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nightcovefox · 3 months

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That Strange Dream Or Was It a Dream?

Characters: Luigi, Dimentio, Dolos, and Marx

Warning(s): Bl00d, v0m1t, manipulation, panic attacks, and my bad grammar

A/n: I’m going to make a post to put all the Empire (AU) side stories I made and put them on my intro page. Anyways enjoy this short fic! I’ll explain some info about Luigi.

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“Please…Please..It hurts so much..!!!”

“Oh, Dolos.. Calm down..the second wave hits harder.”

“S-Second wave..?! *cough*…”

….Luigi sat up with his eyes wide open. That strange dream again.. A little pink creature wearing a jester hat, and having huge claws. It was coughing up blood and another being was with them.

…Which was Dimentio.

Luigi looks at his alarm clock. It was ‘3:30 am..’ perfect. He sighs. How many weird dreams will he have? The first one was a different creature that almost looked like that pink creature. They were wearing a jester hat, has pink fur, but with a long and fluffy tail. That creature was laughing like a maniac. They were with Dimentio and another thing that looked like a Jester. They were battling him and his family.

A very weird dream if you ask him. Maybe a cold glass of water will help him sleep again? Yeah, that’s a good idea. Luigi lifts up his covers, gets up, and leaves his room. But he needs to stay quiet. No one likes to wake up at 3 something am. Mostly Peaches and Beep-O..

Those two wake up at 6:00 am to start working. Last time Mari and Lu accidentally woke those two up somewhere at 5 am. There was cursing and a bit of shouting. Somehow he and the others slept through it. Except Rosa…

He shook on that thought and reached into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and the light beam hit him. Adjusting his eyesight he spotted a water bottle. He grabs it and closes the fridge.

“I..I’m sorry.. I won’t fail again..!”

Luigi turned around and spotted nothing. Maybe it was the wind? He open the cap and starts to drink the water to remove that thought. Not today..A cat was killed by curiosity you know? He put the cap on and started to head to his room. This makes Luigi to wonder. What were those dreams telling him? Was Dimentio coming back? Who was that creature? Who are those other two jesters fighting him and the others? Will something bad happen to them like they always do?! No…No..No!!! Don’t be ridiculous Luigi! Dimentio was locked away for 17 years!! He’s trapped in the mirror thanks to the pure hearts and the soul crystals.

He opened the door and entered his room. Closing it from behind. He looked at his alarm clock and it was 3:50 am. Okay, he has enough time to rest. He set his water bottle down on his nightstand. He lay down on his bed and pulled the covers over to him. He closes his eyes. He needs to talk to Rosa about this. Maybe she can help..?

~Meanwhile In The Other World~

…..Dolos was coughing up hard. Blood was on his hands and aspen flowers were in the blood. His throat felt scruffy and dry. Everything hurts. How did it all start? He fucked up. He was close to stealing one of the soul crystals but got caught by Meta Knight Sword. He fled the battle. Dimentio saw it all and was irritated. Not on Meta but on Dolos. You stalk watch so many people?! How the fuck did you get caught?

The plan was going so slowly. Every since Dolos joined that tournament. He was getting more and more distracted. If only Dimentio physical body was here. Maybe he can get rid of those people he met.

He sighed and snapped his fingers. The pain has finally stopped. Dolos smiled weakly. “…I’m sorry..” he mumbled, wiping away small drips of blood.

“..I know you are. Maybe, I should give you a break. But please. Try to focus. Alright? We're running out of time.”

Dolos nods their head.

“Words. Dolos. Come now.. You can speak.”

“Ye-Yes, Dimentio.”

“Now get clean up! I have a small mission for you tomorrow!”

“Oh boy..” Dolos mumbled.

“What was that?” Dimentio eyed Dolos. His yellow eye glowed sharply.

“..I can’t wait..!” Dolos chirped weakly.

“Now then, I should get some rest too.. I’ll see you tomorrow~!” as Dimentio teleported who knows where.

Dolos better clean up this mess.. And drink some water too. But their body wasn’t moving not letting them move. Was this Dimentio’s other punishment?! Come on!? They deserved enough!! His feet something wet on his cheek and felt something wet on his tail. Their claw gently touches his cheek.

He was crying. Again..? Come on.. Stupid body! I will cry later-

More tears were escaping out of his eyes. Please Marx.. Make these tears stop…

………………..

Marx's eyes shot open. He felt a strange pang in his heart. Someone was crying. Was it Halia or Dolos?

“Ah, fellas!! I’m back~” said Dimentio cheerfully.

“Where did you run off to?” Marx asks his friend.

“Somewhere~ Where is our friend Jevil?”

“Sleeping.” Marx answered.

“Are you okay, Marx? You sound worried..”

“I felt one of my siblings sad.. I don’t know which one.. Though.”

“I see. I’m sure they are alright!~”

“…I hope so.”

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Luigi is been having weird dreams. Those weird dreams WERE visions. They were a message that was given by someone that he did not know of. What a mystery this is.

In future stories, Luigi and Dolos relationship will be closer/most trusted. Both of them were manipulated by Dimentio. But can our hero Luigi guide Dolos out of the shadows? Will see next time on Empires (AU)!~ Stay Tuned!~~~

#dolos (oc)#empires au #luigi #dimentio

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glittering-moonlillie · 2 years

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Headcannons: Damian Wayne with a reader who loves exotic animals

Damian was no stranger to housing animals. Whether it be cats or turkeys, he loved them all. Oftentimes, he preferred the comfort of his animals rather than his family or friends. He felt like the animals understood him way more than anyone ever could without him having say much

When he got older, he swore to himself that he would get a lover who was just as much of an animal lover as him. He had even fantasized about owning a huge house filled with pets with his lover. An animal sanctuary if you would.

That is why Damian had his eyes set on you. Your love for animals almost matched his own. It was admirable, the way you seemed to be an animal magnet wherever you went. It was like watching Snow White go about her day.

But none of this is why he wanted you, no.

Your love for animals was adorable yes, but it wasn’t that that he was drawn to. It was the certain types of animals you were fond of that made his icy walls melt.

You and Damian were in his room at the manor having a nice hangout session when the topic of favorite animals were mentioned. Alfred was in your lap snoozing while you were scrolling through Pinterest, occasionally squealing at certain photos.

Damian couldn’t help it, his curiosity got the better of him. As he looked over your shoulder, he noticed you scrolling through numerous pictures of amphibians, particularly frogs and axolotls.

“Look at how cute and chunky these animals are, Dami!!” You shoved the phone in his face so he could get a better look.

These animals indeed were cute, so cute in fact that it almost made Damian jealous. How dare these animals steal your attention away from him?

“I’ve always wanted to have a huge house with a bunch of frogs and hedgehogs and axolotls and fancy goldfish, but I don’t really have that kind of money and every guy I have been with doesn't really share my…enthusiasm for those types of animals…” You had let out an awkward chuckle, hoping that he didn’t make fun of you like everyone else had.

Damian almost dropped the phone when he heard those words fall out of your pretty mouth.

A girl as beautiful as you wishing to have a house with numerous animals just like him? He may as well propose to you right then and there!

Problem was, you guys weren’t even together yet. He can’t possibly propose to you if he does not know if you feel the same way about him!

So he went with the next best option

“How many frogs were you hoping to foster?”

You stared up at him blankly before responding, “As many as I possibly could in a lifetime. Why?”

This mf couldn’t even hold back his smirk.

“I suppose I wouldn’t mind adopting some adorable frogs for your enjoyment.”

The squeal you emitted nearly made him deaf but it was worth it just to see that stupidly contagious smile.

You both agreed that the frogs would stay at the manor since there was more room. Damian was ecstatic about this since it gave you a reason to come over more often. He didn’t tell you this of course.

When you asked him what he wanted in return, he merely stated that he wanted you to go with him to see a movie you had previously turned down.

“So…a date?”

“TT, it’s insulting that you would even think that.”

It totally was a date.

Give it a few months and you eventually become his beloved.

Give it a few more months after that and he’ll purchase a decently large house for you to adopt as many chunky animals as you wanted.

He still can’t tell if it was the worst or best decision he has ever made.

Damian had thought he was bad with his habit of bringing home exotic animals, but you really topped the list. Every time you saw another lizard or raccoon or snake that was in need of fostering, you would beg him to let you keep them.

To this date, he has never said no to you.

And that is how you and Damian became the parents of 20 happy and adorable animals.

I am so happy that I have been a been able to keep consistent with this blog, and that people actually seem to like my writings! If you couldn't tell by my banner, I am a huge animal lover (mostly with frogs and axolotls <3)! As a side note, I think it's important to mention that Axolotls are actually extremely endangered and it might not be the best decision to keep them in captivity.

#Damian Wayne #damian al ghul #Damian Wayne x reader #Batfam #Damian being a huge animal lover #DC #Comics #romance #fluff #Damian x Y/n #robin x reader #robins #Batfamily #Axolotls #Chunky animals #Frogs #Damian being in denial about loving you

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halloiambored · 2 years

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Random Snippet

CW: math… be warned.

“Ahhhhhhggggh.” BANG.

That… was strange, Villain thought, head cocking to one side. They thought the agency’s shining star lived alone?

“Mmmhmhmhm… fuck fuck fuck. What even is this?”

They did. Hero did live alone.

And no one else was here, Villain had made sure of it. So… ?

“Why?!”

At Hero’s particularly passionate exclamation, and a second loud thud, Villain rolled their eyes. Clearly, Hero was the crazy one between the two of them.

Granted — they were trespassing, but that was besides the point.

Not even a few seconds later, curiosity killed the cat, and Villain slammed open the door to Hero’s room.

“It’s nOT maT—”

“Hero—”

Their nemesis bolted upright, eyes wide and mouth agape. On reflex alone, Hero launched a pencil at Villain’s head.

Unfortunately, they missed, but watching Villain flinch away from the writing utensil was well worth it.

“The hell was that?!” Sighing, Hero slumped back into their normal relaxed pose - a glare already replacing the shock on their features.

“A pencil.”

“Well, duh.”

“Why are you in my house?”

Stepping closer to admire their surroundings, Villain ignored Hero’s comment entirely. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing that concerns you. Why are you in my house?! I just answered your question, it’s only fair—”

Huffing, Villain grinned. “When have I ever been fair?”

They continued advancing towards the desk on the far side of the room, forcing Hero to shy away from their current project. It did give them a much easier escape route, but well. What good is running if you have nowhere else to go?

“Hey! No. Why are you here, Villain?”

“I wanted to give you fair warning, is all. You have been especially difficult lately, and the way I see it, you have one of two optio— is this math?!”

“Uggh, no… well, technically yes, but no.”

Oh my.

“You were making all that noise over a math problem?”

“It’s not math!!”

“You’re a student?”

“Why do you care?”

Villain looked around the room again, this time paying much more attention to detail. Well, if the forest green banner was anything to go off of, Hero was a student. At the local college. Huh.

“You are—” it’s been a while since the criminal had smiled. Genuinely, smiled.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t even—”

“You did.”

“So—”

“It’s due tomorrow.”

Villain was full on laughing now, doubled over with a hand on the desk behind them. How many times had Hero missed a deadline?

“Last month, when I had you all chained up and useless for, how long did it take you to get out? Two weeks?”

Scowling, Hero knew exactly what Villain was referring to.

“Yeah, thanks for that. It’s not like I could explain to my professors, ‘Hey, I’m that hero everyone sees on the news. Sorry for missing your test, I was kidnapped.’ No, they all think I’m incompetent.”

“They’re not wrong—”

“One of them almost fucking failed me.”

Oh my god, it was too much. Wiping tears from their eyes, and cursing their aching stomach, Villain fought to regain their composure.

“Damn, then you’re not going to like what I am about to say.”

“Nno - no no no no,” Hero swung up an arm to try and delay the inevitable.

“Hhhmph, yes, but don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you, you’ll be fine. For the most part, at least.”

All at once, the humorous mood sank into something serious. Dangerous. Dear goodness, Hero did not like the sound of that.

It was easy to forget that Villain was… a villain. Even after the thinly veiled threat, it was hard to recognize the 22 year old idiot in their room as someone who tortures people (people like Hero) on the daily.

Damnit.

“Oh, don’t look so frightened, love. If you’re going to play hero, you have to deal with the consequences. So, which would you prefer? Will you come with me now, by your own free will?”

“Hell no—”

“Or will I have to drag you out of here myself?”

Mmmm. Such lovely options.

Eyes darting to the floor, Hero’s stomach dropped. This was bad. This was… Villain was in their house, for goodness sake.

All they could think to say was, “No.” Which was incredibly lame, but what else could they do about it? They just wanted to finish their assignment and go to bed. They wanted nothing to do with whatever… whatever this was.

With a great deal of effort, the crime fighter met Villain’s darkly amused gaze. “No?” they echoed, lips hung open in feigned offense.

“Please, I just—”

“My little Hero, you’ve gotten quite bold, so much so that I can’t let it continue unchecked. We both know that I will win this fight, and frankly, I see no reason why we have to do this the hard way.”

Yeah, the hard way was not ideal. Best to avoid any unnecessary pain while they still could.

Hero’s jaw clenched subconsciously, before relaxing along with their audible sigh. “Where are we going?”

#original #hero x villain #writing prompt #I have no explanation #hopefully it makes sense #‘Why do you care?’#is how I’d begin my continuation

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evieismol · 1 year

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Big Bend Chapter 12

Previous Chapter

Word count: 1135

Warnings: mentions of people being scared of giants I guess? Otherwise nothing really for this chapter

“Hannah’s niece was excited to meet you,” John said as he stepped out of the elevator and onto Easton’s desk. The giant was presently eating a bowl of oatmeal. He straightened up upon seeing John, taking a moment to swallow before answering. He pushed the bowl away from both of them.

“She seems like a sweet kid,” Easton said.

“You don’t have to stop eating,” John said, glancing over towards the bowl.

“I was getting full anyways,” Easton said with a small shrug. John raised his eyebrow at that. There were two reasons behind that. First, he’d noticed that Easton never ate around people - John had thought it might have been a coincidence the first few times, but by now was fairly sure it was a purposeful choice to not alarm the humans. The same way he tended to always smile with his mouth closed.

“I appreciate the gesture, but I’m really not scared of you,” John said. Easton looked down, giving an awkward laugh.

“Was I that obvious?” He asked after a moment.

“A little,” John said. “And I’m sure some of the other humans would appreciate the thoughtfulness, but you’re not the first non-human being I’ve worked with. Or the scariest.”

“Well, that’s a refreshing change of pace,” Easton said.

“Seriously, just eat the oatmeal,” John said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Thanks,” Easton said gratefully, pulling the bowl of oatmeal back over towards him. “Abbey didn’t seem scared of me either. I love that about kids,” he said after taking another bite of oatmeal. “I mean, I totally get why people are, generally. It’s still nice when they’re not, though.”

“I think that’s understandable,” John said.

“This is entirely unrelated, but I was talking to my friends from New York earlier, and they mentioned coming to visit possibly,” Easton said.

“Your human friends?” John asked. Easton nodded. “I’m still dying to know the story behind that one.”

“It’s a long one,” Easton said. “I mean, I don’t mind telling it, though.”

“I have nowhere to be,” John said with a shrug. “Besides, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.”

“I almost never hear the entire quote,” Easton mused. “Well, anyways, we met, I think six years ago in human years. Like two on Aphiria? I’m bad at math, there’s a reason I studied flowers. Anyways, they were in some trouble on Earth and ended up jumping through a portal they found.”

“Jumping through a random portal. Must have been some trouble,” John said.

“Yeah, that’s what I said too,” Easton said. “It’s more their story to tell than mine, but basically they were in a bad financial spot, and ended up falling in debt with some bad people. Like, seriously bad people. Jumping through the portal was a last resort after one of them was injured. I was out for a walk along a trail near the portal and thought I heard voices, and obviously I offered to help them.”

“I guess they’re lucky you came along,” John said. “How’d the other Aphirials take their presence?”

Easton looked down. “We didn’t tell anyone for a while. I wasn’t…sure how people would respond to them. We ended up telling my sister eventually, and she helped them get back to earth.”

“Your sister’s on the Earth-Aphirial committee that recommended you, isn’t she?” John asked.

Easton gave an awkward laugh. “Yeah…go nepotism, I guess. I really didn’t ask her to do that, I swear.”

“Well, it doesn’t seem like an undeserved recommendation, at least,” John offered. “You seem to do a good job interacting with humans.”

“I really try,” Easton said. “I always wanted to see Earth, ever since we learned about it in school when I was a kid. I mean, you guys have such a diverse planet. Like, this park alone…it’s gorgeous. Not to mention the people. There’s so many of you, and so many different countries and languages and cultures…it’s incredible.”

“That’s why you took the job, then?” John asked.

“I guess so. It’s kind of why I wanted to be a park ranger to start with,” Easton said. “Getting to see new things, getting to share them with people. Seeing the same wonder I felt the first time I learned something…I love it. Why’d you decide to work for the IMA, if you don’t mind me asking?”

John chuckled. “Well, I don’t have nearly as touching an answer. Joined the marines to afford college, and after multiple tours overseas, ended up being recommended for recruitment for the IMA. I like the job, though. Like you said, there’s always something new.”

“Like a giant alien park ranger?” Easton asked, amusement in his voice.

“Among other things,” John said with a smile. “So, what was that about your friends coming to visit, before we got sidetracked?”

“Hm? Oh, right! They were saying they might come visit for the Fourth of July. That’s another thing I love about Earth - all the new holidays.”

“Does Aphiria have holidays?” John asked.

Easton nodded. “We do. Not as many, though. At least the main ones. They’re based on the solstices there.”

“That sounds interesting. You know, I think you know far more about Earth than I do Aphiria,” John said.

“Well, I’m always happy to ramble about it anytime you’re curious,” Easton said. “I feel like that’s probably the case for most humans. There’s not a lot of like, academic or historical research. The only reason I know most of what I know is the friends I mentioned.”

“Suppose that’s true. I don’t think most humans have even met an Aphirial. Though, that mightbbe changing if they’ve come to the park recently,” John said.

“Likewise with Aphirials and humans. I think all we really learned in school was like, ‘mysterious tiny planet’,” Easton said.

“Well, there might be a bit more lore about Aphiria floating around on this end, but I wouldn’t assume any of it was particularly truthful.”

“Yeah…I’ve heard some of those stories,” Easton said. “And seen how people generally react to me at first. Not that I can blame them - I mean, there is some truth to the whole carnivorous giant alien thing. I’m sure I’d be a little freaked out too if I was on the other end of things. If anything I appreciate the effort to not just like, run away screaming.”

“Fair enough,” John said.

#g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #gt #gt sfw #g/t community #g/t oc #gt writing

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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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let's be real cat boy scara probably just acts like my best friend's cat lmao: he'd be always kinda there, absolutely ignores you like crazy and if you go to cuddle him he'll give you one second before bolting away like you're bothering him but the second you get next another cat??? he'll come next to you and he'll hiss until you pay attention to him instead (and then he'll promptly start acting like you don't really matter the second the other cat is out of sight). and then i'd feel like he'd have the other habit that cat has of just. worrying sick when you're not feeling well. like, once i fainted while at my bestie's house and when i woke up i just saw the cat all wrapped next to my head and the second he saw i was well he kinda like, rubbed against me and then promptly left. i was told he stayed with me all the time when i was unconcious lmao. typical scara imo

albedo on the other hand??? i feel like he'd be like those cats that maybe will stay on their own, and will only let you close to pet him if you devote your time and patience to show him that you're a Good Person™. but once you have that trust he's in love for life. you sit down? there you go, catboy!bedo will kind of emerge from wherever he was hiding and fall asleep on your lap when you pet his ears lol

i can't really say about xiao?? in typical xiao behaviour i just think he'd be like those cats that have like, one (1) person that they like and absolutely refuse to stay around anyone else. if you're that person? good! dark fluffy xiao ears ti pet and cuddle with. but if you're not that person you're not even seeing him around

- 🍓

I could kiss you on the cheek multiple times right now you’re fuelling me with so many ideas

That is so accurate to Scara it’s almost crazy, only giving you comfort when you really need it - just a shame you can’t appreciate it because it’s so rare. I have a feeling when he really warms up to you it’ll be more frequent (more like he demands to be pampered sometimes) but for it only comes in very small bursts, and it’s usually when you’re not feeling the best. (I am absolutely writing about sick reader and catboy scara now thank u for this gold)

I do like the idea of that, but I also think Albedo wouldn’t really care if he gets pets or not from people. I think he likes to be close to observe, so I don’t think he’d be the kind to bolt off if he gets bad vibes from anyone. He’s too intrigued (curiosity killed the cat, as they say). But he is the kind to just walk away if he doesn’t want to be touched and sit somewhere else instead. Not a fan of touch if he’s not at least acquainted with them. Also, very good with kids? They’ll quickly learn he doesn’t like his tail or ears pulled, but he’s patient, and since he’s a cat boy instead of a full cat, he’ll gently explain that it isn’t okay to pull like that. Cue Albedo and Klee snuggles !! But I absolutely agree, once he likes you, you’re the love of his life. He’ll put his head on your lap and wrap his tail around you, looking up at you expectantly for pets. And when you touch him, his purring is almost immediate. And it’s so very pleasing when Catbedo purrs, I think it would be rather loud, the complete opposite of him.

Honestly, I’d say the same for Xiao. He hates purring with a passion because it’s involuntary and very loud. It’s also a sign that he’s vulnerable and, dare he say it, happy. He doesn’t like being that way with anyone, since it’s obvious he’s not been treated the best. He rejects you spoiling him and avoids affection like the plague when you first get him, but when he starts warming up, he’s a completely different cat. You only need to call his name and he’ll come out of whatever dark spot he was hiding in just to see you. Ear pets are strictly off limits if you don’t ask first - he’s very jumpy and he will lash out if he thinks he feels threatened. It’s not you, he hurriedly tells you, but he doesn’t exactly trust easily. Just respect his boundaries and he’ll be a cuddle bug just like Bedo. You never see him, but he’s always there, watching over you. Very, very overprotective of you. Hates it when you have visitors, he’ll just glare at them from the darkness so they can feel a constant foreboding presence (so they can leave quicker). But when they’re gone, and he has you to himself, be prepared for some of the best snuggles of your life. Very good cuddler, when he feels like he can open himself up to get to that point. Best sleep aid there is.

Oh, before I write this up, is it okay if I use some of your ideas? And if you have anything you’d like to add, please feel free, dearest !!

#bun speaks #🍓 anon #cat boys !!#albedo my beloved #xiao my darling #scara my lil meow meow #quite literally #I’m definitely writing this

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lonesuperhero · 1 month

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Into a bag all of my memories of you went:

The hoodie I bought for you for your birthday, the one you wanted so badly to have because it was a collar between your favorite Youtubers, that I never got to send.

The blanket you gave me, that has long lost your scent, but if I shove my face deep enough I can pretend I still smell it.

The stuffed shark, punctured with the leaf earring you left at my house, which was supposed to be another gift for you because I knew you adored the ocean and all of its inhabitants.

The pony bead moon bracelet you made me, that I loved so much because I was apart of a trio, but more so, I was a part of a half. Your half.

The shark tooth necklace you bought for me on our first in person date. Because I had always wanted a shark tooth necklace.

Two doodle pages from the last time I would ever really see you. You doodled me, and then you doodled us. I made sure to wrap them in a plastic bag, for extra protection.

Into the bag all these items went. The many yet few items that reminded me of you.

Of course, the shoes were put into storage, somewhere separate, because somewhere in the back of my mind they are tainted.

Of course, the orange glass jellyfish, Azú the Aphmau sugar skull cat, and Borealis the dragon sit on my shelf, because they are too important to me, but more so as if they were my children. I could not simply hide them away.

Of course, my ring is looped through a chain, sitting in my bag, going everywhere that I may go. Because I can leave everything else behind, but there are times I feel the phantom sensation of metal on my index. And I have a moment of panic, wondering where I left my ring, why it was not on my finger, if I had lost it… and then i remember.

Sometimes, on the bad days, I wear it around my neck. It’s a nice little piece to my outfits, and air of mystery or curiosity is added to my presence. But really, it helps bring me peace.

I can part with everything except my ring. Maybe it’s some stupid hope. Maybe I subconsciously believe that if I keep it with me, everything will work out and we will be okay. I’m not quite sure.

But right now, I have placed almost all of the memories of you in a bag. And I have placed that bag in a trunk. And that trunk is placed in the attic, tucked away so that no one else may go through it. So that the memories are undisturbed. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to bring myself to throw them away, like other people do. Frankly I don’t want to throw them away…ever. But I’m content with leaving you there for now, maybe one day you can come out again.

But right now? I am going to have a drink and try to forget.

#lone rambles #kinda vent?#tbh its fairly dramatic lmao #I am getting those drinks though I need something strong rn

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latenightwalking · 8 months

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that time i did kill myself

at a stranger’s house

the house party murmurs wanton lust

jean waistbands shuffle, accommodating thick thighs,

crossed; slender backs arch, sunset lips purse, full eyes give

a sultry gaze around the room

that i try to ignore

a drink gets spilled and that’s the funniest thing ever

fingers caress the bare, toned chest that needed to be disrobed

quickly; obviously

“I am so, so, s-sorry”

“Let me make this up to you. In the bedroom. I’m talking about sex. I’ll apologise by how well I’ll let you fuck me.”

fly on the wall in the corner

the booming music

blurs into idle chit chat about ex-partners

into gossip about over dramatic flat-mates

into “did you hear about that slut [redacted]”

“wait! look! here, there’s even security cam footage!”

“what a loose cunt”

giggling

candle wax creases melt further

work; life; this; the stress of it all;

my shadow friend pays a visit

but i’d already checked out

of the castle in my mind

left the keys there that morning,

couldn’t stand another minute,

agitated

a gentle hand offers the quivering lamb respite, leads it

to the slaughter

and the grunge of the illicit room takes me aback, at first,

heads turn,

kind of,

quickly re-captivated by white dust

by the smoke covered walls spluttering the haze

of one sequence of inhalation,

spread over the many years

that dysphoria takes from a person

i can relate to that

“this your first time?”

“don’t take too much”

“you don’t know how you’d react”

“best to go slow, eh, real slow”

“takes a few minutes to hit, yeah?”

“i’ll cut half”

“there’s always more”

“[person]’s got connections”

“he’s in deep”

“real fucking deep”

“almost feel bad for ‘em”

i’m not paying attention

the tally reminds me of math class

if i had to describe it:

transcendence

like floating in clouds

except you’re the cloud

so floating in yourself

the birds watch

perched on the solid cloud

that holds no one else

and they speak their squawky language

and although it’s just high-pitched guttural noises

you can understand them

they tell you not to go higher

“fuck you bird.”

“i’ll go higher if i want to”

i had already committed to taking another line

as many lines as my conciousness could handle, in fact,

before this opportunity had even presented itself

the fabric of air is torn slightly

exposing loose, yarn, stiches that i pull on

curiosity did kill the cat, after all

the other atmosphere seems no different

though the cacophony of distortions rifling my eardrums

unnerves me.

i remain in complete, illogical suspension

as euphoria and dysphoria play their dance

i want to rip open this small mousehole

and pull myself through

but there’s nothing to grab

the air brushes my hands aside

like love letters received from one

too naïve to know about love

silence, the only option left

and shouting, wailing,

panic at an unforeseen crisis

concern, regret,

anger

i feel the hot coal remnants of slaps to the cheek

warm, liquid, pooling from several unrestrained kicks to the rib

of my unconscious body

“why’d you have to go and do that for”

“this’ll ruin me!”

“snap out of it!”

when a rocket knows

that it’s going to tilt back toward

the braced, unflinching earth

and end itself in a fiery, horrific explosion

of metallic guts and oil blood

it has no choice but to concede its fate

much to the chagrin of the lock-jawed personnel

who’ll later try to deny any responsibility

that “that guy didn’t matter anyway”

and that their mistake wasn’t the one

that caused this hellish one

i wonder

if my parents knew

playing fast and loose with baby

shutting the door to its incessant wailing

as the shadow form, stuck to the pale wall

un-sticks itself and creeps closer

i wonder

if they realised

this one seemingly inaction

would set my entire path

or at least, block off the happy ones

and lead to passiveness; quietness - they just want me to shut up. no problems. got it.

in-defensiveness - a doormat has no right to refuse being stepped on

denial of responsibility - the guilty shall bear witness to the hand

self- inadequacies, fear of rejection

the horizon seems endless, lost in the desert

and so too my woes

i don’t blame them

they were tired

after my sister

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Curiosity

Been thinking about this scenario for weeks now, and after finishing up this week’s fight at the Golden House I finally had to write it.

NSFT Zhongli x female reader x Childe below. The focus is mainly on the reader, but there’s ChiLi too. Minimally edited, so please excuse any silly mistakes (and shitty writing), and take a peek at the warnings before you read.

They say curiosity killed the cat, but tonight your pussy’s not getting much action.

CW: (Unrealistic) anal sex with female receiving, Childe loves eating ass, manhandling, hints of breath play, size kink, praise and degradation, sloppy seconds. Maybe verging a little on dark content in a couple places, but everything is 100% consensual and loving. <3

It started with simple, prurient curiosity about what your partners do when you’re not around – and sometimes, right in front of you. It’s one thing to watch Childe ride Zhongli’s cock while you ride his face, but no amount of looking or asking could really tell you how it felt to have something inside you that way. With any of your previous lovers it probably would’ve stayed just curiosity, but how could you not trust Zhongli, with his firm but gentle touch and thousands of years of experience? Or Childe, who could be rough sometimes but always made it clear that he loved and respected you, and never actually hurt you (unless you specifically asked)? You knew they would take care of you.

But in retrospect, maybe it was a mistake to let Childe go first.

****

“Sshhh, relax my love,” Zhongli husked against your ear. “You’re alright. You’re doing so well.”

You groaned again, unable to keep yourself from tensing up even more in his arms. You were hardly weak, but with Zhongli’s stony, unbreakable grip behind your knees you had no chance of getting away or hiding yourself from Childe’s eyes, fingers, and mouth. He was staring at you – not at the mess he was making between your legs, but at your face – and clearly liking what he saw. So many different expressions, from pleasure to pain to confusion, almost awe. You had never felt anything like his long, calloused fingers scissoring open your virgin asshole, couldn’t parse the sensation of his tongue exploring inside as “good” or “bad.” Childe’s eyes had you pinned in place as much as Zhongli’s hands – a glare both cold and burning hot, the same look he’d give you with a hydro blade a hair’s breadth from your throat at the end of an intense spar. Somehow you felt even more defeated now.

“I can’t,” you whined breathlessly, tucking your face into Zhongli’s neck. “Please, uugh, please, I can’t!”

Your legs trembled as Childe’s tongue withdrew. His fingers stayed inside. “Hey. Do you actually want me to stop, girlie?”

You tried to slow your breathing and will your muscles to relax. Zhongli pressed soft kisses against your hair, tracing soothing patterns on your thighs. Eventually you nodded “no,” nuzzling further into Zhongli. Childe’s free hand hooked around your jaw, turning and holding you eye-to-eye with him.

“You have to use your words,” he insisted.

“No,” you swallowed. “Please don’t stop, Childe.”

“That’s my good girl!” he cooed, pinching your cheek. He swooped in to give you a peck on the lips, laughing when you flinched a little. “What, clean enough for me but too dirty for you?” Your deep blush make him laugh even more. “Don’t worry. Your ass is just as cute and sweet as every other part of you. I could spend all night tasting you, but you know how our dear Mr. Zhongli gets when he has to wait too long.”

Zhongli chuckled at that, but you did know what he meant.

Childe released your cheek and leaned his forehead against yours, staring down the length of your bodies as he slicked up his cock. The fingers inside you moved back and forth in time with his fist. “Tell me when you’re ready for it, girlie,” he whispered.

“R-ready,” you whispered back.

“Now beg,” he hissed.

You rolled your eyes but complied. “Please fuck me, Childe.”

“Fuck you where?” he smirked.

“M-my ass,” you gasped as he spread his fingers inside you. “Please, Childe, I want you to fuck my ass!” Your legs were spread a little wider, Zhongli’s fingers digging into your skin slightly as he cleared his throat.

“My pleasure.” Childe’s eyes were back on your face as he steadily pushed his way into your barely touched hole. One of his hands palmed the flesh of your ass, brushing unsubtly against Zhongli’s erection, while the other rubbed slow circles on your throbbing clit.

Your eyes watered at the stretch, mouth opening in a silent moan. Childe was easier to take than Zhongli, but he was not exactly small, especially in a place which until tonight hadn’t experienced so much as a single finger. When his hips finally pressed against yours, he felt so much bigger, so much deeper inside you than he ever had before.

“Beautiful,” Zhongli murmured, kissing your temple. “Very, very good girl, taking Childe all the way inside.”

“Of course she could do it,” Childe grinned, pressing his lips to the other side of your forehead. “She loves cock, after all.”

“As if you don’t,” you scoffed (or, more like panted), lightly smacking his chest.

“I didn’t say that,” he laughed. “We’re a very good match.”

You whimpered at the odd, but not exactly unpleasant, sensation as Childe slowly began canting his hips back and forth.

“This slutty little hole was definitely made for me – for us,” he amended. “Or maybe,” he paused to pinch your clit, “maybe you were just meant to be an anal whore.”

“Childe,” Zhongli admonished.

“That’s mean,” you frowned up at him, tears of pleasure-pain sparkling prettily along your eyelashes.

“Why? It’s not a bad thing,” he replied, kissing your eyelids and then your lips. “It’s cute how responsive you are, how eager your body is for cock, no matter where it goes. There’s no use denying it,” he smirked. “I can feel how wet you are, even wetter than the first time we took you to bed. All from a nice, thick cock in your ass.”

“No,” you protested. There were so many other reasons this felt good, you wanted to say. Childe was playing with your clit just right, Zhongli was kissing your neck and murmuring sweet things in his beautiful, resonant voice. But you couldn’t explain any of that with the increasing pressure of Childe’s thrusts driving the breath from your lungs.

“No?” Childe teased. “Perhaps your pussy’s crying from loneliness then. She’s not used to being ignored for a whole night.”

“Is your pussy feeling lonely, dearest?” Zhongli asked. “If I let go of your legs to take care of it for you, will you still be a good girl for Childe?”

“Mmmhm, yes, I’ll be good I promise!” you gasped, knowing what it meant to say that to him. “Please touch me more, Zhongli!”

Zhongli released your thighs, leaving an opening for Childe to grab both of your hips. Even if you wanted to break your promise, it would be hard to do with him angling your hips to go as deep as possible inside you and pulling you into each relentless thrust.

Meanwhile, Zhongli was massaging your breasts in turn and had taken Childe’s place in strumming your clit, opting for feather-light touches that had you desperate for more stimulation. With no further preamble, he slipped two fingers into your fluttering pussy, crooking one upward to drag against your G-spot and pressing the other back against Childe’s cock, separated by the thin barrier of your insides.

You howled as you came hard, soaking Zhongli’s hand and Childe’s lower stomach. The feeling was too much – too full – but at the same time you never wanted it to end, instinctually clamping down to keep both lovers deep inside.

Childe swore, choking out your and Zhongli’s names, but he didn’t come and didn’t stop pounding away at you. Zhongli didn’t stop either, keeping up his insistent pressure on your most sensitive places and adding a third finger for good measure. His other hand trailed from your breasts up the length of your sternum, settling at the base of your throat. Using it to tip your head back against his shoulder so he could see your face, resting it there – not squeezing, but unmistakably commanding you not to move. He didn’t flinch at all when your fingernails dug into his other wrist, wanting both to push his hand away and pull it closer.

“I’ll come again,” you whispered, a little desperate, almost afraid.

“Good.” His smile was warm and gentle as always, but his eyes glinted hard like chips of cor lapis. “And this time, so will Childe.” He kissed your forehead before turning his gaze on the other man. “He’s going to fill you up nicely, and you’ll take every drop. We need you good and slick if I’m ever going to fit inside you. Isn’t that right, my darling?”

“Fuck yes,” Childe hissed. “Ready or not, you’re going to take it all.” He kissed you, and then Zhongli. You almost felt jealous, watching helplessly from Zhongli’s shoulder as they touched foreheads so tenderly. But that was too greedy, when they were both making you feel so good.

Childe’s hips jerked three, four times before he was groaning into Zhongli’s mouth and spilling himself inside you. “Coming, I’m coming!” you wailed. Zhongli hummed in approval, pressing his thumb against the point of your adam’s apple.

It took a few moments for you and Childe to calm down, but before long Zhongli’s arms were wrapped around your waist while Childe clung to your shoulders, pressing you comfortingly between him and Zhongli. His weight felt so nice as he trailed kisses up and down your neck, practically purring at the way your fingers combed through his unruly auburn hair. Eventually he pulled away with a sparkling grin and a “thanks, girlie,” before climbing off the bed to clean himself up. Zhongli settled you carefully on the mattress and lay down beside you, tracing warm, gentle hands all over your body.

“You did so well for us, dearest. Always such a good girl,” he smiled.

“Mmhm,” you agreed with a playful twist of your lips. “And now I’m ready to be a good girl especially for you.”

“Are you really? I wonder…” he trailed off, hand coming to rest on your thigh.

“I am,” you insisted. “I want you, please.”

Satisfied, Zhongli turned you onto your stomach, settling between your parted legs. He took a few seconds to admire the little bruises beginning to dot your hips and thighs – some from him and some from Childe – before grasping a cheek in each hand and spreading you open for inspection. Both of your holes were slightly gaped and swollen; he watched hungrily as a trickle of Childe’s come dripped from your ass down to your pussy.

“Very cute and sweet indeed,” he rumbled.

“Don’t tease me,” you pleaded, burying your blushing face in a pillow.

“Of course not.” He gathered the droplets of Childe’s leavings with the tip of his cock and slowly began pushing inside.

A little shriek left your lips, muffled by the pillow and not quite loud enough to drown out the embarrassing squelch of Zhongli’s cock on Childe’s cum. If Childe had felt big, this was almost unbearable. Even in your pussy Zhongli was sometimes too much. It hurt, but you didn’t want him to stop, and you told him so.

When he was – somehow, mercifully – all the way inside, you could feel him in your throat. His hands rested on either side of your head, keeping his full weight off your back and held rigid with the effort of staying still.

“Amazing, isn’t she?” Childe chirped, kissing Zhongli’s shoulder before flopping down next to you. “So soft, yet so tight.”

“Yes, she does feel…incredible,” Zhongli agreed, rumbling low in his chest.

“Well, even the eloquent Mr. Zhongli is almost speechless!” Childe gingerly pried one of your hands from the bedsheets, interlacing your fingers. “What about you, girlie? How does Zhongli feel?”

“I-I…don’t know,” you quavered. “Ugh, Zhongli! Ch-childe!”

“Hmm, it’s okay. You’ll get used to it eventually.” Childe squeezed your hand reassuringly as Zhongli tentatively rolled his hips. “Won’t you, our cute little anal whore?”

#genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #zhongli x childe x reader #ao3 crosspost #my writing tag

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coco-goat-milk · 3 years

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That was amazing :0 I'm requesting out of curiosity? Perhaps, Scaramouche, Xiao And Diluc with a Nezuko kamado!S/o?

Nezuko! reader x Scaramouche, Xiao and Diluc

Pronounce: She/him/they, no pronounce mentioned so i won't either!

Warning: Slight spoilers for Nezuko, Xiao and Diluc, violence (a little bit noting concerning)

A/n: Moshi moshi~ sweetie, thank you so much for the compliment! it means a lot to me <3 And yes a very interesting request, the touch-starved tsunderes. Kinda sad not many people ask for the genshin females >:(

Please check my rules!! You can find the rules/request page in my masterlist that is pinned on my blog >:)

Scaramouche

First time meeting:

Meeting him well was quite..eventful...the fandango man isn't very nice as we all know but what made him not yell at you? Maybe your calming presence? We don't know.

As you were just calmly sleeping near the training area for the harbingers, he stomped over to you.

He woke you up and got ready to yell at you, but you just calmly patted his head with a smile.

Scaramouche.exe. has stopped working

He exploded in red and then yelled at you to stop doing that, but you just kept coming back to him to do that.

He liked it.

When you two get together:

Ah yes, our aggressive fandango man has acquired an s/o.

Everyone questioned why such a sweet and cute person like you got together with you. Because he is hot asf.

You usually initiate affection, and he aggressively accepts it with a red face.

Since he has a busy job he doesn't really have time to go on dates but when he has breaks or time to spend with you he brings little gifts.

He does think you are lazy and usually reprimands you for that, you just growl at him and go back to sleep.

He is very bad at comforting you when you tell him about the people you lost, but at least he will try and be more gentle with you.

His anger slightly dims when you enter the room;

Scaramouche glared at the fatui agent in front of him, anger swirling in his eyes, the fatui agent trembled under the small man's gaze. Opening his mouth to yell at the poor guy, the door to the room opened and a person entered. The anger in Scaramouche’s eyes decreased and a smile appeared, the fatui agent fainted on the spot out of fear.

When he finds out that you are protective over him he will be very smug about it.

The little brat will tease you about it.

But he will be even more smug (and a little scared) when he sees you fighting someone for him.

will boast about you and how you are defending him.

Will bark at people who even look at you wrong /srs

He does have a soft spot for you, but he acts all tsundere.

A cute relationship and he secretly is a big simp for you (but don't tell him I said that) and he tries his best to be less aggressive to you, you don't mind though you give him affection and then go to sleep lmao.

Xiao

First time meeting:

He was sitting on top of Wangshu inn when he heard someone approaching him. He wanted to teleport away but the person's scent was what he found quite different from other Mortals.

When you came into view he was kind of shook like who are you, and what are you doing here??

You just calmly walked towards him, and he really just tensed up like a cat.

When you were in front of him, he knew you were very cute but ma’am, sir, person what are you doing?

He was even more surprised when you cupped his cheeks (the ones on ur face perv!) and just gently smiled at him.

That moment he felt as if all the voices were just in the back of his mind and the pain in his body subdued, he declared you an angel on the spot.

Ngl he was about to cry on the spot

You often came back and he just basked in your comfort each time.

When you two get together:

It would be quite difficult since he is after all the conquer of demons.

Yes he has conquered your demon heart...okay i'll stop

He is quite surprised when he finds out about what you are, but..you seem quite laid back so he lets it be.

You both have lost many things and loved ones, although you take more care of him, comforting when needed and such.

He feels angry that you put him above you, like stop what are you doing?? He doesn't want you to see him as weak and wants you to take care of him.

But it doesn't matter because you want him to be happy and feel good.

PDA isn't something Xiao is very fond of but he does like it when you two are alone and you just hold his hand with the sweetest smile, he is stunned each time with your kindness.

You two don't go on dates often but you two just sit together or hug, you also love to make flower crowns and give them to him.

He doesn't like it but for you..yes only for you he will put it on.

You also like to take naps next with him, he doesn't actually sleep he just watches you with the fondest look in his eyes.

He also gives you adepti amulets.

You are very protective over him, when in battle you will protect him, (even though he doesn't need it)

Like he will be shocked, his heart just stopped, his organs failed him, his eyes popped out of his socket, jaw flew to the floor, brain dead on the spot, bones turned to mush-. All in all he is shocked when you basically socked the demon out of existence, and you looked very...um...scary.

You growled and when you turn to him, he thinks for a hot second if you are going to obliterate him from existence as well, but then your eyes meet and he can see how your whole expression changed from an angry one into a happy one.

Y/n: 😡 👹 🤼‍♂️ 🔪 --sees Xiao---> 🤗 🥺 🧎‍♂️ 💍 💓

Xiao: 🧍 The demon: 💀

He is very shocked at your display of strength, but nevertheless pleased that you know how to protect yourself.

The relationship is quite cute and heartwarming since our poor touch-starved bby Xiao needs love and affection<3

Diluc

First time meeting:

It was at night when he was doing his Batman dark knight hero business when he saw a person being ambushed by some hillichurls.

Heading over there to vanquish the hillichurls, the person turned around angrily and with brute strength alone slayed the hillichurl.

To say he was shocked was an understatement, he stands there looking at them shocked when they turn to him.

He cocks his head to the side with the person mimicking him, asking if they were alright.

The person walked towards them and he noticeably tensed up, you however walked towards him and when you stopped in front of him he looked at you in confusion and suspicion.

Taking his hand in yours you gently caressed it, he found this weird comfort in you while you were a complete stranger.

When you two get together:

A lot of heartwarming and comforting moments.

You both have lost a lot of people you loved. While he isn't the best at comforting but his presence is very comforting to you.

While you give him a lot of comfort with your affection, he is a touch starved individual so be careful with him.

He is quite an uptight person while you are the opposite, sometimes it irritates him that you are so lazy/laid back but it also gives him some sort of relaxation.

When he goes to work at the winery you usually take a nap at one of the tables in the back or you just wander over towards the bar and lay there underneath.

He once almost accidentally stepped on you.

He loves it when he comes home and can cuddle up with you and just relax.

Loves taking you on walks when he is free.

You will growl at Kaeya each time he teases Diluc, Diluc has a very smug smirk plastered on his face.

He likes to bring little gifts from time to time.

One time he brought you a bouquet of flowers and you didn't know what to do so just ate them.

He really went 😀

He doesn't really like PDA but does like it behind closed doors.

He already knows of your strength but it still impresses him each time.

You let him rant to you about the knights.

You growl at Donna each time she ‘moans’ about Master Diluc.

He doesn't like it when you dont take care of yourself, he will take care of you <3

Overall a cute and heartwarming relationship with lots of cute moments.

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murswrites · 3 years

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Never Deal With Demons ⎯ Bonnie Gold One-Shot

Pairings: Demon!Evil!Bonnie Gold x Reader Fandom: Peaky Blinders MASTERLIST Word Count: ~ 2,600 Warnings: Cursing, violence, manipulation, poor take on demons and the like, mentions of blood, pain, abuse/etc, typical Peaky bullshit too SUMMARY: You only ever wanted happiness but now you’re trapped for life. This is my submission for @retromafia‘s Supernatural Celebration!!

25. “You came to me, begging me for a contract!”

26. “You mean those weak, mortal friends? Why would you want to be with them when you can be with me?”

37. “Humans age and rot so easily, but don’t worry. With me, you’ll be perfect forever.”

3. “Do you like my horns?”

A/N The piece is merely inspired by the prompts above, some may be used. Others not. The underlined prompts are used word for word :)

You knew the rules and yet, you couldn’t help but bend them… okay that’s being nice, you fucking shattered them.

“If you do this you and I will be bonded for life.” His voice had been smooth, eyes gleaming red under the lamp as he smirked knowingly.

How could you decline his offer, eternal life… with him. It sounded too good to be true and yet… you felt your heart jump with excitement at the thought. He was stupidly beautiful, eyes dark and a bit deranged, hair curled at his ears, and god… his smile felt like a knife to the back.

Everyone—everyone knew not to go to him. He was crazy, insane, mental, mad, blah blah blah that didn’t matter anymore. How could he be seen as those things when in reality, he was so so sweet.

When you looked at him there was no evil, no ill intent—just him. Even if he had (apparently) done some horrifying shit, there was some sick part of you that liked that. You liked all of him. Despite his flaws, despite the agreement, you liked him.

That is until he started being a controlling asshole.

—

You went to him that first time in a moment of weakness, you were tired and beat down by life, needing relief. Demons were never someone a person just went to. The church preached that if you were ill enough to seek out demons then you were just as evil.

That part didn’t really bother you. But whenever you’d see the signs casting all non-humans as the enemy, it irked you. It was a new kind of prejudice and they couldn’t even see that. You weren’t raised by bad people, you could care less if someone were a vampire or werewolf, you’d met plenty of those growing up.

But demons on the other hand were much rarer. Not many stayed on Earth anymore, it was more dangerous than their home down under. There had always been the same one in your town, he’d been there for hundreds of years apparently.

Everyone knew the stories of how he’d lure in young people and eat them alive. That seemed like a lie but you were still wary. Despite not having ever met him, you’d seen him around. Just glimpses of pale skin and dark eyes.

He didn’t spend much time out of his estate (how it was acquired was unknown to you). It was a large looming house at the edge of town surrounded by miles of woods. Just the driveway alone was almost two miles.

That gave you a lot of time to think on the way there. You were encouraged not to go to him by your friends. “Go see the Jesus family instead, vampires are safer.” One said, another berated you altogether. Telling you how dumb the idea was in the first place.

“You’ve heard the stories of lost lives to that… fucking thing.”

Part of you wanted to listen but curiosity didn’t kill the cat on its own.

—

You remember the night you walked inside that old house, felt the power radiating off the walls. Your fingers skimmed along the wall as you stepped further inside. The furnishings were extravagant. There was no sound save for the occasional creak in the floor.

Something about the air felt so comfortable. You weren’t alone for long, he appeared in a shadow, teeth gleaming.

“Hello, you.” He’d been the first one to speak, you stared in awe.

You knew his name, you thought it was beautiful… fitting enough for a beautiful man.

When he finally showed himself your heart jumped out of your chest. How could evil personified be so… painfully gorgeous. He wasn’t even extraordinary to look at, but he was so pretty it hurt. Sprouting from beneath the darkness of his curled hair were short black horns. They gleaned in the candlelight as he stepped out from the shadow.

“I knew you’d come one day, welcome.” Even the way he moved enchanted you. “Make yourself at home, I’m sure you’ve come for a reason.” He crossed the room and sat on the couch that was placed in front of an unlit fireplace.

You were frozen in place, a statue. “Are you cold?” He leaned on the arm, looking at you over the back of the couch as he raised his hand. Your eyes widened as flames appeared above the logs. “Do you like my horns?” He wrapped a finger around one like it was a piece of hair.

The question caught you off guard, did you like them? You wondered the same yourself. Finding your voice proved to be more of an issue than answering. “Uh– yea, I… I suppose? I didn’t know you had horns.”

There it was, you saw how his eyes lit up.

“Come sit,” Your body moved before you comprehended the offer. “Why are you here?” The eye contact was too much, you had to look away. How could someone’s eyes be red and brown? It didn’t make any sense.

“I’m not too sure why.”

He laughed, “Yes you are,” He was right.

You knew exactly why you came to him. You were so incredibly bored with your life, it was the same cycle each day, there wasn’t an ounce of change. It was killing you.

That made your face grow hot, how he knew didn’t matter. It was the admission that embarrassed you more. “Yea.” You stared at the fire, “Is it true you kill people?”

He nodded, “I’ve killed lots of things.”

“Why?”

“It’s my nature and nature. Cycle of life and the like.” He was so casual, it unnerved you but it was hard to look away. “Or sometimes just because I could.” He shrugged.

“What happens if I say your name?” You wondered aloud, having heard plenty of stories about how a name holds power over demons. Something about some stupid balance.

A wicked smile grew on his face, “Oh, so you know about that, do you?” You nodded, “Sad that it’s just a rumor then.”

“What?” He nodded, “Damn, that seemed too good to be true I guess.” That made you painfully curious to say his name, you didn’t even know if it was his real name anyway. “So if I were to say it right now, nothing would happen?” You asked, a nod in response.

Your eyes met his as you muttered two words, “Bonnie Gold.”

That grin returned as he stared right back. “Sounds nice when you say it like that,” Bonnie looked away, “That’s not my real name, you know?”

“Really? What do you have, like, a demon name?” Your question wasn’t rhetorical, it was just a joke but Bonnie answered with a nod. “Huh.”

—

“Did you know that demons were sent to Earth in an experiment?” Bonnie asked, you shook your head. “To see how we’d get along with humans, I was one of the first sent down– well up.” He chuckled at the thought.

“What was that like?”

Bonnie’s eyes darkened, “Lonely.”

You knew you shouldn’t feel sympathy for him but it was hard not to. “I can’t imagine.” You spoke quietly, he was so close, so near it was overwhelming.

“Yes you can, I can see it in your eyes.” Bonnie put a hand on your cheek, it was cold but you didn’t mind.

How he’d seen through your facade of contentment was beyond you. What frightened you more was how soft his voice sounded when he said it.

“You could no longer be lonely with me. We could be lonely together, my love.”

Those words were so beautifully wrapped, covering the lies you’d soon uncover. Maybe it was naive to believe a demon of all things but at the time, it didn’t matter. He had consumed your hopelessness and turned it into happiness.

“With me, you’ll be perfect forever.” He ran a stray finger down your face, watching you closely as he did so. “Why grow old when you can always be young?”

“I’m not sure forever would be enough,” It sounded cheesy in your head and so much worse out loud.

But Bonnie seemed to like that sentiment. “Just ask and it’s done, love.”

Your eyebrows knitted together, “Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

And so… you asked. You said the words he had been drawing out of you for weeks. You’d spent so much time with him in secret for fear of what your friends and family would say. Bonnie was much different around you, he was sweet and attentive. He would indulge your stupid questions and answer with real sincerity.

It was nice to be listened to.

Though sometimes… he’d sort of, slip up. You’d see flashes of the demon from the rumors. It didn’t really surprise you, just made you wary.

“Can you make me everlasting?”

The question was simple enough, just five words and your fate was bonded with his. Unbeknownst to you, he had played you like a fiddle. All of the sweet smiles and laughter… it was fake. It was all a lie.

You saw his true colors that night you begged him to change you. Into what, you weren’t too sure, but it didn’t matter if it meant you’d be together forever. He explained it in half truths, always turning to distract you from asking too many questions.

And god it felt so stupid to have fallen for his obvious manipulation.

—

It wasn’t like you changed your mind right after he did it. No, you didn’t realize how he was slowly stifling you until years later. You too, became a part of the rumors about him. “He and his pet”, they’d say. You didn’t care about what they said until you realized how true that was.

You weren’t his equal, you were in the most technical sense; him. Bonnie made you from his own essence in turn making you into a half-demon. Your appearance remained the same save for that same red glint in your eyes and horns that mirrored Bonnie’s.

Bonnie was still sweet–for the most part. He had a temper and didn’t know how to manage his emotions, living with him soon became exhausting. Even with all of the perks of it, you began to notice how you longed for regular life again.

You missed your friends, Bonnie’s weren’t the best people. They all had what he did, a human turned demon companion… according to them, Bonnie was the last to “obtain” a human friend. That part irked you. But you saw how happy the others seemed, they genuinely loved their partner.

At one point, you loved him too but… it became too much. The changes inside your body made your emotions amplified and dizzying. It took ages to get used to it.

—

A decade later, you were as young as you were when you met Bonnie but your friends were not. You weren’t allowed to see them. You doubted they’d even want to see you after what you did. But you couldn’t help but watch over them from the shadows, some got married and had children, others moved out of the country. You found yourself becoming jealous of their mundane lives.

All they had to worry about was stupid inconsequential things like taxes or if they bought enough fruit to last them a week. If only someone had warned you. The irony of it all was that now that you had your taste of the supernatural, you wanted nothing more than to give it all back.

Bonnie told you it was irreversible, undoable, impossible to revert you back to being human without the time your body resisted crushing you. But at that point, you were too tired of it to not beg for him to do something.

—

“Am I not enough for you? I surely was when you begged me to turn you into one of us.” He spoke with venom, eyebrows pushed together in anger.

“I didn’t beg you to turn me! You bullied me into it! I just wanted to get to know you,”

Bonnie grabbed your wrists and pulled you close, “I did nothing of the sort, I just pushed you into the right direction.”

“Same difference, Bonnie.”

He scowled, “You came to me, begging me for a contract!” He suddenly pushed you away.

Your eyes grew wide, “No I didn’t! Stop lying! I am so sick of your lies!”

“What do you expect from a demon, child?” Bonnie sneered. He didn’t look like himself anymore, his face contorting at such a speed you could barely comprehend it.

“I know there’s a way to undo it, just please. Let me go, you can find another person who you will treat better I’m sure of it. I’m not right for you.”

Consoling him didn’t help anymore than screaming. If anything, it made him so much more angry.

His expression changed suddenly, “Please don’t leave me, I have no one. You know this.”

“You have hundreds if not thousands of friends.”

You saw a sliver of the sweet persona he put on when you met. His eyes softened and he looked heartbroken that you’d even ask to get away.

“You are all I have.” Bonnie’s eyes stayed on yours, it was impossible to look away, “Why do you think I jumped on the opportunity to make you like me? You’re perfect in every way, perfect for me.” His gaze was so heavy, you felt like you were being compressed into a small room.

He got a hold of your face, “If I’d known you were unhappy, I’d have done this long ago.” You didn’t understand as he tightened his grip on you, it hurt so bad. “You are not going anywhere.”

Something inside you changed, he was beautiful again. An angel… you wanted to laugh at the thought but he held you in place. Bonnie smiled and looked at your face, watching you carefully. “You will stay with me.”

Flashes of his anger and manipulations showcased in your brain. You set your jaw, trying your hardest to fight against his compulsion. It was how he’d gotten you so easy but you couldn’t leave. You physically couldn’t, even if you despised the man in front of you, your body had more power over your mind.

His eyes hardened into the blackest of blacks, dried blood. It was painfully ironic how things played out. “You want to stay with me.” Bonnie’s grip on the back of your neck was bruising as you felt sweat begin to trail down your forehead.

You felt like you were being choked but your throat was untouched. It was like all air had been sucked out of the room and your lungs. Painful gasping sounds were all you could respond with. Your eyes bulged out of your head as his words changed the very framework inside your brain.

It was like someone had taken a melon baller to all the hatred and contempt you held against Bonnie Gold and began scooping it out. The pain was like nothing else, burning and hot but you were ice cold. It was (ironically) hell.

Bonnie only watched with a sick fascination as a curious smile grew on his face as you calmed down.

“How’d we get here, Bonnie?” You wondered, confused as to what happened, “My head feels horrible, god.”

He offered that same sweet smile of his, “You hit your head, dove. That’s all.”

“I thought demons couldn't get hurt.”

A laugh, “Yea, but you aren’t a full demon.” He held your cheek sweetly and you couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. “Not yet at least.”

#murswrites #retromafia #bonnie gold #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #bonnie gold imagine #bonnie gold x reader #peaky blinders au

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multiples-fandomswontkillme · 3 years

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~Metal Family headcanons~

These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf

Glam

Bisexual

Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.

He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.

Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.

Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.

He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.

This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.

This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.

Vicky

Also bisexual!

Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)

She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?

She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.

She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.

Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.

Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.

Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.

Rest of the family under the cut!

Heavy

Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.

Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.

I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.

Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.

He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!

Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.

Dee

I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.

Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.

Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.

The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.

Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.

He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.

Ches

Pansexual.

He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?

Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?

Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.

More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.

Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.

Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.

Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.

That would be all!

#metal family #glam metal family #ches metal family #victoria metal family #chess metal family #dee metal family #heavy metal family #metal family glam #metal family victoria #metal family dee #metalfamily #metal family heavy

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wtfevenismypage · 4 years

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Curiosity Killed The Cat

request: request. i’m not sure if you’re comfortable with writing it but it’s worth a try the team is always teasing spencer saying “he’s definitely a virgin” and he’s like “wtf no i’m not” one day they’re like ok well then y/n can see for herself, y/n is like “😳i didn’t sign up for this” and long story short they come back to the bau and the team is like “ ok soooo?” and y/n is like zoning out mumbling “you were wrong”

Warnings: SMUT (Penetration, oral (female recieving), spanking, over-stimulation, choking, degrading kink)

A/N: YO SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, I am going to start publishing fics again, but updates will be very very slow. They’ll increase eventually, but for now, they are slow. Love you all!

The night began at work. A late night with the team at the office, stacks of files mounted on all of your desks and you’re all gathered around to keep each other awake.

“Ugh. This is too much work. Seriously. Can’t killers ever take a break?”

You whine, spinning in the swivel chair and holding a file in the air. Morgan chuckles, staring at his own file before speaking.

“I need a drink after this.”

“You and me both Morgs.”

“I told you to stop calling me that Girly.”

You chuckle, stopping your spinning and standing up to stretch. It feels nearly impossible to stay awake. Not necessarily because you’re tired, but you’ve been staring at similar files all day and it’s getting boring and tiring.

“I’ll do refills on coffee. Gimme your mugs.”

You say, letting them pile different sizes of cups and mugs in your arms. You saunter over to the coffee machine and set them on the counter.

You set the pot for a lot of coffee and quickly dash to Hotch’s office, where him and Rossi are.

“Yo, I’m making coffee, y’all need refills?”

They shake their heads and you shrug, returning to the coffee machine and pouring the coffee in the mugs before adding cream and sugar.

“How much sugar tonight Reid?”

You ask, turning to the tall doctor with a smirk. Luckily, you and your team are the only people left in the bullpen so you can be as loud as you want.

“A lot.”

You snort, grabbing the box of sugar and piling it in, almost emptying it before putting it on the shelf and making a few trips to distribute the coffee.

“Here you are Spencer, sugar with some coffee on the side.”

You chuckle, sitting in your chair again and picking a new file up, only to find that this was the last file.

“Oh. Anyone else wanna give me files? I’m on my last one.”

Morgan and Emily immediately run up to you with files, dropping them on your desk and thanking you. It made you laugh, watching smiles grown on their faces.

“Okay team. We’re almost finished. Just a little bit more now.”

(SEXUAL THEMES BEYOND THIS POINT)

A few hours later you, Spencer, Rossi, and Hotch are finished with your stacks, waiting for the other three with Penelope, discussing bars to go to.

“Oooo there’s a new one downtown, we should go there.”

“Can you guys hold back your alcohol talk until tonight please? I just wanna get out of here fast and maybe get lucky tonight.”

Emily pleads, making you and the other women go “oooo” while the men groan.

“Oh boy you are right Em. I haven’t gotten laid in so long. Too long.”

You say, leaning back in your chair and looking at a flabbergasted Penelope.

“How long?”

She asks, staring at you in disbelief. You were a very beautiful woman (Don’t you fucking dare say otherwise) so people often assumed you had sex often. You weren’t private about it either. So what if people judged you? Sex is natural and anyone who says otherwise is selling something.

“Since my first time in middle school. I had a delusion that sex was gonna be this amazing thing and then it was actually terrible. I gave up all hope and never slept with anyone ever again. So you know, it is what it is.”

Everyone looked at you in shock, confused as to how you went your whole life without sex.

“Wait really?”

Morgan questions, his attention dropping from the files to you in an instant. Spencer simply stared at you in disbelief, his expression suddenly making you nervous.

“Y-yeah. I haven't had sex since middle school. It isn’t a big deal.”

You defend, but Penelope wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Oh honey I’m definitely finding you someone to take home.”

“Hey, at least you had your first time, unlike pretty boy over here.”

Morgan teases, messing with Spencer’s hair. Spencer was often teased for being a virgin, but none of you knew what to believe. He said he wasn’t, but refused to tell even Morgan about any of his times.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys, I’m not a virgin!”

“Then tell us about one time.”

Morgan says, a wide smirk on his face at the disheveled state of the genius doctor. Poor Reid just wanted to be left alone but Morgan will not let this go.

“Morgan. Not all of us are public about our sex lives like you bud. Sometimes I wish you were as secretive as Reid. None of us want to hear about how you “got it on”.”

Morgan grimaces, and Spencer looks to you thankfully.

“C’mon Y/N, you aren’t even a little curious?”

Emily asks from her desk, finally finishing up the last file with JJ. You shrug, playing with your hair briefly.

“Of course I’m super curious, but, unlike you lust goblins, I stand with Hotch and Rossi and don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”

Various groans come from the team as you fist-bump Hotch and Rossi, laughing at their defeat.

When Morgan finally finishes, you all head to the new bar downtown, smiling at the flashing lights of the dance floor and immediately going to a small table with the rest of the team.

“Oh hells yes! This place is already fun!”

Penelope squeals, waving a worker over to get food. Morgan sits next to you, Emily on your other side and Spencer is next to Morgan and Hotch.

“Alright my baby’s we are partying until Y/N gets lucky!”

You chuckle at Penelope’s words, raising a glass of water to your lips and taking a big swig of it before looking around. The people in there were definitely attractive, but your mind never swayed from a certain genius.

You meant it when you said you were curious, your mind had always wandered to certain images when you went to sleep, constantly imagining what he would be like.

You’re mind was so easily destroyed by him. All of your thoughts contorted by him. To the point where you can’t imagine sleeping with any of these other people, but you’re scared to ruin your friendship with him by trying to sleep with him.

“Ah guys. I’m fine. I don’t want to sleep with someone I don’t know.”

Morgan groans, nudging your side and making you laugh.

A few hours later, Spencer has abandoned ship and went to the bathroom, leaving you alone with the rest of the team as you eat some wings.

“Oh my god I know how to figure out if Reid’s a virgin or not!”

Penelope shouts, you look at her excited face, just smirking as she squeals.

“And what is your plan?”

“One of us hooks up with him!”

You all choke on your food and drinks, staring at her in shock.

“I’m sorry what? Did you just say-”

“Actually that’s not a bad idea.”

Hotch cuts you off. You turn to his smirking face in shock. Never in a million years would you have thought that Aaron Hotchner thought one of you sleeping with Reid is a good idea.

“Hotch! Wouldn’t that like, mess with work or something?”

He shrugs, turning to you and smirking.

“What can I say? I’m curious too.”

You sigh, chuckling a bit and shaking your head.

“I say Y/N does it.”

“What?”

“Yeah! Y/N is single and hasn’t gotten laid in a while, it’s perfect!”

“Guys no I-”

“Oh my god you’re right! Plus there’s plenty of sexual tension between the two of them.”

You sigh, knowing they won’t let up until this happens. When the team wants something, they make it happen.

“Okay guys, I didn’t sign up for this, I’m not your test dummy.”

You say, putting your wings down on the plate in front of you and looking around at them all.

“Please girly? Pretty please?”

Morgan begs, clutching your hand tightly and shaking it up and down like a child who wants a toy.

“Y/N, I will make sure you get a raise in your paycheck.”

You stop and think about it for a second.

It could ruin your relationship with him forever, then again, he’s the type to forgive and forget when it comes to his friends.

And if it did work out, then things could be awkward between the two of you for a long time, or worse, he’d regret it. And like all the things he regrets, he’d ignore you until you disappeared.

And the worst you can think of, you take his virginity. Not someone he loves, not his girlfriend or wife, you. His bestfriend and co-worker.

But still, just that small percentage that everything might go completely right and you might even get a second time with him makes it feels like it might be worth it.

“Okay fine. But I don’t want a raise. If I’m doing this it’s because I want to.”

They all cheer and you just smile, taking a swig of beer before motioning for Morgan to switch seats with you so that when Spencer comes back he’ll be next to you.

Within a few minutes Spencer returns and you feel a heat travel up your neck as you look at him. He turned to you and smiled, sending shivers up your spine as you smiled back.

“Why’d you switch places?”

He asks, you turn to Morgan for help, pleading him to come up with a fake story.

“Emily kept poking her so she told me to switch.”

He says, you practically glare daggers at him, but you go with it, turning back to Spencer and nodding with a smile.

“Yep, so now, you are stuck with me.”

You joke, trying to ease the dusty pink on your cheeks, and nudge him gently in the arm.

In a few minutes you muster up the courage to let your hand travel off of the counter and onto Spencer’s thigh, feeling your entire face go crimson at the feeling of the hard muscle.

He choked on his water briefly before looking at you, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your red face. You were trying to hide any emotion you felt out of embarrassment.

He didn’t say anything though, you’re hand felt warm against the cool breeze of the bar, and he wasn’t opposed to your touch whatsoever.

Everyone continued talking and laughing as your hand inched upwards, and you could feel his body tense up every once in a while, and every time he did, you paused, giving him a moment to push your hand away or tell you to stop, but he didn’t. Not even when you began massaging and squeezing the muscle in your hands.

In fact, he at some point grabbed your hand and positioned it right above his own cock. You weren’t touching it yet, just hovering in slight fear.

He wants this.

You thought before slowly lowering your hand, your eyes widening at the feeling of his semi hard and fairly large cock. What the hell were you getting yourself into?

You glance at him quickly, only to find him staring straight back at you with lust lidded eyes. They were intimidating, almost scary. Usually you would have hated to be on the receiving end of this glare, but in this context, it made you feel like a match had been lit inside of you and you were just left there with a lit match inside of you.

The moment you squeezed your hands just slightly, he abruptly stood up, your hand falling from his crotch. Everyone looks at him in shock as he yanks you up.

“I need to talk to you.”

Is all he says before dragging you away. You only had a split second to turn and see the teams faces, but they were all pretty much the same.

A shit eating smile with wiggling eyebrows.

From the moment you were yanked into the private room with Spencer, you were super nervous. It had been years, you were inexperienced. What if he didn’t like it? What if he left because you were bad at it?

He seemed to notice your panicked state and sat you down on the bed, crouching in front of you and taking your hands in his.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this. As much as I would love to prove to you that I really am not a virgin, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. But if you say yes, I will pillage your body to the point that you can’t walk next week.”

Well shit, now you were fully convinced and super turned on. You had thought he was vanilla, or maybe even a bottom, but oh wow you were so wrong.

“Do it.”

Those were the only two words needed for Spencer Reid to pounce, and your plane of vision was knocked over, now laying on your back as he traps you under his body.

His lips are everywhere. They’re on yours at first, but they travel to your jaw, your neck, and his lengthy fingers work at the buttons on your dress shirt rapidly.

“Shit Spencer...”

You whine out as he works his hands across your body. They feel like fire against your skin. His lips are wet and messy, kissing and marking your neck for the world to see.

You grip his shirt, tugging at it and opening your mouth to speak, but a moan slips out instead. You shut your eyes in embarrassment as you feel his lips curl upwards on your collarbone, the suckling feeling feeling so warm and tingly.

“What is it baby? You want me to take my shirt off? huh?”

You nod eagerly, chest rising and falling quickly as he raises his body off of yours, and you open your heavy eyes to see him strip off his shirt. He isn’t muscly, but he’s perfect, he looks perfect.

“What do you want baby?”

You stumble over your words, your mind already fuzzy somehow by just his lips.

“You. I want you. Please Spencer I want you.”

You beg, your hands travelling up his torso and feeling his soft skin. He leans down again, towering over you and smashing his lips on your while his hands work on getting your pants off.

His lips were safe, careful. Not aggressive, and his tongue that tasted the inside of your mouth was warm and loving, savoring your taste as you whined into his.

He was smiling so widely against your skin, his pride booming at the way you reacted to his touch. He never once thought he could get you to react like this.

“You just wanted to see if I was a virgin huh? You curious?”

You nod and shake your head, confused on why you were doing this as well. You wanted this so much it almost hurt, you’ve wanted this since day one. You were also really curious as well though.

“You know what they say.”

He leans into your ear, kissing your neck and biting your ear.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

You felt his fingers rub at your clothed pussy, your black cloth panties preventing him from fucking you with his fingers. His fingers rub against your clit, the cotton creating friction on it as well.

“Please Spencer! Please please please!”

You beg, feeling his breath land on your cold skin in a way that felt so raw and rigid. He tugs at your panties, freeing your cunt as a finger rubs against your clit, the bundle of nerves jolting you up.

A loud moan escapes your lips as he continues circling your clit with his long fingers, His lips kissing your open ones.

Two fingers probe into you, scissoring themselves inside of you. You groan into his mouth as they curl upwards into your wet cunt.

“Shit!”

He moves his head between your thighs, licking a wet stripe up your clit, flicking it around as you moan at the sensitive feeling. It feels like electricity lighting up the sensitive nub.

A pressure builds between your legs, a spring coiling in your stomach as he suckles on your clit, fucking you fast with his fingers.

“Spencer! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it.”

It hits you like a fiery clap of thunder, the feeling so extreme and hot it almost makes you scream and you can only hope no one heard you over the music outside.

Your breathing is labored as your high dies down, but Spencer doesn’t let up, he flips you over onto your stomach, dragging you to your knees by your hips.

“Wha-”

You get cut off by your own moan of pain, the tip of his cock slowly being pressed into your tight and wet cunt.

“It’ll get better baby, I’ll go slow, I promise. Just tell me when you want me to go, and when you want me to stop. Okay?”

You nod against the pillow under your face, tears slipping out of the corners of your eyes. A hand lands on your ass, making you yelp at the rough feeling.

“Words baby.”

You moan, palming the sheets with your fists as he pulls out completely, leaving you to feel empty.

“Okay! Please Spencer! Please I need you!”

You could practically feel his pride rolling off of him as he pushes into your sex slowly, filling you up fully.

It’s a stinging feeling, as if you were being torn apart. But he waits, he let’s you adjust to his girthy size before moving. He really was gentle. You hadn’t expected him to be rough exactly, but he was shockingly gentle and patient.

Eventually, you got used to the feeling, it felt so satisfying as well. The feeling of being so full and warm was so pleasuring, it sent little jolts of pleasure up your spine and out your mouth, making Spencer smirk.

“You’re so tight for me. You so curious you let me fuck you huh? So eager?”

You nod, burying your face into the pillows. You want him to move, to fuck you until you break, but words won’t come out, so you move your hips forwards, letting part of him slip out of you before moving him back into your dripping cunt.

A loud groan escapes both of your lips at the feeling, his hand lands on your ass again, reddening it before taking the hint and thrusting into you carefully.

“Oh... Holy crap!”

You moan out as he continues to clench your hips, surely leaving bruises tomorrow. His thrusts remained slow and deep, but it felt just right. He let his hands wander, travelling up and down your body.

His fingers find your bra, unclipping it and letting it fall off. Your breasts move to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Faster... Please Spencer faster!”

“What’s that my little slut? You want more? You gonna be a greedy little slut?”

You could feel your cheeks become a dark crimson color, slightly embarrassed at the degrading language he was using, but you nod nonetheless, wanting him to pound into you shamelessly.

“Very well. What a dirty slut wants, she gets.”

His pace quickens suddenly, each thrust into you sharp and hitting into you just right. Loud moans escape both yours and Spencer’s lips, the room becoming sweaty and sticky quickly.

“This want you want you whore? You just want to be fucked like a cheap whore?”

Pointless babbles fall out of your mouth, quiet “Yes” and “I’m your cheap whore” being mumbled as he pounded into from behind.

A gasp escapes your lips as he lands another smack to your ass, leaving a burning sensation that felt so damn pleasurable after the initial sting.

A familiar pressure builds up between your thighs again, Your legs trembling under the Thunderous feeling of your orgasm washing over your entire body.

You had thought that two orgasms would have been enough for him, but he doesn’t let up, even flipping you back over and thrusting into you harder.

“S-Spencer!”

You gasp and squirm as his fingers find your sensitive and swollen clit, pinching and rubbing it with his thumb and index finger. It felt like a wave of nerves jolting every bone, your back arching off of the cushion underneath you.

He continues pounding into you mercilessly, admiring the way your tits bounce at his pace, the way you so desperately panted for mercy, but your body betrayed you.

If you really wanted him to get off of you, you would have made it much more clear, you would have been pushing him off more, but you were more just clutching him closer than anything, wriggling your body around.

You couldn’t form any words at this point, chasing after your third orgasm endlessly. You manage to spot the hand that isn’t abusing your clit snake its way up your body, playing and pinching your nipples briefly before wrapping itself around your neck.

Soft squeezes are delivered to your throat, making you whimper and whine, your own hands reaching his wrist for support, feeling up the vein-y muscles.

“Spencer! Spencer I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum!”

You whimper out, his hand tightens around your throat and his fingers rub your clit faster and harder, abusing the already raw nerves.

Everything felt so overwhelming. Your body was shaking aggressively each time he rubbed your swollen nub, and the feeling of him pounding into your wet cunt repeatedly slamming your sweet spot mercilessly and choking you out at the same time was so raw and powerful.

It felt unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. And with a broken moan, you came all over his cock, clenching around him and pushing him over the edge as well.

He came right inside of you, riding out his high while slowing the rubs delivered to your clit. Your insides were twitching like crazy around his sensitive cock, making him groan while watching your entire body shake.

Soon after you both came, he pulled out, letting his cum drip out of you and onto the bed, pulling your body to sit up.

“Well, did I pass your test?”

You lazily nod at his question. You panted heavily, trying to chase after your breath.

“Holy shit Spencer... That was... Wow.”

He chuckled, grabbing your clothes off of the floor and placing them next to you.

“Need help cleaning up?”

You shook your head, meeting his starstruck eyes for the first time since he choked you. They were so bright, so in awe.

“Alright, well I’m gonna head home so I don’t have to face the others. See you at work?”

“See ya.”

Twenty minutes later, Spencer had gone home and you had finished getting all of his cum out of you, and now you were fully dressed, making your way back to the others in a shell shocked state of mind.

Everyone else was trying their hardest not to laugh at the sight of your shaky legs when you stumbled into your chair, red hickies all over your neck. You sat with a blank stare in your eyes, chugging your water.

“So?”

Morgan asked, knowing the answer already but just wanting to hear it anyways.

“You were wrong.”

You managed to mumble out. Everyone broke out laughing, even Hotch and Rossi.

You continued to eat your wings, The memory of what just happened stuck on replay in your brain.

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