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Rooms on Fire: Sundown

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader

Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader

Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader

Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

Series Masterlist: Main Masterlist

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Summery: Ben shows his true colors

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Extra warnings for chapter: Oh my god the violence. Violent is here. Im so sorry.

4.4k words

"I can picture every move that a man could make Getting lost in her loving is your first mistake Sundown, you better take care If I find you been creeping 'round my back stairs Sometimes I think it's a sin When I feel like I'm winning, when I'm losing again" ~Sundown, Gordon Lightfoot

Rey always had a way of making things better.

You were sat on the kitchen counter in a loose tank top and baggy shorts that may or may not be Will’s boxers, watching Ray cook for you an Iris. She’d been feeling unwell this morning, no doubt the stress of everything that happened the last few weeks getting to her normally impenetrable facade. You found out she caught the tail end of what Will did to Jonah. Now both of you had watched your fathers die.

But Rey had been emotional support to both of you. You leaned more on your husbands, but Rey gave a sense of normalcy. He was a lot like Ben, making it so you could let go of the guilt that plagued you constantly, clearing your mind of the swirling thoughts of Beatriz and Santiago’s true natures.

Will was safe. Protective and gentle and strong, he continued to dot on you, massaging vitamin c oil into your scars to reduce them now that they could take a little bit of pressure. Your healer, your guardian. You thanked him profusely for protecting you against Jonah’s attempt to rape you, even if parts of you still wished he wasn’t dead.

Francisco was who you were the most honest with. You could tell him how you felt about Santiago and Beatriz, work out your confusing thoughts in soft whispers when you were with only him. Santiago never let Francisco sleep with you anymore at night.

Walking past you to open the oven, he gave your hand a squeeze, lingering a bit. There was nothing romantic or sexual about it; he just wanted you to feel better. To know he was there. He was better than this place, you knew now. Better than this world.

“Madonna! There you are!” Ben rushes in with Will behind him, reaching for you. “Christ! I was worried!”

You’re a bit shocked, but can’t help sliding into his arms. “What do you mean? I’m right here…”

Ben holds you close, your body pressed against his, skin to skin making you cringe. It wasn’t him, it was the idea of touch lately at all.

Will clarified. “You said you were going to be in the garden, we were worried when we didn’t see you.”

You try to squirm out of Ben’s arms. His grip is hard and uncomfortable… he’s too close. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just- ow, Ben- I didn’t think I needed to let you know? I never did before… Ben, please-” He’s kissing you now, your cheek, your neck, your lips… you don’t want Rey and Iris to see you like this… You hear Iris say something, but can’t quite make it out.

“That was before. With everything that’s happened, Jonah, the assasination attempt, we need to know where you are, always.” You didn’t like him talking about Jonah in front of Iris. You didn’t like him talking about Jonah in general. You squirm and try to dodge his kisses.

He rubs against the deepest burn on your belly, making you whimper, trying to push him away. Memories of Jonah’s attack flash in your hands, and suddenly he’s pulled off you. You think for a moment it’s Will, but you see Ben’s blonde hair fisted in Iris’s hand.

“She said stop!” Iris yanks him away and horror drops in your stomach. Ben wouldn’t hurt her, no, you didn’t need to worry, Ben was loving, fun, sunshine- He swung, clocking Iris on the jaw.

What happened next was a blur. Reyansh was on Ben is a second, a rage you’d never seen from your sweet guard before, and the two rays of sunshine throwing hands. Reyansh is slammed against the wall and you shout, wanting to run to him but before you even move Will’s hand is on your wrist. You watch two men you love beating on each other, Rey kneeing Ben in the balls and throwing him to the ground where he momentarily had the advantage. Ben, however, gripped Rey’s hair and used the momentum to roll their bodies over so Ben was on top. You’d seen Ben use the same move during sex.

“WILL! DO SOMETHING!” You scream, watching them hurt each other but Ben with the clear advantage. Still, all he does is hold you back, fingers stroking your hair in an attempt to placate you, but you can’t stand by… still, you can’t get in the middle of a bloody fist fight, especially after watching Jonah die… why couldn’t Will step in when he clearly had the strength to? Ben has the upper hand, and looks like he’s close to killing rey the way Jonah died.

You see Iris make a move to get Ben off him, and Francisco who was previously frozen in shock runs to her. She tried to get out of his grasp, but he simply pushes her away and tackles Ben down. Francisco uses his weight to pin him, using a soothing voice to try and calm the fit. You yank your hand, hand, releasing it from Will’s grasp and painfully pulling on the burnt skin but you needed to get to Rey. Iris pulls his head on her lap, and he spits out some blood onto her dress but gives his girl a weak smile.

“You alright, my love?” He asks her, despite you cleaning blood off his face and her seeming unharmed.

She chuckles, crying but gives him a smile as well. “I’m alright, baby. I’m alright.”

Will is standing above you. You see Ben and Francisco are rising now, Frankie still holding Ben.

“What the hell was that, Saha!”

Rey doesn’t dignify Will with an answer, but you turn to him, giving a little bite to your tone.

“He was defending his girl, Will. You’d done the same for me.”

“Madonna…” He warning in a stern voice, one that made you feel like a child being admonished by a house mother again. “He is a guardsmen, sworn to protect us, not throw punch-”

You looked up at him again, snapping. “He hit Iris!”

Ben chimed in with a ‘She hurt me first!’ but Will ignored him. “She involved herself in something she had no business to.”

“But Ben!-” You were cut off my Iris whispering your name. Her eyes were fearful… and you realize they held the same glint as when you caught her and Ben together… She mouthed, ‘don’t.’

Your eyes never leave hers. “Well, she’s my friend and he’s my personal guard so she’s under my protection.”

Fracicsco’s arms pull you, careful not to touch your sensitive parts. He’s telling you to go, but you worry for Rey and Iris.

“Will, you can’t hurt them, please?”

“I’m not-”

“But you are!” You pull at Francisco’s hand. “You are, because they hurt Ben but please! Don’t!”

Will sighs, shoulders relaxing down as he decides not to lie. “Madonna, they have to be punished. I promise it won’t be harsh.” His blue eyes look remorseful and honest, like he’s resigned to his duties. You trust he wouldn’t be unnecessarily cruel and you knew punishment was important in corrections… but this was Rey and Iris, your friends… Rey, who had only ever loved and protected you. Iris, despite everything, she took care of you.

This time when you pull your arm Francisco lets go, and you rush to Will. You reach for his face, cupping it as you stare into his eyes. Will’s expression was soft, indulgent. He was listening. “Look at him, Will.” You gesture to where Reyansh still bloodied Iris’s skirts. “They both got hit, and Rey took enough for both, don’t you think?”

He seemed sympathetic to the pain Rey was in. “That’s the natural consequence of a fight, Madonna. I need to punish them properly, according to our rules.”

Tears fill your eyes and you hear Ben grumble, Francisco shushing him. “My husband, my love…” You beg him in choked words. You try to appeal to his sense of ownership over Rey and the guards. “He’s your guard, and someone hurt him… can’t we just call it even? Please?”

“No, Madonna.”

Rey coughs from the ground below you, trying to sit up. “I can take it, Will. Just don’t hurt Iris.”

With that, Will’s face shifts. This pulls at something and you take it. “He was just trying to protect her! You’d do the same if anyone hit me, Will, please you killed a man for me, you killed Melanie for me, I know you understand…” You take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles that were still healing for beating Jonah to death. “Please… there's been so much pain here this week… I promise, I promise they learned.”

Ben must've seen Will considering, because he spoke. “Don’t let them get away with it, that bitch put her hands on me!”

His language shocked you, never hearing him talk like that, and Francisco saw the look in your eyes. “Will, c’mon… I think his nose is broken… and Iris just lost her dad… Madonna is under a lot of stress, don’t give her more.”

Finally, Will sighs despite Ben’s protests. He walks over to where Iris and Rey sit and helps them both up. “Go.” He says to Iris. “You can use my medicine closet. Patch him up. I expect him back on duty tonight.”

“Will! What the hell!” Ben shouts but you run up to Will, giving him a short peck on the cheek and whispering thank you.

Will tells Ben to fuck off, and goes to unlock his medicine for Reyansh. Iris turns and gives you a smile.

“You just like to touch everyone but me, don’t you?” Ben’s words shock you back to reality.

“What? Ben… it’s not…” You reach for Francisco’s hand for security as he admonishes Ben, but he continues.

“You kiss Will, and I see you holding Saha’s hand, and now Frankie? But don’t think I’ve noticed you havn’t fucked me!”

“Benjamin!” Francisco shouts as you shrink at Ben’s words. He’s never spoken to you like this, and you don’t think you’ve ever even seen him angry, certainly not at you. “She’s had a traumatic months for fucks sake! Between Santi and Jonah can you go without pussy for a few fucking days?”

“I don’t know Frank, can you go without Santi’s dick in your ass for more than a few days?”

For the next several minutes, the two argued, exchanging heated words and painful secrets. You’d learned Francisco fucks Santiago every night, and the dark spots on his neck were from the husband who’d burned you alive. You learned Ben was sleeping with half of delta still. You learned there was a whole word that existed between the four of them that not only happened before you, but existed outside of you. You thought you were the nucleus holding them together. Instead, you were just the meal they feasted on.

You were finally well enough for him to take you on the horse, a careful walk, out to your meadows again. By now, you were too big to straddle him with his cock inside you and your skin and belly couldn’t bear his body against you. So, as you watched him set up the blanket, you knew you’d miss the feeling of napping in the warm sun with his cock stretching you.

“C’mere, baby.” Francisco helps you sit and then lay down, pulling you close with you using his meaty arm as a pillow.

“I miss you.” You mutter, and he kisses your neck.

His hand holds your stomach, feeling your baby kick. “I’m right here”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“I know.”

There was silence for a moment, letting the birds sing and breeze below through the rustling grass. It was so nice out, and you were thankful for your skimpy dress. You are reminded of all the times you laid here, endless hours making him flower crowns, braiding the little ones into his hair, kissing him, napping… all while he’s stuffed inside you, your skirt spread around your thighs. How many times has Jonah seen you like this? Had he watched from the trees as you fucked in languid strokes, not even trying to cum but just to feel him bucking into you?

Or when Santiago had tripped you, burning your cothes off, fucking you by the fire… had Jonah stood and watched? Had he taken in the view, his own pornography, before helping you? Or when Francisco finger fucked you on the horse, had he savored your sweet sounds and memorized them for nights alone with his fist? How long had he wanted you? How long had he taken even innocent moments and turned them into something vile?

You felt Francisco’s hard cock nestled between your ass cheeks, and by instinct you scoot away just a tiny bit.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry Madonna I’m not trying too- I don’t know why-”

“It’s okay.” No one had been inside you since Jonah’s attempt, you barely let them touch you… but you had to trust Francisco, right? He was good. He was so, so good. “It’s… it’s okay…”

The feeling of him shaking his head russells your hair. “No, no love, it’s not…” He’s pulling back from you and you miss the warmth of his body so you reach back and grab him.

“I miss you…” You choke out. “I miss feeling you inside me… I miss you… please? I want you so bad, Francisco.”

“Baby…” He caresses you cheek with the back of his hand. “You’ve been through a lot…”

“And I don’t want it to change us. Santiago, Jonah… I won’t let them tear us apart…”

He kisses the back of your head. “They won’t. I won’t ever let that happen. You are more important than them.”

It slips out before you can stop. “Am I more important than Ben?”

“I love you.”

You don’t have it in you to press further, instead you arch your back so that your ass brushes against his cock in his pants. “So much has happened… I need this… I need to know you still love me.”

He sighs, stating firmly. “I do love you…” but he moved to unbuckle his pants. You wished you could see him, you wished you could see the way his belly folded over his jeans. You wished you could run your hands over the skin and feel the hair on his chest. But you weren’t ready for that. Instead you just relaxed into his arms, relaxed into him, his safety, his protection. When he pushes your skirt up, his hands are large over your asscheeks and you enjoy feeling covered by him. When he slides in, your body makes room for the familiar feeling.

“Do you want me to make love to you? Or do you just want me inside?”

“Make love, please…”

A gentle kiss on the cheek. “Anything for you.”

Sliding inside you once again, Frankie felt a homecoming. He loved the long hours you and him would spend here, cumming inside you multiple times but keeping you plugged up with his cum. He wished he hadn’t wasted so much time getting inside you properly, loving you the way you wanted to… he would have knocked you up first if he’d been going at this rate… but now, the odds weren’t in his favor.

Frankie revelled in the sound of your mewling, soft and tender like a little kitten… his to protect. As he slowly thrust into you, he vowed he wouldn’t let anyon hurt you again. He needed to talk to Ben, to Will… he needed them to get on board. You clearly cared for Iris and Rey and they cared for you, so he needed to make sure they were protected. Ben had been sneaking out more, going into the community to presumably fuck some other young niave thing… but a rule had been laid about Iris. The fact she was fucking him had been out of her character anyway, but it was over now.

Ben needed to stop sleeping with everyone he could get his hands on, and he needed to respect Madonna’s personal space and boundaries. He was not entitled to her body, especially after all this happened.

Looking up the hill and into the trees, Francisco saw Ben. He stood tall, a scowl on his face; he didn’t like that he got to be inside you.

Francisco sped up his movements, fucking up into you and making you cry out in pleasure. You were unaware of your audience. He never let up eye contact as he rammed his cock into your core and pressed you close to him. His hands felt you up, showing Ben what he was missing. Sitting atop his horse, Francisco watched as Benjamin pulled out his dick and began stroking himself furiously. It was a scramble after that, Frankie wanting you to cum before Ben did, to ruin his little show but still show off what Frankie could do, the sounds you could make.

“Francisco…” You whine, and he buries his face in your neck after checking your eyes were still closed, lost in pleasure.

“I’m right here, Madonna. Always right here…” His longer fingers swirled your clit, and he knew you were close by the way you were clenching down hard. Perfect, you were perfect. Your body shook in his arms as he filled you, the sweet sounds of your orgasm echoing through the meadow valleys and hills and up to Ben’s ears. Francisco didn’t see if he came; he didn’t care anymore. He needed to take care of his Madonna, for suddenly you were crying.

“I wish it was you.” You sob into his sleeved up arm. He was thankful today didn’t require undressing. He didn’t want to have to explain the cuts.

“What do you-”

“The baby! I wish it was yours!”

He brushes a stray lock out of your face as he attempts to sooth you. “May it is… we don’t know…”

“It’s not.” You shake your head. “It’s Will or Bens. I just know it. Those first months, you barely touched me, and after I fail the first time Santiago only touched me once a night!” The way you had switched from Pope to Santiago was not lost on him. “It’s one of them!”

“Is that a bad thing? They’ll love that baby too, just like I will.”

“SANTIAGO WILL KILL ME!”

You explained yourself then, what Santi said. How he threatened you. You had one job, according to him, and that was to get pregnant. It wasn’t suppossed to matter if it was by the Millers, by Santi or himself… but of course, of course Santi had to fuck with you more, because it isn’t really about the savior for Santi.

It’s about Frankie.

It had been a few days and Rey’s face looked awful. He had definitely broken his nose, bruising showing deeply despite his brown skin.

“I’m fine, swear to the gods.” He promises after catching you staring at his face.

“Your eye is almost swollen shut.”

“Like I said, totally fine.” he jokes and you give him a little kick from where you sat on the counter. Iris was feeling sick so Rey and you were taking over cooking dinner. The pineapple upside down cake was in the oven, and Rey was working on the main dish right now.

He watched you watching him, hesitating before he spoke, his tone more sololm than you were used to. “If you could leave… would you?” He watches your eyes go wide, so he rushed to explain more. “You’re pregnant with the savior, there's nothing that says he needs to be raised here! You told me yourself, Beatriz was evil, Santi… sweetie c’mon he threatened you if the baby is blonde! What if he kills the savior when they are born?”

“Rey!” You whisper harshly. “You’re talking heresy!” Your eyes are wide.

He chuckles tiredly. “We crossed that line a while ago… Listen… I know you love that baby, I know you want them to grow up safe and happy but that can’t be here. You’re husbands, they are batship insane and you know it.”

“No.” You shake your head, refusing to accept it. “No, it’s just… Santi, I think he needs help… I can help him, I can make him a better-”

Reyansh grips your shoulders now, an intensity you weren’t expecting. “No! You can’t! It's not just you, you have to realize that. He didn’t hurt you because you did anything wrong. You take off Frankie’s shirt right now and you’ll see a fucking masscure because he’s fucking losing it! He’s dangerous! And Ben, he-”

Reyansh stops, voice cracking and you notice the wetness of his eyes. The pain is etched into every line on his young face. “He rapes my wife. My beautiful, precious wife- he… and I didn’t know, this whole time I had no idea what he’s been doing to her…” You can see he’s crying now, and you’re frozen in fear, reaching for his wet face. “I just let it happen this whole time but now I know the truth, and it’s not happening again and I can’t bear to see you get hurt again. I’m gonna get her out, and I want you to come. I don’t want to leave you here but… I have to protect my family. I want that family to mean you too, anuja.”

There was so much to process here, your mind was whirling from everything you were told, but the idea of Iris and Ben… Did you walk in on her being raped by your husband? Had Ben truly tried to get you in on it, to kiss and touch her while she was raped? To make you an accomplice in his crimes? You think of how she looked at you… fuck, how could you not see it? How did you think she was willingly a part of it when it was clear she loved Reyansh? And you treated her so horrible after…

“I’m gonna be sick.”

Your head spins, and Rey wraps his arms around to set your feet on the floor again. The hand that gently touched his wet, bearded cheek now was on his shoulder to steady yourself as he slid you down from the counter. His arms firm but chaste around you as he pressed against the marble.

“Hey take a deep breath-” His face was ripped away from you, eyes wide as Rey was pulled back by his hair. Then, before you can react, his already bruised head is slammed into the corner of the countertop.

He begins screaming and you do too.

You can see Santiago in the doorway, but he makes no attempt to stop the events unfolding in front of you, does nothing as Ben grabs the kitchen knife and throws it directly into Reyansh’s chest where he lay in agony. The scene has begun to garner a crowd, Frankie running in at the sounds of your screams but freezes in shock as blood files the kitchen once again.

“BEN! STOP!!!” You scream, but Ben’s eyes are crazed and he’s screaming at Rey not to touch you.

You aren’t sure the exact moment his eyes go dead and body falls limp, no longer reacting to the mass of stabs Ben continues to inflict, but you know it’s already too late when Iris bursts in, screaming her lover’s name. When she runs to where Ben is slowing down, straddling over your best friend’s dead body, Francisco reacts quickly, scooping her up and grabbing Iris’s arms behind her back.

“REY! REY! REY!” Iris screams non stop, fighting to get out of Francisco’s grasp as he tells her it’s too dangerous.

Finally, Ben falls over, panting in exhaustion. He throws up on the floor and you realize he’s drunk. The smells of vomit mixes with copper in the the room as the fluids run together. You are barely standing, knees weak, palms sweaty, unable to process what you’ve seen as Ben stands up and stumbles towards you. Will is in the room now, taking it all in, muttering ‘jesus christ Benny… what did you do…’

But walks towards you, a bright smile of white teeth a strange flash of color among the red covering his face. Red. He’s covered in Reyansh’s blood.

“Hey baby, wanna give me a kiss?”

Ben is pulled away from you.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!” Francisco screams to him and you slide to the ground.

“He was touching her!” Ben tries to defend, but francisco is infuriated. He shoved Ben away, moving him to the door. On the ground, Iris is desperately trying to get Rey to come alive. The shakes, the touches to his face, the wretched sobs and ugly cries do nothing as he lays limp in her arms.

“FUCK YOU BENNY! HE WAS HER FRIEND! HE WAS MINE!” Francisco shoves him hard, making Ben stumble into Santiago.

Will steps up, gathering his fist in Francisco’s shirt. “Hey! Keep your fucking hands off him!” In which Santiago steps in and says something similar to Will. They begin to argue and fight and scream at each other; you are left on the floor, inconsequential. When you have the courage to look at Rey’s mangled corpse again, you gather the courage to crawl to him. Up close, the carnage in unbelievable.

There are massive gashes in him, holes in his body you can’t believe he had the strength and rage to go that hard into so many times. A stabwound in his eye. A hole in his cheek.

“Rey…” You sob, reaching out for your bloodied friend. The door shuts behind you and you aren’t sure whose left. “Im so sorry, I’m so, so-”

Iris shoves you backwards, forcing you to fall softly on your butt. “GET AWAY FROM HIM!” She screams at you, and you sit in shock. She’s never spoken to you like this.

“Iris-”

“I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU THAT YOU WERE DANGEROUS TERRITORY!”

Francisco’s arms are around you, a feeling you’d recognize instantly. “I D-didn’t- I did mean-”

“You NEVER DO!” Her eyes are vicious, a fury that far surpassed anything you’ve ever seen in your life. “You are so goddamn stupid, walzing around here like you live in FUCKING FARIE TALE and leave a trail of dead bodies behind you! You dad, Jonah, and now YOU HAD TO GET MY REY KILLED!”

You are speechless. She’s right. Everything is your fault. Jonah said your dad just wanted a better life for you… was that drive the reason the uprising started? Was the death of him, Deacon Tom, Delilah and all the rebels your fault? She had said she didn’t blame you for Jonah… but now her voice joins the chores of everyone else in your life… it was all your fault.

Francisco picks you up.

I'm so sorry

Months and months ago while constructing this story, I had a friend i was working on it a lot with. She had a big hand in creating Iris and Rey. The entire time, before it was entirely planned out even, I knew he was going to die. I knew there was no happy ending to be had for Iris and Reyansh. And that made some scenes very hard too write. Rey didn't deserve any of it. He was a good man who loved his "wife." (not legally married bc cult stuff but in all the ways that matter, they were.)

There is no going back from this now. Madonna is shown who Ben and Santi are.

The last poll i fucked up! It was suppossed to be who does BEN love most lol

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lynn-tged-posting · 12 days ago

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tged webtoon ep 173 spoilers and thoughts but it's mostly just me getting tonal whiplash but not in a bad way i actually like this and more below the cut

sorry i keep doing this (i.e. yelling about the very last panel of the ep instead of going chronologically) but i wanted to show this last panel first,,, idk how many alilloyd fans there are on tged-tumblr (tgedblr?) but i believe they'll be very happy about this panel and probably the next ep or so LOL

she's there for him again YAYYY YAYYYY but also what how did she get here WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?? HELP??

hopefully whatever happens after this will help alicia and lloyds relationship feel more balanced (rn its like fine but it definitely doesnt carry the same weight as llovier to me, simply bc we dont really see alicia and lloyd relying on each other in the same way javier and lloyd do - idk how else to put this but the "power balance" in their relationship feels different than lloviers if that makes sense, bc so often lloyd is doing things for alicia and that's just It yknow?)

anyway back to the top! we've got some really really nice panels of lloyd i just really like these in general,,, i like when he looks determined and serious and focused,,, it is cute

also explicitly mentioning this while also showing alicia IN the unfrozen time bubble with lloyd DOES make me worry a lil bit,,, what if smth happens,,, does fate still affect them when Most of the time across the world is frozen?? im scared,,, but also excited for more alicia lloyd scenes i can explain why in a bit,,, but also scared,,,

tyrant alicia looks cool as ever tho holy shit im VERY glad that the artist gave her a full set of armor and everything, so often we see fantasy stylized women's armor that really doesn't protect anything at all but alicia's armor is really nice and clean i like it,,,

also another panel of lloyd being cringe and javier being embarrassed,,, they're so stupid i love them . LET LLOYD BE CRINGE LET HIM BE FREE

this bit w artanis and the family was also super duper cute,,, little sillies,,, like treats,,,

seems like everyone will be safe for the time that they are frozen,,, thats good!!! at least i hope i am understanding this correctly

also thinking a LOT about these two panels bc,,, not only bc i really like how he looks in the second panel here, but also,,, well as i was reading this i hadnt realized that lloyd would be going off by HIMSELF to the mountains,,, i thought javier would go with him (bc he always does,,,)

i talked abt this when i reacted on twitter but like. javier asks if he's going by himself and lloyd goes "yeah it's fine" and javier doesn't question it, we don't see him objecting or anything,,, bc of course, lloyd will stay safe. that's what he says, so that's what'll be true. javier is also perfectly aware that lloyd can't be harmed by monsters, he's a sword master and has his singing. so the knight lets him go, bc this is a lloyd with a plan, and javier trusts his lord. but also it seems like javier doesnt really realize what exactly it is that lloyd is subjecting himself too. idk if he realizes that every time lloyd freezes time THATS whats freezing his heart; all the knight knows is that lloyd is dying, but the engineer has a solution so surely it's okay (it's not, lloyd is DYING IN THE COLD). jesus fuck

like i imagine if javier realized what exactly it is thats causing lloyd to Die is the exact stuff he's doing to stop fate and save everyone, he'd object immediately and try to find something else,,, but lloyd you fucking MARTYR u dont even say anything abt it and u GO OFF ALONE IN THE COLD WHAT ARE DOING WHAT ARE YOU COOKING. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!! MARTYRS ALL OF YOU!!!

also lloyd saying he's happy god fucking dammit. he has a goal and he's close to achieving it and all his loved ones are safe,,, that's probably the best feeling in the world to him that's the reason why he does like everything,,, it's just to protect what he cares about,,, this tiny lil smile i am going to shake him in a box

"lucky! this is perfect" AS HE'S DYING LLOYD YOU. YOUUUU YOU OYUU SHAKES YOU STOPP IT YOU FUCKING M. MARTYR!!!!

why is he like this. well okay i know why but like what the FUCK. i am pelting ten billion stones at him. risking his damn life AGAIN to protect everyone. leaving javier at the estate and not telling him what the deal is so that javier can be protected too bc thats where artanis is,,, all his loved ones in one place to keep them safe I HATE IT HERE /j

DOUBLY LOSING IT AT HIS FIRST THOUGHT, THE MOMENT HE GETS IN TROUBLE, IS TO CALL FOR JAVIER. I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO ADD TO THAT I JUST THINK THAT SAYS SO MUCH ABT THEIR RELATIONSHIP

"ah, im dying! the first thing i think is not how to solve this myself, nor is it of my parents or of my skills, but of my longtime companion who has always been there for me and thus will help me when i call for him! and i think of him immediately!" points accusatory finger LLOVIER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay i was gonna end the post there but i scrolled back up to review and realized i forgot to actually explain why i am excited for more alicia lloyd scenes so that's gonna go here now i guess LMFAOO

i really really hope that alicia and lloyd have a closer, more quiet moment to talk about their respective lives and history with losing loved ones and feeling isolated as a result. i WAS gonna talk abt that in a dedicated alicia post but i guess itll make a cameo here too lol

bc if u think abt it, suho and alicia both went through very very devastating losses. they both lost the lives of the people who cared for them most, and in very very tragic ways (suho's parents committed, and alicia's parents were slaughtered / alicia's brothers put her in a 'kill or be killed' situation). it's really unfortunate, it's life-altering, and it follows you,,, and then the isolation that comes after that makes it all even worse.

of course, we see suho very explicitly going through throes of isolation through endless work, endless school, and the sheer struggle to just survive to the next day by himself, with no family to support him. obviously, we don't see alicia explicitly having this experience, but i think it'd be reasonable to believe that after the death of her family,,, it was just her. she lost her parents and her brothers, and now she's the only one with the magentano name, and you can't exactly have an empty mantle now can you?

she probably didn't really have anyone to talk to about this. probably just a bunch of old coots on that board of nobles, who have to help her with this "being queen" thing, u cant exactly talk abt ur trauma to people who are technically working for u, who care more abt their status in the kingdom than anything else. and at such a young age, too... like yeah she's surrounded by people technically, but how many people around her actually care for HER, and not for her new status as crown princess? and then as queen? like no wonder tyrant alicia comes to be because of a betrayal from kyle, no wonder she's worried abt letting lloyd into her heart. she's probably been worried about betrayal from a loved one all her life bc of what her brothers did,,, that must be so isolating, and lonely.

so yes, i think alicia probably went through a long bout of isolation, too. and i think alicia and lloyd should Talk about it and have a heart to heart and go "jesus fuck we went through it,,, but we have found people we can rely on. and isn't that wonderful,,," and then alilloyd will have a wonderful leg to stand on yay

i WOULD go on longer about alicia in this rant but i wanted to save it for the post i was planning,,, i couldn't help myself this time though, bc it seemed relevant LOL

anyway i'll see u guys next week,,,!!! very curious to see where things go from here,,, pantara arc pulling shenanigans left and right!!!

#tged #the greatest estate developer #lloyd frontera #lynn misc #tged spoilers #the greatest estate designer #tged lloyd #lynn yaps #alicia magentano #tged alicia #honestly i did not mean to talk abt alicia as long as i did bc as mentioned i wanted to save it for later #but it seemed related!! it felt important!! and i said id explain it early on in the post so i can't just go back on my promise to yap...#ill still make a dedicated alicia post tho. one day. uh. i'm not very good at keeping my posts together and on track and on time.#theres like four analysis posts ive been meaning to make at this point now and like i havent finished ANY of them im kind of embarrassed #whenever those happen to come out though i hope people like them...#that's all ill see yall next post LMFAO

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voidandabyssal · 8 months ago

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Heyy i saw your request are open :D, im sorry if this is cringe but can i get uhhhhh....can i get a uhh...can i get the lovely undertale and underswap boys with a tired s/o who came back from school or work

Some context:

One day i came back from school and i literally just pass out cold on the sofa and slept for a good 4 hours until my parents woke me up lmao

I wanted the boys reacting to that kinda scenario, would they be worried? Would they be chill? It's in your hands now 🥸✊️

Also thank you so much for be writing for undertale i love your works, please take as long as you need, no pressure

Take care 👋

Fear not anon, cringe is dead and I am busy burying it 6 feet under

Sans:

Sans spots you knocked out cold on the couch soon after returning from his own tiring job

He joins you right away

Sans doesn’t want to push you awake or anything so he just collapses on top of you.

Luckily he’s pretty light so him crashing down onto you doesn’t wake you up

If Papyrus doesn’t catch either of you two, then you’d both probably sleep until the next day

When you do wake up (likely to the sound of Papyrus’s lecturing) you accidentally shove Sans off of you

He goes crashing to the floor. The perfect wake up call for such a lazybones! (At least that’s Papyrus’s opinion)

Papyrus:

Like Sans, Papyrus walks in to you already passed out on the couch

He gives you the deepest, most withering look he can manage and exhales the most disappointed sigh he can give

You are spared the wrath of Papyrus’s lecture, for now! He is much too busy finishing up this year’s paper work!

(He can also see how tired you are so he leaves you be)

At least until it’s 8pm and your still knocked out, then he shakes you awake

Though he doesn’t lecture you

He really shouldn’t encourage such lazybones behaviour! But he also noticed how tired you were lately

He can make one exception, just this once though!

Blue (us sans):

Blue was too busy cooking in the kitchen to notice your long nap

When he goes out to get you ready for dinner he notices you

Weren’t you napping like 4 hours ago?! Blue gasps, have you turned into Stretch?! Has his brother’s bad habits finally rubbed off on his favourite human?!

He has a moment of silence for you before he tugs you out from the couch and plops you down on the dining room chair

Can’t sleep if you’re too busy eating

Blue also tries to feed you some sweet desserts! Then you’ll have more energy!

Then you can hang out more!

Stretch (us paps):

You’re so tired when you get home that you fall asleep on Stretch. Just collapse on him like as he lays on the couch watching the latest nabstation show

Stretch wraps his arms around you and follows you right into sweet, sweet unconsciousness

He wakes up briefly just to chase Blue off from bothering either of you

Then he carries you up to his room. There, now you can sleep fully uninterrupted for however long you want

He regrets doing that when you both wake up at 3 in the morning and have all the energy in the world

(You accidentally wake up Blue and now you’re both stuck listening to his lecturing. Send help!)

#cringe is dead #by a self shipping undertale blog #2016 cringe culture fears me #undertale #undertale au #sans x reader #undertale headcanons #sans undertale #voidimagines #papyrus x reader

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archangeldyke-all · 8 months ago

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Oooh for Roach Verse, what about:

-Holiday funtime antics?

-Jinx has a school bully and those chuckleheads create the most over the top plots to help her out, lol

-Jinx brings home a stray

-The gang gives Roach the day off from cooking/ healing/general caretaking and it goes about as well as you'd imagine

-Jinx has a crush on some kid, and Silco/Sevika are not coping well

That's off the top of my head, I gotta go reread the Roach series now! lol

these are so fucking fantastic, i might revisit this a few times to do some of the other prompts too omg. but the one with jinx bringing home a stray??? chaos i love it.

men and minors dni

lock's been avoiding you all day.

it's strange. usually, you, lock and ran are like the three musketeers-- always getting into and back out of trouble together.

but today... lock's been avoiding you like the plague.

it's a little funny. the man's three hundred pounds of pure muscle, tattooed and pierced on nearly every inch of his skin, but each time he walks in a room with you there, he turns on his heel and runs away like a scared little girl.

mostly, though, you're just worried that you've pissed off your friend.

"he really hasn't said anything to you?" you ask ran. they're 'helping' you make sandwiches for lunch-- eating more than they are assembling, but still. you appreciate the company.

"nah, he's been jumpy around me too." they mumble around a mouthful of turkey. you cringe in disgust as you watch them squirt a dollop of mustard directly into their mouth, on top of the mush of turkey on their tongue. "don' worry. we'll get 'im drunk and interrogate him tonight." ran promises, patting your shoulder. you giggle, smacking your friend's hand away from the cold cuts.

twenty minutes later, you're making your rounds across the bar and delivering sandwiches to the crew.

singed and deckard barely notice you, both of them searching the lab for something when you drop off their sandwiches. singed shouts a distracted "thank you roach!" before the basement door slams behind you.

thieram's still asleep-- preparing to stay up all night tonight for work. you put his sandwich on his desk and gently nudge him. "'s almost two." you whisper. he grunts.

"thamk y' r'ch." he mumbles.

your next stop is silco's office, since lock is still hiding from you. you gently knock on the door. "lunch!" you call.

"come in!" silco shouts.

silco's laying back in his office chair, his feet propped up on his desk, a cigar between his lips as he scrubs at his temples. you raise an eyebrow at his haggard appearance, gently placing his sandwich beside the papers littering his desk.

"rough day?" you guess. silco groans. from the sound of his groan alone, you know he needs a bitch-session. you happily plop down on the couch next to his desk, tearing into your sandwich and nodding at silco. "spill. but make it quick, i still gotta feed the kid."

silco groans again at the mention of his foster daughter, and you burst into laughter. of course it's about jinx. silco's never this angsty about business. "she's been avoiding me all day." he sighs, dropping his hands to look at you. you furrow your brows.

"it's only one." you say. he huffs.

"she was acting cagey last night too. has she said anything to you?" he asks. you shake your head no.

you're usually the first person jinx goes to bitch about silco to. you or sevika. so the fact that you haven't heard anything only makes her behavior stranger. silco groans again.

"i don't even know what i did! we were perfectly fine at lunch yesterday, and now she won't even let me in her room!"

"she's probably just hormonal. puberty, silco, it's different for girls man." you try to explain. he just shakes his head.

"no it's not that."

you take another bite of your sandwich, gesturing at silco to do the same. he huffs and rolls his yes, but he at least takes a bite, so you're happy. "lock's been acting jumpy around me too. maybe it's just somethin' in the air." you suggest.

silco's eyes sharpen at your words. the second you hear yourself say it, you figure it out too.

"oh, shit." you mumble, jumping off the couch. "what did those shits get themselves into now?" you ask, scooping up the last few sandwiches you have left to deliver and running toward the office door. silco starts to chuckle behind you-- a defeated laugh, one that means he knows he's about to have an even bigger headache that he did when he just thought jinx was upset with him.

"don't let them drag you into it, roach. i need you as my informant." he begs. you laugh.

"i'll let you know what i find out." you call over your shoulder as you stumble into the hallway and slam silco's office door shut behind him.

you take off toward jinx's room, not bothering to knock, knowing it would only give them time to hide whatever shit they're up to.

you slam the door open, and your eyebrows fly up your forehead when not just jinx and lock; but jinx, lock and sevika all turn to look at you with big guilty eyes.

you groan. "what did you do?"

"now, hold on, why do you assume we--"

"babe, i promise i had nothing to do with it until just this morn--"

"i am so sorry roach, i told her not to--"

they all start to speak at the same time, flailing wildly as their voices overlap. and then, from a pile of blankets and plushies on jinx's bed, a raspy 'meow' floats above all the rambling voices.

they all cringe simultaneously, their heads snapping over to the bed. you burst into defeated laughter.

"a cat!?" you ask, walking over to the bed. jinx's eyes grow a little wider at the smile on your face, and she's the first to run up to your side. "oh, janna." you groan through your smile as you look down at the mangy thing. "fuck, jinx, it's probably getting fleas and lice all over your covers."

she blinks up at you with wide eyes. "but she's so cute, roach!" she squeals. you giggle at the girl, then look up at your friends.

lock's cooing down at the cat, gently patting its forehead as it purrs into his hand. sevika's watching it with a smile she's trying and failing to bite back.

"you're all suckers!" you cry. they both look up at you guiltily.

"jinx is gonna name 'er shitstorm." sevika supplies. you laugh despite yourself, reaching out to ruffle jinx's bangs. it's the perfect name for the poor little cat.

"where did you even find this thing?" you ask. jinx shrugs.

"i heard meowing in the lab last night. found her hiding in a corner, all scared and alone." jinx pouts, reaching down to pet the cat. it seems to know jinx is it's savior-- licking at her hand and closing its eyes as she pets it.

it occurs to you that this is probably what deckard and singed were looking for earlier. you have to bite back a laugh-- this cat is one lucky fucker, narrowly avoiding a brutal death of shimmer experimentation to become a little girl's fur-baby.

"roach..." jinx whispers. you look up from the little cat, rolling your eyes at the wet puppy eyes jinx is blinking at you. "please can we keep her?" she whines.

you huff, throw each of your friends their sandwich, then lean forward and pick the cat up, holding it to your chest. it's a docile little thing, cuddling against you the second you got it in your arms. jinx is wiggling with glee before you, already knowing what your answer's going to be. you flip her off, and she grins.

"fine." you grunt. jinx and lock burst into happy squeals, jumping up and down as they hold each other's hands. sevika's grinning behind the pair. "but you three gotta help me take care of this mess understand?" you ask. they all nod.

"whatever you need, roach." lock promises, grining. you giggle.

"okay. lock, take jinx's bedding out back and burn it-- it's easier than trying to wash out all the bugs and diseases." jinx pouts a bit at the thought of losing her star-themed sheets, and you nudge her with your foot. "you still got your dinosaur sheets in the closet. and i'll buy you a new set next time we're at the markets, okay?" you ask. she nods up at you. lock gets to work stripping her bed.

"jinx, go talk to silco. he thinks you're mad at him."

"you think he's gonna let me keep 'er?" she asks, worried. you snort.

"jinx, you could ask silco for the moon and he'd find a way to bring it to you." you say. jinx smiles shyly at this, and you ruffle her bangs again. "tell 'im i say that pets are good for kids' social development, or some bullshit like that. she'll be good for pest control in the bar. get him to take you shopping for some food and a litter box for little shitstorm, okay?" you ask.

jinx grins and nods up at you, wrapping your legs in a quick hug before taking off down the hall to talk to silco. you laugh as you watch her go.

sevika's the only one left, blinking at you guiltily from across jinx's room. you snort at the sight of her. "come help me clean this little shit." you mumble, nodding toward jinx's bathroom.

sevika follows with a smile.

"you're the sucker." she teases as you pass her the cat, plugging the sink and filling it with warm soapy water. you snort.

"you know she was supposed to be one of singed's test subjects?" you ask. sevika bursts into laughter, scratching the cat under her chin. she purrs so loud it's like a little motor. "i went down there today, he and deckard were tearing the lab apart looking for the cat." you laugh.

sevika snorts. "after her bath i'll go break the news to 'em."

down the hall, silco's shocked voice rings out. "a cat!?"

you and sevika burst into giggles.

you take the cat from her hands, firmly holding it as you start to scrub it's skin free of bugs. she yowls at the water, but settles down once you start to scrub her, seemingly liking her bath. sevika wraps an arm around your waist, kissing your head as you work.

"she is a cute little thing. makes me feel bad for all the creatures jinx didn't rescue from singed." you whisper. sevika chuckles.

"honestly, babe, we're just lucky singed hasn't started experimenting on humans yet." she jokes.

thumping footsteps come running toward jinx's room. you both look up in time to see ran round the corner, a manic grin on their face. "a cat!" they squeal, pushing into the bathroom to coo down at the sweet little thing. "awe, hello sweet girl!" they cry, taking the cat out of your hands and into their arms.

you giggle at sevika's shocked expression-- ran's just a ball of sunshine under their bangs and eyeliner-- and pass ran a clean towel to wrap the cat in.

"you got it from here?" you ask your friend, trusting that they know how to care for the creature better than you. they grin, pressing kisses to the wet cat's head.

"jinx already named me godparent. suck it, bitches." ran says, sticking their tongue out at you and sevika, hugging the cat closer to their chest.

sevika snorts and you roll your eyes fondly.

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brewstersbru · 10 months ago

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More radioapple with ace Alastor (cont. of last 📻🍎 fic) sorry if its a little ooc im sappy

“No.”

Alastor’s voice comes out quick and staticky as he expertly dodges Lucifer’s hands trying to pet down his waistcoat. Lucifer immediately steps back, eyes wide.

“Sorry! Sorry, Al, was that not okay?” He asks, still keeping his distance. Alastor’s expression is inscrutable, nose wrinkled as he smiles at the ground.

It’s quiet for a moment before Alastor shakes his head.

“I need to be alone for a bit.” He grits, then, just as Lucifer goes to respond, his shadows envelop him and he melts from the room.

“That’s-“ Lucifer sighs, “fine.” Leave it to him to somehow fuck this up. “This” being the unspoken, ever so slightly romantic thing he and Alastor have had going on ever since that night in the bathroom.

It started with meals; after figuring out that Lucifer was bearing his wound, Alastor- for lack of a better term- threw himself into feeding him.

Lucifer thought it was sweet that he used his, surprisingly human, ways to care for him through recovery. The food probably didn’t do anything tangible in helping Lucifer’s body patch itself together, but it made him feel warm, loved. Better than he has in an age.

The food, of course, was delicious, but what Lucifer liked most about taking meals with Alastor was the quiet sense of simply being with another person, without expectation. Without an unspoken asking for something in return. Lucifer had already done his part, and the pulsing pain in his chest each night was infinitely worth each peaceful hour.

At first, Alastor didn’t touch him if he didn’t have to, but just him being there, acknowledging Lucifer’s presence and doing his best to care for him through the pain was enough. Lucifer thought it would be over when he was finally healed, that Alastor would consider his debt repaid and leave him to his own devices once the bleeding stopped.

It was almost too much to imagine.

Lucifer has a nasty habit of getting attached, which is really quite unfortunate given his circumstances. Still, he hasn’t been able to shake it quite yet, and in a shameful moment of spiraling weakness, he had torn through his stitches, hoping to elongate the healing window, even just slightly.

He left the three green X’s alone, tried to keep it secret, but somehow Alastor figured it out, like he always seems to.

Furious, he’d marched Lucifer right back to the bathroom and redid his stiches, this time entirely with the neon green thread he is able to manifest at will. The thread was warm, a little biting against his skin, but Lucifer liked it. Liked that it meant Alastor would pay attention to him.

God, what a pathetic thing to do. He still cringes when he thinks back on it, but loneliness will make a wasteland out of you. And Lucifer was desperate enough to bleed for the company, his blood is a mere pittance, after all. He’ll never run dry.

The longer they spent together, the more comfortable Alastor was touching Lucifer; little brushes against his shoulder as he passed behind his usual seat at the kitchen island, a steadying hand on his side when he checked his stitches.

It was bliss.

There was a starving, gnawing part of him that basked in it; that took the offered touches like scraps from a table and still wanted more. Another part of him, cold and still burnt from the last time, told him not to get stupid, not to ask for more than he was worth.

Never to beg, because begging is unbecoming of a king.

They fell into a rhythm, small touches, loaded glances, oh so subtle forms of care. Lucifer was healed before he wanted to be, but Alastor didn’t stop. Didn’t leave, even when he checked his stitches one day and, grinning, snipped them away to reveal a shining pink scar.

Even healed, Alastor cooked for him. Even on days when he couldn’t force himself to leave his room, a covered plate would be left just outside his door, food incomprehensibly warm even hours after being made. The touches- maddening, lovely as they were- continued, chaste and addicting as ever.

Lucifer began to feel wild with it. Something inside of him- frayed at the edges, and torn in the middle- couldn’t quite grasp what was happening. Why? He thought. Why, still? Why me? He never got the courage to ask, too afraid of Alastor realizing his mistake.

So, they continued like that. Alastor got more comfortable touching Lucifer who was more than happy to let him. It seemed like he didn’t get much practice with it. Touching.

The more Lucifer fell into the lull of security, the more he noticed the tentativeness of each touch, the careful laying of each finger against pale skin, as if Alastor were exploring touch for the first time. As if it fascinated him.

Lucifer never asked- always afraid of doing something stupid to make the final shoe drop faster- but he did notice. And he began coming up with a plan. Alastor is not the only person in hell who sees their relationships as transactional. Good deeds must be paid back. They must, or you’re indebted. Or, more frighteningly, at least to Lucifer, they will grow bored of you.

They will see that you are ungrateful, and they will leave.

Unwilling to let that happen, Lucifer devised a plot. Alastor has very obviously never been very intimate with anyone before, which is totally ok, if not confusing given his objectively handsome features. But he evidently, somehow, feels safe exploring intimacy with Lucifer, which is so incredibly heartening (it makes something hot burst in his chest every time he thinks about it). Lucifer can use this to pay Alastor back, slowly introduce him to different touches until he feels more comfortable with them.

It’s perfect. Or- he thought it was perfect. Until today. Until Alastor got that wide, panicked look in his eyes as he shouted “No!” before running off to recover. Father Above. How did Lucifer manage to fuck up this bad? There’s no way they recover from this.

He takes a second to mourn the relationship before squaring his shoulders and heading to his room to write about a hundred drafts of his apology letter. He can’t believe he so brazenly stepped over a boundary, not even realizing it was there!

He’s the king of hell for godssakes, he should know when one of his subjects is on edge, or uncomfortable. More than that, he’s spent enough time with Alastor that he should know his tells, as well.

Some king he’s turned out to be, huh? Fuck.

***

It takes Alastor two days to appear before Lucifer again, and not for lack of trying on his part. Lucifer had forced himself from his room each day, wandering the hotel’s grounds looking for him. Several times he would sit at the bar for hours on end, watching, waiting.

Not for nothing, though, he’s learned something quite interesting about the bartender, Husk, and Angel Dust, the porn star.

Over a series of poorly hushed conversations, and not-so-surreptitious glances, he’s learned that they’re dating. Have been for a good few weeks, and somehow no one’s noticed. They seem glad of that fact, though, so Lucifer resolves not to tell anyone.

More interesting, though, is that Husk has been urging his boyfriend to ‘go for what he wants, for once’ which Lucifer hadn’t really understood until he looked over and caught both of them hurriedly looking away. Super unsuspiciously. It was almost enough to make a grown man blush, the sudden knowledge that he was wanted. That despite what he tells himself in his worst moments, he is desirable.

Angel is an attractive man, Lucifer’s not too insecure in himself to admit that, but something curdles in his gut at the thought of pursuing anything with him while he and Alastor are still on the rocks. Which… Is new, and a little terrifying.

Plus, he doesn’t exactly seem like the type to take charge, if you catch his drift, and while Lucifer is happy to play any role his partner wants, he doesn’t know if he’d be any good at it. Not anymore. He just can’t see himself as a figure of authority, not when he knows what it’s really like to be himself. Pathetic, and lonely. The thought of embarrassing himself like that while vulnerable is excruciating, so he pretends not to have noticed their intentions. Thankfully, Angel hasn’t approached him yet. He’s not sure what he would say, anyway.

Back to the most pressing matter, Alastor knocks on Lucifer’s door late at night, two days after the awkwardness of Lucifer’s unwanted touches. When Lucifer opens the door, he’s smiling calmly, and holding two covered plates, one in each hand.

“May I come in?” He asks. Lucifer nods, doggedly, then flushes when he remembers the state that his room is in, after several nights of wallowing. Being the king of hell does have its perks, though, so he snaps his fingers and the place rights itself.

Not before Alastor gets a good enough look to purse his lips disapprovingly, though.

Lucifer manifests a small table and two chairs, which Alastor makes immediate use of, placing a plate in front of each chair, and pulling one out for Lucifer to sit in.

“Please, take a seat. I think we need to talk.” Great. That’s always a good start to a conversation. Not like that’s ever gone wrong for Lucifer before. Nope.

With a sigh- internally steeling himself against the impending rejection- Lucifer sits. Alastor hums, and follows suit, snapping his fingers to disappear the lids to their food as soon as he’s seated.

It looks delicious, as it always does. Some sort of colored rice dish with meat and veggies mixed throughout. Lucifer smiles and thanks him, snapping to manifest some drinks- a champagne for himself, and a rich red wine for Alastor.

It’s quiet for a bit as they take their first few bites. Lucifer hums his appreciation, which Alastor’s smile ticks up at.

Finally, stomach knotting itself enough to disrupt his enjoyment of the food, Lucifer speaks.

“I’m so sorry, Al. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but I did, and if there’s anything I can do- anything at all- to make up for it-“ before he can finish, Alastor cuts in, voice staticky.

“It wasn’t your fault, my dear. You didn’t know. I’m afraid I…” He trails off for a bit, mulling over his next words. Lucifer waits patiently, eyes wide.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that specific kind of touching. I don’t like it.” He’s not looking at Lucifer anymore, head turned to the side as he taps his claws against his wine glass. Lucifer tilts his head.

“By ‘that kind of touching’, do you mean on your torso? I don’t want to mess it up again.” He asks. It’s a little presumptuous to imply that he’ll be able to touch Alastor, after this, but he’s too on edge to censor himself correctly. Alastor scoffs.

“You did not ‘mess anything up’. There was just a simple miscommunication. By that I mean sexual touches. Or anything meant to lead in that direction.” Ah, Lucifer’s hand had been quite close to his navel, and his intention was most definitely to take the touches further if Alastor was comfortable with it. He nods, apologizing once more.

“Got it. Sorry again, Al, I know you don’t think I need to say it, but I still feel bad. Thank you for telling me.” Lucifer- infinitely relieved and brimming with ill-advised hope- smiles up at him and rests his hand, palm up, in the middle of the table. Maybe he can salvage this. Maybe he doesn’t have to lose everything again.

Alastor’s grin softens at the edges as his eyes rove over Lucifer’s expression. He ‘tsk’s but places his own hand on top of Lucifer’s, gently intertwining their fingers and bringing them up to press a small kiss to Lucifer’s knuckles.

A giddy laugh bursts from Lucifer’s chest and he buries his face- or what he can manage to obscure of it- into the palm of his remaining hand. It’s okay. Alastor’s not angry with him, it’s okay.

A few tears gather on his lashline, but he blinks them away before they can fall. Alastor’s other hand leaves his wine glass to brush just underneath Lucifer’s eye.

“Oh, don’t cry, dearest. It’s alright.” He says, voice softer than Lucifer thinks he’s ever heard it. It occurs to him that this must have been hard for Alastor, too, so unused to being vulnerable, but still showing this part of himself to Lucifer, and for what? So that Lucifer feels better? To put his mind at ease?

It’s so stupid.

It’s so kind.

Lucifer shakes his head, “Happy tears, Al. Thanks for trusting me.”

Alastor’s thumb swipes against the apple of his cheek as he hums.

“As if I could do anything else.”

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dannyphantom-zero · 11 months ago

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Doctor Danny Chapter 7

Jason sat next to Danny on the couch. He had been worried for nothing after all. Of course Danny was smarter than that, why he thought Danny would be swayed was beyond him.

Danny fell asleep leaning against Jason.

It was like when your pet is sleeping on you, you don't move. That's the rule.

Danny was cute enough to be compared to a puppy.

Danny's shifted in his sleep making Jason freeze.

Danny woke up to find himself sprawled on top of Jason who was sleeping on his back. Danny was curled up so his head rested on Jason's stomach.

Danny scrambled off of Jason and sat on the floor. He wasn't sure why he had been on top of Jason, but he knew Jason would tease him to no end of he woke up and found him like that.

Danny sighed as he made his way over to the small kitchen.

'The least I could do is prepare breakfast after Imposing on Jason- WAIT WHAT AM I THINKING! I WAS PRACTICALLY KIDNAPPED!!' Danny thought furiously as he pulled out a carton of eggs.

Not even ten minutes later Jason's eyes snapped awake, his danger senses were tingling.

Jason sat up and the first thing he noticed was the smell of smoke wafting through the air.

The next thing he noticed was Danny who appeared to be fanning the flames on the stove.

"Danny! Stop!" Jason cried out running over to his stove.

Danny turned startled.

"What do I do?" his voice was shaky and he looked ready to cry.

Jason turned of the stove and extinguished the fire.

"Well for starters, your banished from the kitchen." Jason said sighing.

Jason took another glance and the charcoal looking mess in his pan.

"If you were hungry I could've made you something"

"I didn't want to bother you. I'm already practically living here, the least I could do was help out"

Danny flinched as Jason hugged him.

Why...was Jason hugging him?

Danny suddenly got an idea.

He grabbed his last check out of his coat and handed it to Jason.

"Here, this should cover the cost of the damages. I'm really sorry Jason. I hope you don't hate me now"

Jason laughed, "you think your the first kitchen disaster I've ever met. Clearly you need to spend.more time around my brothers"

"Wait...so your not mad?"

"Not even a little bit"

Danny felt like a weight had been taken off his chest and he could finally breathe again.

"Im glad"

"Actually-" Jason said feeling a little tense, "if anyone should be mad. It's you"

Danny felt surprised, he tried to remember why he would be mad. Then he got a flashback of the moment in his car when he yelled at Jason and ran away.

He face grew beet red, how embarrassing.

"T-that, it's fine. I made a big deal out of something that was nothing and now I feel really bad about it" Danny said trying to wipe away at his red face.

"It's fine, but you still can't go back to your apartment"

Danny groaned, "you are way too over protective"

Jason glanced at the button pan sarcastically.

Danny let it go, not wanting his cooking skills to be judged any further.

"Don't worry, I'll buy you a new one" Danny deadpanned.

"Sure, sure. But for now, get dressed. I'm taking you out"

Danny blinked, before he could think he was in casual clothes and being put on the back of Jason's motorcycle.

"Where are we going?" Danny asked over the rest of the motorcycle.

"It's a surprise!" Jason yelled back.

The motorcycle zipped through Gotham at speeds that didn't seem exactly safe.

When the motorcycles engine finally shut off, Danny was left shaking.

"Jason" Danny said weakly, "hm?"

"Moter vehicle accidents are the leading cause of death you know"

Jason shook his head, "no, pretty sure it's old age"

Danny huffed.

Someone bumped into Danny, as they did Danny felt a very uncomfortable twing in his side.

He cringed.

"Hey!" Jason yelled, but the person was long gone.

"Damn people!" Jason muttered.

"It's fine, it was an accident"

Without warning Jason stuck his hands on Danny pockets.

"Were you carrying a wallet? Anything valuable in your pockets?" He asked as he searched.

"Um, no. Please stop, people are staring at us" Danny pleaded.

Jason sighed, "sorry. Usually when people run into you, it's on purpose. Either it's a scam to get money from you or they straight up pick pocket from you"

Danny nodded, "I'll remember that in the future thanks"

As they walked inside Danny couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. Jason had dragged from the apartment to God knows where, to do whatever AND he could've killed him on that damned motorcycle.

Danny should his head, something seemed to be wrong with him. Why couldn't he just stop getting angry over little things.

"Danny?"

Danny snapped out of his thoughts.

"What is this place?"

Jason smiled, "its the hideout for the gang I manage"

Danny furrowed his brow in alarm.

"Or at least, it used to be. They got wiped out clean. I was thinking of repurposing this place. Now it's just an alcove for squatters"

"Why are we here?"

Jason revealed a bag he had been carrying.

"Well, before I met you I would bring them groceries, mostly canned food but I've been a little busy so I haven't lately"

Danny felt distant from the scene in front of him. As Jason handed out the food to the homeless men, Danny felt annoyed.

What was wrong with him?

"Danny? Something wrong?" Jason asked.

"No, of course not" the words came out harshly.

"I just need some air"

Jason walked Danny outside.

Not too far from them, a drink guy was stumbling around.

"Heyyyy buddy-" the guy slurred.

Something rose from the pits of Danny core, like an indescribable rage and Danny just started wailing on the drunk guy.

Jason had to grab Danny and pull him up by his arms. A nearby police officer caught sight of this and Danny was arrested despite Jason's protests.

Luckily Danny didn't fight the officer. Danny was brought to a holding cell among a few other people.

"This is fucking bullshit!" Danny yelled.

Another person in the cell was about to tell him to shut it when they recognized him.

"Hey aren't you the good doctor from the news. What's a straight collar fella like you doin in a place like this?"

That comment was the start of an all out brawl.

The guards had to operate Danny from everyone else.

"I'm so sorry officers. Daniel has never acted this way before. I believe someone must've drugged him, in fact, it was probably that sketchy guy he s been hanging around"

Danny lifted his head slightly at the voice, feeling strangely drowsy.

"Your not wrong, according to his records hes a stand up guy. If you can vouch for him and are willing to pay his bail, well send him with you"

There was a clink and the cells dor opened.

"Thank God your alright! I shouldn't have let you leave with him!"

Danny was too tired and shocked to reply as the man wound his arms around Danny.

Jason frantically asked the front desk at the police department about Danny.

"A man just came and picked him up"

A feeling of red consumed Jason. THAT FUCKING RAT BASTARD!

Danny wasn't sure when he had blacked out, but when he woke up he was tied to a medal table.

It felt like one of his nightmares. Danny pulled at the restraints. Upon feeling the cold touch of the medal he realized he was not in a nightmare.

"I see you got Daniel. I'll give you the payment after I take him"

Danny struggled as the voices grew closer.

That's when a very familiar face stepped into the room.

Danny lost it, he was consumed by a blind rage. The restraints snapped and he flew at the man.

"Fuck you Vlad! I am not the weak boy you once knew!"

Vlad, to say the least, hadn't expected Danny to be able to break from his restraints.

Lex Luther called the police commissioner telling him that an overpowered meta was about to murder the rich Vlad Masters.

A few members of the league showed up. Danny was too busy firing at Vlad to notice.

"STOP!" Superman shouted.

Danny didn't hear him, all he knew was Vlad wasn't getting away this time. Danny had Vlad trapped against the wall.

It hadn't registered in his mind what was going on, that Vlad was hiding his own powers and pretending to be the victim.

Someone pulled him back before he could do anything.

"Danny! What did they do to you? Are you okay?"

The haze cleared up in Danny's vision.

"Jason? I-I"

Danny's limbs felt numb.

"Table" he blurted out before falling forward.

Jason's eyes swept the room that was practically destroyed.

"What is that?" He demanded pointed towards the medal table that had been thrown against the wall. The restraints were hanging from it.

"What did you bastards do to Danny?!"

"We are merely innocent bystanders to the rage of a unauthorized meta" Vlad said standing up.

"Yes and you'll find no proof otherwise" lex Luther said entering in the conversation. Jason stalked towards Lex.

"Why Danny? What connection do you have to him? You could've messed with anyone else-" Jason stopped himself and went back to Danny.

"I'll bring him to a hospital, they should be locked up. Danny's a witness"

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc universe #batman #dpxdc #redhood #fanfiction #jason todd #phandom

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boxjellyjelly · 4 months ago

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i know almost all of you follow me for Weddie stuff but ermmmmmm Muirinnes time!!!!!!!!!!! Anyways here are some headcanons of them because i wanna flesh them out a bit for a fanfic im writing :] ( spoilers for the fic: lots of soft fluffy m0nsterfvcking)

Some of these are probably hella ooc but idc, im cringe and free and i wanna see those two old men BOINK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Innes

- Something tells me he's a good friend of Roys, probably not as close as Caz is obviously, but still I can see them throwing playful jabs at eachother

- Dimples. The man has dimples. You cant change my mind.

- Extremely patient and level headed, i mean, we saw how he was when his literal best friend turned into a sludge meatball, shock or not he was clear headed enough to tell Caz to get his shit together so they could (try to) help eachother out.

- I feel like he has a really good relationship with his parents. Type to have sunday dinners with the family before his job on the rig, clean the dishes afterwards and everything.

- Someone said this already (cant exactly remember who) but he definitely seems like the type to destress by just sitting with one of his favorite tv shows in his underwear, smoking a cig and sipping a beer. Though, occasionally he destresses by hanging out with the rest of the crew.

- During competitive games i feel like hes the type to try an trick the other out of winning, making a quick loud noise, getting in their head, stuff like that lol (Muir backs him up every time)

- Always up to some weird shit like feeding seagulls bits of his lunch or helping Roy cook even though he has 0 culinary skills

Muir

- Papas boy. 100%. Has a few pictures in a picture book of him and his dad working on cars together

- The type to work so fast he forgets safety, gets injuried (not huge injuries, things like smashed fingers, split nails, etc) on the job all the time

- Dares/bets some of the crew members to do stupid shit whenever work feels too slow to him, Finlay and Caz are the only ones who still take him up on the dares

- Actually really smart though when he wants to be, to the point that it suprises some people

- I also feel like hes suprisingly good at drawing. No professional by any means, but the type to make nice scribbly doodles when bored or taking calls (Mostly of cars or the crew, sometimes the stray seagull too)

- Always. Gets. Sick. During the colder seasons. Im talking sickly victorian ill but still wanting to work, Innes has to practically force him to stay in his cabin.

- His love language is calling people names and having playful verbal fights. Sometimes roughhousing too but after Finlay threw him into a door and broke it, Rennick put a stop to that real fucking quick

#blondie rambles #muirinnes #muir swtd #innes swtd #swtd #headcanons #still wakes the deep #also pls gimme your headcanons if you have any..... if i like them enough i might draw them

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oatscoop · 11 months ago

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Luffy

hiiiiii silly billys

here is a little something i wrote at 3 am and felt like sharing. it truly isnt all that but i thought why not share ya know?

Smooches Kisses Fishes

The sun is out and our tummies are empty. As per usual Usopp,Brooke, Luffy, and I are all fishing for lunch today. Tomorrow we’re supposed to arrive at that new island but Luffy's appetit has set us back a meal or two as far as supplies goes. All of us have had no luck whatsoever.

I look at Usopp and Brooke who are now fast asleep. The slow rocking of the boat and the calm waves really are soothing. I'd probably be asleep too if not for Luffy's complaining.

“Ughhhhh im huunngryyyy….” Luffy whines and rubs his stomach with his free hand. “....Sanji can you check the fridge again?”

“How many times do i have to tell you idiot. It's empty, you ate everything out of it yesterday!” Sanji yells angrily and throws the empty glass he just took from Nami at the back of Luffy's head.

“OW!” Luffy says quickly and his hand moves to the back of his head, rubbing the spot the cup hit him in.

“Y/n, you’re too beautiful to be around this stupidity, why don't you take a break and let these idiots fish?’ Sanji asks as he moves to my side.

I cringe and move closer to luffy.

“No no, I'm okay. I like fishing with them, it gives me something to do on a boring day like today.” I smile warmly and before I can say anything else Luffy's arm wraps around my waist multiple times and drags me right into his side.

“Yeah Sanji, she likes fishing.” Luffy gives Sanji an annoyed look and sticks his tongue out at him. He keeps his arm tightly around my waist.

Sanji rolls his eyes and walks to the kitchen leaving Usopp, Brooke, Luffy and I the only ones on the deck..

I crack a smile feeling Luffy squeeze me to him just a little closer.

"You did see Sanji leave right?” I chuckle and look at him as he focuses on the water.

“Yeah, and?” Luffy says bluntly and looks at me.

“Well you don't have to keep me so close” I smile and look back to the water.

“Yeah huh. I like havin you close.” He flashes a cocky smirk that I can see out of the corner of my eye.

“Is that so captain?” I chuckle and start to fidget with my fishing line.

“Oh I know so.” Luffy says with a confident smile and plants a big wet kiss on my cheek, As he pulls his head back he makes the ‘mwah’ sound effect.

My face scrunches up when I feel his wet lips hit my cheek. I lean my head away from him once he pulls back from his cheeky little kiss. Luffy bursts out with laughter once he sees my reaction.

“Ewwww Luffy!” I giggle as I try to wipe the wet kiss from my now bright red cheeks.

“Whaaaatt!” He smiles and speaks sarcastically, “Come on, you know you like them.”

He giggles right along with me and sets his fishing rod down. He wraps his other arm around my waist and tries to force more of his signature wet kisses to my face.

‘Nooo, no more Luffy, I do not like them!” I somewhat lie and try to cover my face as best I can but he still manages to sneak a couple in there.

I try to push Luffy off me until I feel my fishing line being pulled.

“Oh wait!” I smile excitedly and grip my fishing rod, “Luffy i think i caught something’

He perks up a bit and looks to the line. It is definitely being tugged. He nods and puts his hands over mine as he helps to pull in the fish.

‘Oh geez I think this is a big one!” Luffy smiles and his mouth starts to drool as he sees the fish surfacing.

“What's all the commotion about?” Brooke yawns and looks at us as Luffy and I pull in the large fish.

‘Lunch’ I nod determinedly and not long after we yank quite a large fish from the water.

After we caught it and brought the fish to Sanji to cook, Luffy and I found ourselves back on the deck looking out at the sea.

‘I can't believe we caught that big of a fish.” I smile proudly and look at Luffy.

“I think it was my awesome kisses that summoned the fish.” He crosses his arms and nods with pride. “I think the fish wanted one of my kisses too.”

“I don't think anyone likes those kisses Luffy” I roll my eyes and laugh.

‘Don't lie to me now” He smiles and ruffles my hair.

‘Okay okay…. You caught me. Maybe I do like them.” I sigh and look away from him as I blush slightly.

Luffy keeps his hand on my head and leans in. He chuckles and plants another wet kiss to my cheek.

“I made sure that one was extra wet-”

there is definitely some spelling and grammar mistakes just so you know

if you like it lmk maybe i can whip something else up

#anime #monkey d. luffy #luffy #one piece #fanfic #x reader #y/n #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #king of the pirates #one piece fanart

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luvmyoui · 2 years ago

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one-how it all started

masterlist next

myoui mina x fem!reader

warnings: sexism(?), smut, degradation, pregnancy, mina being a pro-lifer, badly written smut, spanking, facefucking, cockslapping, breeding kink???

word count: 3,124

a/n: this is my first time ever writing smut and so it might be cringe and bad BUT HOPEFULLY ILL IMPROVE!!

The only sounds that could be heard in your room at this moment were the slapping of skin, mina's grunts, and your moans. The room was hot, like a sauna almost, there was sweat dripping down the skins of both you and mina.

“please, please, please”, please was all you could get out, your mind was all jumbled up, the pleasure you were feeling was overtaking your senses.

“yeah, you like that? hm? you like it when i fuck you like this?" all you could do was moan in response as mina kept pounding into you.

the only thing you could focus on was mina's huge cock filling you up, you had just gotten onto birth control which meant that mina was now fucking you raw for the first time. You didn't think it’d feel this different, feel this much better. You could feel the veins on her cock rubbing inside you as she entered and exited you. you could feel the tip of her cock kissing your cervix and it made your eyes roll to the back of your head every time, you swore nothing could beat the feeling.

for some reason she felt so much bigger inside you without a condom, it felt almost like your first time (which was with her). the pleasurable pain of her practically splitting you open with her cock. The feeling was too good, it truly felt amazing.

“fuckfuckfuck im coming, fuck. you gonna take my load hm? gonna let me fill you up?” mina said, lost in pleasure as she quickened her pace if that was even possible with how fast she was going.

“yes, yes, please mina please cum inside me i need it.” you said feeling yourself get more turned on by her dirty words as you moaned more and louder.

almost right after you said that mina came, she reached her hand down to rub at your clit while she continued thrusting into you. The feeling of her warm load entering you along with the extra stimulation at your clit sent you flying over the edge along with her.

after both of you finished, mina collapsed on top of you and turned you along with herself to the side so that her weight was now on the bed but her dick still buried inside you.

“can i just stay inside, please?” mina asked in the most innocent voice making you question weather this was the same girl who was fucking you raw and whispering dirty things into your ear just moments before.

hearing her say it like that, you couldn't help but nod and bury your head in her covered chest. whenever you two had sex mina never undressed fully, sure she’d take off her pants but she hated taking off her shirt. you assumed it was just insecurity about her breasts (it's not) so you never really pushed her on it and accepted it how it was.

soon enough you had both fallen asleep minas cock still deep inside you stopping her semen from fully exiting you. you woke up from your little nap with mina by hearing the front door of your house open. ‘fuck’ was all you could think as you quickly woke mina up telling her your dad was home and that she needed to leave. she quickly got up and dressed herself as she left from the window in your room right before your dad entered. you held your phone up to your face as you pretended to have been using your phone when he entered.

“hey, just wanted to let you know your mom won't be home ‘till late so don't bother waiting for her.”

“yeah, okay.”

myoui mina, the most popular person in your school, was more of a popular guy though. her condition of being intersex was well known to everyone in your school including the guys in turn making almost all her friends guys. and mina? she was the definition of a male, there was no other way to describe her. She played video games all day, refused to cook or clean after herself because of course her mom pampers her and treats her like a prince(ss), and you once even walked in on her comparing sizes with her friend(she was indeed bigger). seeing that sight you were obviously bewildered because wtf?? but in response she just told you to leave and that you wouldn't get it.

before you two even dated she had slept with almost all the girls in your school, and you two started dating sophomore year. mina was basically a guy, called the girls who slept around whores but she herself? She obviously wasn't a whore because she had a dick.

you, being the most popular girl (discluding mina), it was only obvious for you to date mina, and who wouldn't fall for her. not only did she not lack in looks or sizes she was also funny and cute and she somehow managed to woo you. you two were the it couple of your school, the most popular girls in the school were dating. Obviously everyone loved it, all the guys were in love with you and girls were in love with mina so it only made sense for you two to date. more than that though, you genuinely loved mina, no matter her boyish personality you still loved her so much. so much so that you gave your virginity to her.

that was another thing mina loved about you, you were clean. a virgin, never been touched by anyone other than her, it made her happy that you weren't a whore like the other girls at school.

your dad never really liked your relationship with mina especially after catching her balls deep inside of you. obviously(and thankfully) she covered you instead of herself because other than her dick she was fully dressed. she pulled out of you, her dick still out and bowed to your father apologizing to him. your dad never wanted you to date anyone, he never wanted to see ‘his little girl’ hurt, and after seeing mina fucking you first hand he wasnt that happy.

other than his protectiveness though, your dad was pretty chill with mina and compared to the other people you had brought home you would probably say he disliked mina the least. because you were serious with mina and planned a future with her you were really happy she was the one your dad liked the most. even though you knew that if you were to marry mina she’d probably make you a stay at home mom you didn't mind that for now, there was still a long way to marriage and by then you could probably reason something out with her.

It has been a couple weeks since you and mina did it for the first time without protection and you haven't been feeling very well. whenever you had sex with mina if she squeezed or touched your boobs it'd hurt a lot more than it’d pleasure you, your chest was much more sore and you had a lot of nausea. you knew what it was when you noticed your period wasn’t coming. panicked you called up your best friend camila.

“hey, can you get a pregnancy test and come over to my house real quick?” you spoke into your phone a bit panicked

“what?”

“I'll tell you when you get here.” you said before hanging up on her, thoughts were rushing through your head, what were you gonna do if it was positive. you decided that if it was positive then you would have to abort it, you had to for the sake of your future.

As soon as camila arrived you explained what had happened and that you had no clue how this could've happened.

“how long had you been on birth control for when you first did it without protection?” was the first thing camila asked after you explained the situation.

“uhh, I think a day or two?” you said unsure of the exact day.

“are you dumb or are you dumb?! did you even listen to what the doctor said when you were given birth control??? you're supposed to wait a week!” she said in disbelief at your lack of knowledge.

“I know I know but mina kept on insisting, she said that condoms were uncomfortable and she wanted to be closer to me. and she told me the other girls she had been with let her do it early into taking birth control.”

“you idiot, you never listen when a guy says stuff like that”

“but mina's a girl so it’s different.” you responded meekly

“you and i both know that there is no difference, mina is a literal guy.'' camila said and you knew you couldn't argue with that.

before you knew it 5 minutes had passed and when you picked up the pregnancy test and it read positive you almost cried.

“I have to call mina, we have to figure out where, when, and how we’ll abort it.” you said as you picked up your phone to call mina.

you called her and told her it was something really important and that she needed to come right now. she came pretty quick, and really worried. she didn't think she had ever biked faster, your panicked voice sent a whirlwind of thoughts through her head, thoughts on what could have happened. after you ended the call with mina, camila left telling you that this was probably something you should tell her alone.

when you heard the knocking at your front door you ran down and dragged mina up to your bedroom locking the door.

“mina, I'm pregnant.” you said as soon as you turned to face her, the look on her face after those words left your mouth was unreadable.

“we have to figure out how to get rid of it quickly, and we have to do it without my parents finding out.” you continued on what you were saying.

“what? you wanna kill my baby??” mina said in disbelief, all you could think was ‘fuck’.

If you knew she’d wanna keep the baby you never would've told her and just have gotten rid of it by yourself. judging by how she is, the thought that she’d wanna keep the baby never crossed your mind. this had to be a joke, a sick fucking joke. If mina wanted to keep the baby no matter what you said that meant you’d have to keep the baby.

“mina, please, it's not even developed yet. we’re both still high schoolers, not even adults, we can't provide for a child. you don't have a job, where would we even stay, we can't keep a child at my house for sure. please just let me abort it, please.” you said practically begging her to let you abort it.

“are you fucking serious?! you’re seriously trying to kill my baby. I don't give a fuck as to what you think either because that’s my kid too. you are not allowed to kill my baby, i can't even believe you would even think of it.'' mina said shouting at you, usually you would stay calm and diffuse the situation but you were upset too. who was she to say that you couldn't abort it.

“yes, im ‘fucking serious’ i have things i want to do things in my life too. I cant reach my dreams if i have a fucking kid!” you said yelling back at mina, you werent gonna compromise on this.

“you were literally made to bear children, why can't you just keep the baby and then we can move on. your life isn't the only one that’ll be affected, it’s my child too! and why are you even questioning whether I'll take care of it or not? I can get us an apartment and we can raise the baby together like a family. you can stay at home and take care of the baby while I provide for the two of you. I've always wanted to be a father and now I'm finally getting the chance so why are you trying to take this away from me!”

hearing mina’s response calmed you down a little and made you start thinking about it, maybe you two could raise a baby together. mina seemed so passionate about having a baby so maybe she’d change once it was born.

“fine, I'll keep it.”

mina didn't think she’d ever been happier, she leaped to kiss your lips and pick you up. she was going to be a father! she spun you around as she kissed you then finally she put you down after she realized that it might affect the baby.

the happy innocent moment ended pretty quick though, mina smashed her lips onto yours again and started walking you towards the wall of your room. you felt her tongue prodding at your lips demanding entry into your mouth which you willingly gave. as you continued making out you felt something poking at your leg, already knowing what it was you starting groping it. mina moaned into your mouth in response to you touching her cock through her sweatpants.

you unzipped her pants and pulled her cock out through the hole in her boxers, starting to fully pump her length. almost as soon as you did this mina shoved you down to the ground and you moaned at the action. she held her dick in one hand and her other hand threaded through your hair. she guided your face to her cock and you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out as you knew she liked it when you did that.

to your surprise she slapped you with her cock, she had never cockslapped you before. but you knew you wouldn't mind it if she did it again. she slapped your cheek again before shoving her length down your throat. she pulled your face off of her cock almost as soon as you registered what had just happened. she did it again, and again, and again. you found this so incredibly hot, she was using you as if you were a fleshlight, not caring for your pleasure at all.

with every thrust into your mouth, her balls slapped into your chin. as this went on your jaw and the back of your throat started to hurt from the abuse. tears were streaming down your face and you were gagging non stop, choking on her dick.

mina thought you were prettiest like this, her prettiest little slut. your gags and chokes were stimulating mina more than you ever would've thought. she kept up her impossible pace and at one point she had wrapped her hand around your throat only to feel herself inside of your throat. the feeling of your throat bulging with her cock almost made her cum right then and there. she was too big for your tiny little self, the thought boosted her ego up to the clouds. she reached down to your hand that was on her hip and guided it to your throat so you too could see how badly she was violating you.

seeing your eyes widen when you felt the bulge in your throat was what did it for her. she held your head down against her pelvis that was still covered by her boxers until she fully finished down your throat. you almost didn't have to swallow with how far down she had shot her cum.

when she pulled out of your mouth, she was still rock hard, the thought of fucking you had kept her up. she pulled you up from the floor by your hair and picked you up to throw you on the bed. she pulled down both your panties and pants at once and then spread your legs apart as she stood between them. she lowered her hand down to touch your cunt and she let out a chuckle when she did.

“you’re already this wet and you haven't even been touched once?” she said in a condescending tone laughing at you.

“shut up.”

“I'm gonna make sure you regret saying that.” mina said and as soon as the last word left her mouth, she bottomed out into you. You let out a gasp at the feeling of her entering you all at once so quickly. she immediately started a fast pace not letting you get used to the feeling of her, causing a mix of pain and pleasure.

your moans were uncontrollable as she pounded into you. she suddenly flipped you over so that your stomach was now on the bed and then she pulled your legs up, manhandling you onto all fours. after doing that she again started thrusting into you faster than ever, this position allowing her to go deeper inside you. she kept on thrusting into you, at one point she had found your g-spot, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as she repeatedly hit it.

“yeah, you like that? you like it when i fuck you like the whore you are?” she said in between grunts as she slapped your ass.

you let out a moan in response to this, who knew pain could feel so pleasurable?

“I asked you a question slut!” she said, spanking you harder.

“yes! yes, mina i love it when you fuck me w-with your big c-cock!” you said in a high pitched tone as mina continued to fuck you, grunting in satisfaction at your response.

soon enough you could feel yourself about to cum and mina along with you.

“cumming! I-imgonnacum!”

“me too babe, I'm gonna cum inside, gonna fuck twins into you. said you don't want my baby 'm gonna give you twins, whore.'' mina moaned out as she went faster, her finger on your clit increasing along with her pace

she leaned down and latched her mouth onto one of your breasts, making sure to be careful with them as she knew they were sensitive due to the pregnancy. she swirled her tongue around the bud as she lightly sucked. the stimulation was too much for you and before you knew it you came along with her. as you came down from your high you felt mina fingering you, and when you looked down you saw her scraping all the cum that had come out and pushing it back into you.

“you know, i'm honestly really happy you decided to keep the baby, i can't wait to have mini mes running around our house.'' mina said as she laid down next to you, a smile tugged at your lips as you imagined that, maybe keeping the baby was for the best.

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