#i chose randomly i hope that's okay!

[unfogged-arc]

@iworryalotdarling ♥'d for a starter! claudette + simone!

"I have a job in mind for you." Ice clinks against the inside of the glass in Claude's hand, though she's barely sipping it tonight. "Lucrative, pays very well." She had thought of Simone immediately when the job crossed her desk, and she just so happened to see her at a restaurant to frequents. Ever Claude, she seated herself at Simone's table as if she were offered a chair. Unsure about whether or not SImone is still in the game, Claude is taking her chances.

[afterglowsainz]

the secret of us | oscar piastri

summary: after you break up with your boyfriend you start getting closer with a certain mclaren driver, but you’re afraid of what people might say about your new relationship

fc: dina denoire

warnings: ex!age gap, some ugly comments

request: here

a/n: this request is so perfect because gracie has been my hiperfixation since she released her album so i’m dying to write about her songs! also, i chose carlos for the ex since you said you didn’t mind, anything else i hope you like it <3

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yourusername vroom vroom 🏎

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username the queen is back at the paddock

username i hope you know i’m in love with you

username so beautifuuuul 💗

carlossainz55 hermosa🥰 (beautiful) (liked by yourusername)

username the best wag fr

username face tutorial!

username gorgeous girl 🥵

username stunning 😩

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carlossainz55 not a bad start to the season 🏆

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username last picture goes craaazy

username well deserved podium👏🏽

username carlos in his villain era 😈

yourusername who’s that smooth operator 👀

carlossainz55 🤭

username go king !!!

username calos we can be world champions‼️

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yourusername tourist mode: on 🇮🇹🍝

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username ugh her !!!

username so gorgeous

bffusername prettiest girl in italy (liked by yourusername)

username did she and carlos broke up?

username ???? why?

username idk she hasn’t been to any gp’s lately and they don’t like or comment on each other posts like they used to

username they also haven’t been seen with each other since the beginning of the year

username they still follow each other tho so idk

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f1wags y/n y/l/n recently with her friends clubbing in milan

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username she looks so fun 🤩

username does this mean she isn’t going to this weekend’s race either? :(

f1wags doesn’t seem like it since she’s still in italy

username breakup rumors getting louder by the second

username oscar randomly liking this post then unliking? 😭

username he got caught lurking 👀

username if yn and carlos really broke up i’m gonna stop believing in love

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yourusername babylon lovers hangin' lifetimes on a vine

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username oh no

username 💔💔💔

username wtf does that even mean 😭

username well, taylor wrote it so, you’re probably gonna have to google the meaning

francisca.cgomes face card 🤑

yourusername yours!!!

username omg this song with that specific lyric 😩

username they broke up broke up :(

username hot take but this is probably for the better?? their age gap was weird anyway

username get out of here

username no because who looks like that after a break up 😭

username right??? like she seriously has to be the prettiest woman ever

username guys they unfollowed each other i’m not okay !!!

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yourusername i missed this place 🏁 thank you so much mclaren for having me🧡

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username OMG???

username last thing i ever expected was seeing yn as a mclaren girlie ???

username no cause she has always been the ferrari it girl this gave me whiplash

username never beating the prettiest girl allegations

mclaren it was so nice to have you yn🧡 (liked by yourusername)

francisca.cgomes next time you’re coming to alpine with me!

lilymhe no no no, williams next💙

yourusername i’ll go to every garage at this point 🤣

username the way carlos was at the podium and she didn’t even glance at him once 😭

username and then she was photographed talking to charles and alex 😭😭

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yourusername i enjoy walking camden market in the afternoon☕️

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username yn in her london boy era ???

username and who is the london boy? 🤨

username i just know the breakup did her good she’s glowinggg

username yn in london is all the content i need

bffusername find me a british husband while you’re there

yourusername already networking!

username so pretty💞

username and they call her the it girl

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oscarpiastri london for the weekend🍵

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username he’s sooo boyfriend coded

username last pic made me feel woman things

username omg not him lowkey matching with yn🤭

username first two pics AND both in london⁉️

username coincidence??? or could they be…

username weird way to ask me to marry you but okay

landonorris london boy😎

oscarpiastri not you too🙄

username “you too” ???

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yourusername we’re happy free confused and lonely in the best way ❤️

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username when you’re in a swiftie competition and your opponent is yn

alexandrasaintmleux happy birthday my yn💞

lilymhe happy happy birthday love💘

bffusername 22 years being the prettiest, coolest and kindest soul in the planet🤍

username i can’t believe she’s 22 😭

francisca.cgomes i don’t know about you🫵🏽 but tonight we’re going drinking

charles_leclerc happy birthday, yn!

flavy.barla happy birthday prettyyy💗

landonorris happy bday🥳

oscarpiastri happy birthday🤍

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f1gossip ex-wag y/n y/l/n celebrating her birthday party with her friends and allegedly oscar piastri

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username allegedly??? babe that’s clearly him

username last thing i expected was to see lando and oscar celebrating yn’s birthday

username 2ND PIC??? 🤭🤭

username they’re so hot

username oscar and yn together was not on my 2024 bingo card

username homie hopper

username are carlos and oscar even friends? 🤣

username i’m sooo invested in this couple

username oscar being always on her likes makes so much sense now

username my man was WAITING for her and carlos to break up to shoot his shot

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yourusername so happy to be back at the mclaren garage this weekend 🧡 best birthday present

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username and she was on oscar’s side of the garage🥹

username petition for mclaren to invite yn to every grand prix (liked by yourusername)

username it still feels weird to see her at mclaren and not ferrari but i’m so happy she’s still going to the races 💕

username am i the only one who finds it weird that she moved on from carlos to oscar that fast?

username yes

username she wants to be a wag so bad 🤣

username or maybe !!! just maybe !!! she’s just living her life and happened to meet a guy she likes who also happens to be a driver, mhhh 🤔

username the way they’re not even official 😭😭 y’all are making up things where there aren’t

oscarpiastri so my present was not the best? 🤨

yourusername close second!

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f1wags oscar piastri and y/n y/l/n at the grand prix’s after party

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username cute!

username awww they look good together 🥰

username OSCAR CAN YOU FIGHT

username i don’t understand why people glorify yn so much like she’s clearly a grid bunny it’s gross

username yeah the only reason she’s famous is because she dated a famous guy

username oscar deserves better

username i like them together 💞 they seem happy

username someone needs to save oscar from her 🤮

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oscarpiastri monaco sight-seeing💐

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username well good morning to you too oscar piastri

username how did he bag a baddie like yn 😭

username by being socially awkward i assume

username forget him i want HER

username he’s really committed to the carlos hate train huh

username adopt me! i can be the fly on the wall!

username yn is stunning 😍

username the only couple ever

yourusername 🥰🥰🥰

oscarpiastri ❤️

[chrolloluvr]

Adam, Mammon, Alastor and Lucifer with a insecure S/o

💋ྀིྀིAdam, Mammon, Alastor, Stolas and Lucifer w/ Insecure S/O 💋ྀིྀི

Note: Yesss i love this request!! As somebody who is insecure about quite a few things I think this is so cute <3 🥰 Also I hope you don't mind me adding Stolas <3

Female!reader, GenderNeutral!Reader for Stolas <3

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of sex

Mammon 💸:

He does not grasp the concept of insecure. Why be insecure when your with him? He chose you, right? He is extremely picky, so what is there to worry about? Why are you insecure? To him you are adorable, so who cares?

He may notice you are feeling down lately, or that you have been avoiding him, which agitates him to no end.

So at first, he will have you bottle up your insecurity, just so that he can be your big savior, and make you feel loved by him.

When you tell him exactly what you are insecure about, he audibly laughs. Well, he doesn't mean to make you upset or anything, but like, are you being serious?

He will say things like:

"Babe, what the fack? you look hot, theres no need to beat around the goddamn bush."

"What, is it your (insert insecurity)? cmon, don't be such a sour puss. You look just fine to me."

"Cmon sweets, whats on ya mind? How about we go out to the restaurant you love, yeah?"

He will go to that restaurant, even though he hates it. He just does not like seeing his little trophy upset or visibly irked. Even if there is Paparazzi around, he will hide them from you, or bribe them to leave.

His favorite insecurity on you would have to be your thighs. He loves squeezing them, jiggling them, putting his head between them, seeing them move when you walk, etc. If you have bigger ones, he thinks that one of, if not the best physical quality about you. He will spend his time ranting to you while snug in your legs about how annoying his newest stars are, or how Ozzie did this, or Fizzarolli did that-

Overall, he will make sure you dont go on with that contentious bullshit ever again. He cant have his favorite little lady upset, can he?

Adam 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪:

He is Adam, the first man, he does not ever feel insecure. he never makes mistakes.

But in reality, he has felt insecure. Especially after his two wives left him for the. same. man.

He does not notice until a while later that you are upset. He thinks you are happy all the time because of him. But he's basically your husband, so he will notice things about you, that you don't even know about yourself (same as mammon)

When you tell him you are insecure, he coddles you, and threats you like you're an infant

He will say things like:

"Your insecure? About what? You have to be lying babe, you look perfect to me."

"Relax babe, im kidding, so its your (insert insecurity)? Oh, are you joking?"

"How about... you and me do a little something something, hm?"

(He is a sex deviant, so he will always bring that up.)

He tries to make it up to you by putting on your favorite movie, and bringing you your favorite snacks. But he ends up eating most of them himself...

But anyways, his favorite insecurity is your ass. He likes squeezing it, spanking it, etc. Even if it small, he likes it and thinks its cute. He will randomly pick you up and throw you over his shoulder and just, spank it, and put you down??

So overall, he is okay at comforting you, but dont come running to him unless you dont want things to turn somehow sexual.

Alastor 🎶:

He has never felt insecure in his twisted mind.

He will notice immediately that you are upset about something. He takes action fairly quickly, by rubbing your shoulders, etc.

When you tell him you are insecure, he is very understanding. You are his dearest, so he wants to take care of you, and make you feel like an angel.

While he may not understand insecurity himself, he understands you are disarmed, and that bothers him greatly.

He will say things like:

"My love, don't fret about these regal thoughts. What are you feeling down about now?"

"Is this about your (insert insecurity)? If so, that is silly nonsense, my dear. You know I do not mind."

"How about, we take a stroll. Maybe we could stop by Rosie, she sure knows how to cheer you up, hm?"

He tries his best to make you feel better, because your feelings reflect on him. While it may not seem so on the outside, his heart tears when he sees you like this.

His favorite insecurity has to be your hip dips. He thinks they make you look very feminine and womanlike, which he likes. He likes to run his hands over them, enjoying the way his fingers sink into them.

So overall, Alastor makes you feel very loved and cared for. You will never feel discontent as long as he is in your vicinity.

Lucifer 𓆩𓆪:

He has felt insecure a lot. From being casted down into Hell, to his wife somewhat recently leaving him, (to his height), he knows what it feels like

But since meeting you, he is very attentive over you.

So he notices very quickly that you are upset.

When the time comes to tell him that you are insecure, (because he kept asking you frantically whats wrong), He is very understanding.

He will say things like:

"Seriously? You? Insecure? Well we cant have that here, now can we?"

"Its your (insert insecurity)? Its ok honey, I love you just how you are."

"Honey, how about the two of us stay home for the day, hm?"

He will stay by your side a lot more often now that you told him that. He is a very doting and worried lover like Stolas, so he wants you to feel comfortable with yourself.

His favorite insecurity of your is also your thighs. Big or small, he loves them. His favorite is when his head and cheeks are squished against them. Or when he's eating you out, and he feels the warmth smothering his face. He loves the way they move when you walk as well like Mammon.

So overall, he knows what it is like to be insecure. He wants you to feel loved, and like you are cherished by him.

Stolas 𓅪:

Feels insecure a lot like Lucifer. WIth his (ex)wife, concerning his daughter, etc.

He also will notice your changes instantly. SO he will constantly ask if something is wrong. When it comes to you being upset, he will be very combative in telling him.

So when you tell him you are insecure, he feels for you. He will hold you close, and let you lay on top of his fluffy, feathered body.

He will say things like:

"Sweetheart, what is troubling you so much? I am always by your side, you know. So if you want to talk, we can."

"Your (insert insecurity)? But they are beautiful! You don't have to worry my owlette."

"How about we watch a movie? That always seems to cheer you up."

He is very concerned about you, and just wants to make you happy. That is his duty in his mind. If he cant make the rest of his family happy, he can surely make you happy, right?

His favorite insecurity of yours is stretch marks. He likes them, and he thinks they look like cute little tiger cub stripes. He will run his slender fingers over them, making you shiver in the process. He believes they are like pieces of art, just all over your body.

So in his mind, you are perfect. He is always going to love you, insecurity through and through. You are his lover.

[ratcash-wasgud]

Tragicomedy

okay gang, hear me out. ik most ppl who follow me are here for bes but PLLLLSSSSS

this came to me in a dream and i feel like i would fail as prophet if i didn't deliver it

anyways, enjoy.

art major!ellie x reader vs rugby player!abby x reader.

a.n.:Okay, before we start, the reader will get a little specific (like in my other works, lmao). plus tw for homophobia.

Part 2 is done!!!

"Ellie Williams"

Ellie started at her own signature under a painting in the hall of the school. Her college had a small exhibition of the art major student's works, and she submitted a painting of a flower she saw in the nearby park, and the butterfly which is supposed to symbolize...well, you. When other people ask, it symbolizes love and freedom though, but it's wings are strangely the same colour as your eyes, and it's spots are the same as your hair.

She only chose this painting because she somehow hoped you'd come, compliment her painting, then she'll ask you out on a date to her favourite cafe, then boom! Marriage. Or that's Dina's plan, actually. Ellie knew it was stupid. You'd never like her. Why? Easy. Abby Anderson has her eyes on you as well, and who wouldn't chose the female rugby team's captain? Exactly.

Even if Abby is straight, Ellie sees the was she looks at you. You are the that cute girl who hangs around campus alone, reading a book, wearing headphones, or just casually taking pictures of flowers and bugs. Nobody could resist your cuteness, and Ellie feels like the whole thing is a personal attack towards her. She tried talking to you a couple times, and turns out you're also very friendly. She has a couple common interests with you, like comic books. Life was good for a couple days when she could just randomly bump into you (tottaly not on purpose), holding a comic you purposely talked about, then she could blow away almost two hours for you and her nerding out about said comic. But then?

Abby came in the picture. She suddenly started to appear next to you on multiple occasions, throwing her meaty arms around you, doing that stupid, cocky smirk of hers. And what do you do? You giggle at her stupid jokes.

What Ellie didn't know, on the other hand, is that Abby was nothing like how people precieved her as. Yeah, sure, she was a rugby player who was kind of a jock, but she wasn't cocky. If anything, she was more like a big puppy, who happened loved hamburgers and tackling people. It's not her fault it's fun. She also happened to like pretty girls.

Not the girls the rugby team would usually get associated with, the ones with short skirts, perfect hair or long, clack-y nails. She did like those things though, but she learned that she has a type.

A type for cute girls with a nose and eyes that wrinkle up when they smile, who paint cute shit on their nails, and the ones who still own, and name their stuffed animals. And surprise surprise, you fit that type perfectly.

Abby knew that too. That's why she got attached to your hip out of the blue. She found out about you through Mel, who was her roomate and your coworker at your partime job at this rundown diner.

But Abby knew she had to stay in her lane. She comes from a small town, full of old fashioned people, so she knows how little the chance is of you actually being into women. She never did anything risky or too touchy. Plus, she was kind of knew into this whole gay thing. She realized stuff kind of late. She has a disadvantage against all the cool gay women she say around campus, proudly wearing their pride pins, or holding hands in the halls.

She thinks if she did anything like that, she'd just get called a dyke by her teammates and her family. She never even did anything with a woman before. She knows how to do it, obviously she has internet, but still...just the thought of actually owning a strap kind of makes her nervous.

But Ellie knows what's up. She had a girlfriends before. She even owns toys just for the purpose of pleasing women. She's even out, so most people know about her lesbian intentions when she talks to a girl she finds attractive. But not withouth a price though. She did get called slurs before, and by Abby's circle too, so she has solid reasons to hate the whole friendgrounp. Even if Abby herself never said anything, she still stood there, arms crossed and eyebrows scrunched up. And now, she tries to cling to the one girl Ellie had a genuine crush on since highschool? That's not fair. It's targeted, even.

It has to a be a hatecrime or something.

"It's the library, not a gym, Anderson. You must be confused, get lost." Ellie says with a scowl as she puts her finger between the pages of a comic book she has been explaining to you.

It's the first time she had found you alone in weeks, and she just has to spawn herself into the situation. Of course.

"Oh, get fucked, Williams." Abby shoots her a glare before putting her hand on the table you two are sitting at, and looming behind you. "Sorry, I was rudely interrupted before I could...you know, say hi." She says to you with a corny smile.

Ellie can't help but roll her eyes.

"Hi to you too." You smile lightly, putting your own comic book into your lap. You're especially pretty today, Abby thinks. She wonders if it's because of someone.

"So...you know, I was wondering if you'd wanna...uhh..." Abby takes a deep breath as she rubs her arm, but doing as casually as she can. "Come with me to that cute lil' diner down the street. I actually have a cupon for free milkshakes."

Ellie purses her lips and glares.

"She works at a diner, dumbass, I don't think she wants to spend her free time in one too," She says, now the page of the comic is forgotten as she crosses her arms. "I'm sure she'd like a place like...the amusement park more. It just happens that I have tickets for the weekend." Boom. Ellie smirks internally.

"The amusement park?" You perk up, cute bambi eyes widening. You seemed to like that idea. "Yeah! We should go together." You smile and Ellie feels like a whole storm just blew a bunch of flowers into her face. It's lovely, really. Until, "Right, Abby?"

Huh? You meant...all three of you?

Abby looks just as shocked as Ellie, and does her best to act nonchalant. "Yeah, sure. But I won't carry you after you die on a rollercoaster." She snickers, shooting Ellie a siteating grin.

Both women knew they couldn't decline this stupid three-way date, since they couldn't actually invite you anywhere on their own. So, amusement park it was.

The weekend came, and to you, it was such a nice day. You didn't have friends ever since you started college, but now, you actually felt appritiated. Like you belong.

It started with you meeting Ellie at the diner, then Abby coming to pick both of you up with her truck. The day was spent with you convinving both of them for silly rides you wanted to try. The problem was, that there were usually 2 people fitting seats. You didn't want either of them to feel left out, so you made them sit together, and you sat before them. The whole day felt like a damn comedy.

"Look, churros!" You cheer as you spot a booth with one of your favourite snacks after not really eating anything that day. Ellie, almost throwing up after that last ride, grimaces at the sight, while Abby steps forward, already reaching for her wallet.

"Want me to buy you some?" She asks, standing beside you as she points at one of the flavors. Meanwhile, Ellie suddenly perks up, not wanting to get left behind. "I could get you a slushie to go along with it. Churros here are usually pretty dry." Abby rewards this attemt with a side-eye.

Then a pair of men, holding hands, also approach the booth, smiling to eachother and discussing what they should get. Abby glances their way, seeing their way of holding eachother's hands, and she reaches out slowly, her hand brushing against your's, just when a middle aged man walks by the booth, and sadly opens his mouth. "Fags nowadays. They're everywhere, damn it. There's kids here."

Abby suddenly freezes. Her hand imidiately back in her pocket, and she just stares at her wallet. She feels her feet grow roots into the ground, and suddenly she hears the same phrase in her father's voice. This is a random Saturday, the sun is shining, there are people in love, but it's still...

"Your breath is everywhere too dude. What a stench" Ellie's voice brings her back to reality, and her snaps at the auburn haired woman, fearlessly, glaring at the man.

She didn't know Williams could be...brave? Mmm, not the right word. Proud? Maybe.

Meanwhile, Ellie is fuming. This random ass dude tries to ruin her only chance she has with her crush by ruining the whole mood. She's not having that. She sees the two guys glance at her, and send a smile her way as she flips the middle aged bigot off one last time before he disappears.

She quickly jerks her face back to you, and what she sees it...Abby with tears shimmering in her eyes, and you standing befor her, cupping her face and stroking her arm. It's a horrible sight. Your soft hands don't belong on that burly surfice. Ellie feels like she's left behind.

Meanwhile Abby is panicking. It's over, you saw her cry, she must be the lamest person ever right now. She has embarrased herself before the first girl she has ever liked just because she's a coward, because even the hint of being judged that way scares her to death.

In the end, both women's worst fears somehow came true.

Ellie losing to Abby, while Abby losing to her fears. What a tragedy.

But you? To you, this day was the realest thing you have felt since college started. You have learned that the nerdy art student is fierce, and that the captain of the rugby team can cry. You are attached now, and there's no escape.

Meanwhile Ellie and Abby feel like sinking into the ground with broken hopes, they don't know that you will ask to hang out again pretty soon.

[starkwlkr]

I have such a random request but it came to me randomly and you said you were looking for DILF driver requests so here:

Any driver with an Actress!reader who is in a new movie with on screen kissing with her and another actor and reader and whatever driver you write this with have to explain to their kids, Maybe like ages 3-6, that their mom and dad still love each other and that mom was just working.

Sorry if this is complicated

Thanks 🫶

playing pretend | mark webber

i went with mark so i hope that’s ok!! also i chose free guy as the movie i know it’s not new but idk any other kid friendly movies that came out recently 😭 all i watch is horror, thrillers and documentaries

You love your job, there was no lie there. You got to play different characters and dress up in either fancy dresses or a superhero suit depending on the movie you were filming. It was an easy and exciting job, but somehow your kids were clueless. They knew their dad raced cars for a living, but their mom? They had no clue.

So one day you got an opportunity to star in a family movie with Ryan Reynolds in the movie Free Guy. You play the part of ‘Molotov girl’ or Millie, the characters actual name. Sometimes you would bring your two kids, Sage and Henry. When the day of the premiere came, you decided to make it a family event so you were joined by Mark and the kids.

After walking the red carpet and taking pictures, your little family was seated in the theater to begin watching the movie. As the movie played, you looked over at your kids to watch their reaction. They laughed and pointed at the screen when you showed up saying “look! It’s mum!”

“Yeah, that’s mum.” Mark laughed.

When your kiss scene with Ryan came up, you were nervous at how your kids would react seeing as you were going to kiss someone that wasn’t their dad. You payed attention to them and watched as they gasped when you and Ryan kissed.

“Mum! Why are you kissing him?!” Sage turned to you, her face full of confusion.

“That’s not dad!” Henry turner to Mark. “That’s not you!”

“It’s like playing pretend, Henry. Mum is playing pretend.” Mark tried his best to explain. He didn’t want to disrupt anyone around them so he talked quietly. “We’ll talk after the movie, okay? We have to be quiet right now.”

The kids understood so they remained in their seats that was until another kiss scene between you and Joe Keery at the end of the movie. It was short since right when you and Joe kissed, the movie ended right away, but that didn’t stop your kids from looking at you with even more confusion.

As promised, when you, Mark and the kids were on your way back to the hotel, you explained your job.

“So your job is playing dress up?” Sage wondered.

“Yeah, that’s it. Mommy plays dress up.” You laughed along with Mark.

“But why did you kiss someone that wasn’t daddy?” Henry asked. “Do you not love daddy anymore?”

“Honey, I love daddy more than anything. That’s part of mommy’s job. Like daddy said, it’s pretend so it was like a fake kiss.” You explained.

Thankfully, Mark had pulled up to the parking lot of the hotel and parked the car. That’s when you and Mark looked back at your kids.

“We love each other and we love you, okay?” Mark made sure they understood.

“But you don’t fake kiss?” Sage asked.

“No, daddy and i real kiss, see?” You placed a kiss on Mark’s lips as your kids yelled “ew!”

“Cooties!”

“Stop! My eyes!”

[dizscreams]

Hii hii can I request a Jack Champion × actress reader where they react on some edits Abt the two of them in an interview and then one ship edit Abt them came out thank you so much

++ I luv your writing so much some times I go overboard by liking all of them sorry Abt that Have a great day/night

ur so sweet anon ty :( <3 I hope I understood this right 😭

Mesmerized — Jack Champion ★

PAIRING: Jack Champion x gn!reader

TAGS: @beary-rambles @ashlesys-blog @wekiamo @wenvierismycomfort @aesthetixhoe @mbankfav @aqellano @dizzyscreams @c8rdigan @teyamsgirll @evanpeterswifeyy868

A/N: he’s so bf like he’s literallyy my bf?! I love my bf!! bf!! he’s so this song!!

The producers for the interview you were doing didn’t tell you what the interview would be about. Both you and Jack just assumed it was a normal interview until you had to do the intro for the video. ‘Action!’

You wave, “Hi I’m y/n l/n!” Jack follows you and waves as well, “And I’m Jack Champion.” You both share a smile before quickly looking back at the camera, “And today we are going to be reacting to edits of ourselves.” Jacks eyes widen a bit before nodding slightly, “Lets do it.” “Lets do it,” you repeat.

Someone gives you a phone and tells you all you need to do is scroll and give commentary. “Jack, do you ever look at edits of yourself?” You ask him before clicking on the first video, you pause it before it starts to hear Jacks answer. “Uhh sometimes,” he laughs, “When I’m bored, or they’ll randomly appear on my for you page. What about you?” You smile a bit, “Same here. I also get tagged in a lot of them.” “Oohh yeah me too.”

“Shall we start?” You ask shaking the phone a little.

“We shall,” Jack responds with finger guns. You chuckle and start the first video, it’s an edit of Jack. It was of his Scream 6 character, Ethan Landry. Jack was blushing slightly when you had looked over at him. You giggled when the video ended, “Soo what’d you think?” He giggled with you, “People are really talented. I will say though I wasn’t expecting so many people to love Ethan. Especially because of.. the movie,” he said slowly.

You hum, “The movies been out a while I think you can say it.” He looks at you and then back at the camera, “I didn’t expect many people to love my character in Scream 6 because he’s a psychopathic murderer who chases people in a Ghostface mask,” He says in an accent and claps his hands together. You cover your mouth with your hand as you laugh. “Alright let’s move on, next!” Jack says smiling.

“Okay, here you can take the phone this time,” you tell him handing the phone to him. He takes it and scrolls down to the next edit, “I think it’s of you,” he whisper yells. You recognize the clip used as one in an interview you did only about a week ago. Jack looked at the video and then looked back at you while grinning. He seemed to be enjoying this a little too much, but you didn’t mind.

“Aw I liked that one,” you spoke up first.

“Me too,” Jack says as he stared at you. He liked the outfit you chose to wear today, he always admired your sense of style. He also liked the way you did your hair, it framed your face nicely. “Jack?” He cleared his throat, “Yeah? What?” You let out a confused laugh, “Were you listening?” His face turned red at the question, “uhhh-” You shake your head with a smile, “It’s okay, next edit!” You stick out your hand, signaling for him to give you the phone and he just looks at it.

You shake your hand and nod towards the phone a bit trying to be more clear and he tilts his head. You look at him and he looks like a lost puppy with his big brown eyes boring into yours. You smile a bit and lower your voice, “The phone, Jack.” “OH! Right yeah here,” he stumbles over his words as he hands you the phone. The light pink blush dusting his cheeks once again making him look even cuter than before.

“Okay and here we go,” you mutter. The video plays and at first it’s clips of Jack, you can recognize where some of the clips are from. A lot of them are from Avatar interviews, which makes sense. But then there’s clips of you and that causes your eyebrows to knit together slightly. Just a friendly edit, you presumed, but at the end of the video there’s a clip of you and Jack together.

It’s a clip from a little behind the scenes of Scream 6. The small moment was of Jack putting his arm around you while you were both in the backseat of a bus going to set that day. You smiled at the memory and the video came to an end, “That was cute.” He nodded in agreement, he had the same stupid smile on his face, “Yeah.” You took a peak at the comments, all of them were ship comments.

“They’d be so cute together!”

“Are we sure they aren’t dating?”

“The way they look at each other 🥹”

“I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE”

“There’s no way they aren’t dating”

Your smile got bigger and you handed Jack the phone with a quiet, “Your turn.”

The interview went on for a couple more minutes until they were satisfied with the length that the video would be. Then, it was time for the outro. “I’m y/n l/n,” Jack said and you followed his lead, “And I’m Jack Champion.”

“And you’re watching Disney Channel!”

“That’s not it, Jack-“

“And you’re watching Buzzfeed Celeb!”

“There you go. Thank you so much for watching..”

“And make sure to leave a like for more content like this,” he said finishing your sentence in a British accent.

“Cut! That was great, guys.”

You looked at Jack only to find him already looking at you, “You wanna go get lunch?” He asked already standing. “Of course.” You guys made your way out of the filming room and he made sure nobody was looking before he grabbed your hand, giving it a kiss,

“You don’t know how hard it was for me to stay quiet about our relationship. You looked so good, I just wanted to brag about how you were mine the whole time,” he said while pulling you in for a hug. You giggling and wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss, “We’ll tell them soon, babe.”

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡

See my other Welcome Home work here!

Requested by @mugmaya19

Request: If you are taking in requests could you do one where we just randomly grab their face and kiss them around their face’s before we just walk away like nothing happened? Again if you aren’t doing that then feel free to use this as a way of creative thinking! Have a good day

×A/N×

Omg I had so much fun the writing of this!! I love them so much! 😭❤

I think the chosed scenario was adorable and I absolutely loved it!

I hope you'll have the same fun with the reading of this!

Btw sorry for the picture of Sally :")

(You don't know how much I loved writing Poppy's part- 😭❤)

×❢ About my work ❢×

no proofread, it can have spelling mistakes, look, idk if they can blush or even have a heart, but now they do, okay? lol, no smut, just sweet fluff, no pronouns used for the reader, petnames like darling, love, hon.

Fandom: Welcome Home horror project by Clown

Character(s): Wally Darling, Barnaby B. Beagle, Eddie Dear, Julie Joyful, Frank Frankly, Howdy Pillar, Sally Starlet, Poppy Partridge, The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Ship(s): The characters x The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Form: Headcanons

Wally Darling

"Wally, come here, I want to show you something!" 

• after you placed his face into your hands 

• You started kissing him around

• cheeks, lips, nose

• gosh he felt like heaven between your kisses

• he just sat there still as he accepted his fate

• not like he would want to disagree :D

• after some time, he even leaned forward a bit to have more

• he decided that it was his turn to give you kisses

• he was planning to give a "mwah" to you

• but you turned away and left him

• (a.n: *dramatic gasp* how dare you?! >:c) 

• he was just sitting there and confusedly watched as you left

• "Where are you going, neighbour?"

• dw, if you're not getting his smooch now, you'll get it later, I can promise that! 😌✨

Sally Starlet

"Sally, can you come here for a minute?"

• she was practicing, so at first she wasn't too happy that you disturbed her

• "Yeah, yeah, I'm almost finished (Y/N)!" 

• after a few minutes she were already in front of you with a furious look

• (a.n: how dare you disturb her? >:( /jk) 

• "What do you want, (Y/N)?" she asked impatiently. 

• but you just stood up and gave a small kiss on her lips without an answer

• she was too surprised to react anything, so you continued

• her face was between your soft hands, while you gave an another kiss on her forehead

• she didn't fight too much about it

• she even leaned into your touch

• after you were done, you thought that you can just simply walk away

• well, *chuckle* no. 

• you DISTURBED her practice, then made her heart skip a beat and fall in love with you AGAIN, and after all this, you wanna just WALK AWAY like nothing happened?! 

• she quickly catched you by your wrist with a unsatisfied look and a smirk on her face

• "No, I think not, (Y/N). We need to talk."

Frank Frankly

"Frank, can you come here?"

• first he just approached you innocently, but he could feel that you were planning something

• he didn't know what specifically, but the aura around you could tell that you're on something

• but he still walked up to you and asked 

• "What do you need, darling?"

• you gently put your hands on his face 

• and give one kiss to his forehead 

• an another to his lips

• and an another one to his right cheek

• "What are you doing, darling?" he asked as he softly pulled you closer to him by your hips. 

• you just kept kissing him, didn't bring yourself to answer

• you didn't let him to give back the kisses, but he could catch one and return it

• he even hummed from the enjoyment of your affection

• he could stay like this forever and ever

• but you let go from him

• the moment that he realised that you're planning to go away, he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him

• "Where do you think you're going, love?" 

Barnaby B. Beagle

"Come here, Barnaby!" 

• he feels like heaven between your hands

• he immediately leaned into the touch as you started kissing him around his face

• gosh your rubs feels so good! 

• I can imagine that he gently starts biting your hands in an affectionately way

• he even closed his eyes from your sweet kisses

• but as soon as he stopped feeling your touch, he quickly opened his eyes confusedly

• in the last minutes, he still hoped that you'll turn back

• but you didn't :(

• "Uhh... (Y/N)? Buddy? Where are you going?" 

Howdy Pillar

"Howdy, can you help me, please?" 

• he came up to you obliviously

• "What is it, hon?" 

• he's always ready to help you, when you need him

• you asked him to come closer and he did as you requested from him

• you softly grabbed his face and started placing sweet kisses on his face

• he softly chuckled at the first ones

• he's more like a kiss giver than receiver, but although he enjoys it

• when you wanted to leave, he just simply whined

• "No, don't go, (Y/N)!" 

Poppy Partridge

• Today Poppy seemed like she was pretty frustrated. Her wings were shaking, making the binding more difficult to her. You decided to check on her and give her a little comfort. 

"Wa- Wait, Poppy, let me help you!" 

• you made her to let go the sweater that she was working on and after her attention was on you, you've finally could help

• you gently started to caress her wings, attend to not to crease her feathers

• and gave soft kisses around her beak

• but she's just got more frustrated and flushed

• when you were about to leave, you actually changed your mind

• she didn't say anything 'cause she was too nervous and shy to say it out loud, but her eyes were literally begged for your affection

• please give her more, she deserves it! ♡

• (btw the sweater which was she working on, it's actually for)

Julie Joyful

"Hey, Julie, come here!" 

• she approached you happily and smiley, like she always does

• what she didn't know that you were planning to make her heart jump out of her chest

• ( i mean, in a metaphoric way)

• "What is it, (Y/N)?" 

• you didn't pay attention to answer, instead you just grabbed her face and started kissing her around

• i can imagine that she giggles while you kissing her 

• she actually leans forward to make your work easier

• when you walked away, Julie just simply started to follow you with a disappointed look

• "Aww, where are you going, (Y/N)?" "Don't leave me here!" "But (Y/N)!" 

• she will keep ask more until you actually give the kisses to her

Eddie Dear

"Eddie, can you come here for a second?"

• I can assure that you kept kissing him much longer than just a second lol

• he was there in seconds

• just like always, he's ready to help you in anything

• "Is there something wrong, hon?" 

• at first, he wanted to return the kisses when you started to give them to him

• but later he finally catch up that it was you what will give the kisses

• so he just leaned into your touch and enjoyed your soft kisses

• as he got more comfortable in your touch eventually he closed his eyes

• he was just about to get too comfy, when you stood up and walked away

• He calls after you worriedly. 

"(Y/N)? Did I do something wrong?"

• he's more worried than confused, 'cause he's afraid that he did something wrong to you

• please give him more kisses to make sure that he's loved and he did nothing wrong (and that he doesn't cry) 

[stayteezdreams]

Ruh-Roh

Plot: You and Soonyoung try to get through a variety of haunted escape rooms, all the while, your new-found friendship, or possibly more, starts to grow.

Prompt: "If you say we should split up I will kill you."

Pairing: Kwon Soon-young | Hoshi x Gn!Reader (acquaintances to ???)

A/n: I'm running out of steam to write so sorry this is a bit short and boring lol

Words: 1k

Your heart was beating at a constant high-paced rate as you and Soonyoung finally moved from one room to the next.

You and some of your other friends had come to a horror themed escape room. Of course, you made bets of who could make it out the fastest, with random drawings of who you would be paired with.

Soonyoung ended up picking your name, and though you weren't disappointed, you didn't know him all that well compared to the others. You knew he was nice, cute, and maybe a bit crazy.

During the escape room, you had learned a bit more about him, and the two of you were getting along quite well. You hoped you might be able to get to spend more time with him now that you had been able to get a bit closer.

These thoughts came about partially because during this experience, you had become curious as to whether or not he might like you. Some things he said came off quite flirty, and you had caught him staring at you quite a few times now.

The idea of him liking you caught you off guard, though you had to admit you weren't entirely opposed to the idea. You were having fun with him, and it made you curious as to what ways you just might get along in other situations.

The two of you had made it through half of the escape rooms, only needing a few clues, and only screaming about a dozen times. You were already exhausted, but with Soonyoung's constant banter you were having a good time.

Your wandering thoughts came back to reality as you and Soonyoung came across two doors. A sign above them saying "Pick your fate."

Soonyoung tried to peak into the rooms but was unable to without choosing a door. Looking back at you, you saw the moment an idea crossed his mind.

Just as he opened his mouth you rose your hand. "If you say we should split up I will kill you."

Surprise passed his face as you read his mind before he spoke. He broke into a grin and laughed at the seriousness of your tone.

He looked back at the doors, "Okay, okay. But which one should we take?"

You hummed, "Okay, how about this? You are Door One, I am Door Two, we play rock paper scissors, winner is the room we go into."

Soonyoung nodded his head in approval, "Good idea!"

After tying the first try, Soonyoung won the second, so the two of you chose Door One, pressing the button to choose and go in. Entering the room, it was dark with an eerie glow. You and Soonyoung went silent as you peered around the room.

Suddenly a sign on the other side of the room lit up, "Wrong Choice."

Hearing maniacal laughter, you and Soonyoung looked at each other with wide-eyes. Another sign lit up with the single word 'RUN' written on it as the door at the end of the room opened.

Hearing someone running towards your room from the hallway you had just come from, Soonyoung suddenly took your hand as he began running. You ran alongside him while sparing a look back to see figures pulling at the door to chase after you.

As the two of you ran you came across door after door, each one you had to choose randomly. You haphazardly ran through random doors.

Sometimes you were met with a "killer" chasing you, sometimes you had to solve a puzzle before getting through.

You and Soonyoung were in a frenzy of panic. Your confusion only grew as you seemed to pass through familiar rooms, as though you had somehow ended up in a labyrinth or the backrooms. Some of the killers after you would appear, disappear, and reappear somewhere else.

Finally passing through two double doors a cheerful bell rang out as a sign appeared ahead of you, "Congratulations!"

"I don't trust that." You said bluntly through heavy breaths.

Soonyoung chuckled and shook his head.

You looked back through the door, and seeing no killers, you thought maybe you were okay for a short while.

You groaned as you saw Soonyoung looking around. "Why do I feel like we're in an episode of Scooby Doo?"

He chuckled as he sat down on a chair to catch his breath, "Seriously! I think we passed through the same room like five times!"

You nodded in agreement as you took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. Glancing back over at Soonyoung you saw him staring at you again and your stomach fluttered.

"What?"

Jolting, as though he hadn't realized he had been staring, he sat up a bit with a soft cough. "Nothing, just, thinking about how fun this is." He chuckled sfotly, as if trying to convince himself that was really what he was thinking.

You smiled to yourself as you nodded, "It is! Though I don't think I'll ever do it again."

He chuckled as he stood up, "I couldn't agree more."

Walking up to you he looked around again, "But, I have had fun hanging out with you. I kind of wish we had done it before."

You met his eyes and felt the sincerity in his words as he smiled at you. You smiled back and nodded, "Me too."

"Maybe we can hang out again?" His voice got a bit quieter at the end of his question, as if he was surprised it came out.

You nodded, "I'd love to."

"Yeah!?"

You chuckled, "Yeah."

He grinned as he shuffled on his feet timidly, "Awesome."

You let out another soft chuckle before you both jumped in surprise as a sudden alarm blared and red lights started flashing. Hearing a distant animalistic yell coming from the hallway, you and Soonyoung froze.

Soonyoung, ever the class-clown, gulped and spoke hoarsely, "Ruh-Roh." Before grabbing your hand and pulling you along once again.

Fighting back a laugh, you followed him, your heart beating quicker for more than one reason. Soonyoung looked back at you as you ran through the doors, a grin on his face as you both laughed as you continued to run.

The two of you may have made it out slower than four of the other groups, but you came out of it with a new friendship. A new friendship that both you and Soonyoung hoped would become more.

xx End xx

Sorry it was so short and probably not the best, I am writing these the day before they come out at this point lol

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[chaostroberry1]

heyy, how are you doing❔i hope everything is going well for you and that you are having a good day/evening 🤍

may i request romantic ror x reader in this comical yet cute scenario where bf is lying his head on his partner’s tummy to relax but the stomach just won’t shut up?? i once watched a video of a couple doing this and the bf complained with a “why is your stomach talking so much shit today?” which made me cackle 😭 i think it was adorable honestly. you can make it either a story or headcanons, whatever you would like❕

characters would be thor, hades and poseidon🤍

Hello anon!! Thank you for the request!! This is actually so cute and funny to think about🤭

ROR Men with darling's talkative belly

Thor, hades, Poseidon

Thor

- he had just finished doing some stuff and running errands for himself around the place. That being- striking fear into those who walked passed him.

-ofc he needed a place to rest. And like any strong soldier/fighter, he chose eto rest at the best place. Your stomach.

- you didn't mind, as long as he was comfortable, things like these always came as a surprise for those who witness it, not really like they can say anything about it tho.

-all of a sudden, you hear him speak. "It's so talkative.."

- you laugh at his complaint, telling him "it's just In a good mood."

- he let out a hum, continuing to listen to whatever was going on inside of there, giving it a small kiss before closing his eyes and resting.

- he liked hearing you breathe, anything that had something to do with you was always his medicine. It healed him in a way, both spiritually and physically.

- like he could be bleeding out, but as long as you give him a kiss, he's all fine.

- going back to him resting on you, his arms tighten around you even more, but not in a way to hurt your fragile figure.

- you were probably gonna be stuck in that position for a while ..

Hades

- hades had finished doing some work, regarding stuff from the underworld and letters from his dear brother zues about meetings that he needed to attend in Valhalla.

- he wanted to soothe his nerves, and what better way to do that when he can go visit you?

- you were the only thing he could look forward to in the boring and lonely place of the underworld. You were the light he seemed whenever he was consumed by darkness.

- He walked over to you, in the big bedroom, immediately cuddling into you after a long day of work. Just what he needed.

- he planted a kiss on your face before sinking into the soft mound of flesh. Staying quiet until...

"you have quite the talkative belly, dearest."

- he let out a chuckle when you responded with, "it's just very excited that you're here."

- "shall it be then."

- he loved listening to it, no complaints made unlike the other two if yk what I mean.

- maybe one day, you'll have an actual mini human inside your belly for him to listen to--

- okay let's not go that far. You guys still have so much time before that happens. But it WILL happen, once everything is prepared. And once you both are ready.

- he'd listen to your belly, and then go like-

"it has a point."

- as long as it's you, he won't mind. He loves you very much, and he will make sure eto keep it that way forever.

- he likes to put kisses on your belly, or rub circles on it, just for fun. The bond between you two— and the belly ig — was strong.

...

- he sighs softly, closing his eyes and sleeping. He knew he'd have such a good rest after this.

Poseidon

- "why is your stomach talking so much shit today?"

- yeah straight to the point here we are. Bro has beef with your belly.

- it was so noisy and wouldn't stop yapping at all. Reminds him of two brothers of his...(Adamas and zues. if yk, you know.)

- and this man was not patient. He was not gonna take this level of disrespect from a mound of flesh. How dare it do such.

- call him dramatic, but he ain't taking it.

- I bet he'd randomly rant to it about his day, while your fingers softly caress his hair. Like didn't he just complain about it being noisy?

- I know dam well there would be moments where he'd randomly take pauses, letting the belly speak, before continuing to rant.

- he didn't like how it talked so much shit, for a belly, it really knew how to speak it's words, didn't it?

- you were his angel, but that thing was a demon. How dare it.

- you'd just giggle and listen to him. Him and that stomach of yours really had a telepathic connection, huh?

- he slowly dosed off to sleep, after his nightly session of ranting. Sleeping soundly, still laying on your stomach.

[rottindecay]

hi～sorry to disturb you！I'm new to this fandom and in the hope of talking with someone else.🥺🥺🥺 i notice that you write requests for Eric Draven👉👈...could you please write something like a crossover head canon👉👈like David from lost boys being bestie with Eric （as i just read somewhere yesterday that Kiefer Sutherland was close to Brandon Lee and even the one who introduced Eliza Hutton to Lee. 👉👈）Or maybe just write a vampire Eric Draven AU please🥺🥺🥺🌹.

OH MY GOD ANNON. THATS SUCH AN AMAZING IDEA! Thanks for the request!

I haven’t seen THE LOST BOYS movie in like a million years and sadly, I don’t write for them. that might change though!

So this post is gunna be about Vampire!Eric Draven x Reader !

𝑹⛧𝑻' s Note (1): also soo sorry I made this super late, lots of stuff is happening in my life such as school and other things so I hope you don’t mind too much! I've also been grounded for some time now so if this layout looks a bit weird, I'm writing this on computer.

𝑹⛧𝑻' s Note (2): also im so sorry if this is ass i dont know much about vampires.. lol

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who writes poetry about you and for you. whether it’s about how much he loves you, or how beautiful you look under the moonlight. anything that comes to mind when he thinks about you, he is writing down on paper and giving it to you once he’s done or he's putting them in a pile full of other his poetry he has written for you but didn't gift.

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who feels bad when you give yourself up to him for when he is in need of blood. He hates hurting you in any way and will always feels guilty when he does do it, even after you say how it’s completely okay and you’re fine with it.

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who when is done feeding on you, would patch any wounds up he might have left on you. he would hug and cuddle you and tell you how amazing and lovely you are as he kisses your patched up scars.

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who would give you nicknames such as love, dove, my rose, angel…

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who is overly clingy towards you, but it’s not like you mind at all.

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who stalks you at night when you’re at walking around or doing anything outside of your guy's shared apartment. He doesn't tell he does this; he just wants to make sure nobody is going to hurt you.

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who watches you sleep at night since he isn't tired from sleeping all day. He admires your beauty from the one lit candle he has in the room and is astonished by how or why you chose him out of any other good-looking guys.

𖤐 . . Speaking of sleep.. Vampire!Eric Draven who will see you randomly taking a nap on the couch or bed and would just sit there and just stare admire you. He could do this for hours and hours on end and wouldn't get even the slightest bit of boredom.

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who is like an actual crow. He would randomly give you things that reminded himself of you like roses, or just any cute looking trinkets he finds laying on the ground when he's out patrolling the night.

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven who when gifting you roses, would cut the thorns off of it first before handing it to you because he's scared that if you prick yourself on one of those thorns and smell the blood running down from your wound, he doesn't know if he could handle himself with the smell of your sweet... delicious... tasty... blood...

𖤐 . . Vampire!Eric Draven when you do accidently get pricked by something, would walk up to you and try to contain himself. He would ask if you're alright, but you can see the hunger in his eyes when he looks down at your freshly cut wound. After noticing this, you would ask him if he wants some of your blood but he's hesitant (as always) but gives in once he knows your 100% fine with it.

[in1-nutshell]

Hello again! I was wondering if you could do autobots and deceptions reacting to a buddy who is a special agent that in day to day life acts silly and mischievous but when it comes down to it (their missions) they loose all sense of silliness and will do anything to complete their mission. And when I mean anything, I mean they ate an entire horse heart to stay in character when they were on a spy mission. If not that’s totally fine, I just thought it sounded cool :) have a lovely day/night and remover to eat and drink something.

Cool challenge! I've read some writings with this trope, but never gotten to write one until now. Since no continuity was specified, I randomly chose one. If you want any specific continuity, please let me know with its characters. Trying some new writing styles, let me know if this is okay. Let us see Agent Buddy at work.

Hope you enjoy!

Autobots and Decepticons reaction to Human Buddy the agent who is very clumsy outside their job but opposite on the job

SFW, platonic, mention of violence but it is brief and not explicit, Human reader

TFP

Optimus Prime

He believes that Buddy is a good assist to the team/ family. The team met Buddy through Fowler as his partner. So, they have known each other for a couple of years.

During the time before the Cons showed up Buddy would make more visits to the base than Fowler and displayed some of their clumsier sides to them.

Buddy slipping on thin air.

“Do you require any assistance?”--Optimus

“No thanks Prime I’ll just be getting—”--Buddy

Buddy slips again.

“…I strongly urge you got to Ratchet for assistance.”—Optimus

Optimus found it a bit concerning the first few slips at the base. They seemed to slip on something random or on nothing at all. He had a conversation with Fowler about it.

“Prime?”--Fowler

“Greetings Agent Fowler. I wish to talk to you concerning Buddy.”--Optimus

“Did they punch themselves opening a pickle jar again?”--Fowler

“…I beg your pardon?”--Optimus

Fowler had to explain that that was how they operated outside of missions. Buddy turned into an extremely serious person when they had a dangerous job to do. They made sure that they got it done no matter what it took. That if they were being a klutz that meant that they were comfortable enough to show their true self.

Optimus a bit felt touched by this.

That doesn’t mean he stops worrying about Buddy when they end up slipping on a stray puddle.

The first time he sees Buddy serious was something he wasn’t going to forget.

It was if another being had possessed the fun-loving person he knew and replaced them with a hardened soldier doing their job with quick efficiency.

Much prefers Buddy being clumsy than what he witnessed.

“The mission has been accomplished. Thank you for your assistance, Buddy.”--Optimus

Buddy salutes.

“The danger is over for now. Let us go back to the base.”--Optimus

“Let go then Boss—”--Buddy

Buddy slips on a stray puddle.

“…Do you require assistance?”--Optimus

“…Yes please…”--Buddy

Ratchet

Questions how Buddy is even an agent. He has made some jabs about Buddy being a klutz.

He worries for them every time they slip or get hurt after one of their incidents.

Buddy missing the last step on the stairs falling on their back.

“Are you alright?”

“…Yep, just give me a second.”

He does get a one on one with Fowler about how Buddy works.

“How do you deal with them?”--Ratchet

“Deal with who?”--Fowler

“With Buddy and their messes. Its almost as if they do this on purpose!”--Ratchet

“Hey! Buddy does not do this type of thing on purpose!”--Fowler

CRASH!

“…Can someone help? I’m stuck in the wall again.”--Buddy

“Again.”--Fowler

“Excuse me, again!?”--Ratchet

 In a way Ratchet is touched in how Buddy seemed to be comfortable around them to show their true colors.

When he witnesses Buddy in Mission mode, he nearly does a double take. That person was not Buddy, but he knew it was them.

He has seen soldiers look like that too often.

The look of a battle harden soldier who has seen some horrific things.

Yet as if a switch were flipped, Buddy would be back being their usual self when the threats are over. Ratchet does eventually apologize for the harsh treatment from before.

He now carries two first aid kits for humans.

One for the kids and one for Buddy.

“It’s quiet.”--Ratchet

“I thought you like quiet?”--Bulkhead

“I do. But something is missing…”--Ratchet

“Like what?”--Bulkhead

“…What where’s Buddy?”--Ratchet

BANG!

“There they are.”--Ratchet

Bumblebee

He is concerned over Buddy.

Sure, he has his slip ups too, but never this often.

At one point he was their second shadow making sure that they wouldn’t get hurt. Or try and stop any potential dangers from happening.

“How’s it going Bee? Any luck with Buddy?”--Bulkhead

“Beep bop bep beeep bep beep beep bep bep beep bop booop bop. (I have stopped them from slipping on several stray puddles, catched 6 rubber band balls from hitting them and saved them 15 times from falling down the stairs.)”—Bumblebee

“Wow. Hey, where is Buddy anyways?”--Bulkhead

“Oh, they’re right—wait where--”--Bumblebee

SPLOOSH!

“Man! These were new pants too!”--Buddy

“…”--Bulkhead

“…”--Bumblebee

“Bee—”--Bulkhead

“BEEEP! (WWHHHHYYYY!)”--Bumblebee

He does express his concerns to Optimus, who in return, tells him about Buddy.

Bumblebee kind of wants to see them serious after that conversation. He wants to meet the serious Buddy and compare it to the Buddy he knows.

He did not like it.

Buddy when they got serious reminded him of the war all around him. They reminded him of fellow soldiers he fought with and loss.

He didn’t like these haunting reminders.

Is surprised how quickly the switch is but welcomes it wholeheartedly.

“Umm… Bee you, okay?”--Buddy

Bumblebee hugging Buddy close.

“Boop beeep bop. (Don’t do that again, please. I like this you not scary you.)”--Bumblebee

“What do you mean scary?”--Buddy

Beep bep bop. (Shhh! Don’t talk about scary you.)”--Bumblebee

Arcee

Like Ratchet, Arcee questions how in the world was Buddy even qualified to be an agent. Has witnessed many of Buddy’s blunders and has now become concern for their health.

She worried that there might be something wrong with them.

“Are you sure you don’t want Ratchet to take a look at you?--Arcee

“I’m fine! See, fit as a fiddle!”--Buddy

“…There’s a hole in your pants.”--Arcee

“…��--Buddy

She gets the Buddy talk from Optimus. Arcee doesn’t quite believe it at first. No one can flip a switch that fast, can they?

Buddy can.

Arcee very surprised in how fast Buddy went serious after falling from the railing 5 minutes ago. She takes stride in this Buddy; this is something she has worked with and has become familiar too.

But at the same time, it seems off.

There were things that she knew the Buddy she knew would be against, yet this Buddy was doing the exact opposite.

Strangely relieved that they go back to how they were before. She tries to find some logic to it, but eventually lets it be.

Buddy watch out!”--Arcee

“Watch—”--Buddy

Buddy gets nailed in the face by a beach ball.

“… Sometimes I wonder how you are an agent here.”--Arcee

“Same thing Arcee. Same thing.”--Buddy

Bulkhead

He is walking on eggshells around Buddy.

Bulkhead likes Buddy and all, but they give him mini spark attacks every time they get hurt.

Most of the time it ends up with him taking Buddy to Ratchet or giving them a first aid kit and asking if there was anything else he could do.

“Are you sure this is all you need? I can always get you to Ratchet.”--Bulkhead

“Thanks for the concern, Bulkhead, but I’m fine.”--Buddy

“You missed the second step at the top of the stairs and faceplanted on the ground.”--Bulkhead

“And? I’ve done worse things than that.”--Buddy

“Care to elaborate?”--Bulkhead

“Nah.”--Buddy

Bulkhead does question from time to time about them being qualified for being an agent but remembers that if they are Fowler’s partner then that meant that they brought something good to the table.

When the switch is flipped, he thinks that it might be an imposter. Bulkhead thinks its another fake Wheeljack incident all over again.

The Buddy he knows isn’t that serious.

But it is them.

The look in Buddy’s eyes is too familiar to him. He had seen that look all while he worked in the Wreckers.

Hard eyes, No remorse eyes, Dangerous eyes.

Bulkhead is on edge the entire time Buddy is like this. He is so glad that they go back to their normal selves.

He does ask Buddy about it after the whole ordeal is over.

“So… what was that all about?”--Bulkhead

“What thing?”--Buddy

“The thing when we were on the mission. That thing.”--Bulkhead

“Oh, I just get a bit serious, that’s all, no harm.”--Buddy

“You threaten to beat a MECH soldier with their own arm if they didn’t give you the key card.”--Bulkhead

“Yeah? Its just a little serious.”--Buddy

“…We have different definitions of serious Buddy.”—Bulkhead

Wheeljack

When he met Buddy, he thought they were a random klutzy civilian. Wheeljack did not expect them to be an agent like Fowler.

He silently questions Buddy when they meet again but has learned better to judge someone’s first impression.

“So, you’re Fowler’s partner?”--Wheeljack

“Yes, and you’re Bulkhead’s partner?”--Buddy

“Yes, I am. Though you don’t look like an agent.”--Wheeljack

“What makes you say that?”--Buddy

“Your hand is stuck in the vending machine.”--Wheeljack

“I paid for my muffin. I’m going to get my muffin.”--Buddy

Wheeljack gets the Buddy talk from Bulkhead. He thinks at first that Bulkhead might have been exaggerating when he said that it was as if Buddy turned into a different person.

He wrote it off as a laugh.

Until he saw the change himself.

It was a bit unsettling, but he doesn’t have much time to poke at it

He sees the changes in their body language and the shift in their eyes.

Wrecker eyes.

Commander eyes.

Soldier eyes.

Like Bulkhead, Wheeljack is happy that Buddy gets back to normal. He does understand that Buddy wants to keep certain things out of their personal life, but it was scary to say the least.

“Buddy?”--Wheeljack

“Wheeljack, fancy meeting you here.”--Buddy

“One, I live here. Two, how did you get inside the vending machine? There’s not even a dent in it?”--Wheeljack

“I work in mysterious ways Wheeljack, now if you’d be so kind and pass me the crowbar.”--Buddy

Ultra Magnus

Magnus actively questions why Buddy is an agent.

They held no backbone, no discipline! They give him a spark attack every time they move awkwardly.

“Ultra Magnus, sir.”--Buddy

“Soldier… may I ask how did you get into this situation?”—Ultra Magnus

“Well, it involved a banana, some orange juice, a broom, and a Roomba with a switch blade.”--Buddy

“…”—Ultra Magnus

“… You regret asking, don’t you?”--Buddy

“I regret asking.”—Ultra Magnus

Magnus comes from a good place but the way he says it comes off the wrong way. He gets the talk from both Fowler and Optimus.

He somewhat understanding afterwards.

Magnus had seen some fellow soldiers act like this before, but it seemed like millennia ago. He is the easiest to transition with when they flip the switch. Afterall, he had some experience with bots that acted similar to this.

He secretly doesn’t like this change.

While he can appreciate the seriousness needed for the situation, it felt as if he where fighting alongside a stranger rather than a fellow companion.

He relaxes a little when Buddy goes back to normal.

Magnus does apologies to Buddy for the comments earlier.

“…”—Ultra Magnus

Buddy hanging upside down from some wires they got tangled in trying to get a paper airplane down for the kids.

“…”—Buddy

“Tell me the story later…”—Ultra Magnus

“Okay, Magnus.”--Buddy

Smokescreen

Nervous and excited are two words to describe him when he is with Buddy.

Nervous because he genuinely thought that Buddy was dying the first time, he was exposed to their shenanigans. Excited because they were as up tight as the rest of the team, and they were an agent.

“So how did you and Fowler meet?”--Smokescreen

“Well…”--Buddy

“They ran into the wall right by our boss’s office. They had a bloody nose and I helped them with it right before our boss said we would be teaming up.”--Fowler

He has defended Buddy’s actions to teammates that have made a slight jab at their clumsiness. This was before he knew about their more serious side. Smokescreen thought that it was just their personality, nothing more.

It wasn’t until he accidentally made an insensitive comment about Buddy’s personality does Optimus give him the talk. Smokescreen honestly doesn’t believe it for a second. He thinks it’s a team prank.

There was no way that Buddy would act like that, ever. He eats his words when the switch is flipped.

Smokescreen is floored with how Buddy starts acting.

Buddy starts acting like a hard-core commander, like the ones that were on Cybertron and he does not like this.

Smokescreen physically exhales when Buddy goes back to normal.

He makes sure to apologizes for the comment later.

“C’mon Buddy we have to go!”--Smokescreen

“Coming ‘Smokes. I’m—”--Buddy

Buddy slips on a puddle.

“…Are you dead?”--Smokescreen

Megatron

Megatron has only managed to capture Buddy one time and he has to say that they are a hard thing for an organic.

There is some respect earned after the round of torture dealt with. He believes that they are just another hardened soldier by the way they acted around him during their time together.

He does a double take when he sees surveillance footage of them slipping and face planting on the ground.

He has to ask Soundwave that if that was the human he tortured not too long ago.

Megatron is in denial that that klutz is the war harden organic that he tortured.

Buddy slips on a puddle.

“That’s not them.”--Megatron

Starscream

Starscream was the bot that was in charge of torturing Buddy.

He had to admit it, but Buddy was a tougher nut to crack compared to the other human pet. This one didn’t pass out till much later than the other one.

But Starscream hated this one. They had the bearings to call him out while they were getting tortured.

He was familiar with the look in the humans’ eyes.

Cold and unforgiving eyes.

Eerily similar to of Lord Megatron’s own optics.

He swears to squish that human again when he gets the chance. Starscream is convinced that the human on Soundwaves surveillance is simply another human.

All humans look the same anyways.

That human did not have the same look in their eyes.

Buddy slips on a puddle.

“Tsh. Humans are such a klutz.”--Starscream

Soundwave

Soundwave took a bit of a liking to this human.

The human had some witty banter and an air around them that was all too familiar on the Nemesis. He can respect them so much.

A soldier to a soldier. The eyes tell everything.

He found the surveillance footage of them outside a remote convenance store slipping on a puddle. Soundwave shared it with the rest of the higher ups.

Not many believe that the human was the same one that was on board the Nemesis not so long ago. He knows its them and is a bit curious about who they really are now.

Maybe a visit could be required…

Buddy slips on a puddle.

Soundwave saves the video for later.

Knockout and Breakdown

They don’t know too much about the human that was recently tortured and rescued.

All they know from the gossip vine was that this one not only didn’t squeal anything but also made comments on Starscreams ability to torture.

Knockout as much as he doesn’t like Humans does want to meet them.

Breakdown meet them too. Anyone who has the bearings to talk back to Starscream is okay in his book.

They saw the surveillance of a human falling in a puddle and are confused.

They don’t get that it was the same human that was there.

Buddy slips on a puddle.

“Ow! That looked like that hurt.”--Breakdown

“Those pants are definitely ruined.”--Knockout

Dreadwing • Dreadwing had heard stories about the human that back talked Starscream over a torture session. • He never meets them though. Dreadwing does not have time to deal with this sort of thing even though it does spike his interest a bit. • He doesn’t think too much about the video of the human falling. • Everyone falls what’s the point?

• Buddy slips on a puddle. • “…Okay?…”--Dreadwing

Shockwave

Shockwave doesn’t know the human existed until Starscream came in to complain about them.

He doesn’t care about them. They have no part in his projects or the cause.

Shockwave sees the video and is one of the first to link it to the previous human that was tortured.

Though their behavior was… illogical for such an agent of their stature.

Simply illogical.

Buddy slips on a puddle.

Shockwave’s illogical senses go off.

“…Illogical…”--Shockwave

Predaking

Predaking hears about this human pest from Starscream’s whining and the gossip vine in the Nemesis.

When he manages to get a hold of the data pads to gain knowledge about himself and his brethren, he also saw the footage of the torture session. Never had he felt much pity for an organic life form than at that moment.

He found himself cheering at the human talking back to Starscream but also wincing when the blows were delivered.

The next video he saw was the same human slipping on a puddle.

He is confused.

How could the fearless human from the previous video be the same as the careless human that couldn’t even move past a puddle be the same.

He is going to visit them one of these days to get an answer.

“This is Autobot base—”--Ratchet

“GET SOMEONE HERE NOW!”--Buddy

“Buddy!? What’s going on!?”--Ratchet

“YOU’RE DRAGON IS CHASING ME! HE’S ASKING SOMETHING ABOUT A VIDEO? I DON’T REALLY KNOW! GET SOMEONE HERE, NOW!”—Buddy

“Human, are you and the one on video the same?”—Predaking

“WHO ARE YOU?!”--Buddy

[armenianwriterman]

So, this is it. The end of Rooster Teeth. The end of something I spent half of my life watching. I got into RT through randomly stumbling across Season 1 of Death Battle by chance and I never looked back. I spent more than half of my life watching their stuff, laughing along with their jokes, and being inspired by the people who made it. They were a source of joy in my life, especially in times when I really needed it. The talent and passion of those that worked there always shined through on everything they did. To those who worked there, I'm sorry it ended the way it did, and I wish them the best of luck as you go forwards. I'll always remember the heart and soul they put in, the engrossing stories they told, and hilarious insanity you really can't find anywhere else.

But, while there was a lot of good, there was also a lot of bad. The crunch, the toxic bro culture, the sexual predator that worked there for 12 years, it was a mess. It is horrible that any of this happened at all, and to those who were effected by it, I am so sorry you had to go through that. I felt terrible about being sad it closing for this reason, but after some reflection, I think what I'm really sad about is how much it meant to people. Me, the other fans, and all the employees, anyone who saw the goodbye stream could testify to that.

From that shared meaning spawned a community that I was a part of. One that unquestionably had a lot of problems as well, (I'm definitely not going to miss the anti-woke grifters when they inevitably move on to the next thing), but a community nonetheless. I don't really talk about my personal life on here much but, I'm not good with social interactions or maintaining relationships with people I don't see daily. I haven't ever really had a job before despite my attempts to get one, and well, given that I want to work in the TV/Film industry and the state that it's currently in...yeah. I sometimes feel like a failure, wonder why I should even bother trying.

But with RT, I had a community of people who were like me. People who I could nerd out with and not really worry about alienating. People I could laugh and cry with. I felt like I had a place here like I never really did elsewhere. One of my big regrets is that I never had the opportunity to go to a fan event and meet others in my community in person. But the good news is, despite the company closing, the community is still going to stick around for a long time. The fanmade archives are a thing, and many of the shows are either already going to continue, or in talks to continue.

Tonight, I decided to watch one final thing on their website and I chose Red vs Blue Season 13, partly because it's one of my favorite, if not the favorite, things this media company ever put out. But I also chose it because of the ending. Because even when things are bleak, even when the future is uncertain, there will always be hope that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, that your friends (and Rooster Teeth employees in this case) will all eventually be okay. In other words, because in the end, you just have to have faith. Ain't that a bitch?

Being a fan wasn't always easy, but I look around at everyone talking about what Rooster Teeth and its community meant to them, and I know that is why we were here. And I'm glad I was here with all of you.

❤️🤍🖤💛, 🟨🟨🟨🟨⬛, 🔴🆚🔵

[h0ney-san]

✑ "Magic in your hold"

[Holw!Creator Au]

CW: NB Reader (im trying-), PLATONIC Reader & Bennett, mentions of Razor and Barbara, Bennett is called "My child" and "Sleeping beuty". Benny having bad luck as always, angst at the middle part(?, Benny close to death- bad writting and mistakes, English is not my first lenguaje.

A/N: Okay after a big brake and re writting this thing on like 6 times i can finally post THE BEGGINING PART of this series ( please kill me ), i wanted to post it all together, but since i haven't post in mounts i prefer to do this in separated parts so you can enjoy it. I'm sorry I taked to long, a lot of things have happened in my personal life...

You can see it more in a normal SAGAU rather that SAGAU imposter AU. This takes place after Fontaine Archon Quest!

His bad luck is back again.

As Bennett was in the branch of a large tree, avoiding the rocks that 3 Hilichurls are throwning at him, he can't stop thinking back some months ago, where his life was the best he have ever dream.

Back in the day the Almigthy Creator woke up from their sleep and took the Traveler as their first vassel, he was daydreaming of ever meeting them, since he haves memory, he can remember his dads telling him bedtime storys and legends of the Almigthy Creator, of how they made this word, bless it and mold all with care and love for all of them was something they did often when he was more little, never he could imagine that the literally Creator of all would woke up in Mondstatd, something that just elders pray about to see with their eyes, something that young ones hope that their generation would have the pride to tell about, it finally happend.

You can even imagine his exciment when he notice how other vision holders began to be grap in the wram embrace of the Guide of the elements, not only from Mondstatd, but also Liyue and even some from Inazuma and Sumeru and Fontaine! You could heard the loud "GASP" he let out when non other that Razor was chosen as a vassel from miles away, how his eyes sparkle as he saw the vassels walk by, showing the artifacts and wepons their Grace gift to them with pride ( Even tho that at the begining they were just random and din't really fit them... ).

Slowly but surely, people around Teyvat began to randomly be chosen as a vassel, and he could only wish to be one of them, he tried his hardest to cach their goddly sigth for just a second, fithing enemies that other adventures fear ( Even tho he end up in Mondtastd church to be heal by Barbara ), getting inside a ancient ruin to get a legendary artifact ( Wich was just a rumor and it din't exist such thing ), heck, he even began to pray harder before going to sleep to the point of almost dessesperation, as his dads peeked thro his door staring at him, kneling infront of his bed almost screaming.

✑⸻"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DEAR CREATOR PLEASE-"

As just time pass, he began to get a bit anxius, more and more people he know were chossed as vassels, but not him... Razor, Barbara, Kaeya, Lisa, Amber, The Traveler, Noelle, all discribe from a different perspective how it was the felling of becoming a vassel, something that he really wanted, but knowing his luck... the only thing he could had is hope.

One late nigth, when his constellecion was shining for all to see in the dark of Mondstatd, his bad luck hit again, making him running around to cach a owl that steald his sword, he presenciate something that fit the tittle of Miracle, a meteor shower start, as he know from the tales...

"When the meteor shower start and your constelaccion is up in the sky, theres a chance that they see you, and take you as their new vassel"

As the sky began to shine, he have see it before, normally theres a purple glow on it, and people have said that if they chose you, that beuthiful purple glow start would approuch you.

Aneixiety began to grow in his stomach, going up to his throt. He cross his fingers and murmur under his breath.

✑⸻"Please... please"

Forgeting about his now lost sword, Bennett began to pray, closing his eyes hard and taking a deep breath, feeling the wind pass thro his hair softly, and how his hands tremble a bit, it was almost as time have pause itself.

When he slowly open his eyes, he meet a shiny purple glow that stryke him... quite literally, because he feel backwards as the star hit him all over the face-

Even with the way it began, he can swerd for his life that that was the luckyes day he will ever have and had.

To his great surprise, the Almigthy Creator adore him! He felt a blush on his checks as he heard the voice of non other that the Gods of Gods, prise him, and call him cute names that only his fathers call him, the nickname they use more to call him was "My child" ( Tho he notice that they call "My child" almost everyone around his age or below, but still he was the first to be call that. ), they spend a good amount of time farming artifacts meant for him, swords? Now he have a good hand to pick of, as the the Almigthy above is always getting new wepons and they always see if theres one that cold fit him, he knows is a support, he have heard it from the Creator one or two times, but it still make him feel so especial to know that the Almigthy Creator has favorites and he is one of them... wich sooner or later, make him actually see the Almigthy Creator as a parental figure.

Along side them, his bad luck dessapeard, chest were not affected by his bad luck, weather? Nope, teamates? Never, now that they have make him stronger he was not only able to protect himself, but now his others... Countless adventures, powerfull enemies, lovely escenarys, all that he dream of when he was back in his normal life have came real... Or so he thogth.

Because dreams are that, dreams, and one way or another, you would wake up.

Maybe it was his fault for becoming so dependient of them.

Maybe it was his fault for letting his guard down.

Maybe he could have do something to prevent them for dissapear.

But after all, he is a mere mortal, a teeneger.

Six months back, some time after that Fontaine was saved from the profesy, he wake up and make his day, everything was normal, all people were doing their own things, but... he some how feel... out of place, like something its wrong, one of his first mistakes was think that it was his imagintaion or after the Creator appeard like usual and take control over him he would feel better, but they din't show up.

Its not so out of place that they din't appear for time to time, but this time it feel... different, he can't put his finger on it, but it feel weird.

So, him, the vassels, archons and Teyvat wait.

And waited.

And waited...

And... waited...

They didn't return back.

People began get worried around Teyvat, trying to figure out where are they and if they are okay, but when the preyers and vassels call their holy name there was no anwser...

Its almost as they didn't exist, like it was before their awakening, the vision holders that were filled with their warm often, now feel more cold that they would have before, and the more terrefing thing was, the things they got for them slowly losse their holy aura.

The artifacts? Began lo lose the color they had.

The wepons? Began to be normal ones that were capable of getting broke.

The visions? They don't shine as they used to.

And slowly, his bad luck was back again.

Today was one of these days.

The wind took his map out of his reach, he got loss, it began to rain, a bunch of Hilichurls hunt him down, and last but not least, the sword they took a bunch of materials to level up for him, broke in two when he was figthing the Hilichurls back...

He was huging the handle of the now broke sword, something that remind him of the Almigthy Creator, as he tried to make the Hillichurls go away, swinging the sword at them.

✑⸻"Sho! Sho! Bad Hilichurls! Ba- H- hey! Stop trowing rocks at me!- Ouch- nOT THE SLIMES-"

He tried to cover himself as the Hilichurls began to tried pull up Pyro slimes to tried to hit him, but... they just suddenly stop their accions, and were staring at him ( Kind of, the masks make it hard to know if they are looking at him... )

✑⸻"Huh?... Why did they suddenly-"

Bennett couldn't finnish the sentence before the three Hilichurs run for dear life, did he scared them-?? Or-

✑⸻"W-WHOA-! WH-WHAT IS GOING ON-?!"

The ground began to shake to much it made him almost trip and fall, clinging to the tree for balance, he began to hear... the sound of a machine, clocks, old metal of a heavy height, that was just behide him.

✑⸻"[Please don't be a Ruind Guard, please don't be a Ruin Guard, please don't-]"

Slowly looking backwards with his eyes closes he began to pray every divine being to protect him, to pray it wasn't a Ruin Guard, the loud noises of foosteps made by a giant machine steping agains the wet grass, the cold wind and the rain souding hardly againts his ears, Bennett slowly open one of his eyes.

Oh! That's not a Ruin Guard.

.

.

.

That's NOT a Ruin Guard!!

✑⸻"WHAT IN BARBATOS-"

A machine much larger that a Ruin Guard, or any machines he have seen in Mondstandt, so large that even the large tree he was on look like a tiny branch, it seams like its made of pices of old metal and ruins, wet thanks to the rain, and making loud noises as it walks, that thing breaths fire... he can't quiet cach it all, because that thing is almost gonna crush the tree he is clinging-

✑⸻"OH OH- NO NO NO- W-WHOA!!"

His luck again betrays him, but this time, it puts him rigth in the line of life and death.

He tried to get down of the tree as quick and safe posible, but not only thanks by the ground shaking and the wet branch he was on, he slips and falls, before all turns dark, before he hits the ground, before he is crush to death by that thing, his only wish is...

✑⸻"[Dear creator... Please save me...]"

Maybe after death, he can finally feel their warmt again.

.

.

.

Huh

.

.

.

Was this after death?

.

.

.

Is more... boring that he spected.

Just... black

.

.

.

And felling warm.

.

.

.

Warm?-

✑⸻"Heeey... kiddo? Have you alredy woke up-?"

... huh?

A voice talk to him softly, and he did his best to look like he is still sleeping ( he clearly looks like he is just playing dumb- ) and tried to know were is he, relaying on his sense of touch, Bennett can tell he isn't in the wild, that he is on... a sofa, probably- with a blanket cover him up and cotton bandages that hug his brusies softly.

Slowly open his eyes, his vision was blury, but one thing is sure, theres fire close to him, and there someone here in this room with him...

✑⸻"Good morning sleeping beauty, did you have a good rest?"

Is-

.

.

.

Is the fire talking?!

Jumping on the couch, now fully awake, Bennett frote his eyes multiple times to clear his view- is he in a coma? A dream? Alucination? He haves never heard of something like this before!

✑⸻"W-wait-!? Are you alive?!"

✑⸻"Of course i am, why would you think im not?"

The talking fire was... weird, it had eyes, and a mouth, being in a old looking fire place cover in ashes, close to the sofa he was in, it seams like it also haves hands, because rigth now it pull some fresh wood agains their flamimg body to burn even more.

✑⸻"You almost gives us a heart attack, you know? Finding you pass out in the middle of the way to the north of Mondstatd while it was raining was somethimg we weren't expecting at all... You feel alrigth? Your brusies were pretty bad, and im not very sure if the healing magic work out... you really have a BAD curse you know?"

Getting out of his shock, Bennett quickly check himself out, looking at the clean new bandages he can tell they were recent, his body don't really hurt like it normaly do, he feels just like when Barbara finish to heal him, or when the holy power of the Creator heal him...

Curse? What does that mean- is it refering to his bad luck?

✑⸻"I uh- yes! i feel great, thank you...?"

✑⸻"Im Calcifer, a extremely powerful fire demon and protector of this place, nice to meet you kid... its have been a while that i don't introduce myself like that-"

✑⸻"Demon!? Wait- uh- can you tell me where are we?? I remember falling from a branch because i wanted to escape from a giant machine that was going to crush me- and- how long i been sleeping??"

✑⸻"We are in (•••) castle, its very messy around here, so don't go wandering around here- (•••) haven't clean around here for a while now and i totally refuse to do it for them... and, you have been sleeping like... one and half day? Most likely"

✑⸻"I been sleeping that long?! Crap! my fathers are gonna get worried!!-"

Bennett tried to stand up, but with just his first step he fell to the floor and Calcifer got to the edge of the old fire wood

✑⸻"Hey- slow down kid!- you haven't eat anything for a while, even if you were sleep you body haven't recarge the energy lost, you know? Not to mention the weird escenario you were on before you pass out"

✑⸻"But- [sigh] i need to go back, i been far from home before but- this time they don't know were i am..."

✑⸻"Well, sorry to get you out of your bubble, but you are wounden and we are almost at the north of Mondstatd, if you try to go home like this, im pretty sure you will have a pretty bad death"

Bennett, looked at Calcifer defeated, sighing and re incorporing slowly in the sofa, as he began to murmur

✑⸻"[Sigh] Can you... Can you atleast help me to go back? Please?"

✑⸻"Umm-..."

Calcifer looked away avoiding the puppy eyes of Bennett, and seem a bit nervous by the question.

✑⸻"Erm... Listen kid... I can't-"

Calcifer was abruply interrupted by the sound of a door being open, the craking woodfloor as fast footsteps where heard.

✑⸻"Calficer, we need to move 50 meter away please, i just saw some treasure-... horders..."

The person let mid sentence as they saw Bennett, full awake.

✑⸻"Uh... welcome back (•••)!..."

This was going to be a really long day...

Holy Jesus Christ on a bike, it took me long for posting, I'm really sorry, things have happened and I completely forgot about posting this, I really hope you like it...

For now...

See y'all!!

⸻ h0ney 🍯🐝.

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@originalcollectivedragon

[hazbinhazmeinachokehold]

Hii,Saw your requests were open so

Can i plz have were the reader is a cat plush that has blue and white(or any color)night gown and hat.Where they are always sleepy and has a little floating crescent moon that follows them around and they can sleep on it when it grows in size?Plz and take u:)

A/n: You didn't specify who so I just chose random characters. I hope that's okay! If you wanted someone else just send another request

Lucifer: Finds you adorable. He does not think you deserve to be in Hell, I mean sure you’ve committed the sin of sloth but that's nothing compared to others in Hell. That's nothing compared to those in the hotel! (excluding Charlie ofc.) If you let him, he'd like to hold you on his lap while he works. If it wasn't for the moon he'd be there to catch you if you randomly fall asleep.

Charlie: Squealing. Her energy tires you out more but she means well. if you let her she'd squish your face. Tries to encourage you to be more awake. She’s not trying to be mean but you'd be closer to redeeming yourself if you were awake for the redeeming exercises. I think she'd find the moon thing cool.

Husk: Fellow cats! He gets the feeling of always being tired. Unlike the other two, you'd have to ask for touch. I like to think that he would subconsciously pet you if you allowed him. Often sits in comfortable silence. Also, a moon that lets you sleep when and wherever you want? Do you have an extra he could borrow?

[smuttysabina]

Aria gets Bullied at School

(Ariasaki x Lilypichu x Pokimane x Jodi x Jaime, 3.9k Words)

Tags: Lesbians, moral corruption, degeneracy, cunnilingus, some poor girl getting finger-blasted, lots of boobs, even more kissing, hints of romance, wow that's an unreasonable amount of squirt, I hope they're staying hydrated.

A/N: Also I thought commissioning some art for this would be fun lol

"...So anyways, he just busts in my mouth..." "...Oh my god was it a lot...?" "...Then he starts crying about some other girl..." "...That sounds fun, we should do it together next time!"

Aria cringes in embarrassment as the four girls blabber and gossip around her desk, making her shift uncomfortably in her seat. She had no idea why they all chose to sit next to her, or why they were giving her so much unwanted attention. More importantly, why they felt the need to talk about such lewd things; weren't they all still in High School? Aria twitches whenever Imane, Jaime, Jodi, or Lily randomly shoots a question her way, usually asking her opinion about some unseemly thing...

"Do you think he looks cute?" "Can you believe Lily, she nearly drowned in it!" "Anal sounds kinda painful, yeah?" "You should dress up a little, don't you think?" "Hey, do you have a boyfriend?" "Have you even kissed a boy before?" "Have you kissed a girl before?" "Hey, have you ever kissed a girl?"

Aria blinks at the untoward question from Imane, blushing as she deflects desperately, "N-no I haven't, why are you asking me?" She fidgets, eyes flicking from side to side as she looks for an escape route. But Aria is thoroughly trapped on all sides by these popular girls, slyly surrounding her and pressing in ever closer with their bodies...

Imane smiles in a disarming fashion, "C'mon, what's a few secrets between friends? Surely you're at least a little curious about how it feels..." "I...I um..." Aria stammers, "Awww look at her, she's blushing!" Jaime cackles with delight, "Don't be a bitch Jaime, not all of us are whores," Jodi blandly admonishes her friend, causing Jaime to hiss angrily, "Guys okay, calm down, that's a lot..." Lily does her best to sooth the bickering pair, wearily making peace between them. Imane giggles at her friends antics, before leaning close to Aria once more, her breathe hot against her cheek, "You never did answer my question, do you want to try it?" Aria's eye's nearly balloon out of her sockets in horror, as she shyly sputters something incoherent while Poki laughs teasingly, "Oh you are so fun Aria, you should hang out with us sometime, what are you doing after school today?" Aria was planning on going home and playing Maplestory all day, but she could hardly admit to such a thing in front of them. So instead she answers with a vague, "Um, not much!" The other girls pause in their yammering at this, turning like carnivores that had just scented prey, "Oh really?" "We should go to your place then!" "Yeah it'll be lots of fun!" In the face of the girl's united front, Aria glumly agrees...

The rest of the day passes in a blur for Aria, as she panics about her upcoming social event with the four most popular girls in school. She dreads what sort of depraved activities they will pressure her into doing; especially since her parents are out with her sister until late tonight. She attempts to sneak out while the girls aren't noticing, but Lily sticks to her like a leech, cheerfully chattering away and never letting Aria out of her sight. Except for when Lily went into the boys' bathroom, Aria was a bit confused why she was limping a little after that; hopefully the boys didn't beat Lily up for invading their sacred space! Holding Aria hostage just outside of school, Lily blabbers until she is joined by a fashionably dressed Jaime, who is idly reapplying her makeup. Lily sniffs the air intently, before giving Jaime a sideways glance, who returns it steadily. Aria looks back and forth in confusion until they both start giggling; weird. Jodi is the next sashay up, licking her hand clean of water, or at least Aria thinks it's water... Jaime makes a bland comment, "You know there are easier places to clean up than your hand, right Jodi?" Jodi sniffs, "Not all of us are so open with their love, some boys only deserve my hands" Aria quietly worries a little about Jodi, it sounds as if she's been getting harassed by suitors! All of these popular girls have such huge problems with boys going on, she sure is glad she doesn't have to deal with that sort of thing...

Finally, and fashionably late, Imane joins the party, her leggings sprinkled with stains, her blouse in somewhat of a disarray. The Queen Bee of the school gathers her hive, and they set off; practically escorting Aria in the direction of her house. Imane explains her absence with a simple "I was dealing with the football team", which seems to satisfy the other girls. Who quiz her with delightful curiosity about her experience; to Aria it sounds as if poor Imane was getting horribly abused by the boys, these poor girls! Aria reassesses her original thoughts about the Four, evidently they had only been joking about all those gross, sexual things in class earlier; they're just the victims of those awful boys! She didn't think the male population of her school had been that depraved, but it sounds as if she would have to rethink her opinions! They are using kind of dirty terms to describe stuff though... ugh at this point Aria is just so confused! Confusion aside, the group has finally arrived at Aria's house; she had been so focused on the conversation she lost track of time! The four girls prattle as they lounge around the doorway, patiently waiting for Aria to fumble her keys into the lock. Click!

The Four pour into Aria's home in a triumphal stream, practically carrying Aria along as they invade her living room. Up the stairs they marched her, cheerfully inviting themselves into her room and occupying her bed in a chattering flock. Aria once again finds herself ensconced at the center of the group, but this time there would be no easy escape for her. The girls' hands accidentally brush against her body as Imane, Jaime, Jodi, and Lily slowly edge closer to the innocent prey trapped between them. She can tell their gossip has become secondary to their predatory intent, squishing close around her as they cuddle with deceptive playfulness. Imane's warm breath in her ear causes Aria to jump in surprise, "You never did say if you've been kissed by a girl before..." Aria chuckles awkwardly, "Oh. I um- n-no I haven't yet..." Imane purrs, her hand gently turning Aria's head towards her own, "Good," and promptly kisses her. Aria's eyes widen in shock as her first kiss is taken by the most popular girl of her school, a veritable goddess; whose soft lips press confidently against her own. Imane's tongue slowly slides into Aria's mouth, luxuriously enjoying her warmth as Aria's eyes roll back from the novel sensations flowing through her. She is panting when Imane finally breaks off the kiss with a pleased smile, only to find Lily already nosing in for the next round. Who makes for a very gentle and romantic partner, softly and demurely kissing Aria until both of their mouths are connected by spit as they stare into each others' eyes. Then Jaime takes her turn, making an absolute sloppy mess on Aria's face as she drools and licks all over her; greedily slurping on her tongue and lips. Aria was fast growing exhausted from this treatment when Jodi hauls her friend off of her, taking her place and cleaning up. Her technique is far more mature than Jaime's, smoothly enjoying Aria while still giving her space to breathe.

By the time Jodi is done, Aria is shuddering, her face bright red, chest heaving with excitement. She could tell that while the Four had taken their turns with her, they had not been idle; lipstick marks all of their cheeks and necks, and even their exposed.... Oh. Imane and Lily are entirely shirtless, their breasts on full display, nipples erect in the stuffy air of Aria's room. Imane's are large and tanned, yet still retaining some youthful perkiness, while Lily's are petite, not even a handful, yet still arousing to look at. Aria moans unintentionally at the sight, her legs rubbing reflexively as her body responds to the hormones getting dumped into her brain. Giggling, the other three rejoin Jodi, now caressing Aria as much as one another; their hands teasing open her thighs and groping her full breasts. Aria feels like she's losing her mind, letting herself get carried along by the pleasure of having the four popular girls enjoying her body; scenes flashing by. Jodi and Imane sucking and licking at her neck, leaving their marks on her; Jaime wrenching open her blouse, allowing Lily to carefully scoop out one of her weighty breasts in awe, before digging in; Imane carefully feeding Aria her engorged nipples one by one, letting her suck on them like a baby; Jaime furiously making out with Jodi, the frenemies feeling one another up in an erotic frenzy; Lily joining Aria at Imane's breasts, kissing while they lick at her nipples; Jaime's hand rustling between her legs, her moans becoming ever more loud and plaintive...

"Oh already?" "Mhmm that's it Jaime, let it out!" "What a slut..." "Her face is so red!" "Right in front of Aria too!" "Oh fuuuuuuuck!" "Geez Jodi, making her cum so fast..."

The other girls coo and stroke their friend, groping and massaging the bent over Jaime as she approaches climax, staring straight at Aria. She bites her lip, letting out a whine as her masturbation becomes wetly audible; focused only on reaching orgasm. Jaime shrieks, "OH FUCK", before partially collapsing onto Aria, quivering as she continues to pleasure herself even in the throes of ecstasy. The others gasp and giggle at the sight, idly rubbing their own bodies as they watch their best friend cumming right in front of them.

"Fuck that's hot." "What a mess..." "You even came before the virgin, that's so sad!" "Uggggggh" "Omgomgomg-"

The spell broken, Aria finally notices the warmth in her own crotch, she had no idea this is what popular girls usually did together... it excites her. After a minimal amount of aftercare, Imane and Jodi return their attentions to Aria with an even more salacious intent; their eyes burning bright with lust. What few clothes remained were discarded hurriedly, revealing their shapely bodies in full. Lily meanwhile kisses her way down Aria's thigh, her nimble body opening Aria's legs with ease as she lifts up her skirt. Aria gasps when Lily removes her panties, the air cool against her pussy, unable to protest with Jodi's sizable bust in her face. Lily lets out a squeal of delight, "Oh wow, she is wet down here!" "Really?" "Oh she is dripping!" "Adorable" "I think she likes it!"

Aria hides her face in embarrassment as the Four examine her sex, she can't believe that she is on full display like this! It feels so intoxicating, what if they think she's a pervert or something... Aria feel's them crowding around between her legs, and she scrunches her eyes tight, it's so shameful! Then someone's tongue licks her slit, and she wails. Aria looks down quickly to see Lily softly bobbing her head between Aria's thighs, the warm spot of her tongue making Aria moan; it feels so good! Aria is in pure bliss as Lily eats her out, head in the clouds, unable to focus on anything but the pressure growing between her legs. Is she going to cum? Is this what it feels like? Is this- oh. Oh. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck- "Oh fuck I'm CUMMING!?" Aria screams at the top of her lungs, spasming as she orgasms for the first time. For a long while all Aria can do is lay there, whining until the heat within her finally dims enough for her to pay attention to her surroundings. Jaime and Jodi sprawl nearby, the former finger-deep inside of the latter while slurping on her clit; the both of them glaring at each other. Imane stands up from her place behind Lily, chin glistening as she licks her lips clean of her friend's juices. Aria is so entranced at the sight, that she almost misses the feeling of Lily's fingers starting to press against her...

"No wait," Lily stops in confusion, "You can't! It's my first time!"

Even Jaime pauses at that, all of the Four looking at Aria with nostalgia in their eyes, remembering their cherries getting popped. Then they remembered how exactly their own deflowerings went, nodding at one another; it's best to leave this sort of thing to Girls rather than let the Boys disappoint her. So they crowd around her once more, gently stripping off Aria's outfit until she is as naked as the rest of them. Aria blubbers as the girls sooth and massage her, helping her to relax as they wear away at her last restraints.

"Guys no, it's not right!" "Awww, hush Aria" "Virgins are always so fun" "Oh she wants it though..." "Mhmm it's okay, just relax" "Don't worry, we'll be gentle" "You'd rather have a gross boy flopping between your legs?" "So, who do you want?" "Yeah, whose fingers do you want to take your virginity?" "Well?" "C'mon c'mon!" "Calm down! Let her pick" "So, who do you want to be your first?" "..." "... Um... Imane..."

The girls erupt in squeals and giggles at this acquiescence, hugging each other in delight as they ready themselves to lead Aria into womanhood. Imane slides in behind Aria, leaning her back against the soft cushions of her breasts, their faces inches away from one another. Jaime and Lily lay themselves against Aria's hefty breasts, softly kissing them as they stroke her stomach and thighs. Jodi meanwhile fetches a makeup mirror from Aria's desk, placing it so that she will be able to see herself be deflowered. Aria nervously wriggles with anticipation, she still cannot believe that her v-card is about to get taken by Imane. Who soothingly runs her hand down Aria's chest, until it teasingly covers her sex, "Ready to become a woman?" Aria nods frantically up at Imane, who smiles, they all smile, gently opening Aria's lower lips so that she can see the state that she is in. Aria's jaw drops as she looks at her unkempt and hairy pussy, sopping wet, flushed and swollen with arousal, her hole palpitating slightly with anticipation; is that really hers? Then Imane's fingers creep down towards her entrance, making Aria quiver; it's happening! She watches as Imane's adroitly teases at entry... then she is inside of her. Aria moans plaintively as her virginity is taken by Imane's fingers, it feels so much better than when she does it herself!

Wet squelching noises soon emerge from between Aria's thighs as Imane skillfully pleasures her; her building climax helped along by Jaime and Lily as the suckle on Aria's engorged nipples like starved babies. Behind the mirror, it's obvious that Jodi is also enjoying herself, getting off on the scene unfolding before her. Aria soon feels a familiar heat spreading in her tummy, her breath hiking as she worries about the onslaught of sensation about to engulf her once more. Her doubt fades when Imane tenderly tilts her head up and kisses her deeply, tongue swirling inside of her mouth. Aria's brain feels fuzzy as she looks up at her lover, there's just so much pressure building up; how do girls deal with this every time? Imane smiles at Aria's naïve and desperate expression, and decides to put her out of her misery. She leans close and simply whispers, "Cum for me" Aria practically explodes, her spasming cunt splattering juices all over the mirror, soaking her bed with squirt as she cums spectacularly around Imane's fingers. The other girls gasp and laugh in surprise, rolling away from Aria's flailing limbs as she convulses with pleasure.

"Holy fuck" "There's so much!" "Ugh that is so fucking hot!" "I wanna lick it up..." "Fuck I might join you." "Good girl!" "Is... is she okay?" "I think so, she's just cum-drunk" "Play with my ass this time-" "What." "What?" "Pfft, sluts." "Oh fuck you too, bitch!" "Uggggghhh..." "Oh hey I think she's still alive!"

Aria groans in exhaustion as she recovers from her first time, lolling around in the sheets as she tries to put herself back together. She opens her eyes to see Imane and Jaime intensely making out nearby, their hands busy at work inside of each other; Imane's larger breasts squishing Jaime's more modest endowments. The scent of their lovemaking reaches her, and she instinctively starts to pleasure herself at the sight. Aria's enticing view is soon blocked though, by a nicely groomed pussy with dripping, messy lips. She looks up to see Jodi staring hungrily down at her, already moving to position herself above Aria's face. Jodi lovingly cradles her head, holding Aria steady as she lowers her sweaty sex onto Aria's mouth, "Eat it," she commands. Aria inexpertly complies, doing her best to please Jodi, sucking on her wide lips, licking at her clit, sticking her tongue as far as she can into her Jodi's hole. Who sighs after a few minutes of this unsatisfying treatment, making Aria blush in embarrassment; it's her first time eating pussy! With growing sternness, Jodi teaches Aria exactly how she wants to be pleasured; guiding her tongue towards her most sensitive spots, praising her when she succeeds. She gropes herself steadily as Aria slowly but surely helps her along, her affirmations growing in volume as she approaches climax, "Oh good girl... good girl, oh fuck YES GOOD GIRL!" Jodi staggers atop Aria as she orgasms, gasping as she force-feeds the girl her sticky juices. She contently grinds her sex across Aria's chin, marking her face with a slimy trail of her cum; smirking down at her. giving Aria's sensitive pussy a slap in thanks, Jodi wriggles off of her, clambering over to rejoin the others; leaving Aria gasping for breath...

"Oh fuck Imane, I'm gonna-" "Yes, right there!" "Fuuuuuuck!"

Aria glances over to see the spectacular conclusion of Imane and Jaime's lovemaking; both of them leaning against each other, panting for breath, fingers sticky with juices as they orgasm together. Lily loungers nearby, stirring her pussy eagerly as she hungrily watches their cum drip onto the sheets. Aria starts to crawl over, lust still burning through her, she had no idea she had this much desire in her... Before she knows it she is locking lips with a still breathless Jaime, hands wildly groping and feeling up one another, face flushing a deep hue. Jaime greedily grinds her crotch against Aria's thigh, leaving wet streaks as she leaks all over her. Aria responds in kind, their legs sliding against one another until they are scissoring. Aria's hairy folds squishing themselves against Jaime's smoothly shaven lips, teasing Aria with its wet kisses. The stimulation is enough to drive Aria wild, but not enough to make her finish; Jaime doesn't seem to have any issues though. Moaning and gasping, the slut drenches Aria's sex with another slurry of juices, sloppily anointing Aria with her smelly cum. Aria whines in discontent, she wants to feel it again; she needs to climax again!

Giggling knowingly, Jaime hauls Aria up, guiding her toward the other three and completing the circle formation. All of them are breathing heavily, looking at each other as the bustier girls' breasts touch; all of them still sopping wet. Hugging themselves together, the girls take a short break as they ready themselves for the game to come. Game? Chuckling, Imane quickly explains the rules to Aria, each girl will finger one other girl, and the last one to not cum gets to have the others pleasure her however she wants until she does. Aria begins to make short humping motions in anticipation, already drooling at the idea of having another girl's fingers inside of her again. She obligingly slides her own inside of Jaime, easily reaching deep inside of her and curling inwards... Aria squeaks as she feels someone else slip inside of her own pussy, she's already so close to orgasm! She looks up to see Lily biting her lip seductively as her lithe little hands make an utter mess of Aria's overstimulated sex; Aria can't hold on! Aria pants in heat, sticking her tongue out lewdly as her eyes roll back, begging like a slut for Lily to make cum.

"Wow" "Uh, guys, I think we broke her." "Is she doing okay?" "That's kinda hot..." "Holy shit she's so fucking wet!" "Oh I think she's cumming." "So fucking cute..."

Aria blubbers messily as she climaxes around Lily's fingers, cum splattering down her hand and onto the messy sheets; shuddering and shaking wildly as the most popular girls in school watch her orgasm. She collapses once more onto the bed, utterly drained as she watches the other girls continue their "game". Jaime is the next to succumb, followed by Lily, until it is down to Imane and Jodi stirring up each others' cunts as they face off. Imane twitches, and then lets out a strained groan, her climax growing audible as fresh nectar spills out of her. Jodi laughs in triumph, swiftly falling backwards and spreading her legs wide; she directs Jaime and Lily to either breast, and demands Imane finish what she started. Jodi is soon groaning at her friends' attentions, one hand locked in Imane's curly hair while the other strokes Lily's head. She hikes her hips, urging Imane on as she approaches orgasm,

"Yessss fucking eat it Imane... Lift that fat ass up- oh fuck, I bet so many boys mounted it today- Oh don't stop yes!" "She's gonna cum..." "All in Imane's mouth." "Fucking slut." "Getting off to Imane getting fucked." "What a pervert." "Mmmmph!"

Jodi howls as she finally climaxes, holding Imane's head tight against her quivering cunt as she makes her lap up every last drop. Now finally exhausted, the girls wriggle over to Aria and cuddle together, their sweaty bodies trembling with fatigue. After staying that way for a little while, the Four stagger to their feet, gingerly putting their clothes back on while letting Aria continue to rest. Once they are at least vaguely presentable, they file through and give Aria a tender kiss before leaving,

"See you later Aria!" "Thanks for having us over!" "Sorry for the mess" "I think she is a mess..." "Do you think I smell?" "Jaime, you fucking stink, let me spritz some more perfume on you." "So, same time next week Aria?" "Yeah! She's such a fun pet!" "What is she, your dog?" "Ciao Aria, see you tomorrow!" "Byeee!" "See ya!" "Bye!"

Aria doesn't even move from her sprawled position for what feels like an age; holy fuck, what did she just do? She can't believe she acted like such a-a-a slut! Oh god and they're going to want to come back! They're going to turn Aria into some kind of shameless whore, just like them! No wonder they're so popular... How is she going to be able to look at them tomorrow morning, they all watched her orgasm for the first time; she even saw them naked, they saw her naked! And, oh fuck just look at her bed, how is she supposed to explain this?

Ugh, she's going to need to change her sheets...

[miasbby]

indefinitely ours.

(teacher!reader x teacher!Ellie x Abby)

summary : You're not willing to date nor looking for anyone, but Ellie Williams, the art teacher working in the school that hired you a year ago, is making you seriously doubt that decision. With her flirting, praises and constant touches, you're all but ready to give up and ask her out. That is, until you meet her girlfriend, Abby, who to your greatest shock seems very… curious about you.

word count : 7.2k (sorry)

note : this is my first fic in the tlou fandom ever, so it'll hopefully be good and i hope the characterization is okay! i wrote this to practice writing shorter fics and failed.... it probably won't get a part 2 but who knows!

warnings : smut with a bit of plot, female anatomy reader, occasionally mean!ellie and mean!abby but they love you<3, light objectification, degradation and exhibitionism, mention of anal, alcohol use and light intoxication, sub!reader, consent is respected but there’s a few bold moments, bit of a housewife kink, crying from overstimulation, threesome.

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An ordinary life is not what most aim for, but you have to be honest in that regard: there’s nothing you’ve craved to achieve more than the simple peace of life, a peace often found in modesty yet sought in extravagance. 

The primary school you joined last year has fulfilled that goal in more ways than one, allowing you the safety of a job you spent years dreaming of, a kind group of colleagues that have befriended you ever since you first arrived, and a class made up of the most adorable group of pupils, all eager to learn and earn the good graces of their favorite teacher judging by how the blue of your classroom’s walls are now entirely hidden by drawings. It’s on the outskirts of the city, in a cute area where prices had not soared just yet when you first bought a house, and the neighborhood couldn’t be more welcoming. 

Your time is well-spent: between preparing lessons, finding original ideas to keep a hyperactive group of six years old entertained, taking care of the renovations your new house still requires, and caring for a vegetable garden you did not expect to grow so well, it’s safe to say that you don’t have much time left for anything else, and that includes a relationship. You haven’t been looking, really, happy to settle down on your own until life picks up a slower rhythm and to make friends rather than losing yourself in back and forths. Your previous relationships were never particularly fulfilling and often ended up being on and off until you got tired of the uncertainty. You’re done with all of that. 

The only person that could make you doubt the choice of celibacy, however, currently has her back turned to you, rummaging through a tiny box of chalk sticks on her desk. The kids are out at lunch and you know she tends to eat on her own in here instead of the break room where all of the teachers often meet up. Of course, you only chose to come get her because she’s been a good friend, not because of any ulterior motive…

“Planning to stay hidden in there for long or are you going to come out and eat?”

Ellie doesn’t even appear startled and you wonder if she could somehow sense your presence by the door. She throws the tiny, useless pieces in the trash, reminding you to filter through your own box of it, and turns to face you with that eternally smug smile, leaning back against the side of her desk. It’s a mess, but that’s not surprising coming from Ellie. Whether it’s because she’s the art teacher in charge in the school or because that’s simply in her nature, you’re not sure, but you know to no longer be shocked by the sight of paper and paintbrushes thrown randomly on her desk. 

“Planning on distracting me for much longer or is that gonna stop at some point?” she answers back. “You can’t come in here looking like this and seriously expect me to think of lunch.” 

And that is exactly why Ellie is making you reconsider your opinion on dating. 

If it weren’t for the constant light flirting you still don’t know how to read into, you think that handsomely sweet face would have convinced you anyway. It’s not that Ellie is your style, it’s that you’re convinced no one on this planet could be more attractive to you. Today’s look isn’t helping either: that opened cargo shirt barely hides the simple white tank top she must own in four identical copies and doesn’t do much to conceal the tight, sculpted lines of her arms, blues veins running down to paint-stained fingers. 

Oh, if only you could stop thinking about how they’d feel dipping into the heat spreading from your clit down to your entrance, filling an emptiness that rings between your legs as much as it does in your heart. Unfortunately, such luck cannot be granted to you. Not yet, and perhaps not ever. 

“You’re not flattering yourself out of coming with me.” You slide your hand down to the doorknob and motion for Ellie to follow you out, but she shakes her head, grabbing her phone in the back pocket of her jeans.

“Sorry,” she says, smile dropping with hesitation before she continues. “The girlfriend forgot her lunch at home and I’ve gotta go get it for her. But I’ll see you tonight, we’re still grabbing drinks with the team, right?”

You blink, cheeks straining from the efforts required to keep your smile up even as it turns dishonest, and try to make sense of the word she just uttered, any heat in your belly extinguished by an ice storm. Did she say girl friend or… girlfriend? Why would anyway refer to their friend that way, though… Stop lying to yourself, you got the meaning right on the first try. 

Your heart does not break per se, but it skips a few beats you’re incapable of missing. In the few months you got to know each other, Ellie never mentioned a girlfriend nor did she introduce anyone to you. 

Well, there goes your only temptation for a relationship. Celibacy it will have to be.

“Of course. See you tonight.”

If Ellie notices the light dim in your eyes, she doesn’t show. 

—

That evening, you hesitate until the very last second about going home and finding a new show worth obsessing about or going out as promised. Ellie doesn’t give you much of a choice, however, when she shows up in your classroom right after the last student filters out with his father and pulls you out of your seat, refusing to take no for an answer. 

(If it’s the request that convinces you or the strong hold she has on your wrist, you’re not sure. But you still let her tug you to your car anyway.)

The ‘team’ as referred to earlier consists of five other teachers whose classrooms are all sharing a hallway with yours and with whom you spend your Friday evenings in a local beer bar next door, a place Ellie first dragged you all into when you were still relative strangers, to celebrate your arrival. Your usual table is free when you arrive, Mel and Ellie right behind you, and you suppose a beer might be the best way to forget about your stupid little crush and the shame eating at your insides for having taken friendly banter as flirting for months now. 

Overall, the night is fun, and after a few well-placed jokes at your expense, you finally manage to leave what happened earlier behind and enjoy yourself. Unfortunately, whatever superior being out there who’s decided you should, after a year of knowing each other, finally get to know all about Ellie’s girlfriend, is not on your side today. 

“Oh, hey Abs!” Mel waves behind where you and Ellie sit, still somehow pressed up against each other, and your friend immediately brightens up, turning around to face someone. “Have you finally decided to join us? I thought you’d never leave that work of yours for even one night a week.”

“Maybe next week if she forces me to come.” The woman comes into view and immediately rests a hand on Ellie’s shoulder, smirking down at her before her eyes travel to you and stay locked onto your own for one second too long for it not to feel somehow… knowing. “But nah, I only got here to take Ellie home. I bet she drank too much to drive and that none of you would have been able to convince her not to take her car.”

Mel laughs, joined by the others, and even you have to agree on that. Ellie is particularly stubborn on the average day, but she gets even worse after three beers and a few shots. 

“I’m fine, come on… I could drive on my own, a few beers have never killed me.” 

The problem is, she says that while stretching an arm over the booth seat, enveloping your shoulders and tugging you closer to her side, and the only explanation for doing that in front of that literal goddess-looking muscle-paradise girlfriend of hers has to be the alcohol. ‘Abs’ raises a curious eyebrow but her smile never dies, and you look away to focus on the bottle clutched in your hand, guts turning into a mix of nervousness and shame that does not blend well with alcohol.

Abby stays around for a bit. The whole time, her eyes remain on you, taking in the features of your face, sweeping over your figure and translating what you would interpret as unabashed attraction if it came from anyone else. It’s like she’s trying to memorize your face, your body, your soul. Like she means to lay an invisible mark on your heart you’ll feel with every beat, right next to the one Ellie has unconsciously placed there long ago. 

The arm only leaves its place on your shoulders when who you now know as Abby urges Ellie to go, and you leave soon after, sitting in the dark of your car for five minutes before your head clears enough for you to drive. 

That was… definitely something. But you could unfortunately not explain what in any way.

-

The next time you see Abby does not offer any sort of clearer explanation as to why the mood always seems odd around you and Ellie, and particularly so when she’s there with you. 

She comes around for drinks for the first time in months the following week and turns your offer to change seats down, seemingly fine with sitting next to you, her girlfriend on your other side. Her presence warms the hearts of everyone around the table but yours, stressing you out beyond sanity. You know you didn’t do anything wrong and that it’s probably a good thing that you learned of Ellie’s seemingly very joyful and fulfilling relationship now rather than after an attempted kiss or a date proposal. Yet, you cannot help but feel unsure around her - like she knows, like she can read through your heart and flick through its pages until its secrets have been bared. 

Abby never talks to you nor mentions you in her conversations, yet, she’s always got an eye trailed on your figure, always silently insists on you being aware that you’re taking all of her attention. 

And Ellie, well… Ellie has not changed, and that’s probably where the actual problem lies. 

She still smiles at you with that signature smugness you know is only reserved for her girlfriend. She still flirts and teases and touches, still makes comments about how prettily you blush and how well that shirt fits you and you never know what to answer to any of those things. This time again, one of her arms is spread over your shoulders, her fingers fiddling with the fabric of Abby’s shirt on your other side, and if anyone were to look, they’d probably think you’re dating either of them - if not both. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by her voice, and you almost let go of the glass of water you requested earlier when its now familiar murmur tickles your ear. “I like this skirt. Is it me you got it for? I’m sure Abby would like it just as much.”

Poorly disguised shock shines in your eyes but Ellie appears unphased, not even bothering with a glance at where her girlfriend listens to Mel vent about a fight between two of her students. You clear your throat, avoiding the heaviness of her stare, and shake your head timidly, scared to voice out your thoughts or to be heard. The fabric isn’t anything short per se, but it rode up your thighs through the night, and you’re suddenly far too aware of where Abby’s glances might have led to earlier. Ellie’s only response is a chuckle. 

You think that’s the end of it but that’s without counting on the end of the night - when everyone leaves but Ellie insists you stay around some more, and Abby doesn’t show any interest in moving away, her thighs spread and pressing you further into Ellie. The arm behind your back moves and this time, you can’t control the way your body jumps when she places a hand just above your knee, stroking the tight fabric of your skirt. 

“So,” you begin, trying to break the silence. “How long have you two been together?”

Abby takes a swing of her beer and your eyes follow the bulging muscle of her biceps until Ellie reminds you of her presence by patting your thigh affectionately. “Three years now. We met when Abby came around the school to renovate the gym with her crew and ended up moving in two months later. She’s a carpenter.”

“Oh,” you exclaim, interested but also still very much nervous. “That’s definitely helpful to have around at home. How long have you been doing this for?”

It’s the first time you address her directly and the kindness you’re met with feels almost surprising. You don’t think you would be kind to someone your girlfriend is two inches away from touching inappropriately right under your nose, but you suppose you should be glad that’s the case here. 

“Ever since I was a kid, really. Being a carpenter didn’t exactly fit my father’s plans but he always encouraged me anyway when I saw how much fun I had fixing things and building my own. What about you? What got you to into teaching?”

Tension leaves your back altogether when her answer reflects the smile perched on her lips and the mirth shining in her eyes. “Children, really. It started with babysitting and then all I could think about was teaching.”

Abby’s eyes dip down to your lips. “That’s cute.”

“I told you she’s adorable,” Ellie interrupts. “And beautiful too, isn’t she? I knew she’d be your type.”

Your lips part to speak but before a protest can slip past them, Abby nods, smile turning almost predatory. “I’d say she’s your own just as much. You’ve always liked your girls a bit innocent.”

“I’m not-”

“Can you blame me, though?”

Abby pretends to think for a second and gets that knowing look again, reading through the blush spreading up to your ears and the fast ups and downs of your chest in ways you fail to understand yourself. Everything’s going too fast, like a ball bouncing from one side of the court to the other, and it suddenly feels like they’re discussing you, praising you, without even including you in the conversation anymore. 

“No. I think I understand.”

Ellie chuckles, inching her hand higher up on your lap, and she allows the silence to persist for a moment longer before standing up to order another round for you. Abby never looks away. You’re still trying to comprehend what just happened, still failing to make sense of why your friend’s partner is staring at you like she’s considering the interest of throwing you over the table dirty with food crumbs and alcohol spills and flexing those fingers inside of your cunt instead of playing with the tip of her bottle. 

“Oh, you’ve got some crumbs here,” Abby says, eyes flicking down to wear your shirt wraps tightly around your chest. You follow her line of sight, wondering how that could be when you didn’t eat any of the fries they ordered earlier, and find nothing. “Here, I’ll get them off for you.”

Before a word of gratefulness can echo between the two of you, your lips part in shock, a hand positioning itself right above your breast and arching a curious eyebrow, staring into the depths of your eyes. There’s no hesitation in the action, but rather a sort of anticipation you find yourself trapped into. “Is this alright?” she asks, the “Yes,” out by your lips before you can even make sense of what she means.

Deep down, you know what it means. Deep down, you’ve got a feeling Abby might have been familiar with you far before your recent introduction. 

Once your agreement has been voiced, Abby startles you, immediately aiming for your right breast and gripping it with the whole length of her palm. A thumb rubs at soft skin only hidden by the light fabric of your shirt, almost transparent, not thick enough to act as a proper barrier, and you can feel it all - the heat of her hand, its roughness, how it’s thick enough, big enough to effortlessly envelop all of one breast.

It’s the first time her eyes have moved away from the trance they had yours stuck into, her stare dipping down to where she pretends to rub at your shirt, only reminding you of the absence of a bra to truly cover you. Your nipple hardens under her palm and that seems to be the goal because her hand changes sides, repeating the process, teasing and rubbing, the cotton fabric too rough for the sensitive little bud. Your thighs rub against each other, failing to get any sort of release from the pressure burning your cunt, hips almost bucking in a silent plea to be filled up by those very same fingers.  

Abby smiles, still kind, still honest, and shifts her hand only to roll it between two fingers, pulling a wet moan from your lips you fear the people behind you might catch. “See, that’s better now, isn’t it?” And just like that, she pulls away, hand settling back around her beer, leaving you to deal with the wetness soaking your underwear and the blush heating your face, shining like a broken christmas light. 

“Y-yeah.” It’s odd that you even manage to speak when flames circle hardened nipples, driving you into unknown depths of desire, but you’re proud to say you at least manage a coherent sound. “Thank you.”

When Ellie comes back, conversation follows a course far more normal, and if it weren’t for the hooded eyes, the pulsing heat, and the hand claiming its spot back on your lap, you’d think you hallucinated all of the tension. 

The state of your underwear when you strip down before a shower later that night, however, is all the proof you need. Yet, you fail to truly comprehend what happened. The innocence that almost shone in Abby’s eyes as she touched you is impossible to make sense of, and the next morning, you’re no longer sure of what her intentions truly were.

Did she mean to tease you like Ellie has been doing - as a friend, a friend who has a pretty interesting definition of the word platonic but a friend nonetheless? Or was this more? 

You’re not sure, but if anything, you won’t be the one to bring up the question just yet. 

-

Ellie and Abby are coming over to your house to help with the endless renovations you’ve been making. And no, it wasn’t your idea. 

You’ve been avoiding thinking about Abby and how she’s just as illegally fine as who you already considered to be the hottest woman alive, and although ignoring Ellie is impossible, you at least made some progress this past week with accepting the flirting as some meaningless fun. When you complained about the difficulties you’ve been having with painting the ceilings of two rooms and fixing the guest room bed, however, Ellie suggested that they come over to help and, well, how could you turn down such a nice proposal?

That’s how you end up watching them by the kitchen’s window as they relax around a glass of iced tea in the garden, cheeks stained with light grey paint and arms bared, water running in the sink and acting as the background noise to your current fantasies.

The mind owns a power the heart only dreams of having, capable of eternal wanderings uncontrolled by even the strongest wills. 

Yours has not resisted purposeless dreams. Dreams that once involved Ellie, a sweet craving for what could perhaps come to exist in the realm of reality - a craving for late-night guitar sessions and paintings in bold colors, for rough palms to sculpt your heart into submission and teasing smirks wiped away by kisses. Dreams that now involve someone else, a person you have yet to truly understand but who seems to perfectly fit a puzzle from which you did not believe a piece lost. Her body rings with a rigidity that’s a lot more pronounced, yet her heart appears softer, willing to lead you further into the depths of a euphoric swamp. 

A blurry motion startles you out of your thoughts and you blink to find the water is still running, the time still passing. Ellie is waving at you and Abby is staring with a raised eyebrow of curiosity. 

You smile, waving back, and turn off the tap. 

Fantasies are just that, unfortunately. You’ll have to make do with your imagination because it seems Abby isn’t intending on repeating what you’re getting more and more convinced was meaningless teasing anytime soon.

-

They spend the next weekend at your house too, fixing broken cupboards and a tall wardrobe you couldn’t figure out how to close fully, helping with the garden and any heavy objects you need to move around. 

It comes to a point where you decide that if you can’t have either of them, then dreaming is fine. The only problem is that you end up doing that a lot, and getting caught is inevitable. 

“Could I borrow your shower?” asks Ellie once the day reaches its end, the sun freefalling on the horizon. “I don’t want to dirty your couch.” Abby has fetched a chair for the same reason but you know how much Ellie like to sit beside you. Her girlfriend’s presence has not stopped the oncoming stream of cuddles she requires from you, and you’re more than happy to be held, touch-starved since the end of your last relationship. 

“Sure. I’ll get the food ready.”

You stand from the couch to head for the kitchen but before you can disappear, Ellie grips the hem of her shirt and pulls it up, revealing a glistening, tight stomach in what feels like a slow motion to you but is surely a very normal pace for anyone else. The fabric slides off her shoulders and gets thrown straight to Abby’s face but your brain is in no way capable to register anything but newly revealed skin and soft curves hidden under a white sports bra. 

“Feel free to join me,” she adds, teasingly, and you know it has to be directed at Abby who, it seems, is just as affected as you are judging by the darkened gaze she keeps directed at Ellie, but if that’s the case, then you cannot explain why Ellie is staring right at you as she says it before turning around and leaving for the bathroom. 

It’s that gaze you see once they’re gone that night, writhing on top of your bed, covers thrown to the floor and pillow wet with your spit. It’s that gaze encouraging a second, then a third finger to fit into your cunt, the pressure too much yet so far from what you wish for, from how well you know they would both fill you, breaching past undesired tightness and taking all that you’re willing to give. 

And it’s their voices, blended in as one, whispering praise into your ear and urging you to let go when you finally fall over the edge, tears pooling in your eyes and teeth aching from the marks they’ve left in that poor pillow. 

-

“You know,” you begin, words not slurring but speech clearly affected by physical exhaustion and beer. “I thought you were flirting with me before you suddenly mentioned your girlfriend.”

A chuckle greets you, but you can’t tell if it comes from Abby or Ellie, both of them cuddling on the couch in front of you as you lay on the fluffy chair you bought for decoration purposes but that’s actually pretty amazing to use when sleepy. The night has fallen and you spent a lot of time in the garden today while Abby watched over you and Ellie finished with painting touch-ups, explaining the tiredness numbing your arms and the effects of the alcohol. 

Your eyes remain closed and you shift around when air tickles the bottom of your stomach, your shirt having ridden up to reveal skin. 

“What if I was?” and this time, you know it’s Ellie - sure, because it sounds like her, but also because she’s the one who likes teasing you the most. 

You huff, internally rolling your eyes. “With a girlfriend like Abby, trust me, you were not. You’d be dumb to flirt with anyone else or want to kiss anyone else,” you say, voice barely above a murmur. That second beer should not have been handed in your hand, but Ellie has always been a bad influence and Abby drinks them with little effort. Slowly, you half-whisper, “Bet her lips are so soft.”

Abby laughs this time, reminding you of her presence, but you’re too far gone to care. “I think yours would put up a great fight in a contest,” she says, the smile evident in her voice. “Maybe even win, who knows. I know I wouldn’t mind trying you out.”

“Hey!” Ellie interrupts, “I get to try her out first. I found her. You would want me first, wouldn’t you?”

It takes a while for you to register the question and understand you’re being spoken to. “I think I want the both of you… together.”

Someone’s breath hitches, but you fall asleep before you can find out whose. 

All you remember the next morning is strong arms holding onto the back of your thighs and your back carrying you up the stairs, a pair of sweet lips leaving a kiss on your forehead, and the throbbing traces of a hand on the naked skin of your stomach. 

That must have been a fairly nice dream. 

-

You’re in the kitchen when things truly take a turn you did not expect to happen in reality, breaching the realm of fantasies and fully stepping into your life - your peaceful and joyful life that, as you will soon come to realize, was actually missing two precious souls to reach the desperate form of completion you sought. 

Abby is drying the dishes you’re washing and Ellie is… well, she’s simply being herself, avoiding any sort of chore and whistling in the living room as she chooses what movie you’ll all be watching tonight. The mood has been particularly tense today and this time, you’re glad to say it’s not your fault. Abby has been especially attentive to you, asking about your day, your past, and the shape you imagine your future to take, casually exchanging indecipherable looks with Ellie. They’re more than familiar with your house now yet they’ve never acted more like strangers scared of trespassing. 

If you didn’t know better, you would think of them as almost… afraid. 

Fortunately, the tension left as soon as night fell and you all settled back into soothing habits. At least, that’s what you think, until a shadow looms over your back, blocking the naked lightbulb from shining light on the last plate in your hand, and you realize that Ellie isn’t as busy as she made it out to be. 

“Dinner was great, thanks for preparing all of it again,” she says, supporting her weight with one hand on the countertop and the left one innocently resting on your hip. Her touch is welcomed and familiar, her palm cupping the curve to perfection. “Anyone ever told you you’d make the perfect little wife?”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes although you know she won’t be able to see it. “If that’s truly the case, there’d be a lot more people pilling up at my door, or at least one person. I think you two are just terrible cooks in desperate need of a chef.”

Abby shakes her head, nudging you with her elbow as she wipes water from a pack of forks. “You’re not wrong in thinking we’d wife you up in an instant if you wanted, but not because you’d be a great chef.”

“Yeah,” Ellie agrees, flexing her fingers where they rest on your hip. “I can think of a few other reasons. You’d be an amazing mother, for one, and you’re far more patient than either of us deserve.”

“And you’re ready to put up with her stubbornness, so a perfect match, really.” Abby’s comment makes you laugh but Ellie speaks again before you can tease her about her own issues with never doing as told. 

“All of that, and I even bet you’d be such a pretty little thing to fuck.” Your hands freeze on where you’ve just put the plate away, tension seizing unready muscles. You blink, staring by the window, the night turning it into a mirror and reflecting the shock wild in your eyes. For a second, you’re convinced to have misheard. But the silence that follows tells the opposite story. Ellie’s close, suddenly, closer than she was before, and Abby’s hands have stilled as well, her body tight with stress. “I feel like we didn’t thank you properly for all the meals you’ve prepared for us. What do you think, Abby?”

At the edge of your vision, you can sense that Abby has given in and glances at you from the corner of an eye, the sound of her breathing audible, loud. “I think she very much likes politeness, and… it would be rude not to give back after taking so much, wouldn’t it?”

“Right. And what about you, um?” The hand on your hip slowly slides closer to your front before drawing back, again and again, in what feels like a maddening caress. “Do you think we should thank you? Together, I mean.”

Later, you’ll have more than enough time to consider just how stupid it was for you, at that precise moment, to doubt the true meaning behind Ellie’s suggestion. There’s a part of you that yearns for this to be real, for it to feel real, but that part cannot be allowed to exist because it is directly connected to a risk of disappointment you’re not sure you would survive. So, when you reply a breathy little, “Yes,” you don’t actually expect what follows. 

“Good girl.” 

A whine spills past your lips but the reason behind its existence is blurry - is it the praise, vibrating through your lungs and soaking your cunt, or is it the hand that fully slides against your front, rubbing at the seam of your jeans frustratingly right above your heat, the other suddenly palming the curve of your ass and roughly kneading skin? You think you’ll never know for the first moan, but the next one is inevitably due to the second pair of hands finding a place to have some fun of their own. 

“I can feel how soaked you are already,” Ellie says, tone teasing, taunting and forcing past your defenses. “Are you sure you didn’t expect this to happen? How often did you fuck yourself wishing it was us, hmm, pretty girl?”

You think that question should not require an answer, mostly because you’re incapable of giving any, incapable of getting that brain of yours to think and function properly. But Abby doesn’t seem happy with your silence, and she finally decides to remind you of her presence. 

“We asked you a question, sweetheart.” Her voice startles you and your head turns to face her, your heart soothed by the admiration and the awe and the desire reflected in usually tight features. She’s smiling, not that usually kind expression but one that’s almost amused, and you realize you’re in serious, serious trouble with these two. Two fingers seize you by the chin, pushing it upward, and a thumb rubs at your bottom lip. “How empty did you feel thinking about how good we could take care of you?”

“I- I didn’t-” Ellie’s nails sink into the flesh of your ass, reprimanding, and Abby tuts, shaking her head disappointedly. 

“It’s alright,” she adds. “You can be honest with us. There’s not a single time we fucked since you started working here that we didn’t think about you, about how complete you’d make us.” And you’re going to process that at some point, but now will not be that time. Not when she continues to speak, stealing any hope for coherency from under your feet. “We’ll take care of you now, though. Come on, Ellie, don’t be a tease.”

Ellie hesitates, hands still, fingers flexing. They stare at each other with blazing heat in what you think could be a fight for dominance you’re not sure to make sense of when they could just take out all of that on you. 

“You better beg for it.”

When the gearwheels begin to roll again, you lose all sense of reality. 

It’s like they both observed you for months, like they figured out what button to push and with how much strength, what you love and what you’re too ashamed to admit you need. Chills of shame erupt on your arms at the idea, worsened by how smoothly Ellie works your body. 

“Let’s get these off you,” she mutters, lips hovering right next to your nape, inches away from a kiss. “You won’t be needing them around us anymore.”

There’s possessiveness in her words and there’s possessiveness in how fast she slips the button of your jeans off and tugs on the material, slowly, as if to admire what is finally hers to worship and use as she deems fit. Abby growls, watching with a well-trained eye as the tight fabric slides over your ass, and her hand moves down to press against your throat, keeping your back shamefully arched, ass raised for their eyes to feast onto. Your pants end halfway down your thighs, and you have to say there’s nothing surprising about Ellie’s eagerness to get to the source of her desires, hot between your thighs. 

“Abby told me I’d love your ass. Guess she wasn’t wrong.” You expect your underwear to follow next but she decides not to bother with that. “Ever gotten fucked there before, or are you keeping that tight little hole for when we decide to use it?”

“N-never, I- I don’t-”

Abby sighs, shaking her head warningly. “Ellie… focus.”

“Right, sorry. We’ll keep that in mind for another time, you’re ours now anyway, aren’t you? Our pretty little toy.”

You’re all but ready to cry when fingers slides into the front of your underwear, familiar roughness perceptible in the actions, immediately drenched in your desires. Your cunt aches, your core throbs, and your nipples harden. A cocktail of needs that can only be sated by much more than what you’re given. Efficient fingers part your folds before expertly reaching that little bud of sensitiveness at the top of your mound, circling it, pinching it, driving you crazy with it. 

But that’s not what truly seals the first release of the night. That only comes when Abby decides to fully join in on the fun. 

Fingers unbutton your shirt until it parts to reveal the pale pink bra that matches the current dark pink of your panties, only abandoning your neck until the offending lace has been pushed right under your breasts and returning to its hold. You think Abby’s going to kiss you, for a moment, but she’s only reveling in the hot puffs of air slipping past your lips and trying to swallow down the guttural moan that vibrates in your throat when Ellie decides she wants to take the next step.

The hand that had for now been palming your ass travels closer to your center and tugs flimsy fabric out of the way carelessly. You’re not given a warning when the first finger breaches past your entrance, only the sound of Ellie spitting on her fingers for unnecessary lube and that feeling of needing frustratingly more. A whine lodges itself at the back of your throat, and they both laugh, only turning your frustration worse. 

You want to move and fight back, tell them you’re more than capable of taking charge yourself. But there’s something about being treated as a toy meant to receive pleasure, about being admired and taken and praised, about that second finger joining the first and filling the tightness of your cunt, that forces you into a soothing form of submission, allowing every touch and taking them willingly. 

Abby palms at one breast, rolling a nipple under the strong surface in a touch that translates all of her strength. “Is that blush for us, pretty thing? You’re gonna come all over her hand like a good slut already, aren’t you?”

And, it’s cruel, but of course you do. 

Ellie flexes her fingers, increasing the speed of her arm. You can’t see it, but you know veins must shy prettily all over her forearm and biceps must be bulging from the tightness required to fuck you like she does now - like she wants to pull orgasm after orgasm from your core until you no longer understand what it means not to feel the maddening pulse of a release coursing through your body like liquid fire. Abby turns meaner, rougher, pinching a nipple between two fingers and pressing the hand further into your neck, forcing you to follow its direction and standing further on your toes. 

Four hands - teasing, fucking, taking. 

Two souls tauntingly attracting your own into their orbit, sealing an invisible lock around your heart, your body, your being itself. 

And sweet, sweet praise, whispered right under your ear, sending you into a release you’re helpless to control. 

“Ellie, Abby… I-” The moan that travels from your chest and spills past your lips is rough, guttural, connected to the inhuman waves of pleasures rocking through your body. Your cunt clenches around the fingers still thrusting in and out of your center, clinging onto the digits until they’re forced to stop, Ellie breathing heavily in your ear. Abby kisses down the curve of your throat, teeth nibbling at sensitive skin and laying a mark you refuse to ever cover. 

Your moan ends, broken off in tense breathing, your heart threatening to jump out of your chest, and that’s when you catch the groan vibrating Ellie’s throat. It, too, falls into silence. 

Abby swears against your skin, a deep, rough “Fuck,” that sends shivers down your spine. 

“Told you she’d be the cutest little thing to corrupt,” Ellie teases, slowly sliding out of you, fighting against the tightness of your walls and your eagerness to be fucked into a stupid mess. “She’s all proper and shit but I could tell she’d love it.”

“I never doubted you.” Abby says, kissing the lone tear sliding down your cheek with all of the tenderness she can conjure. “Come on, let’s get her on a proper surface.”

Heat blooms on your cheeks when Ellie steps away to allow Abby to take you into her arms, the ground suddenly disappearing from under your feet. The way they talk about you like you’re not even there, like you’re too fucked out to understand a single word, would be shameful under any other circumstance. You know it’s only a game when Ellie takes advantage of finally facing you by planting a soft kiss on your forehead, pushing away a lazy strand of hair. 

They begin to walk toward your bedroom like they perfectly know the way, and your vision turns dark right as they push the door open.

-

“Can you hold her open for me or have you been slacking at the gym?”

Your eyes remain closed, but your brain kickstarts itself into working properly again. You can feel the familiar linen of your sheets under your ass and soft naked breasts pressed against your back, another weight shifting in front of you on the bed. 

The body behind yours shakes in rhythm with a chuckle and you recognize Ellie. “Can you still eat pussy or should we trade so I can show you? Sorry we didn’t plan for your strap, I thought she might have a cock lying around but… we’ll have to take care of that next time.”

“Fuck you,” says Abby half-heartedly, the sound followed by more shifting. 

You’re fully aware again when Ellie grabs the back of your thighs and tugs them, spreading your legs and allowing air to tickle the slick still running from your center, drenched folds bared for anyone to use as they please. 

“Come on, get to it. I know you’re hungry.”

Another pair of hands holds you by the ass and your eyes flutter open, hoping to catch sight of what you once dreamed about. Abby barely spares you a glance before she all but leaps to feast on your cunt, igniting a fire not yet extinguished. 

“Abby… Abby…” You repeat her name like a plea, like a prayer. Your hips buck and trash around, your heart pauses and starts again, your releases come and come again right after each other until you exist no more, a broken toy a kid cannot help but continue to play with. 

Lips circle your clit and suck, pull and deliver rough kisses. An expert tongue gathers slicks at your entrance and spreads it all over already drenched folds, eating rather than licking, a starved woman relishing in her first and last mean. It’s all too much, too soon, too sensitive, and you’re in no way capable of pulling away, four hands keeping you all tight and secure in their hold, a prisoner to your own pleasure. 

“Keep them coming, pretty thing. I want your cunt red by the time we’re done with you tonight,” Ellie murmurs in your ear before resuming the path of tenderness her mouth trailing on down your neck. 

You only find the strength left in yourself to follow that order. 

-

An unwelcomed warmth burns your closed eyelids and you shift, attempting to escape its path. To your great despair, it doesn’t budge. A tired groan echoes in the room and you blink sleep back into your body, limbs stretching and encountering a soreness that did not exist before.

Oh. Right. Last night happened and… it was not a dream this time. 

Fear seizes your heart for a moment and you quickly look around, scared to find the bed empty save for your body. A happy sigh of relief marks the moment you see them - Abby clinging to Ellie’s back, still sound asleep and temptingly naked, and Ellie holding onto your waist, staring up at you with a smug look and a kind smile.

“Morning,” she says, voice broken from sleep. “You didn’t think we’d abandon you, did ya?”

“N-no I… I’m just happy to see you.” You cannot control the dumb smile that widens on your lips, and Ellie’s smirk only widens, her hold pulling you back into the eternal depths of the sheets. 

“We’re not going anywhere, try to get some more sleep.”

It’s a simple sentence, meaningless on the surface. 

Yet, you know it’s more than that. 

It’s a promise. 

A promise for more, meant to suppress the doubts blossoming in your chest. A promise that they’ll be there when you awake again, and again, and again.