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johnnieguilbertsgirlfriend · 9 months ago

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hi hi hi! so i was wondering if you could possibly write a little johnnie Smut and fluff where maybe johnnie invites his gf (reader) to be in a video with him and Jake (possibly a Halloween type video) and jake making his silly little comments about johnnie being a virgin and getting no pussy and reader makes a lil comment agreeing w jake. Johnnie being salty the rest of the video and it leading to smut w a lil choking maybe 😜🤭🤭🤭

(i love your writing, feel free to tweak this however u please!)

𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧? - 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

contains: dom! johnnie x f sub! reader, fluff, smut, p in v, choking, fingering, spanking

word count: 1.5k

this request is mmm i needed some dom johnnie

story below the cut

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emo guy:

y/n

babe

babe.

baby wake up

you:

mmmm whats up

emo guy:

wanna be in a vid with me and jake pleease

you:

ok only bc ur so cute

y didnt u tell me this in person?

we live together

emo guy:

oh shit i forgot

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johnnie opens the door to your shared room to find you sprawled out in the bed. you see he's already ready to attack the day, which is surprising, considering he normally doesn't wake up before 2 p.m. you stare at him for a few moments, not saying anything, before playfully pretending to fall back asleep. he takes this as a challenge, walking over to the curtains and yanking them open, almost blinding himself in the process.

"aughh johnnie it's way too bright" you yawn, the light hurting your eyes. he walks back over to you, leaving a quick kiss to your forehead. "c'mon you have to wake up, jake wants to film a video." you sigh, "what are we gonna do?" he looks at the ceiling before looking back down, "i don't know, i think he wants to buy some halloween stuff or something." "okay tell him i'll be ready soon," you say while stretching your limbs. scratching your head, you get up. "we're gonna leave soon, don't be too long babe." johnnie says, walking out of the room.

you finish your light makeup, as you had already styled your hair and put on some clothes that consisted of johnnie's shirt, no name pajama pants, and socks with birks. it wasn't too much, but it was still so cute on you. johnnie watches you finish your makeup, coming up to the vanity. "how did i manage to get the prettiest, loving, and sweet girl ever?" he says, peppering kisses on top of your head, putting his arms around you. "ooh someone's feeling lovey dovey today," you say, pulling him in to a longer kiss. jake bursts through the door, "i- ew, okay guys stop licking on eachother. mama bear needs some candy in her system right now, and i don't need to see all that." he says in a funny southern accent, leaving the room. you laugh a little with johnnie, as you see jake grab his keys, heading to the garage, which is a signal for you guys to get your butts out of the house.

this time, you were the designated camera man, so you held it while they walked through the parking lot. "-and this time we actually have a special guest," you turned the camera around on to yourself and waved, "hey guys, i'm gonna be babysitting these nerds because they got kicked out last time!" johnnie makes an offended expression, "um excuse me it was actually jake who got kicked out because he wouldn't stop screaming" "guys stop ganging up on me" as you film them walking in the store, jake loses spatial awareness, crashing into the metal racks behind him, causing a laugh to come from you and your boyfriend. "oww what the hell johnnie why would you push me like that?" "yeah johnnie why would you do that to poor jake?" "okay how is that fair-"

the video continued like normal, just you three being idiots and making dirty jokes. the shopping cart is almost full to the brim with junk food, random costumes, and halloween decorations. "oh my god johnnie, we have to get you this." jake says, as he holds up a really stupid costume. "that's definitely something a discord mod virgin would wear." "yeah that's exactly my point." "seems pretty realistic." you and jake say at the same time, making fun of johnnie. bursting into fits of laughter, the two of you take turns roasting him. "what do you mean dude you get absolutely zero pussy" "okay y/n help me out here-" "yeah the only girl johnnie hangs out with is you jake." you say, following up his comment. "hey!" johnnie rolls his eyes, looking away and scoffing. you and jake didn't notice, continuing to joke around about johnnie's lack of action, which obviously wasn't true because he was dating you.

typically, you guys wouldn't get mad at eachother when you took turns embarrassing the other, but for some reason he actually seemed slightly pissed. "anyways.." jake continues talking about anything he can think of. for some reason, your boyfriend still looked salty, making snarkier-than-usual comments towards his friend. you guys ended the video, as jake drove home. johnnie stayed quiet on the ride home, and you were thinking if you genuinely might've hurt his feelings. even though it was unintentional, you were determined to find out. jake walks back to his room and shuts the door, presumably going to take a long nap. you turn to johnnie, "are you okay? i'm sorry, i was just teasing you if anything." not saying a word, johnnie grabs your hand, tugging you back to your shared room.

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when both of you get inside, he immediately locks the door and pushes you on the bed. "wha-" he puts his hand over your mouth, leaving you unable to speak. "so you wanna embarrass me in front of the camera huh? i really don't get any pussy, right?", he says while pulling down your pants. you moan out, feeling the friction of his hand against your crotch. "look at you, you're already so wet. do you wanna tell them how much of a slut you are for me, or should we just keep that between us?"

johnnie starts rubbing your throbbing heat through your panties, not letting you answer. he attacks your lips with a passionate and lustful kiss. you kiss back, moaning into it and easily giving into his control. he starts marking your jawline with bruises, as he slides a finger into your soaked pussy. he groans, feeling a tent grow inside his pants. "m' please.." you whine, as he forcefully adds another finger, speeding up the pace. he takes off your lacy panties leaving you completely vulnerable. as you feel yourself getting closer, he removes your shirt. you're finally about to cum until he removes his hand, leaving you practically whimpering for more.

"only good girls get to cum, but you've been really naughty, haven't you? now you have to hold it in." "shit, please johnnie," you say, climbing on top of him while taking off his shirt. he unclasps your bra, quickly sucking on one of your breasts, making you arch your back. while he does this, you get yourself situated on top of his crotch. he takes both of his hands as he gropes your butt. being as horny as you are, you start grinding on his hard-on through his jeans. you whine his name as you start having an orgasm on his pants. "i told you to fucking wait. now you're gonna get it rough whether you like it or not." he moves you off of him, taking off his jeans and his boxer briefs. he flips you on your stomach, and pulls you hips up leaving you in a doggy position. johnnie teases you, rubbing his tip on your now sensitive and overstimulated clit. with that, he takes his hand and gives you a harsh smack on your ass, making you groan loudly.

instantly after, he pushes his full length into you, making both of you moan out. you dig your face into the nearest pillow, trying to deafen your sounds. he starts his pace, getting himself adjusted while groaning. "don't do that, i want to hear your slutty, pretty noises." "w- what if jake hears?" you manage to whimper out. he is attacking your pussy at this point, slamming into you. "then he can hear how no one can fuck you as good as i am." he slaps your ass again, and this time you fully release a moan. "mm fuck" he holds your neck, slightly choking you as he pounds into you. both of you are close to your climaxes. "cum on my dick baby." johnnie groans as he starts rubbing his fingers on your clit, helping you release. while shaking, you shudder out and squirt all over his dick. he follows after you, cumming inside you. (you're on birth control)

he takes himself out of you and stands up. you're so dead at this point that he puts on his boxers, and heads to the bathroom. johnnie comes back with a wet hand towel, cleaning you up and puts a new pair of underwear on you. he also holds you while putting one of his t-shirts on you. "thanks baby." you tiredly say, laying back down on the bed. he crawls right next to you and you cuddle up into him. "so... are you gonna stop making the virgin jokes?" you both laugh, soon falling asleep.

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you're eating cereal for breakfast next morning as johnnie is pouring himself a cup of water. a tired jake comes out of his room, the first words out of his mouth being; "okay guys what the fuck was that?" you look at johnnie, obviously embarrassed as he has a smirk plastered all over his face.

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thank you for requesting! i've been sooo so lazy and it was hard to finish this one but i did it to feed you guys xoxo

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f10werfae · 2 years ago

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A pillow humping princess

pairing: Ari Levinson x Bimbo!Reader

summary: Ari catches his sweet baby humping her own pillow, just how far is he willing to ruin her innocence? With him using her pillow right in front of her to teach her a lesson. (mean!Ari) (Dom!ari)(Reader is jealous over a pillow 💀)

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“w-what are ya doin’ Ari?” Y/n gasped watching as Ari humped his swollen reddened cock into her pink plushy pillow, his blue eyes staring right at her as he bit his lip, “fuckin my baby’s pillow, smells like you too, all sweet n’ fresh jus like your pussy” He grunted letting his hips roll against the fabric, I mean she did do the same thing just an hour ago. Her face immediately furrowing in jealousy at her own pillow

“Ya ready for our sleepover sweetpea?” Ari chuckled as he helped his friend? best friend? semi-girlfriend? into his truck. Sure they weren’t exactly official but they weren’t exactly nothing either, they had shared a few dirty kisses and touches here and there but nothing too major. “Yup, I even brought my own blanket this time! Blanket hogger” Y/n laughed letting Ari lift her into his high pickup truck, feeling his hands slap her ass lightly with a grunt, but this was normal to them.

Ari must have shifted his pants a hundred times on the drive home, surely she noticed what she was doing to him? Rubbing his thick thighs up and down with her smooth hands, laying glossy kisses on his cheek every time he cracked a joke and even touching his boner to compliment the new belt he had one. Thankfully it was only a 30 minute drive to his house out in the suburbs, his hand tightly clasped onto hers as he held her duffle bag in his hand, her hands carrying her own signature fluffy pillow. Ever since they graduated college a few years ago they had made it a tradition to sleepover at least once a week, the both of them basically being joined at the hip since senior year college.

Once inside Ari had excused himself for a well needed cold shower, leaving giddy ol’ Y/n with the master bedroom to herself, the pillow clenched in her hands already giving her filthy ideas. Deciding that her pussy was just too fucking tingly for no reason, she stripped herself of her clothes, perching herself on Ari’s bed with the pillow between her legs. Truthfully her brain was too clouded to even consider the consequences of her actions, she just needed to cum, and quick.

“mmmm” She squirmed slowly bouncing on her pillow, the smell of Ari’s natural scent and cologne filled her nostrils as she felt her pussy clench around nothing, she had it for him bad. Her own fingers started tweaking at her nipples, her clit brushing roughly against the patterned part of the pillow, the felt hitting all the right nerves at the right times. “Ooh A-ari mm” She whimpered out falling forward onto her elbows, her head smashed into his pillow, letting her hips bump against her pillow repeatedly; chasing her orgasm.

When all of a sudden she felt a warm calloused hand rub on her backside, before spreading her cheeks gently, a finger prodding at her backdoor. Y/n could only help but squeal, turning her head to see Ari smiling at her sweetly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her puckered swollen lips, “Come on baby, you’re nearly there, you can do it, finish for me” He whispered against her ear, kissing her cheek and without another word she just nodded. Even pulling his hand between her legs just so she could hump it, rocking her body against him, “A-ari i’m- shit- i’m going to cum” She whined hugging onto his whole arm as his hand stayed splayed out on her pussy for her pleasure.

She felt Ari’s hands return to his ass, his hand easing a finger right at her puckered hole, “You ever had anyone back here baby? in your little virgin fuckhole?” His body shuddering at the thought of another man using his woman.

“N-never, says it’s too tight” She whined wiggling her ass right at him, remembering all the times her exes had attempted but failed due to inexperience. It was silent for a few minutes when she felt something wet and thick pushing through her asshole, until she felt Ari kissing her ass, his moans vibrating through her body. “Holy shit you’re eating my fucking ass, i-it feels so good” His tongue darting in and out gently, stopping every so often to settle gentle kisses onto her ass cheeks until he finally felt her muscles start to tire out and spasm. His poor babygirl.

“Come all over your fluffy pink pillow and daddy’s hand, my pretty girl needs this so much” He cooed holding her head up to look at him, making complete eye contact with her as she squealed and ground herself against him with no resistance. Her soft centre now warm and swollen, her chest lifting with each deep breath she took. Leaning in he pressed a firm kiss on her wet lips, letting her taste herself on his tongue as he massaged it against hers, feeling her spittle start to drip onto both of their chins; his fingers scooping it back up and into her mouth only to lick it out again like a madman that hadn’t drank in years. The sounds of their wet filthy lips smacking filled the humid room, his hands settled on her waist while he slowly rocked her hips back and forth on her ruined wet pillow.

“Ari i-i’m so sorry-“

“S’okay baby, know she just needed to relax” He shushed her, letting his own towel fall from his waist to reveal his length standing proud and mighty, his heavy balls sporting the background. He simply lifted her up and escorted her to his bathroom, setting her on the counter as he ran her a nice warm bath. “She’s so pretty, you wanna cum more sweetheart? I can make that happen” He whispered letting his thumb toy with her engorged clit, her lips raining desperate little wet kisses all over his hairy cheeks and wet lips. “I wanna cum more, can feel it” she nodded opening her legs even more, letting him finger her right on the counter too, bringing her orgasm count to a sweet four within 10 minutes. “You’re so good petal, so sweet n’ soft” Lifting up a finger he tasted the juices coating it, humming at the taste of her sweet pussy.

Y/n’s head after that relaxing bath was anything short of working, her head dumbed out with the thought of Ari’s cock in her mouth, her pussy, her ass and just anywhere he could put it. She left her hair up, only now realising she hadn’t brought a spare change of clothes into the toilet with her, whimpering at the thought of walking out naked; then again he had already seen her naked just a while ago and she was sure he’d be okay with it.

“But I wanted it!” She whined stomping her foot and crossing her arms over her tits which Ari couldn’t stop staring at, the hairs sticking to his forehead as he simply just stared at her while fucking her pillow. “Sit down over there baby, legs wide” Ari huffed slowing his movements, fisting his cock as he nodded towards the armchair beside his bed. Like a lovesick puppy she followed him obediently, each leg resting on the armrest, giving him full access to her second set of lips which were threatening to split open and reveal her juicy goodness.

“Spread them lips for me sweetness, I-I need to see your puffy little pussy, I can smell it from here” He groaned dragging his cock and balls over the pillow again, grunts and groans leaving him while Y/n hazily spread her pussy lips show off the slick wet flesh, Ari had been playing with only a little while ago. “Now squeeze those tits together, fuck yeah, just like that Y/n, fuckin’ tits to die for”

“Wish this pillow was your pussy don’t ya? Want my cock to knock you up real nice n’ good” Laughing crazily he beckoned her over with his finger, holding her down on her knees, the tip of his cock at her lips as he ran it over her face, her tongue peeking out to taste the saltiness of his skin. “Going to cum all over your pretty fuckin’ face and you’re going to love it aren’t you baby? My own little cockslut whore, i’ve ruined you for any other man haven’t a’”

With the tip of his cock he let his cum spill all over her lips and cheeks, completely degrading and owning her in a way a man never had before.

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PSA: I’m thinking of making a part 2 when he finally claims her as his? I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️

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kirstoons · 2 months ago

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SDV Sebastian x Female Farmer (Yandere)

Author: Me (kirstoons)

Editor and Queef: @gayrahim

TRIGGER WARNING: NSFW, 18+ content, MDNI

Chapter 2

Summary: After you depart from his house, Sebastian starts setting his plan in motion. This chapter also gives you a sneak peak into his perverted mind.

After you leave Sebastian’s house

Once you’re out the door, Sebastian immediately starts making plans. This is far too perfect of an opportunity to pass up. Just like in Solarian Chronicles, he is in control of the board and just needs to make the path clear for you. To do so means to make alternative paths… inaccessible.

Robin gives Sebastian a small look of surprise saying, “I’m surprised you’re being so hospitable.” Sebastian paints an expression of boredom as he replies, “yeah, well she is basically part of our group now. I should be friendly, at least to keep the peace.”

Robin gives a knowing nod, a little disappointed in her son’s answer. She kind of hoped that he was putting himself out there more but his response reflects only preservation of the status quo.

“So you’re gonna be away working this week?”, he tries to get the answers he needs but also not tip his mom off about any of his intentions.

“Yeah, I gotta finish these blueprints tonight and have her approve them. If that goes well, I’ll prob head there tomorrow morning to start construction. I’ll be working pretty late so it’ll likely just be you, Maru and Demetri for dinner these next few nights. Try not to antagonize either of them, please?” She gives Sebastian a pleading look knowing it’s a hard task.

“Ughh”, Sebastian groans as he turns his back to her to walk to the basement, but he already has a wicked grin by the time he reaches the door. He plops down in his computer chair and takes a deep breath as he readies himself for the next part of his plan.

Later that evening, a small ding sounds from his computer sending him in an excited frenzy to get to the notification.

Email from: [email protected]

To: y/[email protected]

Hi y/n,

Here is an attached copy of the blueprints I designed. Let me know if you have any questions or edits. I was planning to head over to your farm tomorrow morning, after I get these plans approved. Also, the day that you can’t stay in the house should fall on Thursday, Fall 11. I’ll be sure to keep you up to date with any changes.

Looking forward to seeing you,

Robin

Sebastian downloads the blueprints onto his desktop and begins studying them thoroughly, typing notes on his other monitor as he peruses them. He then opens up the file in his editing software and starts to make a few adjustments. Some are small, like a larger closet, an access door from the house to the crawl space, large bay windows out front, and LOTS more electrical outlets and other cable hookups. Most of these would go unnoticed under that cute, oblivious nose of yours. He made sure to to use the most technical terms and odd specifications for all the electrical work, knowing that they’d confuse his mom, resulting in her asking for his help with installation.

Now for the more sizable changes. A small wood shelter to the side of the house that can be passed off as extra wood storage or whatever farm shit you wanted to put in there. He made sure it was the perfect location to obscure his motorcycle headlights for his “late night visits” and far enough from the house for the sound of the engine to not disturb your precious sleep. This change would be obvious to you but he knew he could pass it off as kindness from his mother who just appreciates her business. The last big change was that crawl space. Sebastian couldn’t help but think to himself what a lucky girl you are to be receiving a fully finished crawl space (an expense he’d have to foot but knew it was well worth it for his precious girl).

While finishing up his special tweaks, he received another email notification.

Hey Robin!

These look sooooo great! I’m so excited to get started! I only have one edit to ask and it’s super small. Could you install a security camera to my front porch? I bought the camera already, so it just needs an install. Other than that, the blueprints are officially approved :D

Thanks again!

Y/n

Even in email format you were adorable. Sebastian could feel his dick twitch as he read the email in your voice. And your compliance certainly helped. You definitely made his plans go a lot smoother and he couldn’t help but to utter “good girl” under his breath. He had already prepared for your response and had your email go straight to him instead of Robin. He then composed an email from your account to read nearly the same but asking for the additional edits he made. As he prepared a response to your email posing as his mother, there was a knock at his door.

Sebastian quickly and skillfully minimized the applications and opened a decoy webpage that had articles on Solarian Chronicle.

“What” he shouted in his typical annoyed tone.

Robin gently opened the door and stood in the doorway. “I know you hate when I bug you, but I just got an email from y/n about some edits on the blueprints. Everything is pretty standard but she asked for some internet wire stuff - or something like that - and, while most of the installations are easy, hers are pretty specific. I’m just a little out of my depth on this one so I was hoping that maybe you’d be willing to take a look and give me a hand?”

To his expectation, Sebastian threw his head back letting out an annoyed groan. “Fine, I guess,” he said in usual flat tone, even though he was thrilled to see his plans fall into place. Robin gave a warm thanks to Sebastian, trying not to gush over how happy she was to have him help her and retreated back up the basement stairs (making sure she closed the door behind her).

Sebastian, still playing middleman between yours and Robin’s emails, finished up the last of the emails, letting you know that your requests would be accommodated and giving a small heads up to the mini shelter in order to prevent you questioning Robin in person. He tilted back on his chair with pride at his tactical approach and flawless execution.

His thoughts turned from self praise to imagining the final outcome of all this hard work. You. You belonging to him. It made him hard just thinking about you being all his. His long piano fingers work their way down to the large bulge in his jeans. He gently cups it from below and gently rubs his thumb over his denim covered shaft. He lets out a satisfied moan as he melts away into his fantasy of you begging on your hands and knees for his cock.

Unable to pull himself from his imagination he hastily undoes his jeans, slipping them to his ankles, and reaches back to the drawer behind him to grab his needed supplies. He moves a piece of fabric to the desk and fishes out a pink bottle of lotion labeled with the scent “ sweet pea and cherry blossom”; the same lotion and scent you use. He squirts a generous amount into hand and swatches a small amount of the creamy, soft pink liquid under his nose. He takes a deep inhale of the scent and focuses back into his fantasy of you being so needy for his dick.

He starts stroking the length of his shaft as he imagines you on all fours, ass in the air, moaning and begging for him to satisfy you. He imagines your pussy’s lips dripping wet and trembling in anticipation and desire for him to stick it in you but he loves seeing you in this state and wants to tease you further into submission. All four fingers are wrapped tightly around his cock, now, and he begins making longer, faster strokes along his shaft.

He thinks of him teasing your soaked cunt with his index finger, circling your precious, little hole as you beg for him to be inside you. You’d even buck your hips trying to maneuver his finger inside you but it doesn’t work. He’d call you a naughty girl for trying a trick like that before he’s given you permission. He firmly slaps your ass as punishment and to reposition you. You let out a horny shriek as you can still feel the warm sting on your ass cheek.

Sebastian pumps faster on his cock, engaging his thumb to rub the underside of head, forcing him to throw his head back and release a deep moan. He sinks further into his fantasy. He imagines feather lightly teasing your clit, causing more of your juices to spill out. Your struggle breathes a clear sign of your stimulation. He runs his head around the edge of your hole as he continues playing with his favorite button. All the anticipation and teasing becomes too much for you and your plush, pink walls contract in orgasm, shooting your slick juices out and onto his tip where he was still making playful circles.

Sebastian was furiously fapping at that point, edging himself closer and closer to release. He knew exactly what would push him over the edge. He would gently scold you for cumming before he even got his dick inside you. He calls you a needy, impatient princess who can’t stand not having things go her way. He also reminds you that he didn’t give you his permission to finish. Even though you would still be coming down from the high of your orgasim, his scolding would leave you disappointed in yourself and on the verge of tears for not properly obeying Sebastian. Right as you attempt to form an apology, Sebastian rams his cock deep into your still gushing pussy. You let out a sharp yelp but Sebastian prevents if from escaping when he presses his mouth into yours.He then starts with a few slow pumps trying to give your tight pussy time to adjust to his long, thick member. But, similar to you, he can sometimes be a bit impatient and begins thrusting faster, harder… deeper. He can hear the sounds of your juices squelching with each thrust and the smell of your cum mixed with the scented lotion wafts up to his nostrils. He feels absolutely euphoric. His cock throbs inside your warm, sticky insides, indicating how close he is to releasing his load. It’s also clear to him that you are equally as close, due to the rhythmic tightening of you fleshy walls. He whispers to you, “be a good girl and take it all, okay? Only good girls get to cum.” You bite your lip trying your best to obey his commands but the pleasure is beginning to swell again and you’re unsure of how much longer you can hold on. Thankfully, Sebastian nears his climax, giving deep grunts with each thrust. “That’s my girl… such a good… obedient g-girl.” He pushes out the words in deep, airy breaths. “My perfect g-good gir…. fffff-f-fffuck”, he roars as his thrusts deep into your sloppy pussy, gushing his hot, thick cum into your velvety soft lips. As soon as you feel his sweet cream inside you, you immediately erupt into your own orgasm that clenches his dick, push out every drop of his cum into your overflowing hole.

Before he shoots his load all over his desk he grabs the cloth from earlier, using it to cover the end of his dick as he releases his actual load in real life. It pours out of him, soaking into the cloth and dripping down the sides of his shaft and hand. He lays there for a bit as his cock empties and he imagines what your face would look like when you orgasm. He wipes up the rest of the mess with the small cloth, now fully soaked in seamen and holds it in his hands, unfurled. Your pink and white panties, with a little lacey trim are drenched in his sperm. His dying boner twitches at the sight of them.

He gently places the cum-soaked panties in a ziploc bag and rummages to the back of his closet to pull out a large trunk with a lock. Fishing the key from his secret hiding place behind the outlet, he tenderly unlocks the chest and places his newest treasure delicately inside, next to the other pieces of his collection. He picks up one photo in particular to examine. The picture is of you looking over your shoulder toward the camera while reaching back to unhook your bra. It’s clear that the photo was taken unbeknownst to you and just outside your bedroom window at night.

Sebastian gives the photo a gentle, tender kiss as he places it back on the stack of what seems to be hundreds of others like it. He pushes the chest back into his closet and rehides the key.

After another masturbation session in the shower with his imaginary version of you (one where you needily ride his cock as he plays an online game sesh with Sam and Abigail), he cleans off and stations himself back at his desk.

“Time for the next phase,” he says softly to himself with a sly grin. He then pulls up the window on his computer that displays all the text messages on your phone. He sips from the cold mug of coffee that you had drank from this morning and begins typing away.

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sweetcrazyluvie · 3 months ago

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in your eyes

idol bf!jungwoo x afab idol!reader

angst, fluff (kinda not really, idk)

req: idol!jungwoo x idol!reader where 127 and the reader are preparing to release a song together and while they’re taking a break from practice the reader finds out that her new manager has been selling her info to sasaengs (one being a guy that’s been harassing her on multiple different occasions) and jungwoo and the guys comfort her (quick a/n: I did make some tweaks and changes to this, sorry.)

summary: keeping things with your boyfriend under the radar has been harder these days, and it doesn’t help that you have a collab stage / song coming out with his group soon. you’re already under a lot of pressure with this and your own group activities, too. it only becomes more stressful when your phone gets bombarded with calls and texts from unknown numbers and you uncover why that is...

wc: 3.6k

cw: allusions to reader getting harassed through phone calls and messages (stalking?)

now playing: ♫ in your eyes - jessie ware ♫

it is so hard to focus. you feel like your body is going to collapse in on itself. although, it is embarrassing to admit to yourself, this is probably the most intense choreography you have performed in your entire career.

all the other members look normally exhausted once the song finishes, but you, on the other hand, are about ready to hit the ground full force and never wake up. you are huffing and puffing, cheeks red, and chest heaving.

you try to keep it cute and classy in front of your coworkers—who also happen to be your friends—and try not to make a scene of how utterly winded you are. nonetheless, your legs wobble as you slowly kneel down on the cold practice room floor to catch your breath.

you breathe in and out to mute out the chatter they have going on and try to get your heart to stop beating out of your ribcage.

all of a sudden, though, you feel a familiar hand caress your shoulder, so you turn to look at your boyfriend, jungwoo, who is visibly trying his best not to laugh at you.

“take this, looks like you need it,” he says, handing you an opened plastic water bottle.

you snatch it with a quickness and chug it like you had just found an oasis in a desert.

“damn girl it’s not going anywhere,” haechan teases from behind.

“hey man, leave her alone,” jaehyun chimes in, his words still tinged with laughter.

you are halfway through with the bottle when you decide that is enough. your boyfriend just continues to caress your shoulder as the boys talk amongst themselves in the background.

“you ok, baby? we can step outside for a moment if you need it,” he soothes.

you shake your head and reply, “it’s ok. I’m fine.”

“you promise?” his other hand then reaches towards your chin so that you’re face-to-face with him.

“promise,” you say, cheeks turning red again, but because of jungwoo this time.

he leans in for a quick peck on your lips. and you end up leaning into him more for another one. you nearly forget the world surrounding you and the fact that there are other people in the room when loud voices bring you down to reality.

“sorry to interrupt your makeout sesh guys, but we need to run the dance a few more times,” taeyong speaks up.

“just one more minute–”

“you guys just wasted five eating other’s faces out. sorry, but no.”

“but—”

“we have to follow our leader’s instruction, baby, come on,” jungwoo says.

he stands up and then stretches his hand out for you.

“ugh, you guys suck,” you whine as you accept the help from your boyfriend off of the dance room floor.

“you know you love us,” yuta says jokingly.

you just roll your eyes as you walk into position for the dance.

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practice is over way sooner than you would’ve thought. and surprisingly, you’re not as tired as you thought you would be.

but still, when jungwoo asks if you want to hang out with him and the guys after, you turn him down.

“honestly, I just want to shower and go to sleep. I have to wake up early tomorrow anyway for dress rehearsals.”

“I know, baby. I just thought I’d ask anyway,” he says. “you want me to walk you to the dorm?”

“acutally, [group member] is coming to get me and we’ll go home together. you can leave, I’ll wait for her here.”

“we can just walk now. it’s not far. the guys wouldn’t mind waiting, you know.”

“you don’t have to. and I want you to have fun… so go!”

you smile, shooing him away with your hand, he just looks at you with his adoring, signature puppy eyes—he looks so cute.

“well, I guess so. just call me if anything comes up, ok. love you,” he says before coming up to you and leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“love you too,” you say as he walks off.

as your boyfriend strides away with his groupmates, you stare at him lovingly and even wave when he turns back to look at you one more time.

once they are gone, you stick around a while longer before taking the elevator down to the first floor of the company building. you unlock your phone to see if [group member] has texted you. however, your screen is flooded with missed calls from an unknown number. and then, as always, your heart drops to your stomach.

not again, you think to yourself. there’s no way.

you fear that this is the same person you have tried so hard to ignore. among the call notifications, there are—as always—ominous threats through text messages that go along the lines of “you need to answer me,” “pick up,” or “I just want to talk to you.”

it is the same vicious cycle. you have gone through several phone numbers at this point, and blocked so many of theirs, and yet they always crawl back and find a way to infiltrate your peace and serenity.

you decide it is best to not think too much about it.

when the elevator doors open, you find somewhere to stand awkwardly as you wait. then you just screenshot the evidence, block, and delete. you then call [group member] to see if she is on the way, but it goes straight to voicemail.

you just want to go home already. when five minutes turns to ten, then fifteen, and then twenty, you become increasingly more irritated. you pace around the building’s lobby / main floor with anxiety as your mind starts to reel about that person again.

how do they keep getting your number without fail? who are they? and what do they want from you? can’t they just stop?

before you can spiral more though, [group member] drags you back into reality with the familiar sound of her loud ass sandals that she always wears.

“y/n!!” she says, her hand reaching out to grab yours.

you don’t even say anything to her and just walk out of the building, the annoying clack, clack, clack trailing behind.

“hey, I’m sorry. me and the girls were watching tv and I fucking lost track of time. I even left my phone at the dorm in a rush to get you now.”

there’s no point in directing your feelings onto her, you realize, so you just sigh.

“I understand. it’s been a rough day, I’m not gonna lie. do you mind if we just walk in silence?” you say, trying your best to keep the tone of your voice calm and collected.

“you don’t wanna talk about it?”

“not really.”

she just nods.

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you didn’t even get to shower. you just knocked out as soon as your body hit the comfort and safety of your bed.

the next morning your alarm wakes you up with its usual uninviting and unwanted noise.

you groan as you head towards the bathroom to freshen up. the image that looks back in the mirror is a hot mess. you rub your eyes but that just makes you even more tired.

it’s going to be a long day, you think to yourself.

your group members are running all over the place as you all get ready in a hurry. only six total yet it feels like complete chaos.

somehow, you all stuff yourselves into the car where the designated company driver takes you girls to wherever it is you need to be (you were too tired to even check).

once the car stops at the location, your manager opens the door and urges you girls to hurry inside to meet the stylist which catches you off guard. meet? you’ve already met the stylist because it’s been the same one the past few comebacks.

you ask your manager if it is someone new but he seems busy texting someone that he practically ignores you and shoos you off with his hand.

you just internally roll your eyes and catch up with the rest of the girls.

and it was, in fact, a new stylist.

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dress rehearsals go just a little horribly as they do—it comes within the territory, having others measure and prod at your body. but after all is said and done, you and your members are loaded up into the car once again. this time, your manager joined in with you guys.

he sits right next to you in this already cramped space. he asks how it was with the new stylist and you all agree that it was good (but not great—the other one was better.)

you ask the reason for the sudden change and he just says it was the company’s decision, not his.

not entirely satisfied with this answer, though, you decide not to press further. the girls begin to talk about something else as sleep starts to creep up on you.

you begin to doze off, their chatter fading away like a distant song. however, as your eyes grow heavy from the sleepiness, you faintly see a blurry view of your manager’s phone. and at first, you think your mind is playing games with you. that couldn’t possibly be…

you “sober” up and there is now adrenaline coursing through you as you realize your suspicions are coming to life right before your own eyes.

the blocked number from yesterday is now blowing up your manager’s phone with messages. and worse, he is replying with no care in the world that you are literally right next to him. he must have not noticed you wake up.

you feel sick to your stomach.

this whole time… it was him. it was this man who was violating your safety and privacy by giving out your number… every. single. time.

you knew this was true just from the messages he was replying back with: “I’ll give you her new number once she changes it as usual… just give me more time… I need more time… she must act first before I do… understand please.”

you should scream, confront him, do something. but no, your body is paralyzed with fear and shame. no, it is shock—and the overwhelming feeling of betrayal.

instead, you continue to fake sleeping in order to not cause a scene.

in what felt like a few more agonizing moments, the car stops and finally drops you girls off at the dorm. however, you cannot shake the feeling of dread looming over you like a rainy cloud.

as you get off and walk to the dorm entrance, you look back to your manager. through the tinted car window, you can still see him looking down—at what must be his phone, still texting that person you presume.

you turn away and fight back tears.

the girls seem to notice that something is wrong but just assume you’re tired and leave you to your own devices. unfortunately, for once, you just wanted to talk to someone.

once in your room, you sit on your bed and stare off into a white wall, contemplating what you should do. or rather, replaying all the events of yesterday and today and regretting everything you did not do.

and then your phone rings.

no…

your heart drops. not again… it’s not possible.

but relief washes over you as you realize it is none other than your cute boyfriend’s name on the screen��adorned with a signature puppy emoji and a pink heart.

you pick up immediately.

“hi, baby, are you doing anything right now?’ he asks.

you can hear his group mates yelling about something in the background.

“no, not right now, no,” you say, trying to mask the shakiness of your voice. “I just got out of dress rehearsals and I should be free for the rest of the day. what’s up?”

“well, taeyong wanted to know if we could squeeze in just one more hour of practice today. he thinks we just need to focus on the last part of the song, if that’s ok.”

“uhhh… oh yeah, of course. that’s no problem…” you say, rubbing your temples.

“you’re awesome, baby! he’s gonna appreciate this so much!”

“ok, I’ll see you soon.”

“love you!”

“love you too.”

you hang up.

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you are too exhausted still for practice but you do need the distraction from this… situation, to put it simply.

the boys are all excited to see you grace them with your presence as you walk through the practice room doors.

“here comes the princess to our beloved prince!” yuta says with a hearty laugh.

jungwoo runs up to you and embraces you in his arms. he has no idea just how much you needed that. he pulls away quickly though and then grabs you by the hand, dragging you over to the others.

“we can talk later. right now, we need to get this number down. we only have a couple more days to perfect this guys… and girl…” taeyong says, pausing and then directing his glance to you at that last part.

“girls, you mean…” you peer over to haechan.

“w-what? what am I catching a stray for?”

“from the other day, I didn’t forget,” you laugh.

the others laugh too and jokingly hit haechan.

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” he says.

and like clockwork, you guys get into formation, ready to follow taeyong’s instruction.

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“you’re lagging behind.”

“you’re going too early on that part.”

“you’re too stiff.”

“your footwork isn’t right.”

the comments and critiques from the leader are pouring in like a waterfall. and it doesn’t help that the fear and dread from earlier are now glowing with a vengeance in your mind.

and then, the room begins to feel suffocating. the redness burning in your face and ears only fuels the tears in your eyes more.

don’t fucking cry, don’t fucking cry, don’t fucking cry, you repeat to yourself. you can’t do this—not in front of them.

“what’s going on y/n?”

“your head isn’t in the game.”

“pull yourself together, you know this.”

he is right and that fact makes you even more frustrated. as he watches you and two other members run the last part of the song, he only critiques you because you just keep on messing up.

the music grew louder in your eyes and everything just became so overwhelming. you reached your breaking point.

this. was. it.

you trip over your legs and fall onto the ground. you feel the pain jolt from your knees and then reverb to your head.

and you could not help it anymore and start crying pathetically on the practice room floor. your hands rush to conceal your face. you cannot bear to let these men see you like this.

however, you can hear them all rush towards you. and then you feel some hands on your head and back.

“are you ok, y/n? I didn’t mean to push you too far…” taeyong says apologetically, and what you assume must be his thumb caressing the top of your head.

you can’t even answer him. you want to tell him that it is not his fault, but your sobs are violent and restrict you from getting a proper sentence out.

from behind, you hear your boyfriend’s sweet voice: “it’s ok, baby, let it all out.” he continues to rub comforting circles on your back which makes you cry more.

and embarrassingly enough, you cry and you cry in front of them as they offer you words of assurance and encouragement—mainly from your boyfriend who is doing his best to comfort you.

finally, you gather the confidence to remove your hands from your face and look at the concerned faces of the men in front of you.

you know you look horrendous at the moment but that doesn’t matter when you turn around and your boyfriend looks at you like you are the most beautiful girl in the world.

he kisses you and gives you a tight hug.

“are you ok now?”

“yeah… yeah, I think I am good,” you answer. you keep rubbing the tears away from your red cheeks. “I-I’m really sorry about that…” you say with an embarrassed laugh.

“hey, there’s no need to apologize. it happens…” doyoung smiles at you as he stands behind jungwoo.

“is there something going on that you’re not telling us?” haechan prods.

you catch doyoung elbowing the boy in an attempt to shut him up and mouthing a faint shut up. obviously, he does it out of respect for you. however, you know that you must open up to someone about what you have been enduring and they might be your best bet.

so the tears fall again, but this time you are able to tell them the dark secret that you have been hiding to yourself. and once you are done, they look at you with mutual pity and understanding—like they all have once been in your shoes before.

“y/n, I’m so sorry about that…” taeyong says.

“why… why didn’t you tell me, love?” jungwoo says, hurt that you did not trust him with something important like that.

“I just didn’t want you to worry,” you confess.

“this is very serious, y/n,” jaehyun chimes in.

“yeah, y/n, we’ve all dealt with weirdos before but this is a different level,” johnny says.

“you’re fucking manager has been doing dirty work behind your back this whole time??” haechan says, as if he was just catching on to what was happening.

“yes, haechan,” doyoung sighs, rubbing his temples like he was agitated at the boy. “look, y/n, no one deserves to go through this, and especially to go through this alone. I’m angry that it took you this long to tell any of us, but I’m glad you spoke up about it anyway.”

“I agree, it is very brave of you, y/n,” mark says, who is usually quiet when you are around.

“thank you guys,” is all you can muster.

“we’re here for you,” yuta says.

“ok guys, I think that’s enough practice for now and we should call it off for now. we can pick things up tomorrow,” taeyong says.

the group agrees unanimously and they all start to grab their things and head out, leaving you and your boyfriend alone in the practice room.

when the final member leaves, you both are left sitting alone on the practice room floor.

your boyfriend looks at you with a weird expression—like anger and love mixed into one.

“are you mad at me?” you ask.

“why would I be mad?” he says. “I’m just… I just want you to be more honest with me. you know I love you and care about you so much.”

“I know. I love you too, woo.”

he reaches for your hand and brings it to his lips, planting soft kisses—ones that always calm you down when you need it. and after, he uses his thumb to trace an outline of them, almost as if to seal it to your skin: seal his love for you in his own way. you feel like you could cry again. you don’t know what you would do without.

“thank you for being so understanding,” is all you can muster up, but there is so much love dancing in your heart that just remains unspoken because words alone could not describe it.

“I’ll always be there for you, love. don’t you ever forget that,” he whispers before leaning in to kiss you again.

his big, loving hands then reach for your blushing cheeks as he pulls closer into the kiss. you melt right into it. he feels like home—like safety. he is your safety net, always has been and always will be.

“we will figure this out,” he says when he pulls away.

“look at me,” he commands, noticing how your eyes immediately gaze away from him. “we will get through this… together,” he reassures once you stare at his face which somehow gets more beautiful with each passing day. his ability to make you feel so secure is one of the things that made you fall for him.

“come on, let’s get outta here,” he whispers.

he hoists you up from the floor and laughs as you almost fall back down because your legs had fallen asleep from sitting too long.

you stretch your body out for a little bit and then start walking towards your bag. however, you feel his hand grab your wrist and turn you around as he pulls you in. and now your face is right in front of his chest.

his other hand snakes around your waist and reels you closer into him. you look up at him to see him give you a mischievous yet endearing smile.

“let’s just do oneee last dance. is that alright with you, darling?”

“actually, I would really love that,” you laugh.

he lets go of your wrist and holds your hand firmly in his. you take your other hand and rest it on his shoulder.

“wait, but we don’t have music, baby.”

“we’re both singers, darling.”

“well yes–”

“you just follow my lead,” he says.

“o-ok.”

from the first two words that escape his lips, you knew exactly what he was doing. he was singing the song he dedicated to you on your first year anniversary—one he had specifically written for you. his sweet, precious voice sings to you and it reminds you that there truly is nothing better in this world than having someone like him in your life.

in your eyes, he is perfection, and you know, and his eyes, you are the same.

you rest your face in his chest as you both sway back and forth, slowly dancing to the song that echoed the very essence of your love.

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a/n: posting after a rather spontaneous hiatus. so basically... life is kicking my ass and it has killed any creativity, imagination, or motivation for writing. I have had this request since APRILLLL and I am barely getting this posted. I just don't normally write stuff that is not smut, so this was a challenge. I really tried, I really did. I know this sucks but this was my first ever request and I wanted to see it all the way through. I hope whoever requested this ends up enjoying it. so so so sorry for the delay and any mistakes that you might see :( I will try to do better.

#nct 127 #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #kim jungwoo #nct #nct jungwoo #jungwoo #nct 127 imagine #nct imagines #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 jungwoo #nct fluff #nct fanfic #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 fanfic #jungwoo fluff

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doki-doki-imagines · 2 years ago

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Just read the idea of shower sex with Michael Kaiser and this idea popped up.

Simple smut with feelings, reader has a vagina. I'm no good with smut so have pity of me and my poor writing skills

You didn’t want to give in, but damn Michael knows his way with words. A “darling” his right hand tracing a heart on your hips, a sugar-coated “I promise I won’t do anything, I’m too tired liebling” a tired sigh; all fake, traps tactically set up make you fall for them.

When you finally look up, you just see blue eyes so deep you could dive into them and a tired smile that transpires love, so it wasn’t all your fault if you fell for them; if Michael isn’t so lovestruck for you for sure you wouldn’t have fallen for any of his traps.

But you did, that’s why you find yourself with your back pushed on the cold tiles of Michael’s shower, your hands tugging desperately his hair, Michael’s body impossibly close to yours, his hands gripping hard your face not leaving the both of you any space to breathe and his tongue dancing with yours, wet noises dulled by the rushing hot water.

Michael’s hands began exploring, now tweaking and pulling your nipples, while you can only gasp at the sudden roughness “Too tired my ass” you think annoyed, “hypocrite” it’s another word it comes to your mind but this time for yourself, because no way you’re going to stop his ministration.

A harsh bite takes you to planet Earth again, you didn’t notice how Michael’s lips migrated southward, littering kisses down your jawline towards your neck, ‘till he bit you, pulling at your skin the minimum to know he’s gonna leave a nasty mark to hide the next morning; no way he is gonna regret it when his action pulled out such delicious sigh escape your lips.

Even if the tiles of his shower are so cold, you feel warm all over, even more with his mouth latching onto one of your nipples and fingers caressing your outer lips, with a delicacy you can’t find in the thumb that is now circling your clit or in his greedy mouth. Finally Michael fingers you, his ring and forefinger working wonders, curling and hitting just that right spot that makes you see stars.

“M-Michael” You manage to gasp out “I-I’m—” but a moan you can’t keep interrupt your sentence. Meanwhile, Michael’s eyes are sparkling, the sparkle you usually see when he knows he won and can’t wait to tease his prey endlessly “What? Can’t hear you well” He innocently replied, peering towards you with a Cheshire grin.

Michael deserved a kick, you didn’t even want to find yourself in this situation, it’s all his fault and he must finish what he started. “I need more” You struggled to say, his fingers never losing their rhythm “How exactly?” Michael crooned, the depth of his voice telling you he wasn’t as unaffected as he wants to look like

“Michael, I’m close—” so he stops and lifts himself up, he loves the face you make when he doesn’t let you finish; the spite and the need that swim in your eyes only spur him on.

He gives his member a few pumps, then he picks you up, your legs instinctually wrapping around his narrow waist.

You welp, no way this will end up well, you can play the scene in your head perfectly, he slips, you knock your head against the floor, you cry and whimper, fuck this is going to end so badly. Thank God there is Michael ready to wake up from the nightmare, the pinch on your ass more as a warning than a pleasurable one.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll finally stop thinking with that shit brain of yours”

“As always you are all talk and no action, Michael” Your legs tightened around Michael’s waist, your fingers gripping, almost scratching his biceps, one hand tracing the blue roses you love so much while he slowly sheats himself into you.

You know you hit a weak spot earlier when Michael doesn’t even stop to ask if you are comfortable, his pace is relentless from the start, his hips cushioned by yours make a sinful sound, the wetness making your skin shine and your watery eyes are a delicious sight for the blonde eyes, he just wants to eat you up.

And that’s what he does, his mouth locked with yours, tongue finding yours in a ravenous dance, eating moan after moan, his hands gripping so hard on your legs that you are sure they are leaving indents, but you can’t complain much when you are doing the same on his muscular back, leaving your mark too on him.

Your hips start to thrust downward to meet his, you claw further with each thrust, the pleasure too intense to handle anymore.

“Michael—more please” He quickly obliged, not that far from the apex too.

“You acted all bitchy earlier-“ Michael lets out a groan “but you wanted to do this as much as me, mh?” He grips your ass now, painfully yet blissfully, just perfect.

“Maybe we are just made for each other”

It’s that tinge of sweetness in this animalistic act that makes you crumble, walls clenching impossibly tight on his cock and he follows you after a few thrusts.

Your chests heaved, both dirtier than when you started the shower, the warm water, now way too warm, washing away your sweat. Michael put you down, both your breaths heavy, your lips still centimeters from each other, both looking at each other like pulling off would have killed you both.

You finally lift your head, landing a kind and sweet kiss on the blue rose on his neck, your fave one, Michael leaves one on the crown of your head, a smile full of love on your lips.

Maybe you are really made for each other.

#bllk imagines #blue lock imagines #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk smut #blue lock smut #michael kaiser x reader

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cozy-cinnamon-roll · 9 months ago

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Stitches (Part II)

(Read Part I Here! used to be We Interrupt This Broadcast... changed the name because I feel like this fits better 😅)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Ler!Rosie, Ler!OC, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)

Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, very brief blood mention, medical themes (non-graphic & painless). And again, this is set right after Alastor gets his ass handed to him by Adam, so you can expect some angst (don't worry, he gets better).

If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige. 💕

This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.

"Almost ready" I said. "Basically finished" I said. Sorry y'all, the Chronic Illness Fairy struck. 😅 I will say this was my favorite part to write, but also the one I'm most uncertain about... bit more angst in this installment and I'm not much of an angst writer lol... but with Rosie in the mix (especially as a ler), angst never lasts long. 🥰

Also I changed the title. Hopefully it's not confusing that way... cuz without Part 1 this fic makes zero sense 😅

One last thing... I'm so happy y'all like Trudy! Was thinking about posting a lil sketch of her at some point (I need a new insomnia project now that this fic is done 😅). I've been having a truly awful few weeks on the anxiety front, so all the positive feedback on Part I has been quite literally making my days 💕

Hope you enjoy!!

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"Ooh, you stubborn little bastard. You're still gonna refuse to laugh?" Rosie mutters.

Alastor doesn't dare try to speak. All he can manage is a defiant shake of his head.

"Look, my friend. If you 'don't mind a little tickling,' and getting all giggly is your specialty��" Rosie tweaks his bottom rib, eliciting a noise that comes just short of a squeak. "What, exactly, is the problem here?"

"I'm supposed to be in control!" he grinds out through his twitching grin.

"You are in control, sir." Trudy abruptly withdraws her hands, holding them up innocently. "You can tell me to stop at any time."

Alastor cringes. He was sorta hoping no one would point that out.

"Which is why I find it so fascinating that you haven't yet." A sly smirk creeps across Rosie's face.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

"I- I'm humoring you!"

"Humoring me?" Rosie tilts her head. "My dear, I hope you're not doing this just for my sake. If you don't want Trudy to check for further injury-"

"No, I do! O-on my terms!"

"This is on your terms."

"Yes, but-"

"In fact, you insisted."

He stumbles again, before mumbling another meager, "…to humor you!"

Trudy shoots her boss a disoriented look - but Rosie, as usual, is hearing her friend loud and clear.

"Alastor." Rosie rolls her eyes, gestures for Trudy to step aside, and scoots over to place a hand on his knee. "Adam is dead. Everyone in hell thinks you're either succumbing to your wounds in some remote gutter or hiding in whatever alternate dimension you just spent the last seven years. You're not even 'on air'." She leans in. "You can drop the act for a moment, if it's what you need."

That certainly hits the mark. For the first time, Alastor's smile falters - not completely dropping, but certainly losing much of the strained quality it's had since he arrived.

"I wish I could, my dear."

Encouraged, Rosie continues. "Well, what's stopping ya? As much as I love spending time with Alastor the Radio Demon… if you wanna take this opportunity to let out whoever's underneath that effervescent grin of yours, you know we wouldn't mind."

Alastor swallows - and for the first time in a decades, Rosie finds his expression difficult to read. "Rosie, I'm afraid I can't really..."

"I mean, you've been holding that same silly show-host-smile for years! Don't tell me you've never gotten tired of it!"

"It's sewn on, Rosie."

"…What?"

He hesitates. "Let's just say today wasn't the first time I've been, ah... stitched up." As he speaks, he gestures to his toothy grin. And for once, there's not a trace of distortion in his voice.

Rosie's dark eyes go wide when she realizes what he means. The cannibal overlord just stands there for a beat, in an uncharacteristic moment of shock.

But, being Rosie, she quickly recovers. "Well, so what?"

"I'm just saying, I'm afraid I can't really drop the act."

"Nonsense! Since when has your act had anything to do with your face?" Rosie flicks her hand, as if brushing the thought aside. "Who cares if you can't show genuine Alastor. I wanna hear him."

"But my microphone..."

"You're doing just fine without it."

Once again, this attempt at reassurance only makes Alastor look more disturbed. "Th-this can't be me!"

"...Well, no. This right here sure isn't the Alastor I know. But…"

Alastor is barely listening to her anymore. His broadcast persona has been his sole identity since he was alive. Now his radio tower has been reduced to rubble, his microphone snapped clean in half, even his carefully-styled clothing left in tatters…

If this is the Genuine Alastor he's now stuck with - panicked, stuttering, weak - he can't imagine how he'll ever be able to face the rest of hell…

But these racing thoughts are once again interrupted by nails tracing up his sides. A sharp yelp cuts the air as poor Alastor just about jumps out of his skin.

"…Perhaps I can offer a little help?" Rosie suggests gently, once she has his undivided (and adorably flustered) attention. "On your terms, of course?"

Alastor just gazes back at her for a long moment. "What do you have in mind?"

"I happen to know something about you that even you can't fake."

The radio demon hesitates… before heaving a sigh and, to Rosie's surprise, giving a small nod of consent.

She breaks into a brilliant (and frankly terrifying) smile.

Before Alastor can brace himself, Rosie's hands have both found his sides and begun working into his waist. Having just watched him squirm around under Trudy's thorough probing twice (and adored every second of it), she already has a pretty good idea of where his worst spots are.

Which is made abundantly clear by Alastor's reaction. Within seconds he's gone from still trying to hold it all in by habit, to giggling into his hands, to cackling hysterically.

And it's the kind of laughter she's spent the last seven years missing. This isn't the confident, taunting chuckle he brings out for battles or brushing off rivals; this is bright, helpless, occasionally hiccuping laughter, the kind that is nearly impossible for him to stop once he starts - and the kind she only has the privilege of hearing when something truly amuses him.

"You can't sew your laughter on," Rosie reminds him. "This is all yours."

Rosie's fingers creep up under his shirt to scribble on bare tummy, adding a couple new sweet spots to her mental catalogue. This technique brings out even more of her favorite little quirks: the way he bats playfully (and completely ineffectually) at her wrists; his repeated attempts to speak around his laughter that only result in frantic spurts of incomprehensible, giggle-laced gibberish.

As she traces her nails across his lower belly she also finds a tiiiny layer of unexpected pudge. Which probably shouldn't surprise her - he's been out of the battle scene for seven years, after all. All those deer carcasses have to go somewhere.

Regardless, she finds it terribly endearing for some reason... and the surge of affection translates into a corresponding surge in the intensity of Rosie's tickles.

"AHaha! Ro- Rosie!" he blurts, his voice jumping a full octave higher than normal. "Stop!!"

Rosie removes her hands immediately. "Stop?"

"Aha- ah- well- I mean, er…" He stumbles breathlessly, and gives a sheepish cough.

"You didn't really want me to stop, did you?"

Rosie resumes with a chuckle, reeling herself in just a little. "How 'bout we say... oh... 'enough,' if you really want me to quit?"

Of course, she has to go and say it out loud.

"M-more of a reflehex..." he admits reluctantly.

Alastor tosses a shaky thumbs-up at her, already too lost in his own giggles to manage a verbal reply.

And he's gotta admit… Rosie was absolutely right. He wouldn't stop her right now for all the souls in hell. There's a reason Alastor has the most recognizable evil cackle of any other overlord. He can't help but find dissolving into laughter as cathartic and exhilarating as always - even if this time, it's not at some poor soul's misfortune. It's a result of his best friend's affection for her darling deer demon.

"As fun as getting your soft little belly is," Rosie muses, pausing to let Alastor catch his breath for a moment, "I can't help but wonder if you're ticklish anywhere else…"

Alastor may be off the air, but Rosie can practically hear the screech of microphone feedback just by the look on his face. "….I plead the fifth."

"Have you considered his ears?" Trudy pipes up shyly. While she'd managed to restrain herself behind an impeccably professional bedside manner earlier, it had taken everything in her power not to stroke Alastor's ears when she'd been close enough to do so. They were just. so. fluffy.

"Ohhh, heavens…" Alastor, for his part, curls in on himself at the mere suggestion.

Rosie grins. "Hey, 'no' is always an option."

A long pause. Alastor can't believe he's considering this. But the sensation of being tickled, as unbearable as it is, does feel awfully pleasant… and it's been so long since anyone has dared to touch him…

And what else does he have to lose at this point, anyway?

"I suppose if you're… very gentle…"

"Are you aware that your ears are the softest thing in the nine circles?"

This stipulation ends up backfiring. When it comes to his ears, gentle is worse. So, so much worse.

Poor Alastor is too busy clutching his stomach and snickering madly into his sleeve to reply.

"I should know, I work in retail. These right here-" Rosie traces her fingers down the feathery-soft edges, sending the radio demon into a new round of hysterics. "-Would fetch a pretty penny."

"They're nohot for saHA-ale!!"

"Nooo, I should say not." Rosie's hapless victim lurches back into the cushions as her fingers find the fluffy region at the base of his ears. Even without the microphone, his cackles have no problem filling the room. "You're the only demon classy enough to wear them."

"And don' you - GAHaha! - f-forget it!" He's so drunk on laughter now that he's beginning to slur his words. His careful elocution has gone the same place as his steady tone, and lack of stutter.

Luckily, he's also far too drunk on laughter to care.

...Right about there, Rosie notices that the faint hum of radio static in the air is no longer just in her head.

He is laughing his heart out for the first time in weeks. Genuinely laughing for the first time in decades. And laughing completely for himself, for his own enjoyment, without need for intimidation or control or image or audience, for the first time since long before he died.

While Trudy typically can't say much for her self-preservation instinct, she's got enough of one to feel hesitant joining her boss in tickling the most powerful overlord in hell (outside the pretense of medical intervention, at least). So she just stands back, watching fondly as The Most Dangerous Overlord This Side of the Pentagram utterly destroys the deer demon.

...At least, until she notices a flicker of green light out of the corner of her eye. Lying forgotten on the end table, the splintered ends of Alastor's microphone are sparking and crackling like live wires.

The surgeon creeps over for a closer look, staring in fascination. And then - just as Rosie gets poor Alastor behind the ears and delivers a scribble to his tummy at the same time - she ever-so-gently nudges the fractured ends closer to one another.

To her surprise, a bright green spark arcs clear across the gap. For a fraction of a second, the whole staff radiates a flash of a familiar green glow.

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"Keep him laughing, Rosie," Trudy murmurs over her shoulder. It appears the Radio Demon's downfall will be nothing more than an intermission.

Thanks for being so patient with me y'all! Hope it was worth the wait 💕

💜- Cozy

#lee!alastor #ler!rosie #ticklish!alastor #oh deer he's ticklish #hazbin hotel tickling #hazbin hotel tickles #ticklefic #dr. trudy sawblade #my ocs

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hotluncheddie · 2 years ago

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stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 3

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‘ok. ok! you just, you just gotta be cool munson. be casual. chill. just like, vibe, yeah? yeah. no more funny business.’ eddie holds his fists up to himself in the dinky bathroom mirror. a couple of jabs, a quick one two, that’ll clear his head.

clear his head enough to go out and deal with steve fucking harrington again and his stupid stupid face and neck and tongue and like pretty fucking ankle bones. fucker.

see eddies not blind, and he’s not that dumb, he knows he flirts with steve and he knows steve flirts back. he just. cant deal with it just yet. it’s like every time he’s around the guy he blacks out and resurfaces red faced and half hard. but the point at which his vision fades and all hell breaking loose seems to vary so completely that he can’t stop it happening.

their conversations will start normal, a jolly lark, a guffaw here, a story there but then bam! someone said or did something that shifted his functioning brain capacity from 60% on a good day to like -5% and that’s being generous.

he just can’t get his ratty little self to either 1) stop liking steve harrington in a gay, gay, homosexual way. or 2) accept that someone like steve harrington could possibly like aforementioned rat himself eddie munson and actually process his feeling into a reaction that’s more than; red, red, half a boner, sweaty palms, red.

so he took a second to hide in the bathroom. that’s fine, that’s kind even. self care, as robin likes to say when she paints her nails on top of steve’s head when he sits on the computer at work. he likes to make the chair super low because apparently it helps his posture and he need to keep an eye on his posture or else he’ll end up like his great uncle melvin, or something.

self care time is over however because robins knocking on the little bathroom door, hollering about needing to get home to practice for her english presentation tomorrow. so it’s time for eddie to put his big boy pants back on and get in steve’s car.

eddie full body shudders.

‘finish writing you sad boy poems on the stall walls in there? roses are red, violets are blue, i like big dumb jock boys but can’t seem to accept they like me too, even if my very cool very in the know friend robin tells me too. hm?’ robin slings an arm over his shoulder and steers him back to the table.

eddie sniffs, crossing his arms ‘that last bit doesn’t rhyme so, i will be ignoring all of it. F for u buckbey.’

‘not everything has to rhyme perfectly u know. it can still fit together just fine as it is.’ she tugs on one of his curls before slipping back into steve side, finishing off the last of his milkshake and hauling him out of the booth because she ‘has shit to do dingus.’

too smart for her own good that chick. eddie loves her. he’s also going to move away and never talk to her ever again, maybe steal her collection of berets too, become a hat guy, once he reinvents himself. yeah.

steve is putting a few bills on the table, slinging his jacket over his shoulder. ‘just fries tonight ed’s? that makes you kind of a cheap date don’t you think?’ tapping eddie under the chin before following robin to the door, smacking his palm on the frame above on the way out. because of course he does, the neanderthal. all broad shoulders and biceps and ass.

there a second where eddie thinks steve could smack him like that but then he feels his vision spotting. can a guy not catch a break around here? jesus!

the car ride is a blissful reprieve due to cyndi lauper coming on, which had steve and robin performing a duet. which then needed to be tweaked and discussed in detail ready for the next time that specific song came on the radio.

it was honestly nice to watch. eddie had walked to family video that day because his van keeps playing up after it’s stint hidden in the woods. poor girl just needs a day off once in a while so eddie walks and then listens to car duets from two very much none singers. but it nice. makes his heart all yucky and warm.

until robin is leaving. leaving him alone to be a big nerd with a future. leaving him alone to make a fool of himself again. his ego is big and he likes to keep it that way.

‘you coming up here then’ steve shifts slightly, looking as far as he can over his shoulder at eddie huddled behind the drivers seat. ‘no’ he squeaks because last time steve got all up in his face getting his tape box out of the glove compartment. rifling through it while it was on eddies lap. so close eddie could smell the apple from his shampoo and the cigarette they’d shared earlier.

self care.

‘ooh you want the full harington taxi service do you? i see, well then govna, where too is it?’ steve tips his invisible cap and has the most awful cockney accent eddies ever heard, and he did middle school theatre.

‘geeze, just take me home dude.’ eddie shoves through the gap between the seats, landing heavy in the passenger. crossing his arms and trying to hide his smile behind his hair.

‘there he is. out of the shadows.’ steve tucks some of his curls behind his ear. eddie sees the soft smile out of his peripheral. tries to swallow the cotton in his mouth. steve turn back to the road ‘let’s rock ‘n roll’ he revvs the engine, wiggling his eyebrows, before checking his blind spot and pulling away into a cushy 30mph.

eddie looks out the window and hides his grin in his palm.

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part 1 (eddie) part 2 (steve) part 4 (steve) part 5 (eddie) part 6 (steve) part 7 (eddie)

tags! ( ty for asking to be tagged wow so lovely can’t believe it hehe :3c ) (sry if i missed anyone or u didn’t want to be tagged just let me know!)

@bidisastersworld @sadcanadianwinter @mightbeasleep @butterflysandpeppermint @gregre369 @fandomz-brainrot @satan-is-obsessed @resident-gay-bitch @grtwdsmwhr @forsexyscience

#steddie #steve x eddie #my silly silly boys #cocky steve #eddie and robin are besties it’s tru its tru #<3 #hotlunch #my fic #stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

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siorca · 2 months ago

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tf: one

Originally this was supposed to be just some starsky fluff but then my brain was like “what if starscream was like megatonus’ weird cat” and I’ve been picking at this for two weeks

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Prima watched the exchange just outside of the light of the holomap. There weren’t many that were willing to go toe-to-toe with Megatronus, least of all the comparably tiny Cybertronians that Primus had created after the Thirteen. Starscream had proven himself to purposely go against the grain, always willing to argue, with a perpetual scowl on his face.

Many of the Primes did not like Starscream, unamused by his foul temper. Although it was unbecoming of a Prime, Prima had a strong belief that some of his comrades believed that as a Prime was the extension of the will of Primus, Cybertronians should temper themselves with humility.

Prima held no such archaic notions. Privately, he enjoyed how strong willed Starscream was. His tenacity represented the best of his species. It was thrilling to see him go head on with some of the more stubborn members of the Primacy. Starscream held no fear. It was endearing.

Vicious and determined, he had a strong need to protect his homeland, combined with a ruthless talent for violence. It made him a sight to behold on the battlefield. As High Guard Commander, he held invaluable intel on the morale among his fellow Cybertronians and unique insight into the movements of the Quintesson fleet. He had long ago proven himself to Prima to be a truly invaluable ally.

It helped, too, that Megatronus was very fond of him. As he took up most of the duties of directing the High Guard, he often took the brunt of Starscream’s ire. Even despite, or perhaps because of this, they had a mutual, sacred bond, that extended even beyond the battlefield. Megatronus had found a kindred spirit. It warmed Prima’s spark; so stubborn Megatronus was in who he chose to spend his free time with and how reserved he could be.

Prima watched Megatronus kneel next to Starscream near the holomap. Although the strongest and the largest of the Primes, he preferred not to intimidate nor loom. Megatronus’ razor sharp optics behind his mask watched the commander as he talked, as if trying to commit every small detail to memory. It was very charming, watching fearsome, strong, stoic Megatronus, bend to the whims of this tiny, ferocious warrior

The war room was mostly empty. The bulk of the planning for their next battle had already been finished - a minor skirmish a few cycles out that will hopefully help with one of their major supply routes. Most of the Primes and Guard advisors had already retired. While Starscream was often persnickety about war plans, his wings belied his hidden anxieties about the welfare of his unit. Despite how much he tried to hide it under abrasiveness, he cared deeply for his people. Megatronus understood this more than anyone.

Behind Prima stood Solus, a silent guardian, her mighty hammer tucked safely between her pedes. A fool would think she was bored, but the tight grip she kept on her handle ensured that she was a ready warrior. Solus was Megatronus’ closest companion, next to Prima. Master weaponsmith that she was, Solus enjoyed fostering her new forges onto Megatronus, and he, in return, loved to use them.

At the center of the chamber, Alpha Trion laid sentry over the control panel, subtly tweaking with the controls to give the illusion that he was needed. He often played peacekeeper, remaining a soothing neutral party when disagreements arose. There was a cool detachment in his stance, but the subtle twinkle in his optics belied how equally entertained he was by the encounter.

Megatronus and Starscream’s hushed whispers echoed harshly in the large chambers, creating a pleasant buzz of background noise. So lulled as he was by the hissing drone that Prima did not notice the quiet signal of an entrance ping.

“I apologize, Commander, but perhaps we should save some of your grievances for another time,” said Alpha Trion, gently, bemused. “Our resupply team has returned.”

Coming through the entrance was Skyfire, a mech who often volunteered for the extended supply runs. He was enormous for his station, but only came up to Prima’s shoulder on a good day. Prima knew him as a quiet and unassuming bot, far different from his compatriots in the High Guard. His bright white plating was scuffed and dirty, showcasing his long and dangerous mission.

“Good tidings, your Excellencies.” He bowed politely once fully absconded into the room. Prima offered his own nod in return, followed by the other Primes. Skyfire’s optics flickered down; small, warm smile on his face. “Hello Starscream.”

Starscream paused in his tirade, frozen, the sudden silence abrupt and off putting. His optics brightened, helm tilted as he appraised the newcomer. Then, in an impressive display of speed and agility, he flew across the room, burrowing into the heavy plating of Skyfire’s chest. If Prima were not a forged warrior, he would have flinched at the sudden flurry of movement.

Skyfire’s cheeks turned bright blue, haloed by his white plating. His hands migrated to the quivering edges of Starscream’s wings, instant and rhythmic, like they were always meant to be there, soothing the anxious lines. A full body melt against his plating was his reward.

Prima felt a lick of disapproval at the blatant public display of affection. Unfortunately, Starscream had a love for the spectacle and Skyfire was not a particularly confrontational mech.

Prima could not begrudge them too much. Skyfire was one of the few mechs who knew how to maneuver Starscream personality quirks. Buried deep, Prima was immensely grateful for Skyfire’s intrusion.

“Perhaps it would be best to reconvene for the cycle,” said Prima, letting all the authority of the leader of the Primes seep into his voice. Skyfire’s hands leapt away from Starscream as if burned, clutching them at his side. He met Prima’s optics with a not quite guilty expression. Starscream made no indication that he had heard him. “Skyfire, I shall receive your report by tomorrow’s mid-cycle, yes?”

Skyfire’s helm bowed, looking much too sheepish and contrite. His arms wound around Starscream’s shoulders to steer him out, though it was wholly unnecessary with the way Starscream so successfully dug his claws into him.

In the aftermath, Prima heard Solus’ quiet, muffled snickers. She came up to stand at Prima’s shoulder, her hammer swinging haphazardly at her side. “It is a blessing that he is such a fine warrior.” She patted his arm, consolingly.

Prima allowed himself a small smirk. “I suppose so, my lady.”

She smiled. “I shall see you tomorrow mid-cycle, then.” Turning to leave, she beckoned over her shoulder, “Megatronus, I shall see you for sparring early-cycle. Safe travels, Alpha Trion.”

“Safe travels,” echoed Alpha Trion. He continued to fiddle with his map, his eyes carefully tracing the pot-marked scars of enemy territory carved into the pre-rendered surface of Cybertron. He too, made his departure shortly after.

Prima’s optics flickered to Megatronus. He had returned to his full height, what little that could be see of his face forlorn, abandoned and lonely in the middle of the room without his companion, no doubt mourning their specific form of bonding.

Prima made his way over to Megatronus, patting his chest armor affectionately. “Have faith, Megatronus. There will be other arguments.”

Megatronus hummed, reaching up to grasp Prima’s servo, properly engulfing his hand in his massive purple claws. “I would hope so.”

Prima laughed lightly. “Well, my spark, I know you will be looking forward to that.”

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fortune-fool02 · 2 years ago

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i just need some luis fluff plz😶

Time for this best boy to be given some cute fluff.

Luis Serra x female reader

Summary: The stress of work was eroding away at Luis. Luckily, [Name] knew how to help him relax.

Warning: No spoilers for RE 4 remake. Fluff.

Please enjoy!

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Heat spilled out from the oven, the aroma of tonight's dinner filling the room as [Name] pulled the tray from the oven, setting it aside to cool for a moment. Luis' favourite, a recipe [Name] had memorised and cooked many times for him, recalling little tweaks he would suggest and mention. She wanted it to be perfect for him, especially today.

For the past few weeks, Luis' work has been piling more on him, requiring him to work longer hours with little sleep to meet deadlines. Leaving home before dawn and back after dark with only a few phone calls throughout the day. It pained her to see her lover almost falling asleep in the car as soon as he parks it in their driveway.

Today wasn't quite as such. Luis had come home with his laptop and some paperwork he had to get finished by the end of the week, and had been in his small study since he got home. Occasionally, she would hear him curse in his home language. So, to try and help him relax and ease some of the stress, [Name] had arranged a lovely dinner to spoil him.

Earlier that day, she had gone out and purchased a few bunches of Luis' favourite flowers, crimson red roses, and scattered the petals about and displayed upon the table. A few lit scented candles lingered in the air, a pleasant smell that mixed gently with the scent of dinner. Once everything was set, [Name] dusted herself off and headed upstairs to Luis' study, hearing another curse come from beyond the door.

Gently, she knocked on the wooden door,

"Luis? Dinner is ready."

"I'm okay. Just put it in the microwave for now." A soft sigh left her lips at his response. It had been a few days since they actually sat together for dinner. Flicks of disappointment pricked at her abdomen but she shook her head, determination sparking. She knocked again,

"Luis, please. Just come downstairs for dinner. You're stressing yourself out." There was no response this time but she didn't hear any clicking of keyboard keys, "Please, love? I miss you." A moment of silence passed before she heard a faint mutter and the door handle turned, opening to reveal a very tired looking Luis.

His eyelids heavy and lightly drooping with bags beginning to develop under them. His hair more of a mess than usual despite his attempts to keep it brushed, and even his uniform still on.

"Fine, dinner than I need to finish this damn work." [Name] nodded, a light smile on her lips as she guided him to the bedroom, insisting that he change into something more comfortable and relaxing.

Once he swapped his uniform for something as such, he walked downstairs and was quite surprised to find the dinning room decorated with candles and flowers. For a brief moment, panic hit him. Had he forgotten Valentine's Day? Their anniversary? That panic was calmed when [Name] spoke,

"I wanted to help you relax, Luis. You've been working your ass of nonstop these past few weeks. You need to take a break before you have a breakdown." That soft look in her eyes with that gentle smile. A loving expression of someone who wants the best for their partner.

How was he so lucky to have her in his life?

"Oh, cariño. You didn't have to. Normally, I'm the one spoiling you." The smile he gave her was more than reward for all of this. How his shoulders slumped a little as the bits of stress began to melt away, drop by drop. Luis took his seat across from her, the two talking about other matters than his work, hoping that doing so would help distract the man.

Even if it was for a few minutes, it was more than worth it to see that warm smile of his back on his face.

#luis serra #luis sera #luis serra navarro #luis serra x reader #luis sera x reader #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil x reader #re 4 remake

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macawritesupdates · 2 months ago

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Fic Writing Updates 11/2

Man, I feel slow on writing/posting chapters, but life has been SUPER busy. I 've started a second job which means working 12 hours a day on some days. Just need the extra cash, but means less time for writing unfortunately (and art too :<)

BUT the updates are still going to come out, one way or another! Here are the updates!

JUJUTSU KAISEN LONGFIC UPDATES Broken in the Ways No One Sees: Update is coming tonight and planning on writing out the ending this week to bring this fic to a close! Soon it will be ending... but that leaves a slot open for a new fic to start!

Spouse Wanted: NEARLY done with the chapter. Goal is to finish writing it tonight and edit it tomorrow. Just got to finish up the scene everyone has been waiting for... Culturally Inappropriate: THE SEQUEL IS ALMOST READY.... the first chapter has a final scene to get done, but then, then it is coming... The Yuuji Files: Working on the next chapter at last! Had to tweak the flow of it, but I think the new way adds more stakes, plot, and punch to it. Going to be a wild one!

Lessons in Accidental Seduction: Next chapter is mapped out, just need to start writing it! This story is getting so domestic...

Malevolence of Love: Letting the next chapter simmer a bit. Going to be high on emotions AND I have to do some historical research! So need some time to get all that together and map out the chapter in greater detail! <3

Careful What you Joke About: Next chapter has some work done for it and hopefully won't be long until I can get that fleshed out!

Who's a Good Boy: On the backburner as I don't see a lot of interest for this one, so want to make sure I look at and rework the next chapter so it has a bit more bark to it c:

When You Get Two Grandsons: On the backburner a bit until some of the other fics finish up! A new chapter is in mind, but want to make sure some of the longer/larger fics get their updates!

Mirrored Lives: Still need to work on the rework of this one, but it is still planned to finish once the new rework is finished!

MY HERO ACADAMIA FIC UPDATES

Jealousy is Not a Good Friend: Next chapter is coming along nicely! This fic is taking a DARK AND ANGSTY turn the next chapter. Poor Kirishima is going to go through it...

Unsung Heroes: WANT TO WRITE IT SO BAD. Really need to set aside time to indulge and write out a few chapters!

A Rut Time of It: Will return to it, just want to finish up other fics first!

ONE -SHOTS

Once Upon a Blob: Still trying to map out how I want to proceed with it, but it is slowly in the works

And That's When I knew It (Might change the title though!): I just want to indulge in my rare pair ship of Kirichako okay?

FICS TO COME

Exploration: ABO Sukita short chapter fic. Mostly porn with some plot that I poke at occasionally

We Wretched Few: It is outlined out almost, but going to keep it on the back burner to focus on other fics for a wee bit. Want to get a few of these stories completed first!

Law Meets Disorder: Still slow going. Ran out of steam a bit so letting it simmer until the brain worms inevitably return lol

The Dragon Story: Still drafting it out as it has the worldsetting, but just need to find a plot that holds my attention and lends itself to a good narrative

Collab fic: an ABO hybrid fic writing with a friend! It is turning out good, just taking our time with it, but it is in the works!

#Maca writing updates #I just want more time to make dumb babies kiss ; w ;

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queen-of-writing-bad-things · 1 year ago

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 20: Dream Busters

~The Man Cave~

Schwoz and (y/n) were dashing around the Man Cave, trying to set up several machines at once. Ray had called them five minutes ago, alerting them that Henry was 'out of action', whatever that meant, and he was bringing him back to the headquarters as soon as possible. The worry in his voice made the two assistants rush to get everything ready as deep down, they could tell how concerned Ray was. He was protective of his vulnerable sidekick; they all were, and they'd be damned if they let him down in his hour of need.

Charlotte came crashing down in the elevator, (y/n) having called her fifteen minutes earlier. It wasn't the girl's day to work, but once the superhero duo came back, Captain Man would need all the help he could get to save Henry. (y/n) was tweaking the machine that would be used for Henry, as the dark-haired girl stumbled into the main room.

"Hey, Schwoz, (y/n), look! I made onion dip!" Charlotte smiled at them, excited to share her delicious creation. However, the situation was dire and the two engineers didn't have time to sit and dip.

"Not now Charlotte, sweetheart." (y/n) smiled at her as kindly as she could, but the stress was evident on her face. Ray hadn't given them many details, but there were enough to make her feel nauseous with fear.

"There's no time for onion dip," Schwoz told the girl, helping the young woman adjust the chair in the middle of the room.

"Why not?" Charlotte asked, sensing that something was wrong.

"Something bad has happened." (y/n) told her, her hands feeling clammy and shakey. 'Damn my stupid nerves.' She thought, knowing that to do her job properly, she needed to remain calm.

"Aw, did Gooch fall in the toilet again?" The dark-haired girl sighed, not fully comprehending the gravity of what was going on.

"No, Gooch did not fall in the toilet again," Schwoz said in an annoyed tone. As if they'd be running around in a frenzy if Gooch was in the toilet again.

"Then what is--" Charlotte was interrupted as both tubes came down with a pale-faced Ray in the right one.

"Hey! Do you like onion dip?" The girl asked him in a friendly tone, but the superhero was too concerned with his sidekick to care.

"Wait a minute!" He stopped her question, watching as a sleeping Henry came down in the other tube. (y/n) felt her stomach drop at the sight of him in the deep sleep. Seeing it with her own eyes made everything feel real. Schwoz used his remote to raise the tube propping the boy up and Ray caught him in his arms.

"Oh my god, how is he?" (y/n) said, taking a few steps forward to meet her best friend in the middle as he brought the kid to the chair.

"He's sound asleep!" Ray reported, his voice laced with concern.

"Oh no! Bring him! We have to hook him up to the thingy!" Schwoz lifted the headpiece on the machine and gestured for the larger man to put Henry down. Charlotte looked on in confused horror, not knowing what was wrong with her friend.

"What's wrong with Henry?" She asked as (y/n) and Schwoz strapped the boy to the chair and hooked him up to the device.

"We were trying to capture Dr Minyak," Ray said, biting his fingernails through his gloves when (y/n) brought up Henry's vital signs on the scanner.

"Dr Minyak broke out of prison?" Charlotte said in a shocked voice. She hadn't heard about the insane criminal being loose again.

"Yeah, two weeks ago." The older woman mentioned. She knew the status of pretty much every major criminal in and around Swellview since she had a lot of time on her hands and an obligation to be well-informed for Ray.

"And just as we were about to grab him, he blasted Henry with a dream beam." The man recounted what had happened only an hour prior.

"A dream beam? What is--" Charlotte was perplexed with everything happening at that moment and Ray's interruptions weren't helping.

"There's no time for you to finish that question!" He snapped at her, making (y/n) frown as she looked at the screen.

"Raymond! Keep calm!" She told him sternly. Just because there was an emergency didn't mean he had to be rude.

"Sorry." He mumbled, trying to get his stress under control.

"Schwoz, can you show us Henry's brain activity?" The woman asked the genius as Ray ran around the chair so he could see the screen.

"Yeah, hang on, I've got to change the input," Schwoz said and he started to flick through all the setups on the monitor.

"HDMI one, no, HDMI two, no." He looked through them at a painfully slow pace, which irritated the other adults.

"Oh my god," Ray muttered under his breath, as he put a hand on his friend's shoulder, comforting both of them.

"For the love of God, please hurry up!" (y/n) hissed, enjoying the warmth that his touch brought.

"Oh, there. That's Henry's brain." The little man finally found the right screen on HDMI three and they all looked at the information that was listed.

"Okay, I will give anyone two dollars to tell me what's going on." Charlotte held up the bills, shaking them in front of the adults' faces so she could be clued in on Henry's situation.

"Henry got blasted with a dream beam, which put him into a deep sleep, like, really deep." (y/n) explained as simply as she could, knowing that she couldn't explain the science even if she tried. The girl nodded in understanding, so the older woman took the two dollars out of her hand, thinking that it was two more dollars in her pocket.

"Well, then let's wake him up," Charlotte said, but Ray shook his head.

"It's almost impossible to wake someone who's been dream beamed." He said, walking back over to Henry's side.

"Why?" Charlotte asked in concern.

"Show her, guys." He said as he raised the headpiece from the boy's face. (y/n) took out a pair of cymbals from a cabinet and started crashing them together next to Henry's ears. Not even a blink. Sighing, she put them down and let Schwoz take over.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" The little man's slapped Henry across the face harshly several times, but the boy didn't even twitch.

"Okay, okay, he needs his face!" (y/n) grabbed his hands and pushed them away from the boy. They turned to Charlotte who looked like she now understood how serious everything was.

"You see?" Schwoz shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh my god..." The teen stated, not believing that Henry hadn't woken up after having his face beat about.

"And as long as he's in this type of deep sleep...he'll have dreams," Ray said mysteriously, putting the scanner back down.

"Dreams?" They didn't sound too bad to Charlotte. Everyone dreams, so how bad can it be?

"Disturbing dreams." (y/n) clarified.

"Crazy dreams!" Schwoz growled into Charlotte's ear, making the girl jump.

"Oh, man." The teen looked at Henry with worry as the kid began to writhe in discomfort.

"He must be having one right now." (y/n) said, seeing a change in his brain activity.

"I wonder what he's dreaming about." Charlotte wondered, wishing she could see inside Henry's mind.

"Watch the screen and you will see," Schwoz told her, making the girl gaze on the monitor with wonder. Henry's brain waves started going haywire as his dream commenced.

Henry strolled up to his locker in Swellview High School. So far, so normal. However, everything soon became weird as Jasper came running through the corridors, screaming for his friend. The blond boy turned away from his locker, intent on greeting Jasper, but to his bewilderment, the teen came trotting up to him in a snow-white wedding dress, complete with a veil and heels.

The boy was panting and sweating, but he started to tell Henry about how he was late for his wedding and that he needed him to drive him to church. Henry questioned why he was dressed as a bride, but Jasper didn't answer him, he just peered over his shoulder in horror. When Henry asked what was wrong, the curly-haired boy just pointed and screamed at a dancing green woman behind him. As Henry looked at the dancer in confusion, Jasper grasped his bicep and pleaded with him to not let the girl stop his wedding.

With his best friend running away, Kid Danger was left with the green woman, but then, Miss Shapen walked up to him. He tried to ask her about the green dancer, but she just scolded him for being in trouble over her cat not using the bathroom. Henry asked why that was his fault, but Miss Shapen was just spouting gobbledygook about George Clooney. Things got even weirder when his teacher's eyes were replaced with lips, which started to talk over one another. Miss Shapen and her lip-eyes began to laugh together, seriously freaking Henry out when they started singing too.

"Look! His brain waves are going insane!" (y/n) pointed to the spiking levels on the monitor, grabbing everyone's attention.

"He must be having an insane dream," Ray said as Henry started convulsing again.

"Man...I sure picked the wrong day to make onion dip." Charlotte commented, making the adults look at her with irritated and baffled expressions.

"We don't have time for the dips!" Schwoz scolded her, causing the girl to raise her hands in surrender.

"Okay, let's not argue. Henry needs us, so Ray, go get changed, Schwoz, help me get Henry back into his normal clothes and Charlotte, get some chips for that dip." (y/n) instructed them, taking control of the situation. Shit needed to get done and she was going to be the one to facilitate it.

"Yes, ma'am!" They all saluted her jokingly and parted ways to get started on the tasks she gave them. Ray smiled to himself at how she asserted herself, loving how her confidence came out when needed.

~10 minutes later~

"All right, Henry's back into his normal clothes, what do we do now?" Ray asked her, as he finished wrapping some bandages around the kid's feet, as per (y/n)'s directions. She needed the piping to be secured around his feet so her plan could be carried out safely.

"We're gonna try something drastic." She said enigmatic tone.

"Oooh, what?" Charlotte asked her, seeing how she was letting her logic and intelligence guide her.

"Waking Henry up by giving him a massive dose of extreme coffee." She told her, turning around to see if Barista Schwoz was nearly ready with the super-caffeinated drink.

"But I thought extreme coffee was illegal in America." The dark-haired teen gasped, not believing that they were going to use it on Henry.

"It is," Schwoz said. Drastic situations called for drastic measures.

"And for good reason. It has over 300 hundred times the caffeine of normal coffee." Ray stated, his focus on Charlotte giving (y/n) a second to glance at him and appreciate how well his shirt fit him. Like always, his biceps strained against the material, making them look huge.

"Okay. We're ready to pump the extreme coffee into Henry." Schwoz announced, snapping her attention away from Ray's muscly arms.

"Do it." The large man said, praying that it would wake Henry up.

"Are you sure about this?" Charlotte looked at (y/n), who was biting her thumb from her nerves.

"This is the safest option." She muttered, taking a few steps back so she could be at Ray's side. He slipped his hand into hers and their fingers intertwined into a tight hold.

"Let's hope this works," Ray said, crossing his fingers on his free hand.

"Yeah." Schwoz pressed the go button on the coffee machine and the deathly black liquid ran from the bottle, through the tubes and into Henry's body via his feet.

"Hey, why are we injecting the coffee into his feet?" Charlotte asked, thinking that it was a weird place to use.

"Because the fastest way to get the coffee in is through intro-feetus injection," Ray replied, confusing both the girl and his best friend. That information was definitely wrong.

"Where do you learn this stuff?" The teen questioned him, seriously wondering what books and web pages he was reading.

"He doesn't, he just repeats what Schwoz and I say. Badly." (y/n) teased, squeezing Ray's hand as she smirked at him. He chuckled and let go of her hand in favour of wrapping an arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to him.

"So, what is the real reason?" Charlotte asked, not letting how cute they looked affect her facial expressions.

"We can't use intravenous injection in his arm because the coffee would be absorbed too fast and it could give him a heart attack. Therefore, we're sending it in through his feet so the absorption is slower." (y/n) smiled at Charlotte who nodded in understanding at her simple, yet smart explanation.

"Clever girl," Ray mumbled, pressing a fleeting kiss to the top of her head. (y/n) thanked her lucky stars that she wasn't the one hooked up to the machinery since she was sure her heart rate would be off the scale. She avoided eye contact with Charlotte as she knew the teenager would be staring at her with teasing eyes.

Henry began to shake more violently as the extreme coffee began to take effect. His friends looked at him as he moaned and groaned.

"Is Henry waking up?" Ray asked Schwoz, who checked the scanner's results.

"I don't think so." He sighed dejectedly. Ray put his hands on his head in frustration and (y/n) squished her face to his pec. They had been counting on this to work, so to hear the bad news was like a kick to the face.

"But the coffee does seem to be affecting Henry's dream." Schwoz saw the numbers on his screen shoot up and the boy shook like a leaf.

Henry was back in Swellview High, sprinting at full speed around the corridors (probably influenced by the massive inrush of caffeine). Oliver Pook was sat in the middle of the hallway in a shallow paddling pool, blowing bubbles as a yellow duck bobbed up and down in the pool. The green dancing girl from before was twirling and shaking her hips as a hyper Henry ran around Oliver's pool, laughing along with the boy. He danced with the woman before taking a leap across the pool and knocking a trash can over. His blood felt like it was on fire, making him do around fifty starjumps before running off again.

Having run out of ideas to try, the four friends awake in the Man Cave had sat down on the couch to think and eat Charlotte's dip. Taking a chip each, they scooped up the homemade condiment and tasted its sweet and tangy richness.

"I feel so bad for Henry," Schwoz told them in a sad voice, making them all look at the snoozing boy.

"Yeah." Ray sighed, feeling guilty that he let his sidekick get hurt. Charlotte stood up and took a dipped chip over to her friend, hoping he might wake up to eat it. The adults looked at her dolefully, seeing how she was hurting like the rest of them. (y/n) hugged herself to Ray's body, seeking his warmth for comfort and support. The fruity smell of her shampoo calmed him like usual, and they sank into each other's embrace.

"Henry...wake up. I made my homemade onion dip." She waved the dip under the boy's nose but saw no response, so she looked to the adults in defeat. Schwoz moved up to sit on the back of the sofa and the best friends shifted so they could stay in each other's arms and watch Charlotte.

The girl smushed the chip against Henry's lips, wanting to see if her dip would be some sort of miracle cure and wake him up.

"Please wake up." She begged the teen boy, just wanting her friend back. However, all she was doing was smearing onion dip across his lips. The sight of her so desperate made the adults' hearts ache.

Not being able to take. it anymore, (y/n) and Ray stood up and walked over to her. The woman put her hands gently on her shoulders, hoping she could offer her some consolation.

"Charlotte, sweetheart, all you're doing is giving him dip lipstick." She told her softly, as Ray put his hand over hers.

"I know." The girl sighed, letting go of the potato snack, which then stuck to Henry's face. The three looked at the sidekick with depressed expressions, but then Schwoz jumped up with an idea.

"AAH!" He yelled, finally having his eureka moment. His shouting broke the silence in the Man Cave and startling his friends. Charlotte clutched her heart in panic as (y/n) wrapped her arms around Ray and he hugged her waist instinctively.

"What, Schwoz?" He asked in an irritated voice, the sheepish woman removing herself from his person. Her cheeks flushed from both her reaction and how strong the man's arms were as they shielded her from any danger. Yikes, she had it bad.

"Maybe we cannot wake up Henry by doing things to him on the outside..." Schwoz started, the others listening intently.

"Yeah..."

"Right..."

"So...let's try to wake him up from inside his dream." The little dude theorised, the plan sounding plausible in his head.

"What?" Ray and Charlotte looked at him like he was crazy, but (y/n) could see where he was going with it.

"You mean, like, a shared conscious or something?" She knitted her eyebrows together in thought.

"Exactly." Schwoz smiled at her, knowing that she was smart, she just didn't have the confidence in herself to let it shine.

"But I don't understand what I'm supposed to do." Charlotte frowned, as the three adults strapped her into an identical chair to what Henry was in. It was all part of Schwoz's plan and it looked like it would be their last chance to save Kid Danger.

"We will explain," Schwoz spoke to her as the teen settled into her chair.

"All right, see, Henry is trapped in a dream state." The genius started, clarifying what she already knew.

"Right, I get that." Charlotte nodded.

"According to Schwoz's theory, we might be able to wake Henry up from inside his dream," Ray told her his understanding of the situation.

"I don't get that." The girl said, looking at him all confused, but she was looking to the wrong person for answers. The superhero knew diddly squat.

"We're going to make you go to sleep like Henry. And then using this machine, we can connect your sleeping brain waves with Henry's." (y/n) put it into simple terms for her.

"And put you inside Henry's dream." Schwoz finished. The explanation made the whole thing seem easy, even though the little man was buzzing with nerves at how many things could go wrong.

"And you guys know for sure that this isn't dangerous?" Charlotte asked, feeling nervous that she was about to be in the same boat as Henry, who they were trying to save.

"Uhhhh, sure, sure." The men lied, making (y/n) roll her eyes. Trust them to instil her with false confidence.

"Then how come one of you guys don't transport yourselves into Henry's dream?" She saw straight through their bullshit.

"I have a peanut allergy." Ray fibbed, avoiding (y/n)'s eyes when she folded her arms in annoyance. 'Peanut allergy, my butt.' She growled in her mind.

"I had some onion dip." Schwoz's answer was as equally pathetic as Ray's was.

"(y/n/n), what's your excuse?" Charlotte sighed, thinking the woman had chickened out too.

"I don't have one. I was going to do it, but these two assholes won't let me." She glared at the men, not liking how they were letting a child do the dangerous work.

"Fair enough." Charlotte let it slide, imagining how Ray would have a bee in his bonnet if anything bad happened to his helper.

"Now, listen, Charlotte, when you're inside Henry's dream, you can't tell Henry that he's dreaming." Ray insisted firmly.

"Do not tell Henry that." Schwoz reiterated the point, stressing that it was vital that she maintained the false reality once she was asleep.

"Why not?" She asked, thinking that it would be the easiest way to get Henry awake.

"Because when you're inside someone's dream and you tell them that they're dreaming, it can go into brain shock." The superhero said, which was the only science-related thing he could add to the conversation.

"His brain could go...boom!" (y/n) imitated how the boy's head would implode, shocking Charlotte at the dramatic consequence.

"Well, what about me? Could my brain explode?" Her eyes grew wide, thinking that her own personal safety was now at risk.

"Uhhh, no."

"What time is it?" Ray and Schwoz looked away from her, not knowing how to tell a girl that she could die.

"You'll be fine, Char." (y/n) reassured her, but the tightness of her smile gave Charlotte the impression that even she couldn't guarantee her safety.

"All right, well, what do I do when I'm inside his dream?" The adolescent girl asked. There must have been something she could do to help Henry once she was in his dream.

"Well, according to the internet...when a person is in a dream state, one of the most common ways to wake up is by experiencing pain." Ray read aloud from his PearPad and Schwoz agreed that it was a good place to start.

"I don't wanna hurt Henry," Charlotte stressed. Her friend had been through enough already.

"You won't be hurting him, the real Henry is right here. You'll only be hurting dream Henry." (y/n) said and the young woman pointed to the boy's body.

"It won't be real." Schwoz soothed her worries.

"Okay, but how do I talk to you guys?" She asked, knowing that they couldn't talk to Henry in his dream.

"We're going to put Henry's whiz watch on your wrist," Ray told her, as (y/n) removed it from the kid's arm and transferred it to Charlotte's.

"So, if you fancy a chat while you're in Henry's dream, you use this." She smiled as she fastened the strap.

"You know, when I took this job, we did not talk about stuff like this," Charlotte said sarcastically, using her humour to break the tension.

"Welcome to my world. I was only supposed to stay here whilst I finished college, and look, I'm still here." (y/n) giggled, putting the younger girl at ease at how she was now stuck in Ray's employment. Not that she or he would have it any other way. It never really felt like a job anymore, not when they had each other.

"You'll be fine," Ray reassured her too, whilst simultaneously thanking the gods that his best friend stuck around even when she could have left for a safer and secure life.

"Well, I feel like I should get a bonus or something," Charlotte mumbled. Her paycheck didn't cover near-death experiences.

"Charlotte, if we don't wake Henry out of the dream state soon, he could be trapped in there forever." The superhero urged her, making her realise the importance of her mission.

"Okay, but before I go..." She said. If she was going to die, she wanted to die happy.

"Name it." (y/n) stated.

"One more chip and dip." Charlotte smiled, wanting to taste her great cooking one last time before she faced possible death. With an irritated face, Ray picked up the platter and let her scoop one last mouthful.

"Oooh, me too." (y/n) grinned cheekily, ignoring how moody Ray and Schwoz were being. Charlotte's dip was too good to resist.

"Okay. Let's get this going." The girl said with a full mouth, chewing and swallowing quickly as the scanner was put over her head. Ray let the chair fall back to she was lying down before looking at (y/n) with doubt written across his face.

"You really think this is gonna work?" He said to both her and Schwoz.

"I don't know." The genius mumbled as (y/n) groaned. They were such idiots sometimes.

"Doofus! Nitwit! She can hear you!" The young woman slapped them both on the head, irritated that they weren't doing Charlotte's nerves any favours.

"I heard that!" The girl yelled through the orange glass, proving (y/n)'s point.

"Sweet dreams, Charlotte. And remember, hurt Henry." Ray reminded her, plugging the cable into the scanner.

"It could be our only chance to wake him up," Schwoz added.

"We'll see you on the other side..." (y/n)'s words were the last thing Charlotte heard as she was plunged into the dream state.

~In the dream~

Charlotte screamed as she felt herself falling through the air. Her eyes shot open as she landed roughly on the floor of Henry's living room. Henry was looking around, wondering where the noise was coming from, not noticing his friend until she stood up.

"Hey." Charlotte greeted him, realising that she must have successfully entered his dream.

"Wha--wh--Charlotte. How'd you get here?" Henry stuttered, feeling on edge from all the freaky things that were happening around his house.

"Uhhhh..." How do you explain that your boss sent you to hurt your friend until he woke up from a dream induced by a supervillain?

"Oh, I don't care." Henry was too relieved to see another normal person to need an explanation and he gave his friend a big hug.

"Good." Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief. That was one problem she didn't have to worry about.

"I'm just glad to see you." He smiled at her, happy that he wasn't alone in the craziness anymore.

"Why? Anything strange going on?" The girl feigned ignorance.

"Everything. I had the weirdest day at school. And then I come home and it's even weirder here." He told her, the stress of his day in the dream creeping him out.

"What's so weird?" Charlotte inquired, ready to see what 'crazy dreams' really meant.

"Well, for one thing, my parents. For some reason, they look and sound different. Like Kim and Kanye." Henry pointed to Mrs and Mrs Hart in the kitchen, only it was Jake and Kris, it was literally two Kim and Kanye lookalikes.

"Hi, Charlotte." Kim/Mom said to her, as the girl's mouth dropped in shock.

"I'm a genius!" Kanye/Dad stated, imitating the Kanye in real life.

"Cool," Charlotte said slowly, sensing that things were about to get weirder.

"Why do my parents look and sound like Kim and Kanye?" Henry asked, shaking his friend in desperation.

"Do they? I didn't notice." She said, trying to keep up the façade that everything was fine.

"Well, maybe you'll notice that Piper has a beard, and she's playing the lute." Henry gestured to his little sister, who looked like a wise old music player. Definitely strange.

"I gave my love a chicken that had no face." She sang, strumming her instrument's strings softly.

"Why is she singing that?" Henry shook Charlotte's shoulders again.

"I really--" Her answer was cut off as the teen panicked.

"All chickens have faces!" He shouted.

"So, maybe---" Charlotte was struggling to keep him calm.

"Oh, and did you see Jasper?" He pointed to the boy standing behind her, and to her surprise and horror, his head was floating next to his body.

"Henry, will you please help me get back on my body? Hey! Come back! I thought we were a team!" Jasper's body ran off up the stairs and his shouting head floated after him.

"Did you see that? I feel like I'm in some weird, freaky dream." Henry told his friend, making Charlotte panic. She couldn't have him thinking that, his brain could explode!

"You're not!" She grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to her, trying to convey her stress.

"Huh?" He couldn't understand why she was being so weird too.

"You're not having a dream!" She reiterated, but Henry still wasn't convinced.

"Then how do you explain that?!" Henry pointed to the couch and this was the weirdest thing so far. Charlotte's eye nearly fell out of her head when she saw Ray and (y/n) cuddling up on the couch. However, it wasn't like their normal, cutesy snuggling where they couldn't be part without missing each other, this was something else.

"Oh. My. God." Charlotte said, as she watched the two rub noses and shared a gentle kiss. They smiled against each other's lips and if she didn't know that this wasn't real, Charlotte would be on the floor from fainting. It was strange to see them acting on their feelings, but it also felt right, and the teens watched as (y/n) slid into her "boyfriend's" lap so she could be as close to him as possible as they kissed. Ray looked at her with so much love, his eyes crinkling with happiness. It was such a shame that this wasn't real.

"That's not normal!" Henry yelled, knowing that Ray was nowhere near ready to confess to (y/n).

"Just go upstairs and try to put Jasper's head back on his body and I'll deal with the lovebirds," Charlotte instructed him, standing in front of the two so they were out of his line of sight.

"Okay. That makes sense." Henry felt a sense of familiarity from his friend's logic, so he did as she said. He ran up the stairs, intent on sorting out his best friend's predicament.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, but it's not natural!" He yelled, mentally preparing himself for what was about to happen. Taking her chance of being alone, Charlotte ran to the porch and flipped the whiz watch open. Time to see if it would work.

"Ray?" She asked, and the large man appeared over her wrist.

"Charlotte! Did you find Henry?" He asked, getting straight down to business.

"Yeah. I'm inside of his dream." She told him, intriguing the man.

"Oooh, what's it like?" He inquired.

"Weird." She replied, thinking back to Kim, Kanye, Jasper, Piper, Dream Ray and Dream (y/n).

"Well, how weird?" He inquired further, but Charlotte couldn't tell him about him and (y/n), he would really freak out if she heard.

"You really need a number?" She looked at him with a 'for real?' expression.

"Yes. From one to ten." Ray insisted.

"Hang on let me check." Charlotte closed the watch and looked back inside the house. If he wanted a figure, then she was going to give an accurate one. She saw Kim and Kanye spinning around the kitchen with fruit in their hands, Piper combing and talking to her beard, Ray and (y/n) making out on the couch and Henry chasing Jasper's head. Yeah. Definitely weird.

"52." She reported once she was back outside. The whole dream was starting to creep her out too.

"Ray...just tell me what to do so (y/n) and Schwoz can wake me up and bring me back home," Charlotte stressed, knowing that the longer she stayed there, the more likely it was that she'd be stuck there, forever.

"Okay, first, you gotta remember the world you're in with Henry is not real. You're just in a crazy, weird dream state." He reminded her.

"Yeah, no kidding." Charlotte's eye's bugged out of her head as she looked to her right and saw that Jasper's head was floating next to her.

"Hey, who are you talking to?" The head asked, making the girl swat her hand at him.

"Get out of here, Jasper's head!" She shouted, the thing spooking her.

"Charlotte!" Ray yelled to get her attention again as Jasper's head whistled and floated off.

"Yeah, I'm back, what?" The teen refocused on the task at hand.

"You got to go hurt Henry." Ray urged her. Time was running out.

"But I---" She hated the thought of hurting her friend, even if it wasn't real.

"It's okay. You're in a dream. Nothing is real. There's nothing to get hung about. Now, go hurt Henry and hopefully, that'll wake him up." Ray emphasised that everything would be fine.

"All right, but you, Schwoz and (y/n) better not be eating my onion dip without me." She warned him sternly, wanting to wake up to her delicious sauce.

"We're not. Now, you know what to do." Ray shrugged off the accusation, what Charlotte didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

"Right." The girl snapped the watch shut and ran back into the house, thinking of all the ways she could hurt Henry.

~Outside of the dream~

Ray turned away from the monitor that he used to talk to Charlotte and joined Schwoz and (y/n) in eating the girl's dip. Scooping up some of the creaminess on a chip, Ray groaned in delight at the taste.

"Charlotte will kill us if she finds out we ate her dip.." Schwoz said, rapidly dunking another chip.

"Eh, what she doesn't know won't hurt her." (y/n) commented, loving the dip too much to stop filling her face.

~Back in the dream~

Back in the house, Charlotte looked across the living and saw that things were still crazy. Mom/Kim and Dad/Kanye were sharing earphones in the kitchen and Piper was playing a crappy romantic melody on the lute for Ray and (y/n) as the woman laid her head in his lap and lovingly smiled up at him. He giggled at her silly mood and bent down to give her an Eskimo kiss.

"Hey, Piper! Hi, lovebugs!" She called to the people on the couch as she ran past.

"There's a river of glue and apple juice, too." Piper looked at Charlotte and spouted the nonsense.

"I love you, Ray-Ray." (y/n) giggled, cupping her 'boyfriend's face in her hands.

"I love you too, sweetie pie." Ray cooed back, the sight of them being borderline disgusting. It was cute and the girl had been gunning for them to get together for ages, but they cuddled and snuggled like there was no one else in the room.

"Okay..." Charlotte didn't know how to respond to Piper or the couple, so she just ignored them and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. She ran up the stairs as Piper played her lute again, peeling the yellow fruit as she went. Placing the skin at the top of the stairs, she descended again and called for Henry. Her plan for pain was in motion.

"Henry!" She yelled at the top of her voice.

"What?" The boy shouted back from his room.

"Henry, come quick! Hurry!" She bellowed, hoping that her urgent tone would make him move faster and not see the banana peel.

"Charlotte, here I come!! What's wr---" The teenager dashed to the top of the stairs thinking that was some kind of emergency. In his haste, he failed to notice the trap that his friend had laid for him, resulting in the boy tumbling headfirst down the stairs. He rolled all the way down, grunting as he went. Piper's music was still playing as fell and the lovers on the couch didn't even break eye contact.

Charlotte rushed to see if he was okay, praying that his pain would be enough to wake him up.

"Hi." She greeted him meekly, her plan obviously failing.

"What just happened?" Henry blinked, his entire body aching from the fall.

"You fell down the stairs," Charlotte told him, helping the boy to his feet.

"Oh."

"Did it hurt?" The girl asked hopefully.

"Yeah, a lot," Henry replied as his friend supported his wobbly legs.

"Cool, wait here." The girl dropped him back on the floor and rushed to the porch to tell Ray the development. It seemed like they'd need a new strategy.

"Ray!" She said at her whiz watch, the man appearing once again.

"Hi. Did you hurt Henry?" He asked, wondering if his idea was working.

"Oh, yeah. Is he waking up?" She replied, expecting to see some change or sign on the machines.

"Is he waking up?" Ray turned around in real life, looking at Schwoz and (y/n) as they checked the results.

"No, he's still sleeping," Schwoz said, watching as Henry kept shaking, probably his body reacting from the pain in his dream.

"Pain isn't working!" (y/n) added, noticing that the brainwaves on the scanner were being affected, but not changed.

"Dang it!" Ray muttered, his frustration worrying Charlotte.

"What?" She asked in a concerned voice.

"Stand by. We're gonna bring you back to reality." Ray told her despondently, knowing that for the moment, there was nothing more Charlotte could do in the dream.

"Okay." Charlotte prepared herself, closing the whiz watch and tensing her muscles in anticipation. Henry opened the door and stepped out onto the porch, wondering why Charlotte was out there alone.

"Charlotte, I can't get Jasper's---" He was cut off by a bright flash of light as Charlotte was sucked back to the real world.

"Today, that does not surprise me." He said, the sight of his friend vanishing not freaking him out since he had been through some serious crap already.

~Back in real life~

"Charlotte? Charlotte!" (y/n) shook the girl slightly as Ray and Schwoz lifted the scanner from her face.

"What...What happened?" She asked in a drowsy voice, sitting up and blinking when the harsh lights strained her eyes.

"Bad news. Henry's still trapped in a dream state." Ray said bleakly. Charlotte peered through the gap between (y/n) and Schwoz and saw her friend still trapped in his sleep.

"Aw, man." She sighed, thinking her effort had gone to waste.

"And more bad news," Schwoz added.

"What?" Charlotte wasn't sure if she could take any more problems.

"We ate all your onion dip." The genius admitted, making (y/n) groan. She knew he had a guilty conscience, but she was hoping she would be able to get away with it.

"Oh, no!" The girl squealed, her chances of tasting her dip again gone until she made the next batch.

They had all been wracking their brains for the last half an hour, trying to think of a solution to help Henry. Ray was scrolling through his PearPad, (y/n) on her PearPhone. Charlotte had taken the seat at the supercomputer, scanning the same websites as them in hope that they'd find something useful. Schwoz was typing away on his tablet, but so far they'd found nada, zilch, nothing.

"Hey, hey! Here's something that might wake Henry up!" Charlotte gasped as she came across some information that appeared to be promising.

"Sweet cheese, yes!" (y/n) swiftly tucked her phone in her pocket and ran over to the computer with Ray and Schwoz hot on her heels.

"What you got?" The larger man stood behind (y/n) and looked at the screen.

"Okay, this website says "Sometimes when a person is stuck in a deep dream state, you can stop the dreams by submerging the person underwater for between 30 and 45 minutes."" Charlotte turned around to look at them, the grin on her face indicating that she hadn't thought about the implications of what she had just said.

"Did it mention any side effects?" Ray smiled at her sarcastically as his best friend let her head loll back onto his chest.

"Lemme check. Scrolling down...okay...uh...Here we go, side effects. "Number one, death."" Charlotte happy tone soon turned sour when she realised that the website was useless.

"Okay, let's not try that." She said, leaning back in her chair from frustration.

"Yeah, that creates a whole 'nother problem." (y/n) said, taking her phone out again so she could continue her search.

"Guys...what are we gonna do? What if we can never wake Henry up and he's stuck in a dream state forever?" Ray said in a brokenhearted voice, strolling to Henry's side. (y/n) followed behind him, hugging the large man from behind.

"We're not gonna give up." She said firmly against the material of his shirt, refusing to leave Henry to die.

"But we've tried everything," Ray replied quietly as she squeezed her smaller frame to his huge one.

"There has to be something we can do." The young woman said, enjoying how his back muscles rolled and flexed against her body.

"AHOY! Schwoz's loud cry of joy broke through their sadness, confusing them into what had him raising his PearPad into the air.

"What?" Charlotte asked, his sudden outburst puzzling her.

"Why'd you say ahoy?" Ray asked, turning around with (y/n) so they could see what Schwoz was doing.

"Listen to what I just found on an ancient Hindu website." The little man gestured to his PearPad and they all crowded around it.

"What's it say?" Charlotte asked, squinting at the small text on the screen.

"Come on, Schwoz, spill the beans." (y/n) added, hating the suspense.

"The most effective method of shocking a sleeping person out of a deep dream state is...fright!" Schwoz read aloud, but his funny accent was hard for the others to understand.

"Flight?" She repeated, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Okay, so we just need to book Henry a flight somewhere," Ray stated, snapping his fingers.

"He's always wanted to go to Florida." (y/n) added, remembering how Henry ranted to her about going to Disneyworld.

"Perfect! Henry, you're going to Florida." Ray told the boy, even though he couldn't hear him. Schwoz groaned at how carried away they were getting.

"I not say 'flight', I frrrright. Fright. Like, ooga, ooga, booga, booga, ooga." The little man waved his arms around and growled at them so they'd understand what he meant.

"Oh, fright," Charlotte said, finally getting what he was trying to say.

"Yes, yes, we must put Charlotte back into Henry's dream," Schwoz said, pointing to the chair that sent the teen girl to sleep.

"And she needs to scare him?" Ray asked, confused as to how that would wake his sidekick up.

"That makes sense. Like when I have those nightmares with the clowns that scare the shit out of me and I have to sleep with you when I wake up." (y/n) explained to him, thinking back to the nights when Ray held her close and chased away all her bad dreams.

"She needs to terrify him. You got to scare the poof out of him." Schwoz said, pondering over just how many nights the woman had spent in Ray's bed. How they weren't together baffled him.

"Poof?" Again, Schwoz's accent stopped the others from understanding him.

"Okay, when you say poof--" Ray wasn't sure what Schwoz meant, knowing that in some circumstances, the word was offensive.

"You know what I mean!" Schwoz snapped, not wanting to repeat himself again.

"Wait. I'm not very good at scaring people." Charlotte admitted. She couldn't remember how many of her pranks had failed because she just couldn't get anyone to be frightened by her.

"I can help you with that." (y/n) smirked, knowing just the thing that would do the trick...

"This is what we're going to use to scare Henry shitless." (y/n) told the girl, gesturing to a green, misshapen egg thing in Schwoz's hands. Even Ray looked confused at what it was.

"Looks like something my Uncle Rosco coughed up," Charlotte commented, looking over the lumpy thing.

"You hear what she say about my bloob?" Schwoz looked at Ray, getting all defensive about his creation.

"It does look like a loogie," Ray said, agreeing with his female employee that it looked like phlegm or something. (y/n) giggled at the word 'loogie' and smiled up at him.

"Just...How does that thing help me scare Henry?" Charlotte asked.

"All right, here's the plan. We're gonna send you back into Henry's dream." Ray started, pulling down the orange scanner as his assistants helped the girl into the sleep chair.

"Okay." 'So far, so good.' Charlotte thought.

"And when you get there, put Schwoz's abomination into the refrigerator." (y/n) said, watching as the genius passed his green egg thing to the teen.

"It's a bloob!" He protested, feeling protective over it.

"It's an abomination. Anyway, after ten seconds, you get Henry to open the fridge." Ray carried on. His agreement with his helper made Schwoz grumble and sulk.

"I don't think Henry's gonna be that scared when he sees this blob," Charlotte said. The thing was weird, but not scary, not in the least.

"Bloob!" Schwoz corrected her, not having another person insult the blob/bloob thing.

"Just trust us." Ray contributed, knowing that two of the smartest people in Swellview were helping her.

Wait. What's going to happen when Henry opens the door to the fridge?" Charlotte asked, sensing that the bloob was more than what it seemed.

"Henry will get the bejesus scared out of him. Oh, and look away." (y/n) said, patting her arm reassuringly.

"Look away," Ray repeated, knowing that if it was one of Schwoz's mutated creations, it was bound to be terrifying. They shut the scanner and reclined the chair as Schwoz turned up the power and sent Charlotte back into the dream to finish her mission.

~In the dream~

Charlotte fell back into the Hart's house, landing behind the kitchen counter. Piper was still strumming happily on her lute, and (y/n) was laid on top of Ray, him stroking his hand through her hair lazily. Getting to her feet, Charlotte looked around for the green thing.

"Wait, where's the blob?" She said, looking around for it, but when she looked up, the thing fell on her face like a pancake. The girl flung the bloob from her face onto the floor, where it inflated into its spherical shape again. Shaking off her disgust, she picked it up and dashed over to the refrigerator, shutting the thing inside.

"Okay, put the bloob in the fridge and wait ten seconds." She mumbled to herself before running to the foot of the stairs to call for Henry.

"Henry! Hey, Henry, where are you?! Henry!" She yelled, hoping he could hear her.

"Charlotte? Charlotte!" The boy came from his bedroom and jogged down the stairs.

"What's happening? Everything's been so crazy and I don't get why." He asked her, feeling relieved to see her again

"Can I have some juice?" She asked innocently, trying to prompt him into getting frightened.

"Juice?" Henry couldn't believe that she wanted a drink with all the weirdness going on.

"Yeah, I need some cold juice. You know, refrigerated." Charlotte lied, hoping he'd buy it.

"Okay, that's a pretty specific request," Henry stated, the stress of his dream taking its toll on his patience.

"Just get the juice." She snapped, leaving no room for arguing.

" All right." The boy submitted, walking over to his refrigerator where he was about to get the fright of his life.

"I'm having a mental breakdown, all she cares about is juice. All right, what do you want, apple? Orange?--" He mumbled to himself, Charlotte looking away just in time as a hideous, winged mutant creature flew out of the fridge and caused Henry to fall to the floor in fright.

"Henry! Henry?" Charlotte ran over to him after the monster went back inside the refrigerator and noticed that he was unconscious. A bright light flashed around his body before it disappeared and Charlotte did a little fist pump in celebration. Her work in the dream was done.

~Outside the dream~

"Oh my god, he's waking up, she did it!" (y/n) squealed as Henry's brainwaves started to go haywire.

"Henry, Henry, can you hear me?" Ray said to the boy as he and Schwoz lifted the brain scanner.

"Wake up! Wake up!" The genius encouraged, as Henry groaned in his sleep.

"Walk away from the light!" Ray and (y/n) yelled as Henry's groans turned into screams.

"Ahh, ahhh, ahhh! Monster in my fridge!" He cried as he was shocked into reality. The adults burst into happiness as he came back to them.

"It worked!"

"You're back!" The men helped him out of the chair and Henry blinked the sleep away from his mind.

"Yeah, I was having the weirdest dreams. And you weren't there. But you two were there. And everyone, everything was insane." The kid told them, breathing a sigh of relief that things were back to normal.

"What? Why were we weird?" (y/n) asked, confused as to why Charlotte hadn't mentioned them in the dream.

"Uhhhh, everyone except Charlotte." Henry couldn't tell them what he had seen them do in his dream, he was sure they'd burst into flames of embarrassment.

"CHARLOTTE!" The adults yelled in synchronisation, realising that the girl was still asleep. They let go of Henry, who fell a little from the sudden lack of support and sprinted to the machine's to get her awake.

"Hello? Ray? (y/n)? Anybody?" Charlotte said through her whiz watch, wondering why she wasn't being brought home.

"Charlotte!" Ray appeared over her wrist, worried that something had happened whilst they hadn't been paying attention to her vital signs.

"Did Henry wake up?" She asked, hoping that the plan had gone smoothly.

"Yeah, he's here and he's okay." The man gave her two thumbs up.

"Awesome. Now, bring me back." Charlotte told him, expecting that it would be easy.

"Right, one sec." Ray stepped away from his camera and looked at Schwoz.

"Bring Charlotte back." He instructed him, but the genius gave him a weak smile.

"We can't," Schwoz admitted, (y/n) sharing his worried look. They hadn't anticipated this.

"What?" Ray exclaimed, looking between the little guy and his best friend.

"What do you mean you can't?" Henry piped up, finding the strength to walk over to them.

"Schwoz blew out the transnypular tube." (y/n) said as Schwoz held up the component. He should have listened when the young woman said to be more gentle with the machine.

"Well, can't you get another one?" Ray asked Schwoz.

"Yeah, but it's like a two-hour drive." The genius explained as Charlotte's voice came from over the whiz watch.

"Uh, listen. We're not going to be able to bring you back to reality for about four hours." The superhero broke the bad news to the girl, who did not take it well.

"Four hours?! Well, what am I supposed to do, stuck here in Henry's bizarro dream for four hours?" She spluttered in disbelief.

"Do you know how to play mahjong?" Ray suggested from the top of his head.

Charlotte sighed as she looked around the house. She couldn't believe she'd have to play mahjong with these weirdos for the next four hours.

"When she wakes up, she's going to kill you." (y/n) told Schwoz, watching as the man put his jacket on.

"You were using the machine too, it's your fault too." He whined back, not wanting to face Charlotte's wrath alone.

"Yeah, but the difference between me and you is that I've got a superhero to protect me. What have you got?" (y/n) smirked, taking her seat beside Ray, fluttering her eyelashes at him so he'd stick to her argument.

"Yeah, Schwoz." The larger man said to the grumbling genius, who knew it would be impossible for Ray to say no to her. He could never say no to her and he'd protect her until his dying breath. They were always on each other's side, no matter what.

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