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Frostbitten, Forbidden.

Hector Condicionado X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: another one shot with my favorite cretin. he's so lovely, i just want to eat him in one bite. hope you enjoy reading this!

Tags: dub-con, p in v, creampie, lots and lots and lots of dirty talk, sensory deprivation (eyesight)

Wordcount: 1.1k

Hector would do anything for you. He made it abundantly clear. From the moment you met him, or rather, from the moment he saw you, he knew he would make any sacrifice, any oblation, just to make you happy. No, he didn't want to make you happy—he wanted to keep you happy. A constant state of pleasure and contentment, all due to his own efforts. 

If you were tired, he would build you a bed frame with his bare hands. If you were bored, he would come up with a story to rival the telling of Shakespeare on the spot. Sad? Paw at his vent and tell him all about it. 

Fuck, he would slice his own palms and use the blood to write one of his novels for you if you wanted to do some light reading.

The only thing he couldn't do for you right now was turn up the heat. His only purpose, his one job, he simply couldn't do. Whether there was some sort of blockage in the air filters or a malfunctioning motor, nothing seemed to be working. 

Dead winter and not a single puff of air to ease your pain. 

It tore him up inside more than you would ever know, watching you toss and turn in bed, layering yourself in blankets that hardly helped. He tried for days to fix it himself. He borrowed tools from Tony, but hell if he knew what he was doing. Bang a wrench against the grate? Plead with the thermostat to co-operate? 

He felt like mold. Worse, actually. At least mold gave the world penicillin. What was he giving his beloved? Hypothermia? 

Your poor, freezing legs kicked under the thin covers in discomfort. He knew he had to do something, and he had an inkling of where his mind wanted to go, but it just seemed risky.

Then again, he'd take any risk to satisfy you. 

Your body was shaking inconsolably at this point. You were miserable. Days of straight ice and still air were starting to get to you. Truly, you were convinced it was colder outside your home than in it, but you wouldn't run the chance of finding out. You wanted nothing more than to drift into sleep, but it was too cold to even hope for a good night's rest. 

Just as you began to give up, you felt the bed dip beside you. That wasn't right. You lived alone. 

You tried to scream, but a quick hand covered your mouth. Was this the end? Jesus, why you?

"Hush, my love, it is I."

Oh. 

You slacked in Hector's grasp. You had heard his voice many times, and although it sounded a bit different outside of the vent, you still felt its comforting tones wash over you. That didn't change your confusion. Why was he out of the vent?

As if he could hear your thoughts clicking, he answered, "I couldn't stand to see you like this. Suffering, when I can do something about it."

You hummed against his palm in understanding. Your eyes flicked across the wall in front of you as you laid on your side. You wanted to flip over and see him. You tried to resist the urge, to respect his privacy, but your body acted on its own.

Hector quelled your movements sharply, firm hand turning your head to face the wall again. 

"You know I cannot have that." His calloused hand covered your eyes instead. He cupped his palm over them to keep you both literally and metaphorically in the dark about his appearances. "Don't focus on anything but my warmth. Let me help you, amor."

He hastily fidgeted with his belt, popping the buckle with overly eager hands. 

"Let me make everything up to you. Please."

"Don't you know what it does to me to have this power over you?" 

Hector had gotten much more into this than he thought he would. Obviously, a chance to get this close to you, to touch you, was heaven, but to have complete control?

This was the stuff of fantasy. 

Total domination, zero vulnerability. An opportunity to act on all the depraved things he had said to you in the vents without the fear of being judged for his looks? Sign him up.

"To have you at my mercy? To have all of your trust?" He bottomed out, pushing your face into your pillow. Gentle, as to not hurt his precious girl. "I've wanted this for so many moons. So much wasted time—god—if I knew it could be like this..."

You moaned a strangled little noise into the fluffy pillow. He hated not being able to hear the full extent of your pleasure, but there would be time for that another day.

"That's right," Hector said, voice syrupy and warm as he spoke to you, "I would've taken you much earlier."

His hands gripped your hips and forced them upwards. He dreamed about this. It nearly felt like deja vu, seeing as how he thought of bending you into these nasty positions many times before. It was almost too good to be true. 

"Maybe I would have snuck out of the wretched vent early in the morning to visit you." 

What a tease.

"Or maybe late at night. Late when you think nobody hears you, touching yourself in the dark." His hips stuttered. He didn't want to cum yet, not until you did. He wouldn't forgive himself if he messed up yet again. "I hear you. I hear every sound, every little noise you make. I turn the air up. Make it nice and loud, so nobody else gets to enjoy the show you put on."

Despite the slight uncomfortableness of the angle he put you in, you could see why he did it. He was hitting deep. Deep and purposeful. It was too much for you to handle, especially with his teasing. 

"If only you would have asked me for help. I would've been out in a heartbeat." 

A sexy, but flagrant lie. The sweet vent-dweller took to hiding deep in the vents when you masturbated, stroking himself recklessly while trying to silence his breathing. He was far too nervous to actually do anything about it and far too ashamed of eavesdropping. 

"Next time you need pleasure," he choked out, feeling your gummy walls flutter around him, "call for me."

If he had any shame in the current moment, he'd be horrified at how quickly he came after you. He was simply waiting for your body's permission before he blew.

"I'm always here for you, love."

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i think i'm already about done writing for date everything, and i just started. i've already gotten some strange pushback from new people about my other works. yes, this is a dead dove account. i often (almost exclusively) write dark content fics that include dark themes (rape, incest, assault). that doesn't change now that i've joined a new fandom. it's hard to get a read on a fandom to see if they're puritan or not, especially with Date Everything due to it being so new, but already it doesn't seem my style. i'll be sticking with jjk and re, methinks.

(if there are any other weird freaks in this fandom, let me know. we can be devious together, but i'm not sure anyone like that loves this game like how i do.)

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okay two posts in a day?? i'm getting a little crazy now..

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Acceptable in the 80's.

Bodhi Windbreaker X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: i know bodhi isn't the most popular dateable, but he is one of my absolute favorites. even if this is totally self-indulgent, i hope somebody else enjoys it too.

Tags: mentions of porn, fingering, handjobs, making out/kissing

Wordcount: ~0.8k

Learning about the modern era was interesting, sure, but Bodhi definitely had a preference for his time. This new, strange world made him feel behind, like he was being left out on a joke, and he was, in a way. Everything moved so quickly, despite how long he had been in his time capsule.  Things were just so different now. Not for the better. 

He told you about it all the time, ranting and raving about the 80s and how much he missed it. 

Movies, he claimed, were so much more entertaining. The actors were talented, the actresses were bombshells, and the special effects were "radical." 

Music was hip and catchy. He didn't mind newer tunes, he could admit that there was definitely more diversity now, but it just didn't hit the same. 

He thought today's fashion was clunky and cheap, that the food was overly processed and strange, and that technology was too advanced for his tastes. Social media? God, it hurt his head. Why did everything have to have an algorithm? And what the hell was A.I.? Living robots—like Johnny Five, right?

When he discovered the less wholesome side of modern internet, he found that he preferred the older alternative to it as well.

Bodhi brought you into the living room, carrying a large box of tapes and magazines. 

"I know, I tell you this all the time, babe, but the 80s was something special," he said, beaming down at you as he dropped the box on the floor. "You just had to be there. Or, in your case, you didn't have to be, because I'm gonna catch you up."

You watched him dig through the box and explain the decade's pop culture. It was interesting, but you mainly just stared at his adorably excited face the whole time. 

Bodhi bounced from topic to topic, clueing you in on his unique world of retro nostalgia. It was sweet, seeing him trip down memory lane.

"Right, and nobody knew George Michael was gay?" you asked, listening to him as he moved onto music of the 80s. 

He shook his head, giving a shrug. "I guess we were all too caught up with Hands Across America to notice." 

He dug at the bottom of the box, scooping up a final VHS. 

"What's that?"

"Last thing for today," he answered, blowing the dust out of the cartridge. "Films."

As he loaded the tape into the VHS player he had managed to find, you raised an eyebrow. 

"Didn't we already watch old movies?"

"Yeah, but this isn't a movie," Bodhi smirked, turning to face you as his finger traced over the play button. "It's a film. You know," he shrugged, "an adult film."

"Oh."

He clicked play and took a seat next to you on the floor. "Pornos were much better in the 80s too," he said, tossing an arm over your shoulders. 

You didn't realize how the video was making you feel until your hand was slowly pumping at Bodhi's cock, eyes flicking back and forth from the screen to him to make sure your movements matched. 

You kissed him softly, your arm crossing his as you both went to work on each other. The position wasn't nearly as awkward as you thought it might have been. Really, sitting so close to him while his needy hands trailed over you, going exactly where you needed him, was heaven. 

You slipped your tongue into his mouth and explored for a bit, nipping his lips when his thumb ran over your clit.

"Careful," he warned through gritted teeth, sucking in a breath, "it's still got five minutes left. Don't wanna cum before that."

You hummed and slowed your pace. It killed you to do so, but the idea of cumming with the actors was too hot to pass up. If Bodhi kept curling his fingers into you the way he was, you'd be on track to do just that. 

You mumbled a bit, making meaningless observations about the video, trying to distract yourself from how close you were. 

"The music in the back is nice," you said, face flushed.

"Yeah, porn doesn't set the mood with background music anymore."

You felt his hand grip onto your hip impatiently. You were sucking his fingers into your cunt deeper and deeper—how could he not get hasty? 

His cock kicked in your hand before it spurted thin, milky cum, but with your own orgasm crashing over you, you could hardly focus on that. 

The porno faded to black shortly after you both finished, the tape ejecting with a click. Sex with Bodhi was always fun, but this time was especially interesting. You wiped his cum off of your palm and shot him a devious smile.

"The guy had a cute mustache."

Bodhi chuckled softly. "Y'like 'staches?" He ran his fingers over his top lip. "Maybe I'll grow one for you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. That is, if you grow your bush out for me," he said, eyeing your mound, "in true 80s fashion."

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people still interact with some of my older works so i don't want to delete them, but they are so disgustingly bad. they are so not reflective of me as a writer and it is horribly embarrassing to think they are peoples' first interaction w me

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Taste.

Hector Condicionado X F! Reader

A/N: quick quick quick little thirst for my sexy vent dwelling husband... ugh i need him bad

Tags: finger sucking, spit play, indirect kiss, oral fixation

Wordcount: ~0.4k

There wasn't much Hector liked about himself. Self-consciousness had always leeched into every facet of his life, more now that you had started being able to see him. It was easier when only he could see you, eyes following your daily life around the house.

What he did tolerate about himself were his hands and his voice. His ability to explain his yearning and desire for you in each word, his voice carrying it. The expressive nature of his hands, nimble and calloused as he reached out towards you. 

He spoke to you through the vents, only his eyes, hands, and arms visible. He felt it was best this way—for you to only see what he let you. Otherwise, well, he feared the worst case scenario. 

He feared laughter. Worse, perhaps disappointment. One wrong look and stifled chuckle would shatter him. He wouldn't take the chance. He knew you were curious, it was one thing he loved about you, but he couldn't yet allow you to see all of him.

For now, you would have to be satisfied with the bits and pieces he gave you. 

Hector held your gaze and your hands, running the rough pad of his thumb over your cheek. He would adjust your necklace here, fix your hair there, massage your shoulders. All simple ways to show his love for you. 

But when you weren't satisfied with that, he had other solutions.

Like now, as he shoved his fingers down your throat, letting his free hand cup your jaw and chiding you to relax your throat for him.

"Oh, my love," Hector cooed, his voice as silky and sweet as honey, "if you cannot handle my fingers in your mouth, how will you handle something more?"

Spit soaked your chin when he pulled his fingers out of your mouth. Wiry strings of saliva connected the both of you. The two, thick digits were coated.

He hummed at the sight. This was so close to what he actually wanted to do to you. He spread his hand apart, watching as the wetness dribbled down his palm and stretched between each finger. He wondered that if the vent weren't so high, perhaps the wetness on his hand would be from your cunt rather than your mouth. 

In a better world, maybe. In this one, he relished in the feeling regardless. 

"It's so unfair, isn't it?" he asked, tracing a finger over your bottom lip. "Truly, we're star-crossed. So close, yet so, so far, hm?"

He drew hand hands away from you, back into the comfort of his vent. With a deeply satisfied moan, he sucked your spit off of his hand, ridding his palm of any trail you left behind.

"At least from here, I can still taste you. I can still feel you."

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this is so me and sukuna but the ending is too comforting for it actually be like him

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i'm sick of meaning i just wanna hold you 💔💔😭

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i'm with your favorite white boy force feeding him ox tail and curry goat

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my drafts keep growing…

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it's hard having huge tits and a terrible personality but someone has to do it

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i'm glad hector, chance, johnny, the hanks, and everybody else is getting so much love in the fandom, but i don't see anybody fawning over bodhi in the way he deserves... this man wrote and sang a whole fucking song off the top of his head for the player AND sounded good doing it (no offense, johnny)

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nobody understands rusame like i do... they're like a gay couple that are also my pets... i LOVE them

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im back and now im in hell, i hate them.

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they're mine you can't take them from me bc i do bite

i'm gonna hide my favorite characters in my bra so nobody can steal them from me

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i'm gonna hide my favorite characters in my bra so nobody can steal them from me

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"Y/n threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun"