#wouldnt say anything when i tried to ask him what was up except he kept saying its fine its fine

[mmyneonlights]

:(

[oriigirii]

Streamer MC headcannons with the brothers 💞

"You were quite a known face on social media back in the human realm, playing games, doing unboxings, just vibin in general, fans around the globe looked forward to your streams a lot! However, considering the sudden (unannounced) invitation to the exchange program, you had to leave all of that behind out of the blue. It wasn't as bad at first, but you have to admit you do miss the feeling of being able to do goofy shit online. Luckily for you, with the advance technology of Devildom and some spicy magic, the internet had synced with the human realm, and thats when you decided to finally re-enter the streaming scene. How will the brothers react upon seeing your peculiar past time?"

Head empty, No thoughts aside from the brothers just bothering the MC while they stream so here you go haha

Warnings: None, just crackhead energy and a lotta mispellings

Gender: Neutral!

Hotel: Trivago

* [ ಠ╭╮ಠ ] Lucifer *

{How did he know about your career?}

I honestly don't see him as someone who goes on the internet a lot

(He screams boomer to me, change my mind)

He doesn't have the time either, he's too focused on work!

So him finding out is gonna take a while

But! He did find out the hard way when shrilled screaming was heard from your room when he was passing by with some paper stacks in his arms (courtesy of Diavolo)

This man felt his instincts kick in, he ran as fast as he could, papers forgotten, and he immediately slammed your door open. Splinters scattering around, your door definitely damaged, as his eyes held a glare and his demon form was out, wings spread in a threatening display.

He was ready to beat someone's ass as he had thought someone had hurt you in here.

But all hes met with is you, infront of your chair and PC, and a game over on the screen...

To say he was unamused was an understatement cause you just lost your internet priviliges for giving him a heart attack (He said it was because you were being rowdy and noisy but with what you saw you knew that wasn't the case)

Good luck tryna puppy-eye your way to his heart to let you continue streaming lol.

If by some miracle you managed to wriggle your rights back from his hands, he'd warn you not to be so loud next time.

You already learnt your lesson though~ (Hopefully)

{How does he feel about your streams?}

Not everyone's the same, so if you were the shy soft streamer who does more art streams or something akin to a podcast, you can bet that Lucifer will be putting you on while he works, he kinda knows your streaming schedule at this point and if you were running late, he'd force one of his brothers to take over your dish washing duties or any chores you were stuck with

If you were the loud obnoxious meme type, hed still try to watch out of curiosity, and as much as he appreciates that you were getting comfortable here in Devildom with how you laugh and joke around, he still can't approve of it. Its too loud, its much like his brothers energy and he has enough of that already, so he probably doesn't watch as much.

He has countlessly came to your room to shush you and at this point your fans had made a compilation of each time Lucifer had barged in to tell you off

Look he likes it when you scream, but not when hes in the middle of work okay--

At this point, chat has deemed Lucifer as dad and you as their mom/dad.

If he ever catches wind of this he'd definitely be teasing you in private for centuries to come.

Overall fine with it, as long as don't do something stupid on stream.

* ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ Mammon*

{How did he know about your career?}

I would say he found out by him crashing into your streams midway but that's too predictable, hence why you've Mammon-proofed your bedroom during streaming hours!

Thanks to our wizard daddy, you have managed to cast a simple lock spell on your door and as well as a sound proofing

You love your broke idiot, but you did wanna keep the tone of your stream today a bit more chill, you wanted to have a proper Q&A with your fans to hopefully clear any bad vibes around your 3 month disappearance.

When Mammon has learnt your door was locked he definitely was a bit pissy, he knocked on your door loudly even and was calling out for you to let him in, but to no avail.

Bro he's scared.

He usually was allowed to enter, and you usually answered if you did need to be left alone for a bit, so just leaving him hanging got his mind racing and he had to press up his ear on the wooden door to try and hear if you were okay

When this continues on he finally resorts to getting help, but the only one in the house ws Levi, so he kicks down HIS door.

Levi boutta summon Lotan for interrupting him honestly

But as Mammon exclaim you weren't answering and he worried for your wellbeing, Levi rolls his eyes and scoffs,

"Idiot Mammon, they're streaming don't bother them…"

Streaming? why didn't you tell him???

Rude much.

He did huff and now was forcing his way to use Levi's PC for a moment

Can Levi stop him?

Nah.

He was busy on his console, and if he stood up now hed be breaking his world record so he was at a terrible state so he just resorts to threats of him drowning the Avatar of Greed if he does anything stupid on his PC.

He immediately logs in to your streaming platform and he watches for a bit,

You were more dolled up now just to look decent on stream, and he felt this jealousy rise as you interact with your chat, especially to those saying I love you's and stuff, and you even said it back? the audacity! You were his werent you? Were you replacing him with these nobodies?

He huffs as he realized that those who paid got their message highlighted, and thus, he starts donating. (Mind you this was Levi's account...)

"Mcccccc Open the dooorrr"

"Ill behave i promiseeeee"

"Cmon pleaseeee?"

Chat is c o n f u s i o n

NGL, they thought Mammon was a creepy stalker and red flags were being waved everywhere

but as chat was pondering who the hell he was, you can only sigh and look at the camera with that unamused expression, but ugh! you just KNOW hes doing that kicked puppy expression of his, and maybe it really wont be so bad

So you snap your fingers and say, "Okay MonMon, its open, Im giving you 3 seconds"

Mammon wasnt deemed to be the fastest out of his brothers for nothing

As soon as you got to '2', you were already tackled by the white haired male and chat went wild.

Now that you've shown your life in Devildom, maybe its time to introduce chat to your boyfriend no?

{How does he feel about your streams?}

You get paid to sit infront of a camera, do I have to say anything else?

But really though, as much as he enjoys the thought of getting so much cash from something so simple, he prefers the joy of being able to proudly exclaim that he was your first man!

ohhhh he thrives on the salt of your overly attached stans

but for those who fully support you, he always feels so mushy and shy when they say the ship you guys so hard

The fanarts has him WEAK (he may or may not have saved a few)

You usually do streams alone, but now you've allowed the door to be left open to let Mammon join whenever

Chat pogs when he enters with so much confidence, only for it to crumble when you kiss his cheek on stream.

Overall finds it fun to spend time with you, but just dont play scary games cause Lucifer might hang him upside down on stream.

* ▘▂▝ Leviathan*

{How did he know about your career?}

He is honestly the most attached to his D.D.D and he catches wind of almost anything going down in the internet, so your 'revival' being hyped up was something he definitely saw and he was just s wo o o ned

His Henry 2.0? a famous streamer?

Were you truly a blessing gifted upon him or was he dreaming?

He definitely didn't bring it up at first as he didn't wanna make it a big deal, but you notice hes been more in his head lately, and you have tried asking him what it was but to no avail.

You have to corner this little snake if you want answers and he eventually admits that he knew of your persona online and was incredibly shy to ask you to stream with him

He's a streamer himself afterall but maybe he doesnt stream as much as you do nor does he have as large of a following, so his intrusive thoughts attacked him and made him think that maybe since he wasnt as famous he didnt deserve to be in the same stream as you

Please tell him to join you and gib him kiss U3U

He'll absolutely m e l t

But now, as you make the announcement to your viewers and Levi to his, the internet explodes as a special collab stream was hapening between the expert gamer and avatar of envy of Devildom along with the beloved exchange student and streamer of the human realm

Your usual viewers reach between 10-15k, but as you start stream, that number boosts higher and beyond

Before streaming though, Levi was incredibly nervous, he'd picked the games for you to play that he knew you would enjoy with him, but his mind kept racing about whatthe fans thought, he didnt wanna disappoint them

But you had to remind him that whatever they say will not matter in the end as this was merely for fun, this was YOUR stream and you guys were gonna do what you want and nobody can have a say on it. (Maybe except Lucifer)

You usually talk for him with your bubbly personality, and to calm his nerves, he hs your pinky wraped around his where the camera can't see it.

Regardless, his thoughts subsided as you two delve into your stream that lasted a solid 7 hours, you definitely promised your chat that you and Levi will be doing more streams together from now on.

Once the cameras cut and yall are left alone, Both of you collapse on bed, and despite you being asleep already, Levi was just far too giddy as everything dwells on him.

Having a player 2 by his side now had never felt so intoxicating and he as just so lucky to have you.

{How does he feel about your streams?}

He obviously adores it, although some streams he wouldnt join just so he can play games on his own

He's still an introvert afterall, he needs his alone time

But he prefers that alone time with you, his Henry.

So when youre about to go stream, he kinda becomes a bit pouty, but with a simple promise of kisses (and maybe even more if youd like) he would let you go, but his attention would disappear from his game altogether.

He might just end up watching you instead

May or may not, at some point, just chat you and ask if its too late to join you

You do allow him to join you and play from the comforts of his room as both of you can simply play via internet, you give him the comfort to not turn on his mic or webcam either and you have no idea how he appreciates that.

Will definitely fight someone online when they start claiming you as theirs (-cough- stans) Please make sure it doesnt escalate to him summoning Lotan

Although the comments would often get to him, and as much as he can fight them online, he still does find himself pondering if they were true, so you need to give him a lotta lovin and reminder that he is your player 1 and no one else can ever fill that place.

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Wow 3 brothers this time, what an improvement, anyways hope yall enjoy! I think its pretty clear who I simp for depending o nthe length of each lol, but do let me know if you guys want a part 2 for the rest of the brothers, or even the undateables!

[pendragon-of-chaos]

Just your heartbeat

Arthur Pendragon NNT x Doctor!femS/O

Warnings: None

Author’s note: This is my first post here, and i don’t think I will post much because i don’t have the imagination to make it a hobby, but my asks will be open if someone wants to send me a request or something. Just keep in mind I will mostly do it slowly! Headcanons or scenarios are valid!

Arthur is one of my biggest husbandos but he doesn’t get the same attention as the rest of the characters, so I just felt the necessity of publishing this one shot I imagined, hoping that my fellow Arthur stans like it! English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry if there are some errors. Feedback would be great!

Word count: 1515

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Life isn't easy when your castle, and practically the whole city, is being occupied by the demon clan. The Camelot population was forced to live in an underground bunker while the Holy War happens in Britannia, and as their King, Arthur dedicates his time in doing surveillance rounds, accompanied by Cath, Nanashi, and some of his knights.

He always had incredible abilities in combat, specially with swords, thanks to Merlin's training. However, when this situacion started he couldn't do much except to ask his comrades for help so the number of demons around the city wouldn't ascend. I'm saying at first, because thanks to the passing of time and Nanashi's experience, now he can take out a good bunch of demons all by himself without breaking a sweat.

Or at least the majority of times.

Because of his impulssive nature, acheing for adventures and new challenges, the young King ended up today more bruised than expected.

"King Arthur, you're back!" - Announced one of the villagers  who were standing next to the doors which led to one of the main rooms in the underground city. More villagers gathered around the doors until they were completely opened - "Did you have any problems? It's been a while since we saw you looking like that"

Arthur's clothes were dirtier than usual, with some tears here and there. You could even see some small bruises in his face, but nothing big enough to worry at first sight.

"Don't worry! I may have been a little bit careless, but I'm fine, and I also could defeat some dozens of demons as usual!" - Replied the young King with his cheerful and enthusiastic self, puffing up his chest in a prideful way. At least until a sudden pain made him stop and cough while taking his hand to his chest, leaving the people watching him concerned

"I will go get some of the leftovers from lunch, please don't overwork yourself" - Said one of the women while she returned to the dining room along some more.

"You should get checked by (Y/N), just to be sure that you don't have mayor injuries".

Arthur couldn't help being nervous when he heard (Y/N)'s name. He was a carefree and adventurous boy, working on his strengh since he got separated from the seven deadly sins to protect his people; but he still had weaknesses, and (Y/N) was one of them.

How could he not fall in love with her? She was sweet, helpful and loved by the town. He had visited her more than once and her voice alone made him feel butterflies. With the passing of time it became more difficult to see her, He could barely hide his feelings and that embarrased him even more.

"I insist, it is nothing! I'm sure the pain will fade away the moment I rest-" - His excuses were interrumpted by Nanashi, who got closer to check him with a look

"It wouldn't hurt you doing a little check up. Besides, it's not only for your wellness, it's also for Camelot's people since they want to see you healthy. You are their protector after all"

Arthur couldn't do much besides nodding while scratching his head and look at the ground; knowing well that it wouldnt matter whatever he had to say, because they would keep insisting until they were sure that their King was in full condition

"Well, if that majes you happy, I'll go right now..." - He looked up as the villagers started to nod and continued with their chores. Once the crowd dissipated he walked to the nearest table so he could put down the basket where Cath was, and then he set course to (Y/N)'s room. In front of it, the King took a deep breath to gather the courage and knocked on the door

“Come in!” – A cheerful voice spoke from inside. (Y/N) kept looking to the door from her seat across the room, until Arthur appeared – “Your Majesty! It’s been a while since the last time you came here, did something go wrong?” – She stood up and bowed to greet him.

Arthur closed the door behind him, smiling gently at her – “I told you to call me Arthur, we know each other well. And, I just got slightly hit while patrolling, but they forced me to visit you” – He ended with a nervous smile – “I didn’t mean to bother you!”

(Y/N) listened carefully and made a gesture with her hand, inviting him to take a seat on the bed so she could observe him well.

“You don’t bother, it’s my work to make sure nobody is ill or hurt after all” – Arthur took off his sword so he could sit comfortably, waiting until (Y/N) got closer to his face – “Hmm, just some bruises and cuts, as usual, they will heal fast” – (Y/N) looked into his eyes, smiling relieved, making it imposible for Arthur to hide the sudden blush on his face. Once done, she stepped back.

“I already told them that it was nothing to worry about, but it’s nice to confirm it”

“However, your clothes show signs of combat. Are you sure it doesn’t hurt in any other place?”

“I’ve only felt a sudden pain in my chest” – He said while pointing at himself, right where he felt it – “But I don’t think it’s really important”.

“I see… I can’t allow myself to let you go without being completely sure you are alright, so please, take off your shirt so I can auscultate you” – And with that said, (Y/N) turned around so she could get her stethoscope.

Arthur followed her words and left his clothes to the side embarrased, preparing himself for (Y/N)’s next move. What he didn’t know was that (Y/N) was doing the exact same thing, and she was thankful of having turned her back on Arthur so he couldn’t see her face. After all, she couldn’t deny she had a little crush on the young King.

Once prepared, (Y/N) turned around and went back to sit next to Arthur, looking at his chest.

“You do have a bruise where you pointed some seconds ago” – She adjusted the stethoscope in her ears, pressing the metalic end on Arthur’s back, causing him to shiver at the sudden cold – “Take a deep breath please”

While (Y/N) listened carefully pressing on his back, Arthur looked to the wall in front of him. His only mission right now was avoinding getting nervous again, but (Y/N)’s closeness and the intrusive thoughts which claimed that (Y/N) had indeed noticed his blush a few minutes ago made it difficult for him. The more he tried to avoid those thoughts, the more he realized he was in love with her. Just a few seconds later he felt the metal on his chest, fearing the worst.

His fast heartbeat didn’t go unnoticed. (Y/N) frowned a little. Could it be because he just came back of fighting? Maybe, but his calm behaviour said otherwise.

Worried, (Y/N) stayed a few more seconds listening to his heart, to make sure her ears weren’t fooling her, until she got up, pulled away and took off her stethoscope – “Your lungs are alright, but there’s something worrying me, your heart is beating faster than it should… that could mean you have an internal wound…”

Yup, she got him. At least she didn’t think about the reason being him crushing on her. Besides, (Y/N) supossed that being Arthur a King, there wasn’t any hope for her, so she simply thought that there was an unknown problem with him.

“Like I said, they’re just some bruises” – Arthur took his clothes and dressed quickly, getting up and looking at (Y/N) – “Thanks to you I even feel better! I’ll go right now to inform the people there is nothing to worry about” – He walked to the door and before he could open it (Y/N)’s voice made him stop and turn around slightly

“Even so, come back in a while! I want to be sure it really isn’t anything dangerous”

Arthur could feel her concern in her words, adding fuel to his feelings

“Later? Even if I feel alright?” – (Y/N) nodded, laughing at Arthur’s stubborness.

“Even if you feel alright. And if you don’t come back, I will search for you”

Arthur sighed softly with a smile- “In that case I will be back in some hours so you don’t have to worry more than necessary, and you will see that I’m as well as always!” – Laughing he opened the door and said goodbye until he was out of the room.

Another blush appeared again in his cheeks thinking about what he agreed to do. Coming back? Knowing him, he will be caught again, and he can’t make excuses forever. He better learn to relax himself or he would end up having to confess his feelings without being prepared.

In her room, (Y/N) sat again on her chair  leaning on the table with a goofy grin, wishing that those heartbeats where for her; and without knowing (at least for now) that indeed, it was like that.

[ethernetmeep]

emotional tangent which is Dumb and has no real meaning to it ahead

Was obligated to tell my counselor something i didnt want to tell her. Got called the r slur in lunch by some 8th grader & got immensely effected. Got told something not very nice (not related to the r slur thing, although that didnt help) and proceeded to cry backstage because i didnt comprehend why. Almost didnt perform because i was genuinely so unable to do anything except cry. Keyword almost because eventually i got myself in check.. people liked my performance, including my history teacher & english teacher. Was just proud i was able to do it and that i didnt back out.

My tiredness may also be due to the fact i hadnt eaten anything…… i was meaning to eat one of the donuts but felt weird & awkward & was nervous. Have donuts at home anyway. Didnt eat lunch cause of the r slur thing plus just generally didnt want the pizza. Felt bad for existing again and immensely guilty for being so visibly emotional. Two girls stopped & asked if i was okay and wouldnt exactly budge until i talked. Didn’t mean to be seen crying but i think i was.. Principal herself stooped beside me as i was sitting near the doors to the auditorium and asked if i was okay and needed anything…. I know i diss her at times but shes Sweet. Also saw my old spanish teacher… school officer showed up though and scared the shit out of me. Why were so many people concerned for me,??? I dont get it.. Why…. I cant comprehend it..

Backstage audio with music was very loud & scary… i didnt want to just run out as i was still crying, so i had to sit and endure it. Horrible. Had sat in a very niche corner of the backstage to have my existence be one hard to find.. it worked until there was technical difficulties yet simultaneously didnt work because a handful of people saw me distraught & upset. Had to move. Didnt want to but i did, didnt want to do anything. I got better, but it still wasnt pleasant. Crowd was loud & people were loud & noises kept going & mouths kept moving & i only contributed to my own agony by talking too. Too much noise… i tried putting my headphones on for the really awful parts but they didnt seem to help much, still got overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by how many emotions i had today and by the end i was emotioned out per se… although emotioned isnt a real word.. It was a lot is what i Mean.

Eventually got myself back together and went back to my seat. was growing irritated because of the noise once again & how many people were starting to file in. Zoned out on what half of the stuff the guy next to me was saying. Talked & talked & talked because thats what i do and simultaneously hate that i do at times. Told him too much and let myself be unfiltered which is a bad idea because my unfiltered self is loud and i dont always like it. Told him he reminded me of a robin and that i was a chickadee…………

Now i seem to be somewhat of a … um. Husk. Of emotion. Theyre all muddled and i dont like it and my stomach hurts & everything is painful. Got told news that only made this worse by my mother, specifically that DCF was not going to shut the case and that the so called optional after school program our worker wanted me to do is not in fact optional anymore. I just want this to be over with, nothing seems to be helping anything & its all very overwhelming and scary. All i can do is cry and i feel pathetic for it because i should be better & more well rounded but i seem to be a hexagon when im meant to be like. A circle or something. Sorry i dont have good metaphors right now.

I also got a call from a number i didnt recognize & didnt realize this until i checked my phone as i was backstage…. I didnt call them back because i didnt know who it was & because i also was in general not in the greatest state to talk. I think someone wanted to talk to me but i didnt realize it & now i feel bad because i look like a dick when i dont mean to.

I also remember something i knew would happen happening and getting very mad despite absolutely everything. I was so pissed & kept saying said phrase aloud because i was genuinely unable to contain my distain. I was incredibly annoying today and i think it was because i was so anxious. Sometimes i talk a lot when im excited but sometimes it can also be because im word vomiting and just need to do something so i dont fall over and die. I had my sea slug friend with me though… they helped a lot..

I know its an inanimate object & dumb & stupid but i appreciate my slug friend. Havent given them a name & i should but i have no clue what… ive brought them with me to many places… the [I REALIZED MID TYPING I WAS TECHNICALLY DOXXING MYSELF TO AN EXTENT HERE.] aquarium is one i can remember, maybe even the [HERE TOO.] aquarium.. and many other places. they are dear to me because they are compact and my friend. if i didnt have something to hold today i think it would’ve been worse, so im happy i had my buddy.. im happy i was able to get over the fear i had & was able to still perform…. i also got my schedule changed to the elective i really wanted.. that makes me happy. im just happy to be home… i still have a prevalent headache but at least i get to try and sleep.. theres many things i regret from today and am ready for a night of being a pupa.

Im so ready to get home and go into a cocoon for the next 24 hours

[literaila]

tricks and tips.

loki x gn!reader. title says it all. be warned. 

*

the first time you met loki,

he was sitting in a cage. it was cold where they were keeping him, somewhere far too excluded from everything else, someplace that you barely recognized yourself. it was cold, and it was dark everywhere except the glass composure he was trapped in.

this wasn’t really a prison, you knew. it couldn’t have been a prison for him when he was just sitting there, watching you, no movement, no sound.

but still, something about the cage made you want to crawl out of your skin.

or maybe it was him.

maybe it was his eyes, the cruel words he had spoken to everyone else. he wasn’t just a man, he would remind you, he was something other.

you’d first been called in to interrogate him (having a doctorate in psychology was very useful apparently) and try to determine what his next move was. 

though within five seconds of entering the room, you wondered why anyone would think there was any move he could make in the first place. he was completely enclosed, trapped in something that looked like it could hold even the scariest of monsters. 

and well, you werent quite sure if that was him. 

though, you couldnt deny the chill that ran down your spine as his eyes watched you as you walked closer and closer, not letting any fear you might have deter you from the job you were supposed to be doing. figure out what his next move was. simple. 

“hello,” you started, a professional smile on your face. you could’ve sworn he’d flinched. “i’m y/n.” 

the only thing you got in return was a roll of his eyes, clearly fed up with you, probably with the cage, and definitely with the wall he was leaning against. 

your neck ached in sympathy. 

“you must be loki, yes?” trying again, you drew a chair that was sitting next to the cage, probably leftover from the last person that had tried to talk to him, and leaned back, waiting for whatever answer he would give. 

turns out, that didnt take long. 

“prince” he, not quite hissed but announced. his face was not any more pleasant, and it was clear he wasnt joking. 

even still, you had to put in some effort not to giggle. it wasnt as if you’d ever gotten corrected by a ‘prince’ before. or that you’d even been in the vicinity of one. 

allowing only a small twitch at the corner of your lips, you nodded seriously, opening the notebook you’d been holding. “ah yes, prince loki. i’m sorry” 

“why are you here?” he asked, leaning his head against the wall again, and closing his eyes. “another person sent to discover all my secrets? figure out what to do with someone like me?” 

it was silent for a moment, the two of you were completely alone. it was still cold, it was still dark, but this close to the prince, you could observe the slow movements he was making. you could see his face clearly, the dread unhidden from his features. 

you supposed it must be draining, to have people asking you the same things, hoping to find out something new. 

you wonder how long he’d been left alone since he’d arrived in the small prison. how long he’d been watched. 

someone more cheerful, less conceded, might be a relief. 

“well yes, i guess so.” there was no point in lying, especially considering it didnt seem like he was going to cooperate anyway. “but i’m willing to bet that it wouldnt matter even if i tried,” 

he opened his eyes at that, something new on his face. something other than the distaste he already had for you. 

“its usually not safe to make bets with me, as i’m sure my brother already told you.” he spit out the word brother. it didnt surprise you, but you still scribbled something down in the notebook you were holding. you didnt fail to notice the change in topic. 

“i actually havent spoken to him yet, just the agent who called me in. i cant seem to remember their name...” 

loki stood up then, walking around the cage, stretching out. he looked different now, less angry, maybe a bit more tired than when you’d walked in. there was nothing else in the cage. no water, no food, no bed. it would be a struggle to stay sitting for long. 

“you dont work for shield?” the prince asked, now standing in front of you. 

“god, no.” you giggled at the thought, imaging yourself in the all-black uniforms you’d seen on almost every person that had welcomed you in. “i’m just here to... interrogate you.” you made an effort to keep the cheer in your voice, not wanting him to return to the other side of the cage and ignore you for the rest of the time you were locked in here with him. 

it wouldnt make for a very good report. 

“no i suppose not...” he drawled, smirking at you with crueler eyes than before. you recognized the insult but paid no mind to it. he was locked in a glass cage, multiple levels below the ground. he had a right to be a little bitter. “now about that bet,” 

huh. maybe a game would work then. you were almost sure that he’d been purposefully trying to move past that. 

“i think, knowing that you are the god of mischief, that even if i asked questions-- and you answered --that it wouldnt be too far-fetched to say that it would be all lies.” you watched his face change, the tiny twitch of his lips. “a safe bet, i’m assuming.” 

loki sat back down, this time in the middle of the floor with his long legs crossed over each other. he was looking at you completely now, blank face. it wasnt as scary now, and you werent sure if this was the right prison for someone as calm as he seemed. 

“i’ve been told its not good to assume,” he replied, looking down to his lap. 

you nodded along, silent then. 

it was another minute after, both of you thinking completely different things, before anyone spoke. you, of course, were trying to figure out your best course of action. what you could ask to get him to say something that you could report back to the people waiting for you, what he would need to hear to actually reveal something that wasnt already known. 

it was only when you looked up and saw loki scowling once again that you decided it was best to just keep the conversation going. 

“how long have you been here, then?” 

“here, physically? only around a day or two. i cant tell what time it is.” he looked around, nodding to the black walls, the light that was only coming from the floor beneath him. “on earth? ...well, far longer than i intended to be.”

“hmm” 

loki raised a brow. “hmm?” 

you looked down at your lap, undeterred by the demand in his voice. he didnt like to not know. 

“Its just that,” you looked back up at him, offering a smile and using your hands to gesture in the air. “based on what i’ve heard of you... on the news, it seems more like you came to ‘annihilate’ us all. and, well i just figured that would take a bit longer than a couple of days?” 

you kept eye-contact with him. he was far less intimidating when he was sitting like a child. far less intimidating when his eyes werent full of murder. 

he nodded, leaning his chin on his hand, staring. “that sounds like a question.” he muttered, uninterested. he looked a bit bored, mostly tired, but still. 

“oh right,” you leaned back, distancing yourself from him and returning your eyes to the notebook. “sorry”  

loki sighed, kept silent for a moment before he saw that you werent going to say anything else. he had to know. 

“if i tell you something, will you tell me what you’re writing in that thing?” 

your eyes perked up. that was a good offer. 

“i thought it wasnt smart to make deals with the ‘god of mischief’?” you emphasised the title with a wave of your hands, hoping to get him to smile. 

just something to report, you reminded yourself. just stay long enough to get him comfortable. 

“its not,” he smirked, watching you decide. this suddenly felt a bit too much like a dare. 

and, well, you werent something who backed away from a dare. 

“okay, deal.” 

loki didnt reply, only waved a hand as if to say get on with it before yawning. he was definitely paying attention, but his show of boredom was greatly appreciated even still. 

you werent used to being told what to do with gestures, but it was clear that loki was very used to telling other people what to do with just a gesture. it was the prince in him, you supposed. didnt mean you were going to listen. 

“why am i going first?” you asked, arms crossed in front of you now. 

loki laughed, full out. he gestured around him with wide eyes, energy sudenly coming back to him. he looked much more like a prince now, than he did before. “it would seem that i’m at a bit of a disadvantage.” 

you glared at him, unmoving. “how do i know you’ll tell me anything real?” 

lies, you thought. you were very familiar with them, familiar to listening to them and familiar to dealing with them. 

“you have my word,” he promised, sincerely with a hand over his heart. 

it was definitely too much. but still, you grabbed the notebook and flipped it around so that he could see. the look on his face might’ve been just enough to make this entire day worth it. 

it was just scribbles, after all. little doodles to help keep you focused. 

but of course, the god of mischief, prince of asgard, didnt know that. 

he only stared at you, an astounding look in his eyes. and you, only smirked. copying his gesture from earlier. 

get on with it. 

“fine,” he quipped. crossing his arms over his chest. copying you now. it only made you smile wider. “i wasnt born on asgard. i also murdered my biological father.” no remorse on his face with those words, just another yawn. 

well. that wasnt expected. 

“that wasnt the deal,” you said, instead of offering any sympathy you might have. pity you knew he wouldnt want. any disgust that came with the words. he didnt want emotions, and you still needed something to report. 

you suddenly felt angry with him, and you couldnt tell why. 

“darling, i said i would tell you something. not that i would tell you anything useful.” he laid down then, right in the middle of the floor. it was ridiculous. but then you could see him closing his eyes, putting his hand over his face to block out the light. “its not like you gave me anything useful either.” he teased the words out, yawning again. 

maybe you’d misread his mischief, his distaste. 

“when was the last time you got any sleep?” you asked, instead of acknowledging anything he said. 

his face snapped up at that, the pressure in the room rising to the highest level. it seemed that you’d struck a nerve. he had been there far too long. 

“another question,” he hissed, distaste back plain and clear in his eyes, tinting his mouth. he was mad now, angry. it probably wasnt at you, you thought. it was probably at the situation, at his brother, at himself. 

you might’ve known a bit more than you’d led on. 

“when i was a kid,” you started, pleasant smile back on your face. you were in the company of a prince after all. “my mom used to tell me to think ‘happy thoughts’ to fall asleep.” you saw him wince slightly, but you werent finished. “it helped lure me to sleep, and also keep away nightmares.” 

“why are you telling me this?” he demanded, quietly. whatever he didnt like about what you were saying, it was too late to take back. 

“just in case you needed some help. or a reminder to take a nap.” 

and then someone was calling your name, leading you out of the dark room. you looked back at loki once more, another smile. 

you were sure you’d be back soon. 

and loki, well he was watching you walk away. listening to the silence you’d left behind. 

compared to any other person that had attempted to talk to him, to get something out of him. you were the most entertaining. and also slightly annoying. 

but still, he couldnt get those words out of his head. and he couldnt get the weight off his eyes. 

five minutes later, your voice in his ear, he was sound asleep against the glass wall. 

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 12]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, sex toys, overstimulation, tiniest mentions of daddy!kink, a lil bit of a filler chapter!, this is the most btsvt chapter that it’ll ever get so i’m sorry if you dont like that!! 😭😭, a bit of a lighthearted chapter too tbh to ease everyone back into cherry bomb! 💕 I know its been like two fuckin weeks since the last update which is honestly insane to me! I almost couldnt remember where we even left off lmao kdjfhds 😩💕💕 Thank you for being so patient with me and waiting it out while we had two weeks of Monster Mash! Starting Monday, I’m gonna be going back to my normal posting schedule! 💕 have a great rest of the weekend, yall! 🍒 

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“Wait, seriously? You want to work here? But--but I thought you were from out of town?”

Jun’s eyes light up with excitement; fingertips crushing the resume you passed to him moments prior. “Um, well, there was a change of plans… and I’d really like to work somewhere where I have a friend! If you guys are still hiring, that is...” You reply back meekly.

It’d taken you all morning to write up a resume, blushing a little when you realize most of your income had been from camming. It’d also made you pause for a moment when you realized that it meant Jun would also know your real name too; as well as everyone who came through the diner and all of your coworkers.

“Yeah, of course! I, um, just give me a second to pass this to my manager, okay? I’ll be sure to put in a good word!” Jun shoots you a wink before he turns to leave.

You take the opportunity to sit down at a nearby booth, fishing for your phone to text Seungcheol.

‘I think I might be getting the job!!’

cheollie ✨: oh? Not that I doubted you, but is it confirmed already?

‘Mm… Jun is trying to put in a word for me! But I’m confident!’

cheollie ✨: thats my baby ;)

You hear someone call your name hesitantly, only to find Jun standing a few feet away looking at you sheepishly. “Um, sorry, your name’s on the resume so I figured…”

“Oh! Yeah, it’s fine!” You awkwardly giggle. “I figured writing ‘Cherry’ as my name wouldn’t be too smart when you need to cross-reference my ID if I get the job.” Jun laughs as he takes the seat across from you in the booth, papers in hand.

“Well, I convinced my manager to let me interview you. Told him that if we’d be workin’ together that I’d want to scope you out for myself! He bought it, can you believe it!?” Grinning, he sets your crumpled resume down next to a small stack of papers. “I don’t doubt you’d pull your weight around here but I do have to ask… Why here of all places? I thought your, uh, other job was enough? Or I guess I assumed...” You bite your lip, flip-flopping on whether or not you wanted to let him know exactly what happened that led to your sudden decision.

“Um… There were just some big life changes I had to make on the fly and I’ll be living around here now! I’m trying out some new things… I also figured if I worked with you, then you’d know my schedule the best too! And you seem like a really nice and cool guy.”

Jun nods, smiling back at you.

“You got that right!”

“You’re seriously going to start working there?” Jeongguk raises a brow, cables in hand as he sets up the extra PC in his streaming room. “And the guy working there knows you? That doesn’t bother you?”

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, “Yeah and he knows me now too. And knows I’d kick his ass if he tried anything.” You pout from your place in the expensive gaming chair; eyes focused on Jeongguk who shimmies under the desk to start plugging in the cables.

“Well, yeah he does know me, but he’s also one of my regulars and knows the schedules I’ll need, so I think we can trust him!” They both nod and Seungcheol is quick to cross the small room until he’s right behind you.

“He seems like a nice guy though, I don’t think we have to worry.”

Jeongguk slides out from underneath the desk, dusting off his pants as he stands. “And if he does end up being a weirdo, there’s always a place for you at the roller rink!”

Seungcheol rolls his eyes, hands gripping onto the backrest of the chair.

“No.”

“Hey guys, welcome back to Golden Closet Gaming! I’m JK, your regular host! Today, we have a suuuper special guest! Why don’t you introduce yourself, pretty lady~”

You take a deep breath as you lean in close to the mic; somewhat nervous and a little out of your usual element. “Hi everyone~ I’m Cherry! Some of you may know me from, um, the other side of the streaming-sphere but I’m joining my friend today in hopes of boosting our channels together and having a ‘lil bit of fun!!”

Seungcheol sits at the side as he watches the two of you; a small smile painted on his lips at the way the two of you seem to fall into your characters easily despite the somewhat different platforms and influx of different viewers.

The sound of donations and comments pour in a lot quicker than Jeongguk, himself, is used to; eyes wide and eyebrows raised as he pauses to watch them flood the screen.

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

xcaliburDK has donated $100

sleepy_wonu: never thought i’d be donating here but here we are

xcaliburDK: i was always a silent watcher but u kno i had to donate for my favorite girl!

seokGENIE: i feel like i’m entitled to something for taking your shift so i wont be donating, sorry pretty girl

j__min: can’t believe this kid got a collab with you before i did :(

j__min has donated $200

dtsug__a: i dont normally watch streams either but im curious

Jeongguk laughs, still in disbelief as the donations continue to pour in from a combination of your viewers and his. He always made a decent amount from his viewers but he couldn’t deny the pull you had from your viewers as well. “Wow, um okay, my donations are adding up a lot quicker than they usually do. That’s… Hey, whaddya say to streaming with me regularly?” He jokes. 

A shy laugh bubbles up your throat; ears and cheeks burning hot at the idea. You had never collabed with any other streamer before and despite your initial hesitance and unsureness, you too, were shocked to find how well the two of you were doing without your usual content.

“Erm, I’m not very good at gaming though… I don’t think your viewers would like it very much...”

seokGENIE: thats ok jk sucks at gaming too, it wouldnt be too different

j__min: lmao fkjdhf

dtsug__a: does he get roasted often on this channel? If so i’ll be tuning in more often

dtsug__a has donated $100

dtsug__a: for your troubles, pretty gal

“On second thought, let’s let this be a special occasion, huh? Maybe collabs for the holiday, Cherry?” Jeongguk grumbles and Seungcheol has to bite his lip to keep in his laughs from his side of the small room. You start to feel more and more comfortable at the lighthearted atmosphere; tucking a stray hair behind your ear before you lean in towards the mic again.

“Ah! Speaking of, don’t forget to tune into my camshow tomorrow~! JK and I will be gaming on there as well but… with some added fun to match my channel~! 21 and over only~” You blink at the computer screen, still a little unused to the idea that you weren’t technically being filmed. Although, it was a nice change for once; not needing to be all done up for a show and simply just talking to your viewers and reading comments.

sleepy_wonu: is dom daddy gonna be on the show too?

“Dom daddy? Oh you mean Se---”

“Yes! Kind of!” You cut off, laughing nervously. Nobody knew Seungcheol’s name except for Jun and you were trying to keep as much of him private as possible, until he was ready. “In a sense, he’ll be there! You guys will just have to tune in to find out!”

Jeongguk laughs into his own mic, scooting in closer to his desk as he loads up the game.

“I think that’s enough chatting for now, huh? Let’s get started! Tonight we’ll be playing Phasmophobia! We’ll be playing something more lighthearted on Cherry’s channel, as she requested. So tonight we’ll be playing something I picked out. You ready, baby?”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes, quietly taking a sip of his water.

“Ready when you are!”

“I gotta say, sweetheart, for someone who doesn’t play video games too often, you’re not too bad.” Seungcheol comments, nodding his head in amazement as the three of you exit Jeongguk’s PC room. He’d had a hard time keeping in his laughs as he watched from the side and he had to admit, you were even cuter when you were outside of your usual element.

“I have to agree with hyung, but maybe it was also the adrenaline and screaming that kept you goin’.”

The two males share a laugh as you pout and plop down onto Jeongguk’s living room sofa. “Hey, how were the numbers for tonight, by the way?” You ask quietly.

“Honestly? I think we made almost triple of what my channel usually sees. I know I don’t really make a ton off of my streams since I don’t really do anything, like, crazy but shit… Even I’m shocked at how much we made.”

Seungcheol’s lip ease into a smirk; Jeongguk really had no idea how much the two of you had made off of a couple videos alone.

“We still have one more stream to do and then we can just pool up the money and split it down the middle!”  

Jeongguk nods, stretching as he sits himself down onto the other end of the sofa. “I’ll bring my spare PC stuff so we can set up a little early tomorrow, if that’s cool with you two? Maybe have some food before we get started too ‘cause god knows I’m gonna be starving.” You look to Seungcheol who nods and checks his phone for the time.

“Yeah, we need to set up the cameras and lighting a little differently too so we’ll probably start earlier. Just text me before you drive over so we know when to expect you.”

You yawn next to Jeongguk; adrenaline having worn off as the tiredness finally sets in. “It’s so weird, usually I’m only just starting my stream right around this time but I’m so exhausted now...” Seungcheol’s eyes from cute crescents as he smiles down at you, stepping closer as he goes in to smooth down your hair.

“You really were screaming a lot, to be fair. How about we head home and you can sleep in the car?”

“Okay~”

Seungcheol lets you sleep in on Saturday morning, watching as your chest rises and falls with soft breaths.

He takes a moment to think over the last few weeks of his life and he can’t help the disbelieving expression that crosses his features when he realizes just how much had changed over the course of just weeks.

When the two of you had met, he wasn’t expecting much. He expected the two of you to hang out for a few days before you went home and forgot he even existed outside of your camshows and the comments section. But now that so much had happened between the two of you, Seungcheol felt a deeper connection to you and felt the need to protect you even moreso than ever.

He sees you shift slightly, sleepy eyes blinking open as you peer up at him. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Mm… g’morning ‘cheol…”

You grimace sleepily at how hoarse your voice sounds, “Ew, I sound so… gross.”

Seungcheol moves to get out of bed, leaning in to kiss your forehead before he shuffles towards the bathroom. “I’m going to wash up but you can stay in bed if you like. I’ll make you some tea for your throat, okay? We have a long day ahead of us and I don’t think you wanna sound like that later tonight.”

Nodding sleepily, you lay back down as you yawn and let the sleep take over once again.

“Are you really sure ‘bout this?” Jeongguk takes a bite of his pizza as he watches Seungcheol pull the desk closer to the bed.

“What do you mean?” You ask; readjusting the light that was closest to the younger male. “Like, I dunno, I’ve never been on a cam show like this so… I mean do I have to do anything different?” You laugh lightly as you go in to pat Jeongguk on the shoulder.

“No, just be you. And we went over it already earlier, the only thing that’s different is going to be me! No weird tricks or anything, I promise.”

Seungcheol places another monitor on the tabletop, grunting as he goes. “Yeah, and in all honesty, I would hate to have to watch you get off, ‘Guk.”

“Oh shut up, hyung. You say that like I don’t know what you’re packin’ under those sweats. I think it’d only be fair! Just two bros getting to know each other.” Seungcheol pretends to gag just as you double over in laughter. “No, absolutely not, ‘Guk. And also, nobody told you to watch those videos!”

Jeongguk pauses, lips pressing into a firm line. “You right, you right…”

You leave to get changed just as Jeongguk starts to help Seungcheol set up the last few bits of equipment. He leans in close to the older male, eyes glancing around the space to make sure you were completely out of earshot. “Hey, hyung, honest question.”

“Sure.”

“Are you really okay with all this?” Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features as he raises an eyebrow at the younger male. “What’s ‘this’ exactly, ‘Guk?”

“Y’know, her living here and you camming all of a sudden, among everything else really… And the question if you’re in love with her which, by the way, we still all know that you are.”

A blush coats Seungcheol’s skin, fingertips almost losing grip of the camera he was about to mount to the desktop. “Listen, yes, okay, I do… like her a lot. But she’s going through a lot right now too and I don’t want to freak her out either. There’s a lot of life changes we’re going through so I’m just going to ...wait.”

“You’re a good man, hyung.”

“Hi everyone!”

You wave to the camera, winking and blowing a kiss to the camera propped up between the two monitors on the table. “I know, this setup is a little wild and not my normal but this is part two of my collaboration with Golden Closet Gaming! Do you want to introduce yourself to those who missed our other stream?” You turn to Jeongguk who nods; this time a little nervous as he stares directly into the camera.

He’d said he was okay with being filmed since he wasn’t actually part of any sexual acts, but he still found himself a little camerashy now that the two of you were live.

Seungcheol sat directly behind the monitors and cameras; his phone open to your cam show to watch from a different angle.

“Ah, hello! I’m JK of Golden Closet Gaming! I’m a friend of Cherry’s and no we won’t be fuckin’.” Jeongguk ends with an innocent smile that has you holding back your laughter.

therealchan99: i dont think dom.cheol would like that very much anyway

universe_WZ has donated $100

universe_WZ: unless he’s into watching

dom.cheol: no

alphagyu97: oh shit hes back

angelhan: huh, so hes not there?

“Oh, he is! He’s behind the camera~” You gesture beyond the camera to where Seungcheol sits and he leans over to quickly wave upside down in front of the camera to prove his existence.

j__min: ah, of course~ we know your daddy would never let you play with anyone else~

j__min: he likes you too much ;)

emerald.tae: oh? also hi new watcher!!!

emerald.tae: ur videos were great!!

emerald.tae has donated $200

therealchan99: im gonna need to start fighting ppl for ur attention i swear

gentleman_josh95: implying u had it

chwenon: yooooooo lmao

“You guuuuys, be nice! Just for that, I’m gonna be sending you a special private pic, okay ‘therealchan99’? You guys pick on him too much!” You pout.

therealchan99: hahaahhAHhhahaHAAHAA FUCKIN LOSERS SUCK ON THAT

tangerine_kwan: bruh

chwenon: damn guess we should can it

You respond to a few more comments as Jeongguk sits by and watches the way you interact with your viewers. He also takes note that you had a donation minimum before you started actually doing anything on your channel and that you’d already hit it pretty quickly.

“Okay! I think we should start now, huh? Oh, I should explain what’s going on!” You giggle cutely, settling into your space on the bed. “So JK and I will be playing this stilt man game! We have to get our character to the finish line without falling or the level restarts! JK has to get to level 30 and I have to get to level 20 and whoever reaches their goal first, wins!”

“I have a higher level to reach ‘cause our skillsets are different and we all know I’d smoke her if we both had to reach the same level.” Jeongguk grins.

seokGENIE: sure

seokGENIE has donated $69

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $100

“And the reason why ‘dom.cheol’ is behind the camera is because...” You pause, eyes twinkling with playfulness as you stare directly into the lens. “In order to get me to do my best, he’ll be controlling a special toy I’m wearing~ Hehe, if my character falls, he’ll raise the vibration setting each time as punishment and leave it on until I cum…”

“Which we are assuming will be a lot. Unfortunately, no medic on standby.” Jeongguk jokes. Seungcheol rolls his eyes as he laughs from behind the camera.

“We have a safeword, don’t we, sweetheart?” You nod in response, “Mmhmm!”

“Let’s get it!”

It takes all of four stages before your character falls for the first time.

Seungcheol turns the vibrating panties on and you immediately jolt as you try to keep your character upright on screen. “Oh, f-fuck!”

kitty_junjun: uh ohhhh it begins

artist8hao: i don’t think she’s gonna last.. babygirl is so sensitive, she’ll probably cum soon

xcaliburDK: i’m giving it until level 6 before she cums

emerald.tae: oh are we placing bets

“Noooo~ Don’t place bets on me, I’m weak!” You whine; already squirming as the vibrations attack your clit. Seungcheol grins from in front of you as Jeongguk laughs from your side, already on level 7 on his own screen.

You had to admit, it was a little weird for someone else to be in the room with you while Seungcheol basically used a toy on you, but the younger male seemed to not care about it at all. Although, he had already seen most of you and Seungcheol at this point.

Your fingertips are shaky on the keyboard and computer mouse; already fearing the way Seungcheol’s eyes almost become darker the longer you struggle.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Is the game too hard?”

“A-ah, n--no, it’s not that b-bad…” Squirming, you grind down a little harder onto the bed just as your character falls on screen and Seungcheol raises the setting to the second highest in the blink of an eye. “Ngh, fuh---fuck!”

“Uh oh~ Should I slow down to let you catch up?” Jeongguk teases.

“N-no, I can beat y-you!”

The donations and comments pour in as you struggle to keep your calm and get your character to the finish line; letting out a sigh of relief as you finally enter the fifth level. You let out a choked sob as you already feel your panties starting to stick to you like a second skin from how wet you were getting and Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle.

“You know, you’re technically allowed to cum whenever you want. It’ll just… slow you down, is all.” Grinning, he watches as you look beyond the camera towards him as you pout.

“But I--I wanna win!” You cry; palms clammy as you try to rush through the fifth stage, only for your character to fall almost immediately. “Nooo~”

Seungcheol clicks the vibrator to its highest setting and your body goes rigid as the vibrations wreck your body. You start to grind against the toy as you chase your orgasm and forget about the game almost completely. In a perfect world, Seungcheol would have his cock snug between your walls, but instead you clench around emptiness as you crave his cock.

artist8hao: ah shes already cumming lol

seokGENIE: on level 5? Fuck

universe_WZ: her cute lil cunt cant take it, poor babygirl

seokGENIE has donated $50

emerald.tae has donated $75

alphagyu97: cum baby, u kno u wanna

alphagyu97 has donated $75

A small choked whine is all you can manage before you do cum; eyes clamped shut and fingers wrapped tight around the computer mouse as the waves of pleasure crash down onto your body. Donations and comments flood the side of the screen from a combination of your viewers and Jeongguk’s as they watch your face contort in pleasure.

“Ah, sweetheart, you’re really falling behind~ JK is going through the stages so quickly while you’re sitting there cumming~” Seungcheol teases. He licks his lips, simultaneously wishing you were sitting on his cock while you played your game.

That’d have to be for another time, he thinks.

It takes a second for Seungcheol to turn the toy off and your body immediately slumps forward as you catch your breath. “Ngh, d-damn it…” You grimace when you re-adjust yourself and find your panties soaking wet.

“I’m already on level 17, babe. You gotta catch up!”

You can only groan in response, flexing your clammy fingers before you try to focus on your own screen again.

kitty_junjun: oho looks like our princess is focused now

tangerine_kwan: u got this baby

j__min: show ‘em who’s boss, babygirl

You tune out the sounds of the comments and donations as you manage to get yourself to level eight without falling, but level nine proves to be just a little too hard as your character falls and Seungcheol turns the vibrator back on to its lowest setting again.

“Be careful, baby. Wouldn’t want to fall behind again would you?”

Seungcheol feels his cock throbbing in his sweats as he watches you bite your lip. And for the first time all night, he wishes that Jeongguk would just win and go home so that he could have his own private time with you.

“I’m on level 22 already. D’you think she can even catch up?” Jeongguk teases. He spares you a side glance, taking in your form slumped closer to the table as you try to fight the vibrations.

Your body was already extremely sensitive from your first orgasm and you quickly losing your confidence as you struggled to keep your character upright. If you came even just one more time, there was no way that you’d be able to beat Jeongguk with how quickly he was going through the stages.

therealchan99: she’s cumming just as quickly as JK is getting thru the stages hfdsf

gentleman_josh95: shes so cute when she cums tho

angelhan has donated $50

angelhan: thats the real prize angel

“T-thank you…” You whimper out, fingertips twitching against the keyboard and mouse as you focus your attention to the game to the best of your ability. 

You manage to get to level ten with no more issues just as Jeongguk gets to level 25 and you let out an exasperated sigh as your character falls over again. “Uh oh~ I think I’m gonna win!” Jeongguk cheers; giddiness washing over him as he works to get to the end. 

“Nooo~ That’s n-not, ah, fair!” Whining, you grip the mouse tighter as Seungcheol raises the setting on the toy again, watching as you rub your thighs together at the feeling. 

hoshi_tiger_xx: sadly nothings fair in the gaming world babe

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

dtsug__a has donated $50

dtsug__a: cute for thinkin so tho 

“I don’t th--think I can, hah, c-catch up...” You moan. Your character on screen falls over one more time and all you hear is Seungcheol’s small ‘tsk’ under his breath as he sets the vibrator to the highest setting and leaves it there. 

It doesn’t take long before the vibrations prove to be too much for you and you let go of the keyboard and computer mouse as your hands ball up into fists on top of the table. 

The pleasure washes over you in sharp pin pricks; small whines and whimpers falling from your lips as your eyes completely clamp shut. 

Jeongguk lets out a surprised noise at the way the donations and comments almost make the screen lag and for the first time, his character on screen falls over at his split second loss of focus. 

“Ah, fuh--fuck!” You start to squirm once the pleasure starts to bleed into overstimulation and Seungcheol is quick to respond, “You’re gonna cum one more time as punishment for giving up, sweetheart.” 

alphagyu97: ooo she's in troubleeee

gentleman_josh95: ahhh daddy still has to punish you after all 

seokGENIE: damn is this what this channels abt? this is hot 

artist8hao: babygirl always misbehaves

chwenon: she seems to like it too much 😏

dtsug__a: hooooo shit, thats hot 

“It’s n-not my f-fault, hah, JK is j-just good at g-gaming...” You mumble. 

Jeongguk manages to get to level 30 within the time you sit and grind against the toy; small noises of excitement falling from his lips as he cheers for himself!

“Aww, poor baby. Maybe you’ll focus a bit better next time, hmm?” 

You nod frantically as a small tear slips down your cheek and your lips part in a breathy moan. “God, I--I’m c--cumming!” 

Your body locks up, ears ringing as you cum one more time. Seungcheol wishes he could work you through it; hands massaging your skin as you take your pleasure or thrusting his cock into you as he chased his high with you. 

Instead he watches from across you as your body twitches as your face contorts in unadulterated bliss, licking his lips the entire time with images of what could’ve been dancing behind his eyelids. 

Jeongguk watches as the donations far surpass what the two of you made on his channel; brows disappearing into his poofy head of hair. “Wow, uh, y’all seem to really like it when she gets punished, huh?” He mutters under his breath. 

“Don’t you?” Seungcheol teases. 

“Truuuuue.” 

A garbled moan has both of their attention on you as you try to shy away from the toy still vibrating against your overly sensitive clit. “Ah, ‘m too sen--sensitive now...” You cry. 

Seungcheol turns the toy off completely as your chest heaves in deep breaths; pouting at the fact he wasn’t able to enter the camera frame to take care of you. 

Jeongguk grimaces slightly at the way your body sways in tiredness next to him, unsure of what to do next now that he’d won. 

“Haha, um, medic?” 

[brelione]

The Best Boys (Topper,Rafe and Kelce X Reader)

I was thinking that if you add a girl to the mix Rafe,Kelce and Topper are like the pogues....kind of.I kind of just did a flip of things,you know?

Warnings:Mentions of binge eating,anorexia,bulimia.If youre triggered by these topics please do not read.Im not trying to romanticize eating disorders at all,this is just my way of coping with things.

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“You hate horror movies but you’ll watch a show about the fbi?”Topper asked,opening a bag of potato chips.You frowned,sending a glare his way as you pulled your blanket up your body.Rafe chuckled at your sad expression,his arm wrapping around you and pulling you to his side.You pressed the watch button for season one episode one because the boys had never seen criminal minds before.You had watched the series twice already but another time wouldn't hurt anybody.Plus,it was your turn to pick the show of the weekend.Kelce came out of you bathroom,laying on your carpeted floor and grabbing the bowl of m and m’s from the living room table.

You had met Rafe in fourth grade,asking him why his hair was slimy.From then on you two had been close friends.You had met Topper through Rafe because Topper was in the golfing team with Rafe.The blonde boy sat at your lunch table after that,dragging along his friend,Kelce.All of them had a thing for you but you didn't know it.In their eyes you acted more pogue than kook.You were barely even a kook,closer to average than rich.You preferred beaded chokers and bracelets over gold and diamonds,converse over heels and bandanas over nicely made hair pieces.You were a lot like Kiara in those ways except you weren't really friends with pogues.

You knew a handful of them and shared friendly glances and small conversation when you saw them around but you weren't close to them like she was.You took better to the kooks,well,some kooks.If you hadnt met Rafe when you were children you would never even speak to him now.The three of them were anything but humble,always showing off their wealth in clothes and expensive cars.They started fights with pogues and gave them dirty looks,never even considering talking to them.They’d behave for you though.

They’d pretty much do anything for you.Rafe wouldn't do drugs in your home or anywhere around you,Kelce wouldn't cuss at all and Topper wouldnt drink.You four had weekends at your house when your mother left to go to New York to ruin peoples lives and make money.You would all stay in your house to binge watch a series and eat pure sugar and carbs.You had slowly started to get back into the snacking after refusing it for over a year.You had gone through a large patch of pure shit during sophomore year.You began binge eating only to end up barely eating at all.Topper had noticed the jurassic change in your clothing,the clothes becoming baggier and your body becoming larger.

It wasn't your weight gain that had concerned him,it was the fact that your glow was gone.You would barely talk in the group chat where you had previously typed endlessly to tell them the morning news and ask how their days had been.You would be hesitant to eat your lunch,eating it all to quickly and then stare down at your empty tray.He had been hanging out with you at your house when your mother had left for a sudden business trip and you didn't want to be home alone.He opened your fridge for a soda,seeing most of the food was missing.

The jar of hot fudge had been pretty much scraped for any sticky chocolate left,all the yogurts had been eaten and even the bowl of tomatoes from your garden that had always been there.You didn't even like tomatoes.He looked in your trash can to see that it was half full of empty containers,wrappers and empty bags of chocolate chips.His eyebrows furrowed,walking into the living room where you were sitting on the couch.

 “Hey,are you okay?”He had asked.Three months later you had dropped the weight,becoming smaller than you had been before.You hadnt gotten your glow back,if anything you got worse.Your hair was thinner and you barely smiled,trying to shut your friends out.Rafe had come to understand what was happening,trying to find out what was wrong with you. “Hey,chip,are you sick?”He asked,using your nickname.You sipped your tea,frowning in disgust of the taste. “No.”You answered.He came around the counter,placing his hands on either side of you and trapping you there.

 “Did something bad happen?”He asked.You glared up at the blue eyed boy,shaking your head.He sighed,shaking his head. “I think you have a problem.”He told you,touching your arm lightly.Your heart dropped,realising what he was getting at.You had spent nights crying,looking at yourself in the mirror and stepping on the scale at least three times a day.You knew that you had a problem but you would rather drop dead than actually admit it to someone.Much less one of your best friends.You shook your head. “No,no I dont.Im fine.”You grinned but there was no happiness there.He shook his head,making you look up at him. 

“You’re hurting yourself,(Y/N).You are sick you just cant admit it to yourself.Do you understand?”He asked.Tears pricked at your eyes,sniffling as you avoided his gaze.He didn't say anything more,wrapping his arms around you as you sobbed into his chest and kept apologizing.

You had tried getting better.You tried for your friends,knowing you were hurting them.You couldn't tell your mom or go to a doctor.You wouldn't let anyone else find out.You knew for a fact that Rafe had told Topper and Kelce about his concerns already.Kelce would face time you before bed,asking you what you had eaten that day.Something about telling them that you hadnt eaten made you happy.Something about the number going down and the feeling of hunger in your stomach brought you joy.Your clothes that had once been tight now hung from your body and even your bracelets were too loose for your wrists.You were not happy though.You wanted to be smaller.

You wanted to be so small that you were nothing,that you couldn't stand properly and that you could see all your bones.But in your mind not even that would make you skinny enough.It wasn't until Kelce’s 16th birthday that you realized just how bad you had become.You four had a birthday system.You’d all do a little get together at the birthday boy’s house to have cake and give gifts and usually the week after would be the big party.You had gone to Kelce’s,heart beating quickly and your hands becoming shaky as you thought about how much food you’d have to eat.You opened his front door,his gift in a neon pink paper bag by your side.You closed the door behind you,hearing the boys from the kitchen.

 “Wow,you were really late to my birthday.”Kelce grinned,pulling you into a hug.You laughed,hugging the boy back. “Sorry,had to wrap this bitch up.”You held up the bag.He kissed the top of your head lightly,letting you put the bag down and greet your other two friends.When you went into the kitchen Kelce began slicing the chocolate cake,putting it onto plates.He had never been a fan of the candle tradition after Topper nearly caught his hair on fire.He put a particularly large slice on your plate,pushing it towards you.The boys were sitting around the table,sending you glances to watch if you were eating.They gave you a big slice.They were trying to sabotage you.They were trying to make you gain weight.

They were trying to ruin any progress you had made.How could they?You stared down at the plate in frustration,feeling Rafe’s hand on your knee.You got up,your chair falling to the ground as you went to the bathroom quickly,locking the door and kneeling in front of the toilet.Kelce had quickly followed,standing outside the door and calling your name.You stuck fingers down your throat desperately,trying to get something to come up just to make you feel better.Your other hand clenched the toilet seat,sniffling as a bad taste filled your mouth before brown liquid spilled past your tongue and lips.

You gasped for air before reaching the fingers back,knowing you had more than that in you.The door opened quickly thanks to Rafe sticking a screwdriver in the keyhole,seeing you with your fingers down your throat and spit running down your chin.He ran across the tile,pulling your hand from your mouth and holding you close.You squirmed,scared out of your mind.What would they think of you now? “I’ve got you,(Y/N).I've got you…”Rafe whispered to you,running a hand through your hair.Kelce had kneeled down in front of you,taking a towel to wipe vomit from your face. “You’ll get better,princess.”He promised.He had kept the promise,helping you along the way.Topper had gotten you to eat little things at first.

He had taken away your scale,having Kelce destroy it with a hammer.He had made meal plans,telling you exactly how many calories you’d be eating and trying to figure out which foods caused your urges to binge or purge.Rafe had bought you some new clothes that looked nice on you to help with your body image issues,trying his best to make you feel more comfortable in your own skin.Kelce had taken in the job of prep talking,getting you to shower properly and take vitamins everyday.He never failed to tell you how proud he was of you and how great you were doing,how happy you were making him by taking vitamins and eating.Over the course of three years you had gotten better.

There was still that little voice in the back of your head but physically you had healed quite well.Your hair had grown back,you weren't so cold all the time and you weren't so dizzy.Sometimes you felt guilty after eating a meal but the boys were always there to tell you how perfect you were and how wonderful you looked now that you were at a healthy weight.They had been so happy when you joined them in eating candy and french fries during the weekend binge watches.You had finally convinced them to watch your favorite show with you.Criminal minds.You giggled to yourself,shushing them of their silence.Kelce looked up at you with furrowed eyebrows,declaring that he hadnt said anything.

 “Shut up,Kelce!My husbands about to be on!”You shouted,pointing back at the television.Topper’s eyebrows furrowed as you stood up on your couch and out of Rafe’s grip,jumping up and down and squealing. “LOOK AT HIM!”You exclaimed,pointing to the awkward spaghetti noodle that was Spencer Reid.Topper burst into laughter while Rafe frowned. “Thats him?Really?”He seemed unimpressed.You had talked about your husband,Spencer Reid,for the past three years.But this dude wasn't what Rafe had been expecting. 

“HEY!THATS THE GUY FROM Z NATION!”Kelce pointed at the guy who had played Citizen Z,the antagonist of this episode.You sat back down,getting comfortable in Rafe’s arms and eating a handful of skittles. “He’s an actor,Kelce.”You rolled your eyes.Somewhere between episode three and four you had fallen asleep against Rafe’s chest.Kelce had sat on the arm of the couch,too afraid to sit on the floor.When you woke up in the morning Rafe’s arms hadnt shifted,still around your waist tight.Topper’s head had somehow ended up on your ass,his arms wrapped around your thighs as if they were a comfy pillow.Kelce had fallen asleep curled in a ball in the corner of the couch,a pillow between his arms.

You drifted back asleep after turning off the tv,readjusting yourself on Rafe’s chest.In your empty sleep you had felt the warm weight of Topper leave your bottom torso only to be replaced by a blanket.Your arms tightened around something that wasnt Rafe but instead a cold pillow.You sniffed the air,the smell of salt and coffee filling your nostrils.You blinked a couple of times,sitting up properly.The tv was playing this morning’s episodes of Spongebob Squarepants.You stood up slowly,yawning and stumbling to the kitchen.

The boys were cooking up a feast,preparing for day two of binge watching.Kelce grinned at you,setting down a coffee creation.Hot fudge,werthers caramel candies,half whole milk and half italian brew coffee all put together with ice and a bendy straw.You thanked your friend,sipping the drink tiredly.Rafe grinned,placing the (Y/F/C) plate of eggs the way you liked them cooked,ham and toast. “Morning,chip.”he smiled,kissing your forehead lightly.

You thanked him,only half awake as you cut up the ham. “Why Spencer?”Topper asked,taking in a large gulp of orange juice.You shrugged,a smile on your face as you took a bit of ham and eggs. “He’s adorable and hes smart and he’s funny.What’s there not to like?”You asked.Kelce laughed. “The man is a spaghetti noodle.Don't you want someone like Derek?”He asked.You shook your head,biting your toast. “Can we talk later?I don't want my toast to untoast.”You told him,enjoying the sound of the crunch.Kelce grinned,sipping his hot fudge,heavy cream coffee shake. “Of course,of course.God forbid the toast untoast.”He smiled.

“So what do you guys think of the show so far?”You asked curiously.Criminal Minds had always been your favorite show.Rafe had called you once while you were rewatching it and you had scolded him for twenty minutes because you swore to god that you had texted the group chat no to bother you.What Rafe didnt realise was that the show was literally about the minds of criminals.He realised that that’s probably where you learned how to read people so well and how you always knew when someone was sad.It also made him worry that maybe you knew about his crush on you if he hadnt made it obvious enough.He felt jealousy deep in his soul at the way you spoke so fondly of Spencer Reid,the way you’d smile and your eyes would twinkle when ever the man came on screen.You could only hope that one day you’d look at him with the same love in your eyes.

You brought your coffee into the living room,turning netflix back on.Rafe was typing away at his phone,earning a small smack on the arm. “Rafe,I didn't do this to you when we watched Ever After High.”You pouted.He smiled,showing you what he was looking for.He was on tiktok,hunting for Spencer Reid edits for you to enjoy.You kissed the boy’s cheek,letting him know you had already seen them all.You sat back to enjoy another episode of Criminal Minds,stabbing at the candy in the bottom of your cup.

 “Am I the only one uncomfortable about JJ?”Kelce asked,pointing to the blonde woman.You giggled,watching as Topper nodded. “They’re both blonde with blue eyes too,it only gets creepier.”He shook his head.You turned to look at him,a big shit eating grin on your face. “Bottom,sweetie,you're blonde with blue eyes too.”You reminded him,ruffling his blonde locks.He rolled his eyes at the sound of your teasing nickname that he had gotten after you walked in on one of his hookups.

It was ironic that he had been given the name Topper seeing as though he was the most bottom a bottom could be.He wasnt even a power bottom,just a squishy marshmallow bottom.He didnt give off bottom energy but with a name like that it was pretty much challenging fate.

He had been embarrassed,never wanting you to see him with another girl.In his god complex mind he was convinced every girl loved him,including you.Either that or he just wanted you to love him.In his mental defense he had imagined that she was you.He mentally cursed,wondering if he had made your insecurities worse.If anything it made you happier now that you had a new thing to tease him with,being able to throw out your old line that teased him about dying his hair green in seventh grade.He really just wanted someone to love him.He really just wanted you to love him in a different way than you did.

It didn't matter though,you were happy with the platonic relationship and he couldn't ruin that.He could never go after you anyways,though.Kelce liked you so he would be breaking bro code and unfortunately Kelce couldn't do anything because he knew that Rafe liked you and Rafe couldn't do anything because Topper liked you.It all sucked but in the end you could do whatever you wanted.You hadnt made a move on any of them which meant you didn't want any of them.But they were okay with that,they still got to be your best boys.

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( Coco Cruz x Reader )

a/n : this is how i cope, don’t mind me, i’m just breaking my own heart.

trigger warnings : none i don’t think? except heart break, sadness. ends happy tho. i think. maybe.

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They say that, if you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it was meant to be, if it doesn’t? well you just couldn’t accept that. You’d poured every ounce of yourself into him, you’d told him all your fears, all your pet peeves, all your insecurities, because you trusted him. You’d accepted all his weird quirks, all the strange habits he had that you looked past, youd accepted him for who he was, as you do when you love someone as much as you loved him. You supported him, mentally and physically, from up close and from far away. You encouraged him, reminded him of little things he easily forgot, you told him every day how proud you were of him, how loved and appreciated he was.

He used to do the same for you, used to. But at some point, he began holding back, he stopped doing things he started doing to win you over. You used to have a list of pet names hed call you when he babied you, now it was just ‘baby’ if he was in a good mood, or [Y/N]. You noticed it as soon as it started, you noticed everything. You knew he was stressed so you didn’t want to push it, but you also know that “stressed” was a norm for Coco, so you couldn’t wrap your head around it entirely. He started coming home later, crashing on the couch in hopes of “not disturbing your sleep.” it sounded like an excuse to you, and it hurt. it really fucking hurt you.

At some point, you’d had enough of your boyfriend distancing himself like that, ignoring your feelings, ditching you when you needed him, you couldn’t live that way, you wouldn’t. So, when he came home, you’d waited up for him, sitting at the small kitchen table you both used to enjoy your breakfast on every Sunday, now it stood empty, with nothing but a stack of newspapers from the passing weeks piled on it. With a bit of liquid courage crashing against the rocks of ice as you swirled the brown liquid around in the cup, your eyes felt red with fire, and your cheeks were stained with few dried tears that rolled down your face as your mind came up with the worst possible results you could imagine, all to which, came true. With a jingle of his keys in the lock, you straightened your posture, looking at him.

“What’re you doing up?” he asked her, that same vacant look on his face.

“I wanted to talk”

“it can wait till morning.”

“it really can’t.” with that, she was met with utter annoyance, and an obnoxious scoff that made her blood boil.

“go on then.”

“you’ve distanced yourself, so hard. I barely see you. We don’t sleep in the same bed, I can’t remember the last time you touched me, hell, even looked at me like you used to. What’d I do?” that was your go to, blaming yourself. It’s how you dealt with the unexplained.

“Get off my ass, [Y/N].” He dismissed you, you watched as he pulled off his kutte, and settled into the couch. You kept your eyes on him, murder on your mind. God he irritated you, you wanted to take his neck between your hands and wring it. Maybe that’d breathe some sense into him, if you deprived him of oxygen a little. But you didn’t need another felony charge, you inhaled deeply, balling your fists, the sting of your nails digging into the palm of your hand bringing you back from picturing all the ways you’d brutally murder him, out of love, of course.

If you loved someone... you’d refrain from strangling them, you turned from the spot you stood, and headed into the bedroom. You did the breathing exercises your therapist had taught you, but they worked only slightly. You grabbed a duffel bag, and started shoving clothing into it, as much as you could, you pushed all the belongings you’d need the next few days, and zipped it up. Pulling on a hoodie, you tossed the bag over your shoulder, and headed out. You walked passed him without a word, when you went to grab your car keys, you did the only petty thing you’d let yourself, trying to be the better person, you hid every single key to everything you had, knowing how easily he lost keys, you’d help him, in your own favour, however.

You left, and you didn’t look back. You couldn’t. The mere thought of Coco made you tear up, and it didn’t help that every tiny thing made you think about the lost love that still caused your chest to feel like it was about to concave. This wasn’t natural, you hadn’t felt like this, you were the queen of bottling up emotions, and ignoring them so you didn’t feel the pain of anything. But as you lived and breathed, everything reminded you of him.

You were in the middle of a girls lunch date, it’d been weeks since your seen your girlfriends since you’ve been trying to isolate yourself trying to get over this man, in the midst of drinking mimosas on the balcony of one of those entirely too fancy restaurants, you were laughing at highschool memories of your best friend who would start fights in the halls because she was bored, it was then, when a roar of motorcycles sped past where you were sitting, and it threw you into a whirl wind of emotions.

“make sure you hold on tight, mamas. Wouldnt want you to fall off.” the smirk heard in Coco’s voice sent a chill down your spine, being too intimidated by any sort of physical contact, usually, you usually ease yourself into it, but with Coco? It was brash and sudden, he started the bike, and gave you maybe a millisecond to grab a hold on him.

A little squeal forced its way out of your mouth as you quickly grabbed onto him, gripping onto your own hands, clinging to him. You buried your face in his shoulder. You felt him chuckle, and wanted to knock him out right then and there, but perhaps that wasn’t the best idea. It took you a moment, but once you opened your eyes, and watched as buildings, cars, people, hills and piles of dirt passed you by, trees whipping by. You felt yourself calm, you felt at peace. The wind flipped through your locks of hair, his scent filling your senses.

“This isn’t that bad.” you heard yourself admit in a soft mumble, you shut your eyes and felt the wind attack your face, balancing your inner battles with yourself. You felt peace in Coco, he tamed your chaos, and you his. God, what you’d give to feel like this all the time, but you only felt it with him.

You felt your throat burn, your bottom lip lodged itself between your teeth, and you did your best to fight the rage that tinged your eyes with tears. Your friends saw this, noticing immediately, the emotion that washed over your face, paling your features and dimming a smile that brought them laughter that lasted for days. You’d always been the group clown, with the loudest laugh, the brightest smiles, you were the one they’d all turn to when they couldn’t hold themselves up. You were a force to be reckoned with, you fought their battles when they couldn’t even hold themselves up. You never failed to show up with booze and ice cream to heal broken hearts. You brought things that made you think of friends, you remembered the finest details and came through every time. You listened to the quietest ones, heard every story, laughed at the lamest jokes. Seeing you with tears streaming involuntarily down your face as you tried to hide it, wiping them as fast as they came, it broke their collective hearts. They looked at one another, an unspoken question “how do you skip to the part of the storm that sprouts the flowers when the rain stops?”

Your relationship with sleep was toxic, it came and went as it pleased, your eyes were sunken, it was three A.M. and you felt your thoughts running through your mind a million miles a minute. Your head in your hands as another memory floated to the surface.

Panic overwhelmed you, hearing something, or someone, rustling around the kitchen, you grabbed the gun you kept tucked under your mattress. You cocked it, and took the safety off, holding it out in front of you in a defensive position. You opened your creaking door, the noise working at your nerves as you creeped into the kitchen where the only thing that illuminated the dark room was the bulb from the old white fridge. You watched silently as the head ducked from inside the fridge, you found it peculiar, but all you saw was a figure in your home you didn’t know. Getting closer, you held the barrel of the gun to the head of the man that stood in your kitchen.

“Hands up, Foo. Before I blow your brains all over my backsplash.” You threatened, your voice tense, and you were met with laughter that was all too familiar. Furrowing your brows, you were still panicked, not thinking straight. You shifted the gun so the bullet that was about to fly, only ripped through his hair. The shot rang loud, causing Coco, who you didn’t know was Coco, to crash to the ground.

“Crazy bitch!” he shouted, you flicked on the light, still having the gun pointed at him. Your eyes widened quickly, the man on your floor was Coco, and now there was a bullet lodged into your ceiling. You could kiss your security deposit goodbye, fuck, and you just shot at Coco. You put the safety back on, and set it on your counter before going to help him. A few minutes passed before both of you sat in fits of laughter, him mocking your voice, your words.

Coco told you so many times that the night you nearly shot him in the head, was the night he fell for you entirely. Sure, he’d known you were the one way before that. That night, though, he knew he was in love with you. That night he swore he’d break past your barriers, he’d demolish how you saw yourself, he taught you to love you, he made you promises to show you love like no other, and to show you that you didn’t have to be afraid of either physical and emotional aspects of love. He did do exactly that, but then ripped it away from her. Leaving her heart with him, and her chest feeling heavy with nothing. Once again tears were brought to your eyes, you were thankful for his love, but without it? you wished you’d never had experienced it in the first place. Maybe you wouldn’t be hurting now.

You were brought out of your train of thought by the knocking on your door, furrowing your brows, you got up from your spot on the counter, where you were thinking of better times, you looked through the peephole and it felt like someone took a vacuum to your weak lungs. Coco. Struggling to breathe proper, you just intended on ignoring him, it was the first time in months youd seen him and you didn’t know if you could handle it. Your heart screamed at you to let him in, he looked beat up, tired, and one of his eyes was bandaged up, he looked broken. you wanted to embrace him, forget the distance, but your mind scolded you, reminding you of the progress youd made, bouncing back from the pain oh so slowly. This could set it all back. So you decided, you wouldn’t open the door. He’s a big boy. You silently turn on your heel, away from the door.

“I’m sorry.” you heard him rasp, and you froze in your spot, a deer caught in headlights. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. “I know you’re there, I know you’re awake and I know you know it’s me. You have your kitchen light on, so I saw you stand on your toes to look through the peephole because you’re too short.” you cursed his observant ways, how well he knew you, like he had quirk notes tattooed on the back of his hand and read them like a bible. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice when you left, that I was too deep in my own world to see how me fading away for my own selfish needs was hurting you. I’m sorry I made it seem like I didn’t care, that it hurt you, I’m sorry that I made promises and broke them. I started thinking about things I never knew I wanted until you marched your stubborn self in my life and gave me a taste of a love that changed me. It scared the fuck out of me.”

That familiar burn of emotion lit up your head, and singed your chest. You let his words sink in, you couldn’t speak, not yet. Squeezing shut your eyes, you turned back to the door, setting your hand on the knob. You felt the door shift, like he’d gotten up from leaning his head against the poorly tinted wood. He got it, you could feel him prepare to walk away. If you love something, let it go. But Coco came back. He came back. You unlocked it, and turned the knob. Looking at him through sore eyes. “Running when you’re scared isn’t an option for me.” you said, defeat obvious in your voice. He stopped, turned to you and closed in quick. You pushed his hands away. “You can’t - You can’t just show me, tell me, and hold it to me that i shouldn’t shut you out, and i should trust you, and i should turn to you before anyone and anything else only to turn around and do that to me. You can’t do that and come running back.” you practically yelled at him, your voice shaking and raw.

“I know, I know I’m sorry.” he said, his hands dropping to his sides when you reached forward and yanked him in with all your might. The gesture was aggressive, sure. But pure.

“i’m sorry too.” you muttered, embracing him tightly.

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Old comforts

Mystery was sleeping, and the clock was edging on four am at this point. Despite this, no one else was ready to fall asleep- except Arthur, but his adrenaline was too intense that he wouldn’t be able to sleep even if he wanted to.

Lest of all, Lewis was not ready to fall asleep. After being fueled on a rampage that involved stealing a truck, throwing Arthur to his ‘death’, only to be sent on a whirlwind of concern, doubt, and rejuvenated something that Lewis couldn’t yet place, the last thing Lewis could do was sleep. Even more so since they were all in Arthurs home, crowded in the living room in front of the television. Lewis shifts uncomfortably on his end of the couch. Hands clasped around his knee, he kept his gaze away from everyone if he could help it.

And that obvious stress just wouldnt be tolerated.

Vivi was taking a slow sip of her tea when there’s a tap on her shoulder. Arthur- down an arm since he finally took it off- looks at her with guilt before nodding his head toward Lewis. Whispering, “hey, do you mind helping me grab a few things?”

Vivi wanted to ask why, but when Arthur pointed his head at the skull again she took the hint. The two of them shuffle out of the room and out of sight.

Although Lewis did notice them leave together. Stomach churning, Lewis’s eyes drop to his lap, and he squeezes his biceps while his thoughts jump to the worst. Although each accusing thought was casted away in doubt of it being true, the mere thought of Vivi’s hands clasping Arthur’s shoulders and leaning in for a kiss felt like poison.

Lewis shudders, squeezing his eyes shut. No, that’s probably not what’s happening. They may just be getting blankets. Vivi may have decided to sleep in the living-room and they’ll get a moment to talk.

“C-careful.” Lewis jumps at Arthurs voice, and he turns to find him and Vivi clumsily coming down the hall. Boxes in their hands?

Vivi has a mat tucked against her hip and a large box perched on her shoulder. Behind her, Arthur awkwardly balances a box in his one arm in front of him.

“I’m trying!” Vivi shoots back at him, pouting before skipping quicker. “If anything, you need the help.”

“Oh zip it.” Arthur says, glaring with partial annoyance at her, that is until his eyes meet Lewis’s, and his expression softens. “H-hey, Lewis. I hope you don’t mind but...”

Vivi plops her box down on the couch arm, tossing the mat to the ground with total disregard before tearing the tape off her giant box. Arthur makes an inaudible noise of disapproval, but it’s too late, the box is open and purples, blues and oranges pop out from the tight constraints of the box.

Baffled, Lewis tries to lean close enough to see what it was, but Vivi whisks the box up in the next moment shes behind Lewis.

A rain of plush and soft falls down over his head and a spills into his lap. He can’t help but flinch as something large but lightweight hits the back of his head and falls to the wayside. Lewis shoulders hike, but he makes no move to stop her as she shakes the box out and even smaller items bounce off his head.

Only when it stop did Vivi make a satisfied grunt, tossing the box elsewhere.

Arthurs annoyed huff is what alerts Lewis to finally open his eyes. “Good job, Vivi, now half of them are on the floor.”

Blinking in befuddlement, Lewis stares at his surroundings in shock.

It was plushies, his plushies. Large unicorns, mini cats, beanie babies and crudely hand stitched bell peppers. Bright blues contrast light yellows and deep reds. A faint smell of detergent wafts off them, mixing with the more common cinnamon and lavender. Like Arthur said, a lot of the larger and more worn stuffies laid on the floor, being whisked up and tucked into his lap by Vivi whist Arthur tossed one onto his lap to escape the path of the unrolling mat.

Lewis’s arms are still raised in alarm, his eyes wide. ”What... is this?” he finally tries, tearing his gaze from his special unicorn that he won at a fair to Vivi’s wide grin.

She pats his shoulder fondly. “Artie had some of your old sleeping buddies. Said it would be good for you to have them again now that you’re back.”

Arthur coughs and clears his throat, bashfully looking to the wayside. “I-... yeah, that’s the jist of it.”

Pressing his thumb into one of the fluffy cats, Lewis holds it up and stares at it’s closed eyes. ”How did you get this?”

Conflicted, Arthur tightens his lips before moving onto his rump and palming the back of his neck. “I asked mami y papi if I could hold onto them, so that way they ... wouldn’t give it to your sisters. I ...” he pauses, the next words stuck on his throat, “...I wanted to have it ready for you when you got back.”

”Oh.” It was clear that it wasn’t the whole truth, Lewis was always able to tell, but he disregards it in favor of scooping another bundle of animals against his chest. Slowly, slowly pulling them all into a hug. Bringing his knees up, Lewis buries his face into the plushy mass. His eyes begin to moisten, vision blurring, and Lewis feels his body shudder and chuckle as he squeezes his eyes shut.

Vivi pats his shoulder again, her palm lingering there. “I think he loves it, Art.” Her voice is soft and filled with warmth, which in turn blooms in Lewis’s chest. He squeezes tighter.

Arthur says nothing, but he breaths out a happy laugh. “Good. I’m happy for you, Lew. I also got your blanket-“ Arthur hefts something large and heavy up from his own box. Vivi’s hand leaves him, but the heavy and warm, plush material brushes against Lewis’s back and Lewis feels warm tears slide past his closed eyes, biting back the small noise in his throat.

The blanket is tucked all around him, and Lewis finally lifts his head.

Vivi and Arthur are both smiling at him, gentle and warm.

What did he do to deserve them? he wants to ask.

Instead- ”T-thank you... thank you, guys...”

They lean in before he can react, and the hug has tears spilling from Lewis’s eyes.

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Imagine if morgana had a couple of days where her magic just went mad and merlin, Arthur and gwen had to cover for her.

Morgana woke up with a start. She had just had the most disturbing dream that her magic had gone completely out of control. Oh well, it was just a dream. She glanced round the room and gasped. Everything was floating! All the furniture, even the bed, was floating in midair. She shouted for merlin inside her head. He came racing in a few seconds later. He had no idea what was going on, and no idea how to put it right. He suggested that she just relax, and see if everything would go back to normal. To this she replied that how could she be calm, she seemed to of reversed the gravitational pull in her chambers! At least it was only her chambers, and not everywhere else, speculated merlin. Merlin at last managed to bring the objects back to the ground. Morgana breathed a sigh of relief. Then she heard footsteps. Arthur had heard someone entering morgana's chambers and was worried that something may of happened too her. Merlin just stood there, not seeming to hear a thing. Arthur burst into the room. He asked merlin what he was doing in Morgana's chambers this early in the morning. Merlin replied without thinking that he thought he heard her yell out. Arthur looked over at morgana, who was pretending to sleep. Maybe she did, he said, she sometimes spoke in her sleep. Arthur grabbed Merlin's wrist and tried to drag him from the room. Morgana panicked and shouted his name aloud this time. What if he left and things started to float again? Arthur immediately let go of merlin. He had tangled with tired morgana before and it was not an experience he wanted to repeat. He looked and morgana was now sat bolt upright, looking perhaps the palest he had ever seen her. He decided that he just didnt want to know and walked off down the corridor. Morgana asked merlin what she should do. Merlin told her that she should probably just wait and see what happened. Keep close to him. Maybe spend the day with arthur or something, that way merlin could always be close by. Morgana told him that was a good idea. Besides, if she wanted to accidentally set anyone on fire, it would be arthur. Merlin waited outside morgana's door for her to get ready, before she followed him to Arthur's chambers. Arthur had no idea why morgana was being so clingy with him and his servant all of a sudden. Maybe it was a dream or something. Yeah. That was probably it. He would go along with it until she dropped it. He had a councel meeting first thing and uther was very surprised as to why morgana insisted on being there. Merlin noticed a noise like a clanging coming from over by the door. Two swords were fighting each other and morgana was watching them, transfixed. Thankfully, uther and the councel had their backs too it, but there was still plenty enough noise for it to be noticed. Merlin tried to signal to morgana that something was wrong. She caught his eye and realised what she was doing. She went rigid and her eyes narrowed with fear. What if someone noticed. She couldnt put them down. Merlin was trying but there wasnt much he could do without giving away his secret. He was no help to either of them dead. Arthur had noticed Morgana's tension. Suddenly the swords dropped and Morgana's breath hitched. Arthur sensed this too. Merlin caught them both before they could make any noise. Morgana now sat still and unmoving, barely even breathing. Arthur was now very concerned. He got up to leave to try and figure things out. He motioned for merlin to follow him. Morgana came too. Arthur stopped dead in the hallway. He wanted to know what was wrong with morgana. Whether she was unwell or whether there was something weirder going on. Just then a small cloud began to form over Arthur's head. It began to hail, of all things. Arthur began to shout, but then he put it together. Morgana was causing this. Merlin and morgana both hesitantly filled in the gaps. She pleaded for him not to tell uther. Arthur was more surprised then anything else. Surprised as to how morgana had kept this from him. Surprised at how well she had hidden it. She asked him if he thought she was evil.

She was taken aback when he actually laughter. No, or course she wasnt evil! Frightning, definitely, but not evil. Morgana sighed with relief at her brothers easy acceptance of her. Then arthur suddenly stopped laughing. How would she hide this from uther? She had no idea. They would just have to go about their day, and try to stop anything going too wrong. They heard a cough behind them. It was Morgana's servant, gwen. Merlin, morgana and arthur all talked over one another trying to explain themselves. Gwen smiled and told them she had known for a while. After all, who was it morgana usually shouted for after a nightmare. Gwen had heard all about this with Morgana's sleep talking as well. Arthur suggested they take this conversation to his chambers where they wouldnt be overheard. In Arthur's chambers, they talked deeper about Morgana's magic. Whilst they were discussing, merlin casually used his magic to conjure a light. Arthur jumped out of his skin when he saw his servants eyes glow gold. He eventually got over it, and silently wondered how he hadn't noticed anything before. Arthur had a practise with the knights in the afternoon, so merlin would also have to be there. Morgana decided that she would join them. Once in the practise yard, morgana put on a helmet and grabbed a sword. Of course she couldnt resist the chance to beat arthur in a match. Arthur rolled his eyes and laughed at first. He told her that this was a bad idea. She then retaliated, saying he was only scared because he knew she would beat him. All the knights had gathered round them. Morgana attacked first, slashing at his chest and making a direct hit. He went for her legs, trying to knock her over. She deflected his blows and made seven connecting blows consecutively. A few minutes later she had him on his back, with a sword at his throat. Uther parted the crowds to see what was going on. Who was this knight strong enough to beat his son, he asked. Morgana removed her helmet to grin at him smugly. Uther laughed and said he should of known. Morgana helped arthur to his feet and smiled at him. Arthur was glaring at her. She thought it was just because she beat him, but no. He had spotted her eyes glowing. Something was about to happen. Arthur's boots began to move. On their own. They were trying to trip him up. He fought to stay balanced and hide this. Morgana was halfway between horrified and amused. Arthur was definitely the latter of the two. Merlin was watching and laughing in the background. Arthur was trying to control his boots, and his father was trying to hold back laughter. Morgana hit him in the back of the knees. He fell down, and the boots went limp. Uther told morgana that is wasnt nice to do that, but it was hardly sincere as he was laughing. Arthur lay on the ground groaning. The crowd had nearly dispersed, except for sir leon who was still smiling at arthur on the ground.

I may or may not do a part 2, or like morgana magic mishaps the series or something. That would depend.

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The Rose Prince (Pt.1)

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There were two things Roman trusted in the twisted puppet show that was his life, two things he knew werent a fabricated stage of wired and strings. His brother Remus, and his own gut.

Remus was trustworthy because he was unpredictable, everything else in the castle was a code that could be cracked, a machine that could be exploited and forced into malfunction if dealt with properly.

Remus, however, was human. You could ask him for something and maybe he would give it to you, or spit in your face, the possibilities were endless. And that's what Roman liked about it all, about the uncertainty, the changes and shifts, it meant that things wouldnt stay dull and stale and boring.

Whereas if Remus hadnt been there, all Roman would be left with was the painfully obvious whirring of cogs and gears, the blinking red lights of cameras that broadcasted the prince's every move for all the world to see, stale conversations with machines who, despite Remus' best efforts, still seemed to slip up when referring to him correctly.

This was life for the Kingdom of Roses and Ice, princes and princesses were not to be raised around other people, for fear it might corrupt them. They were to be sent to a separate castle of strings and wires, and taught there how to be the perfect stone-faced statues, the picture of grace and nobility. The perfect bride and wife, or groom and husband, and the perfect king and ruler. The process lasted until they were eighteen, where upon its end they would be married off to the husband or wife of their parents choosing, or, should they fail in the task of perfection, risk being trapped under lock and gear forever.

Roman often wondered just how many of the castle's enchanted servants were once like him, regal, special, important. He wondered what they might have done to warrant such a curse, and if he'd already done the same thing.

But he worried no more for himself than he did for Remus, Remus was uncontrollable, a wild card if there ever had been and wild cards were not tolerated in the seat of the throne room.

He wondered if there had ever been royalty who tried to keep their children in the main castle, were they sent to die here to? Perhaps forced to bare another curse? This was Roman's least favorite topic to ponder, because then he started wondering if his parents had ever tried to rebel, whether they had tried to keep their children within the true castle, safe from the curse that would befall them should they fail in the task of perfection.

"Romaaaannnnnnn," Remus' voice drawled from nearby, but Roman couldn't quite focus on it.

"Hey snot-face I'm talking to you," and then he felt a sharp tap on the back of the head.

"Ow! Remus!" Roman whirled around in his seat, holding the spot which Remus had hit.

"You're thinking again, I was getting worried," Remus said with a laugh.

"Well what did you have to go and snap me out of it for!" Roman replied angrily.

"Because when you start thinking you usually reach the topic of mom and mom and then you start crying and I really dont think crying is a good way to spend our last day in this hellhole," Remus replied, Roman gave a start and rushed to the calendar.

And sure enough, there it was, June Fourth.

Remus could have gotten out two years earlier, but, in his words 'like hell I'm going to let Roman stay here by himself, you'll have to kill me first,'. Which did in fact not make Roman feel any better, but rather much worse, who knew what an open act of rebellion might mean.

"Well I guess I better get dressed then hm?" Roman said, almost whispering, as though he dared not believe it was truly time to leave, as though he thought they might stay in the false castle forever.

But soon enough they were standing on the steps of the true palace, a grandiose structure that looked as if it were made of snow and glass and ice. Roman smoothed down the hem of his skirt and straightened his back up as best he could, his binder felt tight around his chest, he wondered whether it was nerves or something else.

"You may enter the Palace of Frozen Rose," a voice said as the doors opened, Roman felt his stomach twisting like a worm on a hook. He looked up at Remus, who merely nodded as they walked inside.

If the outside was anything to marvel at, the inside was almost twice that. Statues of all sorts lined the walls, like larger than life music box dancers. The floors glistened with light reflected from the outside, creating a variety of colors across the floor.

But Roman couldnt focus on that now, he had to keep his head forward, poised on what was in front of him, gaze never lingering elsewhere, that was what made an obedient ruler.

"Good morning, Prince Roman, and Crown Prince Remus," Roman had to hold back a sigh of relief as his mother uttered the words. They'd passed, Remus was to be a a Crown Prince, the future king, and Roman was safe, all he had to do now was marry, and he'd be happy again.

"Good morning Queen Elizabeth and Queen Belladonna," Roman and Remus said in unison, Roman's voice carrying much louder than his brother's. Roman couldve sworn he saw the hint of a smile on his mothers' faces.

Almost as soon as the introductions began, the twins were shepherded to separate parts of the castle, no doubt to prepare themselves for the men selected by their mothers'.

Moments later Roman was dressed in a white sweater that hung off his shoulders, a red hoodie wrapped around his waist, skinny jeans, and white boots. Upon his face was glittering white eyeshadow and lipstick red as blood, and just like that he felt as though he'd never left the false castle, as though he was a puppet like those that had taken care of him for eighteen years. Of course,he didnt voice this, that wouldve been a foolish decision. So he did as told, walking down the hall, smiling and waving and watching as the ballroom inched closer and closer.

Roman felt the spotlight on himself as soon as he entered the room, like a bright sun meant just to reveal himself to the world.

"The Rose Prince has arrived to the court," Roman heard someone announce, the room went quiet, Roman tried desperately to find his brother, but could see nothing. He felt himself being pulled down the stairs, all eyes were on him, burning into his skin. He heard whispers, he knew they were about him.

Roman wasnt allowed on the dance floor for more than a minute or two, immediately being taken to the throne instead. Roman watched enviously as the other guests danced and partied as he was forced to sit and stare from a gilded silver throne.

"The Crown Prince of Thorns has arrived to the court," Roman looked up, and there was his brother, dressed in robes of jade and black, looking as though he'd very much like to bite the guards escorting him to his throne.

The party carried on as though no one seemed to realize the princes weren't joining in the festivities.

And one by one the guests began to leave, until there were exactly four men standing in front of the throne. Remus was beckoned to stand, and he did so, bowing slightly when he reached his full height.

The first man stepped forward, he was short, with light brown curls of hair that had shades of blue and pink flecked throughout. He had round-framed white glasses perched on his face, and his eyes were a contrast of white that faded to a shade of pink.

"Emile Picani, Prince of Orchards," said the voice that had announced Roman and Remus' arrival. Emile gave a slight bow and looked up at Remus as if expecting him to say something scornful. Remus merely smiled, Emile waited a few seconds before rushing to stand on one side of him.

The second boy was a slight bit taller than Emile, but nowhere near the height of Remus, with light brown skin and brown hair, his eyes were a deep shade of blue that made them seem almost black in color.

"Patton Boleyn, Prince of Gems and Jewels," the voice said, Patton rushed up to stand on the other side of Remus' throne. Roman was beginning to peice together what was going on.

He watched as the third man stepped forward, taller than almost everyone else in the room, with striking yellow eyes that stood out against his dark complexion and a black hat perched on his head, his face was covered in burns, yet it didnt not take away from his features, Roman could hardly keep his eyes off him.

"Janus Ryder, Crown Prince of Serpents," Janus approached Roman's throne, removed his hat, bowed, and placed a kiss on Roman's hand before going to stand next to his throne. Roman had to struggle not to blush furiously at the gesture.

The fourth and final man was dressed in vibrant midnight blue, with specks of white scattered throughout his dress like stars, and upon his face were round black glasses.

"Logan Sanders, Prince of Stars," the voice said, Logan gave a bow, crossing his legs as he did so, and took his place next to Roman's throne.

"After tomorrow, the Prince of Roses will be escorted to the kingdom of the Crown Prince of Serpents and Prince of Stars, the Prince of Orchards and Prince of Gems and Jewels will remain within the castle alongside the Crown Prince of Thorns," Roman felt faint, he'd only been there for a day and he was expected to leave soon after? And what of Remus? Were they never to see each other again?

But he kept a blank expression on his face as he and Remus repeating their instructions, the four other princes giving various reactions, the most common of which seemed to be worry.

Soon enough their suitors were taken from the room, and Roman and Remus were alone, until finally, they were allowed to their rooms.

And Roman screamed. Never before had he felt like this, confused, upset, trapped, in all the years he'd spent in that palace-shaped prison, he'd never felt as stuck as he was now. The only solace he could find was the walls of his room, where no creature except himself could hear. So he screamed, he screamed and cried and thrashed until he felt numb and limp and sick.

One day before he was to be married off to two men he'd never so much as looked at before.

One day before he would be separated from his brother, potentially forever.

One day before he became something worse than a puppet.

One day before he became a pawn in a game he was fully aware was being played.

Prince Roman did not dream that night, not even a nightmare. He simply slept, with fear and dread sinking into his stomach.

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okay kind of obsessed with the body swap art tho. idk why i just like benrey getting to bully gordon with his own body, his own voice, and i like gordon trying to navigate whatever weird shit benrey’s got going on. gordon not being able to figure out or control whatever organs in benrey’s throat produce sweet voice so it’s just spewing whatever emotions he’s feeling at random (including Horny? uh oh. can’t hide that as easily as a surprise boner can you gordon?)

this ask kicked me into actually thinking about it and your brain is so huge. massive. i lost control

last night i was struggling to articulate thoughts for the body swap thing but this is kickstarting me. i. really love bodyswap stuff........(sighing) i am yet again having to confront the fact that i latched onto an embarrassing number of Things after having first read about them in [REDACTED]. truly hate being alive

so like......potions. you can get into a whole lot of weird stuff with potions. truly loving that darnolds 5-minute existence gives me an excuse to think of the stupidest horny potions scenarios

and why in the fuck wouldnt he have a bodyswap potion just chillin in his lab. why wouldnt benrey crack that bad boy open and take a sip while darnolds bitching at him "dont you touch any of those goddamn potions. im not gonna tell you which ones which so if you die, you die"

gordon claps benrey on the back afterwards like "well, thats a risk im perfectly happy for him to take" but uh oh you fucking buffoon. the touch is what activates it. and shit just starts spinning and schlorping in his mind and he nearly falls over clutching the lab bench next to him and when he cracks his eyes back open, hes........shorter. and everybodys asking if somebodys okay but that somebody isnt him and hes kind of miffed about that

and then gordons head turns and he sees Himself being steadied on his feet by tommy and darnold and hes like.......guys? guys. hello! and the sound of benreys voice coming out of him with that irritated and loud timbre makes everybody turn to face him........b/c that is so insanely weird coming from him

im like way into the idea of benreys, like, Eye Darkness Thing transferring to gordons face when their bodies are swapped, too. its just his malevolent energies manifesting physically no matter what body hes in

Wait god wait. Like. Benrey in Gordon's body and he gets horny for some reason and has to live Gordon's fucking pained life of the suit edging the hell outta him- Bc now Gordon can actually fucking jerk off for the the first time in days. No edging bullshit from the hev suit

benreys newfound appreciation for why gordons such a bitch all the time

RRRRRRRRRRR gordon able to go wild beating his meat that night finally but right before he does he stops because hes looking down at. 8)!

YES EXACTLY....... gordon freeman humbled by the sight of benreys huge meat. except its his meat now 

at first he only feels mildly weird about jacking it when hes not even in his own body right now but hes been edged for days now and hes just thinking "if i can just get this out of the way now, ill be clear-headed for however fucking long im stuck in black mesa. maybe this is why ive been so goddamn stupid lately. yeah"

but then he gets some time and space to himself at long last and unzips and the shock of seeing benreys huge uncut dick instead of his own brings him back to reality like "?oh my god what the fuck am i doing"

embarrassment! guilt! but also hes still fuckin horny and eventually curiosity wins out. whats the harm, right. its not like he has to say anything about it. and gordon freeman is (mostly) heterosexual and hes never been this up close and personal with a foreskin before and hes just......curious. scientifically

maybe hes even.......locked himself inside one of the company restrooms while hes at it. just to make sure hes got privacy. and there is a mirror right there........  he was gonna just bust one out and leave as fast as he can but now hes curious

starts. thumbing the hem of his shirt under benreys vest. starts lifting it up experimentally just to see where all that hair leads. out of curiosity. and seeing the curve of benreys stomach peek out in the mirror makes him hiccup on sweet voice inadvertently 

weirdly enough theres a part of him thats both relieved and disappointed that hes never seen that color before

he never envisioned that seeing benrey like this would be a turn-on but like......with that vest and that helmet on he just looks like some kind of fuckin roundish rectangle shape. but now gordons intimately familiar with how his body feels to move around in......what hes gotta look like underneath all that armor and ill-fitting work clothes......and the hornier he gets the stupider he gets

takes off the helmet.......just to test the waters. if somebody manages to bust in, thats not so weird to explain. and hes surprised by the shock of black hair he finds under there. he doesnt know what he was expecting....but honestly, benrey looks, like, kind of nice like that. more like a person

im slightly obsessed with the idea of benrey just not even registering as a Real Guy, physically, to gordon, one that he could possibly be attracted to, until hes out of his work uniform.......like hes more of an icon of a person than anything up until that point. pure signifier. no substance

like......you know......the equivalent of how benreys HL model registers to 99% of people watching the series. sure, thats not necessarily anything youd register as "hot", most likely, but then u peel that away and its like........Oh

the model is the icon and the representation of the icon is the real

and gordon runs a hand thru benreys hair and tries out one of those shitty little smirks benrey likes to use on him and the effect is.......dizzying. is that him? is that what benrey really looks like to him?? he feels fuckin salacious doing this

he can even.........get his face up close to the mirror and really look at those teeth

run his tongue over them experimentally.......feel their sharp edges.......and, no, theyre not sharp like a knife, but they are definitely pointy. and surprisingly well-kept......hes never seen benrey brush his teeth before but clearly he must. theyre so smooth and slick under his fingertips

and then he flushes and drops his hand b/c hes getting some weird fucking thoughts right now........but looking back up at himself in the mirror and seeing benreys face all wide-eyed and red makes the issue worse

oh, you really like seeing him look like that, dont you. and gordons pissed b/c this isnt even his fucking brain but its still whispering the exact same neurotic, self-defeating shit at him that hes trying very hard to tamp down

and then he starts getting a little crazier. taking off the vest. he can explain that, no problem. its just kind of hot. heavy. he needed a breather! its normal. just in here to splash some water on his face and cool down, nothing wrong with that. but that just makes benreys shirt all the easier to access.......and he tugs the hem of it just a little higher and looks at himself in the mirror and runs a thumb over the curve of his stomach, where the hair is thickest, and he shivers

gordon freeman is deeply normal and would never get off to the sight of a guy with arms the size of his head tentatively dragging the hem of his shirt up, just for gordon to look at him closer

hands shaking from nerves as he decides to loosen his tie and start unbuttoning and he sees more and more hair-dusted skin and muscle and fat and a thin sheen of sweat reveal itself

> i could see gordon trying to tense and flex the muscles a bit just because hes normal

HE IS, AND HE WOULD

he doesnt know when "being horny b/c hes been pent up and edged for days and he just needs to get his rocks off real quick so he can be normal again" turned into "being horny b/c the way benrey looks under his uniform is scary good to him" but if he thinks about that too hard hes gonna have a panic attack

tells himself that its all just because he hasnt been able to get off. thats why hes thinking this shit. hell stop thinking it once he nuts

> hey this is a quick aside but yknwo how he talks to himself in third person sometimes? what if he does and then kinda does a mental double take at how his name sounds coming out of benreys mouth, with his voice. ok thats it goodbye

oh ym god thats making me go insane. doing it by accident and then.........saying it again. on purpose. just to hear benreys voice doing it

getting one knee hitched up onto the sink and leaning forward with his arm braced against the mirror and his forehead leaning on his arm and tugging benreys dick (no, idiot, thats your dick right now, stop thinking about it) and tentatively groaning out his own name and it comes out so hoarse and desperate that it punches him straight in the gut (too bad, hes thinking about it, he cant not think about it, not with the way he looks and sounds right now)

> remember in the series when benrey called him gordon one (1) time and he noticed immediately and was like..i think thats the first time youve called me by my name.

he looks so fucked out and slutty in that mirror that it almost makes him pass out

eyes darting like hes trying to commit every single detail of how he looks right now to memory (b/c he is. he fucking is. he wants to make benrey look like this so fucking bad. just for him. wreck him and get him flushed and sweaty and panting and moaning gordons name and jesus christ, okay, thats where his brains taking him. okay. cool)

hes dizzying himself thinking about it. he knows benreys hot for him by this point, theoretically. assuming his weird come-ons werent just jokes. benrey would probably let him do this to him. benrey would probably want him to touch his dick. gordon thinks about how good it might feel for his own hand to be on benreys dick and he cant get himself solidly into one headspace or another - hes gordon, hes benrey, he wants to touch, he wants to be touched, he wants to feel his own hand on this dick (and god, maybe he could. maybe he could ask. wouldnt that be crazy.)

benrey in gordons suit and gordons body and gordons face leaning over him, b/c fuck, he really is tall compared to benrey, hes figured that one out awful quick. and gordons (his) hand on his (benreys) dick and stroking him and leering down at him with those dark, dark eyes that dont even really look like his eyes, anymore, not with the way theyre shaded over, and hearing his (benreys) (his) voice moaning out his (gordons) (definitely gordons) name and all the little "pleases" and "thank yous" that he cant stop letting out b/c benreys voice was made for it, made to beg and whine and ask so nicely, and his heads spinning as he comes all over the fucking mirror and sink

> i wonder if this could be combine with the ideas that parts of the self or like mind is still a bit left behind if that makes sense, like with benrey also wanting this that part of the reason gordon wants to say those things

"do you want to fuck him or do you want to be him?" well my good bitch, perhaps you can have a little of both. welcome to my personal hell

hes never come so hard in his fucking life and the noise that rips out of him when he does, finally, after days of being jerked around (ha ha) makes his ears burn with shame

now if you really wanna go crazy. imagine that benreys up and walking around this whole time b/c being edged by his stupid broken suit is making it impossible for him to sleep, and he hears........all of this. stops and presses himself flat agains tthe wall to listen

he cant actually get into the bathroom to scare the shit out of gordon/offer to join in/etc, b/c this stupid flesh body of gordons cant even noclip, but he can press his ear to the door and. listen. and he can flush all the way down to his chest when he hears gordon in there, moaning out his own name with benreys voice

so thats what gordon wants him to do, huh. thats what hes thinking about.

poor benrey, tho. he gets to experience just a lick of the endless fucking suffering that gordon goes thru every single day just by being alive, and "the HEV suit trying and failing to suck him off to completion while his dick twitches against the hard metal of the interior every time gordon groans in there" is just one small part of it

anyway . see ya. my final message

[abraxos-is-toothless]

This is my piece for the @aftgexchange and is for @kaijuusandkryptids! I really loved all of your prompts and had no idea which on to choose but I settled on Matchy Couples Costumes. I really hope I did it justice:) Pairing were difficult to choose too but I went with Renison, something I have not written but there is some Kevin and Allison friendship for you!!

Enjoy and I really hope you like it<333

Warnings: implied sexual content, I never go into too much detail really.

Edit from in my drafts: Tumblr wouldnt let me post and that’s why it is a bit late, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.

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Halloween was one of Allison’s favourite times of the year, mostly because she got to play dress up. The parties were fun, eating a bunch of candy without a care was a bonus but fuck, getting to dress up in a matching costume with her ridiculously beautiful girlfriend was the best part. This year, Renee had agreed to let Allison surprise her with their outfits so now, she was currently walking around a very extravagant costume store with an incredibly grouchy Kevin Day. The makeup she wanted had already been tossed into Kevin’s arms, along with a few tubes of glitter she thought would look perfect on Neil. “Seriously Allison, why can’t you carry your own shit?” She rolled her eyes, thoroughly done with the asshole’s whining tone.

“Because I need to use my hands to search for things, Day. And also, it means you can’t stop me from choosing your costume this year.” Kevin hadn’t dressed up last year when even Andrew fucking Minyard had. Allison was not allowing any bullshit this year. When he opened his mouth to quite obviously complain, she threw a set of sparkly fishnets in his face. “Shut the fuck up, you’re doing it. You promised.” The two of them had become very good friends over the last two years or so and honestly, he was a lot more fun than she’d first thought. They were sneaky with making bets about the other Foxes; they would help each other with their outfits for the day and would also gang up on sweet baby Neil when he wouldn’t eat properly. The two of them made quite a formidable team.

“Fine, just, nothing too out there. I don’t want to spend hours trying to take off while I’m drunk.” Allison nodded in satisfaction, planning on not listening to what he just said, at all. They were just passing through the ‘Superheroes’ section when her eyes snagged on something, causing her to smirk. It was a Captain America costume, the fabric tight but stretchy, which would show off the body Kevin worked so hard to keep. It also came with fancy boots, a weird belt and most importantly, the shield. She squealed internally, pulling it all off of the rack and handing it to Kevin who grimaced slightly but wisely kept his mouth shut.

“We’ll have to find you some better underwear or you’ll be able to see it under the costume. That or you could just not wear any?”

“I’m not going commando, Ali.” She gave a very bored sigh.

“No fun. Now come, I need to go to the couples section.” Her heels clicked against the floor as she dragged Kevin across the store, grabbing odd accessories and things just in case she needed them in the future. You never know when a girl might need fake glasses.

All of the matching costumes were either very cliché or ones that nearly all couples used every single year. Allison could make their costumes of course, but it was a week and a half away and she just did not have the time for that this year. Maybe next year she and Renee could make them together.

She was just beginning to think that none of the costumes in front of her were any good when her eyes caught on a Sexy Cop outfit and an Inmate outfit right next to it. They were pretty cute and the Cop came with a range of accessories, including the main thing that Allison was drawn to. Handcuffs. The two of them had been experimenting in their sex life lately, trying new things and the thought of one of them being tied up was very appealing. Allison grabbed both costumes and chucked them at Kevin who raised a dark brow at her choice. “I thought you were going for something different than everyone’s usual this year?”

“Don’t question me, Kev.” With a flick of her hand they were moving again, piling everything up at the checkout. The poor cashier’s eyes widened at the array of items before putting them all through. Kevin tried to pay for his own before she glared at him, handing him all of their bags as she put everything on her card.

On the drive home, they stopped to get food for the whole team, Kevin complaining about all of the calories and that they should get something healthier to which he received a smack of the back of his head. When they got back to the tower, everyone was gathered in the neutral zone of Matt, Aaron and Nicky’s room, per request after she had Kevin text that they were bringing food. Andrew and Neil were curled up on a beanbag together, causing Allison to wink at Neil, receiving a glare from the monster in return. Matt and Dan were throwing peanuts into each other’s mouths while Nicky kept some kind of score. Aaron had his nose buried in a textbook as he always did. Last, but definitely not fucking least, her gorgeous Renee was dutifully clearing up any stray peanuts that did not make into mouths. “I have arrived you heathens, except you baby,” she smiled at her girlfriend who blushed in return, “and I bring good food and some little gifts.” Aaron’s head shot up at the mention of food, getting up to form a circle on the floor with the rest of them.

It was all devoured quickly, Nicky stating that he was now to live on the couch, too full to move. Allison ignored the over dramatic idiot as she passed Kevin’s bag to him before rifling through the rest. She pulled out the fishnets she’d picked up and chucked them at Dan. “For you babes. Matt can’t take his eyes off of you when you wear them.”

“Damn straight, she’s fucking stunning in them.” Matt grinned at his girlfriend, putting his arm around her shoulder. Next she grabbed a bag of ghost shaped marshmallows and passed them over to Andrew. He simply nodded quickly before tearing open the bag, staring at Kevin as he should three into his mouth. Neil caught the tube of glitter she threw, looking down at it confused.

“You looked good the last time I put it on you, Josten. Andrew likes it too.” The blonde glared at the tube, the tips of his ears turning pink.

Renee moved over to tuck herself into Allison’s side and tried to look in the bag that held their costumes. She quickly covered Renee’s eyes with her hand. “Ali, can’t I see what you got us?” Leaning down, she pressed her lips to the shell of her girlfriend’s ear and whispered;

“That’s a surprise. You’ll have to wait until Halloween.” Renee shivered, pulling the hand over her eyes away from her face, tilting her face up and Allison couldn’t stop herself from placing a kiss on her perfectly pink lips. She never wanted to stop kissing her, because kissing Renee made her feel as though she was the luckiest girl in the world. She always let out a little, contented sigh when their lips touched and if Allison were standing, her knees would have given out.

Halloween was going to be a very fun night.

oOoOo

There was one hour until the party started and Allison had never been so excited. Renee laughed from her seat on the bed as Allison pulled the bag with their costumes in from the wardrobe. Turning, she held the bag in front of her chest and asked Renee, “Do you want to be the bad guy or the good guy?” Renee’s smile dropped slightly and her eyes took on a sort of faraway look. When she spoke, it was almost inaudible, as if she didn’t want anyone to hear.

“I like to think I’m the good guy, now.” It made Allison’s chest feel tight, her heart breaking at the tinge of sadness in the other woman’s voice. She knew that Renee still struggled with her past, still struggled to accept that she wasn’t that person anymore but Allison was always there to help her, to remind her. She knew exactly who Renee was and she didn’t care about any of the things she had to do before.

“Love?” Renee looked back to her apologetically, realising she’d gone off into her head again. Allison pulled both costumes from the bag, holding them out in front of her. “You want to be a Sexy Cop or a Cute Inmate? If you’re the Inmate I get to put you into cuffs.” She wiggled her brows, relishing in the way her girlfriend’s cheeks turned pink and she ducked her head.

 “I think I would like to be the Inmate, if that’s alright with you?” She mumbled, looking up at Allison from under her lashes. Allison bit her lip and Renee’s eyes darkened. Standing from her spot on the bed, she walked the short distance to Allison slowly, gently taking the costume from her hands. “I’m going to go and get ready with Dan or else we won’t be going to that party at all.” She winked and was out of the room before Allison had the chance to say anything back. Letting out an unsteady breath, she layed the costume out on the bed, stripping herself of everything until she was bare. Walking over to her draws she caught a glimpse of her body in the mirror. There were still a few hickeys littering her body. Some lighter, almost yellows ones on her hips and thighs, and a few much darker, purple looking ones on her neck and shoulder. She loved seeing Renee’s marks on her, loved feeling the tingles when she ran her fingers over them lightly. It reminded her that she was wanted, that she was cherished.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, she continued her way over to the set of draws in her room, pulling out a set of lacy red underwear knowing it was a set Renee favoured. If the night ended the way she wanted, she was going to get to tease her girlfriend endlessly. The costume came with fishnets which were pulled on first, followed by the tiny little shorts and cropped shirt. The belt was a little awkward at first, but Allison managed to get it on, attaching the cuffs, a fake radio and what looked to be a fake taser. Allison put her hair up into a high ponytail that swung from side to side as she walked and she finished the whole thing off with a pair of black, leather thigh high boots. She had only ever worn these once for some stupid outing but they fit perfectly with what she was wearing now. She also remembered the heated look she received from Renee last time, so it was an easy choice to make. Her look would not be as extravagant as it could be and she rummaged around for some of the new makeup she had bought on her shopping trip with Kevin. There were still a few tubes of glitter left, including blue which she decided to put a light layer of across her collar bones. She noticed she'd also managed to pick up a can of spray glitter for her hair in gold. Well, she was already glowing anyway; why not glow a little more?

With a last, quick glance over her form in the mirror, Allison nodded to herself, proud of what she achieved. She looked fucking hot and no one could tell her otherwise. Pulling her phone from its charger to check the time, she was shocked to find that there was still a half hour left until the party, and at least an extra twenty minutes before people really started to show up. Usually, it took her at least an hour to deem herself fit to be seen by people, other than the rest of the Foxes who had undoubtedly seen her in worse conditions. With time to spare, she ventured of to Andrew, Kevin and Neil’s dorm, by passing the sound of Dan and Renee laughing from within Dan’s room. She wanted their reveals to be a surprise, to watch as her girlfriend ran her eyes over Allison’s form and to feel the shivers that wracked over her skin as a result. She knocked lightly on the boys’ door, waiting for the soft ‘come in’ before entering. There would be no making that mistake, ever again. Andrew was on the sofa, a rainbow lollipop in his mouth, staring directly at Neil. The redhead looked close to drooling at the sight. Neil jumped and stood quickly when Allison cleared her throat, causing her to whistle lowly at the sight. He was wearing a tight, long black dress that scrapes the floor a little as he moved. There were two slits down the sides that exposed his runners’ legs and the sleeve straps hung off his shoulders. “Neil, baby, what are you dressed as?”

The boy blushed, looking down at his feet as he mumbled, “Andrew says he wanted me to be a ‘damsel in distress’ because apparently he’s always saving my ass.”

She looked to Andrew with a raised brow. “So you are his ‘knight in shining armour’?” There was a scoff from the tiny blonde man.

“I have no fucking idea what you mean.” He grumbled, despite the fact Allison could clearly see the fake armour he had on, including a fake sword laying next to him on the couch.

“So you just wanted to see how hot he looked in a pretty dress, then?” She smirked. Hazel eyes glared at her before Andrew returned to his lollipop.

Neil coughed as if clearing his throat, blush still staining his cheeks. “You might want to go help Kev, he’s been complaining for a while about his costume.”

Allison rolled her eyes but nodded, moving towards the bedroom. When she walked in, Kevin was trying and failing, miserably, to zip up the stupid suit. “Hey idiot, why didn’t you just ask for help?”

Kevin just huffed before turning his back to her, gesturing that she should do it instead. When he was all zipped, she clipped the belt around his waist before handing him the shield. He looked damn good and if she wasn’t happily in love with the girl of her dreams, Allison would have been all up on that. “Spectacular Kev, you look really good.”

“You look really great too, Ali. Renee is going to love it.” More voices sounded from the other room, indicating more people had joined them. Allison heard Matt first, shouting something before he laughed at something. Nicky’s screeching soon followed, most likely having spotted what Neil was dressed in. If Matt had arrived, that meant Dan and Renee would have come over with him. Allison’s nerves picked up at the realisation, wanting to rush out there and show Renee what she had on and to see how Renee looked in an orange jumpsuit.

“I know how I look Kevin. Not great, I look fucking amazing.” He laughed, shaking his head as he threw an arm over her shoulder. They walked out together like that until Kevin joined Matt when he was offered a beer. The warmth of his arm disappeared but it was soon replaced with a different kind. The kind of warmth that only a lover could give. Allison’s eyes found Renee immediately, her jaw dropping slightly, heat pooling low in her belly. The jumpsuit fit her girlfriend in all of the right places, tight enough to show that beautiful figure but not so tight that it was restricting. As she ran her gaze over her body, Allison zeroed in on Renee’s left wrist, where she had secured the cuffs so that they dangled. As if she had broken free. If so much work hadn’t been put into this night, Allison would have already dragged Renee back to her room and not let her leave until morning. Her thoughts were interrupted as a soft hand took hold of one of her own, fingers interlacing. Tilting her head down just slightly, Allison watched Renee bring a cup to her mouth and sip carefully, and then pull it away, the tip of her tongue poking out to lick her bottom lip. Allison couldn’t stop the quiet little noise she let slip. Her girlfriend chuckled lowly before asking innocently, “Ready to party, A?”

Hell fucking yeah, she was.

oOoOo

It was midnight and almost everyone was either passed out or incredibly drunk. Allison had thought they all would have lasted at least another few hours, but it seems some had started drinking before they had even got to the party. She was currently sitting in one of the two arm chairs, Renee draped across her lap with an arm around her waist, who was laughing at Nicky trying to dance with Kevin. The latter had just tried to lower the former into a back dip; until he dropped him. Nicky only looked upset for a moment before he burst out in laughter. Matt was forming some kind of speech in all of the ways he loved his ‘most precious Danielle’ whilst the girl in question tried to shut him up. Aaron was tucked off in one of the corners making out with his cheerleader, and Allison hoped to god they went back to one of their rooms before the two of them started fucking right in front of everyone. Neil and Andrew had disappeared a few minutes ago with a soft ‘goodnight’. She had the faintest impression that Andrew was thoroughly done with the way Neil kept teasing him in that sinful dress.

She was just about to ask Renee if she’d like another drink when her girlfriend leaned in to trail kisses up her neck. Her breath hitched, catching in her throat when Renee reached that soft spot just below her jaw. The hand Allison had on Renee’s thigh tightened and she bit her lip against a moan when teeth grazed the skin of her ear. “You want to get out of here now, Ali?” All she could do was nod, letting out a breath as they stood and Allison grabbed hold of the cuffs, dragging her girlfriend from the room, ignoring the wolf whistles from the other Foxes.

The journey from the basement back up to their dorm room passed in seconds with how eager they both were to finally be alone. The minute they were safely inside of Allison’s room with the door closed, she had Renee pressed against it, hands pinned above her head as their lips crashed together. Renee tasted sweet, like apples and raspberries from the drink she’d had and her body was pliant and soft underneath Allison’s hands. She gasped when there was a bite to her lip and Renee took that chance to deepen the kiss, realising sounds that had her thighs rubbing together. With a quick tug on the smaller girls’ wrists, Allison dragged them both backwards towards the bed, turning them at the last minute so that Renee was laid out underneath her. Stripping Renee slowly, she ran her lips and tongue over soft, pale skin as it was exposed gradually, inch by inch. Allison loved the sound of Renee moaning. They weren’t forced, fake and ridiculously high pitched. They were quiet, music to her ears and most importantly real, letting her know that Renee enjoyed the things she was doing. When Allison had her girlfriend bare beneath her, she pulled Renee’s left wrist up to the headboard, followed by the other and looped the cuff through it but not trapping her yet.

Breathless and panting she asked, “Where are the keys, baby?”

“In your bra.” Her eyes widened, before they narrowed when Renee smirked.

“When the fuck did you put them in there?”

“When you were too focused on the feel of my hand between your thighs, but nowhere near where you wanted it to be.” And with that, Allison closed the cuffs around her other wrist. She leaned down slowly, stopping when their lips were a hair's breadth away so that when she spoke, Renee could both feel and hear it.

“Someone has been very, very bad.”

“I’m so sorry officer, is there anything I can do?”

“Lie still like a good girl for me, will you?” Allison waited for a nod of confirmation before she pulled away, retreating to stand at the foot of the bed. Strip teases had always been fun to her, she loved the way Renee groaned and let out soft pleas for her to speed everything up, but tonight she wouldn’t.

Every movement was slow and deliberate, leaving her in her lacy red bra and panties before she crawled back over Renee who was now letting out frustrated whimpers. From there on out kisses, touches and everything in between stayed slow, at the exact pace Allison wanted for the night.  Her girlfriend was writhing beneath her as her had disappeared between two porcelain coloured thighs, the strength of them revealed when Renee tried to close them.

Renee fell apart and was pushed over that cliff's edge over and over again by Allison’s clever hands mouth, and even filthy, encouraging words that were whispered in her ear. She watched her girlfriend fall limp against silky sheets, enjoying the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Pulling the key from her bra, she reached up and released Renee, caressing her wrists gently as she fell onto her side next to her. Renee tried to reach for her, tried to pull her closer, eager to return the favour But Allison shook her head.

“But you haven’t-”

“And I’m okay Ren, I wanted this to be about you.”

“Ali...”

“Hush. Time to rest now.” She tucked a few sweaty strands of hair behind Renee’s ear before lazily dragging her fingers up and down the girl’s back. The touch did as it was intended to do and soon enough, Renee’s breathing had evened out, tucking her head into the crook of Allison’s neck with their legs tangled together.

She would never understand how she got this lucky but was so fucking grateful that she was. Renee was the light of her life, the one she loved most and Allison would do everything she possibly could to show her, to prove that she deserved her. Placing one last kiss to the crown of Renee’s head, Allison let herself drift, content and comfortable in protective arms that were always there to hold her when she needed them most.

Happy Halloween, indeed.

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Really hope you liked it!! :D

[arthurflecksgirl]

Thank you ❤️❤️ Can you write that the reader doesn't let Arthur to touch her belly because she’s insecure about her body? Like while cuddling Arthur is going to put his hand on her belly but she stops him, he is confused and asks her why. She at first is ashamed to tell him why but she trusts Arthur and eventually tells him that she's insecure of her body, afraid Arthur could reject her. He comforts her, tells her that she is beautiful and maybe at the end she allows him to caress her belly❤️

Hi my lovely Anon. I finally wrote your request. I feel like this one was pretty personal for you ,so I really really hope I did okay and I hope with all my heart that its comforting and what you imagined it to be. Thank you for trusting me with such a personal request. It means a lot.

It was a chilly night in apartment 8J. You just got home from work to find Arthur smoking on the couch. Already cuddled up under his green blanket. A huge, clown faced pumpkin drowning the dark room in soft candle light.

"Hey darling, seems like you`ve started without me". Arthur blew out the smoke "I`m sorry Y/N. I had to distract myself a bit. I had an nervous episode on my day off and I thought it would help me to be creative."

You gave him a kiss on the forehead before you took your jacket off "I was kidding. Its okay. We have enough pumpkins to carve together anyway. I like the clown face you made."

Arthur put his cig in the astray "Really. Yeah well his nose is a bit off but I hope you`ll like it." He looked at you with love in his eyes as he lifted the blanket "Wanna join me? I`m kinda cold." he smirked.

As soon as you got undressed except for your underwear, you noticed how cold the room was "It is indeed very cold. I need the warmth of your body now".

"I think I can do something about that" he giggled as you crawled under his blanket. This was the best part of the day. Sinking into his arms, feeling his skin on yours. Him pulling you closer.

It was much warmer under the blanket. The space underneath was filled up with his body heath, "I missed you, baby" he wispered. "Being home just doesnt feel right".

You knew that Arthur had a hard time being alone at his apartment. As much as he wished for his own space when Penny was still  living with him, he didnt knew what to do since she was at the hospital. Usually you were at home when he was coming from work. But one day off was enough for him to feel kinda helpless about time.

"I know Arthur, I´m so sorry.  I wish I didnt had to work today. "

"Its okay....I managed to distract myself. I was working on some jokes and on the pumpkin. "

You noticed the empty bowl on the table "Did you ate the pumpkin soup I made for you?"

Arthur nodded "Yeah. Thank you, it was delicious. I cant even remember the last time I enjoyed to eat something".

"So good to hear, Artie." you rested your head upon his chest, feeling it lifting up and down while he let his gentle hand slide up and down your arms.

"Do you think we should....like...stay here? Its not the best place to live, right? I feel like I cant offer you any better and it makes me feel bad". The sadness in his voice was undeniable.

"Arthur...I love being in your apartment."

"Really? I mean....its not a home..."

"You dont feel at home here?"

"I dont know...I never knew anything else...it just.... I dont know..."

"Arthur, if you wanna move its ok. If not its okay,too. Home is where you are. Your arms are my idea of home. "

Arthur pulled you even closer, he sounded like he was about to tear up "You`re serious arent you?"

"Of course" you whispered back

"You`re so good to me. I promise to you, as soon as my stand ups are ready for the big clubs  we will leave this fucked up city."

"Where do you want to go? I mean do you dream of a specific place?"

"California. Maybe. I always wondered about the beach and the palm trees."

"Hmmmm sounds nice. Making love on the beach."

Arthur kissed the corner of your lips. Right where your smile was. "You want to share some love?"

"On the beach?"

A smirk was growing on his lips  "How about here and now?"

You turned your face, starting to cover his chest with kisses. He was so fragile. Every inch of his body needed to be kissed. Arthurs hand wandered to your shoulders, down your back to open your bra. The green blanket still covering both of you like a protective tent. Arthur kissed you while his hands gently caressed your breasts. His touch was medicine to you. Sometimes you could have sworn that Arthur had healing hands which helped healing your wounds. Your inner scars. The ones that werent visible to the eyes.

But then he rested his hand on your belly. And something happened inside of you. Something you never thought could happen while Arthur was touching you. Something that hurt inside. His hand on your belly felt wrong. Not because you didnt wanted him to touch you. But because you felt uncomfortable with that part of your body. You didnt liked it and you didnt wanted him to notice.

Your mind kept asking questions. Screams inside of your head.

What if  you stop him right now? Would he get upset?

The thoughts inside of your head kept spinning while his fingertips caressed that part that made you feel insecure for such a long time. It was like being exposed. You never felt so vulnerable before in your whole life. It was unbearable.

"Arthur. Please. Don`t." you grabbed his wrist and looked into his eyes. He looked confused. His other hand reached out to stroke your tummy "Y/N? I just want to give you some..."

"Arthur, stop!" the moment you told him so, your eyes started watering by looking into his eyes. He looked hurt. Like you just told him something terrible. He took his hand back, swallowing hard, while his fingers started shaking.

"What is it ? I.m.....I`m sorry if I....if I did something wrong?" there was so much pain in his voice and confusion in his eyes.

You covered your face and started to cry. Overwhelmed by the fact that you just told him to stop touching you.

Arthur ran his figers through his hair. In a nervous, uncomfortable way.

"Y/N? Please talk to me? Why are you crying? Please!"

He looked at his hands. Did he do something wrong? Did he hurt you? He thought he was being gentle with you. Was he hallucinating? Did he do something else than he actually rememberd? For a second he was scared of himself.

"Did I do something? Tell me. Did I do something I shouldnt have?"

You uncovered your face so he could see your tears "Noooo Artie. Its not you...."

Arthur wrapped his arms around his waist. Like he tried to hug himself " Do you want me to stop touching you? Am I not allowed to love you anymore? Dont you love me anymore?"Arthur tried  to swallow down a laugh. Thats when you realized he actually felt like crying. He grabbed his throath.

Your hand reached for his wrist again. This time to comfort him "Dont cry, Arthur. Its not what you think. I love you with all my heart, more than anything in this fucked up world. "

A silent, tortured laugh escaped his lips "But why dont you want me to touch you anymore?"

"Its not like I dont want you to touch me. I want it. I need it, Arthur. Its just....that part of my body you just touched. I feel pretty insecure about my belly."

"Really?"

"Yeah..."

"I...I didnt knew ....you never said anything..."

"I know....I didnt knew how to"

Arthur rubbed his eyes, trying to figure out what was going on .

"You trust me, right?"

"Sure I do"

"You can tell me anything, Y/N. I asure you. I will listen. I am a good listener. People never listened to me and I know how it feels like to be unheard. So I always listen"

You layed your hand on his thigh "I know...I guess I was afraid you would reject me when I tell you that I dont like my belly to be touched."

Arthur took you in his arms "How could you ever think I would reject you? "

"I`m sorry, Arthur"

"Me,too. But...can I ask you a question?" he faced you again as you nodded.

"Why are you feeling this way about your belly? Its beautiful."

You looked down. It was hard to look in his intense eyes while talking about this "No,its not. It`s not beautiful".

"To me it is. " Arthur whispered softly "Its a part of you. A part of the woman I love and worship. I adore every aspect of your soul and every inch of your body equaly. "

"Oh Arthur...I dont know what to say..."

"If you dont want me to touch it I wouldnt do it again but please know that your belly deserves love,too. It deserves to be touched. To be kissed."

A silent tear fell from your eyes. Arthur was there to wipe it away with his fingertip.

"Remember when I was ashamed of being so skinny? Of my bones sticking out? You told me I was beautiful this way. "

"I remember. Because you are!"

Arthur kissed your cheek "And so are you!"

His kiss felt like a cure to your sadness.

"You kissed across my ribs and shoulder bone. Telling me that there is nothing to be ashamed about."

You nodded.

"Would you allow me to do the same to you?" Arturs green eyes pierced you with admiration. He was serious. He loved anything about you, even the parts you disliked so much.

"You mean....?"

"Yeah....only if you want me to do it of course. I wouldnt ask you again if you dont want to."

You tried to collect your thoughts. He was right about how you kissed his insecurities away. Maybe it would work the other way around,too. You trusted him with that. More than anything.

"Okay"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Yes I am....sure. I mean...lets..try it. "

Arthur gently pushed you into the sheets.

"I´m gonna put my lips to your beautiful belly now, okay? Just tell me to stop if you dont feel comfortable."

"OKay, Artie. I trust you".

A moment later you felt his lips on your tummy. Your body froze for a second. You werent used to let yourself relax in such an intimate way.

At first it was barely a touch. His upper lp felt like a butterfly landing on your skin.

"Is that okay?" he asked.

"Yes"

His lips slowly opened before his warm breath was ghosting across your skin.

A gentls kiss. Softly. And another.

Your muscles finally relaxed under his touch.

"You`re so beautiful, my angel. I`m so lucky to be able to kiss you. To love you like that."

Arthur covered your belly with sweet kisses while you played with his hair.

He was your cure.

Your medicine.

And with every kiss you found salvation.

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

Geralt x reader We're Married? Part 2

Ok here part 2! Its probably crap but anyway...

part 1

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Warnings: Blood, cursing, mentions of past sexual abuse, violence

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The second you entered the hall was the second you forgot who you were supposed to be..

"HOLY SHI-" a rough hand quickly clasped your mouth shut. "If you wouldnt give us away in the first 5 seconds that would be terrific" Geralt muttered.

"Mmmph mmmph- alright alright sorry" he removed his hand. You sighed and looked around, more quietly this time. You'd been to a party like this before, well snuck into a party like this before.. but never this lavish.

The royal family spared no expense it seemed considering every inch of the great hall was exquisitely decorated. Long tables were lined with delectable looking dishes, which you would definitely visit later...

And there were many eating tables that had beautiful flower petals atop them. In between was a large area which was meant for socializing and dancing most likely. Boy did you feel out of place..

The man on your arm felt the same you guessed by the way his face contorted watching all the "fancy people" socialize. "I have a bad feeling.." he spoke quietly to himself.

Curious you turned to him "why do you say that?"

His eyes scanned the room suspiciously, "Because something's not adding up.."

"Y/n listen to me" he suddenly turned to you seriously.

"Hmm?" You eyes rose

"This thing..whatever it is..is different from what we've encountered before" he started

"Yeah I know that.." What was he getting at?

He grunted before continuing, "Promise me something" he said with earnest eyes which was incredibly rare for the witcher. It always made you soften tho.

"Sure anything.." you were worried now.

"When the monster shows up-whatever it is. You will leave with Jaskier"

"Except that" you deadpanned. "Are you crazy?? Why would I leave??" You unlinked your arms and faced him fully.

He pressed his lips tightly and led you to a corner away from people who began to notice the dispute.

Jaskier sensing the rising tension, stepped away.

"Y/n listen to me" he said firmly, "we don't know what we are dealing with, and for that reason it's not safe for you"

You threw up your arms in disbelief, "When has monster hunting ever been safe Geralt?!"

He huffed, clenching his jaw, "You will leave when it shows up and that's final" his tone leaving no room for argument.

You decided causing a scene would not be wise so you settled for giving geralt your best, "I'm angry and this isnt over face" before swiftly walking away.

"Y/n!" He caught up with you and just as he grabbed your arm an older couple blocked your path.

"Why I don't believe we've met before?" The older man dressed in blue said with bright eyes.

Geralt forced a smile and stood beside me, "I suppose we just havent had the pleasure yet"

"Well allow me to introduce myself and my dear wife count and countess Barano at your service" he bowed his head slightly and his wife followed suit.

"A pleasure" you chimed in moving slightly away from Geralt. "This is my husband, sir Bartholomew Tristan, and I'm lady Lina Tristan." You gestured lazily beside you.

The next half hour went similarly like this, a new couple introducing themselves every now and then, and talking about nonsense. You could hardly focus on anything they were saying. All you could think about was how Geralt was being an absolute arse wipe.

How dare he try to keep you away from all the action?! You're training had been relentless since the incident with the visser. And you were more than ready to fight anything that came your way. Geralt has been this way the last few missions. Although he never told you to completely leave before. Maybe a stay back or a few to many be carefuls. But run away?? What's the point of training if you couldn't even use it!

The dinging of a bell shook you from your thoughts. Dinner time..great more boring conversations with people you didnt like.

Playing the part of the ever so doting husband, Geralt pulled out a seat for you. You didnt even spare him a glance as you sat down. He sighed as he sat beside you. Throughout the evening he had tried to talk to you but it always ended badly. You were both pissed and stubborn..

"Y/n-" he began but was cutt of by lady borano.

"So tell us about yourselves, it's not often we meet new friends." She smiled sincerely.

Geralt turned with a hand in the air, "What would you like to know?"

"How long have the two of you been married?"

Geralt thought back to the extra information Yavert told him, "3 years"

" Ah still practically newlyweds" sir Borano joked.

"Any children?" A beautifully wicked idea formed in your mind,

"Unfortunately no, my dear husband here can't perform."

The sound of a feminine gasp and the whip of his head made you smirk as you took a sip of the wine before you. Its contents easing your mind, and your tongue for that matter. He forced a smile in an attempt to ease the awkwardness.

" ah I see..." she responded quietly." Well children aren't everything" she also made an effort to improve the mood.

"And thank god for that, because she'd make a terrible mother".

This time you were the one whipping your head around nearly choking on your drink. That little!! "I'm sure that's not true.."sir Barono offered with an uncomfortable smile.

"Well you can't raise children by lazing around all day and eating crumpets" he laughed while the others laughed along too, awkwardly that is..

"Well at least you know where I am, on the other hand I sit at home all day wondering what you and our servant boy could possibly be doing taking so long attending to "business". All eyes shifted to a fumbling Jaskier who stood behind us, "that's uh...not...she didn't..." he tried defending himself.

If looks could kill you would have been a goner. Geralt fists clenched beneath the table. Good, he deserves it for being a butthead.

In a few sentences you had emasculated him and implied he was having a passionate affair with the servant boy. Not bad y/n, not bad at all..

To the relief of the table, the royal family entered cutting off all conversation as everyone stood up. Curiously you peeked over the shoulders in front of you to get a closer look.

The king and queen of servia were announced along with their daughter the princess Annora. She held her head high and had an unreadable expression. She was very beautiful, long flowing hair, slim figure, beautiful blue dress. Total cliche if you ask me. But one thing stood out, the cute little fluffy puppy she held in her arms, he wore a little golden collar with a bell. Awwww litte baby pooooo.

The rest of the family was dressed obnoxiously with large puffy sleeves and glittering jewelry. No question who they were. They were led to a large table in the front center of the hall with 6 ornately decorated chairs. Makeshift thrones basically. They stood in front of them but didnt sit, which meant that you couldn't either.

A moment later another set of doors opened. In walked what you could only assume was the king, queen, and prince of Targeris. There was nothing special about them, without the fancy outfits they would've looked like any other couple. The sons attention was immediately on the princess. His eyes raked over her body without a hint of subtlety. Ew have some class dude. She on the other hand kept a straight face, not acknowledging him in the slightest.

Finally they sat down and dinner went by rather uneventfully. You and geralt hadn't said a word, although the tension was definitely still there.

Most couples had taken to dancing for the rest of the night, you however felt suffocated and decided to escape outside for a breathe of fresh air.

This was not how you wanted the night to go, you let out a sigh, watching the air turn slightly foggy. Why was Geralt acting like this? Why doesnt he trust you? What's it gonna take for him to see you as an ally instead of a weight he has to carry around?!?!

Ughhhhh you dragged your fingers across your face and through your hair. This was so frustrating! Leaning your head back you closed your eyes and let the cool air wash over your flushed face, relaxing you slightly.

When you opened your eyes again a flash of blue caught your attention. You peered downwards leaning over the balcony slightly to see. Oh it's just some couple from the party..

Wait a minute..

You leaned over more narrowing your eyes, Is that?...no way it can't be...but...you quickly walked back into the party, eyes aimed at the royal families. C'mon where are you??

You scanned every inch searching for the princess but she was no where to be found. The other members were deep in a political conversation and hardly noticed that their daughter had snuck away.

So that was her?? What was she doing? Feeling something amiss you made your way to the entrance and down the long staircase. Ugh stupid heels, you kicked them aside on the steps feeling much more free.

Oh I hope no one trips on them..oops...

You ran around to the side of the castle where the balcony was above you. Frowning when all you saw was an empty garden. Now where did she go?? You stepped further into the garden listening for any out of place sounds.

All that could be heard was the wind rustling some rose bushes and the chirping of crickets.

A girlish giggle made you spring into action. Following the sound you discreetly peeked around a column of the garden.

There stood the princess flirtatiously pressed up again one of the Servian ambassadors you were forced to socialize with earlier.

The man himself was wrinkly and balding, why was the princess interested in him when all night she seemed to detest everything?

Why did her laugh feel...wrong somehow? "Let's go somewhere more...private" she smirked pulling him by his wrist. The puppy you noticed was there as well following behind her. What a well trained dog...

Lifting up your dress again you followed the couple at a distance until you saw them stop at a hanging tapestry on the wall. What are they doing?

Annora smiled and lifted back the tapestry, it revealed a small opening only big enough for one person. She led the way and they soon dissapeared from sight.

After waiting a few moments to be safe, you stepped lightly after them. The opening they went through was pitch dark and every bone in your body was telling you to turn back.

Then you heard the giggles again, sucked it up and moved forward.

You kept walking until you ran into something soft.

What? Oh? Another tapestry? You shoved the material aside and it took your eyes a moment to adjust to the light.

You were in a candlelit hallway with several doors on either side. You heard a door click close and laughter coming from inside.

Hmm well you couldn't just barge in now.. I guess she does like him..wonder what her fiance would think of this. Well anyway it wasn't any of your business..

What a waste of time geez.. you spin around in the direction you came about to pull back the fabric.

"WAAHHHHH" you jerked around when a loud scream broke out. And not the fun kind either.

Without a second thought you kicked open the door with a bang.

"What the fu-" the princess snapped her head around with a growl. "Who the hell are you?!" She hissed.

"Better question, what the hell are you doing?!" You questioned eyes wide in disbelief at what you saw. Annora had bound and gagged the pitiful man. He was tied to the end bed post and sat whimpering on the floor. Why was he so afraid?

"Doesn't matter, you're going to die soon anyway" she smirked and her eyes flicked to something over your shoulder. It was then you realized there was another presence in the room.

Whipping your head around you came face to face with a four legged beast. Its ribs protruded crudely and its body was covered in a sickly black goo. Its eyes were red and fiery and the realization came crashing on to you when you saw the same golden collar around its neck. Fuck...

You blindly felt around for the short sword hidden under your dress. You just managed to grab it in time before the "puppy" lunged. Swinging the sword you caught its face. It hissed in pain and you took the chance to bolt through the door.

A loud growl erupted behind you. You sprinted further down the hallway and about had a heart attack when you saw Jaskier casually walking. His eyes lit up when he saw you but then widened in horror. You grabbed his arm probably giving him whiplash and the both of your were running for your lives. There was no way you could fight that beast in the tiny hallway.

"Jaskier what are you doing here?!?!" You shouted panicking.

"I-I was just following you!! I saw you leave all of the sudden and got worried!!" You both sharply turned into a corner. Thank god for these long ass hallways.

"So mind explaining WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!!" He screamed frantically.

"Princess bad, monster bad, I'll explain the rest later when we're not about to be dog food!!" Fuck you were approaching a dead end, think think think!

"GROWWWWWWWWL" the beast was gaining on you two. You did the only thing you could think of, which was shoving jaskier into an open room and spin around to face the beast head on,

"Barricade yourself in Jaskier!" You shouted.

"W-what no! I'm not leaving you" he yelled back.

Ugh idiot! Theres no point of us both getting chomped! "Then do something to help!" He looked around frantically. Something to help something to help.."GERALT!!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

Youd be lucky if he could hear that..

The beast was finally upon you, its row of razor teeth glinting in the candlelight. Fuck.. one bite and youd be literally chow.

You braced yourself as it charged forward, it leaped up and you waited until that moment to run and slide under it. You were successful but the damb beast was quick to turn around and catch your shoulder with a sharp claw.

"Aghh" you let out a welp of pain as it pinned you down.

"Y/N!" Jaskier shouted worriedly

You gripped your sword and thrust blindly upwards. It howled as the sword ripped through its flesh.

It reacted by throwing you across the hall. You rolled over in pain. Fuck, bad dog.. Its attention was on the frozen Jaskier who lamely held up a candle stick in defense.

"Jaskier run!" You winced getting up again and charging at the monster, you picked up your fallen sword and lunged onto it's back stabbing its head.

"GROOOOOOOOWL" it wildly whipped its head side to side trying to throw me off.

"JASKIER GO NOW!" he wasted no time and bolted around, "I'll go find Geralt!!" His voice faded away with his hurried footsteps.

You couldn't hold on much longer due to the stinging in your shoulder.

You fell off and rolled away nearly getting hit again by its claws.

"Y/N stay down!" A large whoosh of air shot over you as you pressed yourself flat on the ground.

"Geralt!" You exclaimed in relief. He ran over to you and helped you up. Before he could ask if you were alright the monster shrieked. God why wont it just die?!

Geralt grunted pulling out another sword and stepping in front of you.

Jaskier gently pulled you back, "Are you ok? Your shoulder-" he began but you gasped,

"Fuck!" You left him bewildered as you pushed him aside and ran back the way you came. The princess, the man, just what was going on?!?!

You flew into the room, eyes locked on the princess who stood over the unconscious man.

She tilted her head in your direction, and you narrowed your eyes noticing something that wasnt there before. Her eyes were an electric purple, and her hair was flowing around her slightly.

"You're....a mage?" You asked completely confused.

She chuckled sinisterly, "you managed to escape my dear pet, no one has been able before" she walked a couple steps in your direction.

"No matter, I'll finish you off myself" she raised a manicured hand up and the air around you seemed to get thinner.

You tried to step back but some invisible force was holding you in place. Fuck it was getting harder to breathe. Geralt I hate being the one needing to be saved but your appearance would be much appreciated.

"I-if I'm going to die anyway, tell me what's going on".you said in a hoarse whisper. The least you could do is have her distracted why you tried to find a way out of her spell.

"Hmm well I suppose it would be entertaining to watch the horrified look on your face". The side of her mouth flitted up.

"Lemme start by introducing myself, my name is Lisanna, and you're half right, I AM a mage, the princess I'm currently controlling however is nothing more that the poor dear that was too desperate to know better"

"W-what?!" You were on the floor now starting to feel lightheaded, you milked it a little so she wouldnt notice your hand creeping to the back of your head un clasping the long hair pin.

"Yes, it was some time ago I came to the princess in a dream. You see I was cursed along time ago, my soul was trapped outside my body, so I improvised. I summoned the power of the dark spirits and was able to enter whatever vessel I so choose. The only downside is they had to be dying or willing which was very annoying. If the vessel I'm in dies, I die along with it. And as you could imagine there weren't many willing people. But that's when I came across dear Annora here." She gestured to herself.

"T-the p-princess was willing??" you coughed out confused.

"Well, when I found her she was desperate you see. Her marriage had just been announced and she was willing to do anything to escape it. I very graciously, offered a solution. Let me temporarily control your body, and I'll make sure no one forces you to do anything you dont want to again."

You gripped the pin and brought it down by your side, "that still doesnt explain everything? The dissapeances the-" you coughed again.

She laughed to herself, "Oh that? That's just good old fashioned revenge, you see our poor princess has suffered at the hands of these perverted old men for years. No one cared enough to believe her, in fact they shamed her. Does that seem fair? No it doesn't" she kneeled before you and tilted your chin upwards.

"I rather enjoyed kidnapping them and torturing them till I put them out of their misery days later. It was the perfect plan, Runald, got a little excited though and killed the man right here on the floor. It was a truly gruesome sight, but dogs will be dogs" she shrugged as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

"W-why would y-you help?" You whispered shakily.

"Well you see it's all part of the bigger picture, the king is the one who needs to suffer" a look of disgust flashed across her face.

NOW! You jabbed the pin in her neck and the spell dissipated instantly. "YOU BITCH" she shrieked crawling back in pain clutching the bloody pin.

You gained your strength and stood back up running to her. "Why the king?! Answer me!" You tackled her binding her arms with the curtain tassels.

She struggled violently, her neck bleeding profusely. "If you keep moving you'll just bleed out faster.." you glared at her.

"Tell me everything and I might save you.." you stood back up allowing her some space.

"He deserves it! He fucking betrayed me!" She said angry tears beginning to fall down her flushed face. "He said he loved me! He said he'd leave her! And then she got pregnant and he threw me out like garbage! He let all those stupid men influence him! I begged him! And when I tried to kill his bitch which I had every right to do, he got a mage to put a curse on me! He has to suffer!! They all do!" She was shaking now.

You thought over her words for a moment, "So the men..the murders.." You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"Two birds with one fucking stone, the princess and me have similar interests, we deserve justice! It doesnt matter how it happens, one by one or an all out war! They all must suffer! We didnt deserve this!" You looked down quietly ,

"You're right... you both didnt deserve that, but this.." you gestured to the unconscious man, "is not justice, it makes you like them, criminals.."

"So what!? They can call us whatever we want, it doesnt mean anything! If they get what they deserve they can call us whatever the fuck they want!" The angry tears were streaming now.

"No" you shook your head softly. "It does matter, because it's not over for you yet. I won't let it be.." you crouched beside her, "I'm sorry for what they did to you... to the both of you... but there has to be a way..a way to move past the pain and move forward"

She scoffed, "What the hell would you know! You've never suffered like I have".

Memories of your master flashed through your mind and without a second thought you threw your arms around her shaking form.

"I do.." you whispered quietly.."pulling her tightly against you, "Someone came along...someone stronger, and prettier, and better than me...and he threw me aside...like everything we ever went through never happened...he was everything to me and I thought I was everything to him..I felt like the whole world was going to collapse onto me. For a long time I was lost..and so so angry. I too wanted revenge..more than anything..but then I realized I couldn't let him control me anymore..that the best revenge was to live a better life. A life where I didnt have to depend on some stupid guy to give it meaning. And I was ok thinking that I would be alone for the rest of my days. But then things changed because I made them.. I found people who are truly good. And now I thank god that I didnt let myself be consumed by my feelings of rage, because now I'm truly happy...and I promise you" you squeezed her tighter, "your story is not going to end this way.." .

Her soft sobs grew louder as she buried her head in your chest. You smiled gently and with one hand untied her bindings. She immediately wrapped her arms around you and let out all the pain and sorrow she had built up.

"Its going to be ok" you gently cupped her head, "I promise".

When she finally looked up, her tear filled eyes met yours, "It hurts so much" you gently stroked her tears away, "I know, but amazing girls like us cant spend the rest of their lives obsessing over some scumbags now can we?" You laugh softly.

She matches your smile and leans in close to you, "thank you..." she whispers kissing your cheek.

A visible purple aura formed around her before altogether gathering and leaving the princess. You smiled sadly and watched Lisannas soul dissapear through the window.

The princess's body went limp in your arms, a moment later she stirred, "where am I?" She whispered confused and exausted. "Don't worry..you're safe now, everythings going to be alright" you held her close and tied a piece of fabric from your dress on her neck wound. Luckily it wasnt too deep.

That same moment 2 very disgruntled men rushed in, "Y/n?!" Geralt came over and knelt beside the two of you.

"I'm alright..we both are.." you smiled at him. "I'm getting the feeling we missed something.." Jaskier raised his brows looking at the man rousing on the floor.

You couldn't help but let out a laugh as the both of them gave you a weird look.

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After the events you had a long talk with the princess. You were proud as she stood in front of the room and told everyone of the scandalous crimes that the king didnt bat an eyelash towards. Anybody who looked as if they were going to protest were promptly shut up with one stern glare from the witcher.

Everyone agreed that a new era of peace could not begin with a foundation of crimes. The king and queen were arrested by Targeris guards and the princess was crowned queen right then and there.

There was actually alot of protest but a certain mage was able to convince everyone. Something about making the room dark and the floor quake made everyone agree that you couldn't argue with destiny. Thanks Lisanna, I hope to see you again some day. Well as long as your not possessing someone against their will...then again how will she really live without doing that? Eh whatever shes good now, its probably fine...probably..

The princess-well queen now decided that she would not marry the prince, however the peace had to continue. Everyone was too scared to "go against destiny" again so everything seemed to be ok for now.

As for the missing officials, we explained there was a monster but we swiftly took care of them. Actually, doggy poo was turned back to normal when the suffocating spell broke and he sat wagging happily by the queens side. Usually jobs didnt end this happy. Not bad y/n, not bad at all..

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"Ouch.." you wince as rough hands rub a cool salve on your aching shoulder.

"Sorry.." Geralt apologized and tried his best to be gentle.

The mood was peaceful, the only thing illuminating the two of you was a few flickering candles. The two of you sat quietly on a bed in one of the guest rooms. You felt more vulnerable than usual as the dress you wore was pooled on the floor. A thin strapless slip was the only thing covering you. Geralt was gentle as he tended to your shoulder. You felt ashamed at the way you behaved earlier. He was being annoyingly protective yes but..you may have taken it too far.

"Geralt?" You said quietly turning to face him.

"Hmm?" His golden eyes like fire in the flickering light.

"I'm sorry for the things I said...and how I acted...but I'm not sorry for getting upset at you telling me to leave." I said truthfully.

He sighed and I expected a protest, "No I should be the one apologizing.." he finished wrapping your shoulder and gently stroked the bandage

"I know telling you to back off was unfair but.." he looked troubled.

"But?" You urged him on.

He looked down, "Everytime we encounter another monster, I cant help imagine that its going to end up with you almost dying" he looked back up and the look in his eyes was so raw you caught your breath. He was referring to the last time when the visser had almost killed you.

"Geralt..." you whispered leaning forward so his forehead was touching yours. "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere..." you placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned back smiling, "Besides who else are you going to engage in witty banter with? Jaskier?" You teased and a corner of his mouth lifted. "Dont think I've forgotten what you said.." he raised a brow.

"Hey it's not all my fault! Just dont leave me out of things again and we'll have no issues"

"Alright..I promise I won't do that again ok?" He offered.

You nodded your head happy now that you had finally come to an agreement.

He shook his head, "Well at least if you're by me, I can keep an eye on you......speaking of..."

Uh oh bad feeling. Geralt was shifting into scolding mode you could feel it..

You scooted off the bed slightly ready to escape if need be, "Why the hell did you go after the princess by yourself!?" He was more stern now.

"Jaskier? Is that you calling? I'm coming!" You dashed off the bed swinging open the door, "We can talk later Geralt! Jaskier needs me!"

You bolted down the hall ignoring his bark of protest behind you, "Y/N! Don't--ugh" he sighed shaking his head. That woman was gonna be the end of him...but he couldn't help the smile plastered on face. His fingers gently touched where her forehead was. She sure was a special one. He grunted and left the room, now where did she run off too...

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Ok so there it is! I didn't feel very confident about this story but wanted to finish it anyway. Hope it was ok xoxo lemme know if I should write more stories, till next time!

@marvels-gurl @shane-isa-shame @waitingtobeimpressed @viking-raider @dream-alittlebiggerdarling

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Dream SMP x reader Zombie Apocalypse AU

TW FOR GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND KNIVES

CHAPTER ONE 

You decided to go to America for a VidCon. The only reason you ended up going was because SapNap, Karl, Quackity, Dream, George, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo were going. They all tried their best to convince you, but it was SapNap who got you to come by saying “You’ll be able to hug everyone! Even me!” and you couldn’t resist the oppertunity to give hugs to all the people who have made your life so much better. You met up with Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Quackity to go see Vikkstar, and the rest o the group as gonna meet you near the end so you all could head to your hotel. That’s when it happened. Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo went to go talk to Vik while you and Alex went to talk off to the side. You heard from a guards radio that was next to you that there was a zombie outbreak all over America. You played it off as the guards messing with each other. Oh how wrong you would be. You called for the boys to get over with you and Alex so you could go meet up with everyone else. Then, just as you got to the hallway with the front door, you saw a zombie ripping a guys throat out. “COVER YOUR EYES, NOW!” You yelled at the boys, grabbing Alex and covering his eyes with your hand. “Hey, the fuck?” Alex asks, and as he takes your hand off his eyes he sees it. He immediately turned around and tried his best to stop the boys from looking. You grabbed Tommy and Tubbos hands and dragged them to the back door. “FOLLOW ME.” You yelled to Alex and Ranboo. You heard them following you, so you just kept running to the back door. Tommy and Toby finally got out of your grip but kept following you. You all ran outside when you saws the herd. They were everywhere. You decided it would be best of you all went stayed inside but locked the doors. You pushed everyone in your group back inside against the herd of people rushing outside to their demise. “LINK ARMS” You yelled to the boys, and they did just that. You made your way to the front of the line of your friends and linked arms with Ranboo. You all pushed past people trying to leave, and saw the room that you were talking to Vik in. You started walking faster, pulling the boys in your wake. You pushed open the doors, seeing that a couple teens and a family had the same idea. The father of a little girl and teenage boy yelled “SHUT THE DAMN DOOR!” You quickly pull the rest of the boys in and then shut the door. You lock the doors, and then, for good measure, you put doors and barricade the doors with chairs and tables. “So uh, the hell happened out there?” You heard Toby ask. “Zombies.” The little girl responds, clearly scared out of her mind. “Zombies? Are you kidding me? What is this, the walking dead?!” Tommy said with a scoff. “She’s not lying Tom. I saw a girl eating another guy out there. There was a hoard. We really are in an apocalypse.” You say, and you see Tommy and Ranboos face turn to panic. “I-is that why you wouldn’t let us look?” You hear Toby ask from behind you. “Yes Toby, thats why we dragged you guys away. Your too young to see something like that yet. If me and y/n have any say in it your never going to see something like that ever.” Alex says. Then, one of the teenage girls speaks up. “Oh MY GOD ARE YOU MEMBERS OF THE DREAM SMP!!!” The father immediately tells her to lower her voice, that those things might hear. The girl apologized and asked again in a lower tone. “Why yes, yes we are, Dream, SapNap, George, and Karl are here too!” Ranboo exclaims. “OH SHIT. Where are the rest of them! OH god what if we never see them again! Oh no oh no oh nonononononono y/n what are we gonna do?” Alex says, turning to you and looking panicked. “Shhhh Alex their probably fine. I made sure that Dream had one of my pocket knives before we split up. I made sure that he brought it from his house. And besides, you know he wouldnt let anything happen to ” You say while sitting him down and rubbing his back. The mom of the little girl and teenage boy walks over to Tommy, Toby, and ranboo to talk to them and try and make sure they’re ok. A couple hours later, the screaming stopped, Alex is calm, and he and everyone else except you and the group of teenagers is asleep. You notice that the group of teenagers is huddled together and are arguing with each other while trying to be as quiet as possible. You get up try to listen in on what their saying, and hear “We have to leave! Our families are out there!” from one of the boys, and then one of the girls responds “Well zombies are too! I don’t want to fucking die yet Damien!” “Fuck you Alyssa, I’ll go by myself. Come with me if you want, but I’m not leaving them!” The boy, who’s name you now know as Damien, says to the group. They seem to all think he’s bluffing until he starts to move the chairs and tables. They all go ahead to help him with a sigh. Knowing this is a bad idea, you speak up and say “You guys should really stay here you know. There could still be zombies out there.” Alyssa seems hesitant, and Damien says “Mind your own business dickhead.” He then notices that Alyssa stopped helping move things and said “Fucking go with them if your so scared Alyssa.” “You know what, fuck you Damien. I AM going with them. Sarah, Jared, I suggest you do the same.” Alyssa said back to him. Jared stepped forward, but no girl stepped forward with him. Alyssa and Jared decided to sit down in the other corner of the room as the rest of the group finished opening the door. You instantly started pushing the chairs and tables back in front of the door, and it’s a good thing you did too. Right as you finished pushing the last table up, you heard the screams of the boys and girls who just went out there. They pounded on the door, screaming to be let in. By this point, pretty much everyone had woken up except the little girl and teenage boy. Alyssa was crying into Jared’s shoulder and Tommy, Toby, and Ranboo we’re all very confused, asking what was happening. The mom, dad, and Alex had realized what happened when they looked around and everyone in the group, except for the two in the corner, where gone. The pounding on the door stopped and the screams of agony, cusses, and pleads for mercy slowly died out with it. Slowly, everyone went back to bed except the dad. He came over to you and told you to go get some sleep. You where about to complain, but then you realized how tired you actually were. You thanked him, took a glance at the two teenagers who just heard their friends being killed, and then walked over to your friends. You decided to lay down next to Alex, and then finally all the exhaustion from the day all came crashing down on you. You fell asleep the moment you got comfortable.

Haha that was fun to write. I hope you guys enjoyed, cause I sure did writing this. Let me know if I should continue or not.