#when I say stealing from his closet I actually mean off his body

[yeonzzzn]

stealing that hoodie from his closet fr fr

[ilycosy]

why is the thought of luke stealing your underwear and keeping them in his cargo pants so hot to me??? i……

it's so hot bc it's totally real n possible ,,, he wld definitely steal anything of yours that he can grab w/o anyone noticing !!

lukes the type of guy that def ends up getting caught eventually tho .. maybe on purpose

luke castellan has always been the golden boy of camp— never mean nor out of place, just the right amount of confident and talkative. perfect in every sense, with his pretty face and natural hermes boy charm.

which is why he finds it so hot, the actual scandal of it all fueled his fucked up sense of self even more. he knows it's weird to do, but he chalks it up to his father as another thing he can hate him for. besides, who expects a hermes child not to steal?

at first it starts off simple, just little things of yours that you won't miss. pencils and random things you fiddled with for a week before forgetting about it, then it turned into shirts. the shirts served a double purpose really, slipping them over his pillow so he can cling to and pretend like you're together— and then the more obvious answer.

he honestly hadn't thought about stealing your panties until he saw the opportunity— well, maybe he did, but he didn't actually expect himself to do it. until he did. it was like he was on autopilot, grabbing something from your cabin for another person when he saw your bunk. the small laundry basket caught his eye, he knew that he had to have it.

he barely looked at them before they were in his hands, he only paused for a moment to feel the intricate lace before stuffing them in his pockets. he puts them in the pocket closet to him for easy reach, the fabric lump isn't even visible with how the pants are designed and he's never been more thankful for cargo pants until now.

throughout the day he can't help but feel them to make sure they're real every chance he gets, hands in his pockets idly while he's talking to people— even you. pretending like he doesn't know everything about what you're saying, he smiles and nods, occasionally rubbing the fabric and fighting back the blood rushing down his body.

but back to what i was saying abt him getting caught (on purpose)

luke has always been sneaky, you've known this ever since you started dating him. he's always planning and learning certain things about you that makes you wonder if he's stalking you (he is but shh pretend u don't know), but you just brush it off as him being a good bf and a hermes child.

which is why you almost second guess your eyes when you spot a pair of panties tucked under lukes pillow— at first you thought the worst, but when you got closer you felt your stomach drop and churn when you saw it was an old pair of yours. half in disgust, but also there was a deep coil of desire in you.

you don't mention it for a while, at first he just thinks that you didn't see it the first time— so he keeps leaving them under his pillow still.

he couldn't be so wrong. when he finally has a moment away from the prying eyes of young campers and the annoyance of the other counselors, he takes you to the cabin. pushing you down against the bed completely forgetting that he planted them under the pillow.

he's leaving wet open-mouthed kisses down your neck onto your chest when you reach up to grab them, hooking your finger around the thin waistband— you hold them up smugly like a trophy. "you still haven't hid them?"

[double--blind]

(SPOILERS) breaking down how obsessed Andrew is w/his sister bc he's a repressed lil liar and I'm going insane

This post got longer than I intended it to

1. He claims they don't spend enough time apart from each other to even begin missing her so he doesn't even know if he would, but just earlier in the game he was apart from her for probs like 30 mins tops to investigates some cultists and guess what???? He was already missing her 😒

2. Says "I thought you grew out of this touchy-feely crap" when Ashley asks for a hug, but earlier when he was cooking dinner, he was the one with the inexplicable urge to "pull this broody bitch into [his] arms and force her to stay until she smiles" 😒

3. Piggy-backing off the last screenshot: WHAT OTHER THOUGHTS, ANDREW??? yOU WERE JUST THINKING ABT HUGGING HER. WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEAN. THESE ARE SIMPLY INNOCENT BROTHERLY THOUGHTS ARE THEY NOT????? 🤨🤨🤨

4. Bro just can't keep his hands off her. And everyone thinks Ashley's the clingy one jeez (lol the way he springs apart from her when Mom catches them is definitely definitelyyyy not worth analyzing. nope. not even when it happens a second time on the couch. nope. nooope)

5. What. What is he thinking here. Don't think I don't see those grey lil blush lines. Is this connected to my third point somehow bc like... 🤨😬 Is "Andrew" is gonna start doing and being what "Andy" was too spineless and afraid of doing?? That's what the vow was partly abt right?? Does that include—

5. WHEWWW BOY that little flashback with his gf has so much baggage in it I just wanna dissect. His girlfriend's tryna have a serious discussion with him abt his weird sister for the sake of bettering their relationship bc she genuinely loves him, but he just gets caught up in fondly talking abt said weird sister instead??

6. He's awfully hesitant abt Ashley learning some independence, bc y'know what?? I think he doesn't really want her to stop relying on him. But what do I know y'know

6. Wants his gf to put tie her hair up in a ponytail, then when she refuses bc he'll pull on it, says it's just "how boys express their love". Well. You know who else puts there hair up in a ponytail??? You know who else's hair he's always pulling on and touching???

7. The voicemails in his gf's phone left by Ashley are heard by him in his dreams, and his dreams are a construction of his mind utilizing his memories, personal hangups, and knowledge of Ashley. The voicemails irl were left on his gf's phone, and for all we know, he never actually listened to them in person. Bearing this in mind... odds are the things Ashley's saying contain bits of truths he believes within himself, filtered thru her crude, hateful dialogue.

Here. I transcribed one of them...

"DO YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME!? Just because you can fuck him and I can't? You think that's love?! Are you fucking delusional?? Cumdumpsters like you are just that. He will never love you. Not like he loves me. I am the only one. I am everything. I am the secrets you'll never hear. When he lies in bed at night, and when he needs someone to hold on to… It's not you he seeks out. It is me."

8. Claims Ashley's the one with the jealous streak, not him, but I think he's just as bad. The only difference is that Ashley's never given him reason to act on it since all she's ever wanted was him, but at the slightest mention of her gettin it on w/someone else, even as a joke, he gets mad. "OVER MY DEAD BODY!!" he says, when she's jokingly contemplating getting knocked up via the neighbor so an ambulance would come for her. "I wouldn't let them," he says, when she's complaining abt not being pretty enough for the wardens to bang her

9. Going hand-in-hand with that fact, he's intensely protective of her. Didn't hesitate to cleaver the warden who found her in the closet (probs didn't even BLINK lmaooo he chose VIOLENCE), and when the cake-stealing cultist insulted her just once, he stepped forward just like that

10. In their apt, when they were lying on the floor talking abt jumping off the balcony, he was really caught up in the "romantic" fantasy of them committing a double suicide and dying with their bodies entwined so irreparably by the impact they form one unified corpse "never to be separated!" and they get buried in the same coffin together. UM??? Bro fr thought he was the sane one of the two. That wasn't even true before the cannibalism and demon summoning 😭😭😭

BONUS:

11. This might just be me, but his reaction to seeing the post-sex vision doesn't strike me as someone who's inherently opposed to the idea. Instead of disgusted, he was... flustered?? He acted like she walked in mid-guilty pleasure wet dream. This wasn't a "GROSS THATS INCEST" reaction which is... the most normal reaction to have. That's the face of a man that got CAUGHT bro.

He asks "we're not like that, are we?" and "why are you like this?" and questions the veracity of the vision, but he never actually explicitly denies wanting the vision to happen, more focused on Ashley and her reaction. He buries the elephant under the rug as fast as he can, bc yeah, it struck a landmine, but it probably wasn't a landmine for the reason Ashley thinks it is. I bet the vision just hit a little too close... :P

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah!! I’m just imagining one night reader and Eddie’s pillow talk after a long day with Dorothy or even when she was pregnant and I know reader sneaks in wanting cheese fries into the conversation 😂 I love them!!💕💕

Hiii babes!! I love this because you know their pillow talk is just so random especially when she was pregnant😂 so I hope you enjoy these little glimpses into what their late night convos are like!💖

-find all things It Was Just One Night here

“Jesus Christ why are your feet so fucking cold?” “I was too sleepy to put socks on…stop moving Eddie how am I supposed to shove them between yours if you keep wiggling away from me?” “That’s the point you can’t…just let me go get you some socks so we can both get comfortable.” “I’m perfectly content…” “yeah well it feels like I have actual ice cubes on my feet so I’m gonna-” “You’re ruining this moment you asshole just lay down and let me cuddle you.” “But…but your feet…are so fucking cold baby.” “Just lay down and you’ll forget all about my feet in a few minutes.” “How will I forget?…oh is this like…your way of saying we can do sexy stuff that’ll distract me from your glacier feet?” “Yeah…go get me some socks.”

“Did I tell you what Steve told me today when he came to drop off some snacks for me at work?” “Snacks? Baby I packed you a whole fucking lunch.” “So?…what’s lunch have to do with snacks? Oh hand me my chapstick please.” “Here…I guess…snacks and lunch don’t really have anything in common minus being food…but no what did Steve tell you?” “He said he has a date!” “He’s Steve…he always has a date.” “Don’t be an asshole Eddie he’s really excited about this one…wants me to meet her this weekend.” “He wants you to meet her?…Why?” “What do you mean why?” “Is he trying to scare her off?” “Edward James Munson what the fuck is wrong with you?” “Ouch you’re so violent before bed…I’m just saying We all remember what happened with the last girl he brought over…” “She tried to take a bite of my Mac and cheese…I was like eight months pregnant you can’t just try to take my food without me screaming or crying…” “yeah well you ended up doing both…” “I’m his bestfriend Eddie he just wants to get my opinion on her that’s all…” “and probably show off his uncle skills with Dotty…he knows girls melt at the sight of a man holding a baby.” “That’s true…you look dreamy holding Dotty.” “Do I really?” “Yes but do go getting all cocky about it…”

“Is that my shirt?” “No it’s mine.” “Baby…did you go into my dresser and steal another one of my shirts?” “No…I went into the closet and stole one of your shirts…they are perfect for sleeping and you sleep half naked so figured it’s fine.” “Yeah yeah it’s fine…can you uh..is it okay if we cuddle a little before bed? I’ve had a long day.” “We cuddle every night before bed…” “i mean uhm..like can..I uh-” “you wanna be the little spoon don’t you?” “Yes.” “Fine but only if you put your hair up so it’s not all in my face…you know I hate when it gets in my mouth.” “Of course…I love you.” “I love you too now come to momma…tell me all about your day.” “You know how I feel about you calling yourself momma in the bedroom.” “Oh right forgot no momma for me but daddy for you is allowed…that’s so rude.” “Don’t start with the daddy thing unless you’re in the mood to fool around….” “Did you use a new body wash? You smell like…lavender?” “I accidentally used the bed time baby wash we use for Dotty…I thought it was one of your fancy ones…” “it smells nice…god you’re so warm it’s like you’re my own space heater.” “Yeah we need to get your levels checked because it’s like frosty the fucking snowman is spooning me right now.” “At least I didn’t forget my socks this time.” “Thank god for that…”

“When did you know you were in love with me?” “What?” “When did you realize you were in love with me? I mean it took you months to even ask me on a date so I’m just curious.” “Oh uh well…I kinda knew the moment I saw you shove a whole chicken nugget into your mouth and wash it down with a milkshake after we bought Dotty’s crib….I just looked at you and thought…yeah…that’s her…she’s the one.” “What the fuck Eddie that was like a whole month before my baby shower.” “Yeah…I know…but I didn’t wanna freak you out so I figured a date first would be smart.” “For me it was when you came to pick me up from lovers lake at like three in the morning because my car wouldn’t start…that’s when I kinda started seeing you as someone I could actually enjoy being around.” “That’s the first time I stayed the night with you.” “I know…I just enjoyed you being around and when I woke up and you were still there it just…meant a lot to me.” “I’ll always be here…I’m not going anywhere.” “I know…” “I love you…I’d marry you if you’d stop telling me no.” “I love you too…I know you would…but I’m never gonna say yes…sorry.” “It’s fine baby…I’m never gonna stop asking….ya know just incase you change your mind.”

[amiserableseriesofevents]

when they figure out they do laundry veryy differently (like whether or not they separate colors/whites, how they fold, how often laundry is done, etc.) 🥰🥰

The end of a lazy afternoon finds John sprawled on the couch with Meatball next to him, snoring quietly as John plays some Legend of Zelda on the tv.

They're waiting for Buck to come home from a shift at West Anglia and John personally hopes he'll arrive with some news about the latest endeavors of Marge and Rosie, aka the Most Unlikely Duo as John and Benny call them. Buck isn't usually one for gossip, especially when Marge is involved, but the constant push-pull of the couple is too much even for him.

When the door of the apartment – their apartment, John reminds himself with a proud grin – opens Meatball immediately runs to Buck and John pauses the game, waiting on the couch. “Welcome back doll, how's it going?” He shoots loud towards the entryway.

Buck steps into the living room with Meatball at his heels, cheeks reddened and hair askew from the bike ride home. “S'doing well, better now here at home. Did you guys have fun? Went for a you know what?” He asks, leaning over the back of the couch to kiss John on the lips.

“Yeah, we did go to the park and shared a sandwich,” John answers, stealing another kiss. “And then we cleaned the bedroom, prepped dinner, and folded the laundry that was in the dryer.”

“That's good, I think it's just time for another round of washing. I'm gonna take a quick shower then I'll help you with the dinner, ok?”

“Sure love, take your time. Oh, any news about our favorite couple?” John teases. Buck rolls his eyes. “I'll tell you later,” he says, and with another kiss he's gone before John can complain. Sighing, he starts the game and plays for a few more minutes before Buck's voice gets to his ears.

“John, sweetheart, can you come here a moment?”

And John's blood immediately turns to ice because if there's a thing he's learnt in this past year and a half he's spent with Buck it's that when he uses pet names like this, he's just about to murder him in cold blood.

“Yeah sure doll, I'm coming!” John shouts back and goes to their bedroom, feigning nonchalance. Buck's standing next to their bed – neatly made with the space-patterned sheets Marge has gifted them for their new home – and is staring at the piles of laundry John has folded earlier.

“Yes, doll?”

“Care to explain what is this?” Buck asks pointing at the laundry.

“It's the laundry I took from the dryer and folded.”

“And why, pray tell, did you fold it like that?”

Puzzled, John looks at the folded towels. “What do you mean like that? How else was I supposed to fold them? That's the body towels pile, that's the hand towels pile, that's...”

“Are you serious? You're telling me you did that on purpose?”

With a sigh John turns to Buck. “Buck, my love, I'm gonna need you to be more clear because I understand you're pissed but I have no idea why,” he tells him – hell yeah, he's been working really hard on his communication issues.

“You're supposed to fold them by sets! The blue body towel with the blue hand towel, the green body towel with the green hand towel, and so on!” Buck exclaims, so astonished he doesn't even sound angry anymore.

“But that doesn't make sense. What if you only need the body towel?”

“It's a set! You're supposed to use them together, why would you only need one?! Who raised you, John Clarence Egan?!”

John gasps, outraged. “Hey now, there's no need for middle names! And I'll let you know, my mother didn't care about how the laundry was folded: however it would fit into the closet was just about right.”

Buck looks at him in suspicion. “You never folded your stuff once in your whole life, did you?” He asks.

“Well, not when my mom could complain about it. But the guys...”

“Oh shut up about the guys, I've seen how they keep their changing rooms and I am actually afraid to learn how they fold their laundry,” Buck cuts him off with a shudder. Then he exhales, and relaxes his shoulders just a bit. “Next time could you please fold them by sets? I promise it's more practical.”

“I'll try and remember that. I'm sorry, I had no idea you had such strong opinions on laudry,” John says, tugging Buck closer to place a kiss on his head.

“I have strong opinions on things that matter,” the other grumbles. “I'm going to load the washing machine now, do you have more whites to put in?”

“Yeah, there's your white shirt in the bathroom, I put the stain remover on that coffee stain on the wrist earlier and it should be ready to wash now.”

It's Buck's turn to look puzzled. “The what?”

“The stain remover? The one that's specific for coffee stains?”

A beat. “We don't have that.”

“Yes we do? In the cupboard? Along with one specific for wine stains and one for makeup?”

Buck still looks at him like he's grown a third eye. “Now you're just fucking with me,” he says but he sounds uncertain.

John raises his eyebrows at him. “Gale Winston Cleven,” he spells out, and smirks at Buck's consequential eye roll. “Are you telling me you don't use stain removers when you do your laundry?”

“Of course I do, but a generic one! Why on earth would I need a specific one for every kind of stain?”

“Well in case you didn't notice, all the coffee stains on your shirts have been disappearing much faster lately. And the wine I spilled on your trousers at the restaurant? Yeah that's gone too. Because I put the specific stain remover on it,” John explains.

“I'm still not convinced that we actually need that kind of stuff,” Buck says.

“Trust me, you'll see it the next time I leave makeup stains on your collar after a show,” John shoots back with a wink. Buck seems like he's pondering it for a minute, then he slowly nods. “That did go away pretty fast the last time, you're right. Wait, you're telling me you've been using your fancy stain removers on my stuff? Why?”

“Well I cannot possibly let you go around with coffee stains on all your white shirts; who would take you seriously then, Professor Cleven?”

Buck smirks at that, the nickname always hitting him just right. “I'd say from now on, you do the washing and I do the folding? So everyone's happy?” He suggests.

“Deal,” John says pulling him closer again for another kiss. “I like how we're managing this, moving in together and dividing the responsibilities. It makes us sound like two healthy adults, don't you think?”

Buck can't hide a smile against John's lips. “I love it too, coming home and finding you here, you taking care of my laundry, helping you cook dinner... maybe we actually are two healthy adults.”

“Mh, don't count on it,” is John's response, and Buck laughs at it and extricates himself from the hug, finally walking to the bathroom. “I'll leave the washing to you then!” He says closing the door behind him.

“Sure doll! I can't wait to wash all your white shirts with one of my red socks and see what happens. I bet you'd look good in pink!” John says.

The bathroom door reopens in an instant, angry blue eyes shining through the crack. “Don't you dare.”

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: luther, klaus, and number five

↳ warnings: canon type threats from five

↳ notes: written so both ftm, mtf, or gn folks can read it. basically was just be being really self indulgent. enjoy

↳ song: dancin - krono remix—aaron smith

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𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

• We all saw how he reacted to Viktor’s coming out in season three. The human equivalent of ‘he’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit.’

• This time, he’s got a bit more experience understanding these things than the first time around. Might still ask Viktor a few things if he’s too embarrassed to question you directly, to which he is reminded that Viktor doesn’t speak for every trans person

• He eventually just ends up asking you what he wanted to know with a considerably more nervous tone

• Coming out party when?? Convinced that this guy just wants to have a party before the world ends at this point. Won’t have one if you’re not comfortable with it just like his brother, but he’d be so pumped if you did

• You’d think that walking around hand in hand with a big guy like Luther would stop people from yelling stuff at you, but you’d be surprised. In any case, he always makes sure to defend your honor, even if you don’t need it. He’s chivalrous like that

• Luther would be able to relate with any body dysmorphia you have on some sort of level—and in turn knows ways to combat it. It wasn’t easy to nearly die and wake up to the upper body of a monkey, so he had to adapt somehow, both mentally and physically

𝐊𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬

• Oh, he’s so happy that you feel comfortable around him

• Klaus has always experimented with his gender and sexuality, never sweating the small stuff, so finding someone that he can share his experiences with on more than just a friendly level really excites him

• No matter what time period the two of you end up in, Klaus is always supportive of you, even if it gets him in some hot water with the locals and their opinions (i.e, your time spent in the sixties.)

• Probably steals your hormone boosters if you ever run out of them. Or buys them off a dealer or two. You don’t take drugs for so long without knowing a few people

• Please let him do your hair. Whether you’re looking to lengthen it or shorten it, or even just dye the thing, Klaus will clamor at the opportunity to play hairdresser. Only if you promise to do his own in return, of course

• “Fabulous! You look amazing!” He croons one day, pretending to swoon at the sight of you. Or maybe it was authentic. You could never tell with him. Either way it made you fight the urge to crack a smile

• “Klaus you literally just brushed my hair.” You snort

• “My point still stands. Fabulous I say!”

• In a similar note to that, Klaus would let you rummage through his closet for any sort of spare clothes or fashion inspiration if you run out of outfits/ideas for how to dress. He’s got a wide array of strange garments anyways; from multicolored skirts and dresses, to suits with sequins and eye catching patterns

• Be warned. He will want to matching couples outfits. And they will be atrocious

• On any of your bad days, Klaus makes sure to remind you of how brilliant you are. Most times he just describes you how he sees you through his eyes in an attempt to cheer you up, but sometimes he’ll simply slot himself next to you and hold you until you’re ready to talk about it

• For someone that’s infamous for not being able to stand silence, Klaus sure knows how to utilize it

𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

• Contrary to popular belief, Five does actually give two shits about you—and then some. You are his partner after all (How you managed that no one’s quite sure. The running theory between Diego and Allison is that he’s holding you hostage or blackmailing you somehow)

• His love for you means that he’s more than willing to try and understand your point of view on both the world and yourself. When he’s not trying to stop the apocalypse from ending the world and everyone in it, of course

• Often times brings Delores into the serious conversations you’ll have, claiming that out of the two of them she’s better at understanding these things

• Would burn down a building for you, and probably has already, so when you get misgendered or scrutinized Five won’t hesitate to threaten the person bothering you

• “Unless you have an aversion to keeping both of your eyes in their sockets, I suggest you back away from them.” He had hissed at a passerby on the street one day, clenching his fist with a deadly smile. And while he might not look threatening enough with his smaller frame in school boy shorts, the look in Five’s eyes had the other person scrambling away without a retort

• “Thanks.” You chuckle breathily at him after, shaking your head. “You don’t always have to do that, you know. Scare those guys off.”

• “Yeah, well, Lila would kill me if I didn’t. You’re one of the only people she actually likes.” Five rolls his eyes, doing a poor job at concealing the red tips of his ears. But you got the message

• “Sure thing Fivey.” You knocked his shoulder against your own, and held your hands up with a laugh when he sent a scathing glare your way

• He’s not the best at saying that he loves you, and that means everything about you, but he sure does try in his own little fucked up way

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

NEW BODY

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

NEW BODY

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Annie is feeling insecure about her looks so she decided to start a diet. (TRIGGER WARNING)

Warnings: if you feel uncomfortable with this kind of topics, please DO NOT read. Also I want you to know you are beautiful no matter how you look and if you want to lose weight please go with someone who actually knows what they’re doing and not with a crazy diet (or pills) you saw online.

A/N: English is not my first language and I was tired when I wrote this, so I’m sorry for any mistake this may have. Enjoy!

Word count: 1870

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Annie was in the walk-in closet looking at herself in the mirror, her favorite dress, the one Andy gave her for their first anniversary didn’t fit anymore; It’s been 5 months since Lily was born and now her arms looked fat, her tummy was bloated, not to mention it kinda looked like a deflated balloon, her nipples were raw from breastfeeding, she had stretched marks on her skin and her hips look wider, she sighed, turned around and thought she looked absolutely ridiculous.

She loved being a mom but she didn’t love the way she looked now. Andy was over the moon with Lily, her little princess as he called her. Lily was a carbon copy of him, she even had the same mole on the right cheek; the only thing Lily got from Annie was her eyes and hair.

Annie laid down on their bed scrolling on her cellphone on Instagram, when she saw a post of someone who lose 15 pounds based on an only veggie diet, and she decided it was worth the shot.

It was around 7 when all the family sat down to have dinner. Lily was sitting in her chair on top of the dining table so Annie could watch her. Annie placed Andy and Jake’s plate in front of them, pasta, a steak and a side salad; while she had chopped lettuce and a bunch of steamed vegetables.

“Honey…” Andy looked at her and then her plate, “ammm wanna tell me something?”

“Mmm, I went to Target and bought a new detergent.” she bit a piece of broccoli.

“No,” Andy was thinking what to say, “I mean, about your dinner.”

“Oh! I decided to start a diet.”

“Why?”  Jake said as he ate his pasta.

“Why not?” you raised your brow.

“Fine,” Andy really didn’t want to argue with her “If you want to be on a diet, I’ll support you.”

“Thanks, baby” she kissed him and proceeded to have dinner.

“I have to do diet too?” Jake asked.

“No, sweetie. You’re fine.” Annie said smiling at him.

“You’re fine too, honey.” Andy said with a serious tone and Annie didn’t respond.

It’s been a month since Annie started the diet and doing a bit of yoga in the mornings, but so far she’s only gotten to be in a bad mood, have a constant headache, and feel tired most of the time; which led on her not wanting to be intimate with Andy and pull away every time he tried to hug her or touch her near her waist. She went to the closet and tried on the dress again, she looked the same, in fact she thought she look fatter than last month.

“ARGH! Stupid dress!”

She struggled to take it off and since Lily was taking her nap, she went to have a shower.

Andy was coming back from picking Jake from his soccer practice. He was holding a big paper bag on his hand.

“We’re back!”

The house was silent which was odd since by this time Annie was in the kitchen making lunch. He left the bag on the counter.

“Honey?” Andy walked to the living room, then the office, “Honey, where are you?”

When he finally made it to the room, he found Annie in the walk-in closet, sitting on the floor in one of his shirts, her back against the wall.

“Oh my God, honey, are you ok?” Andy got closer to her and grabbed her hand, it was cold.

“Yeah,” she whispered, “I’m just dizzy.”

“Honey, you’re really pale.”

“I’m fine, I just…”

She was heavy breathing; the dizziness came and went and then everything went black. By the time she opened her eyes she was on the bed and Andy was by her side.

“Hi” Andy’s voice was distant somehow, she blinked a couple of times before she tried to sit down, “Easy there” Andy helped her and handed her a glass of water.

“What happened?” she drank a small sip of the water.

“You tell me.” Andy was not happy at all, she could tell by the furrow on his face.

“I… I just took a shower,” Andy kept looking at her encouraging to continue, “And, I don’t know, I was about to pick some shorts to wear, felt dizzy and sat down, Andy is not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?! You fucking passed out in my arms! You scare the shit out of me! And I’m sure it’s all because of that stupid diet of yours!”

“It’s not stupid.” She whispered.

“Whatever, I’m not in the mood of having a fight. I brought lunch, and you better come down and eat with us.”

10 minutes later Annie came down the stairs with Lily in her arms, Andy and Jake were already eating. He had bought burgers and fries for everybody. Annie put Lily on her chair and went to the fridge, grabbed an apple and came back and sat with them.

“Seriously?!” Andy said annoyed.

“You know I can’t eat that.”

“Fine, more for us.” Andy took a bite of his burger and enjoy his meal while Annie just stare at them.

“I don’t feel well, so I’m just gonna take my apple and go to our room.” She stood up, “Take care of Lily, would you?”

“Shit.” Andy said under his breath.

“Mum is sick, she don’t eat her burger.”

“She’s not sick, buddy.”

Andy was laying on their bed watching TV and chewing on her apple when Andy walked in and stood in front of the bed.

“We need to talk.”

“Ok.” She put her apple on her night stand, “What about?”

“Your stupid diet.”

“I told you it’s not stupid.”

“It is! You barely eat, and when you do, is all steamed vegetables or fruit. Look if you want to do this, I’ll take you to a doctor or something, but you are starving yourself, and I wanna fucking know why?” His voice louder than usual.

“I just…” her eyes fill with tears, “I wanna look pretty for you…” She lifted her gaze to see Andy’s confused expression.

“Honey,” he sat next to her, “You are beautiful.” He tried to caress her face but she pulled away.

“No, I’m not! I’m fat and my clothes don’t fit anymore, and I just wanted to be pretty for you.” By the time she finished tears were streaming down her face.

“Who told you you were fat? Is this why you don’t let me touch you?!” she nodded.

 “No one told me, I can tell, every day that I look myself in the mirror… I look bigger; and the dress you gave me for our anniversary doesn’t fit anymore… I wanted to look like the girl you fell in love with.”

“You still look like that girl, honey” he pulled her close making her sit on his lap “Those beautiful eyes, that cute smile, what’s not to love?”

She hugged him and hide her face on the crock of his neck for him not to see her cry.

“You don’t care I’m fat?” she sniffed and rubbed her eyes.

“Alright, show me where all the fat you’re talking ‘bout is”

Annie lifted her shirt a tad and show him her tummy. He put his large hand on it. “Looks good to me” he said smirking at her, and then proceed to tickle her.

“Stop!” she said while giggling.

“There it is, that laugh!” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Come,” Andy put her on her feet and took her hand. They walked to the closet and stood in front of the mirror, “Off with the clothes.”

“Andy, I don’t want to.”

“You can leave your underwear on, but the rest must be gone, come on. The faster you do it, the faster we finish this.”

Annie took out her t-shirt and shorts, leaving her in only her panties and bra. Andy stood behind her.

“So, where’s the problem?”

“Everywhere.” She took a deep breath, “My tummy looks like a deflated balloon, my arms are fat, and I ammm I don’t like the stretched marks.”

“That’s it?”

“No, I don’t like…”

“You know what I see?” Andy interrupted her and she shook her head, “I see a woman who gave birth to the most precious little girl. I see a good mom and an amazing wife.”

“I feel ugly!”

“You are not ugly!”

“I certainly don’t feel pretty.”

“I don’t understand why. You look perfect to me.” Annie turned and hugged Andy “Shhhh,” Andy hugged her tighter, “Baby girl, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” She sniffed, “If your body changed is because you gave birth. You look gorgeous! Bigger ass though, I like that very much I must say.” He heard a fainted giggled, “And if that dress is giving you a hard time, I will buy you another one, stupid dress, making my girl sad.”

Annie laughed this time.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.”

“Can I put my clothes back on?”

“Sure!”

Once she was dressed again Andy kissed her slowly, holding her waist and keeping her close to his body and then Annie’s stomach growled.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be, that actually reminded me of something” He gave her a peck on the nose, “Be right back.”

Annie walked back to bed and soon after Andy came back hiding something behind his back.

“Ok, I need you to close your eyes, and open your mouth.”

“I’m not falling for that… again.” She said and Andy laughed.

“It’s not my… it’s not, I promise.” She did as he said, and listen to the sound of a paper bag. “Now closed your mouth.” The flavor of a French fry filled her mouth and she moaned at the tasty flavor. The wrapped paper was still around the burger and the fry’s package was on Andy’s hand.

“You didn’t thought we actually ate your food, right?” She giggled, “I actually thought you were doing a great effort with your “diet” soo,” he unwrapped the burger, “Double bacon cheese burger and large fries for my lady.”

“You are the greatest husband ever.” She took the burger and give it a good bite, “My god! I’ve missed this!”

Andy sat next to Annie watched her enjoyed her meal.

“Honey,” Andy said while she put a fry on her mouth, “Please, no more crazy diets, ok?” She nodded as she chew her food. “I mean it!”

“Promise.” She gave him her pinky finger and hook his with hers. “I’ll find someone to help me be in shape again.”

“You can work out with me if you want.”

“Pass! You get up really early to work out and considering I have a baby to take care of I rather to work out later, but thank you.”

“That’s not the work out I’m talking about.” He said as he raised his brow.

“Oh!” Andy kissed the back of her ear, “Hehehe, stop, it tickles.”

“Just a bit, come on.”

“It’s the middle of the day, the kids are awake!”

 “Be right back, finish your food and get ready for the work out of your life.” Andy stood, “Kids! Time for a nap!”

[diorleclerc]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫

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you noticed that a few of your sweatshirts were missing as you organized your closet.

but when you saw the instagram story he posted on the plane, you realized that where your sweatshirts disappeared to. even though you could barely see it in the photo, you knew that it was one of yours.

when you woke up the next morning, you saw a bunch of new photos of carlos arriving at the paddock, wearing another one of your sweatshirts.

so when he called you later that night, you didn’t waste any time to ask him about it.

“you know, i noticed that a few of my sweatshirts were missing today,” you tell him. “oh? are you sure they didn’t get buried somewhere in the closet?” carlos asks.

“yeah, pretty sure. i’m pretty sure they somehow ended up in your suitcase though,” you say. “huh? you sure about that?” he asks.

“babe, i saw you wearing one of them on your instagram story. and another one when you showed up at the paddock,” you tell him.

“sorry princess. but i wanted a reminder of you while i was away,” carlos smiles softly. “and yet you’re always accusing me of stealing your clothes,” you shake your head.

“because you are! you’re literally wearing one of my sweaters right now, princess,” he points out, recognizing the pattern on the white sweater you had on.

“this is our sweater, actually. your closet became mine the moment we started dating, babe. so technically, I’m not stealing,” you say and he rolls his eyes.

“yeah, yeah, yeah. whatever,” he says. “you shouldn’t even be saying anything. you’re wearing my hoodie right now too,” you say.

“you mean our hoodie,” he corrects, copying your words from just a few moments ago.

“nope. i said your closet became mine. not that mine became yours,” you correct. “well that’s not fair,” carlos says, a pout on his face. “life’s not fair, baby,” you tease.

—

now that you know, carlos stops hiding the fact that he’s been stealing your clothes.

“baby, which one should i take with me this weekend?” he’d ask while he was packing, holding up a few of your sweatshirts that he had as options.

before you can even look up to see which ones he was holding, he already threw them into his suitcase.

“i’ll just take all three.”

“you’re gonna end up taking all my sweaters at this point,” you say. “you steal mine, so we’re even,” he shrugs.

“no, no, that’s not how things work.”

“oh yeah? so how do they work then?” he asks.

“my sweaters are mine. but your sweaters are both of ours,” you explain. “well that’s just not fair,” he shakes his head.

“i think it’s perfectly fair. besides, your clothes always look better on me anyways,” you tease.

carlos grabs your ankle and tugs you to the edge of the bed. his hands pull his sweater off your body and tosses it on the ground.

“well i think they look better on the ground.”

[bitchapalooza]

More Larry headcanons

Despite saying he's done with baseball and he's never going to touch a bat again, he still has some memorabilia from his childhood in his closet, the rest is in storage.

Uses cheap dollar store reading glasses. He doesn't need prescription ones yet. Its caused by overusing his eyes so much.

He's a nail biter. One of his stims, actually.

His special interests are: baseball, food, and puzzles.

He can finish a 200 piece puzzle within an hour. Crosswords take a little longer.

Hats are a total nightmare to his senses.

He does play minecraft. He started playing when Giacomo left the game paused and forgot to turn it off before leaving for his mom's. He likes to build houses, specifically brick ones.

He's got a whole world that's practically a neighborhood!

Also plays at work when he really shouldn't be. Does not listen to Geeta's warnings. He does it on purpose to upset her.

Was forced to learn an instrument growing up but his mom wasn't specific. So he took the easy way out and picked the triangle.

Doesn't mean hes any good at playing the triangle. .....Somehow.

His ideal day off is sleeping in until noon and staying in bed dissociating until the evening. Then sitting on the shower chair the previous owners left, letting the water hit him on the head as he tries not to think about his next work day.

Drinks more energy drinks than he does coffee.

Neither do better than the other, he just likes the taste of the energy drinks more than coffee. Yeah it makes his heart race and is putting him at risk of a heart attack, but everyone dies in the end, hes allowed to ruin his body just a little. He doesn't someone stop him before he gets hurt

Hassel and Rika have banded together to steal and pour out his energy drinks from the workplace fridge. Larry is none the wiser.

Besides Katy, I think he's pretty close with Rika and Hassel. Rika because she makes it a point to get to know herr coworkers. Hassel because hes genuinely a good guy to hang around once you get past how loud he can be.

He considers Iono a friend, however he actually sees her more as a child still. Shes only a two years older than his son so sometimes Dad Mode™ comes out lol

Dad Mode™ also comes out around Poppy, too. He's instinctively taken her hand before crossing the road and sometimes a Kiddo or two slips out when talking to her. He tries not to baby her, after all she is his coworker. Buuuuuuut that's hard to do when she's literally 6...

Which brings him to the confusion as to WHY Geeta has allowed her 6 year old niece into the damn elite four— YES she's skilled, she's a child prodigy, she deserves the recognition, BUT SHES SIX. Larry really can't wrap his head around it. He thinks Poppy should be in school with other kids her age, not homeschooled while working as an E4 member. Should be living her childhood to the fullest.

[backtobackbakubabe]

Speak Easy Part 31

Dabi x Reader , Bakugo x Reader

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Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together.

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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Days continued to pass, and in their passing things seemed to get a little easier. The nightmares, while still present, seemed to come less frequently. The flinching at loud noises, the nagging feeling that you were being watched, the paranoia that at any moment someone was going to kick the door down and steal you away… it all started to get easier. 

You were humming while folding some laundry. Something so domestic it almost made you giggle. You could remember the days when the only clothes you even had were Dabi’s over -sized shirts. 

“What’s so funny?” Dabi’s arms circled around your waist as his nose rubbed along the column of your neck. 

You brushed your fingers along one of his arms. “I was just thinking how far we’ve come. I started out with like two shirts to my name. And now I have a closet full of clothes.” 

Dabi’s grip tightened as he groaned, “I suddenly have the urge to burn all of your clothes.” His grip loosened only enough to flip you around so you were facing him before he was clinging to you once again. “Who’s dumb idea was it to get you your own clothes.I fucking love watching you tiptoe around the house in mine.”

You leaned into him taking a deep breath of his smoky scent, feeling your body instinctively relax into him. “I seem to remember someone being really excited at the idea of going shopping to buy me clothes.” 

“Pffft. Well yeah it’s always fun buying you things. Especially picking out stuff I think you’re gonna look hot in. Dressing you up. I mean…” His mouth hovered right over your ear. His husky voice leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You are my Doll after all. My beautiful, sexy, bad ass doll.” 

You smacked his shoulder and backed up. “Such a sweet talker. But unfortunately I have a pile of laundry to fold.” 

He sighed and let you go, “Yet another reason to just burn them all. Less laundry to do. I get to see you wear my clothes. AND… I get to take you shopping again. Seems like a complete win all around.” Despite his threats he took a seat on the bed next to the pile and actually started to help you fold. It wasn’t the first time he had helped you with mundane chores, but there’s always a part of you that always found it funny. Big bad Dabi carefully folding clothes. 

A few minutes of comfortable silence passed before he cleared his throat. “So I have something to ask you… but I don’t know how.” His blue eyes remained on the clothes he was folding. “You can totally say no. In fact, part of me hopes you do… but…” 

You threw a pair of socks at the side of his head, “Out with it already. Just ask me, I promise I don’t bite.” 

He scoffed, “Well I happen to personally know that is not true. You do bite, and sometimes it actually hurts. I--” 

“DABI!” 

“Alright!” He raised his hands in defeat. “I got word that there’s going to be a party thrown by some of the breeding ring villains. Probably going to be hosting some big names in an attempt to get more money for their little experiments.” Your hands froze and you did your best to keep your emotions off of your face. Dabi hadn’t mentioned anything to do with the breeders for weeks. You knew he got regular updates from his brother and sometimes even Katsuki. But he never shared the intel with you. Not because he wanted to keep things from you, but because he knew that telling you time and time again that there was no update would be worse for your anxiety than just saying nothing at all. 

He pulled the shirt you had been folding, out of your hands to take both of yours in his. “They want to know if we want to help infiltrate.” 

Your eyes finally met his and you couldn’t help the utter confusion that overtook you. “Us? I don’t understand. Why would they ask us? Seems like a hero thing and they’ve made it clear we aren’t heroes.” 

Dabi nodded in agreement. “Exactly. They haven’t said anything publicly about our involvement with taking down the old headquarters. As far as the public is concerned we were never there. As far as the villains know I was there participating in the breeding experiments like Shiggy ordered me to. Your name’s been thrown around a few times but no one knows what happened.” He smirked, “Any of the villains who knew the truth about us died.” He pulled your hands to his lips and pressed his lips to your knuckles. “They died at the hands of the beautiful goddess before me.” 

You waited until his blue eyes lifted to meet yours again. They looked so uncertain. So conflicted. “So what? We go and pretend I’ve been your little breeding pet this whole time? Then what? How do we even get in? I’m sure the place will be guarded. And what do we do when we get there? Is it a recon mission? Are we taking prisoners? Are we taking lives? What’s to stop them from taking me… again?” 

His eyes darkened. “Well first of all no one will ever take you from me again… ever. Secondly, I happen to have an invitation. My genetics are highly desired as is my money. Thirdly…” His eyes started to glint with pride. “I was under the impression you were one the best spies in the world. Don’t tell me you’re getting rusty…” His fingers found the back of your head and his fingers gently brushed your cheek. “And lastly…” His voice dropped to a smooth, almost sinister tone. “We will do whatever we fucking please with them because we can. No heroes’ code of ethics to follow, no worries about repercussions. Just you and me and a healthy amount of revenge.” 

You loved the surge of power you felt zing through you. The promise of revenge, a temptation to good to pass up. By the flutter of his eyelids you could tell you accidentally passed your emotions on to him and immediately tried to shut it off. 

“Wait no.” His hand pressed against your cheek. “I love when you let me see this part of you. The bloodthirsty side. The one that would bring a man to his knees with just a few words.” His nose bumped against yours. “You’re so strong baby. There’s no point in trying to pretend you’re anything but a force to be reckoned with.” 

You started to anxiously chew on your bottom lip, “But what if I don’t like that part of me. What if it makes me sick thinking about how much I love the rush of power I get when I bend a man to my will. What if--” Your eyebrows knit together in frustration, “What if it keeps me up at night wondering what I’m capable of.” 

Dabi’s thumb brushed across your bottom lip to stop you from chewing on it. “Baby, I know you’ve spent your life living by some bullshit code of ethics. But you don’t have to anymore. I love how kind you are. I love how generous and understanding, and empathetic you can be. I wouldn’t change that for anything.” He pushed his forehead against yours. “But sweety, there is nothing wrong with treating bad people like the scum they are. There is nothing wrong with giving wicked people what they deserve.” 

You took a shuddered breath, “Who am I to decide what people deserve? What gives me the right? What makes me worthy huh?” 

“In this world we live in… a world that worships heroes like false gods… we can’t worry about what makes us ‘worthy’. We only need to focus on surviving and doing so on our own terms. If I could, I’d follow you to the ends of the earth. I’d make loving you my religion, and when my time comes I’d follow you into whatever afterlife waited for us. You’re already my whole world, so who gives a fuck what anyone else thinks?” 

You sighed as you cupped this lunatic's cheek. “You really are going to be the author of my villain origin story huh?” 

He smiled before pressing his lips passionately to yours. “You give me way too much credit.” 

You smirked, “You’re right… I forgot you barely even know how to read.” 

“Why you little bitch!” 

You squealed as he tackled you to the bed. “Here I am, proudly declaring my undying love for you and you… you mock me?!” His hands gripped your squirming waist to pin you underneath him. “Maybe I need to remind you who you’re dealing with?” 

“I don’t knooooow. After a pep talk like that… I don’t think you scare me anymore.” 

His fingers slipped under your shirt fingers immediately finding your nipples and giving them a tug. Your head fell back as you let out an involuntary moan. “Careful doll. Or I might consider that a challenge.” 

Before you even respond the oven timer went off. 

“Fuck” Dabi’s head fell forward and landed on your chest. “I forgot I was making dinner.” 

You chuckled as you ran your fingers through his hair. “That’s okay. I’m actually starving and I can’t wait to see what you cooked for me.” 

“Well don’t get your hopes up, it’s just frozen pizza.” 

You watched as he reluctantly untangled himself from you and left to go take care of the pizza. You looked over the pile of still unfolded laundry and you got a delicious idea. 

A few moments later you were strutting into the kitchen, where Dabi was putting pizza on a plate, wearing absolutely nothing but one of his shirts. “Hey daddy…” 

“Yeah, what’s up Bab--” His eyes met yours and immediately trailed down to his shirt, then to your bare legs, and then back up. “Shit, I will never get over how fucking pretty you are. Get your ass over here.” 

He shoved the pizza to the side just in time to catch you as you leapt into his arms. His hands kneading your ass cheeks as his mouth connected with yours. You let yourself get lost in him. The feeling of his hands roaming over your body. The taste of his lips. His smoky smell. The sound of him humming his appreciation. You could feel yourself melting at his touch. He may say he worships you… but at the end of the day, you know it’s you who needs him to survive. He is your anchor to reality. 

You heard his belt buckle seconds before the sound of his pants hitting the ground. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you how amazing you are.” He pushed the shirt you were wearing up to expose your tits. “How fucking perfect.” He pushed the shirt up a little further before putting it in your mouth. “But I’m also going to have a little fun along the way.” You could tell by his devilish grin he was in a wicked mood. “You keep that shirt in your mouth baby. I want to see those gorgeous tits of yours while I fuck you.” You nodded as you bit the fabric between your teeth. 

A hot hand smacked your ass as he leaned you against the kitchen counter. “Good Girl. If at any point you drop the shirt and I can’t see your tits while I’m fucking you. I will make you wear a plug while we eat dinner. Understood?” 

You nodded again and you practically felt his excitement vibrating off of him. It had been a while since the two of you played like this. You almost forgot how fun it was. 

His lips attached to your nipple and sucked as the tip of his dick rubbed against your entrance. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling, every cell in your body singing with anticipation. When he only continued to tease you, you bucked your hips forward, only earning you another slap to your ass. 

“Be. Patient.” 

His mouth came back down to pay attention to your other nipple, making you groan in frustration. If you could talk you’d tell him to hurry up and fuck you. After what felt like forever he finally pulled back grinning ear to ear. “It’s cute when you get so desperate.” He slowly started pushing into you and you hate to bite down on the shirt to keep yourself from moaning. “Awww is this what you wanted?” He pushed further into you and you started to nod frantically. 

He chuckled at the sight of you. Eyes closed, drool drenching the shirt, hands gripping the edge of the counter with white knuckles. You needed this just as much as he did. He continued to push into you until he completely bottomed out. “Oh fuck baby, you feel so… so fucking good. I almost don't want to move.” 

Your hands shot to his shoulders in an attempt to get some leverage. If he wasn’t going to fuck you then you would do it for him. And he was very well aware of that. “Nuh uh. Good girls keep their hands to themselves.” 

You whined in protest, but obediently moved you hands back to where they were. “Atta girl.” He dragged his hips back almost painfully slow before slamming them back into yours making you see stars. You practically screamed through your makeshift gag. “That’s it sweet girl. Let me hear how good it feels.” 

He continued his slow but powerful thrusts that had you ready to cry. It felt so good. It was raw and powerful, it made you feel like he was in complete control, that he would take care of you. You felt like nothing else mattered except this moment and sharing this with him. His pace started to speed up. Not able to hold back anymore. “Fuck, oh fuck. You’re close. I can feel it.” You wailed as your orgasm slowly built. 

“Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel!” 

Your eyes closed, your nails dug into arms, and you practically screamed as the building orgasm finally overwhelmed you. “Thats iiiiiiiiitt. Such a -- fuck… such a good. Fucking. GIRL! Ahhh!” His thrusts grew erratic before you felt him empty himself inside of you. 

He fell on top of you pinning you to the kitchen counter, both of you breathing heavily. “Oh my sweet girl. So fucking good for me. It’s too bad, you were so close.” 

It was only then that you realized that in the midst of your orgasm you had let go of the shirt in your mouth. “Nooooooooo. I don’t want to wear the plug.” 

Dabi just chuckled at you, “Arms up.” 

You pouted but lifted your arms anyways. “I told you what would happen. It’s not my fault you couldn’t handle the mind blowing orgasm I gave you.” 

You fought the urge to roll your eyes as he tugged the shirt all the way off of you. He brought it down to clean up between your legs. Carefully whipping up his cum that was slowly starting to leak out of you. “You wait here. I’m going to go grab you a clean shirt and the plug.” He kissed your forehead, “I’ll make you a deal though. Wear another one of my shirts and I’ll only make you use the small plug.” 

“You sighed at his silly antics, “Yeah that seems fair.” 

You giggled as you watched his bare ass run down the hallway back towards your room and for the hundredth time today you wondered how lucky you were to have gotten to this point with him. 

Dabi returned moments later but he didn’t have a shirt or a plug. Instead he had something else entirely that had you blushing in embarrassment. “Uhhh Y/n? What the fuck is this?” 

You avoided eye contact with him, pretending to suddenly be very interested in the ceiling tiles. “That would be my birth control.”

Yeah I got that… but what the fuck was it doing in the trash?” 

You didn’t answer for a few seconds so he gripped your chin and forced you to look at him. “Answer me doll. What was your birth control doing in the trash?” 

“Well… I mean it’s not like I want a baby right now…. but …” 

Both of his hands were now on your cheeks locking you into his gaze, “But? But what?” 

“But… It’s not like I don’t want one either.” 

His lips crashed to yours. “Fuck yes! So we’re trying? Like officially?” 

You brushed his unruly hair out of his face. “I mean I wouldn’t say we’re trying to have a baby. More like we’re no longer trying to prevent having a child. If it happens it happens.” You shrug with a playful smile.

Dabi smothered you with kisses. You knew he would be excited but you had no idea he’d be this excited. 

“Oh shit… I just nutted in you…. Oh god it’s happening.” His hands found your stomach and you had to resist the urge to smack them away. 

“It doesn’t happen that fast, you goofball. I literally just stopped taking it this morning.” 

He picked you up and started walking toward the bedroom. 

“Dabi! What about the pizza?!” 

“Oh fuck the pizza! I just found out you want a baby. I must give it to you as soon as possible. Which means we have to go have sex. Lots of sex. For like… the rest of the day!” 

He only made it a few steps before your stomach growled, making him pause. “Okay just a few slices… but THEN… we fuck for the rest of the day. I will put a baby in you. And that is a fucking promise.”

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*The Laws*

1. No fucking shrugging 2. No drugs 3. No saying sorry for something that isn’t your fault 4. We work on communication every day. 5. Wake up whenever the hell you want 6. No locked doors 7. We eat three full meals a day 8. No means no, no negotiations 9. We work on exercise every day 10. Ice cream must be kept in stock at all times 11. Accept help when it is offered 12. No lying 13. I will not initiate the sexy time without written or verbal consent.

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[marshmallowsqoosh]

[Ghost (Band) | Robes (Ficlet)]

So like two months ago @vanmec doodled a really cute thing of Terzo stealing Omega’s Era 2 uniform ... This was supposed to be super cute, but instead ended in me going “Do you think Terzo kept the robes, after they upgraded to Era 3?”

So I wrote post-resurrection TerzOmega. There’s... an entire bit around this but this is a fun little side scribble :3

word count. ~1.200 warnings. headcanon, Resurrected Terzo, amnesia/Terzo doesn’t remember anything from before he died, Omega deals with heart ache by keeping an eye on his summoner, author chooses to believe Nihil didn’t hate his kids and they have names that aren’t 1/2/3, Copia and Terzo are friends.

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Terzo's finally learning to navigate the more... important parts of the Ministry.

 Omega and Special stay close by — Special, more so; but, Omega's always at a safe distance — but as he becomes more comfortable walking around, he at least knows how to get to most of the rooms he's most interested in. Even when Copia had to help him around the Ministry, he was... alert. Still foggy but desperately monitoring his surroundings for safety and learning locations that way.

They're a little surprised he learns the rehearsal rooms first. Even without proper use of his voice or hands, he ends up there most days, just sitting on the steps. He almost looks at peace when Omega offers to play something. Special joins in after a few days—sticking his tongue out when Omega dryly tells him not to just steal Alpha's guitar—and, more than once, they see Terzo start to mouth the lyrics to whichever song they play.

He doesn't sing or speak or even seem aware his lips are moving... but it's the smallest glimmer of hope.

He keeps stopping outside one of the community rooms. It's been locked off and it doesn't take the Ghouls long to realise that was... where it happened. They confirm as much with Copia later—the room the brother's had been in when they were administered the poison. They try to ensure he simply walks away from the room, but... it never seems to work. He always stops and just stares at the door, like he wants to go in and completely ignoring the Ghouls trying to usher him on, for at least two minutes before he finally lets out a shaky breath and hastily continues on his way.

They do what they can to ensure he doesn't have to go near the room, even if it means going around the entire Ministry to get somewhere.

Most importantly, perhaps, is that he knows his room. He's kept in the infirmary for a week or so—just to ensure he is regaining control of his body and his muscles are recovering... although, no one seems to understand how he's recovering as fast as he is. Omega and Special quietly, mutually agree not to say anything on the matter, even when they both suspect it's something to do with Lucifer and, or, Lilith.

Once he's able to walk without too much assistance, he's allowed to return to his room. Copia hastily—almost too eagerly—supplies they've fixed it up to its prior state as best they could and Omega's actually surprised by how in tact it still is... and then disappointed when he realises most of the closets are empty. The walk-in, the portable ones... the only one not touched is the armoire with a locking mechanism. Copia nervously admits that he hid Terzo's stage uniform and the key to the armoire so they couldn't be trifled with... but he's not sure, himself, what all is in there. Hopefully something more comfortable than the spare cassock he's been wearing, even if he doesn't look bothered by it.

Terzo's attention is on digging through the drawers and doors of the armoire, soon enough; Omega, in turn, is focused on making note of what needs to be replaced. He's already sent Special to get new bedsheets. Copia hadn't look offended; if anything, he looked relieved and admitted he hadn't been able to convince the treasurer to approve new sheets while Terzo was still in the infirmary... he hopes Special knows to be cordial. They'll need to replace the clothes... try to replace Terzo and Omega's books, too. Or just get new ones, that was always an option—

"Are these yours?"

Omega looks over and tilts his head when he sees dark clothes being held out to him. It takes him a moment to fully register what he's looking at. It's not until he finally sees the detailing on the hood that he finally takes the clothes with a smile.

"They are. These were the era two uniforms."

"Era... two? ... My... my brother's..." Terzo looks distraught, for a short moment. Before Omega can assure him it's alright he doesn't remember, the distress dissipates and he looks hopeful when he looks up. "Francesco—that... that wasn't what they called him, but... when he was.... Papa. Those were his?"

If not for the situation as a whole, the fact he immediately remembers the given name, instead of his Ministry name, would be endearing.

As it is, Omega can only offer a thin smile. "They were. Secondo was his name around the Ministry. Or Emeritus II, when he ascended."

"And I was... the Third." Terzo still has trouble answering to his name, sometimes. He sighs and rubs at his face. "I... I can't remember who was First, too well..."

"It will come to you. You've remembered Secondo."

"Barely... can you tell me about them?" He sounds hopeful and Omega feels awful that he has to dash that hope.

"I... cannot. You need to work through the memories on your own, not what people tell you, lu—... Terzo. We will assist you where we can, but it needs to be your memories. Not what we tell you."

He sighs and turns back to the drawer he was digging through. "I know... it's just... frustrating." He pauses, holding up a few of the other clothes; they all look like his old cassocks. A few look like Secondo's and Primo's. "... Everything in here looks like sleep clothes."

"They probably are. Or older vestments you or your brothers outgrew."

"Why were yours in here?"

Omega's not sure of the answer to that himself. He told Terzo to get rid of them probably a dozen times, only to be met with petulant protests and insisting they be kept.

"You used to sleep in it, every once in a while."

"... May I wear it, now?"

Omega blinks, uncertainly a few times. "You... could, but we should really get it tailored if you want to wear it."

"No—" He flinches and immediately reaches to rub his throat. It's probably the first time Omega's considered that Lucifer's gift put extra strain on the vocal chords. "No, it's—don't alter it. I just want to... see if I can remember why I kept it."

"Of... course." He doesn't protest further. Simply helps Terzo undress and redress in the robe. It's... ridiculously long on him and the sleeves fall far past his hands. The cowl is the only thing keeping it on his shoulders, just barely. He looks down at sleeve covered hands for what feels like forever.

"... They're very comfortable. Perhaps it really is as simple as that..."

Omega knows that probably isn't the answer. Still, he offers a gentle smile and nods in idle agreement. "Some things are allowed to be simple, aren't they?"

"... I suppose, so."

Terzo refuses to take the robe off. Even when Special gets back with new blankets—and far too many pillows being toted in by Copia's Ghouls—Terzo simply stands back and watches them change the bed, complete with Omega scowling and scolding Special for the excess. Most of the pillows end up on the floor, serving as Special's personal nest, with the Ghoul throwing himself down into the pillows and stretching out like a large cat in a manner that pointedly ignores Omega trying to scold him. Terzo doesn't look bothered and simply lies down on his bed, burying himself in the forgotten familiarity of the robes he's stolen.

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. Alright, instead of the actual state visit (for now - I am holding out hope it gets rescheduled soon), I present this fic. I know, not the same. But I hope it helps. This does reference the other two pieces I have written on this theme, so I hope you like the internal consistency of my references ha ha. Hope you all enjoy.

They were sitting on the couch in the living room cuddled up together after dinner. It was a lot quieter than he remembered it being in a while, their family deciding together that traveling to and from their various places for their weekly dinners might not be the best idea at the moment. But, he was looking for that silver lining, that one positive thing to hold on to, especially when it felt like everything was going wrong lately. For him right now, that silver lining was the fact he had the woman in his arms all to himself, uninterrupted and without prying, curious eyes. And he intended to make good on the promise that fact held.

“Chérie, can you get up for me for a minute?” He asked, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, needing her to move so that he could put the next part of his plan in motion.

“Sure,” she smiled at him, disentangling herself from his embrace with ease if not without a small pang at the separation.

“Thank you,” he replied, squeezing her hand as he passed, heading towards the audio system lined up against the wall by the TV.

“What are you getting up to?” She wondered aloud, seeing the wheels in his head were turning for some reason.

“All will be revealed shortly,” he answered, finding the CD he was looking for and slipping it into the player.

Turning around, before he pressed play, he explained, “I know that as a part of the dinner on Monday we were going to have the Versailles orchestra play some British compositions. And while I know it wasn’t going to be a dancing event per se, I was still going to enjoy holding you in my arms while we listened. So! I’ve managed to come up with something a little unorthodox instead,” he continued with a flourish as he pressed play, suddenly a romantic waltz flowing from the speakers, dancing its melody around the room. “May I have this dance,” he asked offering her his hand after a bow.

“But you hate dancing!” She chuckled at him.

“I could be persuaded with the right partner,” he shrugged with a devilish glint in his eye.

“How could a lady say no to that?” She asked, taking his proffered hand, laughing in delight as he immediately pulled her flush into his body, slowly circling her around the room (off beat, but she wasn’t going to point that out to him).

Eventually, they stilled to a gentle sway, not really dancing anymore, but still pressed as tightly together as before. “I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t buy you a tiara then,” he joked, wanting to hear her laugh again, needing to hear her laugh again, smiling ear to ear when she did so in response.

“I guess it is,” she replied when she finally caught her breath. Slipping a hand up to his cheek, gently stroking it, appreciating how he leant in to it, she continued, “I guess this means I should keep that dress a secret too, huh. Pull it back out again for another visit.”

“Or you could go put it on right now?” He asked hopefully.

“What makes you think I have it here?”

“It’s hanging up in the garnet bag next to my tux in our closet here since this was where we were going to get ready.”

“Did you peak?” She asked horrified at him sneaking around behind her back.

“No, chérie. Of course not. I just know by now what those bags those kinds of dresses come in.”

“Mhmm.”

“I promise I haven’t seen it. I’m a good boy,” he swore.

“You have a tendency to be very naughty when you want to be,” she pointed out, disbelieving eye brow arched at him in rebuttal.

“You make me want to be naughty,” he told her meaningfully before reaching out for a breath-stealing kiss. “Pretty please?” He asked when he pulled back, pressing another quick kiss to her lips trying to seal the deal.

“I have a better idea,” she replied. “Let’s go do something that doesn’t require clothes at all.”

Hellooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

I heard something about it being rescheduled for the summer... Even if it’s not the same thing and have the same meaning, it would still be nice. Let’s wait and see.

The tiara and the dress hahaha yes, references noted with success 😎

But them dancing... 🥺🫠 The romantic sweet potato 🤧🥰

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

[thekitteninlove]

I haven't been in the mood for writing fanfics for quite some time now, but here's one. I'm only doing it for fun, so if it's not to your taste that's fine. Also, fyi this is smut.

Title: Tempting the barkeeper

Even though it's been only a few days since we last saw each other, I missed Dalim. I wanted to have him all to myself, but I knew he was busy at the bar now and couldn't go on a date. Well, at least I should go and see if he's okay. He's quite the popular man, so I'm sure there would be other people that are trying to steal his attention. As I thought that, an idea came to my mind. I opened my closet and chose the sexiest dress in there.

The black tight and short dress I wore was drawing the attention of more than just Dalim when I arrived at the bar. However, all I cared about at the moment was Dalim, so I went up to the bar and leaned forward on the counter to show more of my nice round breasts.

"A Martini, please" I said and noticed he appreciated the view I was giving him, which made me smile.

"My sexy princess is thirsty I see. I'll get working on your order straight away, although I must say it's quite hard to take my eyes off you now."

That was one of the reasons lots of people liked him. A compliment goes a long way.

As I drank the Martini, I watched him work and serve his costumers. I wanted to have him all to myself at least for a moment and I knew how to get his attention. I took my lipstick out of the bag and put some on my lips even though it wasn't necessary yet. Then I dropped it "by accident" and as I bent down to retrieve it my tight dress rose up my legs, revealing more that it was appropriate to show. I took my time taking back my lipstick from the floor and straightening back up. I was taken by surprise when Dalim's arms enveloped around me from behind.

"Be careful, princess, there are some wolves here who'd love to... eat you up, if you know what I mean" I heard him whisper in my ear. It seemed like my plan was a success, I got him.

"You're the only wolf I'd let myself be eaten by" I replied. His body was pressed against mine, which made me yearn for more. I pressed myself against him a bit more to stir him on. I know I was being shameless, but didn't care. If he liked it, then I didn't see a problem.

"If you keep moving your sexy body like this, I'll lose control of myself." he warned me before placing a kiss on my neck."You know I wouldn't mind that".

"I want to be the only one who sees your beautiful naked body, so... let's go upstairs" I could sense the desire in his voice.

After he told his assistant that I seemed to have a bit of a fever and he needed to take care of me we went to his room. There, he pushed me against the door and began kissing me passionately. It seemed as if he couldn't control himself anymore. His warm hand was moving slowly up my inner thigh, which was arousing me even more. He pulled away for a moment to whisper "The naughty princess isn't wearing any underwear today, hm?" then he pressed his lips against mine once again. I knew he'd like that, that's why I did it. Meanwhile, his hand was moving between my legs. The pleasure it was giving me made my body relax so much it was hard standing up. I brought one of my hands which were wrapped around his neck down to his pants to take them off.

"Mmh... I want you, Dalim".

"I want you too" he said while smirking and taking off my dress. I then wrapped my legs around his waist while his hands were under my thighs, holding me up."Try not to make too much noise, princess. I don't want them knowing what we're actually up to here. Although... they can't do anything anyway since I'm the boss".

"I'm not sure I can do that. You can put your hand over my mouth if I can't control myself anymore." I replied, knowing how good he could make me feel.

"Alright, my sexy lady" he replied as he pressed his body against mine.

I tried to suppress a moan while I felt him move inside me."Mmh... Yes..." I hoped they couldn't hear me. It got harder to keep my voice low the more he thrust into me.

Suddenly, he stopped and I protested "no, don't stop...". He carried me to the bed and laid me down. Then he put a hand on my mouth and I realized I wasn't able to stifle my moans anymore.

"The way you look right now, so wet and hot for me, really makes me lose all my cool" as soon as he said that he resumed what he was doing before, but at a faster pace. His movements were driving me nuts. I gripped the sheets as waves of pleasure coursed within me. His other hand was either gently squeezing my breast or fiddling with my nipple.

I was overcome with ecstasy as I felt my hot and sweet release. I couldn't think of anything, so I just laid there on the bed, reveling in the pleasant feeling and relaxing. Dalim laid down too next to me and we stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other's company.

After spending some time in Dalim's arms, he gave me a quick kiss and said he had to go back to work. I let him leave. After all, I got more than I intended to and he managed to relieve my "fever".

[smallestapplin]

Hhhhhrjrjrrhrhrhrhrhrnrmfnfhrjemdbdh noodle i am a simple creature and i require Warden Ingo stealing his crush underwear while they're chilling in a hotspring for sustenance

What if he got caught bc he's too busy admiring their underwear but crush doesn't mind and then they bang 😌 I hold perverted old man Ingo dear in my heart

My dearest beloved how I’ve missed you

🔞CW : old man closet pervert Ingo, peeping tom, afab reader, panty stealing and pant sniffling mentioned, being kinda mean to Ingo.🔞

🔞18+Only!🔞

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He knows this is wrong, he always tells himself this will be the last time.

But it never is.

Ingo knows it only started when his love for you, grew into desire. He wants you so badly, to love you, to hold you, to kiss you, to fuck you.

You’ve been busier as of late, not having any time for him. He understands, but he’s grown so lonely without you.

So he started sneaking into your time at the hot spring.

He knows you’re questioning where your underwear has been going, but he can’t help himself! It’s covered in your pussy’s scent, he can even get the faintest taste!

He knows he needs to find a way to give them back, but they are covered in his spent. He almost wants to give them back like this, all covered in his cum.

But he can’t bring himself to do it, he’s already so ashamed at his lewd actions.

But he can’t stop.

He knows you’d never want to be with an old man like him, but he can dream.

Ingo heard from a passing Laventon and Rei that you were, once again, in the hot springs to relax after a long survey mission.

The warden couldn’t resist.

Finding himself back in his usually hiding spot, right where you always place your clothes.

His hands are trembling just looking at you, your wet body and full display for him. Ingo can feel his heartbeat quicken, and his cock throb at the sight of you.

You look so relaxed, so peaceful, now is the perfect chance to steal your underwear.

The warden looks for it, taking in a sharp breath when he finally sees it.

Such a pretty pair, it must what you were wearing when you fell from the sky.

So simple, yet he can’t bring himself to look away from them.

They must be drowning in your scent.

He swallows quickly, saliva threatening to fall from his mouth.

Ingo yells, feeling hands grab his ankles and dragging him towards the edge of the hot spring.

His words all but die in his throat, silver eyes wide with a look of pure terror.

He’s been caught.

His legs on either side of you, and you sit smugly in between them.

“Nice to see you again warden! Enjoying the view?”

You chuckle at his dumbfounded face, his mouth opening and closing but no words escape him.

“I didn’t know you were such a dirty pervert, Ingo.”

He flinches at his name leaving your lips.

But he can’t tear his eyes away from you, not with how you’re pushing yourself against him. Your wet chest pressed flushed against his covered one, soaking his tunic.

It was like the air rushed back into him, as he spews apologies.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, hero! I didn’t- I wouldn’t- I know it’s wrong, I should’ve stopped the first time I just, you.”

He trails off, trying to think of the right words to say.

But your bare body being pressed against him like this, he can hardly think!

“I love you! I-I didn’t mean to be like this, I shouldn’t, I’m- Mm!”

He squeezes his eyes shut, moaning against your lips at the sudden kiss. He melts into it, his nails digging into the ground below him.

He can’t believe you’re actually kissing him!

He’s moaning like a whore, and you’re only kissing him. His cock is straining against his pants as you sit on his lap, you legs on either side of his hip.

His clothes are soaked with the water dripping off of you. Ingo breaks the kiss, tossing his head back when you grind against his clothed dick.

“Who knew you were such a pervert.”

He openly moans, bucking his hips to grind against you.

“Only for you! Just you!”

You can’t believe he likes you back, but there is no way you’re passing this up! Not when he’s so wanting for you.

You push him down by his shoulders, towering over him. You laugh softly at how he fights to meet your eyes, watching how he looks between your face and your tits.

“Oh warden, you’re too cute.”

His cheeks darken, and he trembles. You’ve barely done anything to him! Shakily, he moves his hands to rest them on your thighs.

You can’t help but coo at his sharp in take of air. You roll your hips, mewling at the rough feeling of his pants against your wet heat.

“Haaa, please, please I’ll do anything! I want to please you! Fuck, anything!”

Your body feels so hot, watching someone like him fall apart from the smallest touches. You glance towards his hands, feeling his grip tighten on your thighs.

“Lemme have a taste, please! I’ll be good.”

You grab his hat from his head, putting it on your own before you move up, your legs on either side of his face.

Quickly, you grab his hair, holding him back before he could lick up your juices.

His pale eyes well up with tears, he’s so close to you! Just the smell of you is driving him to the edge!

“You’re so greedy!” You giggle before letting go of his hair.

Yelping as he yanks you down, fully seating you on his face.

The warden groans into your pussy, licking and sucking anything he can get. He can’t stop himself, you taste so good! You’re intoxicating, he’s drowning in your scent and in your slick.

He wants more.

You squeal, hands on his head to balance yourself. His tongue gliding between your dripping hole and clit, trying to make you gush on his face.

You arch your back as he tongue fucks you, eating you out with such starved hunger.

“Ingo! Mm!”

His eyes roll back as his hips buck, humping the air, wanting some relief but not wanting to part with your cunt.

His bruising grip never letting up on your thighs, keeping you flushed against his face as he feverishly licks your drooling slit.

He could weep, you taste divine!

You’re losing you mind, his nose slotted perfectly against your pulsing bud, his tongue lapping up your juices and pushing into your hole for more.

“Oh! Fuck, you’re so good! Gonna..gonna make me cum!”

You tremble, thighs squeezing around his head as he whines.

Yes! Yes! Please cum on his face, it’s all he wants!

He shudders, feeling you clench around his tongue, his hips stutter in his movements. His eyes glaze over as you cry out.

Your hips grinding against his face, riding out your orgasm.

“Use me! Usemeusemeuseme!” He babbles against you, moaning as you ride his face.

He tries not to cry when you stop, and move off his face. Ingo gasps as you sit on his legs, undoing his pants and yanking them down.

Only enough to pull his leaking cock out.

“D-dear I- Ah!” He leans his head back. You spread precum all along his length, making sure he’s coated before you straddle his hips.

Ingo lifts his head, watching his dick rub against your wet heat.

“You’re so cute like this, all wanting and slutty.”

You mewl as Ingo bucks his hips, grinding his cock against your pussy.

“Please! Please fuck me, use me, I’m yours! Only yours!”

You coo at him, lining his tip up with your cunt before slowly sinking down. You can’t help but moan with him, he’s filling you out perfectly!

“See? Isn’t this so much better than my panties?”

You squeak as he thrusts up, fucking up into you. His face twists up in pleasure, crying out like a whore.

For you, he’s your whore he swears!

You raise up, and slam back down.

Ingo shrieks at the pleasure, quickly grabbing your hips and slamming his cock into you, he can’t help it! You feel so good!

Like he was made for you!

You squeal as he pounds into you, his cock slamming against your sweet spot. Tears finally spill down the warden’s cheeks, it’s too much and not enough!

He can’t believe he’s fucking you in the open like this! Anyone could come to the hot spring and see him balls deep inside you.

See him being the perfect toy for you!

The hero’s whore.

“Ingo! S-so rough! Fuck!”

Your mind begins to fog, clouded by lust as he pounds into your core.

You’re both drooling, you can’t help it, not with how he’s fucking you.

“M’yours! Please let me cum! Wanna fill you up- haaa! So good soclosesoclose-!”

You grip his tunic, pulling him into a heated kiss. You match his thrusts, pushing him deeper inside your cunt.

The kiss is sloppy as your tongues swirl around the other, salvia dripping down either of your chins.

You slam down against him, creaming on his cock, squealing into the kiss. Ingo sobs, fucking his cum into you.

His hips slow, as do yours. Slowing to a grind, you both pull away from the kiss. You lay on his chest as both of you pant, greedily taking in air.

You shakily move a hand up to cup his cheek, smiling softly when he leans into your touch, kissing your palm.

“I really do love you.”

His eyes widen, his once dying down blush only returns.

“Dear…I love you too, for so long.”

You’ll take him to dinner, but you need to clean yourselves up.

Ingo whimpers once you lift yourself off his cock. You were keeping him so warm, and yourself so full.

He nearly weeps at the sight of his cum spilling from your pussy.

“Ingo, sweetie, we need to clean up.”

You squeak as he lifts you, slowly moving and lowering you into the hot spring.

“Allow me, my love.”

You watch as he strips before getting into the hot spring with you.

He’s determined to shower you with the love and affection you deserve.

[house-of-slayterr]

Seeing Red: I See Red Pt. 2

Tag list: @vechkinfan @dickspaghettii @lazuli-leenabride @thelostone91 @henhouse-horrors @judeknightt

TW: sexual references

Your POV:

I was fuming.

“Stupid fucking vampire!” I hissed under my breath.

I mean I understood why he did what he did. Water was a good way to get blood off of you, but it was freezing and now my clothes were extra ruined. I mean it’s not like I could dry clean them anyways, they would have to be burned. But this outfit wasn’t cheep, and now I looked like a drowned rat.

I got a few weird looks as I made my way back to my home. But I glared at everyone who dared look at me too long. I wasn’t in the mood for any of this tonight. As I slipped through the door into my house, I quickly threw off my shoes and my coat. Nobody lived with me, but even then I wouldn’t care. I hated the feeling of wet clothes, so I stripped on my way to the bathroom. I’d clean up the mess later. I suppose that was one good thing, there would be no blood to clean up thanks to Marko.

I ran the water to my bath, throwing in some lavender bath salts and lighting some candles. I needed to decompress after the night. Soon I’d have to change my sleep schedule and get an actual job in town, but for now, the night was much kinder than the day. Hiding my sins from the other sinners. I sank deep into the bath, letting the sore from the day burn out of my flesh. The water was scalding but I didn't care, maybe I deserve it. The pain felt nice anyway. I closed my eyes as my head sank under the water, letting every thought leave my head. By the time I surfaced for air, all the stress had left me.

I just survived a vampire... an unadulterated parasitic manifestation of a walking plague. Only a few bruises littered my body as proof. Not many people could say they survived an occurrence such as this. And I'm sure that's something Marko relished in. Why wouldn't he, I would, I do. As Mrs Lovett once said, "Half the fun is to play the plan." and she would know better than anybody, she waited half her life on Benjamin Barker. A man who was dead before he even had a chance. But she got her Sweeney Todd in the end, even if it was her... end.

Maybe this was it, my hamartia. Flouncing around, playing at the feet of death, waiting for my own turn. Despite every sign telling me to stay the fuck away, I wanted to trespass. I wanted to sit on the edge of the cliff, wether I be pushed or pulled from the ledge. I wanted Marko.

I wasn't scared of him, not like I should be. He could rip out my throat before I could let out a breath. But my lungs didn't ache for air, how could they when I'd be slowly drowning them in water. He was literally inhuman, but somehow my humanity felt flimsier than his. There was no time for a redemption arch in my story. I'd made an imprint in too many lives, a silent predator plaguing the minds of those fortunate enough to have lived through my hurricane.

I walked passed the window, making my way into the walk-in closet. The house didn't come with one, but I built it into my room. It was just me in this house, who's to tell me I can't sleep in my living room? I had too many clothes, honestly, I didn't need most of them, but disguises were too much fun. Why be me when I could be anybody else. Marko seemed to like me as the Kanima, a shapeshifter. I should be whoever he wanted. I already killed for him, what more was there to lose? Vampires didn't feed on souls, not that mine was worth much.

I put on a simple slip dress, twirling in the mirror. I looked just like the ghost from Crimson Peak, haunting my own home. Once in the kitchen, I pulled out the bottle of belvedere I kept under the sink.

"What's one drink?" I said out loud.

The night crept in again sooner than I thought. The last rays of sun gleamed in through the curtain. The empty bottle of liquor next to me gave proof to last night's failures. An expensive mistake. I doubt a town like this even carried quality enough liquor to steal. I'd have to page my father back home, ask for a gift. He never could say no to his little girl. I had him wrapped around my finger, just like I did the rest of this world.

I pushed myself off my couch and made my way to the bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth. I got ready for the night, deciding on a look I saw fit. Deciding who the world would see me as this evening. I'd be polished, proper, a lady tonight.

I left the house once I was satisfied I'd covered up any evidence of last night's drinking. I made my way down the street, turning a few heads in the way unlike last night. I made my way down to the church at the end of the street. A habit I found myself in every now and again. But today was different, now I was on a mission. On my way to the confession box, I put on my best fake tears.

"I've done something bad father." I started.

"I'm sure that God will give you forgiveness if you repent my dear child."

"But what if I don't want to repent? What if I cant be forgiven?"

"All can be forgiven, for the right price." "And what price would that be Father? What would you have me pay for my sins."

He was a nunce, most priests were. They pretended to be all high and mighty when really they were worse than Lucifer himself. Preying on the vulnerable people who came in begging for forgiveness from their God. But he wasn't here, he wasn't calling the shots, he wasn't bending the innocent to his will. That was the work of the Priests themselves.

I knew his price, it's not like I haven't paid it before, but I didn't want forgiveness. What I wanted was favour. On my knees, I begged for mercy. Playing right into his hand, while he was truly playing into mine. I cleaned myself off, fixing my lipstick.

"Father, would it be alright if I borrowed a little holy water? I don't feel safe going home without it."

"Of course my Dear, you can come back anytime you want. If you ever need his forgiveness or guidance again."

I smiled at him, a sickly sweet smile that didn't reach my eyes. When he turned his back, I filled a small vial with the holy water.

"Thank you again."

"Will you be back for Sunday service?"

"I might."

I rolled my eyes as I left the building. men like him were disgusting. I couldn't even stand to think of how many other people he'd taken advantage of in that church. But he wouldn't be Santa Clara's problem much longer. I spotted some young boys, running around and playing with water gun's on the pier. It reminded me of the boys from back home, the kid I used to babysit. Before they were taken from me before I was taken from me. I wiped a small tear from the corner of my eye, not daring to let it ruin my makeup.

I walked over to the boys and caught one off guard as he ran into me.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry ma'am."

I chuckled lightly.

"Ma'am, you make me sound so old."

"Ignore my brother, he never watches where he's going, you think with those big eyes he'd be able to see." The other boy joked.

"Can it Edgar!" he huffed.

"Brothers? I can see the resemblance. "Tell me, where did you boys get those little water pistols?"

"We brought them from home," Edgar explained.

I finally let go of my hold on the other boy, once he was stable on his feet.

"What's something like that cost do you think?"

"You want a water gun?"

"Alan!" Edgar scolded.

"What? A lady cant play with toys? What if I gave you a fifty? Would you sell it to me then?"

"Fifty dollars!" Edgar exclaimed.

Alan shot a hand over his brother's mouth.

"Make it fifty each and you've got yourself a deal Lady." "You drive a hard bargain boys, fifty each, and I'll buy you better ones at the end of the week if I see you again. How's that sound?"

"Deal." Alan stuck out the hand his brother had previously licked, to shake mine.

I shook it anyway.

"Deal."

The boys handed me their water guns and ran off toward the boardwalk with their newfound cash. They were sweet, I'd buy them the whole damn toy store if they asked. Boy's like that needed to be protected, kept safe from the dangers of this world. From me.

I swapped the water in the guns for the holy water I'd taken from the church. I placed the water gun in the garter beneath my dress, concealing it from sight. It wouldn't be hard to find Marko, you could spot that hair and his jacket from a mile away. I watched from afar as he flirted with a pretty little brunette girl. Dinner, I assumed. She didn't seem to actually be his type. I watched as he lead her away before I focused on the boys he left in his wake.

First, there was blondie, he was tall, hair unkempt, fashion like a drunk uncle at a gay bar, it was a very interesting combination. He leaned against tall, dark and handsome, the boy who looked like nothing in the world could dare test his stoic nature. But of course, that was all fake, a way to protect himself, but from what. If he was like Marko, he was at the top of the food chain. Last, but hopefully not least, beach sue I'd be disappointed. We had the self-proclaimed leader. I could tell by the way he stood, defensively, waiting for someone to strike so he could assert dominance. A dark trench coat, and a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips.

I stepped forward, striking a match I kept in my pocket on my teeth, offering to light it for him. He snapped out of his watchful daze. Leaning into the flame to light the thing.

"Thanks." He huffed.

I locked eyes with him, putting out the flame on my tongue, before gracefully spitting the match into a nearby trash can.

"Hot!" I heard the wild blonde exclaim.

He held the cigarette out to me, and I wrapped my lips around it slowly. I took in a long drag, before turning to the brunette and letting out a puff of smoke in the shape of a heart.

I watched a smile appear on his lips before he took the cig back.

"That's some crazy get-up you've got there girly."

"Say's the guy dressed like a twenty-quid hooker. Not that I mind, it suits you." I jeered.

I saw his friend crack a small smile at that, dropping his serious facade.

"So, what's your name, or do I actually have to pay you?" I dangled a twenty in front of him.

He reached for it, but I pulled away warningly.

"Ah ah ah, name first."

"Paul."

"Paul," I repeated. "Good boy."

I tucked the twenty into the edge of his trousers. I turned back to the leader, who held out a fresh cig for me. I took it gratefully, lighting mine of the edge of his.

"And what about you Sugar?"

He rolled his eyes while he grinned.

"Who's asking."

"So thats how you want to play it?" I tsked. "Paulie, Dear, what's his name?"

"D-david." He stuttered out.

"And your friend?"

"Dwayne."

I hummed, smirking at David.

"I like him, what orphanage did you pick him up at?"

David scoffed, and Dwayne looked at me bewildered.

"What, a guy who dresses like that doesn't have a prominent father figure in his life. And with how obedient he's being, he definitely has mommy issues. isn't that right sweet boy?"

Paul nodded. not hearing a word of my insult. It was kinda cute.

"You must be Red," David concluded.

I didn't want to give away my confusion.

"And what if I am?"

"Then Marko was right about you kitten, you are dangerous."

My heart fluttered, and I cursed under my breath. Marko talked about me, he gave me a nickname? Red, I liked it. Simply, to the point, like my knives. Fuck! My knife was still in that ally, that damn bastard. That thing cost half a grand, my father gave it to me on my sixteenth.

"What do you say boys, should we bring her home?" David asked the other two.

Paul's answer was obvious, but Dwayne was hesitant. I Didn't blame him.

"What's the harm Handsome, I don't bite."

Paul laughed at my joke, clutching his side. Dwayne got on his bike, not saying another word before driving off. David looked between me and Paul, then at his bike.

"Decisions, decisions."

"Please?" Paul begged.

"Well, how could I so no to you. Look at him David, he's helpless."

I stomped out the rest of the Cigarette with my boot. David got on his bike before revving his engine. I climbed onto the back of Paul's bike and held on tight as we drove. I memorised the way here, as a safety precaution. A cave, of course, they lived in a cave. I took in the sight, smiling widely.

"What, our home not good enough for you Princess?" David asked.

I shook my head.

"It's perfect."

I took off my coat, exposing the outfit I had on underneath it. I dropped my coat on the back of Paul's bike. I took off my hat, unpinning my hair and letting it fall. I watched as the boys oggled me.

I held out my hand for David to take as he led me into the cave. I took in my surroundings, admiring their odd decore and the charging nature of their run-down abode. It suited them, all of them. But I couldn't help but imagine what influences Marko had on the place.

"How can you afford to dress like that?" Dwayne finally spoke up.

"Who says I can? You don't know that I bought this outfit."

"So you stole it then," David concluded.

"Yes, but not from a store."

"Then-" Paul started.

"Use your brain cutie, who has fancy clothes, but doesn't need them anymore."

Paul scratched his head, thinking as hard as he could. But Dwayne stepped in to cover for him.

"A corpse."

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner, folks! A corpse, my mother's specifically."

"Pushing a false narrative that you're more disaster than you appear."

"Actually I'm not. You assumed it meant I killed someone, I never said I did. But you also assumed that because she was my mother, I didn't kill her."

"You killed your own mother?"

"She had a ten million dollar life insurance policy hanging over her head, with a little persuasion, the sword of Damocles fell."

"The sword of what now?" Paul asked.

"Not a reader I see. Besides, my father sked me to, couldn't get his hands dirty, why not tarnish his offsprings. I'm better at it than hin anyways." I ranted.

That's when I heard rustling at the opening of the cave. Marko was back.

"Why did you guys tell me you were going-"

I moved onto Paul's lap, smiling up at Marko innocently. I wrapped my arms around Paul's neck and nuzzled my face into the side of it. I knew it would draw Marko closer, he seemed the territorial type. I dropped one hand to the water gun on my thigh slowly lifting it until I pointed it right at Marko's face. He raised a brow at me.

"You dropped me in the fucking water." I hissed.

"What do you're gonna get me with a squirt gun, oh no." He chuckled.

I changed my aim, shooting at the exposed flesh of his ankle, hearing a satisfying his as it hit the skin. He gasped, sucking in a breath. I moved my aim back to his head. I heard David shuffle from his wheelchair, but I paid no mind.

"I killed for you, and you'd dropped me, 50 feet, plummeting through the air. With no care to ask if I could even swim."

I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. Not what I was expecting. God, why did he have to be so cute on top of this? That made torturing him all the more impossible of a task. Paul attempted to push me off him, but I dug my fingernails into the skin of his neck, pushing the water gun to his temple.

"I have more than just holy water on me Loverboy, I'd keep my hands to myself if I were you," I ordered.

"There's four of us, one of you." David reminded me.

"Never stopped me before. You boys really think you're the first vampires I've come upon? Je suis allé en enfer, votre peuple ne me fait pas peur."

I looked back at Dwayne, flashing him my own fangs. My eyes turned black. He sat back down.

"What do you want?" Marko finally asked.

"It's simple. An apology."

"Really, all this over-"

I hissed at David to shut him up.

"Another word from you out of turn, and I'll rip pretty boy here to shreds."

He held his hands up in surrender.

"And, you owe me."

"Deal."

"Wait, you're not even going to ask first? Bold moe bloodsucker."

"I don't know what you are, but I won't let you hurt my family because of my mistake."

I shifted on Paul's lap, lightning my hold on his neck. I placed my gun hanging on my heat.

"Oh, how cute. Your sense of loyalty is commendable. And I must admit, kinda turning me on. So, tell me you're sorry, and that you won't betray me again, and I'll keep those little vampire hunters I met down at the pier, out of your hair."

"You know about the Frog brothers?" Paul asked, voice trembling ever so slightly.

I felt bad, genuinely.

"Of course, I do my little pet, I know a lot of things. Like your favourite type of food, I can bring yous some, any time you want. Just ask and you won't even have to leave this cave to go hunting."

"I'm confused, do you want to kill us or help us?" David asked, annoyance in his tone.

I growled, slamming him up against the wall.

"What did I say about talking out of turn?" I slipped a cigarette out of his pocket, lighting it with my mind, and pushing it onto his wrist.

He shut his mouth.

"Good boy. Now Makro, it's jsut three little words. One for each of your brothers here. I... Am... Sorry."

"I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"What was that?" "I am sorry for dropping you in the water, and I promise not to betray you again."

I smiled, letting go of David, and allowing the lit cig to fall to the floor. I tucked the gun back into my garter, taking my time to cover up the extra exposed skin. Despite being sacred, Paul's eyes were still glued to me.

"What are you?"

"A succubus my dear, I sold my soul to the Devil. Well, Daddy did that part for me."

"A sex demon?" Dwayne asked for clarification.

"In a sense, yes, but I'm not the average succubus, I come from a family of hunters, and my abilities never left when I died. This means my instinct to kill you all arent going to be easy to fight. But I like you, little vamps. You amuse me, specifically those two." I motioned to the two blondes don't he couch.

"You said I owed you a favour."

"Right. I need you to kill someone for me."

"You seem to be quite capable of doing that yourself." David scoffed.

I sighed.

"Yes, but you see, the person I want dead is a priest, a child of God, I can't touch him. Well physically I can, but I can't lift a finger to kill him, they have certain protections."

"So you can touch hoky water, and go into a church to get it, but you cant kill a priest?"

"I don't make the rules Dwayne, I just follow them. If I hurt him, it will hurt me. Besides I check him earlier, he keeps several crucifixes on his body, unlike the holy water, those can actually hurt me."

I moved my fingers to lower the neckline of my dress, reviling the cross-shaped scar, that burned into my skin.

"Used to wear one before that night my father made me kill my mother, sealing my fate. The pain I felt upon waking, was far worse than death. Hellfire burns, but God's promises burn brighter and hotter. Why do you think he cursed your kind to be scorned by the sun? Something I can fix, by the way."

"You can fix us?"

It was sad, Marko sounded almost desperate.

"It won't be pretty, nor will it be easy. But there is a spell for nearly everything. Of course, I'll need enough energy to perform said charm, I hear vampire souls are quite powerful, and tasty."

"So let me get this straight, you a demon, need our help killing a priest, and you can make us walk in the sunlight, but we have to give you are souls."

"It's not as bad as it sounds David. I know you find me attractive. Why do you think humans call organisms small deaths? You kill my priest, I sleep with you all, giving me enough energy to finish what I have to get done in this town, I perform the spell, you can cause chaos any hour of the day, Santa Clara suffers. I don't see how you could refuse really?"

"If you're really a demon, why did you let me overpower you in that ally?" Marko asked.

"Because you're hot, and I like you, idiot. besides, I couldn't reveal myself right away. That would make me sloppy at my job. It was far more fun to watch you be sacred of me for a bit." I smirked at him. "Also, I don't know what you mean by if I am a demon, I've got fangs sharper than yours I was able to overpower several of you, I'm faster than all of you, and I lit a cigarette with my mind. Don't know what humans you've met Love, but I don't know any that can do all that."

"Red's got a point."

That godforsaken nickname again. It even sounded cute coming from Paul's mouth. I didn't know if I wanted to slit his throat or shove my tongue down it. The two parts of the damaged and raked-over soul were fighting each other.

"So Marko, what do you say, is Preist on the Menu tonight?"

French: "I've been to hell, your kind don't scare me."

AN: This chapter was awfully hot of you reader, be careful or you might become my favourite Lost Boys character. No, but seriously, Birtney Spear filed the tension in this story, I blame her with my whole left tit. I started this chapter one way, and then my music got more sinister, so, so did the story. Seems like the last part of this trilogy is now destined to be smut, so that should be fun. Vampire Demon orgies... Yay! (Sarcasm)

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#1 but it's the Starblaster crew stealing Magnus' clothes 'cause he's bigger than the rest of them so they can be real cozy in his clothes? :D

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

((50 fluff prompts - still accepting!!))

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It was twenty-five cycles in and Magnus was officially out of T-shirts. Not just T-shirts, actually, he was out of every single shirt he owned except the one currently on his body. Which was getting to be a lot of shirts considering the cycles reset him with a new t-shirt each time. He stood there for a moment, looking at his closet. Davenport had helped him add an extending charm to it after the disaster in cycle six where Taako's pocket dimension on his own closet popped out of existence when they entered a new planar system. But no matter how much Magnus looked, there were no shirts. All that was left hanging up was a single pair of light brown cargo pants.

Good news: He didn't have to look too long for where his shirts had ended up.

Bad news: He was not getting them back anytime soon.

"Are those my shirts?" Magnus asked, pausing at the entrance to the living room. Lucretia looked up at him. So did Lup. And Taako. And Davenport. They were all wearing various shirts that used to be in Magnus's closet, which were too big for all of them.

On Taako and Lup, they almost fit right. Lup had tied hers up in a makeshift crop top, and Taako's was tucked halfway into his pants. Lucretia seemed to be using hers as pajamas, though considering they weren't even ten minutes into the cycle, he didn't know how she had changed that quickly (she had been wearing a fair amount of accessories at launch, but her hair was now down and loose and she pulled off an effortless sort of "I woke up like this" look that Magnus was instantly jealous of). Davenport's was more of a dress than a shirt.

After a tense silence, where they all glanced at each other, Taako said,

"I think you mean our shirts."

"No, I'm pretty sure I mean my shirts," Magnus said. Lup made a sound like she was unconvinced. "Look, I was gonna go take a shower because freezing to death last cycle was not great for my body, and I was gonna wear, y'know, a shirt afterward. Maybe even my "I'm a luxury few can afford" sweater. But then I looked in my closet and what do I see? Nothing!"

"The cargo pants are still in there," Lucretia said.

"I can't wear pants as a shirt, Lucretia," Magnus said. A pause. Magnus shook his head. "No. I can't."

"You could if you weren't a coward," Lup said.

"Okay, well, the pants are either going over my head or going on my ass, and as much as I'm fine with that, someone banned me from walking around naked after cycle twelve!"

"For good reason," Davenport said. Magnus scoffed. "Look, last cycle was pretty cold-"

"I froze to death!"

"-so we had to make do with what we had. I'm sure your shirts will find their way back to you. In the meantime..." Davenport grimaced, looking towards Taako, who shook his head. He turned back to Magnus, looking uncertain, but finished with, "you've got a shirt on right now."

"But this is my regen shirt," Magnus whined. "I don't wanna shower and then put this back on. It's got press conference sweat on it."

"That, uh, that sucks for you," Davenport said.

"I feel like you're not taking me seriously," Magnus said. "I'm out here, shirtless in Seattle-"

"Awful," Taako said.

"And I am asking my friends- if I can say, my family- to give me back the shirts I own and all of you are refusing!"

"Have you asked Barry?" Lup said.

"Barry wouldn't steal my shirts," Magnus said.

"He's got the sweater you want," Lup said.

"Son of a bitch!"