#they make me sick *puts them in my mouth and starts munching*

[maryn00b]

tim drake and his weird ass hair

if you saw the typo no u didnt

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[thebluester2020]

Ok loved the Seb maid post, but now I’m curious about the other Bachelors having a maid kink 👀 Your work is 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Thank you for the compliment, anon! Thankfully, I have a whole laundry list for the bachelors and how they'd be with a maid!reader <3 (Sorry this took so long to get out anon! Thanksgiving break + getting ready for finals, and Christmas has me in a chokehold rn 😔)

Warning(s): Rough Sex (For Shane and Alex mostly tbh), Munch Elliot, Sub!Harvey,

SDV Bachelors Having A Maid Kink

Shane

Y'all already know I have beef with this man so I'll start the slander early.

He's putting you to work, you're going to earn your paycheck when he comes into the cafe. And not through breaking your back trying to fulfill his seemingly never-ending orders of drinks, or him inviting you over to do cutesy hand signs, oh no, that's just part of the job.

I'm talking, he'll be the last customer to leave, and why? Because he has to fulfill his trope of being the "Ugly Bastard" that's always spotted in those NTR mangas (aka bending you over the cashier counter while fucking you to the point of nearly being braindead, all while you tell him how much you just loooveeee your master)

♡ - "C'mon maid, it's like you're not even trying to earn a fat tip."

This guy had been in the cafe since the early evening. For a while now, he'd been watching you and practically breaking your back with the amount of requests he'd been giving you! From requesting drink after drink after drink, to inviting you over to perform little love songs and even draw hearts in his drinks. It'd been non-stop and you were nearly sick of it! So sick of it in fact, that you hadn't even noticed how your customer had been practically eye-fucking you your entire shift. He imagined bending you over and fucking you stupid on almost every piece of furniture available in the cafe.

But his favorite location so far? The cashier counter.

The idea of someone walking in and witnessing him plow the cutest maid of the cafe until she was sobbing for more of his dick had him sporting the biggest hard-on he's ever had in his life.

Luckily, however, his dreams and fantasies seem to be coming true more often lately.

"F-Fuck!" You whined when Shane suddenly slapped your ass, your eyes beginning to well up with tears from the pain as it started to mix in with the pleasure, his cockhead bullying your poor cervix as you grabbed at the edge of the counter for dear life. Shane chuckled when one of your hands came behind you to weakly push at his thigh, hoarse whines and moans of 'Gimme a break' leaving your kiss-swollen lips. "You sure you want a break cutie?" He cooed. "You look like you're enjoying my cock soooooo much though~" As he leaned down, he pressed some of his weight down onto you, his hot breath fanning against your ear as his hands on the sides of your waist pulled you onto his cock even harder.

"If you really want a break, then beg your master a bit more properly."

You sucked in a breath, your pussy clenching harder around Shane's length at the way his words rolled off his tongue. "Well?" He panted, grabbing at your hair to pull your head up so he wouldn't miss anything you said. And eventually, you shook your head, a laugh nearly erupting from Shane as you had basically admitted to him that you loved his cock way too much to even think of a break.

And since that was the case— "Get your hand off my thigh then slut," He tsked. You gasped when he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to your sides, using the new leverage to fuck into you even harder, tearing groans and high-pitched whines from your throat as the feeling of the veins along the sides of Shane's thick cock rubbed against your walls threatened to make your head spin. "L-Love your cock...!" You said, a brainless giggle leaving your mouth at the end. One that nearly made Shane gasp with how much harder he suddenly got at your words and how shamelessly you said them.

"What was that?" Impossibly, he fucked you even harder, the fat of your ass rippling at the sheer force of his thrusts, creating a delicious scene that Shane struggled to take his eyes off of as you tried to look at him over your shoulder. "Say that again."

"M-Master..." You moaned. "L-Love your cock!" Your thighs trembled at the force of your impending orgasm, drool dribbling down the corner of your lips as the knot in the pit of your stomach grew almost unbearably hot. "Iloveitloveitloveitloveittttt!" Your customer smirked at your crying devotion to his dick, his grip around your wrists tightening as a deep groan escaped his throat with how you suddenly squirted all over his dick, your gushing heat pushing him to his own orgasm as he suddenly pressed himself as deep as he could go into your pussy.

A long sigh drew out of your lips, your forehead falling against the counter as you moaned softly to the feeling of your customer's thick cum filling up your insides.

By far, he had to be your favorite master.

Elliot

King of Respect. Very mindful, very demure.

His kink comes in the form of the trope of "Maid does a poor job of cleaning so the master has to teach her how to do her job correctly".

You accidentally spilled tea on Elliot's lap while serving it to him? No problem! Not only would he help you clean, but he'd even give you tips on how to properly serve and clean up your messes, how generous!

In a more straightforward term, it's Elliot being the classical munch.

♡ - Your customer was really good at teaching you how to be a better maid.

When you had accidentally spilled tea on his lap earlier, you had expected him to be angry and cause such a commotion that it'd spark your boss to come out of his office and fire you on the spot! But, he hardly flinched when the room-temperature tea touched him, simply waving it off with a smile and telling you not to worry your head about it.

In fact...he was even willing to teach you how to properly serve tea, as well as how not to spill it so clumsily! And this teaching was, by far, the best one you could have ever gotten from a customer you had just met twenty minutes prior. "Mmm...don't spill the tea dear," Your customer warned from behind you as he sucked your cute clit, slurping up your juices and licking his lips like a dog would lick its chops after a meal. "Otherwise, we'd have to reset the timer, and that wouldn't be fun for you...wouldn't it?" You whined at the feeling of Elliot's long tongue fucking in and out of your cunt, the teacup on top of the serving plate shaking so loudly that you feared someone would come in to witness you being eaten out by a customer.

However, Elliot was good with stealing away any such frivolous thoughts when his fingers began to tease your sex while his lips teasingly kissed your thighs and ass. "Keep still dear," You almost hear the smirk on his ridiculously soft lips. "The cup sounds like it's about to fall~" A shudder ran throughout your body when Elliot suddenly stuck a finger inside of you while his other hand came to massage your ass.

You, oh so badly, wanted to tell your customer to hurry up and make you cum. For the last ten minutes or so, you'd been dangling on the ultra-fine line between cumming and not cumming, each time you'd clench your twitching cunt around Elliot's fingers or your clit would throb in his mouth, he'd suddenly tear himself away and smirk in your face like a wicked fox!

"You can't cum just yet, you haven't learned how to properly do you job yet..." He'd say it in such an alluring voice that it was useless to try and talk back to him, to bat your eyes and attempt to convince him to make you cum. Not that you were complaining exactly, such a handsome man eating you out? His eyes hooded as he focused intensely on his work of making you feel as if you were always seconds away from cloud nine.

And rapidly, you were beginning to approach that peak once again. "M-Master..." You whispered as seductively as you could in the moment without sounding like a shaken-up rabbit. "Please...let me cum," You begged, shaking your ass ever so slightly in an attempt to have his fingers dig further into you.

You clenched when he hummed against you, his fingers leaving your weeping sex with a lewd 'pop'. "Hm...should I?" He moaned when he licked your slick off of his fingers, your taste only making him strain even harder against his slacks. "Have you learned how to properly do your job dear?" You nodded your head all too eagerly, panting out a series of 'Yesyesyesyes!' to your lover as you watched him through blurry eyes slowly stand up from his position behind you. Your tongue licked across your bottom lip as Elliot started to undo his belt.

"If that's the case, I suppose we should put your words to the test, hm?"

Sam

Similar to Sebastion, but I think he would like the possibly of "corrupting" a maid. When he went with Sebastion to Zuzu City and saw how you were doing such a good job, being nice and polite to the customers and generally just being so pretty that he could hardly believe his eyes.

All he could wonder was "What if I molded her to be the perfect maid for me?"

And so he did, classic blondie with blue eyes style, he flirted his way until you (during your work shift mind you!) led him to the storage room in the back and flipped up your skirt for him without a second thought.

♡ - "You're sooooo pretty, miss~"

Amid the lewd sound of your customer's balls slapping against your clit, your skirt flipped up to reveal your ass as your customer currently groped your chest over your clothes. He'd been repeating that same sentence to you for the last few minutes since you had snuck him into the breakroom! Choked-up moans and high-pitched whines tore from your throat as he fucked you into the breakroom's dirty couch, all as if you were some cheap whore!

And to be frank, you might as well have been one at this moment.

Your customer was just too charming when he flirted with you so shamelessly as you worked, nearly forgetting all about his poor friend who eyed you up and down just as much as the blonde did! Thankfully for Sam, however, you found his charms to be just a little cuter, which is why he was balls-deep inside of you right now, cooing all sorts of cute praises in your ear as he hugged your body to his torso like he was afraid that you'd disappear the second he eased up.

"S-Such a cute fucking pussy..." Sam whined in your ear, his rhythm beginning to stutter as he felt himself approaching his high almost embarrassingly fast. "Please...pleasepleaseplease let me cum inside baby," He pleaded. Your cunt tightened around his length at his begging, a gasp leaving your lips when Sam's hand traveled from your breasts to flip up your skirt even more, all so he could rub your throbbing clit. "Fuck!" You cried at the almost mind-numbing pleasure.

Your pulse raced in your ears, your juices dripping from your pussy even more now that he was rubbing your clit like he was just begging for you to go insane! Your arms started to shake, your head lifting tiredly to look over your shoulder at the tear-eyed blonde as you could've sworn you saw hearts form in his eyes when he opened them to look at you. "T-Too much..." You whined. "Baby, please...you're so fucking deep...c-can't handle...it!"

"Yes you can," He insisted before pressing his lips against yours. He whispered a soft 'you have to' against your lips as his lithe fingers increased their movement on your clit even more, constantly switching between a pace of teasingly slow and mind-numbingly fast. Your hand shot to Sam's wrist, fruitlessly trying to get him to slow down before you had let out a drawn-out moan against Sam's lips as you climaxed. Your cunt clenching so impossibly tight on his cock that the blonde could only manage a few more thrusts before he stilled against you with a groan.

The warmth of his cum flooding your insides almost made you sleepy, along with your shaky arms and how tired you were, it only increased that feeling by tenfold as you hesitantly parted your lips from your customer's, a single string of spit still connecting the both of you as Sam held a lovesick look in his eyes.

He took a moment to further catch his breath before he spoke. "When...when do you get off? So I can see you again."

Alex

Okay so hear me out, I can't see Alex going to a maid cafe but—

I can see his grandparents hiring a maid to help out around the house. Every day from 9am to 7pm.

The way you so sweetly helped out his grandparents made his heart skip beats, and the way his grandmother referred to you as a daughter only solidified his budding crush on you!

The final nail in the coffin, however? It was when you were cleaning his room and, in the middle of you changing his bedsheets, the sight of you bent over his bed nearly made him dizzy with how fast blood rushed to his dick.

It was only natural that he decided to fuck you on his bed while his grandparents were out!

♡ - You loved working for Evelyn and George.

When you first came to the valley searching for a job, the older couple hired you without a second thought! And they paid extremely well for such an otherwise simple job description, all you had to do was clean the house, cook a few meals when Evelyn was unable, and even occasionally help Evelyn water her plants! It was the perfect job, and that wasn't even taking into consideration that the couple's grandson was very handsome.

And he thought the same way about you as well. After a long day of working, sometimes he'd be blessed by Yoba enough to spot your skin shiny with sweat. The sight of droplets falling in between the valley of your breasts when he'd see you sitting down for a moment to catch your breath, tired from an hour straight of cleaning...his cock would get hard so fast that it nearly left him dizzy.

Suddenly, he couldn't function right if he didn't quickly excuse himself to go masturbate in the shower, imagining your mouth sucking on his cockhead as he gently coaxed you into taking him even further into your mouth. Your hands bracing yourself against his muscled thighs as the warmth of your tight mouth would eventually have him finishing inside and down your throat.

Alas, it was only a daydream.

Until it wasn't, one day he walked in on you changing his bedsheets, your dress unknowingly riding up your ass as you bent over to fit the sheets onto his bed. The poor guy nearly passed out from how hard he got! Luckily for him and you, he was able to release all that pent-up tension he had for you on you. Which left him with the only viable option left—

Fuck you like a dog on his bed! And thankfully, Alex's grandparents were out.

"Fuucckk..." Alex moaned into your ear, his body currently curled over yours as his arms wrapped around you to pull you even tighter against his body. Your cunt was addicting, in fact, he almost felt insulted that you were walking around his grandparents' house with such an unbelievably tight pussy! Pliant and eager to take every inch of his dick while making the lewdest noises.

"Maybe you should quit being a maid, huh?" He purred in your ear.

You gasped when he nipped the shell of your ear, your arms beginning to shake more and more as Alex fucked into your cunt even harder. His thick length was rubbing against allll the right spots inside of you. "C-Can't handle—Fuck!"

Alex laughed. "C-Can't handle? What?" He mocked you. "My dick? Maybe you shouldn't have looked so good bent over my bed." You could imagine a smirk decorating his face as you felt his dick twitch inside of you, the embarrassing sounds of your pussy seeming to grow louder as you rapidly approached your orgasm. Yet when his cockhead began to batter against your cervix, that delicious sting of pain made you crumble over as you submitted to your sudden orgasm. "Fuck yeah, juussttt like that~"

Alex's hands grabbed at your skin as he leaned back, situating his hands on your hips to pull you back onto his cock even harder as he enjoyed the sight of your gushing pussy practically having a seizure on his cock. When you whined from overstimulation, however, Alex couldn't help but sigh, he almost felt bad that he had to ignore your cute whines for the moment! It was far too hard for him to part from your cute cunt just yet, especially when he wasn't even close to his orgasm. "Bear with me for a little longer, will you pretty?" He chuckled.

"I'm not even close to being finished with you yet~"

Harvey

Kinda similar to Elliot and Alex's in a way? You were hired to help keep his place cleaning, after all, being a doctor meant that Harvey had an extremely busy schedule and thus couldn't be at home all the time!

When he first met you, he already thought you were super kind-hearted and seemed extremely dedicated to your job. He couldn't help how he developed a little bit of a liking towards you at first meeting!

But, like any man, there was always a fall.

And his fall came pretty fast when he came home a little earlier than usual one day, you were on your knees wiping some spilled cleaning fluid off the wooden floorboards.

The outline of your underwear against your dress was so lewd that Harvey fell like a stack of cards against the wind.

♡ - A pair of writhing bodies were on the floor, moaning and panting as hands ran over each other's respective bodies and beads of sweat dripped down their skins. Harvey had a mind to feel bad with how quickly he suggested you clean something else when he had spotted you on the ground, yet luckily for him, you were willing and all too eager to take up a new cleaning task.

One that quickly turned from you sucking him off to you now fucking him like a bitch in heat on the floor, your face tucked into the side of his neck as your ass slapped against his thighs, his hands grasping at your sides desperately in order to further aid you in fucking yourself on his dick.

"Y-Yoba Y/N...t-too fast...!" His moans were so cute, you thought.

But so unbecoming of your master! He was the one who sported an obvious hard-on when you had turned your head to see him staring at your ass so obviously! The least he could do was handle your speed as you fucked him on the floor. "Bear with it, won't you master~?" You pressed a sloppy kiss on his lips, his mustache tickling your face a little before you pressed a hand on his chest to raise yourself up a little. Your cunt clenched tighter around him at the lewd sight before you, your master being flushed in the face with lipstick marks all over him!

Cute pants and whines choked out of his throat along with confused babbling for you to both fuck him harder as well as slow down! It was quite the ego-booster, having a usually composed doctor be so easy to ruin with your pussy. "Oh please, master—" You leaned back down to whisper in Harvey's ear as you slowed down just as he requested, instead grinding back against his cock which seemed to make the doctor whine and grab your hips even louder. "—try to bear with me a little longer, will you please? You're too cute to let go of!" You giggled, your laughter quickly turning into gasping moans as your master started to fuck back up into you.

A tight knot quickly started to form in his stomach, sending him into a spiral of almost blinding pleasure as your pussy was practically begging to suck the cum out of his cock!

He tried to hold back, a weak and needless attempt to impress you more than he already had, but when you had kissed him, tangling your fingers into his hair. That was all he needed before he stilled against you with a muffled cry.

You sighed at the warmth that flooded inside of you, gently fucking yourself on Harvey a little more in an attempt to milk even more of his cum out of him before he whispered 'Too sensitive' against your lips. Thus, you gave him a little reprieve with a smirk. "You've been holding out on me doctor," You chuckled. "We definitely can't stop here!" Your urge to fuck yourself stupid on him grew even more when his eyes widened like a confused puppy's.

You had a new job assignment, fuck your master until he made you dumb on his dick, of course!

[sarah-denial-cq]

I'm on my knees, looking at another girl who's on *her* knees, looking at me. Someone is standing behind me, my long braid wrapped up in their hand. The other girl looks scared.

"strip.". We're both wearing identical matching bra and panties. We both look away from each other as we take them off, too nervous to look- until I feel a yank, hard, on my hair. "No, look right in each other's eyes. Look at her tits. You're both fucking porn, act like it. "

I feel the hand slap my ass. The other girl winces, seeing the pain on my face. "Tell her she's just porn, just like you. She's nothing."

I look at her carefully. Her makeup is running from crying. She's already been beat quite a bit. "You're just porn. You're nothing." She just looks at me silently. "Keep going".

I look right at her. I try to summon up my contempt for her. She could have been so much. Now she's here on her knees in front of me stripped and crying. So vulnerable. "You're a stupid, stupid bitch" I start laying into her. "You're pathetic. No self respecting woman would let this happen to her.". The girl starts sobbing. I feel the approval from behind me and I can't help but start insulting her and betraying her for the approval of the force of that hand in my braid and the validation I know I'll find there if I just do a good enough job tearing down this victim.

I'm going to make her a victim.

"you're shit. You're barely a person, you just sit there and strip and cry.". I start getting into it. I'm masturbating on my knees staring at this helpless naked loser crying. "Go on, cunt, touch yourself while I insult you.". She's touching herself, one hand between her legs and one on her nipple. I can't tell if she's doing it to impress the one behind me or just to self soothe or because- "fuck, you actually like this? You sick puppy. You're not even rape bait, because I don't think you're even capable of having an opinion on who gets to use you. Nobody thinks of you as anything other than a slutty, easy, fuckdoll. You're going to remember this moment for the rest of your life. I hate you. I hope you get drugged and passed around a party. You deserve to be pinned down by somebody and fucked dry. You, oh my god," the hand is twisting in my hair and this poor girl is absolutely sobbing at all the abuse and I'm filled with traitorous contempt as I realize her flush is half crying and half arousal and I see- "you whore. Don't you dare cum. You sick fuck, you rug munching cock sucking ass eating porn making easy access " I think the bitch is actually going to cum, I feel all the approval in the world from behind me as I realize this is what they want, they want to see if I can truly betray this victim they brought for me to abuse to get them off, this is my value to them, to hurt this girl, I go harder, I feel a hand on the back of my neck, "failure, nobody takes you seriously, everybody just imagines putting you on your knees any time you open your stupid mouth, people on the street look at you and imagine raping you, your colleagues call you names behind your back, you're going to be like this forever, you stupid, stupid, stupid-"

I feel, somehow, the pull on my braid that tells me to shut up. I look at the girl I've been tearing down to earn approval. She's quietly crying. Both her hands have come up to her tits. I hear the voice behind me. "Spit on her."

I... hesitate. Do I really hate this poor girl enough to do that, is she, okay with that? Do I care about that more than I care about doing what I'm told? She looks so afraid. She looks so... you know what? She looks like she deserves it. She deserves it.

I spit on the mirror.

"good girl", I hear.

[a-hazbin-reader]

Hey‼️

Soooo I was wondering if u could maybe possibly write an alastor x reader where reader has a secrets admirer and alastor is super jealous but he can't show it bc they're technically only friends and acting protective would be weird.

Bonus points if the read is completely oblivious to his jealousy and eats the snacks from the gift baskets all the time, right in front of him, and wonders why his eyes is twitching so much.

Pleaseee?

👀 I don't have time for this but-

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being a red flag fr

Description: ☝️⬆️

What does Alastor care if someone wants you? He has no interest in taking you for himself. Nope. Not. At. All.

Would laugh if anybody tried to claim he felt something for you other than mild fondness

It's just been a particularly annoying few weeks because of all the gifts being sent to the hotel with your name on them, from some persistent admirer

So he does his best to convince you that they aren't good enough for you

Alastor feels his mood sour when he hands you a bouquet of flowers, your face lighting up at the sight of them as you hold them like they're precious

He misses the way your smile falters a bit when you read the tag, a small part of you hoping they were from the demon in front of you instead

"Another lackluster gift from what must surely be the most lackluster admirer on this side of the pentagram. Just look at how wilted those flowers are already!"

You shake your head and toy with the petals on the flowers, picking off the dying ones delicately

He loves me... he loves me not...

"Oh hush, it's rather darling that someone took time out of their day to give me something so thoughtful.."

You walk away to put the bouquet into a vase so you miss the twitch in Alastor's eye, the tight clenching of teeth and fierce grip on his staff

"Thoughtful? Those are yellow roses! Yellow roses stand for friendship, not romance! You can do so much better!"

Or another time, you offered him a chocolate, munching away on sweets while holding a heart-shaped box

"Are you confessing to me? You shouldn't, I'm quite the heartbreaker just so you know~"

He regrets saying the words the moment they leave his mouth, but they're the only thing keeping a blush off his face, taking a chocolate to shut himself up

You only hum and roll your eyes, putting a hand on your hip as you shake the box at him, mostly all an attempt to get his eyes on the candies instead of your blushing face

"No, my secret little lover dropped off a bunch of these and I can't possibly be expected to eat all of this myself, now can I?"

The sweet treat suddenly feels bitter in his mouth and he wants to rip up the box in your hand

"Oh, so that's why these taste so uninspired! Most likely store bought instead of homemade, such a shame."

You only snort and shake your head, popping another chocolate into your pretty mouth

"Who makes homemade chocolates anymore? Let alone take time out of their day to have them delivered to me?"

Alastor is embarrassed by the warmth and genuine emotion in his voice, his smile softening as he looks you over

"Someone who cares about you enough to recognize you're worth the effort, my dear."

He leaves quickly to avoid any further embarrassment, blushing deeply and sliding the rest of the candy boxes into the trash on his way out

"A-Alastor!!"

"I'm simply doing you a favor, my dear!"

He doesn't see your sputtering and blushing as you try to comprehend what just happened

Alastor can handle the flowers, chocolates and all other sorts of gifts but when the letters start pouring in?? He's about to lose his mind

It's been at least three letters a week, and he's sick of finding them outside the hotel. He actually rips up the ones he gets to first

He finds Charlie and Angel leaning over your shoulder and reading a letter in your hands, a soft blush on your face

Charlie was cooing over how sweet the letter was while Angel was obviously teasing you, making your blush deepen

"And just what is that in your hands, my dear?"

You jump and try to hide the letter but Angel quickly snatches it away to keep reading it, laughing as he does

"Toots here got another love letter from her secret admirer~ They think she's just the most precious babe around~"

Charlie is squealing and fanning herself with her hands as she jumps up and down, making you groan and hide your face in your hands

"Isn't it just so romantic? They're really head over heels in love with her!"

Alastor feels his eye twitch as he snatches the letter from Angel to read it over himself, ignoring the noise of protest that comes from you

Finally, he glances over at you, crumpling the letter up and ripping it into pieces in front of everyone

"Well now! That was about the worst thing I've read all day!"

It felt good to rip it up, picturing it to be your admirer instead

You stand there in shock, eyeing the bits of paper then Alastor, Angel and Charlie slowly backing out of the room only to peek their heads back in

"They... they said I was beautiful."

Well... now he feels a little bad...

He recovers quickly though and wraps a casual arm around you, guiding you away from the mess as Niffty runs in to clean it up

"That's exactly what they wrote in the last one! It's nothing new, I'm afraid! Truly, you deserve better than that!"

You pout and lean your head on him a little, trying not to look disappointed about the letter

"Yeah? And just what do I deserve?"

He grins at you and leans in, pulling you closer to him

"Let me show you, my dear~"

You simply roll your eyes as you let him lead you out of the hotel on a walk, enjoying the weight of his arm around you

There's no more secret admirer after that, which suits you both just fine

Here~

[seattlesellie]

hi angelll 🦋 I was wondering if you could write something about ellie having a dacryphilia kink, if not that’s okay I know it’s a little bit out there 🩵

not out there at all bb <3

ellie fucking loves in when you cry.

warnings: darcyphilia, public sex

fucking titanic. so cheesy, too.

little muffled soft sobs were escaping your mouth. sometimes watching a film in the theater made it feel… well, real. eyes locked on the screen, you couldnt help but feel pain. why did it have to happen to them? and that little old couple holding hands? and oh god - jack and rose were on that fucking door now too? youve watched that shit about a million times already, and it never failed to make you act like this. is the salty taste on your tongue from the buttery popcorn or from your flood of tears?

“mmph” you scrunched your nose, sniffling, trying to hold the snot inside.

and then there was ellie. munching on that popcorn, eyes focused on the screen, caressing your thigh, comforting you. did she just - hold in a giggle?

“s’not- not funny” you sniffled, josteled her, making her head bob.

“know its not, babe- just, so cute” she whispered, her lip curling into a sly smile. “so cute, youre so cute” she while smiling, and shoved another popcorn in her mouth.

“how are you not crying?!” you blurted out, utterly flabbergasted. how was she so calm about this? you could feel your own body trembling, tears clinging to your cheeks like pesky little irritants, and she didn't seem remotely fazed? It's rose and jack, for christs sake! theyre destined for a tragic end! not to mention the sinking ship, the countless lives at stake, and, oh my god, what if there were innocent animals aboard? what if there's a helpless puppy trapped in that chaos? that thought alone is just...

you let out a loud sob. what if?!

“shh… shh… gonna get us kicked out” she cooed, gently brushing away yet another warm tear from your cheek.

you turned your gaze back to the screen, desperately attempting to swallow the lump lodged in your throat. “els- cant not cry” you whimpered, followed by a sniffle and another plaintive whine.

ellie didnt turn her head back, however. ellie was staring at you, squinting her brows. ellie was supposed to watch the movie. but ellie had a different one playing in her head.

the way you uttered her name, a soft, pleading whine, oh… the way that sweet voice made her feel. your words spun her mind in dizzying circles.. “els… too tight” sniffle. she almost heard it echoing in her head. “hurting me, els” oh god. “s’too much ellie…” shit. she felt like she was writing a script. jack and rose didnt have shit on her.

she gulped. you didnt notice.

her left hand reached out to caress the dampness you had left upon her shoulder. she lightly pinched the fabric, witnessing a small droplet of moisture emerge, wetting her fingertip.

she was sick.

she shifted in her sit, slid off it slightly, and started shaking her leg.

focus on the movie, ellie. theres people around.

it was suddenly too hot, and her heart was beating too fast. why did she… like this? why did those tears, why did those whines… why were her boxers feeling tighter on her body?

she cleared her throat silently. eyes on the screen, ellie.

“hug me ellie” you whined.

can you stop fucking whining?

“of course” she whispered, and shifted to get closer. she wiped a tear from your eye. she wasnt laughing now. “put your head on my chest” she commanded. stay close right there, right there.

your tears continued to flow unabated. a wet patch had formed on her white tank top, marking the spot where your emotions had spilled over. one of your tears trickled down her chest, forging a path akin to a meandering river.

she felt like scratching herself. like slapping herself in the face. she listened to your soft breaths, and occasional sniffs.

she wondered if she could make you cry like that. wondered if youd sniff like that, if youd whine like that, when she was buried deep inside. could she circle your little clit with her thumb? and then could she wipe that tear off your cheek - with that same finger?

she gulped again. it was way too uncomfortable now, and why did you have to wear that top? why did you have to bring her here? why did your whines sound so cute, and why did she need to touch you right now and be the only reason for your tears?

fuck rose and jack. and fuck that ship.

her hand was still resting on your thigh. but it was moving now, ever so slightly, caressing it. she wanted to push it, push your buttons. she traced little circles on your thigh, and pretended to watch the flick playing on the screen.

her hand climbed futher up, and she was observing you intently from the corner of her eye.

your breath hitched up. “tickles” you murmured, in between sniffles.

“sorry” she whispered. she wasnt.

“you really are cute, though” she smirked.

every time she talked - its like you missed a scene. what if jack just died? what it he died and then your girlfriend called you cute and now you missed it?

“watch the movie, ellie” you warned.

like you could ever fucking warn her.

“m’watching it” she responded. “watching the movie.” if you were the movie you referred to, yeah, she was watching.

she planted a little kiss on your cheek. the old man sitting besides you sniffed. oh man, was he crying? the thought triggered yet another tear to cascade down your face. it felt as if someone had left a faucet running, the tears flowing without restraint.

her hand was caressing higher on your thigh now, and she squished the fat on the side. it almost hurt. ellie was wheezing now, she tried to hold her breath, but she couldnt.

she cupped your cunt, without warning.

shit.

her gaze adverted to the people sitting on the sits next to you. she was checking if theyd notice if she fucked you with her fingers right now.

the sudden contact made you jump. her hand was so warm, and it somehow managed to press right on your clit, and it tickled, but it felt so so good… but jack- but oh, ellie.

“what are you doing?” you whispered frantically. the lady sitting next to you cleared her throat. you didnt really whisper, apparently.

“i told you… youre cute” ellie whispered into your ear, her warm breath gently caressing your skin.

“and i like it when you cry”

oh.

you didnt respond. was the movie still rolling? your cheeks were still wet. your breathing got heavier.

she caressed your cunt through your jeans, and crossed her legs. she needed her own type of friction, too. her index finger went up and down the hem of the jeans located right on your clit. she was teasing it, pressing slightly. you spread your legs, involuntarily, almost. you looked at her with this look, it was filled with doubt, but god did you look needy, and pathetic, eyes glistening and cheeks burning. it drove her crazy.

“dont look at me, look at the screen” she commanded, brought her hand to your chin, pinched it and forced your face to shift towards the screen again. you tried to, tried to fixate on the moving characters, but fuck - it felt too good, and you needed more.

“gonna fuck you right here, gonna give you a real reason to cry, yeah?” she whispered, and you shivered. her pupils were blown out. for all she knew the movie was over and the credits rolled up. for all she knew a mall cop was standing right in front of you, she didnt really give a fuck.

“mm- yeah?” you whimpered, and slapped your hand on your mouth. fuck, you needed to stay quiet. this could definitely put you on a list.

ellie took the popcorn container and placed it on your crotch.

“shut up” she whispered in your ear, making you moan a string of curse words.

she shifted her eyes towards the screen, and pretended to watch.

her hand skillfully opened the button of your jeans, and fuck, you were shaking.

she played with the band of your panties with her veiny hand, gave it a twist and started pulling it up. it was grazing over your clit so good. you held back a moan, eyes rolling back.

your heart was beating so fast. what if people saw? what if-

ellie let go of your panties, and slid her hand right in. god, you were soaking, and you didnt even notice. she chuckled. shed give you shit for it later. “how are you always so wet for me?” its like you could read her thoughts.

her middle finger played with your sleek, brushing it up and down so slowly. she wanted to fucking taste it. pull your pants down, and start licking your pussy in front of everyone, giving them a real good fucking show. your mind went blank. ellie, ellie, ellie. that was the name of the movie playing now.

she bit her knuckle. she fucking loved teasing you, but fuck did she need to put a finger in, fuck- did she need to feel how tight you swallow it in, how your hole just clenches, how it owns her, holding her locked inside.

she wanted to - but she couldnt. make her cry.

her finger merely grazed your tight hole, teasing it. she wouldnt go inside, absolutely not. she caressed it up and down, and side to side, and then almost, almost let it slip inside, but pulled back. your mouth was watering, you wanted to chase that climax - you felt like you could come right then and there, just from knowing, just from feeling her hand on your cunt. the noise that came out was disgusting, her hand was covered in your sweet juices, creating obscene squelching sounds.

you whimpered in your sit, and tried pushing your hips forward. if she didnt put it inside, you needed to feel at least something on your clit. she was purposely avoiding it. its like you were cockwarming her hand. “m’god” you gulped.

“yeah?” she whispered into your ear and cupped your cunt again, and you turned your needy gaze to her for just a second. her eyes were closed and her eyebrows were squinting, you could hear her heavy unsteady breaths.

you whimpered, and bit your lips so hard they bled slightly. keep fucking quiet, she told you to shut up.

with her hand cupping your cunt, she began moving it up and down, grabbing your entire pussy with her hand. the popcorn container moved with it, bobbing up and down. fuck, thank god its dark.

she gave your clit a pinch, and it fucking hurt, but it felt so good, sending small jolts of pleasure to your body. she wouldnt let it go, just pinched it, and then released, and pinched it again. you needed to cum so bad, you almost cried. “m’ellie… ellie” you whispered while moaning her name, chanting it like a prayer. almost there, almost exploded all over her warm hand,

its like she read your mind. “dont cum” she whispered in your ear, making you let out a muffled moan.

you nodded your head frantically, trying to swallow the moans threatening to leave your mouth.

a tear formed in your eye. you needed it so bad.

she formed circles with her cupped hand again. you could feel everything. you took your sweater covered hand and bit it down.

she was panting in her sit.

“thats it” she whispered in your ear, and pinched your pussy lips together, so swollen, so pathetic.

the hot tear came down so fast, dropping on your cheek, and then sledding down on your neck, on your chest now.

“cry about it” she commanded, whispering in your ear, trying to hold back her own sounds of pleasure.

so you did.

[idk-whatimdoinghere123]

Emeto Story

TW:emeto

If u dont like it dont read it

i just need to get this off my chest before i explode from excitement so my bf and I were lying on the couch watching movies and stuff, his head is on my lap. He was munching on snacks for a while but then he starts shifting uncomfortably so I just rub his shoulder a bit. Then this man starts burping quietly and sits up and leans over. I ask him whats wrong(0bviously getting excited) he says that his stomach feels weird and feels like hes abt to throw up. Now he doesnt know im into this kinda stuff but when he gets sick he gets RLLY sick and has trouble bringing anything up so he looks at me with these pleading eyes and asks me for help. So we walk over to the toilet and hang out there for a bit and when nothing does come up he starts like violently burping into the toilet. without thinking I asked him if i could put my fingers in his mouth, he does look at me for a bit but he nods in defeat. WHEN I TELL U THIS IS THE HOTTEST THING IVE DONE. so i reach into his mouth which is hot and sticky and he gags right after i insert them in. I put them deeper until he lets out a wet gag and i feel liquid hitting my fingers so i pull them out. That ends up bringing up like three waves of chunky puke. my poor baby was so exhausted after that he just slowly slumped on my chest. After a while his belly started making noises but we got cleaned up and i led him to bed and then i just started rubbing his belly and stroking his hair until he fell asleep. my poor boy is still asleep but hopefully he feels better soon.

[tomssexdoll]

Hiiiii!!! I just want to say I love your work!! if you haven't already can u please do one where tom is sick and the reader takes care of him and hes super clingy.

Thank You!!!!! Love you!!!

hi love! tysm for all the support ur so kind <3

Sick

PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Tom has been feeling sick lately, after a meet and greet he contracted someones sickness. He's been really clingy and whiny but you love it, you take care of him because you adore and love him. A/N: this era ofc cause why tf not WARNINGS: none, just love <3

Tom has been feeling really sick lately, throwing up and sneezing quite a lot. He had a meet and greet a few days ago and thinks he contracted someones sickness, he did infact shake so many hands.

He whined and pulled me closely as I was walking by, "y/n..come here" I giggled and pulled away as he tried to kiss me "eww tom you have snot all over your nose, there's no way i'm gonna catch your sickness."

"You're so mean" he groaned and turned away from me, I rolled my eyes playfully "stop acting like a child Tom, here put your hands out" I tapped him, he turned a little and peeked at me, holding out his hands as I squirted some hand sanitizer onto them. "Rub it in, i'm not doing absolutely everything for you baby" I chuckled. He sighed dramatically loud and rubbed the sanitzer in his hands.

"Stay here and rest, I'm popping out to the shops and getting you some things" he whined again but I just ignored it, as much as I loved him he got so clingy when he was sick.

I got into my car and drove to the local pharmicist, buying medicine and a few snacks for him, the ones I knew he loved.

I returned home and heard his heavy footsteps as soon as I came to the door, he must of heard my car in the driveway.

He opened the door and hugged me tightly, "I missed you baby" he kissed the top of my head like 20 times. "Relax Tommy, go back to the couch and I'll show you what I got" I smiled.

He raced to the couch and I sat down beside him, opening the back and pulling out the medicine, along with his favourite snacks, his eyes lit up "holy shit! i love these!" he smiled brightly and kissed my cheek "thankyou schatz, ich liebe dich." He instantly starting munching on the chips I got him, groaning "it's so good" I chuckled "yeah yeah, time for medicine liebe, open up" I grabbed the bottle of medicine and poured it onto a tablespoon, grabbed the spoon from me and poured it into his mouth, gagging a litttle "fuck that tastes like shit" making dramatic faces and noises, I giggled "it's not that bad don't be dramatic."

Later in the night I woke up to him coughing quite badly, I winced, not wanting him to be in pain. I got up and got the medicine again and heated up some chicken noodle soup I had made for him before.

I softly woke him up, "liebe..you were coughing pretty badly, sit up so I can give you these" I turned the bedside lamp on and waited for him to sit up. He groggily got up, his eyes still shut.

"Ughh..I hate being sick.." he whimpered, taking the spoon of medicine from me and pouring it into his mouth again. He turned to go to sleep but I stopped him "ah ah ah, not yet tom" he groaned and I slowly fed him the soup, making sure he didn't gulp it all up at once because he did that once when he was sick and I didn't need a repeat of that event.

"Cmon liebe, lets go to sleep" I smiled softly and turned off the lamp, getting into bed beside him. He grabbed me and pulled me closer, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. "need you close..love you so much" he mumbled before drifting off to sleep, I giggled quietly and fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning I woke up and noticed Tom was out of bed, I went into the living room and saw him playing video games, his nose clogged with tissues and his eyes red from him itching them so much. "What did I tell you about rubbing your eyes Tom?" I groaned, rolling my eyes and stopping him from playing, applying cream onto his eyes, "baby I almost won!" he whined, I snapped back at him "I don't care Tom! You're sick and I'm taking care of you!" I heard oo's and shes mad from Bill, Gustav and Georg from his headphones, and a smile tugged at my lips.

"Shut up guys" I laughed and walked off, preparing some healthy food for him to recover from his cold. I chopped up some vegetables for the soup I was making. I poured him some lemonade, "here you go baby, it'll make you feel less nauseous" I smiled and he gladly accepted the glass, slowly sipping on it as I had instructed him to multiple times before.

As I was making the food, so focused on chopping vegetables, I forgot about Tom gaming and didn't realize the yelling and noises stopped, I felt his hands wrap around my waist behind me and his soft lips pressed against my neck. I smirked and turned to look at him "yess tom?" "I love you baby, thankyou for taking care of me" he said, smiling lovingly, I kissed his lips softly "of course, you know I love you a lot."

"Hey! Didn't you say you weren't gonna kiss me cause I'm sick!" he complained, I giggled "yeah, but now you can take care of me if I get sick" I winked and he chuckled, kissing me again.

E/N: This was actually adorable, I loved writing this

[kurinhimenezu]

90 Day Baby Daddy - Adam - HH

Prologue <- -> Previous Chapter

Chapter 3 --> Next Chapter

Author's Note: I...actually forgot to post this 😅 I mean I did type it out had it beta-read and then saved on my doc but I forgot to post it. I am so sorry the chapter is late 😗 but here it is! I don't have a set time for posting I mostly write a chapter down when I'm done daydreaming about the scenario but anyway! Here it is! Chapter 3 Enjoy!

CW: cursing, stalking, mentions of drugs and sex, Adam's potty mouth but that's a given, one scene got heated up

It was her own damn fault for falling for Adam’s offer to take her out after his “generous” act of paying for her grocery bills.

Y/n sighs, watching Adam scarf down one of Fish’s greasy burgers before washing it down with a large milkshake. Speaking of Fish, him and the rest of her friends were trying too hard to not so inconspicuously listen in on their conversation. She had to signal Arrem to put the knife away when she pointed at it silently.

Crazy bitch…but she wouldn’t want her any other way. Y/n smiled to herself and munched on some fries she paid for.

Adam slammed a fist against his chest before letting out a burp, “Fuck that hits the spot”

“You’re gross, you know that?” She rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her own drink.

“And yet you hopped on the Dickmaster’s ride huh baby?” Adam grinned, giving her a wink. “You love me being gross isn’t that right you naughty slut-hmpf!”

Y/n shoved a handful of fries inside his mouth with her face heating up. “Okay okay!! Shut your big ass mouth??”

He slapped her hand away, hacking out some soggy fry. “Choking is kinda hot, but let’s not waste food okay sweetheart? Wouldn’t want to be a bad example for the baby” Adam had the audacity to wiggle his fingers across the diner at Addie, sitting on one of an Exorcist’s lap. Her kid didn’t seem to mind playing with them, making her head throb at how trusting her baby can be.

She blames the father.

“Okay I know you didn’t just ask me to eat at my own workplace to just ask me out…you told me you wanted to talk”

Y/n is not even going to address the whole self-proclaimed dickmaster title. It’s too stupid.

Adam stared at her and shrugged, putting down his dirty napkin, “Alright, tell one of your little friends to babysit, you don’t want anyone else to eavesdrop”

Before Y/n could even open her mouth, Pen already popped up next to their table and started to clean it up. “Oh don’t worry about it! We’d be happy to take care of little Addie!”

Pen was smiling a little too wide with Arrem giving a thumbs up from behind her. Fuck, she has a feeling she’ll be up late being interrogated by these two.

Y/n looked back at Adam, “Well…there you go”

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“The fuck do you mean you told them about us? Way to break under pressure cheeks” Adam drove them out of the diner’s tiny parking lot.

“Well it’s not like I can keep this” She said, gesturing between them, “a secret forever! They're gonna ask why some semi-famous rockstar is hanging around me and why do you care? You’re not anyone but some weirdo who decided to stalk us around” Y/n looked at him and grinned, flicking his ear. "You're not exactly subtle"

Adam rolled his eyes, giving a nasty side eye, “Oh please, I didn’t even need to use the tracker I placed to find you people, this ‘city’ of yours is tiny as fuck and how dare you bitch, I am famous!”

Y/n gaped at him, a look of disgust on her face at how casual he sounded...at stalking! “You sick fuck?? I fucking knew you placed a tracker on Addie's gaudy pink ribbon!”

“Oh babe, how cute but I’m not an amateur, I wouldn’t use my own kid to track you down, that’s tacky…I switched your location share on your phone and connected it with mine”

“Ex-fucking-cuse me, you psychopath?? My phone?? And Adelaine is mine, she’s not yours!”

Y/n is seething, the audacity of this bastard to tell her that Addie, her baby, that she raised alone with friends, cried alone in an empty apartment while her kid also cried in her arms cause she was so terrified on what she’s gonna do with no degree, no budget and no job at that time and this man who just barreled into her life that she managed to keep afloat is now telling her that the kid is his??

Hell no.

“Don’t fucking lie to me babe, I don’t take kindly to sinners, No matter how big and juicy your tits are” Y/n saw how Adam, giving her a quick once ever, gripping the wheel as he drove her back to her apartment. “There’s no use anyways, I got that shit on paper. Keep a better eye on our brat, it’s easy to pluck a hair off of that cute head, which by the way you’re so fucking welcome for blessing you with such a cute baby”

Y/n swallowed hard, she didn’t even care with the crass way he talked to her.

“How…” At a loss for words. How the hell…?? Was she that blind?? To let Adam get too close to Addie that she didn’t notice him collecting DNA??

“I also took the used tissue when I wiped my princess’ nose the first time we met, I am just making fucking sure the brat is mine” Adam reaches over and flicks open the glove compartment, revealing official looking papers in thick envelopes with seals and signatures and number she could barely comprehend at the moment.

“Holy shit… How many times did you test my baby?!” Y/n rifles through the papers, seeing the results mock her.

“Our baby and don’t you fucking disrespect me again angel, I tested her three times if you must know”

Adam was always known to be the loud, goofy, go with the flow kind of guy or at least that’s what the media portrayed him as.

Always on the move, always partying after concerts, always having someone, male or female around his arm to warm his bed in. Hell, that’s how she ended up in this mess in the first place.

Y/n bit her lip, reading through the files. Adam was thorough. Scarily thorough but then again, no surprise if he has a team behind him to find all this out for him.

He had a huge scandal back then about some girl cheating on him and doing hard drugs in bed with some virtue church chick because of it but for some reason, it was erased from all sorts of media. No articles, no news outlets not even forums; like some sort of mandela effect. There’s still rumours but without proof they’re all just that…rumours.

“…” Y/n bit her lip, turning away from the documents to the window. “You didn't answer...you had your chance to be a father, what makes you think I’ll let you in her life now?”

He didn’t answer and that made her almost freak out. A quiet Adam was never a good sign. Too dangerous, too hard to read.

Adam parked the car in front of her apartment, killing the engine, the leather in his chair squeaking under his weight as he sat back.

Y/n turned to him, about to open her mouth before Adam exploded. “Do you have any idea how I felt?? Why didn’t you tell me! I have a daughter I didn’t know about?? I was so careful! You selfish bitch you kept her from me! How could you do this to me now??? When I have my music to think about and fuck! What would the fans think??? I should sue you for emotional damage!”

“I kept her from you??? Do you hear yourself right now you narcissistic pig!?  You’re the one who gave me your supposed phone number and then come to find out that you disconnected the line so how I was supposed to reach you?? Go to every concert you ever had??” Y/n screamed back, a vein in her head throbbing.

Adam rubbed his face in his hands, smudging the eye-guyliner under his eyes. “That’s no excuse! That’s my kid you’re keeping from me and I’m gonna be there whether you want me to or not!”

Y/n struggled opening the car door, banging her shoulder against it before giving up. “The hell you are! Fucking…stupid UGH! Child locks! Let me out Adam!”

“Not until you apologize!” Adam finally looked at her glaring at this bitch who dared to keep something HUGE from him. Going to his concerts was one thing but what about emails?? Fans send emails to his band ALL the time! Contacting his manager?? PR team?? Hello?? She could’ve used the fucking bird app!

“Okay! Shut up! We’re gonna get the cops called on us!” Y/n sighs and groaned in her hands in frustration.

Yelling at each other isn’t going to help. She knew it was only a matter of time before Adam finds out anyway. A big shot star like him with tons of connections and crazy fans reaching? Nosey people are gonna look at Addie and ask, ‘Where’s the father?’

 It’s a time bomb waiting to happen.

Adam scoffed, turning his head away to glare out the window. He has plans, plans for his sales, tours, his music, how was he gonna go touring now with a kid?

He sighs, hitting his head against the window. He’s an asshole but he’s not a monster.

Adam can already hear his mother’s voice in his head. It only takes one time to fuck up bad, Adam.

“Okay look, obviously you can’t take care of Addie the way you want” Adam held up a finger, shushing her before she protested. “This whole thing is cute and all but you really think this will last?”

Y/n slapped his hand away, tugging at the door again, “I took good care of her before you showed up mind you” She grunted, slamming her hand against the door. “We’re doing just fine”

“Stubborn bitch, just let me help! Come on, like I said she’s my kid too and you think that I’m gonna just leave now that I know she’s out here?”

Y/n sighs, slumping against her seat. He’s right and it’s not fair to him if he’s gonna actually try.

“Alright..”

Adam perked up when she leaned in close.

“I mean…It wouldn’t hurt to try…?” She mumbled, looking up at him. Her hand slowly rubbing his arm up and down as she slowly moved to straddle his lap. Fuck he could smell her perfume wafting into his nose.

Shit…now he remembers why he got with her in the first place.

His eyes focused on the unbuttoned part of that thin ass cloth she calls a blouse. He could almost see the outline of her bra. It’s plain…not like the sexy lace ones he’s used to when his groupies throw theirs on stage.

“A baby should always have a mom and a dad, right?”

His hands placed itself on her thighs, the jeans fit and tight before resting it against the curve of her waist. Shit, under all that ugly clothes, Y/n has body on her. Is this the temptation his father kept talking about?

“Yeah, I’ll be a good fucking daddy...” Adam almost groaned at her scent, tracing his nose down her neck. He could feel his pants tighten exponentially.

A click was heard before he could take a bite, unlocking all the doors of his car.

“What the fuck--?”

Y/n quickly kicked open the car door and jumped out, running to her apartment building. Adam scrambled to run after her only to be choked by the seat belt still attached to his seat.

He could hear her laughing as she autolocks the building door on him, finally free from the belt.

“This ain’t over baby! I’m coming for ya! You’re lucky I fuck MILFs too!!” Adam yelled to her apartment window, only to find Y/n’s middle finger shove out her balcony window before hearing the window slam shut.

Thanks for reading! I'm working on the next chapter now so hopefully I'll post that soon

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Special shout out for my lord and saviour @sniigura for helping me with this chapter 😭

[sturn0bs3ss3d]

but i don’t know how not to think about you…

Summary: matt and Y/n Hook up once and neither of them can get eachother off their minds. They need more. Matt x Fem; reader

Warnings!- Slight smut, Making out, matt the munch. Use of y/n.

a/n: This is my first smut, or story at all, so i’m sorry if it’s bad! Please give me criticism if it’s needed 😭 Hope you enjoy!!! Ps. Listen to the song while you’re reading!!! (I’m not sure if it’s big for you guys but the song link is HUGE for me) Plus not proof read!!! Sorry if there’s mistakes!!

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It was late at night, Y/n was sitting at home watching a movie. Her and matt had hooked up about a week prior and then the triplets left for LA, She couldn’t get him out of her mind since then. She was to scared to text him, the triplets came back to Boston today but she wasn’t supposed to go over till tomorrow…

She was laying in bed watching the movie when her phone went off. Y/n’s eyes widened in shock when she saw matt’s name on the notification.. She opened it and matt’s text said “Leave your front door unlocked princess. I’m almost there.” Y/n quickly shot up and went to unlock her front door, after she did that she ran back to her room and put on a pink set of lace lingerie.. and waited for matt.

About ten minutes later she heard the front door open and matt’s voice “Princess? Where are you?” Matt’s voice rang through the hallway as he approached the bedroom. Y/n had threw a hoodie over her lingerie incase that’s not what matt wanted.. “In my bedroom matt!” She said and then matt walked through the door. “ Princess i can’t get you off my mind.” Matt said as he walked up to her. “Princess. I need you again. I don’t wanna be without you. I don’t know how not to think about you.” Matt said and gently hooked his finger under her chin.

She stood up and looked up at him as matt towered over her slightly. “Matt. I need you too, i’m sick of pretending i don’t want you.” y/n said.. “Can i kiss you?” matt asked and then y/n nodded and matt’s lips connected with hers. Working against them with need and passion. Y/n Immediately melted into the kiss and kissed back with just as much passion and need as matt.

matt’s hands were roaming her body and he started to toy with the hoodie before he tugged it off over her revealing the lingerie she was wearing under it. “oh princess your so beautiful.” he said and gently put her on the bed and kissed her again. His tongue gaining access to her mouth and he fought with her tongue as they kissed passionately..

Matt pulled off her thong and threw it on the floor, and kissed down her body and looked up at her before he attacked her clit. “Is this okay princess?” he asked and Y/n Nodded frantically “yes yes! Please matt.” she said and then matt attached his mouth to her clit flicking his tongue on her core.

It didn’t take long for matt to start pumping his finger in her as he attacked her clit with his tongue. “F-fuck! Baby!” y/n moaned and matt pulled his mouth away slightly only a string of saliva connecting them.. His fingers still pumping in her “Yea? You gonna be my good girl and cum all over my fingers?” matt said and sped his fingers up and reattached his mouth to her clit. “Yes yes! Fuck- c-close babe!” Y/n moaned out and tangled my fingers in his hair.

y/n reached her climax and her legs started to shake, and she moaned loudly and practically screamed matt’s name “Fuck- Matt!!” she moaned out and squirted all over matt’s face and fingers before she could give him any warning.. “W-woah sorry!” she said and smiled and turned red. Matt just chuckled and kissed her “It’s okay sweetheart. I love it when you do that” he smiled and kissed her but then when everything was quiet we heard a muffled voice.? It was just us so i grabbed my phone to call the cops thinking someone broke in.

Then i heard nick on the other line… “You nasty fucks! Ewww! Keep your phone away! You butt dialed me!” nick yelled through the phone…

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[helyiios]

I’ll be holding on (so let it happen)

nicholas angel/danny butterman

happy new year !

“It’s almost New Year’s,” Nicholas says quietly, staring a little blankly at the party around them, barely avoiding the spilling of one of the Ande’s curious mixed drinks, “do you have any resolutions for 2009 ?”

“I dunno,” Danny offers, munching on a salt and vinegar crisp, “I guess, watch more movies ?”

“That’s not a resolution,” his partner snorts, taking another sip of his beer, “that’s what you do on the regular.”

“Mm. Then, I guess I’d like to start rugby again, in my free time.”

“Oh, really ?”

“Yeah. Reckon I liked it a lot, plus, now that my wound’s all healed, it won’t hurt to run around a bit. Gotta put those muscles to use, y’know ?” Danny smiles brightly, face tilted upwards. “What about you, Nick ?”

“Huh ?”

“Anything you wanna do this year ? Memorise another Official Handbook, maybe ?”

“Oh, sod off,” Nicholas retorts, jokingly hitting his friend’s stomach. “No, I guess I haven’t given much thought. Keep my routine in track, no matter how much you try to tempt me with Cornettos on lunch break.”

“Hey, the vanilla ones are mad good !”

“That’s why I’ve got to avoid falling into temptation. No, I suppose….”

The older of the two men shrugs slightly, eyes locked on the golden drink, his grasp on the can barely tighter.

“I suppose there is one thing I want to do, but I’m not sure I’ll get around to.”

“Really ?” Danny asks, eyes a little wide, “how come ?”

“I don’t know, it’s delicate. Could backfire.”

“Well, you’re Nicholas Angel,” his partner declares, elbowing him gently, “no matter what, you always make things right.”

There’s a softness to the clear amber of Danny’s eyes. Nicholas could never quite pinpoint what colour they were, exactly. One day they seemed jade, shining brightly under the hot sun, but the Crown’s lighting made them so incredibly alike cognac, going from golden to deep maroon.

He always thought it was breathtaking.

“I suppose I do, don’t I ?” he laughs, the side of his mouth curled in a small smile. “I don’t know. God knows I don’t want to mess it up,” he adds, eyes fixed on the other’s lips.

How curiously they were shaped, looking so alike a heart, so ready to be kissed, to be devoured…

“I…”

“The countdown’s started !” Danny suddenly exclaims, pulling his forward by the shoulder, and oh, he’s so warm, “c’mon Nick, let’s count !”

Nicholas only stares at him, transfixed on the brightness of his face, on the mole on the side of his cheek, on how his dimples appeared when he laughed, and how the hair curled beautifully on his forehead, how he wished he could run a hand through it, and pull, how he aches, and yearns—

“3, 2���“

He doesn’t know what higher force sends him the strength to actually do it, but before Danny can shout out the last digit he’s holding him in his arms, hands on the side of his face, breathless, asking him, begging—

Are you sure ?

Can I do this ?

Saying,

Can I be yours ?

2009 rings, and Danny’s lips are on his, and his arms are thrown around his shoulders, and the fireworks outside are nothing compared to the burst of euphoria in his chest, and he’s so sure he could die right now.

“That’s a pretty sick resolution,” Danny whispers against his mouth, eyes crinkling with glee. “I quite like it.”

“Yeah ?” Nicholas replies, choking up a little, “I like it too.”

“I like you.”

“Me too,” he smiles back, and how the blue and gold of his irises burns bright, and how beautiful he is, the other man thinks, how he wants to steal his smile and keep it against him forever, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Danny laughs, nuzzling his nose, “have been since day one.”

“I’m a little late, aren’t I ?”

“‘s alright. We got there in the end, aye ?”

“Aye,” Nicholas coos, kissing him again. “I’m not letting you go.”

“I’d hope not.”

The room is loud, full, and suffocating. But in their corner, near the crisps and the olives, they’ve both found their own piece of Paradise.

It’s sweeter than any Cornetto.

[sl-newsie]

The Secret Ingredient (Willy Wonka (2023) x Fickelgruber Daughter) Chapter Seven: A Taste of Love

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/747510006135554048/the-secret-ingredient-willy-wonka-2023-x?source=share

Oh my. There seem to be flamingoes blocking the road. What a pity.

“What the devil is going on?” Father complains in the seat across from me.

Beeeep! Beep! Beep!

“A fish delivery truck crashed,” our driver tells him.

He rolls his eyes impatiently. “How much longer are we to be stuck here?”

The driver starts to respond but is cut off by a voice on the radio.

“The town square was closed today in response to an incident-”

Oh no. They’re reporting on Willy’s giraffe operation! And Slugworth must have picked up on it because his car is speeding past us! And father’s catching on.

“Follow him!”

“Father- But the birds-?” I stutter.

“Now!”

And here we- Go! The car takes off and I’m flung into the seat. Good gracious! Willy must have struck gold because they never act this hasty. But what can I do to slow them down? When we arrive at the church the momentum drives me forward and I smack my head on the window. 

“Wait here!” 

Father climbs out and skedaddles up the stairs to join the others. They enter the church and in a quick flash I see Slugworth pull something from his pocket. A gun?

“No!” I shriek and dash out of the backseat. I’ve lost him once! I won’t lose him again!

I pull the heavy door open and spot the chocolatiers approaching the confession booth. Willy and Noodle are still down there! In a moment of quick thinking I take off my shoe and chuck it straight at Slugworth’s head. They all turn to me and before I can move I feel someone pull me away. Why are the monks helping these maniacs? They’re going to kill them!

“Bind her!” Slugworth barks at the monk, still rubbing the spot where my shoe struck him.

“Daughter! Have you lost your mind?” Father scoffs at my behavior.

“I love him!” I seethe and all but spit venom at their despicable faces. “And I will not stand aside-!”

A gag tightens around my mouth. No! No! No! 

“Oh yes you will.” 

Slugworth smirks down at me and gives a small wave as they enter the confession booth. As they’re lowered down my stomach drops as well. I feel sick. In ten minutes they’ll be back and order for someone to clean up the mess. The monks are just standing by without a single care! Is there no justice left in this place?

A groaning sound brings my attention back to the booth and the door opens. The chocolate cartel steps out, still munching on what looks like Willy's chocolate.

“Well Wonka might have been nutty as a fruitcake but he sure did know how to make chocolate.”

“But do you think we should’ve saved some for the orange man?” Prodnose asks Slugworth.

Orange man? It’s him! They’re talking about the man Willy mentioned earlier!

Slugworth huffs at the question and tosses around an empty jar. “Tell me you’re joking.”

“Um. Yes?”

“Because there’s no such thing as a little orange man, you nincompoop!”

Father kneels down and grabs my arm. “Alright, Charlotte. Time to go.”

I ask a handful of questions but my gag muffles my voice. What did they do? Are they dead? Did they suffer? 

“Oh look. There’s your loverboy now.”

Slugworth points to the floor at a small window. Is that-? It’s Willy and Noodle. They’re alive! And swimming in chocolate? What did they do?! 

“We’re giving him what he always wanted,” Slugworth comments. “A life made of chocolate. Literally. Wave bye bye!”

As if killing them isn’t enough? I’m forced to watch them drown?!

“Cheer up!” Prodnose removes my gag and hands me a truffle. “Here, have some chocolate.”

“I don’t want your wretched chocolate!” I spit and glare up at father. “You killed him, father! And I will never forgive you! Willy might have been poor but he made me feel twice the price you put on me!”

“She needs to cool down,” Father says to Slugworth. “Sit her into confession and let’s get out of here.”

I’m shoved into a booth and I hear something being shoved against the door. So now I’m on time out. A punishment for being a pesky daughter. Or a way of hiding a witness. There’s no way I’ll see the light of day now. Father knows I’ll head straight for the authorities. Is there no way out? I have to save them-! 

Thud.

Um. What was that?

Thud.

The booth door opens but I don’t see- Oh! I see a top of green hair. And when I look down I see a little orange man in a spiffy white suit!

“Ah, Ms. Fickelgruber. Might I be of assistance?” He asks in a crisp voice.

“Mmhh-Wwaa!” Oh. Right. I’m still gagged.

“Here, allow me.” I lean over and the orange man loosens the cloth. “Lofty, at your service.”

“Willy! He’s in trouble-!” I gasp.

“Already taken care of,” Lofty replies smoothly and points outside. “See for yourself.”

I stumble out of the booth and look over to the one next to me. The compartment’s rising up and- And Willy and Noodle are inside! Covered head to toe in melted chocolate!

“Oh my Lord. He’s alive!” I give Lofty a quick squeeze. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”

“Alright alright! No more hugging!” he complains and breaks free, straightening his coat. 

I scramble across the room and Willy sees me. He breaks into a sprint and wraps me into a hug.

“Willy! You’re ok! And you’re covered in chocolate!” I gush and try to wipe the sweet dessert away so I can see his face. “I could just eat you up!”

“That comes later! Now’s the time for justice!”

He lifts me up one last time and takes off running for the church door. Noodle, whom I see is carrying a certain book, gives me a sly grin.

“Told you he loves you.”

“Yes yes, you were right,” I give in and point to the book. “What’s this for?”

“Evidence.” She looks down. "Where's your shoe?"

Oh. Right. I’m still half barefoot! It’s been one of those days. I suppose I should fetch it.

Noodle walks over to the Chief’s partner. The Chief himself is standing dumbfoundedly at the bottom of the stairs, staring up at- Oh my! The big three are clinging to the fountain to keep from floating away!

“You didn’t eat any of those chocolates, did you Mr. Slugworth?” Willy asks from below.

“Why? What are they?” Slugworth demands.

“They’re hover chocs!” Willy laughs. “Delayed action, but extra strong.”

“You think you’re so clever,” Slugworth sneers. “But there’s billions of sovereigns of chocolate beneath our feet. We’ll get the best lawyers, bride the judge, rig the jury if we have to. We’ll be fine!”

Oh. Right. They own the justice system in this town. Even if we can provide evidence there’s no guarantee-

“I wish I had thought of that,” Willy says distantly but then looks up at where Noodle’s standing near a lever. “Hey, Noodle!”

She gives the lever a crank and a loud rumble comes up from the ground. The ice on the fountain cracks and suddenly a wave of chocolate erupts from the top! The surprise causes the chocolatiers to let go and begin drifting into the sky.

“What is that?” Prodnose asks.

“It’s our chocolate!” Father shouts.

“All our chocolate! We’re ruined!”

“Ah, don’t worry gentlemen!” Willy calls up at them. “You’ll come down eventually! Probably. I think. But until then-” He waves his hat at the gathered crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen! Willy Wonka, and friends, we invite you to enjoy our chocolate!”

A cheer echoes across the courtyard and everyone gathers around the sugary fountain. Even the Scrubbitts’ lot is here! It’s all over now. Now Willy can find a store, they can go free, and I- I will have to face my father when he returns. But from the looks of things that book will give more than enough to lock him up.

Right now… I’d love to celebrate. But no one knows me. I’ll only spoil this party when people find out who my father is. I can wait here for-

“There you are! Why are you hiding?” Willy jogs up to me and holds up a piece of chocolate. “Here, I’ve got something for you.”

“Willy, I- Oh!”

He pops it into my mouth and- It’s… Everything. Joy, sadness, adventure, all wrapped up like a big hug. My thinking comes to a halt and all I can do is stare ahead. Love. It’s like tasting love!

“How is it, Willy?” Noodle asks. “Is it as good as you remember?”

Willy’s still chewing his own piece of chocolate. I can tell he tastes the same thing I do. He’s thinking about his own mother.

“Every little bit of it. I just wish it could last forever.”

I take his hand. “You found your spark again, Willy.”

The candy man’s eyes lift up to look at me and he holds a hand to my face. “I found you too.”

Suddenly he jumps up and motions for me to stay put. “Wait here. Don’t move a muscle! I’ve got a surprise for Noodle, and then I’ve got something for you.” He points to me.

Willy grabs Noodle’s hand and they take off running to the rest of the Scrubbitts’ gang. A surprise? After today I’ve had my fill of surprises. But I know this one will be well worth it.

“I’ll be here, Mr. Wonka.”

I take a seat on the stairs, thinking about things I never thought possible an hour ago. Things that need to be done. Meetings to make, papers to sign, policies to change. And, if I’m not mistaken-

“Hello, dear!”

A voice snaps me from my thoughts. Lottie, my Lottie, and Mr. Snickers? They’re here too! They must have heard by now.

“Charlotte, we’ve been thinking. You do know your father-”

“Please don’t mention him,” I ask of her. “I’d rather not think about him.”

“That’s what we’re getting at,” Mr. Snickers says. “He’s going to be in jail for a while, so we thought-”

“If you might be up to it-” Lottie inputs.

“-you would let us adopt you.”

My jaw drops. “Me?”

Lottie gently grabs my arms and looks at me with a kind smile. “You’re a very sweet girl, Charlotte. We’d love to give you the family you deserve.”

A smidgen of doubt clouds my face. “Will I still run the business?”

“Yes, of course,” Mr. Snickers assures. “We know how much it means to you. We’ll help you.”

I’m about to start crying again! More happy tears. How can my emotions ride such an unpredictable roller coaster in one day? All in one day everything is falling into place! I can’t stop smiling! 

“I’d love that very much!” I answer.

Lottie pulls me in and we all embrace in a big hug. Willy’s chocolate really does have a special magic after all. Without it all of this would be a dream. 

If only I could guess what surprise Willy has in store…

[jackalopesao3]

What are your headcanons for how the brothers and undatables react to an MC who’s a worse cook than Solomon? (To the point that even Solomon gets food poisoning)

Well, if they survive a worse cook than Solomon…

Note: Some of these are long

CW: symptoms of gastrointestinal illness, maybe some swearing, general feeling unwell, a touch of chaos

Characters: All

Lucifer

He doesn’t physically punish MC but this is the one and only time they are strung from the ceiling. It’s not because he took one bite, gagged violently, spat it out into his napkin, and needed three bottles of the strongest flavored Devildom seltzer to knock the taste out of his mouth. It’s because MC’s cooking made his brothers cry and made them physically ill.

“MC, if your cooking was truly that abominable, why did you not just say so?”

Mammon

Mammon is one of the brothers that cried. He tried not to let MC see by putting his shades on at the dinner table. He was the only one of his brothers to go for another bite as he didn’t want to hurt their feelings. The boy somehow forced down a few bites before finding a reason to excuse himself so he could sneak away to vomit. He called off sick the next day. Lucifer surprisingly let him stay home.

“It’s *hrk* great, MC!”

Leviathan

Also cried. He also projectile vomited immediately, coating whoever had the misfortune of being in front of him. Unfortunately for everyone, that was Satan. No one had ever seen Leviathan move so fast. Before anyone could blink, you heard his bedroom door slam shut.

“MC, please don’t ever cook again! That was worse than the one time Ayane-chan made devil-buffalo autumn crunch rolls on How I Leveled Up My Pet Slime To The Max!”

Satan

Being well cultured on most things, he recognized what dish MC made and that it did not look or smell like said dish. He took a forkful up to his mouth and cautiously tasted it with the tip of his tongue before instantly dropping his fork and gulped down a glass of water. As he stood up, he felt something hot and wet collide with his chest. The room fell eerily silent as he looked down to see vomit and hear Levi’s door slamming shut. He closed his eyes, body trembling with rage as he counted to ten before walking to the bathroom to clean himself up.

“MC, you will repay me by helping me with laundry this week,” he says this with a smile but anyone who can hear can tell that’s a threat in his voice.

Meanwhile, Levi discovers a curse on one of his favorite RAD shirts that makes the buttons on it scream loudly in different octaves whenever he starts to think about Ruri-chan during class. He gets detention multiple times that day.

Asmo

“Awww! MC you’re so sweet cooking for us tonight! I can’t wait! It looks so yummy!” Asmo chirped as he sat down at the dinner table, totally unaware of the lovecraftian horror that awaited his tastebuds.

One bite and he was convinced this was the end. The poor demon was coughing, heaving, and wailing all at the same time. Between sobs and coughs, everyone heard shouts of, “Help! I think I’m dying!” alternatively, “I’m too pretty to die! Help me!” Asmo was so hysterical he ended up wearing himself out and passed out on the floor.

“MC, how could you! I almost diiiiiieeeed!”

Beel

Beel wasn’t at the dinner table, which wasn’t unusual at first because he’d get impatient and pre-game by munching on food in the refrigerator. The brothers used this time to get a plate of food before he realized it was dinner time and everything on the table.

What no one knew was that Beel had snuck an entire plate of MC’s dish from the abyss, before they had brought it out. He was so excited that he had to be the first one to try it. Hungry boy gobbled it all down, shoveling it all into his mouth at once.

MC is so lucky they never saw the absolute look of betrayal on his face - it would have killed them. He had never tasted anything so horrible before. He had already swallowed half of it and his body was covered in a thin glaze of sweat. The avatar of gluttony was torn between swallowing the rest of this truly terrifying concoction or spitting it out. He hardened his resolve to not let food go to waste and swallowed the remaining glob in his mouth. A sharp pain ripped through his abdomen and he quickly looked down to see if he was stabbed, his demon form coming out on pure instinct. No stab wound, just pain from whatever MC cooked. The room spun around him as he gripped the counter for support. He couldn’t even call for MC, Belphie, or Lucifer for help before he passed out.

“MC, if you’re hungry or need to cook let me do it or we can order out!”

Belphie

Belphie was nearly falling asleep at the table before you placed the food in front of him. He gave MC a sleepy smile before taking a bite. His half-lidded eyes snapped open in complete horror as he spat the food out and took a glass of water to rinse his mouth out right at the table, spitting the water back on the table, much to Lucifer’s dismay.

“Is this revenge for me killing you? Is that it? Is this poison?” He asked, tears welling in his eyes with guilt.

When he saw the genuine confused look on MC’s face and heard their apologies he realized the truth, that they were a nightmare of a cook.

“Wait…Beel’s normally here by now. Oh no!” Like Levi, MC had never seen Belphie run so fast in his life.

“Beel?! BEEL!!!!!” Belphie’s anguished cries come from the kitchen where everyone finds the unconscious demon.

As Beel slowly woke up, everyone relaxed.

“MC, Beel almost died! No more cooking unless it’s for Lucifer!”

Diavolo

“Oh! MC, you brought food to afternoon tea! How splendid!”

Before Dia can even take one bite Barbatos swept in like demon butler dressed in a shining apron set of armor.

In the future, Barbatos saw Diavolo taking one bite and choking it down with a fake smile. Despite both his and Dia’s best efforts, nobles saw it as an attempt to poison the future king and MC was facing a possible execution.

“Pardon the intrusion but it appears as if some fiend-flies landed on this dish as soon as it was uncovered. This is inexcusable. My apologies to you both,” Barbatos explained with a quick bow before he replaced the monstrosity with something much more edible.

“I’m I couldn’t try your cooking this time, MC. Maybe next time!”

*If Dia ever did have the chance to try MC’s cooking without Barb saving him he’d likely be in shock at first. He’d cough and swallow it. Then he’d ghost MC like he does Solomon anytime they say they’re cooking.

Barbatos

After saving the day, Barbatos pulled MC aside before they could leave. He smiled but it was a smile that was making the temperature drop around them.

“MC, a word, if you have a moment,” he didn’t wait to hear their response and with a firm hand on the small of their back he guided them into the kitchen.

“What in the three realms were you thinking serving this to the young master?” Barbatos gestured to the abomination MC made, that he brought back to the kitchen.

“What is in this….concoction of yours could kill a human and make a demon fall seriously ill. Were you intent on causing harm today?” MC could feel the temperature in the room dropping lower and lower as Barbatos spat the question at them.

They shrunk against the door and shivered from both the cold and fright, absolutely bewildered. Their lower lip wobbled and their legs gave out. Amidst the whimpers of apologies Barbatos could make out, “cook like this all the time” and “didn’t know it was bad”. This left Barbatos equally bewildered as he never thought someone could surpass Solomon in bad cooking.

It took him a moment to recover from shock before he grabbed a box of tissues and was kneeling beside MC while the temperature of the room returned to normal. An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment before MC weakly laughed.

“That bad, huh?”

“You managed to surpass Solomon in worst cook in all of the three realms. That is quite the feat, MC,” Barbatos gently placed a hand on their shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze, before helping them up.

“I apologize for scaring you. I honestly thought for a second this was…poison.”

“If you truly wish to learn and do better, I can teach you.”

Solomon

He didn’t notice how terrible it tasted. This man either doesn’t have taste buds or his tastes are just extremely weird. To him your food tasted normal, good even.

It wasn’t until after dinner, when he notices he’s been sweating more than usual, that he realizes something’s wrong. Chills followed the sweats. Confused, he stepped away from the potion he was about to brew, a wave of lightheadedness hit him and he caught himself on his desk.

“Maybe I should rest,” the sorcerer thought to himself as he settled down on his bed.

He immediately sat back up as the most unimaginable pain ripped through his digestive track. He sprinted to the bathroom, summoning a bucket along the way.

If any of you have ever seen the photo where the person is on the toilet having diarrhea and also puking into a bucket at the same time, that’s Solomon after eating MC’s cooking.

If it weren’t for Simeon having had the intuition to check on him, Solomon would have crashed on the bathroom floor that night. Lucky for him that Simeon helped clean him up and tucked him into bed after that. Both him and Luke kept watch on the poor guy throughout the night.

“Hey MC, ummm….last night wasn’t revenge for anything was it? …oh? Never mind! Why don’t I do the cooking next time? You want to order out instead? Okay!”

He couldn’t believe this wasn’t revenge for his own bad cooking. He chuckled. His cute apprentice was even more like him than he thought. This just makes him more fond MC.

Simeon

He took one bite, did his best not to cough, and discreetly spat it out in a napkin. He looked puzzled at the food and then at you before taking a sip of water. How could you be a worse cook than Solomon? Being used to feigning politeness and dealing with the abominations Solomon comes up with, Simeon maintained a great poker face. It was when Luke started violently coughing that Simeon saw an out.

“Oh no! Luke! You must be allergic to something!” He exclaimed as he came to Luke’s aid with a glass of water, whispering, “just go along with this and we can get out of here alive.”

The frightened child nodded and Simeon ran out of the room to grab an “allergy pill” aka a child’s multivitamin and has Luke take that.

“I’m so sorry MC. Luke has some rare allergies we are still figuring out, let me treat all three of us to dinner at Hell’s Kitchen instead!”

Luke

Immediately started coughing and wrenching violently. He cried. Simeon covered for him by blaming it on an allergy.

After Simeon took them out for dinner and disposed of the toxic creation he checked up on Luke who was still shaken from the earlier events.

“I-is MC actually a demon?” He asked, wide and glossy eyes peered up at his elder from under his sheets.

Simeon shook his head with a soft smile and handed him a plate of cookies with a glass of milk.

“Not at all, Luke. Remember how we keep Solomon out of the kitchen?”

Luke groaned in response. What was it with humans and cooking?

Thirteen

Considering she hates Solomon and a big reason for that is because of his cooking, she got pretty angry when MC gave her some food they made.

“What the?! How are you a worse cook than that idiot sorcerer?! I know there are good chefs in the human world! I oughtta get you good for that, you know!” She threatened after spitting the food out but then an idea struck.

“Actually I’ll forgive you! Let me take the rest of that off your hands and cook for me whenever I ask you but no questions, okay?” Her eyes twinkled and she shot MC a mischievous grin and MC couldn’t find themselves saying no.

Thirteen utilized MC’s cooking as a weapon. MC even joined in on the fun in some of Thirteen’s pranks. Diavolo even got a kick out of it until Lucifer made him put a stop to it.

“We had a good run! Didn’t we?” Thirteen grinned and put her arm around MC before she whispered, “we’ll just wait until this blows over. Maybe I’ll even let you name my next invention that I’m designing to shoot your food out like a cannonball! It’ll go straight towards their mouths so there’s no way some of that is not getting in!”

Mephisto

MC was helping him with something for the newspaper and was on snack duty that day. Mephistopheles normally just ordered food for himself since he’s a spoiled wine aunt but forgot his wallet. “Well, the human did bring snacks and if they’re eating it must be edible” he thought with a resigned sigh as he went to grab a sandwich.

Hesitantly, he took a bite and went completely rigid as the horrid flavor assaulted his tastebuds. His reaction is one swift, thorough cough into a napkin. Mephisto grabs his thermos and downs the rest of his coffee to get the rest of the taste out of his mouth. How is MC eating that and not dying?!

He tossed the remaining snacks in the garbage and snatched the one MC was eating right out of their hand. They just stared in confusion as Mephisto stormed back to the trash can and threw it in before he turned on his heel back towards them.

“Human! What in the three realms is wrong with you?!” He didn’t give MC a chance to answer before stomping out of the room.

MC was used to him being dramatic at that point so they weren’t bothered and continued working on the project.

About thirty minutes later a nice takeout meal along with a drink is placed on their desk.

Mephisto sat down with his own meal at the desk across from their’s, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Well that took nearly an hour of my time going home to get my card to buy us edible food, the least you could do is say, ‘thank you’ you know,” he tutted.

“Thanks,” MC replied, stunned that he actually bought them something too.

“Oh don’t act so surprised, human. Whatever you were eating before was going to kill you and you’ve actually become quite the asset to the club. If you haven’t noticed, membership has been….lacking.

Besides, despite the fact that you’re human and have terrible taste in roommates, I find you tolerable. No making yourself sick or dying from your own abysmal cooking, alright? While you are here I will take care of food. I trust those awful brothers aren’t stupid enough to let you cook at home, right? Good.”

And that’s when MC realized they finally made Mephistopheles their friend. Talk about plot twist!

Raphael

This weirdo (I do mean that affectionately) actually likes Solomon’s cooking. Even if MC is somehow worse, I’m assuming he has tastebuds of steel.

Raphael finished his plate and asked for seconds, leaving everyone else horrified yet in awe at his indestructible digestive system. (Theology states that he has healing powers so maybe he’s just immune idk.)

“That was really good, MC! Feel free to cook for us anytime when you visit Purgatory Hall!”

He did not feel the glares of his hall mates on his back when he said that but he did get goosebumps.

[the-firebird69]

We're close no but ok. The canal forms. Soon fully. Will open soon MB one day. Or two. And ok will help. Soon it will be here.

Now some are high here. But yeh he's an ass and clone. And loser is mean. We hit them now. Laughed he said he had the munchies and he said don't laugh at me bro I'll munch on you. And no not funny.

So we hit his asshole unit. So sunset for him to watch this f****** mouth and wake up here that nowhere even though it's a clone it is not really black and they do get what he's saying and he's going to get hit and we need to see the clone.

This place is loaded with people who don't understand that you can't sales dumb s*** or someone will get rid of you because you're not really leaders at all like these Trump idiots get hit by everybody now the clone is starting to mouth off and this is terrible because this little teeny imps running around blabbing we need people to come in here and get the street instead of letting walk you all over you the normal can't have it and he's saying it too it's the Mac proper plan and it's also not good and he's saying about himself can't look at it as soon as walked all over by everyone this has been a nightmarish couple days

Jenna that's who it is and I'm really sick of this I'm telling my people to do the job

I really don't need to be hassled by every single thing that can move out here either and looked at is nothing at all will stop it or it's to your advantage to not stop no matter what and these trumpsters are a good example of what happens it's already written in stone that what happens to them what happened to people if they start doing this dumb s*** and they should have restraint now the clone is saying it because he's a pig and is trying to get his way and wasn't poisoning me because I didn't want to drink the stupid drink and he's wrong and he should pay for it but I'll tell you what this is wrong like everybody has to go to nursery School over again and then came through 12 k through 12 and we're supposed to educate everybody we're supposed to tell them don't do this and don't do that around me it's gotten so I have no insulation and there's no barrier at all and my people a little bit complacent about it people weigh that can make things and make things happen and it's gone too far on the other side of the dial or pendulum Zues

We do see what he's saying and it really has and it's insane how far past it's disgusting this little urchin screaming and screaming and running around the room at night and really there was nobody there to stop her was disgusting now John remillard is in charge of the facility and loser and professor the very he hates my husband like he hates cancer and stuff like that it's too much and we are not in control and we don't have power like we say we do it's time we fess up to it and acknowledge it and start to gain power and we need to do that and faster and we need to sign all those up if they're not signed up out there I'll plan it I am finding it ridiculous we gave the orders and it's going to be it's going to be disastrous

Hera

We're signing people up every day and huge numbers and more every day than the last day before it. It is a huge effort now massive numbers are out there recruiting and we recruit people everyday we have told people that your job is to hire yours on so that they survive. And it's a duty and we're going to and in the words he said and we should phrase it the way he did he said they're your friends and they're your family and you think they're us and you have reviewed it but you want to send them in to be sure and so far we have had nobody fail but if you're not sure and you talk to them about things after they get into the military after hearing your thoughts and so forth it is the way that we should be able to use that and it's wonderful

Thor Freya

This is a good way to look at it and it's real so we are going to put it out there it's your responsibility to have your friends and family vetted and you're with them they need to be secured they also need to be doing the right job we have a lot of them that are doing the right thing but it's no way going to save people and they need to be waiter aware that is two items we're going to put down this major items to do it with and he also says in the general framework of things it is required for all of us to be in the army all the time no matter what they're thinking and he does say that we should sign people into the national guard type stuff and they should be fully vetted they're going to be in there for a week or two and change so really good idea because a lot of people join they won't think they have to join full time and they'll get to see what's going on and understanding what happens there is an important to us

Nuada Arrianna

We're going to have to do this we treat them like they're our army they are but we need to of course vet them and we have to start doing this now and these people are ridiculous

Olympus

[asshlyyyy]

On The Eighth Day of Christmas

Day 7 | Day 9

Masterlist

Pairing: Elvis (Or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Spelling and Grammatical Errors Most Likely

Word Count: 655

With all of the animals out of the way, you were getting back to reality. The eighth day was the first of many humans conducting ways tasks. The first one happened to be eight maids of milking. Now of course you had many many thoughts about this one. Yet, you came to the conclusion of one. 

You had gotten eight cheap dolls that were dressed as maids. You then got one cow stuffed animal. You then got a little toy that was a milk jug. In reality, it was a piece of wood with a sticker slapped on saying it was milk. 

You woke up around your normal time. Did your usual routine and headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast. While you were making dinner you were setting up the eighth day. You decided it would be best to set them up in the dining room. You two hardly ate out there if you were being honest. You just ate in the kitchen, so for the time being… the dining table will be your twelve days of Christmas table. 

“Mm, hey darlin’, ya swans are frozen,” Elvis said as he yawned and walked down the stairs into the kitchen. You let out a light giggle and shook your head. 

You flipped the pancake in the pan, “doesn’t surprise me. There is snow littered everywhere outside. I can’t believe people still wait out by the gates.” You said as you felt him come up behind you. His arms slanted around your waist and his lips found the top of your head. 

“They’re the real ones.” He muttered and pulled away, “‘m gonna get the newspaper.” You nodded in response and felt his warmth being pulled away. You kept your giggles down on the quiet as he walked into the dining room. 

“Uh… ‘m not even gonna ask,” he shook his head. You let out a laugh and platted the two plates with pancakes and toppings. 

You heard the front door open and close, indicating that Elvis went down to the gates to get the newspaper from the security guard. You placed the plates down and sat down and started to munch on your food. 

On every other day, you would’ve waited for him, but you were overly hungry and could no longer wait for your dark-haired husband. The door quickly opened and slammed shut indicating that your husband was back.

“Son of a goddamn bitch, it’s colder than goddamn Antarctica out there,” Elvis announced as he shuffled his way into the kitchen. You let out a giggle and looked at him. He had fresh snow littered in his hair and you could see the goosebumps on his arms.

“You should’ve put on a coat,” you claimed as you popped a piece of pancake in your mouth.

“Eatin’ without me?”

“Mhm, sorry I was really hungry.” You frowned at him. He nodded and went to the coffee pot to start himself some coffee. 

“Are you okay?” He then asked after there was some silence. You looked at him confused. Why wouldn’t you be okay? Sure there were some questionable things you’ve done… the turtle doves…

“Yeah?” You said in a questioning tone, urging him to explain his reasoning for questioning. 

“Ya just been eating more, and I can hear you throwing up in the morning. I just want to make sure you aren’ sick.” Elvis explained as he came to stand by you. He looked into your eyes to make sure you weren’t going to lie to him.

“‘M not sick. I promise,” you said as you looked straight into his eyes. 

“Okay,” he nodded and kissed the top of your head. “Now, what the hell is happening in the dining room?”

“Maids of milking,” you smiled. Elvis shook his head and went to fill his cup with freshly brewed coffee.

“I regreat asking.” You let out a laugh and continued to eat your food.

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[shorkbrian]

I swear I ain’t in it for the money, but I can’t stop thinking about sugar daddy shoto. Maybe he sweeps a cute little college kid or barista of their feet, just something fun and casual. But this man starts falling harder, needing a way to lock them down to him. Money isn’t quite cutting it anymore, so he decides fucking a baby into her would do the trick. Shoto would push her down into the mattress, large frame twisting her into a sweet mating press. This way they could stay together forever and Shoto would have absolutely no problem providing for his sweet family <3

but fr tho I feel like Shouto is NOT the type for kids.

Mans will tolerate them when they babble or wave at him, but he very actively Does Not Want them.

Always uses condoms, and even though he’ll threaten not to, it’s never a legit thought in his mind to cum inside. Shouto doesn’t want to be a dad.

-----

You’ll be sittin on a park bench, fading sunset dark and pretty in front of you yet all you can do is cry. There’s not really any people around so it’s not like you’re bothering anyone - you hadn’t wanted to cry in your shabby apartment (half the cause of your worries) just in case you received a noise complaint.

“Are you alright?”

A somber, smooth voice is heard. You’re swiping at your tears quickly as you look up, trying to laugh off your state of distress. “Oh, haha, yeah I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” It’s hard to smile with your puffy cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

The man in front of you frowns, hands in his coat pockets, scarf draped around his neck. “You don’t look fine. Mind if I sit?”

He’s already claiming the spot next to you on the bench before you can say a word, turning to you with a passive expression. “Why are you crying?”

And that’s all it takes to have you breaking down all over again, tears streaming down your face. Just one person offering to listen to the heavy burden you have to bear.

‘’M sor-sorry...” You sob, wiping at your eyes with frigid fingers, successful in doing nothing more but smearing tears around your face.

“Here.” The man’s taking off his scarf, gloved hands offering it you.

“I ca-can’t use your sc-scarf sir.” But he’s insistent, pressing it into your hands up by your face.

“I’ll just get another one. Keep it, you’re in need of it more than I am.”

The kindness makes another fresh bout of tears roll down your cheeks, but this time you're able to dab them away with soft fabric as you sniffle.

It takes a moment for you to calm yourself. When you do, you can finally engage in conversation with the man.

You tell him about your job hours getting cut, how you’ve been turned down or ignored by every single place you’ve applied at for a second job. How you’re barely affording to wash your clothes - you have to hang them or drape them across things in your apartment because you don’t have the money to pay for a dryer cycle.

And to top it all off, you’re still short on rent, despite how you scrimped and saved and even forced yourself not to buy groceries this week - you’ve gone hungry for the past three days.

“You haven’t eaten?”

You glance up at the man and his incredulous expression, shaking your head. “I’ve been trying to save money, I thought I could afford my rent if-”

“What kind of food do you like?” The man is pulling out his phone, swiping and tapping immediately. 

“Thank you, but I’m not-” looking for charity is what you want to say. Plus, you shouldn’t accept favors from strange men.

But the handsome man is waving you silent. “I’m cold, plus I’d like to grab a bite to eat before I head home. I don’t like eating alone though, you’d honestly be doing me a favor.”

You take a moment to process. Is he telling the truth? He sounds like an honest guy.

“Seems like the only place open around here is “Joe’s 24 hour Diner”.... You mind burgers?”

So that's how you end up in a booth opposite the man (”Shouto” he had told you as you both headed to the diner), munching away at warm food. It tastes so good, you hardly have time to worry about the man watching you as he eats.

You’d been shocked at his looks the moment you’d seen him in the light of the diner. Pretty two-toned hair, different colored eyes, perfect skin, expensive clothes. Why was he even talking to you? It’s obvious the two of you led very different lives.

“How does everything taste?”

“Delicious.” Is your response, and Shouto seems pleased, nodding before taking another bite of his meal.

Maybe it’s stupid... but you feel weirdly safe with this man. He doesn’t seem to bear any ill-intent towards you, nor has he made any comments about your body or let his hands or eyes stray. He seems like a gentleman.

Conversation flows easily between the two of you, even sharing a few chuckles at times. He’s some fancy rich businessman, you learn, and you share about your own life, laughing at the comparisons. Shouto can’t fathom growing up in a house with less than five bedrooms and a personal servant.

He asks for your number, and you’re hesitant in giving it - he surely can’t be interested in you? But he seems so sincere, it’s hard to say no.

When the two of you part ways, Shouto gives you a wave, “Hope to see you again soon, and under better circumstances.”

“You too! And sorry for being such a mess and stopping your walk-”

Shouto shrugs, cheeks beginning to pink from the cold air as you two stand outside the diner. “You needed help. I like to assist.”

-----

The next morning you wake to find an atrociously large sum deposited in your Venmo account by none other than a Shouto Todoroki.

Immediately, you’re calling him. “It’s too much, we just met. How can you give away that much money to some low-life?”

You hear him sigh on the other end of the phone. “You’re obviously struggling. I was wondering what your hours are this week, perhaps we could talk about this over dinner? Or lunch, if that fits better with your schedule. I’m flexible.”

It’s a few days later, days spent questioning yourself, questioning his intentions, before you see him again, both of you deciding to meet for lunch to further discuss... whatever had just happened.

“Was what I gave you adequate to cover your rent?” Are the first words out of Shouto’s mouth after you greet each other.

“Yeah, more than enough-” You squirm. “But I need to ask.... why?”

“Why?”

“Why me.” 

“Oh.” Shouto’s expression clears. “That’s easy. I told you a few days ago - I like to assist. I’m quite lonely, and it feels nice to use my money on someone other than myself. I think providing for someone brings me... I wouldn’t quite say joy, but... contentment.”

You contemplate his answer for a moment. 

“Well... you saved me with my rent, I don’t really know how to thank you.”

The man leans forward. “Well.... I know it might be a bit sudden, but how would you feel accepting me as a.... benefactor of sorts?”

“You mean like a sugar daddy?” Is your immediate, blurted response. You want to slap yourself for speaking before you have the chance to think about your words, but luckily Shouto just lets out a light laugh.

“If you’d like to call it that. I’m willing to provide financial assistance for you, in exchange for companionship, if you’re willing to give it.”

Your face heats up as you drop your eyes, fidgeting nervously in your seat. “I don’t feel comfortable with a... a sexual relationshi-”

“That’s perfectly acceptable.” Shouto cuts you off before you can continue. “I wasn’t trying to insinuate a contract of that nature. I’m thinking more along the lines of accompanying me at meals, sharing experiences with me, providing company and friendship to a lonely man. If it seems that we’d like to progress further than that after we get to know each other, well, that will be addressed then. For now-” Shouto meets your eye, dipping his head a smidgeon so he can look at you directly. “All I ask for is a simple, non-intimate bond between two people.”

This is crazy.

And yet you accept.

The situation may be wild, and completely absurd, but you’d be a fool not to say yes.

Shouto is charming and handsome, respectful, courteous - you could go on and on about his positive qualities. He just seems like a sad, lonesome man swallowed by work and responsibilities, too stressed and busy to put the effort into making friends the conventional way. 

-----

Months pass by.

You’re eating at every meal, sated and never going hungry. You’re able to move into a new place, one that doesn’t smell like cigarettes and sits right next to a railroad.

Clothes aren’t a worry anymore, you have your own washer and dryer in your new apartment (Shouto offered to buy you a house, or a penthouse at the least, but you couldn’t justify it to yourself). You’re able to afford new things, and pretty dresses, shoes that are comfortable and fashionable and that fit.

You no longer have to wear clothes down until they have holes in them. You’re able to go to the doctor’s when you feel sick, able to pay for health insurance.

Life is good.

Shouto is a personable man, serious, but he can be rather funny and even crude at times.

The doubt and thoughts of “Why is he doing this for me?” and “I’m not good enough for this.” plague you, but Shouto always seems to catch on, reassuring you that you’re exactly what he needs - a friend.

And you’re more than happy to be that.

You think sometimes, that even if he wasn’t paying you, you’d still like to be friends with Shouto Todoroki.

Until he starts acting weird.

“You should just stay at my place. I have more than enough room,, it’d be easier for both our schedules. We’d get to see each other more often.”

“Uhm...” You don’t really know what to say. You like your freedom, and having your own place where you can walk around in your (expensive) underwear without being bothered.

“I think it’d be nice, don’t you? We could have breakfast every morning, you wouldn’t have to worry about traveling to and fro, we could spend more time together. We don’t see each other nearly enough.”

He’s pushing, insistent. How are you supposed to tell him no? He’s paying for your entire life. Plus, it wouldn’t be that bad to actually live with him. Shouto’s an amicable man.

So you move in.

“I bought you a few things, they’re on your bed.” 

Shouto’s striding into the kitchen where you’re making coffee, buttoning up his shirt as he comes closer. You’ve found that the man likes to sleep in nothing but boxers, shrieking and flushing an embarrassing shade the first time he’d come to wake you up with a sweet “welcome” breakfast in bed.

It’s taken a while to adjust, but you finally feel that you’re fully settled in.

“Oh, you really don’t ha-”

“I wanted to. I went through your closet - your clothes are nice, but your underwear seemed to be lacking.” He’s so matter-of-fact.

All you can do is stare at the back of his head.

“Could you pass me a spoon please?”

-----

Shouto had splurged on expensive, fancy lingerie. 

At least eight different sets were laid out on your bed. It was overwhelming. It also felt.... a bit intrusive? They were all in your size, in a complementary color for your skin tone. 

Weird.

Not as weird as the onset of Shouto’s casual touches.

You’d be reading, or drinking tea and watching cars race by on the street so far below, and Shouto would come up behind you, caress your sides before intertwining his fingers with yours on one hand. He did it as if it was a normal thing, but it felt anything but normal.

Or you’d be on the couch together, and Shouto would shuffle closer until his large body was pressed to yours, almost curled around you. The faux-cuddling was a bit more off putting. How do you tell him no?

The touches became more and more intimate, Shouto’s gifts more and more frequent until you weren’t even spending a penny, the man taking care of everything.

The arrangement was beginning to make you uncomfortable.

Shouto’s bi-colored eyes seemed to always be on you, tracing the shape of your body, watching you move, or breath, or sit. It was distracting, and you felt bad for feeling this way towards the man who’d pulled you out of poverty, but it was so unnerving.

He seemed to notice.

“You’ve been so stressed these past few days. Is something wrong?” Shouto’s rubbing a hand into your shoulder, hovering over you at the dinner table.

“No?” Is all you can manage, wiping your hands on your napkin as you finish your food.

Shouto frowns. With a sigh, his hand drops from your shoulder and the man leaves your side, heads toward the kitchen.

You clear your plate from the table, following after him so you can wash it and put it in the dishwasher before you head off to get ready for bed. 

But Shouto is rummaging in a cupboard, pulling down two wine glasses to accompany the bottle of wine that’s standing proud on the island.  It’s your favorite, a sweet wine that Shouto knows you like, always brings it out when he decides to drink whisky or bourbon after dinner.

He pops the cork and pours you a glass while you finish with your dishes, handing you the glass when you turn away from the sink, pressing it into your hands. “Let’s relax a little bit, it’ll be good for both of us.”

You’re fine with that, knowing that a little wine won’t hurt you, especially when it’s of such fine quality. You’d never dreamed that you’d be able to taste such richness in your lifetime, spend frivolous amounts of money on wine and fine eateries. Yet here you are.

Shouto pours himself a glass, barely a sip filling the bottom. The man raises it to his lips and takes a swig, grimacing a bit in his flat, unexpressive way. You giggle a little.

“Too sweet?’

The man nods, setting the glass back down. “I’m not entirely sure how you can stand to stomach it. But if it makes you happy-” He shrugs, before pulling on of the bar-stools out from under the island so he can sit facing you, long legs stretching out before him.

You look at him, and he looks at you, and then you take another sip of wine to avoid the awkwardness.

“You’re distancing yourself from me.”

The accusation is quiet, Shouto’s eyes focused on your fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass.

He’s always been straightforward with his words. “Is there a reason you keep drawing away?”

The wine disappears from your glass, sliding down your throat and settling in your stomach. You fill your glass again before speaking, struggling to find the right words without upsetting your... benefactor.

“Well, Shouto... I don’t really know how to...” You trail off, hoping Shouto will say something, change the subject, say it’s alright and move on to something else.

But the man stays silent, eyes appraising you.

Taking a deep breath, and another gulp of sweetness, you try again.

“Sometimes the closeness... like, physical closeness? Makes me, well, uncomfortable.”

Hopefully, that would satisfy his curiosity for now. That wasn’t the only reason you’d been avoiding Shouto seeming distant, but you didn’t think sharing the others would result in anything good.

Said man accepted your response, dropping his eyes to his lap as he mulled it over. More wine was consumed, glass re-filled. You felt nervous.

“You’re saying that my touch isn’t something you’d prefer.”

Biting your lip, you soften at his confused expression, at the hint of sadness swimming behind his eyes. “Kind of. I don’t mind you Shouto, you’re really kind, and you’re good company, and a wonderful friend. I just don’t think the.... the intimacy is for me.”

Shouto raises his head, stares at you with those pretty eyes, lips parted as he comes to terms with your words. 

“It sounds like you don’t trust me. I would never hurt you, you know this.”

You scramble to assure him. “I do! I do trust you, and I know you wouldn’t.” (at least you hoped) “But I guess I just... Coming into this agreement I wasn’t ready for that type of... thing. I don’t know if I ever will be.”

The man rises, shakes his head as he steps closer to you. “Don’t worry, I remember our first conversation about that aspect. I see that for you, that type of relationship would only begin after you really cared for the other person, trusted and wanted to see them happy, am I correct?”

“Oh, Shouto-” You rush. “No, I care for you, and I trust you, and of course I want to see you happy. I think it’s just, y’know, my last relationship like that went really bad, and it sucked. I don’t want to go through that again.”

Shouto nods, understanding. “I see. You don’t have to worry about any of that with me then.”

A smile crosses your face, and you feel relived that he accepted your rejection with grace and understanding instead of violence or anger. “Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

The mood of the room shifted, from tense and uncomfortable, to easy and light, and you poured another glass of wine, laughing a little at how worried you were about the conversation with Shouto, only for it all to turn out fine.

“I’m going to go drink some of the liquor that’s kept in my room. I could mix a few drinks for you to try, you might like how sweet they are. I know hard alcohol isn’t quite your thing.”

You beam a smile, nodding your head eagerly. Before, you’d feel apprehensive about going into his room with him to drink alcohol. But with the conversation the two of you just had, you knew - things would be fine.

-----

The room was spinning and you felt giddy and light. You were definitely tipsy.

“You can lay down on my bed, you’re getting wobbly on your feet.” Shouto had offered, and you’d gladly accepted, flopping down onto his comfy bedspread with a laugh at how the motion made butterflies rise in your tummy.

Shouto leaned against his dresser, swirling whiskey in his glass as he watched you, a half-smile across his face. You smiled back, before closing your eyes, a little bit tired as you realized that you might be a bit more than just tipsy.

Shouto had mixed quite a few drinks for you, and you’d drank each one eagerly, impressed with how little alcohol you could taste in each one. You don’t remember how many you had, but it didn’t really matter.

The next thing you know, hands are on your waist, scooting you further up the bed so your legs no longer hang off the edge. Cracking open an eye, you’re met with the visage of red-and-white, eyes soft and warm as they regard you, Shouto’s face tinged a bit pink from the few drinks he had consumed. The man had never been too good at holding his alcohol.

When those hands started to slip beneath your shirt, you wiggled like a little worm, not really comprehending the situation. Maybe it was a dream.

Your shirt was discarded, then your pants. It felt much more comfortable now, and you mumbled a “thanks” to the man helping you settle for bed. He was so nice, Shouto took such good care of you. You still kind of couldn’t believe the turn your life had taken with him, the good luck pushed into your path.

Someone was kissing you.

With a grunt of surprise, you kissed them back, meeting their feverish pace and trying to keep up, soft lips puckering and pushing against your own with intent. Kissing felt good. You liked kissing.

Then a hand was cupping your face, stroking tenderly over your cheek before it began sliding down, down your neck, into the valley between your breasts, trailing over your bra. It felt funny.

Pushing back for air, you gasped when the hand on your chest started squeezing at you, eyes flying open with the startling, sudden sensation.

Shouto was hovering over you, lips puffy, panting as he stared at you with lusty eyes, an uncharacteristic look on his face. This... this wasn’t supposed to be like this. You knew. Hadn’t the two of you just talked about something... important? Was it important?

You didn’t feel panic until a hand cupped your sex, feeling your skin through your panties.

This wasn’t right.

Alarm bells were ringing, dull and far away, but you didn’t think that Shouto should be touching you in such a way. you should be going to bed.

“Mm, Sho, can you stop?” But your words felt funny on your tongue, and Shouto didn’t stop. Maybe he didn’t hear you.

His hair tickled your chin as the man bent to mouth at your tits, pulling the cups of your bra underneath them so he could feel your hot skin, let his saliva drag slick and wet against your chest. 

Your hands instinctively rooted themselves in his hair as you gasped again, not expecting such a move, tugging lightly at his head to pull him up. Shouto just groaned, teething gently at your breasts and not moving an inch. His hips were grinding against the bed though, as he stood between your spread legs.

Before you knew it, your panties were gone, bra clumsily unclasped and discarded, and you were completely bare. Shouto was undressing before you, struggling with the buttons on his shirt before giving up, easily ripping the fabric of his body with one tug, grumbling.

You didn’t feel so tipsy anymore.

“Shouto, what’re we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this, we need to stop-”

“Stay down.” Was his firm command, a hand splayed across your naked chest and pushing you back into the mattress as you tried to sit up. It made you breathless, the growl in his voice, the dominance emanating from the man. You stayed still.

“This’s gonna make us a stronger couple.” The man slurred, eyes dark and hands wandering, effortlessly keeping you pinned against the bed as he ground his hips forward against the edge. You were getting scared.

“Wait-”

You fell silent as one hand pushed down his pants, his underwear going with them, pink cock bobbing free. He was so pretty down there, and it made sense, all of him was pretty, but you suddenly realized the weight of the situation, what was happening.

“Shouto, no, oh my god. We gotta stop right now, we’re drunk, we’re-we’re-”

“Don’t care. Not gonna let you hide away from me this time.” Shouto shook his head, taking his cock in one hand and giving it a long, slow pump, flushed tip weeping precum and wetting his hand.

“No, no, this is wrong. I don’t want this, I could get pregnant!” You cried, beginning to panic for real, pushing against the one strong hand anchoring you to the bed.

Shouto just chuckled, letting go of his cock to crowd against you, getting up in your face to press a wet finger to your lips, the salty taste of his precum threatening to slip into your mouth unless you kept it shut. “Shhh, shh. If you stay nice and still, if you do what I say, I’ll use a condom.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“You’re gonna listen to me, you always do.” The man nodded to himself, once again dragging his cock against the bed between your legs, as if he couldn’t stop himself. “Or else I’ll fuck you raw.” The finger was pulled from your lips, only to be wagged teasingly in your face. 

You couldn’t believe how he was acting.

“Be nice.”

Shouto tapped your nose with a neatly manicured finger, before groaning as he heaved himself upright, red cock bobbing against his stomach, desperate for attention. The man gave you a look, as if to say “don’t move” before he took his hands off you, heading for his dresser.

Once you saw him pulling out a strip of condoms, you were on your feet, stumbling toward the door.

Although panic had sobered you somewhat, you were still struggling with the effects of the alcohol, so your reaction time was maddeningly slow. Slow enough that you weren’t able to truly fight against Shouto when he grabbed you from behind toned arms wrapping around your middle and heaving you into the air, only to throw you back on his bed.

You were almost sick on the bedspread, world spinning and stomach protesting, but you were able to calm yourself.

But then Shouto was on you, flipping you onto your back, a soft hand pressing against your throat threateningly. 

“You want to have a baby? Want me to cum in you so you’ll get all fat with kids? Hm?” He was so intense, almost choking you, straddling your waist and keeping you pinned. It was too much

You were able to manage a tearful, desperate “No!” despite the hand around your throat, and Shouto backed off, releasing the pressure to instead stroke his hand against the sides of your neck.

“Stop acting like this, it’s the next logical step for us. You said you cared for me, wanna make me happy. This’ll make me happy. I won’t be like the last guy.”

His cock was pressed against your stomach, and you could feel it twitching. Shouto clambered off of you, letting go of your neck so he could grab the condoms he’d tossed on the bed before snatching you up.

“Do what I say and I use these.” He waved them in your face before tearing one off, beginning to open it. 

You stayed still, gazing at him blearily, limbs feeling fuzzy, mind feeling the same.

The condom was rolled onto Shouto’s cock, the man spitting into his palm and giving the latex a few rubs to make it slick before reaching for you.

He dragged you to the edge of the bed - the perfect height for him to fuck you - and you didn’t fight, terrified of his threat. You couldn’t stand the thought of a baby.

(You didn’t know, but neither could he)

“Wanted to do this since I met you.” Shouto mumbled, pushing your panties to the side with a few fingers so he could guide his tip to your hole. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t know what to think of this side of Shouto. This unreserved, uncareful, slurring mess of a man that loomed before you, gaze dark and wild, limbs everywhere as he groped and squeezed and appreciate the shape of your body.

But he must’ve gotten impatient, because then he was pushing inside.

It hurt, stinging pain rippling up your back and you keened, causing Shouto to pause. One of his hands darted down to wrap around your calf, hauling it up on the bed so he could lean forward and press it to you chest, sinking his cock a few inches deeper.

“You’re gonna take it.” He hissed before messily kissing you, pressed so close together that it was hard to breathe. “I’ll make it feel good after you do.”

[vneuns]

babysitters kinda hot

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↬ pairing: cc!dream x reader

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↬ summary: The last thing Dream expected was to find a baby at his front door and his upstairs neighbor to be a hot babysitter who just might make his life a hell of a lot easier.

↬ warnings: cursing, dilf dream, Jorge being stupid for five minutes, Sapnap being a hot uncle and a ladies man, Quackity getting yelled at 24/7 for something dumb, Karl being confused every chapter, and Emma being sick and tired of all the men around her.

↬ note: this chapter is litterallly so so soooo shitty but it's like i could give less shits atp. because for whatever reason you guys wil take whatever I give you-

also i wanna start writing blurbs for bd so send in some ask im begging. it could be abt anything like art and dream ending up together for whatever reason you would want that.

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Clay cooed at the baby in her stroller who was munching on some banana flavored puffs as the two waited for the elevator. To say Clay was scared shitless would be an understatement.

This would be Em’s first doctor's appointment since she had arrived on his doorstep and for a while the worst thoughts ran through his head like maybe she had a fever that hadn’t showed any symptoms just yet or she had something that wasn’t even diagnosed yet.

The blonde's thoughts were cut short as the elevator door opens and there stands a woman who seems to be preoccupied with her phone but her gaze moves up when she notices the baby in the stroller.

A large smile makes its way onto her face as she scrunches her nose at the carbon copy of the man pushing the stroller.

She bends now opening and closing her hand at the baby who giggles in return. “Hi there Emmy.”

It takes the boy a second before he realizes that it’s the same girl from before.

“Hey you’re the girl from the other day,” His eyebrows furrow in surprise, as do hers when she looks up and realizes as well.

“Sweaty!”

He chuckled, putting a hand out for her to take. “Clay.”

She smiles, taking his hand and introducing herself. “Y/n.”

“If you don’t mind me asking how do you know Em?”

Y/ns eyebrows raise putting it together. Before she lets out a chuckle and explains how Alex basically told her everything and while he was doing something the boys had contacted her begging for her to work her magic on the baby.

The blonde laughs, shaking his head nodding.

“Sounds about right.”

The attention of the two are drawn from each other when Emileah makes a noise with her mouth trying to grab Y/n’s attention, upset it was taken away from her for two seconds.

Em giggles at the girl in front of her before taking a strawberry and banana puff out of her little bowl and pushes it towards the y/h/c headed woman.

“Oh- She doesn’t even like sharing with me,” The boy's eyebrows raise in surprise at how comfortable his daughter is with this complete stranger.

Y/n laughs before bending down and opening her mouth allowing Emmy to plop the baby snack on her tongue where the flavoring seeps slowly.

“Don’t take it offensively, I practically raised my siblings.”

“So you’re a baby whisperer?”

Clay swears he feels his heart skip a beat when she smiles at his words biting a bit of the middle of her lip.

Before she can respond they’ve reached the lobby and have to get out before everyone waiting to get on piled in.

“Well it was nice-,”

“Would you mind being my babysitter?” Clay blurts out unexpectedly catching both of them off guard as Em keeps herself entertained with her stuffed giraffe.

“Uhh..” Moving her eyes down she scratches at her forehead.

“I’m sorry I don't know where that came from,” He trails off trying to find the right words to fix what he just said.

“No it’s okay, When do you want me to start?”

-

“So let me get this straight.” Earth swallows the rest of her ice tea resting her elbows on the table as if to hear her better.

“You.” She points.

“Accepted a job, from some dilf you flirted with in an elevator on your way to see your grandmother?”

Y/n nods, breaking a piece of bread from the basket in the middle of the table.

“I’d do something like that with your mom.” Mitzi buts in casually scrolling through Mitzi’s phone not caring for the conversation the two others are having.

Y/n’s eyes narrow to her pink headed friend rolling her eyes.

“So where’s your little brother?”

Earth scoffs, shaking her head at the mention of her hard headed brother.

“Probably with his boyfriend.”

Just as Mitzi begins to cut in with a your mom joke a waiter appears placing their respected foods in front of them, just as Acid appears phone in hand hair a fluffy mess.

Just as the boy goes to talk he’s immediately shut up by his older sister who gives him a look telling him to just sit.

“So tell us more about this dilf..”

-

“You just asked a girl we’ve met once and haven’t had a full conversation with, to be your babysitter?”

Clay nods, scratching the back of his head at the blunt comment from one of his best friends.

“No background check.. nothing?” Karl questions knitting his eyebrows, playing with Em who’s sat on his lap occupied with the rings on his fingers.

“Why not just invite her to dinner and learn more about her?”

“Hmm, well that’s not too bad of an idea.”

After calling his new found babysitter and inviting her to a nice dinner in his home with his roommates an hour or two passed when the woman had gotten ready for her last minute dinner plans.

When a knock was placed on the door Karl who was closet at the moment opened it greeting her with a warm smile and a half hug.

Her body was being hugged by a knee length white silk bodycon dress, with open toe sandals and very light makeup. Karl’s eyes traveled from her shoes all the way up to her face, his reddening when he notices he’s been caught and just allows the woman inside.

It’s cleaner than the last time she was here, and baby items weren’t thrown all over the place.

The rest of the boys greeted her with a smile whilst Dream stayed in the kitchen fixing up the rest of the meal.

As Yn fell into a conversation with Alex and George, Karl and Sapnap stayed by the door inconspicuously looking at the woman who had just entered.

“Babysitter’s kinda hot.” Sapnap mumbled, eyeing her up from his place next to Karl. With a jab to his best friend's side the brunette shook his head before going to converse with the others.

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