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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 5 days ago

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Do you think if Adam's aim was just a bit worse and he took off/vaporised Alastor's arm instead of gouging his torso that Alastor would still return to the hotel (assuming he even can choose not to?) and try to play it off as just a scratch?

Deer man jumps into the musical, it continues for half a second before screeching off key when everyone notices the MISSING ARM?!

Also the pervading sense of guilt because no one looked for him.

On the one hand, yes, he's that fucking dramatic.

I'm basing the assumption of potential cauterisation on the fact that the holy light is, well, light and it vaporised Pentious completely. On the other hand, he did bleed, but that could be superficial because the inner/deeper injury was where the heat sat. I need to know more about these grace weapons. We know archangels have weapons of holy fire, so it wouldn't surprise me if Adam's aped it somehow. They gave him a big compensator to shut the big baby up... So like, on the one hand, (hah) he could turn up and kind of obscure himself halfway in shadows, and its only when someone notices that the arm they reached out to grab wasn't really there that it really flags with them that wait, he's made a shadow arm...

Or he could just be using his tendrils like, too obviously and Husk is like 'Hold up, that's unusual for you...'

Or he can straight up just turn up, like you envision, and wave them all off like, 'give it a week and a hearty meal of sinner, and it should be fine...' even though he knows and they know that angelic steel injuries cannot be fixed like that.

>more importantly, he sends Niffty out to make absolutely sure his arm was vaporised, because he fears what Vox might do with it if he found it. Much less the MOTH. Certainly he wouldn't overtly blame Angel Dust if he was made, by his chains, to film a special... but they could never make eye contact again under the circumstances. And it would likely upset Charlotte.

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Lucifer was panicking.

He'd JUST managed to help Charlie, his baby girl, out of a pit of despair and now she was bordering hyperventilating and hysterical again. What was he supposed to do? How do you fix this when the panickee only had the one physical body you couldn't just detach from to panic on ethereal waves of light until emotion negated in ways humans wouldn't understand for aeons?

"Ey, paperbag. manifest. NOW. C'mon short king." Angel snaps pink fingers in front of the King's face, jerking him back into the moment and making the devil realise all his wings were fluffed up and out in distress.

"What? Oh, okay. Why?" He asks, the bag appearing as barely a flicker or reactive thought, and is snagged from the air by Angel. The starlet whirls about towards Charlie, who is sobbing, rocking and heaving air in like it was made of molasses.

"Okay, it's gonna feel like shit for a minute but I need you to breathe into this bag, in and out until you can slow yourself down... C'mon toots, I know you can do this. It's an old trick, but it helps." He coaxes, getting the Princess to curl her fingers around the entrance and align it correctly.

There's a disturbing moment where they were all collectively certain that the bag might just explode from the frantic nature of its use. Then, Charlotte started to calm down.

Lucifer felt his internal core start to settle. He's pretty sure its the archangel equivalent of a heart, but then humans had a lot of weird goopey stuff in there that didn't translate, so who knows?

His baby was okay, she was safe. This was just a little panic attack, all thanks to that Fucking Deer and his bullshit. His horns flare to life, tail lashing against the floor as red eyes turned to face the other clump of bodies in the room.

how dare he upset Char Char like this?

why hadn't the bastard just slunk away and died? Let her be sad for a day or two and then, finally, he could find her a more stable or less annoying Overlord of some kind. Carmilla? She was motherly ish. She had those... three? Two? Ish? girls?

Maybe Zestial if it was the old timey thing Charlotte was delighted by?

What about those media ones? This whole hotel nonsense was ridiculous and would break her heart, but it wouldn't hurt for her to be attached to a group of media-connected overlords. She's about the right age to start her own spy network... that's what Paimon said, and his children tended to have a pretty good grounding by their late 200s. If only Char Char didn't have his heart... she was too good for this place and these... sinners.

Desolate, disgusting and self-devouring things that just killed and broke and tore down and hurt for no other reason than it was better to hurt than be hurt instead. His expression fell into a scowl of furious distaste for the whole mess of them.

This was an abuse of the gift he suffered for...

They tore his wings off, they broke his halo and for THIS? These things that were once human?

And yet, Angel Dust was helping Charlotte settle with gentle actions and the authority of one who had self-soothed through worse.

And yet, Vaggie was holding Charlotte and whispering calming things with no thought but to calm her love.

And yet, the snake fellow had decided to risk everything for a chance to save everyone, today.

And yet, the winged cat bartender was herding the red fucker to a soft surface to deal with his injuries, whether the deer protested or not. Knowing he could be punished, and yet... no rebuke came.

And yet, the little maid was hovering quietly, holding tightly to the deer's coat and making sure he stayed... as much as she was ensuring she knew he was here... and the creature who seemed to revile touch did not brush her aside.

Was this what Charlie was seeing? These little acts of kindness and compassion and vulnerability amidst the muck and mire and murder and mayhem? Was this why she cared when he couldn't feel anything anymore?

She was so like him, that it almost burned to see her... to know that eventually, her heart would fracture, like his had. Like hr mother's had. That no good work remained. That eventually, despite their best attempts, even those they cared for and cherished would be torn from them, killed or fall to their own machinations.

One day all these sinners would be ash, and Charlotte may never rise above that loss. The ache never really faded, more akin to a bruise that when remembered one couldn't help but press on to check if it still hurt. To confirm the echoes of past pain.

"Dad please, calm down..." Charlie hiccuped, leaning heavily into the comfort offered by Vaggie and Angel, sniffling and scrubbing at her eyes. "I overreacted, it's not his fault... I just didn't realise... what I was asking. I mean, I did, but I thought..."

"That it would all be okay and that if we lost anyone it wouldn't be those close to you? Yeah... I think we all hoped for that. But, ain't the way things rolled out, was it?" Angel soothed, an edge there, like he was trying to be kind but felt frustrated by her continued naivety even after the battle. "People always die when the angels come, heh... I mean, this was just the first time you saw it up close'n'personal. First time their spears were aimed at you, right?"

"Back off, she's had enough!" Vaggie snapped, her eye glaring at the arachnid.

"But she needs to hear it. You know that. And if you don't wanna be the bad guy, I gotta do it. Besides... you've been on both sides of the angelic steel, thought you'd understand better than most the cruelty of it all." Angel shrugs, and with that many sets of arms, it's quite a wave-like motion. "I've been a hair's breadth from being skewered more than once since I fell here, its a fact of... well, death. Afterlife? Whatever. Feels different when that cold delighted fury's aimed at you, huh?"

"I... get it. I get what you're saying... I didn't see it before, because I saw what I wanted. But that's your reality, isn't it? Angels or Valentino, or the faceless people he forces you to sleep with for the cameras? The naked cruelty you can't avoid, just hope you can survive until the next moment?"

Angel hunches in on himself, arms curling in in an attempt at self-comfort. "Yeah... you get it now, dontcha? S'why I needed you not to piss off Val, I needed you not to get hurt... I can't stop him with me, same as we can't stop them angels forever... but I can keep you safe from him. I can keep Niffty outta his hands. I can stop him from putting his hands on you guys..."

"...I've been looking at redemption wrong this whole time... it's the actions you're already doing to help others, not some mystical future you who turns down drugs and sex..."

"Yeah, the roleplay was pretty fuckin' bad, toots... it was insulting as hell, honestly. And then you lavished all that attention on Pentious... I got jealous back then, real jealous. All that time I fought to keep you guys from Val and the Vees, and you're just handing your attention and everything to their pet spy..."

"I didn't mean to make you feel that way, Angel."

Angel sucked a breath through his teeth. "Then you need to understand that what you just said wasn't a real apology, right?"

Charlie looked shocked, eyes brimming again. Lucifer was getting worried this was going to make her spiral back into a second attack before there was a chance to calm her down.

"...you're right. You're right, I've been so wrong about this... I'm sorry that my actions and words and the way I went about redemption not only made you feel bad, but like you didn't matter. That I didn't care. You're my friend, and you sacrifice so much every day and I don't do what I should to keep you safe, to keep you feeling wanted. You're important to me, Angel, and I'm- I'm sorry about the whole time you felt you weren't... and it was my fault..."

The tears start again, but this time, she's not quite as out of control as previously, she's sobbing but not hysterical.

"Aw c'mere you silly bitch, it's okay... you think me'n'Cherri never fought? We just got better at apologising... right?" Angel enfolds her in so many arms that the hug seems half cathartic half straight jacket. Vaggie is confused to be caught in the middle as well.

"I-I-I just wanted you all to be okay... and then Pentious... and D-Dazzle... and then I thought Al was okay... because you and Husk and Vaggie and Niffty were o-o-okaaaaaaay..." The sinners were a few more tears away from being powerwashed at this point, but they held his sobbing princess tighter. "And, and then I re-realised I was a bad friend... b-b-b..."

"Deep breath, hun... it's okay, deep breath then speak." Vaggie soothes.

"Because I didn't LOOK but I kn-knew I asked him to fight Adam... and then something was wrong because he came for me... and- and- and-... now he's really hurt... but you all were okay. I should have looked... what if he never forgives me? What if he can never trust me again? What if this breaks all the progress we made?"

"He's literally a people eating not-deer that's here to watch you fail, why should you care?" Lucifer interjects, trying to bring logic back into this fraught moment. He realises that it hurts to hear, but... its the truth. "And let's be real, its not like he's much use now... why don't you let me find you a better overlord to help? The television seems to have a lot of sway, might get more redemptionists? Hmmm?"

Oh, oh no... that was a severely disappointed daughter look.

"That's kind of fucked up to say, Short King... especially the idea of replacing him with his weird stalker. You think Charlie would be safe with a guy who can hypnotise people into doing whatever he wants, and I mean anything?" Angel deadpans, the words rolling off his tongue with a distinctly disgusted air. "Like... he's my boss's boss, and he lets Val fuck some of us into reforming, you know? What do you think he'd do with full access to Charlie? To Vaggie? To everyone here...? Not that you fuckin' care, I know ya here for Charlie only."

"No, no, I care about some of you... because Charlie does. But the tv can't be worse than the deer... at least he doesn't eat people... but that's not the point, I'm just saying that even if you like it, it's broken now. And broken Sovereign Overlords, hah they think themselves so important... 'Sovereign'... ah... I mean, they get killed pretty quick, honey. He's not going to last, I'm just planning for the future."

There's a pause. "Remember when your hellacorn got sick and we had to have one of Bel's doctor's come to put them to sleep...? You didn't want Lady Midnight to suffer, did you? If we'd let her out in the wild the others would have eaten her, this is like that..."

"It's not the same, dad!"

"But it IS! I'm trying to protect you, Char Char! All these sinners will be killed or mangled or broken so badly they'll fade... eventually. I've been there. Your mother has been there. This, it's lovely, it's a sweet idea... but it's not forever. You have eternity to find and cherish more sinners and hellborn than you can imagine... but you will lose all of them, in time. We wanted to keep you from that for as long as possible, but you've always been stubborn, my little light."

Charlotte looks furious and devastated, but she can't quite form words around the lump in her throat at the statement. "You-... You-..."

A large, thick black tendril whacks the King across the back of his ridiculously behatted head, sending the thing flying.

"Shut. the Fuck. Up."

Niffty's eye went wide, as she giggled. 'Sir swore... you really made him mad, ultimate bad boy...'

"Have you considered, that your incessant coddling and blindfolding of Charlotte has contributed to this distress in any way, or are you used to just throwing power around until things turn out the way you want?" Alastor asked, looming over the Short King, seething with barely contained anger. "I understand Angels have never been human, but your daughter is at least partly one somewhere in there, and she is struggling. Not in a fun way that one can observe with schadenfreud, either. And you, all-powerful overfluffed fool of a creature, make it worse with every word... simply because the aeons you've lived have hardened you to even your child's tears."

"And what the fuck would you know, bellhop? At least I did my part against Adam, like you were supposed to. Where were you when she needed you, huh? Big words from a soon to be dead overlord... and she'll be rid of your slick influence... what are you really after? Go on, it's just us father figures, what are you seeking from my girl?"

"Oh you self-important porcelain doll of a thing... look at you, even now you are dripping poison into the broken heart of your daughter, and you're too absorbed in your own beliefs of righteousness to notice. I have never lied to her, watching sinners try and fail is amusing... and let's be real, if you'd done your job properly as King, none of this would be necessary. Why did you consign centuries of sinners to exterminations, hmmm?"

"Don't try to spin this on me, radio boy. I signed them to protect the hellborn, the only actually innocent thing in Hell... you lot got here because you fucked up your own lives and chose cruelty, murder, assault, drugs, theft, and so many disgusting other crimes in between. And for what? Power? Instilling fear? Revenge? Comfort and riches? Well, they didn't come with you, so what's the point in it all?"

"You are a pathetic little thing with a narrow view of the world, aren't you, my king?" comes the sarcastic drawl. "Was it apathy that moved your hand to sign the declaration... or were you coerced by your disdain for sinners? Did you perhaps want to punish your wife and remove the temptation of starting another revolution with your actions? Oh, she did mention that... how you became this odd little shell that sat motionless for weeks at a time, and how she would yell or throw things, just to see if you animated. A little broken doll in his palace playset. How... cute."

Lucifer flinched back. How the fuck...?

"That's why she took Charlotte... why she asked sinners she trusted to keep an eye on her darling child, when she was forced away. And why she was certain to mention you should be kept absent from Charlotte's life... she couldn't risk you infecting her with..." The gaze swept over the king derisively. "...whatever this sad display is. She wanted her to be a bastion of hope for Hell, and you wanted a forever baby that would coo and comfort you. There's a psychosis for that on earth, you know. Psychology textbooks are ilarious reads if you get bored enough to peruse them..."

Lucifer shrank back a little. his body was nigh invulnerable, his power near limitless like all his kind... but his mind? It was a thing created to span the universe and beyond, crammed into a shell for millennia, and filled with self loathing, trauma, fear and self hatred. It was a weak point.

Lilly knew that. And apparently, this fucker did too.

"Look at your daughter, your lowness... look at her face, and tell me if the queen was right to ask you be kept from her life? You, who thinks himself right no matter what conversation he steps into and has such a strong opinion on topics he hasn't deigned to hear the nature of. You who walked into the hotel and sneered at everyone, before talking down to your own child and deciding for her what she needed."

"Al, please... he's had enough... I think he understands what you meant. And I don't like that you broke into his insecurities like that... but Dad did start it by calling you a thing. So I... I really need... you two to apologise to each other." Charlie steps between them, and it's like a strike of lightning dissipating the humidity before the downpour starts.

"Dad, I love you... but you can't treat my friends like they're disposable, like they're already gone and some nameless thing. Maybe I will lose them, maybe I die and they lose me... but we're here now, together, and working on something important. Al, I didn't realise my mother sent you to keep me safe... and I'm sorry that it got you hurt, my dad was wrong, You aren't disposable... but you also can't send him into a depression spiral, I need him. hell needs him. So I need you both to work with me here."

"I'm sorry you are so estranged from your child, and the status of Hell, Your Lowness."

"AL!" Charlie warns, she raises her hand to give him a whack, and falters as it neared the missing limb's location. "Should you even be standing? That's... I mean, I know Husk was doing first aid but..."

"I have literally had to fight whilst half burned and partially disembowelled before, my dear, this is a nuisance at best." He tried to shrug it off theatrically, and then paused as it slightly unbalanced him. With a sigh, he turned to the king. "While the contents of my words were undeniably true, you deserved to hear them in a more... structured way, that... promoted... personal... growth?"

Charlie suspected if she turned around she'd see either someone's phone screen with prompt words on it or the world's strangest game of charades.

"For that, I apologise. It has beena long day , and I suspect everyone's tempers are fraught... you did come in to save the day, after all. And I will admit, the footage of Adam being pounded into the-... Angel, do stop giggling... ground, was delightful."

"Wait, what footage?"

"Why, from the numerous voxtech drones spying on the battle to voyeuristically watch the princess die, I imagine. Vox is rather like that... he has a thing about watching people turned into gorey debris."

"Some overlord was watching Charlotte fight to the death with Heaven and they were..."

"Getting aroused, most likely, yes. Do calm down, it is hell and therefore full of degenerate sinners, after all." Alastor gave another little lopsided shrug. "You should pay more attention to the Overlords, some have amassed more power and influence than you think, and they control swathes of the population without chains... especailly the vile picture box and his little hypnosis trick. If he should catch you unawares, it would be the end of us all."

"Why?"

"Apart from turning you into a puppet figurehead to sell his products to every ring, and possibly also Heaven if he can strike the right bargain? And he would absolutely think himself capable, no matter tha cost of life and limb... he'd barter Charlie's life for a chance to gain money and power from above. I rather believe your wife might have ripped him limb from mechanical limb by now were she here..."

"And he's stalking you...?"

"Frustratingly, yes. He's never really understood the word No. But intriguingly, you two share that malady, don't you little majesty?"

"What? No! I have always been a huge proponent of consent..."

"In some areas, yes, that wasn't in doubt. But where was Charlie's right to refuse when you talked over her and took over her hotel in an effort to self-aggrandise? Hmmm?"

"I don't-... I didn't... did I?"

"...yeah, you kind of did, Dad. But it's okay! We can work on it! You thought you were helping!" Charlie jumped to reassure. "And... and it starts with sorry-..."

"Please, no more singing today... there's been quite enough." Alastor's expression pinches.

"Oops, sorry... are you-... do you have a headache? I can get you something for it?"

"It's fine, I will ask Husker for something from the bar in a moment. I'm rather eager to hear the King try out an apology for the first tme since he begged your mother not to-..." His teeth audibly click shut. "Hmmm, the temptation to start the fight again was winning."

"And it's sooooooo great that you recognise a destructive conversational cycle, Alastor! I'm so proud of y-..."

"Please, refrain from your... rainbows and sunshine routine, my dear."

"Oh... sorry."

"Hey, she's trying to be kind, you asshat..." Vaggie interjects, trying to look stern, but she's slowly blinking like someone on the verge of naptime. It had been a long day INDEED. Angel seemed to be keeping her upright by using her to keep himself upright.

"And I acknowledge that there's been enough sparkles and glitter for at least two afterlifetimes today. Now, on with your apology, little majesty... I would like to get a drink."

"Oh fuck you, you pompous-..." Lucifer takes a deep breath. "I mean, you valued member of my daughter's staff and person who I am not mad at because you did fight for her and are injured, and I'm being nice. I wasn't kind and spoke about you as a disposable object rather than a person, so I apologise that my words upset you."

"That's... not an apology." Angel interjects, again.

"What? Why not?"

"It had the sound and cadance of an apology, but you put the blame on being upset back on Smiles... not on your own words and actions. That was apology 101 round here, maybe you need to stick about for classes, huh?"

"Oh. Okay, let me try again... Bellh-... Alastair... Alastor? Alastor... I'm sorry that I spoke to and about you so rudely. You have apparently been keeping my daughter safe on behalf of my wife, and even to the point you started a fight with me to point out how I fucked up. I maintain that dropping a piano on me was overkill, but in retrospect... I did try to cook you, so... I think we can probably compromise on co-parenting from here on out. What do you say?"

At the last second, Lucifer pulls back on the impulse to shake hands because right now... the left is all Al here has left.

"Well, he didn't start melting from sincerity, so that was a little disappointing... but I'm willing to be the bigger man about it." Alastor grinned at Charlie, whose startled snort of amusement turned into a cough. "Now, I strongly suspect there's a good point to pause and try out whatever new refreshments there are in this gaudy bar of yours, little majesty..."

Before he can turn, Charlie grabs his wrist. "Al, I really am sorry that you got hurt... it's my fault. I should have checked you were okay before we started rebuilding. If I'd known..."

"But you didn't, and the past can't be revisited, so why bother with would haves and should haves?" He replied, airily. Ignoring how Husker seemed to be watching him with the intensity of a cat with a red dot. "Husker, my good feline, do find something in the bartop to fortify us all. Possibly something with a lot of water for the princess, I believe there's little left in her body after all that weeping."

"Yeah, you're not getting a drink... I have no idea how much blood is left in you, but I'm guessing alcohol won't help..." Lucifer says, really looking at the other now. "I mean, it'd be funny... but you'll upset Charlie, so I'm thinking no."

There's a record scratch as Alastor's tendrils pick the now amused King off the floor by his lapels. "And you propose to stop me, little majesty?"

"Uh, yeah, King? And you're, heh, already disarmed..."

There's a pause as Charlie prepares for the Dad Off part 2 to begin... but Alastor simply laughs in that mildly unhunged way and puts the King down. Niffty joins in the laughter. She's not sure what the joke is, but she likes to be included.

"Oh I quite like that one... what else does his royal buffoonery have up his sleeve?"

"Well, unlike you, I have an arm..."

A studio audience laughed.

Husk groaned at the horrendous turn of phrase.

Charlie felt her sense of dismay rising, eyes flickering between the two of them. The dad jokes were escalating, and she wasn't sure if this was a normal turn for camaraderie after a battle, or some sort of mass hysteria onset. She started to text Aunty Bel for guidance.

Vaggie shifted into her managerial mode, getting between the pair of all powerful comedians and the bar. "No drinking. Worst thing you can do when missing a limb... or an eye, trust me... and having the King of hell tipsy would be a bad look after all the respect you gained today. Charlie hinted at something called the Beezelbub incident and wouldn't tell me more..."

The King's mouth dropped open. "It wouldn't get that bad, there's no beezlejuice here..."

"The King's royal staff was on full display, according to Zestial..." Alastor conspiratorially told Angel Dust, whose expression went... odd. "He believes he has a photo hidden somewhere of the event, I'm sure he'd come to a reasonable arrangement to show it to you for an interview about your time at the hotel, and being in the battle, hmmm?"

"Do it and I burn every building in Pride down, sinners." Lucifer teased, manifesting a glass of something. "Besides, I managed to remove that last picture last century, it's long gone."

He snaps and a series of plush red couches cram into the slightly too small space, looking more like a maze than a sitting area. With a gust of his wings, he manages to drop most onto their backsides on the furniture. They were useful for more than just looking handsome after all...

"Right, now... anyone injured and needing angelic first aid, say something. I can't return anything lost, not to angelic steel, but I can usually add enough power to kick-start your natural healing. Also, I can can do this..." He prods at Vaggie, and she sighs, tension leaving her creased brow. "Whabam, headache gone! Wing ache managed! You need to rest those things, Ma- Vaggie, you just remanifested them and haven't stopped using them since. The cramps will be a nightmare if you push too much harder..."

"Thank you Sir."

"Char Char?" he offers his hand, and she takes it.

"This doesn't hurt you, right?"

"No, not like this... absorbing grace sometimes feels awful for a minute but nothing short of psychological agony or one of your uncle's holy blades can do much to hurt me."

"And how does one procure...?"

"Oh shut it, bambi." He smacks the deer in the face with an errant wing. "I think you've done enough talking today... now have a drink and let me deal with that mess. I mean, the stitches are well done and all..." he added, seeing Niffty start to panic at the 'm' word about her obvious handicraft. "but the rest is just yikes in there. you can't vaporise a limb and part of a shoulder without some internal chaos."

"It's fine, hands to yourself."

"Why, you seem to need at least one more to balance things out..."

"If we're making hand-based offers..." Angel grinned, lounging back as Husk handed him a funny pink and green drink that seemed designed for a cocktail glass, not a beer stein. And yet...

Alastor sighed so hard it faded into static, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You are a terrible handful, aren't you, Angel?"

"I'd say 'two, if ya gottem' but er..." laughed the starlet, poking out his tongue.

"Husker, deal with your man..."

"Nope, you started it with the dumb hand jokes, I'm not dealing with any of this..." Husk protests, tail twitching.

"Ooh, let's roleplay, Deer Daddy... I can be a naughty criminal caught red Handed, and you can be the long, hard..." the pause was just too long for comfort, "Arm of the law..."

"...the puns were immaculate, but I can't fathom why you're playing this angle tonight, Angel. Surely even you are exhausted from the battlefront, bereavement and building of the earlier hours?" Alastor queries, at ease despite the lewdness, because really he knows the spider is playing.

And unlike his bosses... Angel is rather good at accepting a boundary, accepting a no without it being overt. They had been getting along quite well recently, actually.

"Oh, that's easy... not unlike me, Smiles, just saying..." the starlet flops back on the couch and drops his ridiculously long legs over the lap of an annoyed Vaggie, laughing Charlie and ultimately the arm of the couch. "I'm the distraction, right?"

"Wha-..." Something touched the back of his neck, and everything faded out rather startlingly. Radios shrieked in alarm before falling silent, a rather furious shadow snapped at the King.

"Wha-bam! Got him... okay, can someone get him off me, why does he feel twice as tall when he's flopped over me? It's like he's managed another height joke without words, the fucker."

Angel sighed and allowed Charlie and Vaggie free to untangle the deer from the King, and settle him on the couch. The King hovered a hand over the area, "Ooh, yeah... stitching's neat but it is a m-... er it's a problem inside. Let's try and put things back where they need to be."

"Can't you like... fix his arm?"

"...'fraid not, Sweetie. Or I would have fixed Vaggie's eye, already, I mean... as long as she wanted that. Once angelic light or steel removes something, it's gone forever. It's why I can't put my halo back together, they shattered it with holy fire..."

He looked so indescribably ancient and sad in that moment it was heart wrenching. "That was aeons ago, though, it's okay now... if they hadn't broken it, I wouldn't have you. And if this bony nightmare of a not-deer didn't fight Adam and stall him long enough... I guess I wouldn't have you, now, either. So... I'm going to set what I can to rights. Might be able to regrow some of the missing shoulder joint and collar bone, to give it the right shape... and unsinged the lung on that side... but not the arm."

"What do we do about the other overlords? I can't-..." her voice breaks. "I can't go through all this, all this healing and everything, and then lose him to someone like Vox or Carmilla or... Rosie wouldn't would she?"

"...you wouldn't like the answer, Princess." husker replied, not making eye contact.

"Alastor wouldn't, if she was hurt... would he?" Charlie asked in a small voice, watching her father work.

"...no, but he's an outlier like that. Once he has a fondness for someone, they go into some circle in his head that means they don't get touched... and he'll fuck up anyone who looks at 'em funny. Rosie's in there. Niffty. That bitch Mimzy, but I think its more obligation because they was alive together and he didn't bail her out that one last time. Me, for some reason... never really understood why, think he decided we were friends one day and that was it. You. Maybe Angel... and sorta Vaggs. I think Pentious was in there too, but on the outer edge, cause he could have pulversised the guy more than once but... he never did."

"Okay, that's the best we can hope for, his own regneration has been directed in the right areas. Should be stable enough to leave it for now... but there's always the chance of infection, or festering grace, and such. I'll stay around and keep an eye out just in case. You sinners are so durable and yet so fragile when it comes to things like germs, its insane." Lucifer muttered the last bit before turning to the rest. "Right, who else needs healing hands?"

"Oooh, Short, King, you can put them healing hands on my hot, aching-..." he's cut off by a wing to the face, that flips him back onto a couch. With a flare of golden light, Angel finds himself sinking into a nightmareless abyss.

"Nope. No thank you. Nap time for the overly aroused arachnid. Who else? Come here kitty cat, let's fix that tweaked wing..."

"Me next?" asked the terrifying little maid.

"Er, sure, you give that knife of yours to Vaggie for safekeeping okay?"

The pupil shrank in thought... and then bounced back. "Okay!" trilled the little sinner.

"How do I keep him safe?" Charlie asked, again, into the companionable silence.

Husk laughed. "Oh he'll fight you every step of the way, kicking and screaming... but you can get him to play along if you speak his language. Rosie worked it out ages ago. I have at least a basic idea on it... and Lillith was pretty fucking good at it. Not like manipulation or anything, just turning things around just enough that they come at him in a way he's willing to accept."

"Can you tell me how?"

"If you got time to hear some of the most goddamn insane shit of your life, then sure. He's not likely to wake up and eat me for it, right?"

Lucifer blinked, "What? Oh, yeah, angelic sedation is pretty strong... can knock sinners or winners out for weeks if we need to, depends on the injury. Don't want anyone waking up with all broken bones, you know?"

"Good, because he bit me once in reprimand and those teeth fuckin' hurt. Now, what do you wanna know, Princess?"

"Everything. Teach me to speak repressed allpowerful overlord... so I can keep his stubborn self alive when the others come to challenge him because... because I got him injured."

"No you didn't. He chose to stand up to Adam, you can't make this man do things like that even with these techniques, I promise you. Even without the deal, he would have stood between you and Adam..."

"Wait, what deal?"

"...you want me to be eaten? Forget I said it."

"Your mother didn't do half measures, duckling, she kept all her agreements on indestructable parchment or on a leash. I think... we know how she ensured he'd keep his end of the bargain, no matter how much trust they shared between them beforehand. She's... she was kind of paranoid when it came to your safety."

There's a very solemn moment.

"Of course, she could have also harassed him into submission by showing him the relentless barrage of your baby photos and craft projects. We love you char char, but you were a baby for decades, there's entire vaults full of your photos, portraits and finger paintings. After even half of one, maybe two thirds if he's particularly stubborn, he would have been compelled to make a deal to protect you."

Charlie's expression fell into a thousand yard stare. "Oh no... no no no NO he can't have seen the baby photos!"

"Can... I see the baby photos?" Vaggie grins at Lucifer, and he snaps his wrist to manifest a pile of dusty albums on the floor. Charlie hurls herself on top of them.

"Noooo, don't look at these, Vaggie please... I was such a weird baby and, oh no, is that my emo phase? Dad, why?! Husk, start talking Alastor-ese, now. Anything. Now please!"

"Alright... sure, for a glance in that album you have jammed in your shirt right now."

Charlie's shoulders slumped, defeated. "Fine... deal..."

When they woke up, Alastor and Angel would be devastated to realise they missed the delightful awkwardness of the King going through the baby albums (Vols 1 to 9) and giving a truly sweet story about each picture. No matter how Charlie melted into the couch, begging for death.

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End of some kind

Imagine the overlords trying something and the hotel Responding

Imagine Charlie and Vaggie using Alastorese to trick himse into his own best interests.

Imagine the CHAOS of Lucifer and Alastor bonding. Reluctantly. but enough that the dad jokes, which they both enjoy, become damn near lethal. And Charlie has left her mother a voicemail asking to be picked up because 'please, there's two of them now'.

Somehow Angel is empowered to turn Valentino inside out and becomes the new Overlord of the industry. He learns the sound of one hand clapping as Alastor watches the vindicating slaughter, and only intervenes when Val loyal trhalls try to get in the way.

Imagine the dangers of an overlord who can compensate for loss with his shadows and tendrils. Whose power is underestimated for his lack of arm, and the people who die because of their arrogance.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #lucifer #charlie #vaggie #husk #angel dust #niffty #ask #headcanon #phoenixwrites #i dont know why i wrote this its so late

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years ago

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Jungkook

𝓘 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 (say it back): Sour 🔞

You know people think you're just using him. And he knows that people think he's just getting used by you. And maybe it's time for him to stand up, and make some things clear.

Tags/Warnings: Girly!Reader, Introvert!Jungkook, non-idol AU, opposites attract AU?, established relationship, Angst, Major Fluff, some drama, Slice of Life (like Good Girl AU for example), mc is kook's biggest simp, kook is kind of overwhelmed by her love sometimes, but it's fine they both cute, Jealousy oh no, possessive kook!, multiple rounds, boob slapping like.. once, cumplay, creampie oops²

Length: Long, didn't count oops

A/N: There is no taglist. There is no taglist. There is no taglist. There is no-

-> Masterlist

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"Ah, by the way!" His trainer asks, while Jungkook quietly unwraps his hands after his boxing training. "I wanted to ask you, who was that girl you were with when you came here earlier?" He asks, referring to you.

Jungkook doesn't really know any other girls besides you, after all. So it has to be you- you've tagged along to the boxing studio with him, leaving him to walk inside on his own however since he'd offered to simply take you along, so you could go to your appointment at the hair salon while he was working out, and bring you back home once he was done.

"..my girlfriend." Jungkook says, continuing to unwrap his other hand before flexing the fingers a bit. It's a bit odd to say it out loud- but not a bad-odd. Just unfamiliar.

Maybe because he doesn't say it much.

Maybe he should.

"Really?" His trainer wonders, looking genuinely surprised for a second as he looks at Jungkook- who feels a bit challenged, almost. Jungkook has noticed that the start contrast between you and himself has caused some people to look at him with almost something akin to pity- as if he's the prey in the cougars claws, about to be chewed and spit out once you're done with him. He gets it- but at the same time, it irritates him to no ends, because you're pretty much the sweetest cursing little angel he's ever met up to this point.

So it's unsurprising that his answer might sound a bit more offended than he's intending it to. "Yes." He answers, brows lowering.

"Oh, wow." His trainer seems to catch up on his mood. "No offense, really! Just- surprising, you know?" He tries to explain himself. "You're always so quiet, and you know… Are you sure she's in it for the right reasons?" He asks, and at that, Jungkook puts everything down to look up at his trainer with a serious face.

"What are you implying?" He demands to know.

"Man, I'm just saying! You know, I know girls like that. They use guys like you! They might fuck you well but-" He tries. "-I just-"

"You want to fuck her instead, is that it?" Jungkook calls him out, and by the look on the guy's face, Jungkook had hit the jackpot. And just as he gets up to walk closer, the door opens, and you walk in with a rustling paperbag that smells like takeout food.

"Uh.. am I interrupting something?" You ask, a little unsure- and both men stare each other down for a bit longer, before Jungkook walks off to walk over to you instead, hand on the back of your neck as he gives you a short but heated kiss- rendering you a bit speechless for once. He's never this bold in public.

What's going on?

"I'll go shower real quick, okay?" He tells you, and you just dumbly nod, left by yourself as he walks past his trainer into the changing rooms and showers.

"I'm just- not gonna ask." You just say, more or less to yourself as you sit down in a chair close by, throwing one leg over the other before pulling out your phone.

"He's just having a bad day." The trainer tells you, walking closer. "So, you and him?" He asks, and you nod at that, big grin on your face.

"Yep!" You chirp, tapping away on your phone.

"Don't make him spend all his money on you." The trainer tells you, somewhat joking- though you can hear the hint of honest threat in his tone, which makes you stop what you're doing. "I know he's a softy, but come on. Just cause he's easy doesn't make it right." He says, and you become a bit insecure at that.

You know that's what most people must think of you- but hearing it said out loud makes it sting just a bit more.

You want to stand up for yourself like you always try to do- but somehow, you can't, not in this moment. Not because you don't want to- but because you're just realizing how little people think of Jungkook. You're not even the victim here. It's not your place to even be offended in the first place.

You can take the weird rumors about yourself, the glances and looks, the stereotypes and boxes people put you in. But the fact that just because Jungkook cares, and loves, and treats the people around him with kindness, he's seen as someone weak and pitiful, just makes you angry. Because if you stood up for him right now, it would only cause more issues- the guy in front of you would only feel validated in his opinion, would never let your boyfriend live it down that his own stupid dumb girlfriend had to defend his poor self from the world.

"I'll send you my cancellation for my membership via E-mail." Jungkook suddenly says as he emerges from the showers, grabbing his bag before he helps you stand up from your seat, brushing down the back of your skirt with his palm. He almost instantly reaches for your small bag as well, holding it for you while you put your phone away.

"Hey man, I was just looking out for you-" The trainer starts, but Jungkook puts himself between him and you as if to prove a point, calmly speaking.

"Don't. I'm very much capable of doing that myself." He says, simply takes his bag to throw over his shoulder before he takes your hand in his, and leaves the gym.

It's only in the car that you dare ask what's happened. "Is it because of me?" You wonder, and Jungkook perks up at that, face completely devoid of the anger he'd had just a few minutes ago.

"What do you mean?" He asks, even his voice not in the slightest irritated any longer.

"At the gym, earlier." You say, opening the paper bag to steal some fries for yourself. "Like, you said you'll cancel your membership and stuff. And you love boxing." You shrug, and he shakes his head.

"I think I just realized that I need to start putting my foot down." He offers, changing lanes as he drives you both home. "And the membership was also pretty overpriced anyways. There's other gyms I can check out." He tries to joke, though you don't seem too convinced next to him.

"You know I'm not using your for, you know, sex and money right?" You ask him, and his eyes widen. "Like, I really really do love you-" You begin, and he laughs.

"I know that, don't worry." He tells you. "Is that what he told you?" He wonders, and you shrug.

"Lot's of people think that." You huff to yourself. "Comes with the style, I guess. And like, I'm not mad about that- I don't really care if people think I'm a money-grabbing whore." You laugh, making him cringe. He doesn't like you talking about yourself like that. "But it just makes me mad that people think you're a pussy who needs to be babied all the time." You complain.

"So you're getting angry on my behalf?" He chuckles, and you nod, crossing your arms.

"I hate when people don't take you seriously." You huff to yourself, staying quiet the entire rest of the ride until you both reach his apartment where you're staying over at tonight- when his arms reach around you from the back, his face hiding in the crook of your neck where he kisses the skin.

"I love you."He hums, and you shiver at the sound of that sentence. He doesn't say it often, his love language non-verbal, rather expressing his feelings in acts of service or fleeting touches. So whenever he does say it, it's special. "And I'm.. really happy you're my girlfriend, you know that?" He says, and you shrug.

"I'm.. you know, I'm sorry I'm always so much trouble." You sigh, but he shakes his head.

"You're not." He denies. "I need to.. say it more often to people. You know. Stop introducing you as.. you, but as my girlfriend instead." He tells you.

"You don't have to-" You start, but he chuckles.

"No, I do." He argues gently. "Because I can't stand it when people think you're easy to get. Or that you're someone that's available in the first place." He complains, walking you closer to his small bedroom, where he suddenly picks you up and let's you fall on the bed, your body bouncing from the impact a little.

"Jung-" you start, but he's already crawling closer to you on hands and knees, leaning in.

"You're mine." He almost growls under his breath, kissing you feverishly. You're not sure what's gotten into him, but you're also not complaining- or maybe you do, as you hear fabric rip and buttons drop to the floor around the bedroom.

"kook!" You whine. "That was one of my favorites-!" You complain, while he's busy pulling your skirt from your legs.

"As if I care." He growls, before he pulls you closer by the backs of your knees. "I like that lingerie though." He almost purrs, hands pulling on the straps of the lace body, letting them snap back against your skin playfully so.

"Yeah I like it too-" You pout, crossing your arms. "-So don't break it." You huff, making him raise one of his brows before he moves to push your wrists into the bed up above your head.

"I won't promise anything." He comments, before he leans down to kiss you, lips eager to claim your breath while his hands roam around your body, grabbing onto the softness of your breasts before they travel lower, over your sides, stomach, one pulling your leg up, while the other moves between your legs.

Your toes curl as he finds a way to slip his palm inside, teasing you for a good while before he throws his shirt over his head, shedding the rest of his clothes as well, before he grabs at the lace bottom of the lingerie.

It rips as he creates an opening, making you whine.

"I'll buy you a new one." He hums, one of his hands pumping his cock before he guides himself into your leaking core, pushing in slowly to help you adjust. "I'll buy you ten, I don't fucking care."

"You'll rip them all.." you sigh partially because of the feeling of him filling you up like this.

"Damn right I will." He chuckles darkly, pulling out before he pushes back in.

It's the start of what you think you know by now- but he's catching you off guard as his hips move at an aggressive pace, skin against skin echoing in the room as he clenches his jaw, a hard grip on your thighs, making you wonder if he'll leave bruises.

You wouldn't mind if he did.

Your head spins as you're left taking whatever he gives you, one of his hands leaving your thigh to instead pull down some of the straps on the upper part, pulling out your tits for him to see freely move. He can't help but grab onto one of them, hold it before he slaps it once just to see how it feels.

You, meanwhile, feel like you're having an out of body experience. You can hear yourself moan almost obscenely, whining and whimpering as he pounds into you, but its like your body doesn't respond to you any longer, as you arch your back and curl your toes.

And like the devil he is, he doesn't slow down. Instead, he grabs your hips, and adjusts you to lay over his thighs, gaining the ability to aim even deeper inside. And your body freezes up as you hit your orgasm full force, thighs shaking violently as he slows a bit, erratically moving to reach his own high as well, your cunt clenching around him tightly.

And as he finally cums, pushed as far inside you as he can, he finally gains back the ability to year, and notice his surroundings.

Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your eyes are closed, skin shining in a light layer of sweat as he can't help but run his hands over the pale pink lace lingerie covering your body.

You're just so pretty.

He moves the straps and lace around, helps you out of the garment, slipping out of your core for a moment, causing you to whine in complaint. "So pretty.." he hums, as he finally has full access to your bare skin, lips peppering kisses from your stomach up to your neck, hands never staying still. "All mine." He speaks against your skin, when you feel him suddenly harshly suck and bite at your neck and shoulder.

"J-jungk-" you stammer, legs rubbing against one another as he chuckles.

"Already wanting more?" He wonders, and you nod, hands clinging onto his arms. "Think you can take it?" He jokes, and you nod again.

"Please-" you beg, and he leans back, pulling you with him to straddle his lap, adjusting you properly on his still sensitive cock. You've never had sex in this position before,but you immediately decide that it's one of your favorite- the way he holds you, his body all over you, the way he's able to provide such an immense feeling of safety and comfort to you, is otherworldly almost.

Or maybe it's just jungkook himself. You're not sure.

He's overly sensitive but pushes through that first wall, moves a lot slower and more sensual now as he helps you bounce on his lap, before you instead start to roll your hips into his- earning a very vocal response from him as he holds onto your ass, assisting you in your motions while your hands are on his back, nails scratching a little over his skin.

And he loves it, loves the idea of wearing your marks just as much as you do his.

He really should show his love for you more often. It's still a bit odd to him why you're with him in the first place, but he should stop trying to figure that out- because that's not what it's all about, isn't it? Your relationship doesn't need any other reason to exist than live alone, and love is something you both have a lot of.

The love for your body, your mind, your soul. The love for the way you nap around whenever you can in the most random of places. The love for your random kisses you place on his cheek, on his neck, on his hands, on his shoulders. The love for your cooking, your care and your hugs at night.

He's got so much love for you, and he should show that.

He's sure he can't cum again, but he knows he's reaching his second orgasm however, hips moving erratically just like yours as you pick up your pace, lips chasing after his, as he licks at your lips, open mouthed kisses sharing breaths as you reach your highs.

You cling onto him for a good while after, feeling him fill you up once more as his cock spurts his release up your cunt, making it leak out down your legs, as he lays your limp body back down on the bed, pulling out.

His hand can't help but try and push his seed back in- and when he notices he can't, he instead uses it as lubricant to instead let his thumb circle over your pulling clit, a frail whimper coming from you as he softly lures another orgasm out of you, his breath finally normalizing as he watches his cum leak out of you.

He's tired, exhausted, but forces himself up at least to help you and him clean up and so you go pee, while he simply throws the stained sheets into the wash. Neither he nor you get dressed after showering and drying up, rather opting to sleep wrapped in simple blankets on the couch instead, holding each other close.

And the pain in his muscles the next time he wakes up is so worth it-

Just like the honestly amusing sight of you struggling to walk straight.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #bts jungkook x reader #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook imagine #bts jeon jungkook x reader #bts jeon jungkook imagine

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haine-kleine · 8 months ago

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A potential I wish I could see more of in this fandom is the League on their days off. Same way we briefly saw Jin before the Overhaul arc.

Just like the heroes, the villains have their villain costumes, which they put on for 'work'. Unlike the heroes, who are prevented from having this due to PR and public's overall perception of them, the villains can just take those costumes off to blend in with the crowd without being noticed. As we already know, for Shigaraki just taking off his 'family' is enough.

To Toga, the highschool girl uniform serves as a disguise similarly to how Monoma's hero costume does. But combined with her distinctive red spider lily hairstyle, it makes it fairly easy to recognize her. So on her days off crime duty, she dresses as a regular girl, sometimes stealing Shigaraki's hoodies, opting to experiment with her hairstyles.

Similarly to her, Twice's villain costume comes out only on the days they have work scheduled. Otherwise, he shows up on his regular civilian clothes. After Kamino, they tried to make him wear something else instead of his usual mask for secrecy reasons, but after he turned up with a paperbag on his head, Shigaraki mercifully allowed him to wear whatever he wanted.

Mister Compress tries to keep his fancy villain suit for memorable occasions (the state it was in by the My villain academia arc was truly devastating), so usually he dresses like this.

Spinner's Stain cosplay stays in the closet most of the time. Usually he joins Shigaraki's pajama party, especially during their gaming marathons. Due to his trauma, it's hard to get him to go outside and when he does, he tries to cover as much of his body as possible. Once Shigaraki notices this, he makes sure to join Spinner outside as often as he can. After Shigaraki decays two people who gave Spinner trouble for his quirk, Shuichi stops covering his face and hands as much. It's also the reason they targeted that heteromorphobic cult specifically in MVA introduction.

After his face being seen had led to them almost being captured, Dabi starts hiding himself behind long sleeved high collared hoodies and huge sunglasses. Compress and Toga attempt to make him dress more normal and channel his inner emo aesthetic more than amateur drug dealer, to no avail. Indoors, he tends to ditch the three layered black outfit and go for loose shirts and shorts that won't catch his staples by accident with one wrong move. Also, when no fateful meetings with oblivious family members are scheduled, he tends to forego doing his hair. Attempting to avoid infection from the chemical dye when you are a walking open wound is more hassle than it's worth, so for quick villain outings or his meeting with Hawks, he throws a cap or a hoodie on and calls it a day.

Shigaraki dresses exactly the same as he does when on villain duty, minus the hands. Even though it's convenient, it pisses him off how easy it is for him to blend in and go around unrecognized. When the League gets more popular and their merch replaces Stain's, even having Father on his face can get in the way of his recognition as the Symbol of Fear, when teenagers compliment him on his sick Shigaraki cosplay.

I'd say Kurogiri remains just as well dressed and proper as usual whether he is working at the bar, chaperoning Shigaraki or has a day off, but the image of him channelling his inner Shirakumo and going around naked is just too funny to pass up. He sends the entire League into hysterics, but he is mist, what improper is there about being mist without any clothes on?..

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha headcanons #league of villains #shigaraki tomura #shuichi iguchi #spinner #sako atsuhiro #mr compress #toga himiko #bubaigawara jin #dabi #todoroki touya #kurogiri #magne is not there bc her outfit was already casual #sorry magne

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darin-nidk · 1 year ago

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I love You paparazzi Velvette x reader! Can you do a part 2 where Velvette finds out how the reader feels about her?

A/N.: Why, thank you! I am flattered. Let's see, it was a one-shot buuut I'll give it another go.

#Paparazzi • PT. II | Velvette x Reader.

Prev.|

Content: Manipulative behavior, stalking, obsessive Reader.

Velvette wasn't opposed to blinding loyalty, in fact, the young overlord felt incredibly proud and cheeky whenever someone offered (Y/N), —one of her most beautiful models, scouted on one of her 'free' days—, a better work proposal which her ever so stoic model rejected in the blink of an eye.

But this was... disturbing. Hell, Velvette felt fucking weirded out by this. A pit in her stomach, body trembling with disgust and yet... a breathless 'hah!' left past her lips which soon curved into an amused smile, a manicured hand running her fingers through her hair.

HOURS AGO.

(Y/N) was sick, bedridden even. And they claimed they'd be fine by the following day but Velvette worried since they were the face for her upcoming product and frankly, needed (Y/N) at the studio.

"Couldn't pick a better fuckin' time?!", Velvette yelled at her phone, the contact name being Dollface since (Y/N) was a quiet, obedient (to the point it was boring) — they let Velvette manhandle them, making them pose as if they were an articulated doll.

"Sorry", (Y/N) voice was raspy, clearly struggling to talk. Although a part of them was feeling excited (aroused), a twisted enjoyment upon being scolded in their weakest moment. Hot, fucking hot, getting Velvette's whole attention on them even if it was to get scolded. Shit. If they weren't already trembling from the fever, they'd be trembling with excitement. "I ah, tomorrow... I'll try to be there tomorrow".

"No", Velvette said, short and simple. "I'll drop by your place to give you some meds, did you even eat today?", a silence, the overlord groaned in annoyance. "(Y/N), doll, I need you to be healthy and pretty, not pretty and looking fuckin' sick, you think I need you to look like you died again? Fuck no".

Normally, Velvette would use the emergency contact or someone else instead of going herself but (Y/N) hadn't ever given a contact, only their adress.

Well, she could spare some time to make sure the face of her newest product was fine.

NOW.

Unlocking the door with a key (Y/N) had provided long ago, Velvette made her way inside. The place lacked personality, it was stylish but it was spotless as if no one was even living here. The overlord sighed, a small paperbag in her hands as she called for (Y/N) and followed the sounds of misery (poor model was puking).

But Velvette hadn't expected to walk into a room with dim lights that showed a shrine with her face plastered all over the place.

"The fuck is this?", her voice barely above a whisper as a reflex to take out her phone and take pictures yet she didn't upload it anywhere. This was some sort of... evidence, for what? She didn't know yet.

"Wait! Hngh, I ah, I can explain...", (Y/N) opened the door of the bathroom of their room, they looked miserable. Sweaty, drooling, unfocused eyes, shivering...

"You do need some explaining to do".

A reaction of... amusement. Curiosity. Disgust but not exactly showing signs of being repulsed.

Now this was entertainment.

#hope this was good enough!#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagines #velvette x reader #velvette x female reader #velvette x nb reader #🧍 he speaks

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constantinerkives · 2 years ago

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Million Dollar (Wo)Man // teaser, (M)

PAIRING: Hotel Magnate! Yoo Jimin x Fem! Reader WARNINGS: Sugar Mommy AU, college AU, age gap, OC is in her final year of college while YJM is 34, profanity, strangers to paramours, Chopard and Cannes Film Festival Karina, good lord. OC has a slight crush on the dean lmao. OC short-circuits when pretty, older women talk to her, smut, more warnings to come SYNOPSIS: Money in exchange for companionship? Why not! If only she wasn't the dean's half-sister. Yikes.

"Excuse me, miss," Your ears perk upon hearing an unfamiliar deep yet feminine voice. Sultry and alluring. "But have you seen Joohyun?"

Joohyun? Your brows furrow. How can someone say the dean's name so casually?

You turn in the direction of the stranger, and your eyes subtly widen at the sight of the towering beauty behind you. Your eyes take in her appearance. Her long black hair was styled; slid back, allowing you to have a good glimpse at her smooth, fair countenance, familiar doe-shaped eyes framing those sharp, intelligent hazel-colored crevices. You mentally pick your jaw from the floor.

"Joohyun?" Your voice came out as a squeak, and you fought the urge to palm your face. "You mean our dean?"

A playful grin curls on her plump lips, "Yes," Her hazel-colored eyes scour your features, "And my," She purrs, "Aren't you a beauty?" Your cheeks warmed as the woman continued: "I should count myself lucky for asking a pretty girl like you." A subtle shade of pink dust your cheeks as you clear your throat softly, "Thank you," You muse as you shift your weight from one foot to another. "How may I help you?"

"I'm looking for-"

"Karina," Your posture straightens upon hearing her authoritative voice. Irene takes a stand beside you. Her face turns in your direction with slight surprise before she regains her calm countenance and returns her gaze to the said stranger: Karina.

"I see that you've met one of my students," The dean gestures a hand towards the raven-haired beauty. "Y/N, meet my..." She trails off before Karina's lips release a deep chuckle, shivers run down your spine, and your stomach churns at the sound. "Don't be shy now, Hyunnie."

Hyunnie?

Karina holds out her hand for you to shake, "I'm Karina Bae, her half-sister. And you are?"

Half-sister?

That explains the familiar features, and if you have to compare the two of them by age, Karina seems to be ten years younger than the older woman next to you. But still, both women are drop-dead gorgeous. They won the battle of genes.

"Seol Y/N," You reply in a trance as you reach to shake her hand, expecting a handshake, but she surprises you by bringing it up to brush her mouth against your knuckles, a shock traveling up your arm at the contact. Her eyes never leave yours, and you hold your breath, afraid you'll do something embarrassing if you do. Hopefully, your face doesn't show how the action flustered you. You gawk at her as she releases your hand.

"A pleasure, Y/N." Your body glows at the way her tongue smoothly caresses your name. It's embarrassing how quick you are to succumb to the younger Bae. You instinctively look away from her raving eyes as the dean clears her throat.

"Easy, Karina." The dean chides, "She's my student,"

A heart-throbbing smile graces Karina's lips, "Anyways," She raises a paper bag. Was she holding something all this time? How come you didn't notice? "As you can see, sister. I just returned from France," The hazel-eyed beauty hands it to her, "And I bought a present."

You eye the two of them, feeling as though you're intruding on a moment between the siblings. Irene's lips curl upwards and takes the paperbag, "You shouldn't have, Karina. Is that why you came here?"

"Of course," Karina grins, "I can't come back to my alma mater empty-handed now, can I?"

"Thank you, Karina."

The latter merely hums in reply, "I'll get going now. There's no need for me to stay if a party lacks drinks." She grins while Irene rolls her eyes. "It's protocol,"

"Sure," Karina turns to you, "Take care, Miss Seol."

Perhaps she was waiting for you to hold your hand out again, but your brain decided that risking another touch from this gorgeous woman would have undesirable consequences. A wave sufficed for now.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Karina."

You were wrong. Karina doesn't even have to touch you to get you woozy. Her wolfish smirk was enough to make your knees wobble. She departs, leaving your eyes to follow her lithe physique.

COMING SOON!

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jrooc · 6 months ago

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✨ it's random weekly tag wednesday✨

Thanks @spookygingerr (+ for the game), @energievie, @kiennilove @ms-moonlight-inn for the taggggssss

it's that time again...

what weather would you use to describe you current mood?

A confused weather day where it's cloudy but not cold. There's a rainbow 'cause it rained a little but there's bright moments.

have you ever had braces?

yes! For forever and I still have bad teeth

do you celebrate halloween?

Halloween is the actual best 👻🎃

best halloween/fancy dress costume you've worn

I always had good intentions and terrible execution. Mostly cause i was cheap/broke. Best costume was probably Robin Sparkles from HIMYM but no one got it lmao. Or Paperbag Princess but I couldn't find a adult size paper bag so I used a Canadian Tire (Canadian home hardware store lmao) leaf bag which had huge logo's on it which really ruined the effect 😂

last song you listened to

Kyle - Fred again.. (why is the line 'our shoulderblades kissed' so fucking lovely)

last thing you googled

How to write capitalized titles correctly in grammar 😆

dream car

I love an Audi cause they're soooo fun to drive

what's your favourite type of cheese?

Jesus why would you even ask me to choose? Dutch Gouda. Asiago? Swiss. *Panics and runs to eat cheese*

what colour are your socks today?

Grey Canadian Roots socks with the red line. IYKYK

what was your favourite subject in school?

Russian Studies

has your mood weather changed after answering these random questions?

Yes they brought me joy AND I took a short break from work for the first time in days so there's more sun peaking out.

Tags below the cut. Or have some halloween candy and a hug 🍬 If you are seeing this and want to join in pls do! Consider this a tag.

Tagging @deedala @gallapiech @michellemisfit @mickeysgaymom @guinguin1984

@doshiart @such-a-barbarian @creepkinginc @transmurderbug @ian-galagher

@heymacy @heymrspatel @crestfallercanyon @stocious @too-schoolforcool

@thepupperino @sleepyheadgallavich @callivich @captainjowl @roryonic

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@deathclassic @annarowyn @samantitheos @sam-loves-seb @burninface @runawaybrainsc

@vintagelacerosette @mmmichyyy @pookiebearmick @transmickey

#weekly tag wednesday #gallavich community

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eggcompany · 1 year ago

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Hannibal Is Such a Daddy Part 4

Hannibal left, promising to have everything prepared at 5p.m. Will waved awkwardly and nodded. It was almost noon now and he needed to put away the case file and bathe and feed the dogs and find some good-ish clean clothes. Will felt panicked. There was too much to do and what if Hannibal didn’t like what he wore or what if Hannibal thinks he stinks and what if daddy doesn’t think he’s cute anymore or what if Daddy hates him now?

Will had to stop quite a few times in the next four hours just to breathe and calm down and remember what Hannibal had said as he left.

“I won’t judge you Will. I care more about making you happy than you smelling like dog. Just relax. You could bathe at my place if you’d like…”

“Hannibal! I don’t want you to see me naked.”

“I already have, dear Will. I saw your cute little butt dimples and your back freckles.”

“I will shoot you.”

“See you later then mylimasis.”

And with a kiss to his cheek Hannibal was walking to his Bentley.

Will did everything he needed to and he ate a small snack. He made sure to wash twice and he actually spent time on his hair. He thought about shaving but… if Hannibal really liked him he wouldn’t mind. He manscaped a bit (just for a confidence boost) and finally he brushed his teeth and cleaned his ears. He got dressed in a cream color sweater and a pair of jeans and slipped on his shoes. He grabbed up the small stuffed doggy that Hannibal had made sure to let him keep. He was fidgety and nervous the entire time he made his way to Hannibal’s house.

At 4:52 Will stood in front of the large wooden doors and tugged at his sweater and his pants and almost turned around when the door opened. Will stood there with shoulders hunched and head hung low. Hannibal looked relaxed in his plain button down shirt and a pair of plain looking dark blue slacks.

“Come on then. Come inside. I tried to make you something nice and soft and war-” Hannibal said once Will had slipped into the door. Once the wooden doors shut Will hugged Hannibal’s back.

“ ‘m so nervous.” Will said quickly before his breath quickened. Hannibal almost laughed. Of course Will was already slipping.

“What a brave boy you are for telling me. No need to be nervous, my love. I already got you some softer clothes laid out and some nice warm applesauce and I can draw up a bath if you’d like? I have cartoons on the Tv also, so we can cuddle and watch a movie maybe?” Hannibal said and turned around in the younger man’s arms. He ran his hands through Will’s soft clean hair. Will looked up at him with his big puppy dog eyes.

“Can I eat? ‘M hungry. Wan Hammibal feed me… pretty prease?” Will said and looked into Hannibal’s eyes. He looked so nervous. Hannibal smiled and kissed Will’s forehead.

“Of course, dear. Come sit in the nursery. I’ll be right back. Here’s some other clothing option if you’d feel more comfortable out of your jeans.” Hannibal showed Will to a room that was attached to Hannibal’s own bedroom.

The walls were a light shade of green. There was a small twin bed with soft sky blue flannel sheets and pillows and a large set of white drawers. There was a television on the wall at the foot of the bed and there was a set of clothes laid out on the bed. Will nodded and walked over to the bed. He looked at the blue lamp that sat on the small bedside table. He looked around and noticed a few more things. A cloud shaped light on the wall beside the bed, the green wastebasket, and another door that was plain white. He looked at it curiously. Why would daddy need another nursery?

Finally Will looked at the clothes. There was a large green hoodie that had doggies all over it, a pair of green soft looking underwear, a pair of paperbag green shorts, and a pair of blue fluffy socks. Will smiled and bounced a bit on his feet. Soft clothes! Soft Clothes! Daddy got me special clothes!

Will quickly shucked off all his clothes and started putting on the wonderful soft clothes. He slipped on the underwear that were maybe a little too big but they were so comfy! Then he slid the shorts up his legs and wiggled his butt a little bit. They were also so comfy! Will smiled and giggled a bit. His head was so fuzzy and warm. He slipped the hoodie over his head and struggled for a moment to get it over his head and then struggled more to get his arms through the holes but he managed. He sat down on the floor to get his socks when he heard someone clear their throat. He looked up smiling at his daddy.

Hannibal stood in the doorway, he had been standing there since Will had put on the shorts. He had a bowl in his hands and had changed into a pair of sweatpants. He smiled as he watched the little work his way into the clothes. And his heart thumped against his chest when Will looked up at him with his tousled hair and big grin and his twinkling eyes.

“Hi daddy! I put em on my feets!” Will said and showed Hannibal his foot that had one half way on sock. Hannibal gasped and faked amazement.

“Wow! You did that all by yourself! Good job! Did you get dressed by yourself too?” Hannibal said as he put the bowl on the bedside and picked up Will’s clothes, folded them, and put them on top of the drawers. Will pulled on his socks all the way and smiled from the floor.

“I dids! Cam Daddy come help me ups though? Stuck.” Will said and raised his arms in an uppy motion. Hannibal happily walked over and lifted Will up onto the bed and then sat beside him. Will smiled and leaned onto him.

“Here baby eat and then we can watch a movie. Come you can sit between my legs and lean against me.” Hannibal explained and pulled the bowl and a spoon into his hands. He scooted back against the pillows and Will happily scooted till he was sitting in between his daddy’s legs and smiled. He was pressed against Hannibal’s chest and he could feel his daddy’s body heat.

Hannibal wrapped his arms around Will and held the bowl under his face and scooped up a spoonful of the warm cinnamony applesauce and brought it up to Will’s mouth. Will ate greedily until there wasn't any left. Then Will relaxed completely and Hannibal turned the TV on via remote. He flipped through Disney movies until Will saw WALL-E.

“I anna watch rubot movie pwease! And and and um… Can I have blanket please, daddy? ‘M kinda code” Will asked and wiggled a little against Hannibal’s chest. Hannibal laughed and pushed Will forward to sit up. Will whined and held still.

“Let me turn off the light and get a nice fuzzy blanket. Do you think you need a diaper again? Hannibal asked as he stood up. His joints popped a bit but it was worth it. Will blushed and thought for a moment as Hannibal turned off the overhead and got a fuzzy grey blanket from the drawers. He walked over and put the blanket on the end of the bed and turned on the cloud light beside the bed, it was dim.

“I fink so… I don’t anna mess up daddy’s nice bed…” Will said and looked down, never meeting Hannibal’s understanding gaze. Will rubbed his hands around the soft blue material that covered the bed. Hannibal moved so his knees were touching Will’s.

“It’s okay to want things like that, Will. you don’t always need a reason. But you can have a diaper either way. Come now, up.” Hannibal said and bent to kiss Will’s forehead and lift him up by his armpits. He got Will up on his hip and walked toward the white door. Will stared at Hannibal’s face with so much affection in his gaze it was heart stopping. Hannibal opened the door and Will looked at the new space.

There was a large changing table that was a dark green color with drawers under it. The walls here were all dark navy blue. There was a long counter that ran on the wall opposite of the changing table. The room was maybe twelve by ten but due to the lack of unnecessary objects it didn’t seem crowded. Will relaxed down as Hannibal flipped on the white overhead and laid him down on the padded surface. He didn’t feel nervous strangely enough.

Will held still and watched Hannibal with soft curiosity as he pulled the loose shorts down and off and pulled the oversized underwear off of his legs. He held still and watched as Hannibal pulled a nappy, powder, cream, and a wet wipe out from the drawers below. Will giggled a bit as Hannibal wiped him off and put the cream and powder on his parts. Hannibal smiled at the sound of the soft baby giggles. Will looked at Hannibal expectantly, waiting for the diaper to wrap around his hips but Hannibal was just standing there gazing down at him. He might have been saying something but ‘Daddy loves me I’m such a good baby’ washed around Will’s mind.

“Will, sweetheart, love, my sweet little baby, you need to lift your hips up.” Finally got through Will’s brain fuzz. Will lifted his hips up and the padded material was slipped under his butt. Hannibal smiled as he did up the sides and pulled the green shorts back up onto Will’s body.

Hannibal carried Will back out and over to the bed and snuggled him up in the grey blanket that was waiting for him. Will was far too small to realize that anything was happening as Hannibal laid against the pillows and pulled the swaddled baby into his lap. Will was already asleep by the time Hannibal turned on the movie.

By the time Will woke up in the morning Hannibal had already changed him once and he hadn't even known. Will woke up Big again. This time he wasn’t embarrassed, he was happy, relieved even. He put on his clothes from the day before and went to work. But he didn’t leave without a kiss to his forehead and promise of ‘ again. tonight’

<- Last Chapter

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x-neurotoxin-x · 8 months ago

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Currently taking a short break from updating the paper bag series for at least a week or so (though I'm still brainstorming and outlining the next fic). I've got other projects I'm working on, including 2 collab works for an endabi minibang and a commission, so I'm gonna focus on those for a bit before going back to paper bag

That being said, if youre not caught up or haven't yet read my fucky spinarakidabi fic series yet, now would be a great time to catch up!

It's currently a 7 part fic series at 110k that centers around Dabi, Shigaraki, and Spinner spiraling into unhealthy dynamics while trying to navigate relationships issues and trauma. It's def problematic with some real heavy themes so mind the tags and content warnings k?

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letomills · 2 years ago

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Download for AF: SFS / Mega Download for TF: SFS / Mega

This is something I did for a request on the GOS Wishing Tree. It’s a pantless version of @skittlessims 4t2 GP10 Boots Knee High + Socks Thigh combo as featured in their GP10 Dress Tunic, Skirt Mini Boots and Shorts Paperbag Boots. Poly count: 3,570.

They are for AF and TF, you’ll have to choose if you want TF to be standalone of repo’d to AF. They’re categorized as everyday and outerwear. They come in 12 colors:

If you don’t use Lazy Duchess’s Separates4all mod and/or don’t want them to be enabled for outerwear, you can set them as everyday only using simPE: open a recolor in simPE, open the Property set and change the "category" line from "0x00001007" to "0x00000007".

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daphsmods · 1 year ago

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lexy0108 · 2 years ago

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Your perfect Boyfriend (Part 4)

Joe Quinn x fem reader

Warning ⚠️ adult content

"So I'm going to wear something coxy, right?" You ask.

Joes eyes grew bigger as they already are, you can see the questionmark in his face. "What did you just say?"

"Comfy and sexy, coxy!" You say with a cheeky grin and a wink. "Coxy? You did just make up that word, didn't you? But yeah, why not, coxy sounds great." Joe says. "I have something in mind, something new that you never saw on me...wait a few minutes, babe."

You bought black paperbag pants that make you butt look the juiciest ever, perfect opportunity to show them to the world and Joe obviously.

You add a new thight top to the pants which is burgundy colored, Joes favorite color. The top is short and has a deep neckline in order to show a little skin to your perfect boyfriend. You put the clothes on and a little bit of make up. You look at yourself in the mirror and you think "yes, definitely coxy".

You step into the living room where Joe is sitting on the couch, switching through the TV channels. You step in front of the TV and Joe imidiately starts staring at you as you turn yourself around. His eyes grow bigger and bigger and he already has the biggest brown eyes you have ever seen without them growing bigger. "What do you think, babe?"

You ask.

Joe answers: "I'm not sure..." you become sad as he goes on "...if I can resist you looking like that for the whole evening." You smirk:"Oh come on, Babe. You can have me all night long after the mysterious evening with Jamie." Joe stands up and steps in front of you. He pulls you into a tight hug and kisses you hungrily. His hands move slowly from you back to your butt. You deepen the kiss as Joe lifts you up, his hands still on your butt. You giggle. He leans your back against the wall. A quiet moan escapes your mouth. You're starting to forget about your evening plans as Joes phone vibrates in his pocket. "Didn't know you have a toy in your pocket, babe. You're full of surprises." You say with a wink. "We should definintely try that, sweetheart. But I'm afraid Jamie is already waiting for us." Joe says.

"Oh shit" you jump off of Joes arms as you remember your "date" with Jamie. You run into the hallway, leaving a confused Joe in the living room.

You say loudly: "Move, babe. Don't like the idea of Jamie waiting for us." Joe shakes his head with a smirk and says:"Seems like you love Jamie more than me." You step back into the living room till you stand in front of Joe und say:"Don't be silly, Babe. You know that I love you more than anyone else. Don't be jealous." Joe makes a silly smirk and says:"I know my darling, but it's always nice to hear it. I love you, too." He kisses you carefully.

You two left your apartment and get in an uber. You still don't know where you're going which makes you excited. Joe plays with your hand the whole ride. The car stops and Joe says: "Here we are!" You get out of the car. You look around because you still don't have a clue where you are and what you'll going to do this evening.

You see a bubble tea bar, a fast food restaurant and an ice cream parlour, so still no clue.

Joe takes you hand and guides you to an inconspicuous bar in front stands a small panel on which is written "karaoke night".

"No way! Karaoke? We're going to do karaoke? With Jamie?" Your eyes shine like you just found out that unicorns are real. Joe knows exactly how much you like to sing karaoke. He's perfect, you think.

Joe just gives you a wink and quick kiss on your lips.

"Let's go inside, sweatheart. Jamie is already waiting." Joe says. Without a further word you follow him inside the bar. Inside the bar was very rustic but comfortable.

Jamie is sitting on a table, next to him, his brother, Sam who you know from their further Band which you loved a lot. He jumps up as he sees you and run into Joes arms. "Hello loves, so glad you made it. How big was the surprise, darling? Joe told me how much you love to sing and I just wanted to check out the voice of one of my biggest fans." Jamie says with the brightest smile. You lay your hand on Joes shoulder "The surprise is amazing and my man here is the best." Joe blushes a bit and pulls Jamie into a hug. Afterwards Jamie hugs you and you can see a little bit of jealousy in Joes eyes which makes you shake your head and smile.

You follow Jamie to your table and greet Sam. You don't waist a moment sitting, you imidiately choose your first song, 'it has to be something that you're really good in' you think. But then your current favorite song catches your attention, no way you're sing another song at first. "Jamie, you want to join me?" You ask. "Sure, why not? Just show me which so you chose...oh, okay. That's kinda sexy." He replies. The last words catch Joes attention, his face turns into a bold smirk. You give him a wink as the song starts. "Whats your thoughts about religion? Are you close to your mother?..." your voices sound great together. Joe knows the song too well, because you told him about your favorite song when he was away working. It's "Baby said" by Måneskin. You like the line best that says "you can talk between my legs" for obvious reasons, because of course you love Joe talking between your legs.

As you sing the line Joes throat turns dry, he gets imidiately hungry for the centre of lust between your legs. He needs to swallow that thought and keep it for later. Singing with Jamie is so much fun, just like a dream comes true and you're very concentrated, so you don't mention Joes hungry eyes. Joe trys to distract himself with choosing his all time favorite karaoke song which is "Forever young" by Alphaville and he asks Sam if he wants to accompany him singing. As your song finishes Jamie and you go back to your table, where Sam and Joe had already stand up. Joe grabs your hips and pulls you tight against him. He turns both of your bodys around and kisses you carefully. He lets go of you and goes to the stage. You sit down and enjoy Joes performance. As Joe and Sam finish, they turn back to the table. You laugh a lot and sing one or the other song as the night goes by.

Jamie and Joe are so great together, you can fully understand why the fans call them "Jomie". Jamie says:"Your voice sounds really great, I would love to record a song with you, Joe told me that you write songtexts but that you have trouble with the instrumental part. I could help you out with that. We can meet and jam together a bit if you want to, love."

Your cheeks begin to blush because that's more than you ever dreamed of. "Yea, I'd love to." You say shyly. Jamie continues:"I have to go back to the US in two days, but you can send me some texts and I'll get them through my mind. We can meet again when I'm back in London or when you accompany Joe in the US. What do you think?"

Your paralysed and unable to find more words than: "Sounds amazing" You look in Joes eyes, he is standing right beside you. You bury your face into his chest and murmur "Thank you, babe. You're simply the best thing that ever happened to me..."

Joe pets you head with one hand and kisses your forehead. "... I wanna show you how thankful I am." You continue with a devilish grin. Thanks god you are about to say goodbye anyways. You hug Jamie and Sam and so did Joe. You two leave the bar, your head is spinning and you don't know if it's the fresh air combined with the cocktails that you had during the evening or if it's the great anticipation for what's happening once you're home.

Joe quickly gets you a taxi. He takes your hand and helps you into the taxi. You sit right next to Joe, cuddling up on his side. Your hand moves slowly from his knee upwards. His breath is getting heavier as you tease him. He grabs your wrist and looks at you with a devilish grin. You can't wait until you're home, so you kiss Joe passionately. He deepens the kiss, your tongues dance with eachother. His hand reaches you hip and slides upwards to you boobies. A low moan escapes your mouth. He is kneeding your breast through your shirt first. Your hands reach his curls and play with them, slightly pull his curls. A louder moan escapes his mouth, it was louder than he wants it to be. You stop the kissing and laugh at Joe, he joins in. The taxi stops it's ride, that means that you're home, finally. You jump out of the car as Joe pays the driver. You run up the stairs as fast as you can. Joe follows you and tries to catch you. It takes a little before he succeeds.

He throws you over his shoulder and carries you the last few meters to the door of your apartment. You're squeaking and laughing loudly, the neighbours might hear you.

Somehow he manages to open the door. He takes you to the bedroom and throws you on the bed. Joe starts to tickle the spots above your hips. You can't stop giggling and he loves it so much. You are perfect for him, he thinks. Just as you think he's the perfect man for you.

To be continued...

#joe quinn #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn stranger things #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #stranger things smut #joe quinn smut #joe quinn x you

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