#god dammit it would be pretty nice if that happened

[estrangedhermitperson]

I could so go for getting isekaied into a fantasy world where I don't need to ponder the meaningless nature of society and live in the highlands in a seemingly abandoned shack with my pet slime (for he is oh so jiggly)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[flynnriderishot]

What about reader being an influencer who's expressed her interest in matt as a joke with her friends in a video and it circulates everywhere AND THEN! Nick or matt or chris sees it and likes it and then they meet at a party or smthng and reader tries her best to absolutely ignore them but it doesn't work ! Something a bit humorous LOVE U SO MUCH RAH

cute - m.s

a/n: i am 100000% so so so sorry. i didn’t realize i wasn’t following your request fully until i came to post on tumblr 🤦🏾‍♀️ i did the first part of your request the way you asked but when i got halfway, i kind of went completely off whatever came to mind. again, i’m so sorry 😭 i can rewrite it if you don’t like it…. i hope you enjoy it tho

not proofread :(

“how do you stay so positive?” y/f/n read off her phone screen, pulling your attention away from your own device.

“um…delusion.” you smiled at the camera, earning a snorting laughter from the girl behind the camera.

you could see her eyes water at the response. your face fell, though a small twitch of your lip let the viewers know you were about to joke with her,

“it is not that funny. relax, girl.”

she rubbed her eyes, her laughter slowly fading away, yet the smile was prominent on her face, “come on.”

“next question.”

“okay, this a good one. who’s your celebrity crush?”

you took a second to think about it before answering, “he isn’t really a celebrity, but if i were to go ‘famous’, i guess…i would probably say matt sturniolo. he’s really cute, but if we’re talking like, actors and shit, then dylan obrien is the way to go.”

your answer was so vague that you didn’t think it would cause too much of a big impact, but as you glanced behind the camera at your friend, you couldn’t help but take note of the wide eyed look she sent in your direction.

“what?”

she shrugged her shoulders, “nothing. moving on.”

•••

“…then dylan obrien is the way to go.”

chris snorted at the video, his thumb moving him to the comments before he could even think about it.

his eyes narrowed as he read them.

sturniolosqueen bae knows matt?? we’re screwed 😭

| lovelysturn she knows vinnie too 😭💀

| secretlysturniolo yn is not worried about any of y’all, i promise 😭

ynsbabygurl imagine they saw this

floweryln YN, LOVER. THE STURNIOLO FANDOM IS HERE!! TAKE THIS DOWN ‼️‼️

notasturn dammit.

luckilyyn matt being her crush is the highlight on my year

| sturnonfire that’s concerning….

sturnioloscolby “delusion.” IM PEEING 😭

ynsgoddess YN KNOWS THE TRIPLETS ⁉️

| nickssturn NICK WATCHES HER VIDEOS TOO

chris has heard of the girl before, but never really watched her videos since her content wasn’t really directed towards guys like him. but he knew for a fact that he’s heard yn’s voice coming from his older brothers room.

“hey, nick?!”

“what.” the eldest triplet deadpanned, walking into the living room where his brother sat.

“you know her?”

nick didn’t give it much thought as he looked at chris’ screen as he passed, “yeah, that’s yn. she’s a youtuber, why?”

“she likes matt.”

“who likes me?” the man himself walked into the room.

“yn ln.”

nick’s eyes widen, a sudden peak of interest flooding his veins, “oh my god. really?”

“is that not what i just said?”

“i heard what you said, i just didn’t understand it at first.”

“that makes no sense, nick.” chris scoffed, absentmindedly handing his phone off to matt as he and nick started an argument.

“it makes perfect sense.”

matt drowned out the conversation happening between the two, watching the video over for the third time before speaking, “she’s pretty.”

nick glanced at him, “right? what i would do to have her skin.”

matt raised his brow in agreement. you didn’t have nice skin.

“i sent her some lip balm, i’m wondering if she’s got it yet.”

“what does your lip balm have to do with her looks?” chris tried to rile his brother up again.

“stop talking to me.”

matt rolled his eyes, shaking his head softly as he went to his tiktok, just then noticing the amount of posts he was tagged in that mentioned you as well.

your video hadn’t even been out for a full day yet and there were already edits of you two.

one in particular got his attention with song, MMM HMM by Lancey Foux and the ‘boaf’ audio in the beginning of it.

without much thinking, he double tapped the edit, doing some more scrolling through the app before he eventually got bored and went to play a game in his bedroom.

what he wasn’t aware of was the uproar one like would cause between two fandoms.

•••

you sat at your desk, ipad in hand with your phone propped up against a bottle as you were on instagram live.

you were talking to your viewers whilst scrolling through videos they tagged you in. your eyes were bright with happiness at the edit of you to Tipsy by Miss Luxury.

“you guys are too sweet.” you liked the video, moving your eyes back to your phone screen to see an interesting chunk of comments come in almost all at once. “i can’t read all the comments guys, slow down.”

| go to the slaybaeyn acc! they make hella edits of you bae

| yn x sturniolo triplets when???

| LIKE MY EDIT PLEASE

| YN MATT SAW YOUR VIDEO

| hearing you like dylan obrien makes me feel like my soul is connected to you

“i’m not connected to anyone’s soul. don’t wish that on me.” your eyes widen, unsure whether or not the person was joking. one thing you didn’t play around with was spirits and voodoo stuff.

| lmaooo 😭😭

| PLEASE 💀

of course, anyone new to your fandom would have thought you were being rude, but your followers have gotten used to your humor over the years.

the ones having the chance to meet you in person have confirmed that you were just a naturally awkward and dry humored person.

it’s why people loved you so much.

“oh my god, i almost forgot. guys, guess what?”

without even looking at the comments, your eyes moved around your desk in search for something in particular.

“SpaceCamp sent me stuff!” the excitement in your voice had your viewers gushing.

while you made a lot of jokes and did very well when it came to getting other people laughing, it was hard for your supporters to find clips of you showing you were having a good time doing something. a lot of the time, your features were very sarcastic and ‘dry’ so this moment was almost revolutionary.

| her smile 😭🫶

| yn’s yearly happy clip ‼️

| she’s too cute, i can’t.

| SPACECAMP⁉️ AS IN THE STURNIOLO TRIPLETS ⁉️ AS IN NICK ⁉️AS IN MATT ‼️⁉️

| why are y’all acting like she’s unhappy all the time? the girl just has a dry sense of humor and a resting bitch face 🌝

| YN DID YOU SEE THAT CHRIS SAW THE CLIP OF YOU SAYING YOU LIKED MATT???!‼️‼️

“chris saw me saying i have a crush on his brother?” you placed the box of lip balm in your lap, your face falling slightly. “why the fuck didn’t you guys tell me this sooner?”

| y’all done made her mad 🙄

| HE LIKED AN EDIT OF YOU GUYS TOGETHER

| we’ve been tagging you bae 😫🤷‍♀️

you squinted your eyes, looking side to side before sighing softly, “don’t play with me.”

nicolassturniolo has joined the live!

“even when i trust you guys, i can’t trust you guys. i didn’t get tagged in shit.”

| NICKS HERE

| NICKKKK

| HI, NICK

nicolassturniolo you got the package!! i hope you enjoy it

“hi, nicolas.” you vaguely greeted, pretending you weren’t internally freaking out over his presence. “i haven’t tried them yet but i love the packaging. thank you so much for sending it.”

nicolassturniolo so glad you like it 🤭

nicolassturniolo add me

it took a few seconds for the live to connect but nick was now in your live, his face showcasing his happiness.

“NICKKK.”

“YN”

matthew.sturniolo has joined the live!

| HIIIIIMATTT

| MATTYYY

even if you wanted to pretend you didn’t see the comments, the shyness that suddenly took over you let the people know that you were aware of matt joining the live.

matthew.sturniolo the edit by sturnioloxyn on tiktok goes crazy

“matt, shut up.” nick said, residing his brothers comment before directing his attention to you, “so, what’s this i hear about you having a crush on my brother?”

your face pulled into a wince, “oooh. let’s not talk about that.”

“no let’s talk about it.” nick laughed, adjusting his body so he was laying stomach flat on his end.

“oh my god.”

matthew.sturniolo i think you’re cute too by the way 😉

taglist:

@hearts4chris @timmyandsturniolo @mayhem-72 @luvsturns

[igotanidea]

Blocked: Dick Grayson x game streamer!reader

He's so clueless and concerned in this photo it just fits the whole plotline :D

***

„DAMMIT!” her sudden yelling coming from the game room got him on his feet, running inside immediately, in search for any possible threat to her life or health.

„What is going-?” Dick stopped in the middle of the sentence, his gaze focusing on her perked up ass in those devilishly tight jeans. The view he couldn’t stop himself from indulging in for a moment, even if it was as nice as it was confusing. „Babe, what are you-?”

„Damn the stupid Internet connection!” she yelled, flexing and twisting around her gaming computer, playing with some cables and plugs, desperately trying to fix whatever was broken and failing spectacularly. „I was supposed to post a new stream today! I was supposed to do a live! Screw that! Dammit! Why is it always happening to me!?”

„Y/N. Love--”

„Agh!” she groaned in frustration and just to make sure he was not going to be hit with something she might throw his way, Dick took a step back raising hands in surrender

„Princess why don;t you calm down for a moment and --”

„Calm down?!” she snapped ,twisting head his direction, fury in her eyes, blush of anger on her cheeks „How am I supposed to calm down. Redlotus95 is hot on my heels!”

„Red Lotus....?”

„I can’t drop on second place Dick. I’m serious! I’m not giving this little piece of shit the satisfaction of stealing my fans!”

„I think you take it a little bit too far, baby. It was supposed to be fun and relax, remember. What happened to taking things casually? Why the bloodlust?”

„Screw having fun. I am quite literally at war now Dick!”

„when did you became so competitive?”he frowned at her, taking a step forward and peeling the cobweb from her face. Clearly her head office needed cleaning.

„Since I was called a petty girl doing a in a men field!” she cried out, becoming exasperated in a second.

‘I’m sorry, what?” Dick blinked once, shocked by her words. Who in their sound mind, would ever dare to call his beautiful, wonderful and killer girlfriend such words. „gimme a name, Y/n.” he hissed, clenching his fist.

„Dick.”

„A name, love.”

„Can I please see Dick Grayson again?” she rubbed her forehead, the sudden change in his demeanor, his I-will-avenge-her-name eyes included, giving her extremely clear sign of which part of him, she was currently speaking to.

„What do you --? Oh, oh, okay, i get it. But babe, I don’t need to be Nightwing to punch whoever call you that name. I can still do it in my civilian version. I mean, have you seen my muscles?” he grinned, flexing his biceps. „Hands down I can beat anyone.”

„As sweet and chivalry as that is, I don’t need you defending my honour or whatever” she rolled her eyes, equally amused and annoyed. „I can do it myself but I freaking need a stable internet connection and new hardware! I can;t possibly work with this shit!” she had to gather all the strength she had to not kick the device.

„Y/N....” Dick grinned at her, showing literally all of his teeth.

„What--?!”

***

Computer store.

That was the what.  

And damn, let’s just say that were advantages to dating a billionaire’s son, cause she definitely didn’t have to cut on the expenditure.

***

„How does that even work!?”

„Could you be quiet for a moment!”

„ But I don’t know how to use that! What do I do?! Y/N!! What do I do!?”

„You just sit here quietly and look pretty!”

„Oh, that I can do--”

„God!” she groaned, even though deep, deep down inside she was laughing at his beginner attitude. „Hey everyone” she turned to speak to her followers active online waiting for her live stream. Sorry for the little shouting and screaming. That’s what you get when your charming boyfriend try to get involve in your hobby” she chuckled a little.

The comments started appearing a moment after she explained the little commotion and Dick almost jumped on his chair, rushing to read them all.

„Oh, look Y/N! They say hi to me!”

„Mhm.. sure they do.”

„They can hear me now, right? I can tell them hi too?”

„you know I’m starting to question if you were really raised by Bruce Wayne, the CEO of the most advanced technology company in the country...’

„Hey that’s mean!” Dick huffed, his eyes still scanning the comments carefully, almost as if he was watching a villain during his patrol. „but I guess your followers think it’s cute. Oh!” he gasped and smiled wickedly upon noticing one particular message. „Been-there-done-that is asking if you can post a picture of me. Sure she can, I’ll be more than happy to show you my face and --”

She cleared her throat in a  very suggestive manner.

„Sorry...” he send her that flashing smile again and turned back to computer as if keeping his eyes on the screen made the attenders hear him better. „Ok guys, listen up, before we start the -- um--?”

„Streaming session.” she gave him a prompt.

„Yeah, right, streaming session, I got one important message for you all--”

„Oh, no, Richard, don’t--!”

„Fuck you RedLotus95 for talking shit about my girlfriend!”

Youtube blocked her for two weeks.

She blocked Dick for ever attending her live sessions forever.

[asmosmainhoe]

The brothers playing Mario Party

Notes: I am back home and got some fresh and nice headcanons!❤

Gender: neutral

Warnings: heavy language

Lucifer

It takes a looooot of convincing and bribing to get him to play that with you

He has no favorite character. Just press of shuffle and get it over with

After a couple of mini games he becomes slightly competitive. The ones that require a good memory or anything with math or numbers are totally his thing

Whenever he wins those games and you glance over in a stealthy way you can see him shake his fist in victory. Don't let him catch you though otherwise he will be moody and broody throughout the entire game to proof that he in fact does not enjoy it (he does)

At one point he is extremely close to the last star like it's right infront of him, but a computer snatches away, because they threw a higher number. And that's its for him. There is no way he will pick up the game ever again

"This game is an insult and I shall not tolerate such disrespect. Why should I waste my precious time with something that is purely based on luck and no skill at all?"

Then watch him win due to the bonus stars and all of a sudden it was all skill, baby

Mammon

No one stands a chance against him when it comes to the coin mini games and he's also either on first or second place with the others just to get more money

The only problem is that he spends it all on items by the time he reaches a star

"What do ya mean I can't buy it?! Give me the star dammit!"

And then when he actually can buy a star he either switches positions with another character or gets teleported onto the complete other side of the map

I feel like he would choose Waluigi as a character and you give him a weird look for that

"What? He has long arms! I gotta swoop away the money somehow!"

Everytime he wins a mini-game or it's his turn he imitates Waluigi

Leviathan

He's a Mario Party god

You and the brothers have to unite to genuinely have a chance of winning the game and Levi doesn't know how to feel about it. On one hand he's offended that everyone is ganging up on him, but on the other it rubs his ego the right way

But he's the worst when it comes to explaining the controls to the others. Levi is the type to just throw you into it and give you half-explanations during the most heated moments

"How do I jump?"

"With the button!"

"What button?!"

"Don't worry, you died anyways."

"YOU FUCKING ASS WIPE, NEXT TIME ANSWER MY GODDAMN QUESTION-"

If anyone steals Yoshi away from him he will cry

And if you choose Mario he will make fun of you

Satan

It brings out the worst in him. Just leave him alone and nothing will happen to you

Mammon once made the mistake to steal a star from him and Levi had to buy a new controller the same day

The way he gangs up on Lucifer. Even when the first-born isn't on the first or second place he will always choose him to either steal from or play a 1v1 game

"You do realize that you gain nothing by bullying me, right?"

"Wrong. I gain everything I could ever ask for."

He's pretty bad in the mini-games that require a lot of button mashing or evading objects or where you have to stay on a platform for as long as possible

What usually happens with the latter is that he accidently runs off it the moment the game starts

If someone wrongs him once he will make sure that the person does not win no matter what it costs

Daisy is his go-to character honestly. She seems so feisty in his eyes

Asmodeus

He's surprisingly great at the game! His reflexes and precision almost match Levi's in many mini games

But Asmo is always the last one who wants to move on from the training

"Come on, Asmo! It's been forever!"

"Don't stress me!"

The amount of swearing this man does during the game comes to such a surprise for you all. Especially when he's super into a mini game or something like that

Like that one time when Lucifer stole something away from right under Asmo's nose

"You fucking bitch."

The first-born was too stun locked by that otherwise he would have let hellfire rain down on his brother

Asmo immediately fell in love with Peach and Toadette and he takes turn in playing with them depending which Mario Party you guys are playing

Beelzebub

The only one who's here for the fun bonding time with his family. He loves seeing everyone sit together and playing something even if they're all murdering each other over it

Just like Asmo he's doing fairly good with the difference that Beel's luck is unmatched. No one knows how or why, but he somehow always lands on the best spots on the map

When he's the last one standing during team games he gets so stressed out that he becomes like Satan and just walks off the map or something

"You got this, Beel."

No, he doesn't. Why are you making him so nervous?

Someone always has to take over his controller when it comes to button mashing games. There are way too many controllers that got broken by him, because he pressed too hard

He likes playing as Toad or Donkey Kong

Belphegor

Unhinged

One thing about him is that he doesn't play to win. He plays to fuck with everyone. There is no sense or strategy. Only fuckery

Depending on who is on his team during these type of games he will sabotage it on purpose and is all in all backstabbing everyone left and right

He's very dedicated on bullying either Lucifer or Mammon, but Asmo also isn't safe. It's just so funny to hear him screech and curse like a sailor

The bullying is balanced and fair though, but he sometimes does pick out a specific victim like if Levi wins too many rounds then he will decide to make his life miserable for the next couple ones

He chooses Yoshi from time to time to make Levi cry. Other than that he thinks that Birdo looks cool, but he usually goes for villainous looking characters to really bring up the spirit

---

Masterlist

[lizziesblueberries]

She’s yours now

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader

Word count: 3,402

Warnings: Mommy Kink, magic cock, dark!Wanda, mommy Wanda, g!p Wanda, breeding kink, cock warming, belly bulge, bottom!reader, but like reader is on top for once, so I guess power bottom! Wanda?, yandere Wanda, yandere reader?, pregnant reader barely, somnophilia, it’s all consensual, possessive Wanda, possessive reader, smut, praise, Minors DNI 18+

Summary: Fourth part to the, “She’s in your mind” series. It’s just straight smut, and takes place after “Your body is hers”.

Part 3

In an interesting turn of events, you were the one to wake up first. You opened your eyes to see that you were in your bed at home, and a Sokovian witch, lay beside you. She was laying on her side facing you and her arm was draped over your waist. Soft breaths left her parted mouth and her face looked almost tense, as if even in her sleep, she was feeling uneasy or upset. You kept your head turned towards her and watched her, you thought about what happened yesterday, and what it meant for the future with her. She had told you that you were pregnant, and with twins no less, you had never really thought about having kids, always moving around too much in life, and you never really had anyone to love enough to want to start a family with.

Wanda changed things though, you did love her, and while you were a little upset that she didn’t tell you, or even asked for your permission, it hadn’t felt forced, she had done nothing but make you feel safe and loved, and you vividly remembered how good it felt that night to be with her. In a way, she did warn you, and you could understand her eagerness to have a family with you, as you said yourself before all of this started, a mother’s love was no joke. And she was a mother, a very determined mother, but a mother with nothing but love as her motive.

Besides, as you faced Wanda in bed, and took in all the beauty in front of you, you couldn’t help but think how cute your kids would be. You and Wanda, and your children, a family. It sounded really nice, and the feelings of anger started to leave you as you looked at Wanda further and thought of your soon to be family and life together. These feelings then turned to excitement, and even gratefulness. And god dammit you wanted her babies now. A wave of heat and longing rushed over you, and you moved yourself closer to Wanda, you pecked her forehead, and pushed her body to lay on her back. Images of that night came into your mind and motivated you more to gently move yourself over Wanda. She was still asleep and you wanted to keep her that way as you lowered yourself down to her waist.

You moved your hands down to her hips and slowly pulled her sweatpants down and off her, surprised that she still hadn’t woken, but nonetheless smiled in satisfaction that she felt safe enough to sleep in your presence and not be alert to little things and movements. She must be very tired now that you thought of it, always looking after you, taking care of all your needs and more. You felt that you should take care of her this time.

Looking down, you fought back a whimper at the sight of Wanda, you leaned down closer to her core and at the smell of her, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Not being able to hold yourself back, you laid your hands on her thighs to slightly part her for you, and slowly pressed your mouth against her. Closing your eyes, you licked gentle strokes up her pussy until you could tell she was wet for you. You looked back up to Wanda as you head her moan, yet she was still asleep, so you continued your appreciation of tasting Wanda, keeping your eyes locked on her face.

Wanda was starting to squirm in her sleep, letting out pretty little sounds that had you addicted to pulling out more from her. She tasted addicting, and looked so heavenly even in her sleep. Wanting to drag out more from her, you moved your tongue down lower and entered her. This, did give you more, because soon after, you heard her gasp awake, her cunt clenched around your tongue and you moaned into her at the feeling of her walls sucking you in. Wanda’s hands quickly moved to your hair before she could even realize what was happening, and she looked down at you when she did.

“Oh baby, fuck!” She said in surprise and ecstasy. “What- ohh, mhmm.” You cut her off, her sentence turning into a moan as you slid two fingers inside her. Your mouth moving up to her clit, you began to suck on it, waiting for her to catch her bearings as you continued to pump your fingers into her. Her fingers gripped your hair tighter and pulled you closer into her, smooth thighs clamped around your head, trapping you between them to keep you there. Not that you were ever going to stop, you’d happily die from suffocating between her thighs. Her eyes were lidded, but she kept them on you as you ate her out, you could tell she was getting close from the way she could barely keep them open and her moans getting louder.

“Baby don’t stop, keep going right there. You’re doing so well for mommy. Look at you-god-you’re such a good girl for me.” She moaned out. You groaned into her at those words, the fact that she was coherent and still making sure to praise you whilst being eaten out, made you even more ravenous.

“Move your fingers faster baby. Curl them, yes, just like that, oh, you’re doing such a good job making mommy feel good.” She said, as she moved her hand to cradle the back of your head, pressing you harder into her. Doing as she said you moved your fingers harder into her, and curled them just right, sucking on her clit, and watched as she threw her had back, arching into you as she finally came. She let out a long moan, holding you against her as she released into your mouth, you did your best to clean every drop of her, feeling prideful in making her feel so good.

Wanda finally released your head and let her legs relax to the sides of you, and you crawled your way up to her. Her hands wrapping around your back to pull you up to her as she caught her breath. You kissed her neck and worked your way up to her mouth, she hummed as you both kissed, a small smile forming on her mouth.

“Well, I’m not sure what started all of that, but I take it you’re not mad at me?” She asked, after you pulled back. You both looked at each other, just examining one another as you came up with an answer.

“I’ll admit, I was mad Wanda. You can’t just go getting people pregnant without their permission.” You said, and her head dropped at your words, her face holding guilt at making you upset. Your heart hurt a little at the sight. “But, I think we both have come to the realization that we’re not regular people, and that while you love me, I am also in love with you. I had to think about this a bit, but honestly Wanda, I’m incredibly honored and ecstatic to have your children, and I’m not that mad anymore. How could I be, when the outcome of that night is us starting a family. I wouldn’t want that with anyone else, but you.” The smile that appeared on Wanda’s face, after your little speech, made you satisfied with your choice of words and for forgiving her.

“I’m so glad. The last thing I want to do is make you unhappy, and I’m sorry for not asking you first and making sure you were ok with it. I will make sure to ask next time, you mean the world to me and so do our boys.” She said. You were sitting in her lap and she pulled you into her, her face tucking into your neck as you both held each other. You both breathed each other in, as the remaining doubts and worries washed away from your talk.

While you had this little heartfelt moment, that didn’t stop your body however, from letting Wanda know it was effected, by recent erotic events. Your face flushed as you both felt your arousal drip onto Wanda’s lap from between your legs. Wanda’s hands moved and rubbed down your back, she let out a little chuckle into your neck, feeling your whole body heat up, and listened to the frenzied thoughts running through your head.

“That’s right, you must be feeling so achy right now hmm? Tell mommy, what started all of this in the first place? Not that I’m complaining, waking up to my girl pleasing me so well, but I certainly didn’t expect it.” Her hands continued to rub your back in a soothing manner as she said this, mouthing the words into your neck. You relaxed into her hold, her voice coaxing you into warm fuzzy state.

“Just wanted to make you feel good, is all. You take care of me all the time, I wanted to do the same.” You said quietly.

“My sweet girl, there is no need for that, you just let me take care of you, mommy is just happy to have you. Making you happy, makes me happy.” Wanda purred.

“Well maybe, I’m just happy to have you too.” You whispered in her ear, and Wanda gripped you tighter to her.

“You do, babygirl. I’m all yours.” She breathed out. A wave of possessiveness came over you, and you grabbed her face to bring your mouths together and share a very heated and love filled kiss. You let her take dominance over the kiss as she moved her hands down to your hips, and you had to pull away from her mouth to gasp for air, as she made you grind down on her thigh. “You’re so wet for me angel, you’ve waited so patiently for mommy. This poor little pussy has just been dripping for my cock this whole time hasn’t it? You think I didn’t notice how much you loved being filled by me? Be honest, its not just us starting a family that has you accepting your pregnancy, you just love to have your hole stuffed full with mommy’s cum, isn’t that right?” She moved your hips harder against her thigh, as she said this, and you moaned at how right she was, how hot the imagery of her words made you feel.

“Fuck, yes!” you yelped out, as she smacked your ass, not satisfied with your silence.

“That’s not how my good girl is supposed to talk, you shouldn’t be using such bad words, but I’ll let it slide since you made mommy feel so good. Now that we’ve established how you really feel, would my sweet girl like her reward?” Wanda waved her hand, her magic taking away both of your clothes, and as you slid your hips against hers, you felt a bulge there and looked down. You core clenched at the sight of her fake cock, and your thighs closed around her waist from the desire to feel her inside you. Lithe fingers took your chin and tilted your head back up to look at her.

Wanda’s eyes were pools of endless love and desire, the green in them nearly non existent as she looked at you. You stopped all movement just to look at her, trapped in her gaze, she looked very serious, her hand moving to cup your jaw.

“Sit up for me darling. I want you to tell me if you’re uncomfortable with anything or if something hurts, do you understand?” She asked with a calm tone. You knew she was being serious, and your heart fluttered at the concern and cautiousness she gave you.

“Yes, Wanda.” You nodded, making sure she knew you were ok.

“Good girl.”she praised, then moved your hips down to hers, her length aligned perfectly as she sunk you down onto her. You lost all breath as she filled you completely, she was bigger than last time, you could tell from the stretch you felt. You couldn’t take your eyes off her as she did this though, too entranced by the absolute hunger and darkness in her eyes as she looked at you, filled you. You didn’t know what to do, at the moment you were so overwhelmed.

“Breathe angel, breathe. That’s it, there you go, I know it’s so big, but you’re doing so well, taking all of me whole.” Wanda whispered. She caressed your hips, trying to relax you. It was working as you took deep breaths. She pressed kisses against your neck and chest, and you felt her patience and softness relaxing you even further. You started to grind a little on her, feeling her more and getting used to the stretch of her until you started to feel pleasure deep in your core. Wanda took a deep breathe at this, and moved her hands to your ass to move you onto her more.

“You’re ready, that’s good, so good baby. Now move, show mommy how much you want her.”she moaned. You slowly started to increase your grinding until you started to move up and down on her. The feeling turning from slight pain, into hot bolts of pleasure deep in your gut. Wanda let out a whimper and you looked at her, Wanda’s lips were parted, eyes closed, and brow slightly furrowed as she adjusted to the new pace. You suddenly remembered how much you wanted to please her, to show her how much you wanted her. So you pushed on her chest, falling down with her as her back hit the bed, her eyes flashed open in surprise from the movement, your hands now over her breasts as you leaned down to take on into your mouth. She let out a gasp from the sensation of your mouth taking in one of her nipples and her other nipple was getting rolled between your fingers.

“Oh what a good girl, that feels so good. Mommy loves it when you play with her breasts, you do such a good job using that pretty little mouth of yours, keep going baby, my baby.” Wanda spoke in such a nurturing tone, you would have thought she was simply talking to a baby, if it wasn’t for the slight waver in her voice. This only enthused you more, and you decided to try using a little teeth. This was a great discovery on your end because soon after, Wanda jerked her hips up into you and arched her back, letting out a groan from the harsher contact.

You smirked a little, happy from that reaction, and continued to move against Wanda while leaving little bites on her chest. Wanda’s hands moved to grab your hair, but you quickly moved to take her hands in yours instead. She looked at you with curiosity, as you merely clasped your fingers together and moved them above her head. You mouth still on her breast as you looked at her coyly. She went to say something, mouth opening to speak, but all that came out was a strangled moan as you rose your hips up and slammed back down onto her, interrupting any previous thoughts before that.

“You said to show you how much I want you mommy, well I’m showing you.” You said. You quickly moved up and down on Wanda’s cock, the magic warming you from the inside, your hands grasped each other above her head as you moved your mouth up her neck to leave even more bites. Wanda just threw her head back, giving you more room to mark her and moan in her ear as your thrusts grew faster, more sloppy. The little connection you had in your heart with her, gave you a sense that she was close to coming, her magic warmed you as your hearts beat rapidly in-sync. You moved your mouth to hers, kissing her as best you could in your near incoherent state, she kissed you back, you both moaned as your bodies slid against each other, and got closer.

“Mommy, I’m gonna come.” You whimpered into her mouth. This seemed to snap Wanda out of her trance, and she opened her eyes to look at you. She watched as you worked so hard to please her and keep yourself from coming, and she had to keep herself from doing the same. She wrapped her hand around your throat, and leaned up to kiss your jaw.

“Can I cum inside you?” She whispered, looking at you with near pleading eyes. And you moaned out a ‘yes’ immediately. Because that sight and question alone made you want to come right on the spot. With a few quick thrusts up into you, you felt her burst inside you, followed by a guttural, “Fuck.” You came around her cock, squeezing her tight inside you, and you let out moans for each second she filled you with more cum.

“That’s a good girl, take all of mommy’s treat. Been saving so much just for you. Does that feel good babygirl? Letting mommy stuff you full of her cum? Look at you, you look so precious and perfect.” Wanda moved her hand down to your stomach, moving it in circles as she praised you. “God, I didn’t realize how much I had until now. Take a look baby, look how much cum you’ve taken for me.” You looked down after catching your breath, and saw something that nearly made you come again. Her hand moved to caress the side of her waist and move out of the way to show you how much cum was inside you. Your stomach had a bulge showing, and you looked already slightly pregnant from the amount that made your stomach look so full.

“To alleviate any concerns, the babies are fine, and so are you. You did so good, and you look so pretty being all stuffed with mommy’s cum, just how you should be. Just think, you’ll be even bigger in a few months, and I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’ll be then.” Wanda dreamily said. All you could do was moan as she helped to move you around in a complicated manner. You honestly couldn’t even say how she did it, considering you think you blacked out for a few seconds from the pleasure, but one moment you’re looking at her satisfied smile, and the next, she has you laid on your side and her behind you, with her cock still buried deep inside you.

She was holding you from behind, no skin untouched as she molded herself against you, and her slight adjustments to get comfortable kept sending shocks of pleasure (or overstimulation, you couldn’t tell) through you. She had her arms wrapped around your waist, caressing your still full stomach and tucked her head into your neck, breathing you in and leaving small kisses there. You kept letting out whimpers as she just shushed you sweetly. Saying, “It’s ok, you’re safe and such a precious girl to me. Mommy is just gonna leave you like this for a bit, and you’re gonna stay still and take it. You look to pretty and full to just let all this cum go. Don’t you want to make mommy happy? You wouldn’t want all of mommy’s cum to just go to waist now would you?”

“N-no, mommy, I’ll hold it.” You barely spoke out, the fullness making you want to not make any sudden or drastic movements, but you agreed. You did feel good, and if Wanda thought you looked pretty, who were you to deny her and make her unhappy. You were surprised, but honestly happy with it as well.

Another kiss was placed against your neck, then she whispered, “that’s my good girl, I’m so happy. You make me so happy. Thank you for letting me have another opportunity for a family. I wont ever let you go, I’ll make sure you’ll want for nothing and our boys will have the best life, with the best mothers.” You simply hummed in agreement, a small smile forming on both your faces as you snuggled more into each other. The thought of your boys laughing and smiling with you and Wanda, being the last thing on both your minds before you fell asleep.

Part 5

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[makur0]

hello! can i request keito with fem reader where they both got caught in rain while they're on their way home, and keito couldn't help but gets turned on looking at his girlfriend getting soaked, her body curve almost looking visible to some eyes :( when they got back home she noticed that keito has been quite and ask him what's wrong, and then he loses himself and fuck her in the bathroom??

“Just… hold still for a minute.”

synopsis — getting caught in a storm was not on his agenda. but having his dignity washed away by the rain was definitely not what he planned for [keito hasumi x fem! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. semi-exhibitionism(?), pervert! dom! keito, bathroom sex, penetration, creampie, pussydrunk! keito

author’s note — i used to not like keito, but the enstars fandom REALLY changed my mind about that haha… even more so after this i bet.

word count — 1401

“DAMMIT, IT’S STARTING TO RAIN…”

Scowling, Keito tugged you under the nearest overhand as soon as he felt the first few drops, glaring at the darkening clouds. “And it look’s like it’s not gonna stop anytime soon.”

You sighed. “Well, so much for a nice date. Do you think Kuro can pick us up?”

“He’d be driving all the way back from work- and just for a thirty-second drive back to the house?” He gave you a half-hearted glare, and you shrugged. “It’s not worth it.”

“Well, then can we try to make a run for it? It’s still light-“

You were interrupted by a thunderous roar, the rain increasing tenfold. Fat droplets hit the overhang over the two of you, rolling down from the sides and splattering you and Keito.

The latter grumbled, wiping a stray droplet from his glasses. “Well that’s great. I don’t think we should— the weather is dangerous. But it’s more dangerous for us to stay here, so I say running back to our house is our best bet…”

You didn’t wait for him to finish; you were already off. The male let out a noise of surprise, going to scold you, but relented and joined you in the pouring rain as the two of you raced back home.

He would glance towards you frequently, but the more he did it the harder it was to look away. The rain had soaked through your blouse, the material sticking to your skin and becoming so translucent that… dammit. Why were you wearing such a pretty bra— wait, why was he even looking at that?! How undignified can he be?

And the fact you were basically flashing yourself in public… god, he was losing his mind at an incredible rate. He couldn’t think straight, forgetting both yours and his wellbeing as he almost tripped over the curb of a sidewalk and slipping towards you. You didn’t think much of it, deciding that he was just having trouble in the rain.

Yeah, the rain was making his face red and reduced him into a stuttering mess as you tried to get the house keys from him. Yeah…

You breathed out a sigh of relief as you finally stepped in your house, away from the rain. Caring less about the water prints you left around the house, you rushed to the bathroom to dry up and changed. Keito hesitated, hovering over the entrance as he tried to process what just happened.

Did he get turned on? Yes. Should he do something about it?

…Yes??

- - -

“Keito— are you alright? Why are you acting so weird?”

The said male mumbled out an inaudible response, burying his flushing face into the towel he dried his hair with. When he peeked up, you couldn’t help but coo at his pout, his eyes more prominent without his glasses. “Seriously, what’s wrong?”

“N-nothing,” He muttered, obviously lying. Deadpanning but not wanting to feed into the nonsense, you just sighed and turned around to reach for your hairbrush.

“Can’t you just stop acting like a baby for once? You-“ You cut off with a jolt, feeling Keito’s still-damp hands grab your waist tightly as he pulled your back flush to his chest. The hairbrush hit the tile with a sharp noise, but that soon was forced into the back of your mind as you stared at the male a bit closer. “Keito??”

He seemed to whisper an apology, but after glancing at you in the eye he raised his voice. “Just… just hold still for a minute.”

“What?”

One of your free hands grabbed the side of the sink, instinctively grounding yourself as your boyfriend suddenly shoved his hands under your belt and down your thighs, bringing your pants and underwear along with it. You made an effort to jerk away to his boldness, but shivered and froze after you felt his hot breath on your neck.

He was desperate desperate.

In fact, he was so whipped that he didn’t even bother to apologize, which was saying something because he usually does whenever he jumps on you out of the blue. Right now his mind was set on getting himself off, with you in tow.

He got into foreplay quickly, his deft fingers rubbing your swelling nub and folds. Flinching, your other free hand lifted up to cover your mouth but Keito beat you to it, slipping two fingers into your mouth just as he nipped at your shoulder.

You were going to lose your balance soon- with your boyfriend working you with both his hands and mouth, you felt the inescapable adrenaline he was feeding to you. When he saw your legs buckle visibly and your eyes clouded, he picked up the pace on your cunt, faint squelching sounds reaching both of your ears. You came with a soft whine, your hands going to grip Keito’s shirt as he fingered you through your orgasm. Fatigue was already creeping up your body as you caught your breath, but the knowing grip he had on you said that you weren’t resting just yet.

“You came so easily,” Keito observed out loud, his lack of tone making you shiver. “Glad to know I wasn’t the only one craving this.”

“Just hurry up…” Grumbling, you reached back to press on his ass, the force making him grind against your own. His bulge was prominent, and when he felt the clothed sex rub against your heat the both of you groaned. “Make it quick.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” He snapped, but obliging to your words as he impatiently tugged his pants off and let his cock spring out of his boxers, resting on the curve of your back. You bit your lip, grabbing it to align with your hole, but let out a small grunt of shock as he pushed you against the sink, pinning both of your hands on the cold marble.

Any complaints that were about to bubble out soon grew into rushed moans as Keito slipped into you effortlessly and immediately started to rut into you, shying grunts slipping through his lips as his eyes screwed shut.

“Oh fuck-!” Your head fell on the marble top, the coolness of the stone competing with the raging fire your boyfriend was now fueling. Being louder than him right now, your pathetic attempts to speak echoed through the bathroom walls, your own lewd moans reaching your ears.

Your hands were let go a while ago, Keito’s arms instead wrapping around your waist as he almost lifted you up every time he slapped his pelvis to your cunt, feeling your previous orgasm string off between your thighs and his hips. At this point he was so lost in your cunt that he didn’t even slow down for you when another numbing orgasm rolled over you, your cries white noise to him, as all he could focus was how tight you were wrapping around his cock.

“K-Keito- ghk- t’fast-t~!” You struggled to shied away from him, but he’s had you wrapped around your finger for this long, he can’t let go now especially since he’s nearing his high. Letting out a tsk at you antics, he muffled your complaints with a hand, his grip tightening around your jaw as he nipped at your ear.

“Just be my little whore for a bit longer,” He spat out, his breaths shaky as his pace became ragged and inconsistent. “Bit- bit longer…”

The tears that were gathering around your eyes finally fell as you felt Keito push even harder into you, soon feeling warmth explode in your cunt as he pumped you full of his seed. That feeling alone was enough to wrench out a third orgasm from you, your body convulsing violently. Finally the male slowed to a stop, collapsing onto your shaky figure as the both of you held on the sink to stay on your feet.

You couldn’t see it, but felt Keito’s seed drip out your hole and trickle down your thighs when he pulled out, shivering as you felt his fingers scoop it up and finger it back to your hole.

“Jesus, Keito…” You let out a breathless laugh, turning your head to see his flushed face, the post-orgasm finally clearing his head. He tried to hide his embarrassment, but his bright red ears gave it away.

“Let’s- let’s just get cleaned up. And not a word about this.”

TAGLIST: @ibaraluvr @sugarsweb @himeru-soulmate

[alittlebitofeverythingtbh]

Keep Your Eyes On The Screen

Corey Cunningham x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, fingering, threatening, cursing, etc

Halloween night was pretty much the same every year. You invited your friend now boyfriend Corey over to watch some scary movies and eat far too much candy. You were throwing various mini chocolate bars into a bowl as well as lollipops and Smarties when you heard your doorbell ring. You set the bowl onto the table and went across the house to open the door. You were shocked to see that there was no one there. Feeling a bit creeped out you called, “hello? Anyone there?”

“Boo!” Corey yelled as he jumped from the bushes onto your doorstep. You couldn’t help but jump a bit, “dammit Corey!” He grinned, “sorry baby, I had to.” He was wearing a casual outfit that looked really nice on him, his glasses notably missing. You rolled your eyes playfully, “in this town? Thank god it was you and not Michael Myers or something.”

Something flashed in his eyes as you said that, but you didn’t notice. Instead you moved aside and let him in, locking the door behind you two. Corey went over to the tv stand that had a pile of movies on it, looking through it before picking up the original Scream, holding it up to you with an eyebrow raised. You nodded, “yeah that’s a good pick.” You walked back into the kitchen and brought out the giant candy bowl. Corey laughed, “holy crap, that’s even more than last year.” “Yeah and last year we ate the whole bowl, thought I’d stock up in case.” Corey grinned at that as he unwrapped a Hershey bar, “it’s gonna be gone, I can promise you that.” You slapped his arm playfully as you took his coat to hang up, “Corey Cunningham you better not eat it all!” You heard him laugh again as you hung his coat on the rack behind you, as well as the distinct sound of another candy wrapper being opened.

You two were settled on the couch not long after, you pressed up against his chest as you watched the horror film you both had seen multiple times. You had gotten to the bathroom scene in the film when you felt Corey’s hand move slightly. You thought nothing of it until you felt your waistband get pulled. You turned to look at Corey, who had a dark look as he continued watching the film, acting as if he wasn’t about to put a hand into your pants. “What are you…” you started. “Shhh, just watch the movie,” he whispered, his fingers now teasing the front of your underwear. You shivered, “Corey how am I supposed to do that?” He turned to you, looking at you seriously, “keep your eyes on the screen, baby.” Already feeling yourself get excited, you listened to him. You went back to watching the movie as his fingers pushed past your underwear, slowly rubbing circles on your clit. You let out a small whimper, making Corey grin again. “Poor thing, all needy for me,” he whispered, “already so wet, too.” Not a moment later, the first finger slipped into you. You let out a shaky moan as he began to slowly pump it into you. “So tight….” he whispered, “you’re so tight.” Your attempt to focus on the movie was already getting so hard, but you wanted to do it for him. That would get harder when you felt a second finger slip in beside the first. You moaned out his name as he chuckled, “good girl. Being so good for me…”

Corey’s fingers began to speed up a bit, and you bucked up against them. You were now at the part of the movie where Ghostface attacks Sidney at her house, and that gave Corey an idea. “I wonder what would happen if I had a knife to your throat. Would you squirm for me? Beg for mercy?” “Oh fuck…Corey,” you whimpered as you turned to face him. His free hand shot up and grabbed your jaw, “did I say you could look away baby? I don’t wanna have to punish you.” His fingers stopped moving inside you, causing you to look back at the screen with a whimper. “Good girl, keep watching the movie while I take care of you,” Corey whispered.

He kept fingering you while the movie played, voicing all of his fantasies to you for the first time. “Maybe I should wait until you’re asleep, break through your window, and hold a knife to that pretty little throat. I can just imagine how confused and scared you’d be, at my complete mercy. You’d like that baby? For me to take what I wanted?” His fingers sped up, causing you to moan even louder. “Maybe I should tie your hands together,” he continued, “and just use you over and over again. That knife still against your throat, and my cock deep inside you. Or maybe I’d stalk you around town, following you home. Sneaking inside and waiting for my chance to pound you into your mattress.” You whined his name as his fingers sped up again, “fuck…Corey…” He grinned, his eyes darkening as he felt you get wetter as he described these scenarios. “Sounds like my baby wants that, huh? Sounds like she wants to be afraid as I fuck her. Maybe I’ll wear a mask, and you won’t be able to see my face. You can pretend it’s a real intruder taking what he wants. What he needs,” Corey said as he finally added a third finger, growling as he felt you tighten up around them.

“Corey…” you whined, “I’m gonna cum.” “Yeah? Is my baby gonna cum for me? Cum on my fingers thinking about how I can take advantage of her? And use her over and over again?” he leaned in closer to your ear, “then do it. Cum all over my fingers like the little slut you are.” Not a second later and you came around his fingers with a sob, bucking wildly on them as he continued to push them into you. Even after you came, Corey kept pushing them in and out of you, overstimulating you with a grin. Finally, he stopped. You laid back against the couch trying to catch your breath when you felt the couch move beside you. Corey moved to the floor and took your pants and underwear all the way off, spreading your shaky legs apart. He looked up at you with another grin, “keep your eyes on the movie, darling.” You went back to watching Scream as you felt his mouth on you, starting again.

You were gonna be there for a while.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Also gosh had musings on the various "Gabriel is attacked" episodes and at first I was like:

"Oh in Bubbler they go and trash Gabriel's stuff!"

But then I realized Nino as Marinette's friend and having a crush on her likely does not get as close to Adrien as canon. Adrien after all is not actively distancing himself from Chloe but actively hanging out with her & maybe even sitting around her depending on how that shakes out. He's not antagonistic or super suspicious they just aren't super tight. Plus Adrien & Chloe likely decided to just have him sneak out for a party instead and don't bother bring Gabriel up at all.

Simon Says would likely still happen, but its possible Adrien's not at the studio or is even at home in which case its more like. "God dammit dad, you had your first conversation with another human in weeks and you Alumatized them in under thirty seconds!"

If he was at the studio I imagine it'd be more like:

"You can't risk going back to save your father!" "... I..." "He wasn't planning to actually, we're going to get bobba tea!" "What?" "Yeah, he's a grown man, he can take care of himself."

XD

Style Queen:

Style Queen: Where is Gabriel Agreste!?" Adrien: (Again with this?) I will happily show you to my father. Style Queen: What? Hawk Moth: What? Chloe: Ahahaha!

I mean Nino did decide to befriend Adrien immediately so they could still be friends! He sees that Adrien is pretty nice and did call out some of Chloé's actions so he's more in the 'okay you're cool let's get you some better friends!'. (might pave the way for Adrien to have him and Chloé learn to get along).

Rip to the Simon Says incident tho hahaha.

[irkimatsu]

It’s just another day at the casino, as he’s making the rounds he notices someone new. They’re new to hell, he can see it in the way they act. Fresh meat.

Such a pretty thing too, hell would just chew and spit out something as sweet as them.

So maybe that’s why he decides to head over to where they are, although he’d convince himself it was just to get another soul or figure out why the hell they were in a casino if they weren’t gambling let him steal your money dammit

And he definitely didn’t feel nervous or hyper aware of how warm the room suddenly felt, or how nice you smelled, or how you seem to have such a pretty smile as he decided to strike up a conversation

And maybe the churn in his gut when you look at him afraid after he’d just won his game was just some cheap booze or he’d need to talk to the chefs about the bar food they were serving

And so what if he likes you better than any other plaything he’s had? You both do a damn good job of pleasing each other, and he can’t imagine making anyone else feel that way, or make them make those pretty sounds, or holding them that gentle after. He never used to do that why the special treatment with this one?

And if he happens to have some free time, so what if he’s hanging out with you? No he totally wasn’t staring at you instead of the movie!

And so what if he likes your conversations and quality time? So what if he cuddles you and brings you to bed for more than just sex? Oh what, is it illegal to bring someone flowers now?!

And it’s as he’s looking down at you curled up into his side sleeping peacefully he realizes maybe he didn’t entirely lose his ability to live years ago after all.

I’m going feral for this man.

-Sideways Salsa Anon💃

aaaaa this is so precious anon <3

I love domineering Overlord Husk who takes what he wants and makes sure no one else can even have the scraps... but when that greedy monster falls in love, god, there's nothing like it.

Of course he doesn't believe he could fall in love again. You have to build a pretty damn thick wall between yourself and others' feelings if you're going to make it anywhere as an Overlord, and it doesn't help that the alcohol has been numbing his emotions since before he even died. If he ever felt love before, he's forgotten what it was like by now. But as he gently holds you, something stupid and low-key playing on the TV, and that rush of Feeling bursts through the drunken haze like a river smashing through a dam at the sheer banality of it all... he's not even doing anything, and yet this is the happiest he's been ever since he died...

Fuck. Nothing like it.

[dckweed]

well hidey ho, been a minute. I've had a rough few weeks and I'm not 100% sure I'm totally in love with this part for Sugar Sweet but it's okay because i know it's building up to something. How are yall doing? Also, my requests are OPEN for any top gun asks.

warnings: mentions of weight and poor body image, but that's about it. this whole part is literally just Jake and sugar being oddly domestic bc for some reason the thought of Jake being a domestic kinda guy just feels right.

summary: you and jake have breakfast on a rare day off for both of you.

word count: 2,512

SUGAR SWEET, part two.

"GOD DAMMIT, BECKY!"

Irritated as you were by the man showing up at your door, and even more irritated by Pete thinking you could get along, you knew that you didn't have a choice. You couldn't afford not to have a roommate, not with the giant stack of over due bills piling up on the desk in your living room. You trusted Maverick's judgement about his character, he seemed nice enough as annoying as you had a feeling he could be just off your last few interactions with him, he also seemed like a pretty straight shooter and you felt like that would be good company to have around your brother after what your last roommate had been doing behind your back. 

The tour of your home was short, you lived in a small three bedroom cottage, just three houses over from Penny, and there wasn't much of it to see. You had shown him around the kitchen, to the shared bathroom and had let him look around the second biggest bedroom that had once been yours, but would now be his. After running over his shared portion of the bills, and letting him know that you didn't mind cooking for him as long as he chipped in on groceries, you two shook hands and called it a day. 

A couple days has passed since he'd moved in, and honestly, you'd been working so late the past couple of days that you hadn't even noticed him. Your brother said that he liked him well enough, he thought his job was the coolest thing ever (which seemed to boost Jake's ego more than it needed to) and he seemed to enjoy having him around, something you couldn't be mad at. 

You were up early on your fourth day of having Jake as a roommate, early enough that you assumed he was already on base, because he always seemed to leave in the dark, early hours of the morning, and definitely early enough that your brother was still asleep. It was Saturday, he wouldn't be up until well after ten in the morning. It also happened to be one of your rare days off, and you were planning to go use your free membership perk at the gym, but not before making breakfast. 

The kitchen was probably your favorite place in the house, it wasn't the biggest or the nicest by any means, but it had always been somewhere that felt like home to you, especially when it held so many happy memories of your father. Knowing that your brother slept like a boulder, you didn't have any qualms about turning on your bluetooth speakers and letting your favorite playlist play through them, singing along happily to the lyrics as you cracked eggs and drizzled oil on the bottom of your biggest skillet to start some hashbrowns and peppers together. 

The smell of food is what woke him up first, the aroma of the peppers roasting in the pan and some bacon frying hitting his senses like a god send. Jake hadn't had a proper home-cooked breakfast in a while, and just the thought of it drove him to swing his legs over the side of the king size mattress he had bought and shuffle over to his dresser, that had clearly been your own at point. He shoved his legs into a pair of gym shorts, he figured you would find it impolite of him to go wondering about in his underwear in your own and he was all about being a gentleman. 

As he made his way down the hallway, the music is what perked his ears up. He grunted a little, running a hand through his surely messy hair as he made his way into the living room, he was too tall to look through the breakfast bar slot without needing to crouch so he rounded the corner, stopping in his tracks as his eyes found you. He had to admit, you were quite the sight dancing in an extremely oversized t-shirt with what looked like nothing but panties on underneath, your thighs on full display. He had to tear his eyes away for a moment, afraid he was going to pop a boner as he watched you bend over to grab something from one of the lower cabinets, singing along perfectly to whichever song was coming through the speakers. You looked relaxed, he dared to say that you even looked happy, like you thoroughly belonged right there in that moment and something about that was insanely breathtakingly beautiful to him. 

He could have watched you like that for hours, but he knew that would be creepy and that you would probably catch him at any second. Jake clears his throat, leaning against the door way on his shoulder. "So, Sugar, do you do this often?" He asks, hiding a chuckle as you jump and turn, your eyes narrowed. 

Jake had scared the absolute shit out of you, but you weren't about to show him that. "Make breakfast? Yeah, every morning." You say, rolling your eyes. "Do you always walk around without a shirt on?" You turned your head back to the stove, hoping he wouldn't notice the blush creeping along your cheeks. He looked good standing there like that, his entire toned stomach on full display, biceps too as he crossed his arms over his chest. He was a beautiful kind of man, and you could stare at him for hours. 

"Do you always walk round with just your panties on?" He asks with a scoff, pushing off of the door frame to pour himself a cup of coffee as his eyes locked onto the pot that smelled like it was freshly brewed. You make a squeak of a noise and furiously make sure your shirt is covering your bottom. "How do you take your coffee, sugar?" 

You glance over at him, watching him grab two mugs from the cabinet right above the coffee maker. You wondered how he knew the color changing star wars one was your favorite. "Black." You say, giving the potatoes and peppers one last stir before putting them onto a serving platter next to the eggs and bacon you had made. "And my name isn't Sugar." 

"Woman after my own heart." Jake says, ignoring your annoyance to his pet name andbpouring himself a cup of coffee the same way before taking them both over to the kitchen table. "Also…star wars?" He opened up the curtains next to the table, he had a feeling that you liked the morning sunshine. 

"Are you really about to bash me for star wars right now, hangman?" You ask, humming appreciatively as you set down the large serving platter before going to grab plates. You had made more than enough for the both of you. "Don't you usually go to work before the sun comes up?" 

Jake makes a noise as he sips at his coffee. "Damn girl you make it strong.." He says, sitting down at the round table to your left 7side after subconsciously pulling out your chair for you before you came back with the plates. "I'm on standby most weekends, much to my annoyance. I'd rather spend my time on base or in my plane..but, i use the weekends for heavy work at the gym..don't you usually work every day?" 

You set a plate in front of him with some silverware on top before sitting down in the seat he had pulled out for you. "I have a rare day off..but I'm working the Hard Deck tonight.." You say, scooping food onto your plate before sprinkling some hot sauce over your eggs. "So you're going to the gym today then?" You ask, rethinking your plans to go. 

He nods, grabbing the bottle of hot sauce after you set it down to pour over his own plate, completely covering everything on it. You cringe at the sight. "That must be a guy thing." You mutter, shaking your head at the man. Jake only hums as he scoops up a fork full of egg and potato and shovels it in. You watch as you eat your own food, him already halfway through his plate in a matter of minutes. You take note of the way his forehead shines with sweat and his cheeks and nose tinge red. You want to laugh but it reminds you so much of your father and brother. "Spicy?"

Jake shakes his head. "Not spicy enough." You drop your jaw. With sweat dripping down his face and his skin red, how was it not spicy enough? He reaches an arm across the table and grabs the hot sauce bottle again, it was one you had made yourself, a recipe you had thought interesting. "This is good, did you get it at a farmers market? It's really fresh." He says, coating what's left of his eggs once more. 

You can't help but to wonder if all that time spent in the thinner oxygen so far up in the atmosphere has somehow altered his brain. "I made it." You say simply, picking up your half eaten plate of food and heading towards the sink. You dump it down the garbage disposal and start gathering the rest of the dirtied breakfast dishes, washing your skillets by hand. Just as you're about to start loading the dishwasher you feel Jake next to you, setting his plate down on the counter for you to clear. 

"You really made this?" He asks, clearing all the condiments and things off of the table. You felt awkward, not used to anyone helping you clean the kitchen, that had always been left up to you. 

"Yeah, saw a recipe on pinterest and thought I'd try it out..Kai loves hot sauce, always complains the store stuff sucks." You didn't mention that your father had always made his own as well, which is why your brother complained about the store bought crap you had been recently putting in the fridge. 

Jake hums while you finish washing up the mess you'd made, you don't say anything moreand neither does he until he thanks you for the food and leaves the room, you hear his feet travel down the hallway and the click of his bedroom door. You breathe out a sigh, wondering why you felt so tense and awkward around him. 

You don't dwell on it though, and head to your room to get ready for your day. You figure you shouldn't avoid going to the gym just because he was going to be there, you missed working out and it's not like you didn't need it either. You're quick to change into a pair of spandex shorts and one of your fathers baggy old t-shirts, throwing your hair up into a claw clip before before heading towards the living room. 

You're putting on your sneakers when you catch a peek9f of Jake through the breakfast nook window, he's got a giant tumbler bottle next to him, and a good five or so small tubs of something. He's humming to himself all as he mixes a bunch of it into the tumbler bottle. "Watermelon or Fruit Punch?" He questions to himself and you can't help but to giggle a little when he glances down at his white athletic shirt that clung to his upper body tightly. "Watermelon doesn't stain as bad as fruit punch." 

"Do you always talk to yourself when you're alone?" You ask, catching him jump in fright as you round the corner into the kitchen. You couldn't help but to think it was your own form of payback for earlier. 

"Sugar, I am my own best friend, no one gives me better advice than myself." You felt like you lost braincells when he turned and winked at you. "Want a pre-workout shake? I have Blue Raspberry, orange, Watermelon.."

You cock your head at him. "Pre-workout?" You hated to sound dumb, especially because you worked in a gym, but you really had no clue what he was offering you.

"It gives you the extra boost to get through your workout, helps with recovery while you're working out..good for the muscles too if you buy the right ones, like me.." He said it so matter of fact that you didn't think he was punking you. "Caffeine, basically."

"...then why don't you just drink coffee?" You ask and it must have been a dumb question because he looks so bewildered. He slaps his hand down on the counter top and shakes his head, mouth open. 

"Sugar, coffee and pre-workout are not the same thing." He says, almost offended by your question. "Has your brother taught you nothing?" 

You roll your eyes, exasperated. "Okay, well, I'm headed out. I have to go to the grocery store after I'm done at the gym, text me if you want something specific..have fun with your Caffeine on steroids." You grab your purse and keys and head to your car. 

It's already god awfully hot and you damn near cry when you remember the air conditioning in your car is broken as you slide into the already boiling interior. You toss your bag into the passenger seat and put the key in the ignition, turning it. It makes a choking sound. Confused, you turn it again and it makes a wet cough type of sound. Hoping that maybe it's just because it's old and needs a few minuets sometimes, you turn the key for a third time and this time, there's not a single noise or sign of life. 

"God dammit Becky you piece of crap!" You holler slamming the driver side door closed. You so could not afford this right now. You hoped it was easily fixable and were just on your way back inside to see if you could call Maverick to come help you out, or even wake up your brother and see if he could check it out, when Jake came walking down the driveway towards his truck parked on the curb. 

"Who's becky?" He asks, glancing down at the car and then back to you before making the assumption. "..need a ride?" He unlocks his beefy GMC pick up and tosses his bag into the back seat. You're about to protest, not wanting to drag him off to the grocery store on his day off from work but he beats you to it. "Come on, it's not like i have anything better to do all day, I'll even look at your car when we're done at the grocery store.." 

Honestly, you should have said no and turned right around and gone back inside, because this? This day was the start of your downfall, the beginning of your heart somehow totally belonging to Jake fucking Seresin without even so much as a warning and even more honestly? You would so do it all again if it meant you'd got to relive every moment of this day knowing full well what it was going to lead to. 

@novagreen04 @t4medicroe @dempy @djs8891 @potato-girl99981

[tonberry-yoda]

Out Like a Light - Cole Cassidy

notes - my tumblr bbygurl bff gave me a cute little brainrot, so i had to write this tee hee. Honestly, thank you for sharing his beautiful face with me dude because i forgot how much i loved this cowboy. Would kiss, 10/10 word count - 585 summary - you finally get a break from your job, but miss your boyfriend. when he comes home, you don't have much of a break, but get to finally relax with him like you wanted <3 tags - @cerezzzita <3333

You hummed to yourself while you made dinner, wearing nothing but a tank top and some low sweatpants. Today was a good day, so you were smiling like an idiot while the frying pan was sizzling.

Not often did you get breaks from Overwatch, but when you did, it was always a good time where you could just stay home and do whatever you wanted.

It just kind of sucked that you couldn't spend that time with your boyfriend, who didn't get to take the day off.

But then again, it was always nice to get a break from that cowboy sometimes.

Speaking of, you heard the door click open and the spur of his boots clink on the ground.

"Cole, baby, is that you?" you asked over the sizzling food.

"Yup. Just me, pumpkin, don't worry." He sounded tired.

"How was your day?"

You saw him turn the corner and gasped as he was covered in scratches and bruises that were covered up to their best ability.

"Oh my god, what happened?" you asked, rushing over to him.

"Oh this? It's nuthin'. Don't worry about me, m'kay?" He pressed a kiss to your forehead and took a seat at the dining room table.

"Dammit, Cassidy, I hate when you come home looking like this."

"You've come home worse." he chuckled.

"Yeah, but I can deal with it. I don't like you all hurt."

"I'm fine." he reassured you, watching you cook. "It's just little stuff, that's all. Hurts like hell, but I'm fine."

You sighed. "You better be."

"You know what would help though?"

You cocked an eyebrow when you saw him smirk. "What?"

"Warm dinner. A nice shower. And some cuddle time with my honey."

You smiled. "That does sound nice."

He stood up and walked over to you semi-weakly, but managed to wrap his arms around you, rubbing his thumbs lightly over your waist.

"Smells good." he said.

"Thanks."

"Mhm." He kissed your head and leaned his chin there, just watching you cook. "How was your day off?"

"Relaxing. But I missed you."

"Course you did."

"Shut up." you giggled, plating both of your food.

As you two ate, he told you all about his day fighting dozens of different people and winning, but leaving with pain like no other. How Torb had to swoop in and help, trying to carry Cassidy's fat ass.

You laughed with him and he couldn't help but blush at you.

"All right. Wanna take that shower?" You took both of the empty plates and put them in the sink for later.

"Yes please." he sighed.

You pressed a kiss to his jaw and led him to the shower.

You helped wash all the dry blood off of his body and even washed his hair, which he nearly melted due to the way your nails dug into his scalp.

After the shower though, he wanted to spoil you and carried you to your bed, pressing kisses all over your face.

"St-Stop!" you giggled. "Be careful, Cole, you're still recovering."

"Eh, I'm fine." He kissed you on the lips and looked at you with loving eyes. "If anything, this is making me feel better."

You cupped his face and gave him a kiss on the nose before scratching his beard. "God, you're so pretty." you told him.

He laid next to you and held you in his arms. "You're so pretty."

"Good job today." You kissed him one last time, but he was already out like a light.

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[echo-goes-mmm]

Second-Hand Goods Finale

Masterpost

Previous

Warnings: referring to someone as “broken”, dehumanization, conditioning, implied dub/non-con, “stockholm syndrome”

Ander was pleasantly surprised that Emmett had broken so easily. Was it the withdrawal that finally did him in, or the isolation? Or maybe the client he bought his pet from had done more damage than he thought and jumpstarted the process?

Ultimately, it didn’t matter. Emmett was cute and compliant, and that was all Ander needed. 

He moved Emmett's kennel to his room, just in case he needed to punish him a bit, but it only collected dust.

He even acquiesced on some privileges; Emmett had a hoodie to go along with his boxers (adorable), and had full range of the house. Of course, he’d be locked in his room when Ander went to pick up some product, but Emmett didn’t seem to mind. 

He didn’t seem to mind much of anything anymore, too eager to please to object. 

Just how Ander wanted him.

___________________

Emmett was on the couch, engrossed in his book, when he heard the back door open and close. Odd. Master would have told him if he was going out; he needed to be locked in his room. Master wouldn’t just leave.

What if someone had broken in?

He got up to go look for him. 

The basement door was locked, so he wasn’t downstairs. He dared to peek into Master’s bedroom, but it was empty. So was the kitchen, the bathrooms, and of course he wasn’t in the living room.

Emmett was home alone.

He bit his lip. What to do? Master had even forgotten to lock the front door. It was a nice day out, and the door was ajar to let the light through the glass of the storm door.

Hesitantly, he closed the door and slid the deadbolt into place. He drew the blinds closed, and curled back up on the couch. He went back to his book, and waited for Master to come home.

___________________

Ander was on his way home when he realized he’d forgotten to secure Emmett. Panic slammed into him like a train; he was two hours away with no idea what he was up to.

His house was pretty distant from the rest of town, but there was ample time for Emmett to slip out, alert the police, and have the whole state looking for his car.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

He eyed the speedometer. He was already seven over the speed limit, and there was no way he could risk getting pulled over with a bag of sedatives in the passenger seat and a product in his trunk.

He turned the radio to the news and clutched the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. He flipped on cruise control and waited to hear his name on the broadcast.

___________________

Ander pulled into the driveway, vibrating with anxiety. He glanced around, but could see no hastily hidden cops.

He sprinted up to the house, fumbling his keys and cursing. He finally got the lock, slamming the door open.

“Emmett!? Emmett!?” He ran through the house, nearly colliding with him. Emmett flinched away, dropping to his knees and looking up at him.

“Master, what’s wrong?”

Ander was still shaking, and he took in deep breaths trying to calm down. His heart was beating so fast.

He pulled himself together. “Nothing, I just.. It’s nothing.” He ran his hand through his hair.

Calm down, he told himself. Nothing happened. Everything’s fine. 

Emmett was still waiting on the floor, and he looked shaken. Ander glanced down at him.

“Go wait for me in your room.”

“Yes, Master.” Emmett got up and obeyed, and Ander watched him disappear down the hall. 

He turned to go back to the car and unload.

As he hefted the new stock downstairs, Ander thanked himself and god (in that order) that Emmett didn’t try to escape. But then a thought struck him.

He hastily cuffed the woman to a pole and pulled out his phone. He checked the security alerts. There was one notification. 

Had Emmett left and come back?

He chewed the inside of his cheek as he rewound the footage. The cameras caught Emmett wandering, checking the house. Making sure he was gone. Dammit.

But then Emmett paused at the front door, fiddling with the hem of his gray hoodie.

Don’t do it, he thought, Please tell me you didn’t.

Footage-Emmett closed the front door, locked it, and picked up his book again.

Ander felt the weight on his shoulders disappear. Escape was right in front of him, and Emmett hadn’t taken it.

Such a good boy deserved a reward, and Ander needed some stress relief. 

___________________

Emmett snuggled into Master’s chest, his arms wrapped around his waist and back. He wasn’t in trouble after all; he’d done well to wait for Master right where he left him. 

His reward was some sex (this time he got a blowjob before getting fucked) and takeout that he got to pick (!).

As he dozed off, his only thought was that he’d made the right choice.

He belonged here. He was better than all those guests, all those things that came and went from the house. He was special and good, and Master loved him.

And Emmett loved him back.

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[pardis-dhyai]

Hihi!! I got so excited when I found ur blog, I love your headcanons so much and I can never get enough chubby!reader content, ur out here doing gods work fr 🙏 could I please request wanderer, xiao, venti, and tighnari wearing/putting on like one of chubby!reader's hoodies or smth when they're away and reader finding them wearing it?? Could be fluffy or spicy, I'm not picky 🤭 thank you so much!!

hello hello hello!!! thank you so much <3 we deserve more love dammit! and this is an adorable request. I am on it! hope you enjoy!

wearing their chubby partner's clothing

characters featured: wanderer/scaramouche, xiao, venti, tighnari

pronouns used: none--second person perspective.

warnings: mentions of alcohol in venti's, but...i think you figured that would happen.

notes: written with a chubby reader in mind. still perfectly readable if you aren't chubby. assumed modern au!

wanderer/scaramouche is lonely. he would rather DIE than admit it, but he is. he misses you, your touch, your voice...and you've only been gone three hours. he sighs to himself, grumbling as he makes his way over to where you store your clothes and grabbing a hoodie he's seen you wear countless times. no matter how many times you wash it, it always smells like your soap, and you come home to find your boyfriend curled up with his nose snuggled inside the collar, peacefully snoozing away wearing your sweatshirt. he almost reminds you of a feral kitten finally starting to become socialized. he wakes up when you take a picture. he instantly starts swearing.

xiao finds himself getting cold at night. he already struggles with chronic pain and insomnia--he does NOT need to be shivering through the night to make his life even harder. so, one night as you both are getting ready for bed, he simply grabs one of your fuzzy pajama sets from the drawer and pulls it on. when you pause brushing your teeth to question what he's doing, his face just goes scarlet. "I've been getting cold, and your clothes are comfortable and smell nice. this is a normal thing partners do, isn't it? it's not a big deal..." he somehow blushes even harder when you comment on how cute he looks in them. he can't say he hates the attention...maybe he'll do this more often even when he's not cold.

venti is prone to mixing up your clothes when hungover. dude is a stumbling bumbling mess who hates mornings on top of the likely liver poisoning, so it's actually pretty common for him to grab one of your shirts and wear it out like it's no big deal because he didn't even notice it was yours, sending you a text halfway through the work day with a video of him giggling in the bathroom pointing it out. he's even the type to go all in styling them--and he will always ask you first before he actually modifies any clothing. wearing clothes too big for him does not help with the "being mistaken for a child" issue he has going on, though...because people assume they're hand-me-downs from some older sibling he doesn't have. "This is my PARTNER'S! I know I have skin as soft as a baby's but I'm not ACTUALLY one!"

tighnari is a horrible, horrible sweatpants stealer. because of how your pants fit on him, he can actually get his tail inside the waistband comfortably so it doesn't snag on things. it's not uncommon to find him curled up on the couch with a documentary on and in your sweatpants. he does not give a single shit if you catch him, either. "well, they're comfortable, and I like wearing clothes that belong to you. if you don't like it, I'll stop, but...I really don't want to." if you tell him you like it, he'll just grin, patting the couch cushion next to him so you'll join him watching whatever nature documentary he found this week.

[abubblingcandle]

for the WIP ask game, 16 year old Jamie, Lemon to a knife fight and/or that's choas theory

Thank you!! I've done 16 year old Jamie here so will do the other two!

Lemon to a Knife Fight is a fic for my Bad Things Happen Bingo where Jamie is kidnapped by Mannion's lackies prior to the West Ham game at the end of the season. Mannion is desperate for West Ham to win and thinks getting Jamie out of the way will do it. The kidnappers have just been told to keep Jamie out of the way for three days and make various threats about breaking his legs if he tries to run.

“Do you want the game on?” Thug B asked, hanging the remote between his fingers. “Why the fuck would I want the game on you fucking bellend?” Jamie growled, spitting in his direction but only succeeding in getting it on the floor between them. “For fuck sake I thought we were past this. You behave and this will be a nice long weekend in a swanky hotel,” he rolled his eyes. “You, you,” Jamie stammered. “You can’t fucking kidnap someone and then tell them to be nice and sit pretty!” he yelled. Jamie struggled against the ties around his wrists and ankles with renewed passion, yelling all the while. “God dammit, you did this to yourself Tartt,” he sighed and slowly rose to his feet. “Don’t you fucking dare, someone will hear me,” Jamie growled. “That’s the problem ain’t it lad,” the thug muttered, straddling over Jamie’s bucking and writhing form so that his legs pinned around Jamie’s hips. Jamie writhed and tried to flail his legs and arms out but he was pinned. The rip of duct tape being pulled off the roll, froze Jamie in place. “No, no, please,” Jamie’s threw his head around, trying desperately to avoid the piece of tape. “No you haven’t shown you can be trusted,” he tutted. Large fingers grasped onto Jamie’s hair down the scalp, holding him firmly in place. The strip of duct tape was pressed down tightly over his mouth and stung as Jamie tried to flex his jaw. Nothing could move, he heaved in breaths through his nose and tried to hold back the tears as he captor rolled off him and settled back into the armchair.

That's Chaos Theory is a fic I have posted a couple of chapters of here and was one of my first Ted Lasso fics. It is centred around Jamie having ADHD and being off his meds as Keeley got them for him when they were dating. Chapter 3 is about overstimulation

Jamie liked music. It was one of the very few things that Jamie and Beard seemed to have bonded over with the coach sending his charge regular recommendations. And he always had his headphones in. The only time they were out was when he was actually on the pitch. That day Jamie had come back in from training, smiling and laughing with the team as they fluttered around causing their usual ruckus. Jamie shook his head with a fond smile at something that Sam said but he just didn’t seem right. The smile wasn’t quite reaching his eyes. But Ted sat back and just watched, you couldn’t expect someone to be on all the time. Even Jamie Tartt was allowed an off day. He slumped down onto the bench and pulled his large headphones on over his head and rocked back to lean against the back wall of his cubby. And just stayed there.

[katthyacinth]

When The Cameras Are Off (Vox X Siren)

finally guys romantic shit is happening with Vox and Siren/ popstar reader :p

Fancy "business" lunches and outings with the TV overlord became a regular occurrence. You didn't mind it. He argued that it was to keep you under wraps and ensure you didn't speak out of line to the press. Although you argued that's what the collateral was for but who were u to know business.

The expensive food ordered by the billionaire overlord was nice too, he was offering it so it would be rude not to right? That was the only reason you continued to agree to them and totally not because something about him was only charming. Come to think of it, for being in hell and for Vox being the most narcissistic, greedy capitalist man you ever could meet... He looked out for you.

Obliviously it was because you were a money-maker in his company right? You for some reason refused to believe he would do anything for a genuine reason, there had to be some scheme right?

That's what Vox tried to convince himself of too. That he did all this and kept you in his eyesight at all times just to make sure you wouldn't run away because you made him so much money. Because Vox would double-die before he would admit that your pure charm, your unnatural kindness has lured him in. That you did indeed charm him. No, he had too much pride to admit that.

Everyone else could see though. Velvet was pissed because it was her who signed your contract. Her who you reported to yet you spent almost every waking hour next to Vox. And Velvet knew there was only one maybe two other people Vox had ever obsessed over like this...

Alastor

Days passed and Val picked up on it too. He mainly noticed because he was getting less attention obviously. "Carino don't tell me you're in love with our new pet over there." He asked a slight hiss in his voice as his eyes narrowed. Vox glitched slightly. "Don't you dare say that of course not, like you said she's just a pet... That for some reason you guys didn't get to sign a soul contract so someone needs to keep her in line" he growls. Val rolled his eyes exhaling red smoke from his cigarette "Whatever you say" Vox was ready to walk out and as far away from Val as demonly possible when Velvet came storming in. "So much for "handling" her Vox god fucking dammit"

"What do you mean?" He asks. "Look!" She casts her phone screen to all the devices in the room including Voxs face. A feed of posts scrolls through. Sinners willing to give up their souls to the Siren. Sinners praising the siren feeling sorry for her after a story published about apparently she saved two low-class demons from loan sharks in THEIR DISTRICT?!

Demons from all over the Pentagram wanted you to be an overlord, her fans, her little sailors, posting how they would willingly and happy to sign a soul contract with her if it meant being under her protection.

This Was Bad

Voxs screen glitched, red dead pixels appearing on his screen. He had to find you, and now. Perhaps he could use that leverage, not yet though he thought. He couldn't show his full hand yet. He just needed to scare you that's all. He was angry, so angry that sinners trusted you. That they wanted to be on your side and not the vees. Was he jealous? He would never admit it if he was. Was he feeling betrayed, that you could take all that they had built of course not the Vee empire was unbreakable. There was a twinge of doubt though. He zapped through all the cameras looking for you pinpointing the location of your phone and such. You were sitting nice and pretty in the apartment HE gave you. In a blink, he's there materialized in your living room making you jolt in surprise.

"What the FUCK KIND OF STUNT DID YOU PULL THIS MORNING," he said calmly. (l o l sorry had to)

"I- how did you- I im sorry I. I didnt know it was in your district and she just looked so helpless, she reminded me about something that happened to me when I was alive and- i- I don't wanna be an overlord Vox, Sir. I promise you I would never try and overthrow your power-" you start rambling, words rushing out of your mouth to try and save you from the looming overlord.

Sparks of electricity buuzzed around him as you could see him seething with anger. "Velvette is going to try her best to suppress this but if you so much as breathe out of line like this again, you're as good as double dead. Are we clear dollface?" he states, closing in on you. The way he spoke and the proximity triggered something in your subconscious, something that reminded you of Him. So you swallowed, a stray tear moving down your face as you nod.

"Good you see your so good at following directions doll. Why don't I send the chefs over here to make you dinner, you shouldn't leave the apartment anyway since those paparazzi will be going crazy right?" he cooed, holding your chin in his hands. The touch making you flinch before you feel the same buzz of his electronic body as you had before. Your feelings are conflicted, you cant quite read him, you don't know if he somewhere in his hellish soul cares, or if he's the mastermind. Only time will tell. You stay tense nodding again to the best of your ability with your cheeks being squished by his claws. He lets go.

"Wonderful, doll you pick what you want and they'll be here in a zap"

Your mind is spinning as everything is happening, this man is so bipolar you cant get a beat on him. Hes ushering all these other demons in as they crowd in your apartment, its overwhelming. All the voices, people and noises of the table being set. You realize that Vox apparently isn't going anywhere and has invite himself to dinner, hurray for you, you guess.

Your favorite meal has been prepared courtesy of Vox Industries budget as you sit down across from the Mr CEO himself.

"May I ask Vox why are you still here?" he looks up at you and stares for a second making you uneasy. "I mean not that it's a bad thing I was just thinking you probably have much more important things to do like run the greatest tech company in all of hell right? like why would you be causally eating here with me." you laugh nervously.

"well I guess even I have somehow been lured by the sirens charm then haven't I, because that would be the only reason your immune to my magic." he mumbles the last part.

"huh?" you ask, the distance between you two at the table not being enough to mask the end of his words. When Vox realizes this his pixelated eyes widen.

"Nothing dollface take the compliment I dont give them often. Especally to sinners who pulls stunts like you did this morning. But I am a very kind boss and forgive you since your not activly planning on overthrowing the vees." he chuckles, his tone slightly unhinged as you see him grasp his fork tighter.

"Your right you dont have to worry about me... " You trail off still processing what Vox said. You wonder if you actually heard it, maybe you made it up. Who knows.

Eventually Vox turns to leave. "Well doll don't go causing anymore trouble til the next time I see you." He sighs. "Of course sir, wouldnt dream of it"

"like I said before just call me Vox" he retorts. "Right goodnight Vox"

"Goodnight Siren" and with that he zaps away.

(ok I don't remember writing thing I don't remember this existing.... So have it l o l .

Pt 6 pt 8