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tobesolnelyx · 2 months ago

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Hiiii, for a one shot, I was thinking about adult!van and reader in an established relationship, they stayed together through the wilderness and couldn't leave one another. Life is not easy, guilt and nightmares making it difficult for both of them, but life is almost peaceful when they're together. They couldn't be more happy, they both like their jobs, somehow happy with what they're doing with their lives. But, recently, reader started to talk less and less to Van, avoiding her gaze, and most of all her physical contact. Van didn't push it at first, not wanting to make reader uncomfortable. But, reader continued to avoid Van like the pest, despite living together, always refusing any sort of physical contact, always managing to avoid talking somehow. Van is starting to get worried, thinking she did something wrong or maybe that reader is going to leave her. And as she goes to confront reader, to understand what's happening she hears noises in the bathroom. The door is slightly open and that's how she sees reader frowning at herself in the mirror, slightly mumbling about negative things. Then Van enters and reader immediately puts clothes back on. Van tries to ask about what happened but reader denies it, saying that everything is okay. But Van is getting more and more worried, she is almost tearful, thinking that it was going to be over for them and that reader was going to leave her. Reader, when she sees Van like this, immediately feels guilty and reassured her before finally explaining what's been on her mind for so long : reader felt insecure about her scars (honestly could be anything you want : the ones she got from the wilderness, in an accident, SH, or even stretch marks, whatever makes you more comfortable writing about) and was disgusted by her own body. Van finds this ridiculous because first of all she loves reader more than anything and also because reader never had a problem with her scars on her face, always kissing them. So, during the next days, Van makes herself a mission : making reader feel better. It could be some nice little comments, soft touches, etc. Could also be during sex and Van worshiping reader's body gently <3

I think it would work as fluff, hurt/comfort and smut if you want to :)!

— i’ll look after you || adult!van x reader 🦊 (post-crash)

a/n: thanks for req! didn’t include the smut part cause i didn’t feel like it. let me know if you want to write soft smut to that anyway. im definitely open to that! it was so fun to write ahhhh

summary: you got too deep in your head. van, as always, is here to help you get through it. hurt/comfort. fluff.

warnings: mentions of self harm, self hatred, standard yellowjackets warnings.

word count: about 2.7k.

It all started years ago, when you finally managed to leave the wilderness behind. As soon as the plane took off, you didn't look back. You didn't even want to.

The problem was, that place was going to haunt you for the rest of your life.

You remember the flight vividly—how terrifying it was. Your whole body shook, cold sweat clung to your palms, and your fingers clutched Van's hand with desperate strength.

Van was always there. No matter what.

So when you felt her fingers lace through yours, squeezing so tightly you thought she might crush your bones, you felt a spark of hope.

A chance, at least, at a normal life.

With her.

Because the thought that Van might not be there was something you never allowed yourself to entertain. Not after everything you had endured together. Not after spending nearly every waking moment side by side, clinging to each other to stay sane—against all odds.

You looked at her.

Everyone was silent then, lost between fear and a fragile sense of relief. The only sounds were the steady hum of the plane's engines and the low murmurs of the rescue crew—speaking as though afraid that a raised voice might shatter the fragile peace and send one of you lunging at them.

Maybe they weren't entirely wrong. You didn't know anymore.

Van met your gaze at last, tired but looser, more at ease than the others. After so much time spent running in circles, after so many days just fighting to survive, she looked as though someone had lifted a crushing weight off her shoulders.

You knew that some of you would never adjust. Would never fit back into the rhythm of the world, would never fully understand what normal was anymore.

But you and Van had each other. And that made you less afraid than the rest.

The first few weeks back were the hardest. Beyond the paparazzi, the nosy journalists, the endless hospital examinations—you simply couldn't find your place around.

Returning home to a place where everything was in its rightful spot was... strange. Running water, warm radiators, soft beds—it was all so horribly normal it made your skin crawl. You couldn't imagine going to college now, or worse—getting a job.

Not when, only a month ago, your teeth had torn through human flesh and dirt had soaked into the marrow of your bones.

It was then that Van, finally discharged from the hospital, announced that you absolutely had to catch up on all the movies you had missed while you were gone.

You agreed—because you couldn't imagine being away from her for long.

Besides, it gave you both something to do. Something to anchor yourselves with, to stop yourselves from drifting too far into the dark corners of your own minds.

Even if it meant rotting in front of the TV, holding hands, and gorging on junk food you hadn't seen in months.

Van preferred being at your place anyway. Her mother was too much. And your parents didn't mind. They were just relieved you had some shred of normalcy left.

You always curled up next to her, watching whatever terrible movie Van had dragged in.

Years later, not much had changed. If anything, it had only gotten better.

You lived together now, as far from Wiskayok as you could manage. Partly because you had always wanted to escape that shithole, and partly because you couldn't bear the sight of the others—wandering the streets like empty shells.

Van had opened a small but sufficient business of her own. You had found a stable job at last. Van's scars had softened with time, and you made sure to kiss each one every night.

Evenings were still spent the same way: curled up on the couch, with cheap snacks and some ridiculous film Van had unearthed.

"Van," you said one evening, grimacing but laughing at the same time. "This movie is terrible. Put on something else."

"Hey," she grinned, wrapping her arm tighter around your shoulders, pulling you even closer. "This is a classic, babe. You can't just call it terrible. It's essential viewing."

"Is it?" you teased, raising your eyebrows. "I think I was a much happier person before this movie started."

Van rolled her eyes but kissed your forehead anyway, smiling that lopsided smile you loved so much.

"Too late," she murmured, pulling back just enough to flash you a goofy grin.

You always slept together. In all the twenty-five years since your return, there had only been a handful of nights you slept apart. Not because you couldn't stand being separated, but because it was easier that way.

Safer.

The unpleasant hum of voices and memories in your head would grow quieter when you were together.

There were nights when one of you would wake up disoriented, unsure of where you were. And every time, you ended up curled up together, wrapped in blankets like some makeshift straightjacket, waiting for dawn. Because after those nightmares, sleep didn't come easily. You had to start over, every day.

There were days when one of you couldn't settle. Restless. Like you no longer fit inside your own skin, like guilt was gnawing an unbearable hole through you.

And when it felt like you were about to shatter apart, the other would catch you—suggest a walk, a stupid conversation, anything to pull you back.

Van knew she couldn't survive without you.

And then, one day, it hit you. That strange, suffocating feeling.

And not even Van's hands could chase it away this time. Her words, for the first time, didn't help.

You felt as lost as you had at seventeen.

If you couldn't live normally, you decided, you would at least pretend. For Van. For what you had.

It didn't work.

Not when you stood before the bathroom mirror in utter silence and really looked at yourself. Suddenly, everything chafed worse than ever. You couldn't just shrug it off as a bad day anymore.

Being queer in the '90s hadn't been easy. And your thighs still bore the evidence—white scars slicing across your skin. Not to mention the marks left from the wilderness itself, in random places, some more visible than others.

You hadn't thought about them in a long time. But now, you couldn't stop.

Especially now, when your body had changed over the years. And for the first time in your life, you wondered if Van might... leave.

So, whether consciously or not, you pushed her away first.

At first, Van thought it was just one of those bad days you both sometimes had. You avoided her—which was strange. You refused to meet her eyes. You always kept some distance between you. You sat farther away on the couch, flinching when she tried to touch you.

Van decided to give you space. Maybe it would pass. After everything you'd been through, how could she blame you?

She told herself it would fade, like everything else.

But she started worrying when you began skipping goodbye kisses before leaving for work. A kiss took seconds. You had always found time before.

Then you stopped letting her touch you at all.

You even started avoiding changing clothes in front of her—something that had never been a problem before. After all, in the wilderness, you had seen each other naked countless times. It had been almost natural.

And yet.

That's when Van truly started to worry. Confused didn't even begin to cover it.

One evening, she decided enough was enough.

She would get through to you, one way or another. She couldn't go back to those dark days. She couldn't keep worrying that you would slip through her fingers and shatter into pieces.

Van felt like she was seventeen again.

You were lying on the bed, reading god-knows-what, and Van barely cared. She walked over, gently tugging the book from your hands. She hoped you'd laugh—or at least smile.

Instead, you stiffened.

Van hesitated—but leaned in anyway, bracing herself on her arms and nuzzling her cold nose against your neck.

You flinched.

And not from pleasure.

Her lips found your neck, her hand sliding down to your thigh.

That's when you started to squirm, trying to gently push her away. Your hands trembled. Your pulse sped up. And suddenly, you felt trapped—like a wild animal.

You almost bolted from the room.

"Not... not tonight, Van," you muttered. You didn't even call her "love," like you usually did. Just her name. Something twisted painfully in Van's gut.

"I'm just... not in the mood," you added, fumbling for excuses. "Maybe another time."

You slipped out from under her, leaving Van more worried and confused than ever before.

And a horrible thought—an ugly, gnawing thought—sprouted in her mind:

Maybe you wanted to leave.

A few days later, after closing up shop, Van decided she couldn't take it anymore. The doubt. The fear. The guilt gnawing at her that she had somehow screwed everything up.

You used to tell each other everything. Why couldn't you now?

Van wasn't about to give up on the life she had fought so hard for. She had everything she had ever dreamed of. And she wasn't going to let it fall apart.

Even if her heart hammered in her chest and her legs shook slightly, she hunted through the house for you.

Finally, she found the bathroom door ajar.

She froze.

You were standing there, pants pushed halfway down your thighs, a loose shirt hanging off your shoulders, examining... the scars?

Van realized you were staring at yourself like you were searching for something that wasn't there.

"Disgusting," you muttered under your breath.

And that was enough.

Van pushed the door open.

You turned to her, wide-eyed, yanking your pants back up and fumbling to button your shirt. She had already seen. But you couldn't bear the thought of her seeing again. Because maybe this time, she would agree with you. Maybe this time, she would see you the way you feared most.

"What are you doing?" she asked softly, standing in the doorway.

You shook your head, forcing the most fake smile you had ever given her.

"Nothing," you said. But the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

Silence stretched between you. Heavy and loaded—like the nights in the wilderness when you spoke of dreams you didn't really believe would ever come true.

Van wasn't about to let it go.

"Okay," she sighed at last, her voice filled with confusion. You bit your lip, guilt gnawing deeper and deeper with each second. "I'm tired of this shit," Van said. "Tell me what's going on."

You clenched your jaw. Lowered your hands. Looked at yourself in the mirror again.

Took a deep breath.

"Nothing's wrong, Van," you lied—and the words tasted like acid in your mouth.

"Bullshit," she snapped. Her voice cracked. She swallowed hard, fists clenching at her sides, eyes locked on yours so fiercely you couldn't look away this time. "You're avoiding me," she said.

You dug your nail painfully into your palm.

"You're avoiding me, and I have no idea why," she continued. "I'm tired of being brushed off. I'm scared to death, and you're just..." her voice cracked again, tears glinting in her eyes. "...you're just pretending nothing's fucking wrong."

"You want to leave me?" she asked at last, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

"What?" you stared at her, stunned. "No. It's not that. I don't want..."

"Then what is it?" she pushed. You had only seen Van cry a handful of times. Knowing you had caused it now made you feel even worse.

And you broke.

"I feel horrible," you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "In my own skin. With my body. With the scars..." You shrugged helplessly."I feel disgusting."

Van blinked. Once. Twice.

Then she laughed softly— not because she thought it was silly, but because she couldn't understand how you didn't see it.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she whispered, her expression turning serious as she took a small step toward you.

And when you neither moved nor answered, her hands found your waist, pulling you tightly against her chest. Into a warm, firm embrace. Her fingers slid through your hair, and you felt something inside you shatter completely.

And it didn't even feel bad.

The tears came freely then. You broke down completely in her arms, soaking the front of her t-shirt, your fingers clenching tightly into the fabric as if it were the only thing keeping you grounded. You didn't know what you would do without her. And you never wanted to find out.

"I'm sorry," you sobbed into her shoulder, and she only held you tighter, anchoring you so you wouldn't spiral even deeper. Just like she always had. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." The words died somewhere along the way.

Van held you like that for a good half hour. Until you calmed down. Until the tears slowed, until your eyes grew puffy and your lips tasted salty from crying. Until your grip on her softened at last.

She carried you without a word to the bedroom, wrapping you tightly in her arms throughout the night, just like she had done so many years ago. In case you woke up needing her. At least it gave her a few hours to think of a way to fix this.

She listened to the steady rhythm of your breathing, adjusted automatically when you shifted in your sleep, whispered softly in your ear about how much she loved you. Even if you weren't fully awake to hear it.

Eventually, Van found a way. She found a way to fix it.

And that was already more than half the battle won. Because Van was sure of one thing: She wasn't about to let you go. Not after holding you every night for the past twenty-five years.

Van launched a little plan.

It started the next morning, when she made you breakfast and buried you under a mountain of compliments.

"You don't have to say all that," you muttered, trying to wrangle the whirlwind of emotions tearing through your head—guilt, that strange nervousness whenever you tried to believe her.

Van simply sat down beside you at the table and tilted her head until you had no choice but to meet her eyes.

"I think about it every day," she said, a small, genuine smile tugging at her lips. "I think about you—always. Everywhere. I just figured it was time to start saying it out loud."

You stared at her.

Van had always had this uncanny ability to melt people's walls with the sheer force of warmth she somehow carried inside her. You never knew where she got it from. But you were endlessly grateful for it now.

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, and you had to fight the smile creeping onto your face.

Van hadn't been this stupidly proud of herself in a long time.

Over the next few days, she kept it up. Complimenting you. Sometimes so ridiculously that you couldn't help but laugh.

And it worked. God, it worked.

She didn't slow down either—if anything, she doubled down.

Then, once you started feeling a little better—a little more like yourself—she began pulling you close again during movie nights.

"You're staring," you mumbled one evening, your eyes glued to the TV. The stubborn knot in your chest loosened a little more each day. And every time it threatened to tighten again, stealing your breath away, Van was there to pull you back.

She just hummed, her eyes still fixed on you.

"Is that bad?" she asked softly, her fingers tracing slow, comforting circles on your arm. Then she began planting small kisses along your shoulder, your neck—anywhere she could reach.

You stiffened at first. But you didn't pull away. Not this time.

"I guess not," you murmured at last, tilting your head a little, giving her better access. Her lips roamed up and down, her hands gently massaging the scars on your thighs. And this time—you didn't flinch.

"Good," she murmured against your jaw, pressing another kiss there."Because I love you too damn much not to stare."

#van palmer #vanessa palmer #van palmer x reader #van palmer x you #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x you #my writing

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mihii-i · 11 months ago

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ACKKKK HIII ITS THE ACHERON ANON AGAIN 😭😭

i just finished reading your acheron headcanons AND IM LITERALLY LOSING MY MIND IM SO GLAD SOMEONE ELSE IS INSANE ABOUT HER LIKE ME… AND THAT YOU THINK SHES A SWITCH? i’m so normal about this!1!1!1! anyway- while reading your hcs i had an absolutely deranged, down bad horny thought:

having her sprawled out under you, fucking her with your fingers and whispering in her ear, and calling her mei.

saying her name like a prayer while she digs her nails into you and cries and whimpers… telling her how much you love her, letting her fall apart in your hands and piece her back together 😵‍💫

anyways i will be back with more (very sane hebryegge) acheron thoughts ! for simplicity’s sake, could i be ur 🌺 anon? (i wish the flower was red like acherons but WHATEVER MAN.)

thank youuuu !

say it again.

Pairings: acheron x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, dom reader, sub acheron, fingering, sesbian lex yeahhhhh, what’s the thing where you scratch someone’s back cause that’s in there too, tit sucking, use of acheron’s real name, I think I ate my fucking pillow writing this, I love acheron, I managed to write this decently without tea, not proofread.

A/N: YAYAYA ITS YOU AGAIN IM SO GLAD YOU CAME BACK FOR MORE ACHERON STUFFS honestly you’re so real for those freaky ass thoughts and also ofc you can be 🌺 anon <3 🕯️

Shallow strings of gasps echoed off the walls, casting a gentle sigh out of your throat as you felt a set of nails rake down your back. Your fingers plunged deeper as the ridges massaged Acheron’s walls, practically having a death grip on your fingers from how the hot velvety texture clenched around your digits.

You could tell. Each time you’d push and curl them up against that spongy spot within her, a mix between a whimper and a groan wrenched out of her throat. Warmth flooded your senses each time you saw her gorgeous form sprawled out below you, head tilted to the side and eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as she rolled her hips up to match the pace of your fingers.

Acheron could certainly kill you if she wanted. She could turn you into a memory within mere moments. But she didn’t. She trusted you enough to do this to her. Acheron allowed you to see her in such a vulnerable state, leaving you to do whatever you pleased to her.

However, each drag of your fingers massaging her cunt wasn’t predatory nor rough. Rather, it was sweet—affectionate. You wanted her to feel a high which allowed her to bask in comfort within your grasp. You wanted to hear her cries of need and pleasure every time your fingers buried inside her cunt, while you whispered soothing praises into her reddish ears.

You giggled to yourself upon seeing how she was yearning for your touch, eager for you to fuck her into the mattress as she grasped you tightly against her. A shiver pulsed down your spine when you saw how adorably captivating Acheron’s reactions were. Still trying to maintain a composed front, yet crying out below you as a never ending stream of quiet groans and sobs were ripped out of her throat.

Your free hand circled below her breast, hot gasps brushing against the tip of your flushed nose as your teeth tugged on her bud lightly.

“You’re so gorgeous, Mei.”

Your remark made Acheron’s gaze flicker down to you, breathing growing quicker and shallow as she brought a hand to the back of your head to dig her fingers into your hair, pushing you deeper into her chest to encourage your sensual movements.

“Say it again. Please.” Acheron whispered, somehow being able to maintain her usual low voice through her irregular breathing and choked back whimpers. You only dragged your tongue along her breast in response, squeezing the soft flesh between your fingers as your other hand thrusted up into her continuously.

“Mei.” You muttered, face now raising level with her cheek as your warm breath caressed her cheek.

“Mei. Mei. Mei.”

Her name repeated past your lips like a mantra over and over, as Acheron only arched her back in response to your fingers’ fervent thrusts. As if she couldn’t be any more pleasantly ruined by you, your velvety tone of voice simply pushed her over the edge, finding a sense of solace and warmth enveloping her body at the sweet nothings seamlessly dripping from your lips.

“I love you so much, Mei. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Acheron had never seen words as anything important. They’d just been means of communication. A quick frequency vibrating and cutting through the air, much like her own sword. However these words uttered by you and only you seeped into her heart in a way she couldn’t understand. She didn’t understand any of this. Yet, it was welcome. Perhaps she would let you into your heart, because she loved you oh so dearly.

A guttural moan was ripped out of Acheron’s throat as she felt the tip of your fingers press against her sweet spot, her head tilting back into the cloud like pillows, and your lips ghosting her cheek. Her panting filled the room as her climax snapped inside her, the intense high gradually subsiding as you slowly withdrew your fingers, now painted with her fluids. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her stomach as she let out a low hum in response, thighs clenching slightly upon feeling the dampened sheets below her.

“I won’t ever let you go, Mei.”

“That makes two of us, (Name).”

A/N: dude I am so happy with how this turned out even though I wrote this first thing in the morning also guys I swear I’m normal about acheron pls trust (no I’m not sub acheron is making me lose my shit I’m this close to climbing on the ceiling)

#hsr #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai starrail #hsr x reader #hsr smut #honkai acheron #acheron honkai star rail #hsr acheron x reader #acheron my beloved #acheron smut #acheron #acheron x reader #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail acheron #acheron x reader smut #raiden bosenmori mei

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angiethewitch · 6 months ago

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things I did thinking I was being spiritual but it was actually a severe psychotic episode

to preface i am a pagan but let's be honest here this was straight up a mental health crisis

okay let's go

convinced myself there was a very angry poltergeist in my loft after I found out there was an old bed frame up there and it needed my help to move on but instead I threw salt up there and refused to let anyone walk underneath the loft opening

decided I had mastered the art of astral projection and I was travelling to astral planes and I could fly around the world while I was actually just lying there vividly hallucinating

straight up told people that my spiritual guides were gonna kill them like how did I expect them to do anything but laugh in my face

blood magic. like really dangerous stuff. thought I could bring my dead mother back to life by exchanging my life force for her own. hello?

vividly hallucinated my dead mother talking to me and fully believed she was a trapped spirit but nobody else could hear her and it was up to me to save her. all through her funeral she talked to me, she spoke to me for months. took me nearly a year to start dealing with her death and actually begin the grieving process

decided my husband was cursed and made him stand in the kitchen while I walked in a circle around him boiling herbs. poor bloke has dealt with so much

became convinced if I could just cast the right glamour spell at the right time I could breathe underwater and tested this out in the ocean like a very normal and sane individual

thought the wind was actually terrible forces speaking to me and delivering messages just for me so I became terrified of wind because I would have to sit outside and decipher the words that were clearly just for me

sewed a load of crystals onto a t shirt to protect myself from bad energies and called myself "the high priestess" and got very upset when people couldn't understand my power

understood that my cat was not actually a cat and was in fact the spirit of a 2500 year old druid priest sent to guide me in the form of a cat. Still called him Jinx though

started a journal where I detailed all the signs that the end of the world was coming

Read online that the colour red means angry so I desperately avoided the colour red because that meant the world was angry with me

tried to summon satan to terrorise my neighbour who was mean to me and fully believed it would work

decided I was immortal and imbued with the powers of ancient gods which led to some very risky and dangerous situations which I will obviously not detail here

there are many more examples but these are the most ridiculous ones

if you followed me for the witchcraft posts, im sorry. ive had to take a step back from it all for the sake of my own mental wellbeing. spirituality is a huge trigger for me. I tried practicing in moderation, I tried practicing just a little, but it is too much now. I had to unfollow a lot of witchcraft blogs because 1) they all seemed to collectively devolve into conspiracy theories and 2) i had to remove myself from the online witchcraft space. if you were wondering why I don't post about witchcraft anymore, this is why. I barely practice anymore, and when I do, I keep it private so im not encouraged by online validation.

please practice safely. always consider the mundane explanations first.

#angie talks #witchcraft #witchblr #unreality #unreality tw #schizophrenia #hallucinations tw #delusions tw

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mrslankyman · 1 year ago

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Oh Darling

Alastor x (fem) Reader

word count: 2K

Fluff / more of a friendship

based on pilot alastor / slightly out of character

Working on part 2

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Wasn’t everyday just so grand in Hell?

No.

It wasn’t.

Working at the Hazbin Hotel sure wasn’t making your days any grander. Being a room attendant and a good friend to Charlie was starting to get to you.

At least Nifty was there to help. Even though she mainly tried to kill the bugs she at least helped clean the place up. You had become accustomed to her weird and somewhat insane antics. It was Hell after all. You couldn’t really judge.

Husk was as fun as ever. Giving snarky comments but he at least listened when the night wound down and you needed a drink.

Angel Dust would joke around and tell you how awful you looked after scrubbing one of the rooms.

Vaggie didn’t say much since she knew you were friends with Charlie. She rather enjoyed your company stating you were one of the most sane sinners in the hotel.

Alastor on the other hand. Didn’t say much about you nor did he really say much about anyone. He would greet you just as anyone else. Something about him felt weirdly off.

You didn’t question it too much and just went on with your work.

“Hello Darling pleasure to be seeing you this morning!” That radio like voice echoed into the hotels kitchen. You were busy making breakfast.

Someone had to do it and it sure wasn’t gonna be Nifty. No one wants roaches in their pancakes.

“Good morning Alastor.” You answered not looking at him as you flipped the pancake. “Making up a lovely breakfast I do suppose? My mother used to make the most splendid ones in her time.” He remarked as his shadow loomed over you from behind.

“I’m sure she did. I’m not so positive mine will beat your mothers but it will beat your hunger.” Your joke was met with that signature smile as you turned around.

“Ahaha Im sure it will.” He laughed as he stepped aside to give you room. “I came to see if you were able to dust my radio tower? It has accumulated quite a bit of dust.” His question wasn’t really a question. You’d have to do it. It was your job. Though it was nice that he wasn’t demanding.

“Yes I can. I’ll just have to finish up breakfast.” You stated as you went back to cooking.

“Lovely. Oh and {Y/N}.” He cooed making you turn to look at him. His eyes turned dark and black, red static glitched around him. The room turned dark. “Don’t mess with my things.” He warned his clock eyes appearing and his smile widening.

You nodded quickly and looked around. You had seen him do this before but never to you directly. “Yes sir. I won’t.” You answered quickly and sighed with relief as he went back to normal.

“Good.” He clapped his hands together and turned away. “I’ll be back once breakfast is done.” He waved and hummed as he walked out of the kitchen.

You went back to cooking. Just forgetting about what just happened. It was best to just act like it was normal.

——

With breakfast done. You headed off to do your job. Or well request in better words. You grabbed your dusting supplied and went up to Alastors radio tower.

Doing as asked you just dusted. Not moving much of his stuff just the things that needed to be moved to dust. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too mad about that.

Surely he understood if you had to move stuff to be able an do your job. If not I guess you would have to run to Charlie and hide.

While dusting two figures on his desk caught your attention.

A small deer next to a bigger one. Which resembled a doe. Apart if you just assumed he kept up with the deer aesthetic he had going.

Shrugging you dusted them and headed out of the room. Closing the door and headed down stairs to put your supplies up.

——

Nifty was off cleaning somewhere. Husk and Angel Dust were chatting at the bar. Charlie had gone off with Vaggie for the night and who knows where Alastor was.

Deciding that cooking dinner sounded like a good idea you found your self in the kitchen again. Perhaps Charlie should’ve made you the chef instead. Though you just picked up both the jobs. Cleaning was easy and cooking was fun.

Humming you skimmed through a cook book. Unsure of what to cook for the night. That was until a shadow appeared behind you and Alastor appeared.

“Hello Dear!” His enthusiastic voice echoed through the kitchen causing you to turn around and look at him. “I saw you finished dusting. Thank you.” He leaned again the counter. Checking out his claws with a smile. “Need help cooking?” He questioned before looking over at you.

“Just having trouble picking what to cook for tonight.” You answered with a shrug. Making him stand up straight and clap his hands together.

“Why I know just the thing!” He snatched the cook book from you and threw it behind him. A loud thud echoed as it hit the ground.

“Hey-“ he put a finger over your mouth and laughed.

“My mother once showed me a lovely recipe for jambalaya! Who needs a flimsy old cook book when you have memory darling.” He chuckled and nudged you aside as he grabbed all the things he needed.

“I can show you it. If you wish.” He titled his head. Offering to let you in on one of his favorite things.

Something you didn’t suspect but found it rather kind of him.

“Sure. I’d love to learn it.” You agreed and stood beside him as he instructed you on things and gave insight on how to make the ‘best jambalaya you’ll ever eat.’

As he stated.

—

“My mother loved cooking this. Said it was her favorite dish, yes it was.” He smiled wide. A rather genuine smile. Not like the one he always wore. He looked down at the finished dish. A sigh of content escaping his lips.

“I’m sure she was a lovely woman.” You commented grabbing a plate from the cabinet.

He didn’t answer, just hummed. The silence was rather loud. He just stood there for a moment. Lost in memory.

“She was..she really was.” Though his voice sounded rather sad he still held the smile. The never erasing smile.

His reply was late but you put some of the finished jambalaya on a plate. His tone shifting to one of excitement.

“I’m sure you’ll find it splendid.” He turned to you and titled his head. Waiting for you to take a bite.

You moved the spoon up to your mouth and took a bite. Your eyes widened and a smile spread across your face.

It tasted lovely, better than you expected.

His smile stretched further as he watched your reaction.

“Oh I knew you’d love it! It’s very splendid don’t you think? Yes yes, a rather grand recipe the best recipe!” He wrapped his arms around your shoulder. Stretching his arm out in-front of you both and curling his fingers into the palm of his hand.

“I’m sure you agree this is better than some flimsy thing from that old cook book. I can show you many other recipes my mother showed me.” He leaned into your face a smile stuck on his face.

He had never been this touchy so he must be excited.

You nodded in agreement. The idea of having someone to cook with wasn’t a bad one.

“I’d like that.” You laughed and he joined in. Laughing with you for once not feeling like he had to be towering over someone to be seen.

——

So cooking together became a daily occurrence. Wether it be breakfast lunch or dinner. It didn’t matter.

He found cooking with you pleasing. You were one of the only demons he could stand in the hotels.

He slowly began to tell you more about his life. How he and his mother were close. Though it seemed he dodged the questions of his father. Never wanting to talk of him.

Which was understandable from what you could possibly piece together it seemed his dad wasn’t the best.

You decided not to push its.

“So my dear, have you considered being redeemed?” His question made you think. You were both outside looking up at the sky. Dinner was done. And everyone had went to their rooms. You on the other hand weren’t tired and Alastor didn’t have any plans for tomorrow so staying up with you didn’t bother him.

“I suppose it would be nice. Though I’m not sure I would fit in up there.” You shrugged leaning against the railing of his balcony.

He hummed and looked down. “You’re a rather charming demon belle. I don’t see why you wouldn’t fit in.” He chuckled to himself. He didn’t believe in that wacky nonsense of being redeemed.

How could a sinner go to heaven? They had chosen their path in their life time.

He learned that you had killed your husband at the time. Caught him cheating and decided to take his life as well as the other woman. You made your choice in that moment.

Dooming yourself to a life of sin. Just as he had when he committed all his murders.

Though a part of him feared the idea of redemption now. He knew he sure as hell wouldn’t be redeemed. He didn’t feel bad for his crimes. Nor did he care.

But apart of him knew you regretted your actions. You were a soul who would deserve to be redeemed if there was a way.

That scared him.

Knowing he wasn’t in control. Knowing that you could slip out of his hands.

He wasn’t being selfish with his want of keeping you. He just liked having someone around who enjoyed his company. Someone who wasn’t scared of him or only chatted with him cause they didn’t wanna be killed.

Though that is rather selfish isn’t it? Not wanting someone to succeed and be a better version of themself because you want them to stay as they are.

“I’m sure you’d fit in just swell so don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.” He flashed a smile your way. Teeth not showing this time. It seemed almost fake. You shrugged.

“I guess. I would miss everyone here though.. mainly you.” Your words hit him like a brick. He hasn’t suspected you to really truly care about him. Sure you said you two were friends but.. this meant a lot.

“Oh come now. You wouldn’t miss me once you see all the.. heavenly things up there.” He chucked. His voice sounded off and his radio effect faltered.

“Are you okay Alastor? It’s not like I’m gonna be redeemed and even if I was I would miss you. So don’t say I wouldn’t.” You were slightly annoyed at him now. Of course you’d miss him. No amount of heavenly items or ideals would ever top him and his terrible old timey jokes.

“Don’t lie. We’re in Hell why lie? You’re already here! It’s not like it’s gonna send you further down!” He seethed his claws digging into the railing.

“Alastor calm down. Why are you so upset?” You stepped closer to the demon. His ears bent back and his pupils went small. His smile crinkled and his teeth bared.

“You! You have me so confused!” He ran his hand through his hair. Closing his eyes.

“I’ve never felt like this before.. it’s all so frustrating. I’m supposed to make you scared! Don’t you fear me?” He dropped his hand and laughed. A hysteric laugh.

“Alastor..I don’t fear you.. I see you for you.. you’re an amazing friend.” You laid your hand on his shoulder. Calming him down slightly.

“I’m just here to watch these souls suffer and try to climb up only to fall into the fiery pits of failure.. but the pleasure in watching others fail isn’t fun when it comes to you.” He turned his head to look at you.

Your eyes met and for once the smile that was on his face didn’t match what was showing in his eyes.

“A part of me just wants to be with you forever. Just blissfully cooking or chatting like we are now. I’ve never had that.. I have friends but not like this.” He sighed and leaned back against the wall letting himself slide down.

You sat down beside him. Looking at the sky.

“Are those deer figures on your desk you and your mother?” You asked softly.

“Yeah..” he answered.

“They’re lovely.” You held his hand. Smiling as he squeezed yours.

“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. You can relax. I’m gonna be here with you. So stop being all sad. It doesn’t suite you.” You leaned against his shoulder. Receiving a sigh from him.

“Did I ever tell you about my first radio show appearance?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

“No I don’t believe you did.” You smiled and listened as he began the story.

#alastor #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #idk what this is #kinda bad #I zoned out #fluff #cute #alastor x fem reader #sweet #slight angst

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The demons in me probably having orgy bc omg what the fuck

>>Okay. U know how reader is stuck in space for gods know how long, and during this time brain just refuses to be horny. With another top sexually active alien who keeps patient just to see how long it'll take them to notice. But when this dam breaks? Whats then?<<

Tags: Smut, one-shot, thragg x reader, battle beast x reader mentioned(???), self-indulgent, male reader, repressed reader, whore thragg, voyuerism, kismessis feelings/hatefucking in the end, reader is mentioned to be indestructable/able to survive viltrumites, unrealistic porn bc im gonna die a virgin, edging(reader, thragg), creampie, mention of multiple rounds, xenodick with no proper description. No use of y/n, only you-yourself-u, bad spelling n mistakes

[>Have a good read!<]

...

U walking around the ship, supposed sleep time is on and it seems fine right? U walk past room the whole medbay calls "mating den" thats just extra office that was before used for battle planning and was remade into monarchs room. You arent invited - you dont come in. The usual ya know? As per usual, theres noises coming from inside.

And if usually u feel disgusted and continue walking, recently the ship stopped by on some weird planet that had half clotheted aliens whos... they werent humans obviously, he wont let u live a normal life, but they did have mamaries and they were full out. And since its been years of not touching yourself image of them been stuck in your head. U dont have a moment of peace with caretaking and helping moms in the medbay, so u ignore pit in ur lower stomach.

So now ur standing next to that door and focusing fully on the voices inside and palming urself through ur prisoner clothes(this set *just happened* to not show that much skin bc traxans tried to give u their clothes n... um... bikini r really cold in space). U dont recognize voice of the woman, neither do u recognize who hes fucking by sound of slamming her intp the desk - his voice is easier to recognize because hes keeps talking about getting that poor woman pregnant again. The high moans contrast with low growl viltrumute keeps vocalizing not letting her have even a moment of peace. Neithet can u.

Are u attracted to traxans? No. Since recently? Yes. Not much of a choice ya know? Only woman here have heaads of insects and its been at least two years since u last saw a human woman so even fantasizing them is hard. And only another human looking person is Thragg(not counting the kids, u are a sane person), and u hate him. For obvious reasons ur mind starts to ignore as u start fisting ur cock through the rough cloth, and ur mind focusing on his rough breathing to elevate urself even more.

"I waited enough," he growls, "I missed the feeling of these warm walls around me." He says too loud to be only for her to hear. "The den", as u call it, is the farthest room from medbay and closer to ur sleeping cell. Its like hes talking to u. Feeling makes u shiver and speed up just a bit, woman under u in ur head seems to lowered her voice too. Moans behind the door just get louder and yet they all just praise. "Oh monarch", "thank you monarch", "please dont stop!" U try to pretend its said to u out of ur ego. That its u making traxan moans and YOURE the monarch and not that undeserving bastard.

"Gonna pump you full of viltrumite cum and make you pray to me-h." Gods hes more vocal than usual, its almost hard to pretend that woman in ur fantasy looks traxan. Is ego dead? No. U hear them moving in the room with traxan giggling silly before getting almost throen on the bed and have that rod back inside her with loud yell. Sadly you dont notice yourself sounding in her voice, moaning quietly before finishing into your hand.

Your heartbeat is so loud, your hand is white and you dont think wiping it on equally white uniform will work how you want it to. You catch your breath, completely losing your mind. Good lord that was a thick load. Maybe not doing this a few years wasnt a good idea, u just got to your prime afterall! Argh... Now relooking on your fantasy maybe you shouldve stopped yourself when that womans body shifted into more masculine, more battleworn, more viltrumite than you'd like to admit.

You curse under your breath and sigh, is that how you find out you have stokholm syndrom? Like THAT? By jerking off to Thragg? Of all people? Fuck it, of all viltrumites you've met?? Gods, youre pathetic. You fix your clothes with one hand and start walking away from the door, mood fully ruined AGAIN. When you feel cold water coming from the faucet attached to the sink you consider doing this more often. Only because it cleared your mind, not because even imagining that hulking cliff of muscle squeezing you as both of you climax made you see stars not outside the window but behind your eyelids.

"I should throw myself into next meteor shower..." Your voice comes quietly, under your breath, just to be heard by you alone.

...

Okay, you are genuinely insane. Like, full stop insane. Viltrumite uniform made is such way that sweat simply doesnt appear, it was maxe in a way that lets air both cool you down and keep warmth in when you travel in space. But his cape isnt made that way. His cape is made out of fur of an almost immortal being that you documented him killing with his own hands before he kidnapped you. And you are sitting in the laundry room on the floor, breathing in alien sweat(u assume it is at least) mixed with blood of other aliens(weirdly sweet but still metalic).

The cape covers you fully from how much you try to squeeze yourself to stay hidden from the broken door on the end of stairs. Wherether because this ship was not fixed after years of use with short stops on random planets, or because he intentionally broke it - the door wouldnt close. And the urges you started feeling again, flared up when you saw the cape. It was enough to see this guy finally take it off in front of you, shove it into your arms with a command ringing in your ears to wash it - bc throwing it into the washing machine will destroy the washing machine - you just nodded and went down the stairs in the ship.

Your hand was wet with sweat, your face was warm from keeping yourself buried into the cape, and your legs shaking from another climax that just keep on happening purely because you cant stop yourself from indulging this. You dont know if viltrumites have super hearing, or superior sense of smell than you, but if you dont clean it up right now you migjt get in trouble. But you physically cant peel your hand way from your flesh.

One part of your mind, the one that didnt melt yet, tells you to finally get over yourself and wash up; while another wants you to put the cape on and start moaning that bastards name like traxans keep doing every night. On reflex you hit yourself back on the wall, finally finding self control to stop, letting go of yourself just to squeeze the white fur. You groan, biting into remains of Battle Beast, letting go of yourself. Look down on your, finally, relaxed legs and...

Good lord you need to do better because this... "Urgh...I need to wash my own things too now. I hate this so much..." Eyeroll comes naturally as you push yourself up the wall, holding onto cold metal and keep the cape on your front so it at least doesnt show that your pants are ruined.

Warm water in a huge bathtub runs down the white fur as you take off your own clothes. Naked, hard, and already irritated you keep rubbing on still fresh red and weird bluish spots as they leak into the water. You sit on your knees, rubbing in the soaps and some ointments viltrumite picked up on a stray planet - purely to take care of this cape btw - and you used right now. You get 3-in-1 and good luck, and his cape gets private bathroom and bunch of treatments and masks just to keep it pretty. And for who!? Traxans already love him, everyone else hates him, and Battle Beast considered a legend by most! This cape is just sentimental gift he gave himself.

You hand grabs on the lowest corner of the cape, warm and wet from being soaking in the water, and wrap it arouund your palm and start jerking on your cock again. You cant be too rude to his face, why not defile the cape he wears? Not like Battle Beast would judge, probably laugh at your desperation to feel control, but he wouldnt judge. Probably help you with this even. He would be cruel with it, dragging his claws up your thigh as he spills insults at your indestructability. How theres no scars no matter how much you fight. Fought. Youre not allowed to fight now.

You speed up, teasing your head with yur thumb and lean over the bathtub wall, hiding your eyes into your hand as you finish again. Shaking like a leaf as you look down, the white smudges over ther inside of the cape in not as noticeable way as you predicted. "Gods, i miss you." Putting the edge of the fur from out of your hand back into warm water and wipe away cum off your tip. Washing your hands and wipe away tears that appeared in the corners because its not the time. The faster youre done with this, the faster you can go back into your jailcell and pass out.

...

You hit your fist against a wall next to a dryer as youre waiting for the cape to return to its proper glory, the hits dont do much. Your clothes drying on a hanger as you keep staring into the corner of the room, wondering why so many rooms in this place so huge. But you cant wonder for long as you hear someone float over the ground, so you quickly pull your pants on your hips, water dripping from the bottom but you ignore it. Your expression stills into irritation before he can even open the door with a light foosh.

"Why is it taking so long?" Says a guy who lived for thousands of years already. You refuse to roll your eyes as you speak, staying seated in your place.

"The dryer wouldnt start, probably because i dont understand viltrumite. But hey look!" You pat the machine over its glass like it was big dog. "Its spinning. Which means i figured it out, so relax." Acting this flippant at the start of this whole ordeal would send you into cardiac arrest. But after a few years? Fuck him, and fuck his attitude.

"Very well..." He stared at the spinning circle for a while, but you ignore him looking around the bathroom like hes searching for something. "And what is going on with your clothes then?" You look down on yourself, it is your body.

"Got dirty while washing the cape." The fact that it wasnt with blood but with cum instead doesnt have to be mentioned. It doesnt matter. "Can you at least try to not dirty it?" Your voice full of sarcasm, matching his scowl with one of your own, not letting down a staring game. You arent overcompensating, you promise, you just down want to be found out. Even if youre barely hiding it.

He huffs, glaring at you up and down before turning away with loud thump on the floor. You throw your arms in different directions in exasperation, but cross them again when he looks back at you. It doesnt matter. He wants to act angrily, let him, its the only emotion that idiot has anyway. The image of him in bunny suit makes you choke on air.

...

When the cape is done drying, that took you whole day because of the whole... lion mane taking extra time to be dried with a hair fan. Its designited night now. You feel like you could find that den with eyes closed and only using the moans as navigator, to find it in 5 minutes. You exhale, already bracing yourself that you have to enter it and there 100% chance he wont stop when you knock on the door.

"Cape is done. Im coming in, please ignore me." You knock a few more times, still hearing him huffing and puffing as you enter, eyes closed as they turn to the side. You take a few steps in a random direction and put the cape on the manniequene modeled after him - egomaniac, you curse in your mind. When your hands are empty you notice that theres no female moans. First time in months. Last time it was this quiet, he was passed out.

They put your hand up, covering your eyes that keep trying to catch a glimpse of his naked(you assume) form. You know you gonna hate it, you it wont help you, and you know that if you escape no one will believe you. As much as self control you have, you still hear the noise of skin on skin as you walk back to the door into the hallway.

"Wait." You squeeze your eyes and exhale. His voice weirdly needy, not like he doesnt have full ship of his concubines.

"Melanyy is still in medbay since last time. Have anyone specific in your mind?" Melanyy was mother of those twins, you believe. Shes on the older side, almost 5 months now, with her kids causing more trouble than others as Thragg keeps spoiling them. Spoiling meaning, spending more time with them and letting them bully their siblings. Your voice casual, and eyes covered, hips turned towards the door because you do feel your blood moving lower than you'd prefer.

"Can you stop covering yourself when you come here? Its useless." You hear the chair creak and turn back towards the door, your free hand doesnt reach for the pad yet. Frozen in fear or... You can hear that heavy smell, the same from the cape. "I know you want to see me like this..." his voice gets lower in a way you feel shiver go up your spine.

"You have countless poor women on your beck n call and you talk like this to ME?" The palm over your eyes trembles, squeezing the temples uncomfortably as the urge to look rises when you feel warmth coming from behind you. The dent from your teeth as they bite down on your tongue to stay quiet.

"Because youre only one who knows." His voice quiet, but close. Uncomfortably so. "You know what i did and why. You know my actual plan for these... lesser beings you keep calling my children. And i know what you do when you think no one is looking." The feeling of a hand coming to the front of your pants and squeezing your length makes you open your eyes and stare down. "We both know you cant refuse me anymore. And I need something new." You shouldve thrown the whole ship into the meteor shower when you could.

But gods if hes big, like, unironicaly. "It wont fit." You warn and he attempts again before he feels nail digging into his skin. "Either turn around or im calling someone else to help you." You bite back before he can protest.

You didnt expect to sucessed, so he must've been desperate enough to comply. Oh gods his ass is so round. His thighs are toned and strung tight as he flexes them on, you assume, reflex. "Could i get... Can you talk? It feels awkward when its quiet." You say, your hands, like enchanted, reach to squeeze his hips. The muscle maleable under your palm. Warm and slick with sweat.

"The planet we were on seems to have had... arousing effect on me. I have not stopped thinking about having my way with people of that world, but i must focus on my goals no-owh." He squeezes on your digits when you push into bundle of nerves inside him.

"Oh, so youre human in that regard." Smirk creeps up on your lips as you see him glare over his shoulder. "I meant, im glad i know how to help your issues." Laughter dies in the back of your throat as you push second finger inside him just to push into the g spot and make him stumble over his words. "So on that planet..." You remind him the conversation for his own sake, you arent mean. Not fully at least. ;)

"Grrrrhh..." your fingers start to move, hard to tell as a punishment or as reward when you keep grinning like you've won. "It was umm much better than Earth, better people. They gave up the planet the moment they saw-www me. Trembling in place, something you seem to have unlearned." Voice shivering as you scissor his hole while he keeps slowing down his speech is like balm to your nerves. Finally, calmness you deserve. Even when insults and growls keep being thrown over his shoulder, his knuckles turning whiter and denting the bed frame as he stays in place.

He keeps talking like youre listening. Your free hand too focused to bringing you to the highest point just to release the outside pressure and return to fondling viltrumites thighs. So thick n needlesly powerful. Your nails digging into it and barely leaving half moon indents on his skin, you rub against them until his skin smooths out. You feel him tighten around new added finger inside him, viltrumute hisses loudly before grabbing your wrist. "Stop teasing."

"Since when are you so needy?" You laugh, as your wrist is rudely pulled away, the twictch catches your attentio n you bite down on your lower lip. "Okay okay, princess, ill do as you wish."

"Its monarch."

"Its ex-reagent, princess." You palm meets with his ass and you hear the loudest moan you heard from him in foreverr of listening in on his little 'project'. His face is even reder n you arent aure if its from embarrassment or anger. His hand grabs you on the back of your neck and pulls you closer, you dick presses against the red imprint of your hand.

"Im the one whos giving orders. Now do as youre told and fuck me, or im throwing you in space with nothing but your own tears to drink." He stares daggers into your pupils and grin on your lips just widens, his hips are as hard as stone but as warm as the sun.

"As you wish." He pushes your neck away and ypu can finally look down on the small-ish string of pre coating your head and viltrumites ass cheek. "You dont need yo be a bitch about it though." You push inside him, palms pulling the firm globes apart as his asshole eats you whole in single thrust.

Both of you bottoming out before you start a punishing pace, loud slaps of skin on skin with growls underyou n hitched breath in your throat. His ahs n nghs n these whines bouncing off the walls so loudly makes your brains melt a bit more every time. The sound of bed frame getting dented until theres visibly hand prints on the metal, viltrumites hips meeting yours while uncomfortably rubbing his own cock against the bedsheets.

You feel claustrophobic with how tightly youre welcomed inside the alien. How close he keeps you, n how he keeps sucking you in when you attempt to escape. Its addictive. Painfully so. Like if you pull out right now, your skin would be torn off. But gods, you cant stop slamming into him, insults tumbling from your mouth when you slap him again and again, digging your nails into the live handles that make your hands feel right at home.

When he squeezes you too badly you step back, the audible pop coming from between you two as he leans back into you for you just to leave. His head snaps back to look at your delirious expression. "Give me a moment. Hah... does...does this place even have water?" You take another step away to look at the desk with hopes to quench your thirst. You hear viltrumite growl again from getting left off before he even cums.

"You can drink later, step back here and finish the job!" You dont hear him stand up, when you turn to glance at him hes grabbing himself and sits down - his chest is the same size as the mini fridge in the den holy shit. The pecs look hypnotic, the sweat just adding to the pattern as it cascades down his chest hair, at least one he actually growing out.

"Oh shut up. You almost tore my dick off, give a guy a break will ya?" You sass him back before feeling yourself being thrown back on the bed before you reach the water bottle. Indescribable weight falls on your pelvis and you think you hear a crack. The sigh of relief that he lets out almost makes you deaf. Hes acting like theyre only two living beings on a whole ship. "Whore." You tease, your hands holding on his hips again as he starts bouncing on you.

"Shut up." His hand pushes down on your chest to balance himself on top of you, his hips keeping you in place so you cant escape, his other hand falls down to start jerking off.

"Oh nah! Thats cheating!" You hand moves to pull his fingers ofd himself and he shoots you a warning glare. But the heat of this hole situation makes your fear receptors to stop working as you grab wherether space his dick was coming out of. Thragg gasps roughly, his hand pushes you deeper into the bed. "You use it enough already! Let it rest!" Your fingers easily push inside him and he squeezes around them painfully.

His climax looks so good, the liquid coming out of him drips on your stomach, thick ropes coloring you and your hips. You yourself rut inside him a bit, trying to move him off yourself just to feel him sit down and keep you in place as he trobs around you, pulling climax out of you. You see wetness escape him, dripping down between your thighs. You exhale loudly, both taking a moment to catch their breath, eyes closed n silence falls between the two.

"We're not done yet." The gruff noise coming out of his throat makes your eyes open.

"Wow." Is the last normal words you say this night.

...

Next day you wake up to lack of oxygen and a clock screaming near your head, before someone turns it off for you. Light comes on command as clock stops, blasting into your eyelids. Arms around your torso sqeeze air out of your lungs and you hear tired murmur over your head saying that he'll handle wherether he was going to do...

Wait a minute.

Eyes open to see yourself being hugged like a body pillow, your body starts hurting from yesterday. "Eugh..." rubbing sleep off your mind, trying to piece together wgat was going on yesterday.

"Youre not allowed to leave." He says like nothings wrong.

"You broke the bed." He push his face away, attempting to pull away just to hear him growl at it.

"They'll fix it later." Viltrumites grip would break anyone else, not only on the ship, just anyone. But you just feel likes hes being iverbearing, your ribs dont crack at this n he would lie if he thought he didnt enjoy the thought. "You must remain in place."

"Fair enough." Sigh leaves you and you feel another wave of sleepiness attack you.

...........

//first time writing porn, dont judge me, u read it to this point, thats on u

//idk if i should write more of this au or not

#Invincible #thragg x reader #grand regent thragg #Thragg #Smut(?)#Ill add it anyway #Smut #X reader #reader insert #blurb #Invincible blurb #Shit is it battle beast x reader one sided too??? I didnt think that through holy shit #invincible x male reader #X male reader #x male reader tag #x male y/n

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