almost shoved my head in the oven? because I do.â
you frown, then it converts into a glare. âthat was by accident. now you want me to ride you or what?â
âplease do.â
without a second thought, you align yourself further and let his cock slip into you, a guttural moan leaving your lips as you adjust to the sudden sensation. you guide yourself along him beginning at a slow pace, for his sake, preventing you from making the poor guy even more stressed, and for your sake, so you donât wake up unable to walk because your idiotic self was too eager for his cock to be shoved inside of you.
the original idea for this had came from your very brainâ you had seen a relentless pattern over the course of the past week, jason had been overworking himself for what reason, you were unsure, but all you knew was his stress was stressing you out so then the both of you were stressed and it was a total disaster. you had informed him of the ideology that if he was to be tied up during sex, it would help relieve him of his stresses. it took at least a week for him to agree to this decision, yet now, he still had doubts as to if this is entirely a safe idea.
yes, it indeed was great having you ride him, but at the same time he wanted to touch you with his hands, maybe guide your hips along him as he pushed his cock further into you, or run them up and down the bare skin of your waist, or let them knead your breastsâ or at this, fucking anything that included touching you with his bare hands. unfortunately, he was tied up but your odious silky pink ribbons, where the hell did you even buy those?
he snaps from his thoughts when he feels your speed increasing, his cock being pulled out and pushed deeper with every thrust, and maybe this wasnât so badâ because looking at you, holy shit, the way your hair cascaded over your shoulders like waterfalls, the sweet moans leaving your lips, and the sole thought that itâs him making you feel this good is enough for jason to forever forget about being tied up.
and he admitsâ maybe youâre whole âgetting tied upâ thing does relieve his stresses.
àŒŻ my dumbass accidentally deleted the rq instead of hitting the answer button so here it is: âCan you write a Jason Grace smut where the Reader ties him up, to help him relieve stressâ to the anon that sent this Iâm so super sorry Iâm stupid đđ
#xoxochb#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo series#pjo fandom#percy jackson#pjo#percy series#jason grace imagines#jason grace pjo#jason grace x you#jason grace smut#jason grace#jason grace x reader#jason grace x y/n#percy jackson x reader#riordanverse x reader#riordan universe#riordanverse
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vox x reader ; please?
Nobody really understood how it happenedâ it just did one day.
You ended up really hitting it off with the man of Voxtech himself; and wow lookathat, youâre dating him now.
It wasnât unusual to be waking up in his bed, either. But what something Vox wasnât used to, was a sunshine personality like yours. Of course you have your devilish charms still, as thats what drew him into you to begin with. But, the small appreciations you had for just about everything? It was weird, right? For a sinner in hell, it was marked as a rare occurrence to see someone like you.
( Other than the Princess of Hell, though she was much more over the top than you were. )
As your eyes opened, surroundings gaining a much clearer focus, you let out a tired little sigh.
Thereâs a soft buzzing beside you, where Vox was passed out in a deep sleep. It was such a nice state to see him in. Calm, not stressed out and dealing with everyoneâs chaotic bullshit.
Honestly, it was nice being awake before everyone else. You could just take in the small beauties of silence before everything got obnoxious.
Your eyes flicker over to the windows, and see a bright neon sign with arrows pointing downward towards its front door.
A brand new building had just opened up, and it was a place youâve been waiting to check out for a while now. Honestly, you couldnât contain the excitement. It seemed like it took forever to finish, as most demons tried to overrun it while it was still in a vulnerable state.
With a little gasp, your hand falls to voxâs shoulder, and shake it lightly. âOh my god, Vox, wake up!â
A static noise enters the air, as a small groan of annoyance leaves the tv screen. âWhatââ
You smirk, leaning over his shoulder to view his annoyance. âItâs finally open~ we gotta go!â
He heaves out a heavy sigh, turning to lay on his back with a dull, tired expression. âY/N,â
âPlease?â The little pout you made usually got him to do what you wanted, but this time it didnât. He looked tired and visibly annoyed. Honestly, fair. You did kinda just wake him up in one of the worst ways possible.
âCan you at least let me wake up a little, first?â His lopsided smile made your heart flutter. Fuck, he was just so cute no matter what.
âOkay, fine. Just donât fall back to sleep.â You fully sit up, crawling over his figure, and hoping to avoid stepping on any part of him in the process of getting off the bed. Standing to your feet on the floor, he **almost** chuckles. âWhat the hell even is the place you wanna go to, anyway?â His one eye widens out of curiosity over at you.
You roll your eyes, annoyed that he never usually remembered the little things. âThe first like, ever, plant shop in hell. Somebody actually got things to grow down here,â you inform, taking a step in front of the mirror. âI think they used, like, human world magic or something.â
Vox sat up, stretching his neck and letting out a little groan. âSince when can anybody just get access to earth?â
You deadpan him briefly, âDoes it even matter? I need one.â
He shakes his head, sitting up.
âI donât know how you can be this happy so early in the morning.â He smiled at you. Holy shit, he actually smiled at how stupid your little obsession with this place was.
âDidâ did you just smile~?â You decide to point it out, a smirk curling up to your features.
His eyes widened, body slightly startled at your reaction to him. âWhat?â
You inch closer to him, a brighter look of excitement as he stares at you in curiosity. âOh my god you did! I saw you, so thereâs no denying it.â
Vox takes on the tv effect to his tone as he looks up at you. âAlright, alright.â He then stands, and you notice how he slightly towers over your idling frame. âOnly you can convince me to do shit I normally wouldnât do.â His screen looks away with an almost embarrassment to it.
Your arms gently slip around his waist, causing him to tense up, arms raising.
âThank you.â You smirk up at him. It didnât take much to get him wrapped around your finger.
Vox sighs, lowering his arms, and slinking a hand around your waist. He gently guides you forward into his figure. His little smile comes back, and for a moment, you can actually feel him soften his outer shell with you. âAnything for you, my dear.â
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Iâm so sorry my writing hasnât been up to par lately lmao đ„Č Not loving this one rn
#hazbin vox#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel one shots#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you#vox x you#vox x reader
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