#leave my girl alone goddammit

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My Girl (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! So sorry this took so long. Here is the secret relationship/breeding kink fic. I honestly really like this one...and I hope you guys do too. Was listening to "Juna" by Clairo while writing it, but went with "My Girl" for the title. ENJOY!

Summary: You and Logan have been in a secret relationship for months, but everything comes to a head when a new mutant visits the Institute, and won't leave you alone...Logan shows him, and you, who your man is.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! SMUT!!! Thigh riding, Fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), breeding kink, praise kink, possessive!Logan, jealous!Logan, unspecified/implied!Age Gap, established relationship, creepy!OC who hits on reader and doesn't lay off, minor violence, afab!/fem!reader, fluff/feelings, cursing, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it?

Word Count: 5,313 this is why it took so long also, smut right under the cut...

You remember the first time he fucked you, vividly. 

It was late at night, after a mission. You almost died in his arms. And that was what broke that thing inside him, the burden of time that he carries, that deep-seated pain that made it justifiable to stay away from you. He had held back for so long—had done his all to resist falling for you. He was screwed from the beginning, and he knew that. But he had become so terrified at the thought of losing you that he hadn’t realized it could happen all the same if he stayed away—if he forced himself to remain a friend. 

So, when he fucked you that first time, that first night, he fucked you like it’d be the last—the only time. 

“Goddammit, so fucking perfect,” he mumbled, his lips bruising yours, shoving himself deep inside—as deep as you could take him. “Needed you this whole time. Can’t live without you.”

“Logan,” you whined, his hips snapping against yours. “D-don’t stop, please.” “Never gonna stop, pretty girl,” he promised. “Can’t go back. Can’t be anywhere but here.”

For months now, you’ve been together—but nobody knows. There’s no doubt about commitment—nothing casual about the relationship in the slightest. You start and end every day in Logan’s bed. You’ve talked about running off together, getting married, and settling down. For the first time in his long life, Logan sees a future where he’s happy—genuinely happy. 

The sun peaks through the curtains. You curl yourself into Logan’s chest. His arms are wrapped around your back, holding you tight against him, even in his sleep. You listen to his breathing as the fall breeze creeps through the open window. Everything is calm and quiet in the morning, when everyone is still tucked away in their bedrooms, sound asleep. 

Logan groans, tugging you closer to him, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Go back to sleep.” His voice is heavy, laden with exhaustion. “Too early.” He kisses the spot just under your ear, and you moan involuntarily, feeling extra sensitive in the haze of the morning. He smiles softly against your neck, and kisses you again, his teeth grazing your skin. You moan louder this time, intertwining your legs with Logan’s. “Love those pretty little noises you make.”

“Feels good,” you murmur, his thigh slotting between your legs, pressing against your core. You can’t help but grind down on his thigh, rocking your hips back and forth. “Need you, Lo,” you beg. 

“You’re gonna ruin me,” Logan husks, his palms warm against your bare skin as he slips underneath your shirt—which is really his. 

He’s slow in the morning, pressing soft kisses on your bare shoulders, letting his touch linger longer than normal. He likes the peace of it all—waking up to each other, smelling you next to him, feeling the other side of his bed warm and full of you. When he fucks you, early like this, he takes his time. 

His fingertips trace the curves of your stomach, falling into your dips, gripping your flesh. Logan breathes you in, his lips softly melting into yours. “Still too early?” You mumble between soft, lazy kisses. 

“Never too early to want you,” Logan husks, dragging his thigh against your core again. “Always need you.” You can feel his erection through his boxers. “Gonna take care of my girl. Gonna make you—”

There’s a knock at the door. “Logan?” It’s Scott’s voice on the other side. He knocks again. “Logan, you in there?”

Logan tries to ignore him, his fingertips dragging down your sides, bumping into the hem of your panties as he trails wet, open-mouthed kisses down the hollow of your throat. You let out a breathy moan as Logan bites down on your pulse point. He smiles under your jaw at the soft sound, content that you can’t hold back. 

“Logan,” you whisper, running your hands up his arms, to his shoulders, your fingertips finding the nape of his neck. “He’s not gonna stop.”

Sure enough, Scott knocks again. “Logan, I know you’re in there,” he calls, banging on the door now. “Wake up. We have some tech guy on his way.” 

Logan groans into your neck. “Why do you need me, Summers?” Logan licks your collarbone teasingly, hiking your t-shirt farther up your body. 

“He’s…a mutant,” Scott explains. “He can speak with machines, computers, code—you name it, he can do it. He’s gonna fix some stuff around the mansion. Charles asked me to make sure you’re awake just in case…” Scott trails off.

Logan finishes Scott’s sentence. “In case everything goes to shit?” 

“I wasn’t going to say that,” Scott huffs, likely shaking his head on the other side of the door. “But yes. In case things don’t go as planned. I’m also looking for—"

But Logan cuts Scott off, saying your name for him. 

“Yeah, I can’t find her. Do you know where she might—”

“On a run,” Logan chimes in, and you suppress your laughter by pressing your face into his chest. “She’ll be back soon.” Logan’s arms wrap around your back, holding you against him. 

“Alright,” Scott says, shuffling, slowly stepping away from the door. “If you see her, let her know what’s going on, okay?”

“Trust me bub,” Logan husks, his fingers digging into your flesh, tickling you. “I’ll make sure she knows.” 

Scott mumbles something unintelligible as he walks down the hallway, his footsteps echoing as he disappears down the stairs. 

Logan’s lips are attached to your neck again, sucking playfully. “Where were we?” He teases, his nails grazing down your back. His palms settle on your ass, squeezing your flesh tightly in his hands. 

You moan, your chest flush with his. “Logan,” you whine. “We need to get up,” you insist, your hands pushing against Logan’s broad shoulders, your fingers digging into his muscular biceps. “Can’t stay in bed anymore.”

Logan grunts, his thigh still nudged between your legs, rocking into your core. You want him, and it’s tempting to let him take you right here, right now. But you can’t. And he knows it. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips and pulls you tightly into his chest. “Later,” he promises, his lips finding the shell of your ear. You smile at the thought. There was always a later with Logan.

You snuck out of Logan’s room, unnoticed, as always. It was still early—too early for the ruckus of a morning at the mansion to begin. You got ready for the day and slipped downstairs. You’re still shocked at just how oblivious the rest of the team is. Truly, no one knows about you and Logan. 

You’re in the kitchen now, nursing a cup of coffee, waiting for the day to start. Familiar, heavy footsteps approach, and you smile before you can even see his face. 

“Hi pretty girl,” Logan coos, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your front. You lean into him, feeling the warmth of his chest and the strength of his heartbeat. He presses a chaste kiss to the crown of your head and walks over to the coffee pot. 

Scott enters the kitchen as Logan takes his first sip of coffee—one second earlier and he would have seen Logan holding you. “The guy is here,” Scott announces from the doorway. He looks at you and smiles. “Oh! Hey! How was your run?” He asks cheerfully. 

You almost spit out your coffee, remembering what you were actually doing this morning. “Great!” You say, doing your all to hold back your laughter. “Surprisingly relaxing.” Logan snorts and plays it off like he’s sniffling.

Scott smiles, none the wiser, and nods, cocking his head towards the hallway just outside the kitchen. “Come meet the tech guy!” He backs out of the doorway and into the hallway. Logan settles his coffee cup—which reads #1 Professor—next to yours on the counter and gives your waist a quick squeeze as you hop out of the chair. You walk shoulder to shoulder into the foyer. All the signs of your relationship are there—out in the open—and yet, still, no one seems to catch them.

You step into the foyer, and there’s Scott and the Professor by the front door, chatting with a younger man—who’s about your age. The man’s eyes find yours, and he smiles softly. “Hi there!” He calls, waving. “I’m Mark!” He strides away from Scott and the Professor and towards you. “But you can call me Techno.” He smirks and winks, extending his hand out, waiting for you to take it.

Logan grabs his hand instead, gripping it tightly, catching Mark off guard. “Wolverine,” Logan growls. “And you can’t call me Logan,” he adds, gritting his teeth. “So, you turn on computers, bub?” 

Mark grimaces, wrenching his hand from Logan’s grasp. “A little more than that,” he asserts, closing his eyes and bawling his fists. You look up as the lights flicker, and televisions turn on and off. Your cell phone rings in your pocket, and you pull it out. The screen reads: Incoming Call from Mark.

Your lips part. “How did you…” You trail off. 

Mark shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “My powers essentially let me communicate with electricity and tech,” he explains. You can practically hear Logan seething beside you. 

“A technopath,” Charles offers as he rolls over to join the three of you with Scott in tow. 

“Exactly,” Mark says, nodding to Charles. “Makes it easy to put my number into pretty girls’ phones.” Mark winks at you, and you press your lips into a straight line in response. 

You shake your head. “I’m not inter—”

You’re cut off by the sound of Logan’s claws unsheathing. “These,” Logan pauses, lifting his claws to Mark. “Make it real easy to hurt creeps who put their numbers into girls’ phones without asking first, bub.” 

Mark rolls his eyes, and the corners of your lips twitch up. You try to force down your smile, try to slow the rhythm of your heart. You secretly liked when Logan got possessive over you. He was inherently protective, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on just a little. 

“Let’s stay on course,” Charles reprimands, guiding Mark to the hallway to the left with a wave of his hand. “Let me show you some of the machines I’d like you to work on.”

“It would be my pleasure, Professor Xavier,” Mark says harshly, his eyes locked on Logan as he backs away to follow Charles and Scott.

Logan lowers all but his center claw, giving Mark the middle finger as he turns around. “Don’t mind Logan,” Scott says as they disappear into a room, the door shutting behind them.

“Logan,” you whisper, now that everyone is gone. “Don’t worry,” you assure, bringing a hand to his shoulder. 

He turns to look at you. “He’s a fucking creep.”

“It’s going to be fine.”

 It is not going well, or fine.

Mark is something of a nuisance. He’s only been here for an hour, but he has already created multiple excuses to talk to you, to pull you away from whatever task is at hand. 

You’re in the middle of teaching an English class, discussing Mrs. Dalloway with a group of older students. “So, what are we to make of Clarissa and Sally’s relationship?” You ask the students, to no avail. 

This was your hardest class of the day—especially given the fact that you’re not even a decade older than most of the students. You had joined the X-Men in your early 20s, your powers having shown themselves a bit later than in most mutants, and only a few years have passed since then. Convincing the students who have been here their whole lives that you deserve to teach has been nothing short of a challenge. 

So, when Mark butts his head in on your class, annoyance burns through your body. You take a deep breath and swallow down your frustration. 

“Hey!” He chimes, his head poking through the open classroom door. “Mind if I take a look at your computer really quick?”

The class perks up, more focused on you than they were just seconds ago. You fake a smile, nodding and pushing yourself off the front of your desk so that he has space to access the computer. 

He slips behind the desk and smiles widely. “You didn’t have to move,” he remarks. “Would’ve been nice to have you close.”

You want to gag. You turn away from the students, whispering so they can’t hear. “Listen,” you chide, narrowing your eyes. “I am not interested, so could you please—”

“What are you doing in here, asshole?” Logan’s voice echoes against the walls of the classroom. For the first time all year, the class is paying incredibly close attention. “The Professor told you to check the computers in the lab down the hall.” Logan fully enters the room, striding over to Mark, his hands bawled into fists at his sides. “Beat it, bub.”

“Whatever,” Mark mutters, his head down as he exits the classroom. The bell rings, and the class stands, grabbing their things and filing out the door. 

You groan. “Please read the next twenty pages for tomorrow!” You shout over the hubbub and shuffling of students. “I know it’s a challenging novel, but I think you guys can…” The students are gone before you can finish your sentence. “Handle it.” 

Logan smiles sympathetically, closing the distance between you and him. His presence is comforting, warm, everything you’ve ever needed. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “Sorry,” he apologizes, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Didn’t mean to make your class harder than it is already.”

You take a deep breath, your annoyance fading away. “You helped,” you whisper. “Mark is the one who ruined things,” you insist. “He won’t leave me alone.”

Logan chuckles. “You don’t like him?” He teases. “Don’t like a guy your own age flirting with you?” He’s egging you on, trying to joke, but you can tell part of him is a bit serious. 

You shake your head. “Only like you.” You press your lips to the hollow of his throat and Logan grunts. 

He reluctantly pulls away, the palms of his hands dragging down your arms, his fingers intertwining with yours. “Gotta get to my class,” he husks, his fingers slipping, tugging longingly as he steps to the door. “Meet me after?” He asks, but he already knows the answer. You’ll be outside his classroom door before the bell rings, waiting for him.

You nod, and he smiles, his hands gripping the doorframe like some invisible magnet is pulling him away, and he’d give anything to spend another second with you. He slips down the hallway, and into his classroom. 

You spend the next thirty minutes or so grading papers, waiting for the period to end so that you can walk across the hall to Logan’s class. Another few minutes pass, and you start to collect your things, readying yourself to meet Logan. Your heart thumps in your chest at the thought, even after all the months you’ve spent together. 

You grab your bag and head to the door, closing it behind you and locking up. You cross the hall and stand outside Logan’s door. He’s teaching a younger group of kids—ten to eleven-year-olds. You would trade places with him in a heartbeat if you could. The younger students loved you. There was no question of respect, no doubt of your power. But Logan was given the class as a challenge—Charles wanted to test his patience. 

And, honestly, seeing him with the children did something to you. You loved watching the way he doted on them, carefully explaining material in a way they’d understand. He was an excellent teacher, and one day, you’re sure, he’d make an even better father. You find yourself falling into fantasy: Logan, late at night, a baby—your baby—on his chest. You can see it now—him changing a diaper, teaching the child to walk. Your heart squeezes in your chest, your eyes falling closed as you daydream about the future—your future together. 

You’re so distracted that you don’t hear Mark walk up to you—don’t feel his hand grab your shoulder.

You yelp and jump. “Oh my god,” you mumble, turning around and coming face to face with him. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, his hand lingering for far too long on your shoulder. He finally peels away, his arms falling to his sides. He leans against the wall, trying to appear casual and cool. “What are you doing tonight?”

The bell rings before you can think of a polite way to shoo Mark away, and the students exit Logan’s classroom, happily shouting greetings in your direction. You stood outside Logan’s door every day, and the students were always excited to see you.

A few of them run up to hug you, complaining about Logan’s gruffness. When they hear Logan’s footsteps approaching the door, they bolt down the hallway, their laughter booming against the walls. 

Logan steps out into the hall, and he groans audibly when he sees Mark next to you. But Mark ignores Logan, his eyes trained on yours. “Got plans?” He asks again. 

You roll your eyes. “Dude, I’m not interested!” You groan, too irritated to pretend to be nice. Mark smirks and parts his lips, ready to persist like the creep he is.

Logan steps in front of you, his claws already out. “Listen, bub,” he growls, his claws just inches from Mark’s chest. “If you don’t fuck off and stop harassing my girl, we’re gonna have a problem.”

Mark scoffs. “My girl? What are you, her father? You can’t possibly be dating her.”

You can see the anger in Logan’s eyes, the honest rage. “Lo,” you soothe. “Don’t do it.” But you know it’s too late. His decision is already made.

Logan shoves Mark against the wall, his claws pressed against his throat. “I’m her fucking boyfriend, bub,” he grunts as Mark squirms helplessly under his hold. 

“Oh, her boyfriend?” He teases, despite the fear in his eyes. “Aren’t you too old to be a boyfriend?”

Logan shoves him harder into the wall, and Mark yelps pathetically, like a small dog. “More serious than that,” Logan asserts. “Guessing you wouldn’t know anything about that though, would you?” 

“Alright, break it up!” Scott’s voice echoes from down the hall. He runs over, Jean and the Professor by his side. Rogue and Gambit follow close behind. But Logan doesn’t budge, the tips of his claws almost digging hard enough to draw blood. 

You bring your hand to Logan’s shoulder. “He isn’t gonna hurt me,” you whisper to Logan. “I could handle him easily if he tried.” You slide your hand to the nape of his neck, trying to soothe him, to relax him. “Nothing’s going to happen, okay?” 

Logan retracts his claws and lets go of Mark, who stutters away from Logan and into the center of the hallway. “I’m getting the fuck out of here!” Mark shouts, but Logan doesn’t react. He simply intertwines his fingers with yours. 

“You okay?” He asks, his thumb brushing circles into the side of your hand. 

You arch a brow. “Are you okay?” You smile and lean into him. 

“So…” Scott trails off, interrupting. “You two are…”

“Together.” You finish his sentence, your eyes still on Logan’s. You can feel the tension in his shoulders stretch down to his hand. He’s rigid, still on edge. You know he needs to get out of here, needs to be alone with you. 

“How long has this been going on?” Scott asks, genuinely caught off guard. “Did anyone know about this?” 

You turn to the team to see heads shaking side to side—save for the Professor. “I did, of course,” Charles confesses. “But I felt it was best left a secret until the two lovebirds decided otherwise.”

Rogue shakes her head, the corners of her mouth twitching up. “I can’t believe you never told me!” 

“Told you what?” Jubilee calls from down the hall, approaching the group. She blows a bubble as she stands next to Rogue, her eyes trailing down to where your and Logan’s hands connect. Her eyes widen and her bubble bursts. “No way!” She cheers, jumping up and down. 

“Settle down,” Charles laughs, extending his hand down the hall to where Mark was just moments ago. “Scott, make sure our technopath friend makes it out the door alive.” Scott nods and heads down the hall. Charles turns to you and Logan. “As for the two of you,” he pauses, winking. “We’ll discuss more at a later point.”

You smile in understanding, and Logan squeezes your hand—another sign it’s time to go. He’s still worked up about Mark; he needs to get this out of his system, needs to relieve all the built-up tension. 

“Got something I need to take care of,” Logan says to the group, tugging you down the hallway.  

He strides through the mansion, practically yanking your arm out of your socket. “Logan,” you whisper, trying to catch his attention. You’ve never seen him like this—rage and jealousy like fire in his eyes, dripping from his pores. He leads you up the stairs and towards his bedroom, and it suddenly dawns on you what exactly he needs to take care of. 

Logan pushes the door open and slams it closed the second you’re inside. His hands are immediately on you, grabbing at the pillowy flesh of your ass, pinning you to the door. His lips find yours—hungry and rough, the wiry hairs of his beard scratching your face. He tastes you, his tongue seeking more of you as it swipes across your lower lip. You open your mouth, inviting him in, your tongue tangling with his.

Logan hoists you up without breaking the kiss, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel his erection straining inside his jeans, pressing against your heat. He grinds into you as one hand slips under your top and drags up your back, holding you tightly against him. 

“Need you,” he mumbles against your lips. “Always fucking need you.” He tears you away from the door and towards the bed. He throws you onto the mattress and climbs over you, slowly, like an animal stalking its prey. “Tell me you need me, pretty girl.”

“N-need you,” you stutter as he settles on top of you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. 

“I’m not too old for you?” Logan teases, one of his hands loosening its grasp on your arm and trailing down your body, settling on the hem of your shirt. “You don’t wanna be with anyone else?” He hikes up your top, pushing it above your breasts. 

You can feel the heat pooling between your legs. “No,” you whine, arching your back as his fingertips play with the bottom of your bra. “Only wanna be with you,” you breathe as Logan slowly, teasingly pulls your bra up. “Please,” you beg, spreading your legs wider. “Want you to fuck me.” 

Logan smirks, finally tugging your bra and top over your head and casting them to the floor. “Gonna take care of you, sweetheart,” Logan soothes, palming your breasts with his free hand, rolling your nipples under his thumb. 

“Fuck,” you moan as he pinches a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

Logan hums, his fingertips trailing across the valley of your breasts, doing the same on the other side. Logan pinches harder, and you moan louder this time. “That’s it,” he coos, his lips finding your pulse point, sucking roughly. “Don’t be quiet, darlin’,” he demands. You whisper his name, your voice whiny and needy. “Show me how much you need me. Keep making those pretty little noises, baby.”

“Feels good,” you whimper as his hand traces down your stomach, to your hips, gathering the fabric of your skirt in his fist and yanking it up to your waist.

He chuckles darkly. “You wore this just for me?” He asks, his thumb hooking inside the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. “Wanted to make it easier for me to fuck you?”

“Fuck, yes, just for you,” you pant, watching as Logan lifts himself off you, tugging his t-shirt up and over his head. He dexterously unclasps his belt buckle and throws the leather to the floor. He balances on his forearm as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, pushing them down his thighs along with his boxers. “I’m all yours, Lo,” you promise as he presses his forehead to yours.

Logan’s hand glides down your side, slipping between your legs and finding your folds. You moan as his fingertips prod at your entrance, spreading your slick. “Fuck, all this is for me?” He pinches your clit before swiping through your folds again. “You’re soaked already, princess.” His fingertips brush your clit, tracing achingly slow circles into the bud. 

You rock your hips against Logan’s touch, searching for more friction. “Logan, need you,” you whine, squirming underneath him. “I’m yours.”

“All mine?” He whispers, his touch suddenly disappearing. You groan at the loss of contact. “Say it again, pretty girl,” he demands, guiding his cock to your folds. 

“All yours,” you answer, trying to move your hips lower to feel just an inch of him. “Please just—”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he slams into you, down to the hilt with one thrust. He throbs against your walls as he works you open, his hips still, his cock splitting you in two. “Fuck,” Logan grunts. “So fucking tight. Perfect little pussy. Wanna stay right here forever. Maybe I won’t even fuck you. Maybe I’ll just make you sit on my cock.”

But you need him to move, need him to take you. “Logan, f-fuck me,” you choke, trying to move your hips. His hand grips your waist, stopping you from sliding up his length. “Please, move,” you plead. 

“So impatient,” he chides, kissing you bruisingly, biting your lips. He finally pulls out and slams back in, bottoming out again. His hand slides down your waist and slips between your legs. “You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you the way I want?” 

His hand is just above your clit, inches away from where you need him most, waiting for your answer. You nod emphatically. “Yes,” you say with pleading eyes. “Anything. You can do anything just please—oh fuck!” Logan pinches your clit and starts his machinations, swirling around the bud. He pulls out and pumps back in, setting a ruthless pace. 

His hips snap against yours, taking all of you with reckless abandon. His lips swallow your moans, consuming you, drinking you in. Of all the times he’s fucked you, it’s never been quite like this. There’s a hunger in Logan’s eyes that you’ve never seen before, an undying need you’re not sure can be satisfied. Something feels different about this time—more intense, fervent, and feverish. 

Logan thrusts in and out of you, bottoming out with every pump, still stretching you out. His fingertips stroke your clit roughly, your walls already fluttering around him. He curses under his breath, his chest heaving against yours. 

“Look at you,” he groans, fucking into you. “So beautiful like this. Always so beautiful.” You can feel his cock twitching inside you. “Wanna make you mine, sweetheart.”

“I-I already am,” you stammer, his fingers drawing tight, rapid circles into your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. “Always gonna be yours.”

“Want more than that,” Logan grunts, his hips rocking, his pace quickening. He’s so deep inside you—hitting exactly where you need him most with every thrust. 

“Whatever you want,” you pant, your chest pressing flush to his. “It’s yours. I’m yours.”

“Yeah?” He growls at the shell of your ear. “You gonna let me fill you up? Gonna let me stuff you full of me?”

“Yes, please,” you cry out as he pumps in and out, shoving himself as deep inside as he can possibly fit. You feel so full, so complete. Nothing compares to having Logan this close, to having him be so connected to you. You’re already coming undone underneath him, falling apart. “Want you to stay inside.” And then the words fall from your lips without a second thought. But you mean it, and you want it more than anything…

“Wanna have your baby, Lo.”

Logan groans at your words, his cock throbbing with need. “Fuck, don’t tease me like that, sweetheart.” 

“N-not teasing,” you stammer. “I mean it.”

“Shit,” Logan growls, his skin slapping against yours, your words spurring him on. He’s letting himself go, letting himself plunge deep inside you, fast and hard. “Such a good girl,” he praises, his length dragging against your walls, pushing deeper still. “You gonna let me fuck a baby into you?”

“Yes!” You cry out, the fire burning in your belly spreading up to your spine, coursing through your veins. Your walls flutter around his length, squeezing him tightly.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Logan coos, rutting into you, his hips stuttering. “Want you forever.”

You throw your head back as his fingers swirl around your clit. “You have me Lo, always gonna have me.” Your walls clench down around him, and the tension snaps. Electricity shoots up your spine as your orgasm crashes into you. It’s intense—more intense than anything you’ve ever felt. Pleasure washes over you in waves, heat blooming across your chest and up your neck.

Logan is right behind you, whispering a string of praises as he finishes inside you. “Did so fucking good for me. Always so perfect, beautiful.” His thrusts slow until he’s still inside you, but he doesn’t pull out. “Don’t wanna move, princess,” he husks, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. 

“You don’t have to,” you say, your voice hoarse. Logan rolls you onto your side, hoisting your leg up and over his hip, keeping himself deep inside your cunt. You close your eyes, your heartbeat finally steadying, your chest still heaving in time with Logan’s. 

The silence is comfortable, calming. You listen to Logan’s breathing as he runs his hands up and down your back. “You okay?” He asks, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. 

You hum. “I’m perfect,” you mumble, burying your face into his chest. “Do you really…” You trail off, suddenly nervous to ask the only question on your mind, despite everything that just happened. 

“Yes,” Logan answers immediately. “I meant it. Wanna be a family. Wanna be with you forever.”

You melt into him, wrapping your arms around his back. You can feel his cock growing hard inside you as you move to get more comfortable. “I want that too, Lo,” you sigh. “More than anything.” You smile against him, thinking about your future, thinking about how all this started because some asshole wouldn’t leave you alone. You can’t help but giggle at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” Logan asks. You can hear the smirk in his voice. 

You look up at him. “You’re crazy, you know that?” You joke, your smile widening. “You could’ve hurt that guy.”

Logan’s smile widens too. “Just crazy about you,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. He flips you onto your back and hovers over you, his cock still deep inside you. “Should’ve kicked his ass.” You bite your lip, waiting for his next move. “You’re my girl,” he groans, sliding out of you slightly. 

“Yours,” you breathe as he thrusts back in. “All yours.”

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[hyperiondickrider]

Baby Bunny~

(Chapter 2)

Vox x Reader; Valentino x Reader; Alastor x Reader; maybe Lucifer x Reader

After your untimely death, Mr Vox was kind enough to take you in and give you a job as his assistant. However, it appears that you’ve caught the eyes of few other demons, who are certainly not afraid of a little competition…

Vox was an angry man. At least, right now he was.

“What the FUCK does that ancient prick think he’s doing, putting his hands on my little assistant?” Yes, Vox was in quite the mood, watching your every step and action through his monitor. Watching Alastor drag you along through public, knowing he could see you both, was simply the most fucking audacious move he has ever made.

“God fucking dammit, I told her not to speak to that old-timey asshole.” Staring at his monitors and muttering profanities, he felt his screen begin glitching and buffering out of severe irritation.

“My, my, Voxxy, I wonder what’s got you so out of sorts, hmm?”

“Shut the fuck up, Val, you fuckin know why I’m pissed.”

“What? You miss the little conejita, hm?”

“Get out of my room, Val. I got work to do.” Through gritted teeth he managed to compose himself, returning his gaze to his monitors, focusing in entirely on you, and your fearful eyes.

The way your bunny ears fluttered when you were thinking. The way you batted your eyelashes in surprise. The way your little button nose twitched when you were upset.

God, it was hard to stay mad at you.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sharp buzzing of his doorbell, likely signally your arrival. He watched on his screen as Alastor bade you goodbye, planting a soft kiss on your hand, and watched your face darken with a blush at the action.

If he was angry before, now he was fucking seething.

No sooner had you entered the building and greeted the secretary, then Vox harshly grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you up to his office, ignoring your pretty little whimpers and pleas on the way up.

Finally in his office, he slammed the door and locked it before speaking.

“Y’know, dollface, I only had one rule for you here. Don’t fucking speak to Alastor. And y’know what, pretty girl? You just fucking broke it.” The lights in the room start to flicker and glitch as his irritation grows.

“‘M sorry, Mr Vox, b-but he wouldn’t l-leave me alone..” you cower away from his as he approaches you, eyes welling up with tears as your nose begins to run.

His anger stalls as he sees your teary eyes, letting out a sigh and releasing his power.

“C’mere, dollface.” He beckons you over, taking a seat behind his desk. As you approach he grabs you by the hips to sit you snugly on his lap, straddling him, as your face grew brighter.

“Y’know I can’t stay mad at you, babydoll. Just promise me you’ll try to avoid that asshole?”

You whimper affirmatively nuzzling into his chest as he pulled you in for a firm hug, reluctant to let you go.

“Okay, dollface. Run along now, Val wants to see you.”

Satan, was he such a sap for you.

Climbing off his lap you walk towards the door on shaky legs, gently waving him goodbye before closing it behind you.

Adjusting your skirt, you decided to go find Mr Val, to give him your report.

Wandering through the building, you finally found a staircase, and climbed up a few flights to reach the porn studios, where Valentino could usually be found. Growing increasingly uncomfortable with the amount of naked people and lube in the environment, you began to get rather desperate.

“Excuse me, do you know where I can find Mr Val?” You timidly asked the nearest actor.

“Uh, yeah, he’s in studio 6 right now, but be careful pretty girl. He’s in a mood right now.”

Hurriedly thanking the actor, you rushed off to studio 6 eager to speak to Val and leave the porn studios as quickly as possible.

“Goddammit, kitty! Why are these putas so fucking incompetent!” The sound of glass breaking indicated Mr Val’s presence, the actor’s observation of his poor mood being dead on.

“Well, if it isn’t the little asistente~ Any news for me, bonita conejita?”

And as always, his piss poor mood could be fixed in an instant by the presence of a pretty little thing. Feeling better already, he pulled you into his lap on his couch, your back against his much larger torso, as he began picking through strands of your hair, humming softly to himself.

“I-i found Angie, Mr Val. H-he’s stayin at the princess’s hotel in the center of town. I-I know you’re sad he’s not stayin with us anymore, b-but I think this could mean his work will improve, s-since he has more space ‘n all..” you trail off, embarrassed at your rambling, while Valentino simply chuckles at your naïve attempt to protect Angel from him.

He turns you around on his lap, blowing pink smoke into your face, making you cough gently.

“Such a kind little bunny, hmm? Trying to protect Angel Dust from the big bad moth man, yes? You really are una conejito estúpida, but such a cute one~”

He grabs your jaw forcing you to look him in the eyes, your skirt riding up as he forces you to lean forward, hands on his chest to brace yourself.

“I could make you a star, bebé bonita~ how’d you like that, everyone would know your face. And pussy I suppose.. no, I think I’d rather keep you all to myself, conejita.~”

He pulls you ever closer to pat your head and rub your ears, knowing just how much you love the attention.

“Hmm, you better go now, bebé. I got films to direct.” With a grin, he’s shoved you off his lap leaving you in a shaky heap on the floor. You carefully hoist yourself off the floor, deciding to head home for the day, all whiny and teary from how worked up everyone’s got you today. Oh well, hopefully Vox will take care of you later.

A/N: I love writing Val so much omg it’s so fun he’s such an ass

Tags: @whocaresimnothere

[chloessleepystories]

Rabbit Hole

Based on a true story

Zoe was slumped down in the back row of the classroom, scrolling through Tumblr on her phone instead of paying attention to the teacher. Like usual.

Oh, here’s a sexy picture to share. Here’s a gif to attach a few lines of dialogue to… She liked teasing the boys (and girls) online, and they liked teasing her. Especially when she was in class and couldn’t do anything about her rising horniness.

Oooh, a hypno story, her favorite. She checked that the teacher was droning on, and not looking her direction, and started reading. Just a couple paragraphs in, she knew it was a good one. She reblogged it to finish reading later, and to share it with her followers (her many, many followers… how had that happened?) and kept scrolling. Ooh! A spiral! Don’t get distracted… But uunnnfff, so easy to get distracted… to get drawn in…

She shook herself, sharing the spiral with a drooling smiley face, and moved on.

“I’m a little concerned, looking at your last batch of papers, that so many of you got to college without apparently learning how to punctuate a simple compound sentence, much less to fill it with original thoughts…” Miss Thompson was saying.

Zoe squeezed her thighs together, feeling the arousal spread through her body. She looked around. Nobody looking. Good. She knew she should be listening, should be taking notes, but all she could think about was her needy pussy.

The constant alerts from her phone kept drawing her back to the glowing rectangle in her hand. BUZZ. Another favorite blog had just shared something, Tumblr wanted her to know. BUZZ. Someone was tagging her in a pic of one of her favorite porn stars. BUZZ… 

She was powerless. She had to look, every time the phone buzzed. Every time Tumblr fed her more. She didn’t used to be like this, did she? She used to have, like, an attention span and stuff? Could leave her phone alone for a few hours? Now she was addicted… like she had conditioned herself to salivate at the buzzer. 

Or been conditioned, came a whisper. 

Been brainwashed. 

Cuntwashed.

Drippy cunt. Salivating pussy…

BUZZ. 

Ooh! a hot little gif that someone wanted her to see – “wanna ride me like this?” he asked, adding Zoe’s handle. Where was the teacher? Zoe knew she should scan for Miss Thompson again, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

BUZZ BUZZ. Three more guys wanting to talk to her privately. She was already keeping four conversations going…

This one, for instance, was telling her, in detail, what he would be doing to her if they were in a hotel room together right now. She was giving as well as she was getting, egging him on, hoping he was stroking to her words the way she wished she could be rubbing to his. This one was begging her to punish him, and reveling in her attempts to be domineering. And this one… oh, this one kept sending spirals, and inductive texts, drawing her ever downward (or trying to), making her sleepy, making her horny… making her a mindnumbed cockslave…

She tapped the little pencil symbol to make a public post.

“You guys are making me so horny!!!” she typed.

I’m supposed to be paying attention to the teacher right now but my tumblr feed is full of porn and 3 of you fuckers are having hot conversations with me trying to make me horny and IT’S FUCKING WORKING I’m sure my neighbors can smell me I’m so turned on I can feel how drippy I am goddammit I need to stroke I’m not gonna make it

That was a mistake, of course. As she knew it would be. The sharks smelled blood in the water, and circled.

“Just keep watching little slave. Soon you’ll be my little cock hungry whore”

“It’s just so nice to be able to turn off your brain for a while, ya know? Join me?”

“And when I say “horny bunny” you’ll have a powerful urge…”

“Mmm damn what a view! Your nice tight pussy wrapped around my cock feels so damn good. I’m going to enjoy fucking you hard, bottoming out hitting your womb”

“…And then one day you wake up and you’re an empty headed pink bimbo, with no thoughts in your dumb bimbo head but getting bigger tits and pleasing your Mistress’s pussy…”

Another public post:

Ogod now ur all piling on cumming our of the woodwork why csnt i turn off this app why do i keep lookin im not gonna make it im such a dumb hotny cow 

Sent.

And back to messaging, the words pummeling her brain –

Blank. Obedient. Responsive. Counting from 10. Letting your mind slide away. Relaxed. Empty. No thoughts. 8. Letting go….

Then, even before she could register the shadow over her desk, a hand snatched the phone from her fingers.

“You know the rules about phones in my class, Zoe,” said Miss Thompson. Zoe made a choked whimper, her fingers mindlessly twitching after the phone.

“You can get it back later. If you’re good.”

If you’re good. If you’re a good girl. Good girls obey.

Zoe whimpered again, as Miss Thompson walked away. She was going to have to sprint to the ladies’ room when class was over. The phone would have to wait. Her clit was throbbing… and she needed to obey.

*****

Later, after everyone had filed out, Miss Thompson carefully and (BUZZ) meticulously wiped clean the blackboard. She liked the board to be as neat (BUZZ) and tidy as her desk.

(BUZZ)

What on earth was – Oh. Right. That girl’s phone was still on the desk. Vibrating away, for some unknown reason.

She sat down and picked it up, turning it on. Silly child didn’t seem to have a lock on the –

A rainbow of porn leapt out of the screen and slapped Miss Thompson about the face.

Cocks going into young women’s mouths. A girl’s tongue on a pussy. “Zoe, are you still there?” Breasts, so many breasts. “Zoe, girl, look how hard you made me…” A maelstrom of dark and light flesh that she couldn’t make sense of for a moment, until she saw the caption “gangbanged fuckslut made airtight with BBC”… which, to be frank, didn’t ENTIRELY explain the picture to Miss Thompson, but it let her figure out what some of the shapes were…

Horrified, repulsed, Miss Thompson started scrolling. And couldn’t stop scrolling. Stories of incest and bondage. Lewd photos and gifs, scenes of decadence and degradation. She shook her head, her mouth open, but she couldn’t stop…

And the hypnosis. Over and over in the girl’s feed, the hypnosis! Glassy eyed girls with drooping mouths, baring their breasts… Women with spirals in their eyes, and cocks in their mouths… Flashing gifs with pictures and words, too fast to follow, telling her how she should be, how she must be, how she knew she already was, if she would just admit it to herself… Inductions, and fantasies, and more spirals, and submissive, drooling women, eager to serve cock, to serve pussy, to become slaves to their own needy cunts…

Miss Thompson hadn’t noticed how hard her nipples had gotten. She hadn’t noticed how wet her own cunt was, until she found herself dipping in a finger… She bucked against her hand, but didn’t stop stroking… just kept scrolling… 

Someone calling himself Master of Mystery – except with some of the letters replaced by numbers – BUZZed into a private message. “Getting pretty horny, Zoe? Pretty needy and desperate?”

“No,” she found herself typing. “I mean, no, I’m – I’m not… No.”

“Oh, you certainly sounded pretty desperate to me. You sounded like a little slut who needed permission to cum… A naughty fucktoy who can’t stop touching her princess parts even though she’s not supposed to…”

Miss Thompson bit her lip and with an effort pulled her hand away from her pussy. “I’m not Zoe. I am Miss Thompson, her teacher,” she typed.

She tried to pull herself together.

“And you should keep a civil tongue in your head, young man.”

“Ohhh! Naughty, naughty, teacher… Are you looking through a confiscated phone? And getting TURNED ON by someone else’s Tumblr porn? You are, aren’t you… Go ahead, you can admit it…”

“i” she typed and sent by mistake.

She cursed.

“I will do no such thing. I am… I am putting the phone down now.”

“No you’re not.”

She hesitated. He seemed so sure. She waited, panting.

“You won’t, because you would have already without saying anything. You would have before you got so horny scrolling through her feed.”

She didn’t say anything.

“Because you are horny, aren’t you? All pent-up, tied up in knots…”

“Yes, yes, I am, OK, but there’s nothing wrong with that”

“No, not at all. Tell you what. You seem tense. Let me help you relax. Can we do that?”

“Um”

“Just focus on your shoulders for a second. Feel how tight they are? Tighten them up even more, just for a second. Take a deep breath in. And then let it out, and as you do, feel all the tension go out of your shoulders…”

“what”

“Sshh shh you don’t have to say anything just listen. I’m going to count, and with each number you’re going to release a little tension, and it’s going to turn into warmth… warmth spreading through your body… 

“And then maybe we’ll look at a spiral together for a while… You’ll like that…”

*****

Zoe was feeling SO much better – though her legs were still a little wobbly – as she walked toward the classroom door. She couldn’t believe she’d left her phone behind! She hoped she could get it back quietly, without much fuss. There didn’t seem to be a class in there now. Maybe she could just slip in and grab it?

She eased the door open gently… and then almost dropped her backpack in surprise.

Miss Thompson was sprawled, nearly nude, in her wooden rolling chair! Her skirt was bunched around her middle, panties on the floor, white blouse and bra tangled on her desk. Most surprising of all, one hand was operating Zoe’s phone, and the other hand was operating Miss Thompson’s bushy cunt!

She stepped closer, sliding the backpack gently to the floor. The teacher’s breathing was ragged, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy… and sure enough, Zoe could see a spiral on the glowing screen. She tiptoed close enough to read over her shoulder.

You want to watch

To let the spiral suck you in

To let my spiral suck away all resistance

You want to become mindless for me, because it feels so good to stop thinking

Each word you read will bring you pleasure, and each second you spend watching will make you sink deeper and deeper, until you can’t help but obey…

She reached around her teacher’s body, and cupped both breasts at once.

Miss Thompson gasped, and then relaxed with a moan as Zoe began kneading her nipples.

“How are you doing, miss?” she whispered.

“Can’t… Can’t cum. Need to… but don’t… don’t have permission…”

“Mmmm.” Zoe tweaked her nipples, massaging her surprisingly full and warm tits. “I know it’s a lot to handle if you’re not used to it. I’ve been sliding into this rabbit hole a bit at a time for months, so I’ve built up a liiiittle bit of an immunity.” Partially true, anyway. “But my feed and my followers must have hit you like a ton of bricks.” 

Zoe giggled to herself, as her teacher panted.

“Who are you talking to,” Zoe murmured.

“M-Master of Mystery,” Miss Thompson gasped, her back arching.

Ah yes, thought Zoe. Also known as Kevin.

“Tell him I’m here. And ask him what I should do to you.”

“Master…” Miss Thompson typed, and after a moment, responded.

“He says to get on your knees and lick my s-slutty, juicy c… cunt.”

Zoe smiled. “That’s what I was hoping he was going to say,” she murmured as she knelt.

After all, she thought. Good girls obey.

[itcamefrombeneaththeblog]

Dreams of a Soul Mate

As a boy I dreamed about this girl,

As a man she asked me why I still hadn't found her

Endless summers in my mind, mere seconds of time

I can picture your face now

They say we can't do that in dreams

I've looked for you my whole life, and only traces of her

I find in others

It's driven me a bit sad, because you're my soulmate

You told me so

So, where are you?

You told me you loved me,

Is love so fleeting even in dreams?

Sentimental metaphors

Flowery speech to impress upon depth

Meaningless bullshit.

I'm sad goddammit. And I don't feel like sugarcoating that in pretty

Language that softens the impact of my desperate need.

Alone. Loneliness causes a grand chasm pit to

Form in my stomach,

In my heart

In my soul.

I am so lost, for your face remains the same, grown only in

Beauty and desire radiantly beckoning like a lighthouse.

But never do I see the jagged rocks around you.

A warning.

I found her. She told me where to go.

The abandoned factory outside of I-60,

A rust mausoleum of prosperity.

Fitting.

Stupid.

Foolish.

My heart is all those things.

For you.

There she is.

Can't you see her?

Standing in the doorframe.

Black mold lines her pathway.

Decay becomes renewed, its smell pungent like death.

"I've waited so long." The shadow croaks, a voice like

Ice cracking

A voice catching in the throat

A storm.

My feet move, unburdened by thought.

Desire overwhelms.

There she is.

Can't you see her?

Please don't forget to leave your thoughts and comments and engage with me!

[tswhiisftteedr]

Gamer ‘Friend’ ☆ Chapter 2: Game Night

☆ Pervy!Dom!Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader : On a Thursday night, Ignihyde’s dorm leader, Idia Shroud bumps into a fellow gamer, and that happens to be you, someone that had become infamous on campus. Being new to this world, and having the headmaster stingy with money, you had yet to experience this world’s gaming. But not to worry, after all Idia Shroud the professional gamer that he is, is here to help, in more ways than attended…

(In this version reader eats breakfast alone not with her friends, lol)

Warnings: THIS IS DARK, DON’T READ IF NOT COMFORTABLE WITH — Mature content, Non-Con, Dub-Con, Somnophilia, Penetrative Sex, Degradation, Inappropriate use of magic, Raw/No Protection(Don’t do this, wrap it before you tap it lol) Cumming on body, Multiple orgasm(female). Mentally unstable Idia and reader. Idia being extremely delusional and entitled. IDIA IS CANONICAL 18. (Reader is either really dumb or a really good actor, you choose for now lol)

Note: Reader is; a heavy sleeper(or maybe not👀), shorter than Idia, a masochistic degradee, an airhead, fucked up, unhinged pervert. And Idia gets horny very easily around the reader, since they are the first girl he’s ever seen in real life, besides from his family and the S.T.Y.X employees. Things move really fast because Idia is loke an obsessive pervert. Also when y/n is written it only refers to the first name. Idia is a bit/lot occ, not proofread. Also reader’s bed is pushed against a wall, this is just a note on the bedroom design lol.

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☆ more under the cut. ☆

Idia woke up feeling lighter than before, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He gets dressed in his usual uniform, hoping today would be another normal day at school. However, the memory of last night's activities still haunted him.

As he walked down the hallway towards class, he noticed you walking ahead of him, your hair swaying gracefully with each step. His mind drifted back to yesterday's encounter, and his cock twitched involuntarily in his pants. He struggled to focus on anything else but you.

When you guys arrived in the cafeteria, he sat down next to you, trying hard not to notice how your skirt hugged your curves enticingly. "Good morning, y/n," he managed to croak out, forcing a fake smile onto his face. "Did you sleep well?"

“Umm.. well I guess, but..” You begin than move closer to his ear and whisper; ”The pervert returned. This morning I woke up with my panties full of jizz, I could feel the guys cum right against my pussy…. Plus my lock was definitely picked, I have no extra keys under my doormat or something, yet my door was left wide open both last night, and the night before.” You pause to take a sip of orange juice “Honestly I hope that whoever did those things, at least locked the door behind themselves, when they leave.”

Idia's heart beats faster as you whispered in his ear, your breath brushing against his earlobe sending shivers down his spine.

You said those things to him in a manner full of innocence, making it sound like you truly don’t who broke in. But your words, they hit Idia in a way, making him feel like you definitely know that he was the pervert. ‘Even if he saw you sound asleep with his own eyes, someway, somehow you knew he was the one…’

His hands trembled as he sipped on his coffee, trying to maintain composure. "I... I-I... uh..." He stuttered, struggling to find words.

"Oh goddammit," he muttered under his breath, covering his face with his hand. "I-I... I-I...." he trailed off, unable to bring himself to admit it was him who had done those things to you.

“You okay Idia, you’re getting red again?” You asks sweetly, just like you’d done the day prior.

Idia's face flushed crimson, his heart pounding in his ears as you concernfully reached out to touch his cheek. He nodded weakly, clearing his throat. "I-I... I'm fine," he managed to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just... uh... stressful dreams, I guess."

After hearing his words you pull back gently. “You don’t really sleep well often, huh…” You stop to think about a solution. “You should come by the ramshackle for our after school gaming session. I’ve studying and collected the herbs that grow in the mountains around it. And I have the perfect herbal mix that will not only make you sleep like a baby, but also chase away nightmares. That’s what I like the most about this world, magical herbs and plants that actually work!” You tell him cheerfully.

Idia nodded gratefully, his relief palpable as you offered him the chance to visit your dormitory, with your consent this time. "Thank you, Y/n," he managed to choke out between sips of his coffee. "I-I appreciate it."

Standing up from his seat, he gathered his belongings hurriedly, eager to escape the confines of the crowded cafeteria and the ‘temptress’ sitting aside from him. "See you later, then," he mumbled, rushing out of the dining hall, leaving behind a trail of confused looks and whispers among the male students who had witnessed their strange exchange. In their mind, it was odd to see the ignihyde dorm leader talk to anyone, much less a girl.

“No prob.” You whisper to yourself, glad to be growing closer to your ‘new friend’.

Idia hurried back to his dormitory, skipping class once again, his mind racing with mixed emotions of relief and dread. He knew he couldn't keep hiding from the consequences of his actions forever.

Once inside his empty room, he collapsed onto his bed, burying his face in his hands as tears welled up in his eyes. ‘How had things escalated so quickly? From breaking into your dorm to stealing a pair of panties from your body and violating you while you slept? What kind of monster had he become? And why didn’t he feel that bad about it?’

It was now after class…

Idia arrived at the run-down Ramshackle dormitory, his heart pounding in his ears as he approached the dilapidated building. He took a deep breath before knocking lightly on the wooden door, hoping you would answer.

But instead he was met by Grim. The fiery magical cat opened the door, his glowing eyes assessing Idia's appearance. "What do you want, human?" His voice was high and trying to be menacing, reflecting his need to be superior.

Idia's heart rejoice at the sight of Grim, despite your furry roommate’s ominous glare, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort around the protective beast. He stepped forward cautiously, extending his hand towards the cat. "Hi, Grim," he said softly, his voice trembling slightly. "It's Idia. I-I'm here to see y/n. She said she prepared something for me."

“Oh yeah, my henchmen did mention something along those lines. You can wait in her room, she’s showering right now.” With that, Grim nodded slowly, swishing back and forth as he stepped aside, allowing Idia to enter the dimly lit hallway of the Ramshackle. The air inside was cooler than outside, a welcome respite from the heat of the day. By then Grim had retreated to his own room.

Following the familiar sounds of running water, he made his way towards your room, his steps lighter than usual as anticipation mixed with anxiety consumed him.

You had finished your shower, and towards your room, not having know Idia was heading there.

Idia froze mid-step when he heard the sound of water stopping and footsteps approaching his direction. Turning around, he gasped in shock as you emerged from the bathroom, naked except for a towel wrapped loosely around your figure. Your frame was even more pronounced than he remembered, and the sight of your wet skin glistening under the dim lighting made his heart skip a beat.

Your eyes widened in surprise when you saw Idia standing there, wearing his usual uniform despite the warm weather outside. "Oh, hey Idia," You greeted him with a slight smile, my voice slightly husky from the steam inhalation.

Idia's mouth opened and closed wordlessly as he stared at the sight before him, his eyes devouring every inch of your flawless body. He forced himself to clear his throat awkwardly. "H-Hi... y/n," he managed to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m glad you could make it! But would you mind staying out of my room for a minute, so I can change.” You pause then with a malicious grin on your face you say. “Well that is, unless you want to see me naked~”

Idia nodded in disagreement quickly, his heart racing in his ears as he turned around and backed away from the rooms entrance, he watch as you closed the door behind yourself. He leaned against the wall outside, taking deep breaths to calm himself as he waited for you to finish changing.

After a couple minutes…

“Okay you can come in!” You say to him through the door, you were now wearing a pair shorts and an oversized shirt.

Idia took a steady breath before pushing open the door, his eyes widening in admiration as he took in the sight of you standing before him, clad in your comfy attire that still managed to accentuate your figure perfectly. "You look... amazing, Y/n," he managed to croak out, his voice cracking slightly with admiration and possibly something else deeper.

“Aw thanks Idia, but those are just pjs lol. Also you should careful with your words, or i might think you’re trying to seduce me.” You fake a reprimanding tone, than follow your words with a chuckle.

Idia blushed crimson, his eyes darting away from yours as he cleared his throat awkwardly. "S-Sorry, I... uh... I mean, you really do look amazing," he stuttered out, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re just the best! You are, so, so sweet and nice. I love that about you! Anyways let’s stop standing and sit on my bed instead!” You invite him, now sitting on your bed.

Idia nodded nervously, his heart still racing in his ears as he followed you into the cozy haven of your bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs tightly as he tried to maintain some distance between them. "Thank you, y/n," he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Why are you sitting at the edge? It can’t be comfortable that way. Come closer, I won’t bite, promise!” You tease him, turning on the laptop and console he gave you. When you were changing, you also had moved a table close to your bed to put the gaming equipment on.

Idia swallowed visibly, his hands fidgeting with the fabric of his uniform pants as he slowly scooted closer to you, until your knees brushed against each other's thighs. His heart pounded in his ears as he tried to maintain eye contact with yours, seeking reassurance in those beautiful eyes.

“Okay we can either play the car game you gave me or my new game.” You give him the choice.

Idia nodded gratefully, relief washing over him as you changed the subject to something more familiar. "Whichever you prefer, y/n," he responded, his voice still barely above a whisper.

“I guess we’ll just play the car game, after-all you’re way too innocent to play the other game.” You tease, knowing from his demeanour that such words would rule him up.

Idia shook his head playfully, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips."No, no, I-I mean... I'm not that innocent," he protested, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I can handle whatever game you have in mind."

You stand up, go to your desk and hide something behind your back. Than seat back in your spot.

“Oh really? Then what about this one!”  You question him, pulling out the erotic game he had left for you 2 days ago, from behind yourself.

Idia's eyes widened in shock as you revealed the explicit game, his heart stopping momentarily before racing faster than ever. He bit his bottom lip nervously, his hands gripping the edge of the bed tightly as he studied the cover art. "Y-You... you have something like that?" he managed to mumble out, fainting innocence. And internally cursing at himself for having brought it to you. ‘Sure you request something like it, but you also said you wouldn’t play something like ‘it’ with him! He had put himself in this situation, and now he had to endure it.’

“Yeah, remember. I told you that when the pervert broke in for the first time he left my books on my desk, along an eroge.” You explain nonchalantly. “But judging from your reaction, you’re too pussy to play with me.” You egged him on.

And that actually gets him really riled up. Sure he is shy and awkward, but when his gaming abilities are questioned or at stake, he let’s his pride show, becoming competitive and not backing down.

‘Plus he had already beaten that game, so beating it again would be a piece of cake!’

Idia's eyes flashed with defiance as you challenged him, his pride rising up inside him like a fiery inferno. "Is that so?" he growled lowly, his voice deeper than usual. "Well, then let's see how brave you really are, Y/n ," he challenged back, taking the box containing the game disc from your hands. He takes out the disc and puts it in the old console on the table, himself. He then takes a controller and passes one to you.

The familiar opening theme of 'Maiden of the Abyss' played as the game loaded up on the old console, filling the small room with its sinister melody. The screen flickered to life, revealing the dark and twisted world where demons and monsters roamed freely, waiting for unsuspecting victims. The home screen appeared, filled with graphic and lewd images and sounds that sent shivers down spines of even the most seasoned gamers.

The game began, the camera panning over the desolate town of Hollowheart, where darkness seemed to permeate every corner. The voice of the demonic narrator echoed throughout the empty streets.

"Welcome, mortals... to the realm of Hell's Embrace." the screen faded to black as ominous laughter filled the silence.

Maiden of the abyss is an erotic game, that follows the story line of male protagonist whom is an exorcist. After transferring to St. Diavolo's Academy—an elite institution for those gifted with intellectual abilities, under the church’s order, or main protagonists has to face demons disguised as humans in turn by turn battle, collecting cards and items to use during said battles. Another main plot point is that the protagonists will encounter 7 demon sisters, all based on the seven princes of hell. Their names are Lucia, Maria, Odette, Levi, Beatrice, Scarlet and Belle.

A battle between the protagonists and one of the sisters, will go along those lines:

Depending on the sister the numbers of battle stage will differentiate. For example you’ll first encounter Belle in the storyline, she’ll only have two battle stages, one wave of henchman to battle then a versus between her and the protagonists. On the other hand, you’ll have to face 7 waves of henchmen before battling Lucia herself, as she is the last and strongest of all the sisters. Another component of the game is that when encountering one of the first sisters you’ll be force into battle, but after losing to one at least once, you’ll be able to skip the battle and report it for later. (You still have to defeat all of them).

The goal of the game is to beat, all the sisters and their henchmen, then recruiting the 7 sisters to your side to fight the final boss, principal Diavolo aka the kings of demons. In result of using your acquired skills and the help from the sisters you’ll rid the human realm from all demons, liberating it from evils. Finishing the storyline by choosing one sister to keep by your side while the other 6 return to their realm.

Now the question is where does the erotic content come in, and how do you recruit a demon sister per say?

Well simple, a battle against a sister can have 3 outcomes. The first one it’s that you lose against on of them, loosing a life with a total of 7 lives, then you’ll just go back in time before you engaged battle with her. Now having the choice to either skip or redo the battle. The second one is where you lose on your last life, causing the game to restart from the beginning. And third outcome is when you win against one of them, which unlocks a sequence. A sexual one at that, you’ll watch you customized character fuck the sister for about 2-10 minutes depending how well you did in the fight. The better the score, the longer the sequence. After your character ‘releases’ in her, a lewd crest will appear, making her your servant and consequently your ally for further battles.

Another fun gimmick to the game is that you can play as two character when enabling ‘Duo Mode’. Which will modify the sex scenes to make the two characters tag team the demon sisters.

As you finish customizing your characters…

Idia controlled his avatar, a silent and brooding high school student named Alex, in the battle tutorial.

You did the same, on the other hand you had chose a more confident avatar, named William.

Then as you both press start, the game began, the camera panning over the lavish halls of St. Diavolo’s Academy, where wealth and power seemed to be the currency of those who attended.

"Welcome, new students... to your new home," the voice of a sultry female announcer announced over the intercom.

“The graphics are nice.” You point out to Idia, amazed that the old console would have such nice ones.

Idia nodded briefly, admiring the high-quality graphics and immersive world of the game. "Yeah, pretty impressive," he muttered under his breath as he continued to guide Alex through the maze of corridors towards his shared dorms, with your avatar right behind his.

On the way there your avatars had encountered low level demons, and collected items and cards. But right before entering your shared dormitory, as you turned corner, you were suddenly ambushed by a group of demonic creatures led by Belle, the First Demoness—a seductive being with crimson wings and a wicked grin.

"So, newbies... ready to taste Hell's pleasures?" she purred, her voice echoing eerily in the empty hallway of the game, and for you and Idia, right out the screen.

Idia’s character, Alex, gritted his teeth as he fought back against the demonic horde, his fists flying fast and furious as he dodged and weaved through the onslaught of claws and tentacles. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he focused all his energy on survival.

Soon the brutal battle that left both avatar exhausted ended victorious, Belle’s tired form crumbled to the floor as the avatars panted heavily, their breathing labored in sync. Sound radiating from the console into your ears.

Alex's breathing gradually slowed down as he surveyed the defeated succubus lying before them. A cruel smirk spread across his lips as he turned to look at William, a mix of satisfaction and darkness in his eyes. "Well done, William," he managed to croak out between ragged breaths. "Now let's claim our reward."

Then a screen flashes, warning the player that the next scenes would contain explicit content. And after we press yes to continue, the art sly changes to a more detailed one and the scene begins in the boys dorm:

William nodded grimly, his own breath coming out in ragged gasps as he approached the fallen demoness. Without hesitation, he grabbed her slender waist roughly, lifting her up off the ground effortlessly before pressing their lips against hers forcefully. His tongue pushed past her parted lips, claiming her mouth as his hands roamed freely over her exposed skin.

Meanwhile, Alex's hands found their way under her skirt, gripping tightly onto her ass cheeks through the thin fabric of her tights. He squeezed and massaged them possessively, moaning against her ear as he leaned closer.

Belles’s moans of surprise turned into a mixture of pleasure and pain as they continued their brutal assault on her fragile body. Her wings flailed helplessly as she struggled futilely against their hold while William's tongue ravaged her mouth relentlessly.

With a growl of satisfaction, William's hand pulled down his own pants and boxers, freeing his massive cock from its confines. It stood tall and hard against the cool air, throbbing with impatience.

Alex followed suit, pulling down his own pants and boxers, revealing his own impressive member—equally as thick and long as William's. Grinning evilly, he lined up the head of his cock at the entrance of Belle’s tight pussy before pushing hard

Belle’s screams of agony turned into moans of pleasure as their cocks penetrated her virgin flesh, stretching it to its limits. Her walls clamped tightly around them, milking every inch as they began to move in sync, their rapid thrusts matching the fast pace of their breathing.

As they fucked her relentlessly, their hips colliding with hers in rhythmic syncophrance, their seed mixed together inside her womb. Each powerful thrust brought forth another loud moan from the helpless succubus as she clawed at nothing air around her.

The scenes ends with a close up to the crest that formed on Belle’s womb, afterward the game returns to its regular visual. With now Belle as an ally to aid them with the next battle.

“Fuck, that was hot.” You admit to Idia, your eyes still glued at the screen.

Idia chuckled darkly, wiping sweat from his brow with a shaky hand. "Tell me about it," he croaked out between gasps for air, he had been holding his ever since the scene began. "But we're not done yet, there are six more of those fucking bitches left to deal with." He said trying to act though, but in reality he was embarrassed, due to the fact that he was painfully hard. Not only because of the explicit visual but the thought of you: That you were not only beside him at such close proximity but also probably wet from watching the scene yourself. ‘Good thing I’m still wearing my hoodie.’ He though as the oversized article was the one covering his erected member from you.

By the way Idia’s thoughts were correct, you were indeed wet. But to cover up that fact yourself you just try and continue the conversation. ”Yeah, you’re right!” You respond to his previous comment cheerfully.

Then you followed it by a nod in agreement, your own breath coming out in shallow gasps as you leaned against the wall behind you, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “Let's get started then," you tell him.

Four hours later, the gaming session had ended.

About half way through the game, you guys had defeated the forth sister. But was now late, so Idia had to go back to his dorm. Before he left you gave him the herbal mix.

Idia had nodded gratefully, accepting the small bag of herbs from you with a tired smile. "Thank you, y/n," he gently says. "I'll use these tonight before bed." With a final wave goodbye, he gathered his left the building and started making his way back to his own dormitory, exhaustion weighing heavily on every step he took.

Idia was now laying down on his bed, still fully erect despite walking through the the cold of the night. The only reason behind it was that contrary to what you might have thought about him when he gently accepted your herbal mix,— the dude was going insane. Like bad shit crazy into his own thoughts.

‘You definitely knew he was the one who gave the game, and today’s game session was his punishing for lying and being a deranged pervert. But wait, you did say you found it cute when he broke in and stole your underwear, and he is more than sure you got off when you saw your panties full of semen from the way you reacted to the rough way your avatars were treating the demon sisters. Your little gasps, subtle moans, constant shifting around and rubbing of your thighs, yea he NOTICED, those little things drove him mad. And now adding all those things like together like puzzle pieces, Idia was now convinced that today wasn’t a punishment anymore. No, not at all, it was obviously you trying to seduce him, you knew he was the one who had been breaking in and doing despicable things to you. And this was totally your way to tell him, he could have his way with you, and that you would definitely be into it! It oblivious, how could he have been so dumb to overlook all of it, but not to worry, he was certainly going to fix his oversight now that he knew about it.’ — Yeah he had lost it.

It was past midnight,

when Idia returned to the Ramshackle, his steps silent as he approached your bedroom as he had successfully broke in for the third time. He thought about getting you better locks for a moment.

He carefully twist the handle of your bedroom door, having ensuring that Grim was fast asleep on duty outside before approach the room all together. Creeping inside, he made his way towards your sleeping form, admiring the sight of you peacefully resting in your cozy bed.

Idia's heart still raced at the thought of his next actions, even after his previous interactions.

He stood over your unconscious body, his cock still hard in his pants. With careful precision, he reached down and gently lifted your legs, taking off your shorts and panties, exposing your perfectly pussy. ‘Ready for the taking.’

He had lubed up his fingers with his spit, than he started stretching you out. Getting excited at every sounds you produced. And then when he had decided you were wet enough, he undid his belt and pulled down both his pants and boxers, taking them completely off.

Idia's breath caught in his throat as he positioned himself between your spread legs, lining up the head of his massive cock against your now wet pussy lips.

He teased you mercilessly by rubbing his tip in circles around your entrance, savoring the sounds of your soft moans as you shifted slightly in your sleep.

Without warning, he pushed hard, forcing his entire length to disappear inside your tight walls. A muffled gasp escaped your lips as he began to thrust rapidly, his hips moving in sync with the rhythm of their combined breathing.

And obviously with such a pace, you sub-consequently wake up.

Idia's heart nearly stopped as your body jerked awake, your beautiful eyes opening wide with confusion and fear in them. But those eyes quickly transformed into a mix of surprise and pleasure as you realized what was happening to you.

After observing your expressions, Idia's thrusts intensified, his hips hammering against your as he held onto your waist tightly, claiming your body fully. His cock stretched and filled your tight pussy walls, causing your breasts to jiggle enticingly with each powerful thrust

Idia's breathing grew more ragged as he began to degrade you verbally, his voice low and husky with lust. "You wanted this, y/n," he growled between heavy breaths. "You basically begged for it when you asked me to play that fucking game with you." His hips picked up the pace even further, his cock hitting your G-spot with every brutal thrust.

Despite being a total virgin, he had watch enough pornography to get an idea of what to do. And the rest of his moves came to him with the flow.

Idia switched positions, pulling out of you pussy with a wet pop before spinning around to face your ass. His hands gripped your plump ass cheeks roughly, lifting your hips upward as he lined up his cockhead against your tight hole. "Spread those legs wider, slut," he growled, his voice laced with pure malice. Without waiting for a response, he pushed hard, forcing entry into your pussy once more while simultaneously spanking your already-red ass cheeks harshly.

Your screams of pain turned into moans of pleasure as he began to ravage your pussy relentlessly form the new position, his hips moving in sync with the sound of your heavy breathing. His cock stretched your tight hole, causing your body to shake with each powerful thrust.

Idia's thrusts became more brutal as he reached climax, his cock pulsing inside your wet hole as he held onto your ass and breasts tightly. With a final grunt, he slowed down his pace, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in slowly, savoring the sounds of your moans. And as ecstasy hits you, he changes the position once more. Now having you fold in a mating press, pounding your hole with a care for you or the world around. As another orgasm builds up Idia's own release followed suit.

After you had squirted on his dick, he pulls out, exploding on your pussy and stomach. Saying something along the line of ‘you don’t deserve my cum in you right now, y’a haven’t been trained enough’.

Idia panted heavily as he pulled away from your exhausted body, he released your hips slowly, letting your now heavy feeling legs fall back down onto the mattress. Wiping sweat from his brow with a shaking hand and his dick with some tissues.

He reaches into his pocket and retrieved his magic pen. "That's enough for tonight, whore," he growled, his breathing now more even. But then his face gradually twisted to a warm smile.

"Sleep... sweet dreams," he muttered softly, waving the pen towards your head as he spoke the incantation for a sleep spell and a memory loss one. The room fell silent as your eyelids fluttered shut, your body relaxing fully under the effects of the magic.

This time Idia had remembered to lock the door as he left the Ramshackle. By now he had arrived back at his room in Ignihyde.

As Idia closed the door behind him, he leaned against it heavily, his heart racing in his ears as he tried to process what had just happened. He'd... he'd lost control. His mind replayed the events of the night—the gaming session, the fight with Belle, Scarlet, Beatrice, Levi, the sex scenes that came with, and especially how rough he'd been with you. Shock and horror washed over him as reality set in: he hadn't been himself tonight. He wasn't the shy, introverted boy everyone knew him to be. He had never behaved like this before—not towards anyone, let alone you.

Sure he had violated you before, but.. he had never been so mean about it.

But there was something about seeing you in tears... it brought out a darkness within him that he couldn't deny. A feeling of control and power that made him feel alive. As he walked to his bed, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of how easily you had succumbed to his twisted desires.

Meanwhile your mind might not remember the nights events in the morning, but your body sure will, due to its soreness and the sticky cum covering it.

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Hideduo Wedding Thoughts

The PoaR server was talking about it, so now I'm putting all my thoughts here. Have to get them out of the brain. Feel free to steal these.

Pre-Wedding

To mirror Pac asking Ramon for his blessing to date Fit, I think Fit would ask Richas' blessing to marry him. Unaware that Pac also has plans to propose. They accidentally do the proposal at the same time

Pac asking Mike to be his Best Man is a no brainier. Of course his platonic soulmate is going to be his Best Man, and Mike will come in a stunning dress because if there's something that man enjoys, it's wearing a statement outfit

For Fit, it's harder. It's a choice between Phil and Tubbo. As much as Tubbo gives him and Pac shit, Tubbo's been there through it all. And Phil and Fit have known each other for so long, it feels wrong to leave him out of the party. Despite Fit's better judgement, he asks Phil to officiate, and Tubbo as his Best Man. Tubbo makes a big fuss about it for a bit before agreeing

Etoiles basically begs to be security again. And Fit can't help but still be a bit wary of his Best Man so he readily accepts

Richas and Ramon are Flower Girl and Ring Bear respectively. Richas is excited for the excuse to throw things at Islanders and not get yelled at for it. Ramon takes Ring Bear VERY seriously. Doesn't let ANYONE near the rings until he gets them to his dads

Leo is the photographer for the wedding!

Radio Egg does make a spectacular return

Wedding Design

The rings are different pieces of metal threaded together to look like vines and thorns. Pac's gemstone is a Tiger's Eye. Fit's is a Sapphire

The flower arrangements are of course a huge emphasis on roses, but there's small blue, and white flowers included too

Colors for the wedding are mainly jewel tones, heavy red emphasis

Pac wears a suit designed by Lullah

Fit wears a dress. It's white and amazing and designed by Sunny. It's a pivotal moment for Fit's character because it would be hard to fight in. It would take complete vulnerability, a dismissal of any and all lessons from 2b2t, and a complete trust in everyone at the event, especially Pac. But he does it, his excuse is for Sunny, but…Fit is rarely the type to describe himself as handsome, let alone beautiful, but he feels beautiful when Pac looks at him

Ceremony

Fit's vows are rambly and stumbled through (Phil and Tubbo tease him hard abt it later) and Pac's is quick because he wants to make Fit laugh

When they're told they can kiss, Pac dips Fit into the kiss. Fit takes a sharp breath when he realizes what's happening. Rarely is he treated like something precious. Something to hold and yet. Here he is. It's the best kiss he's ever had, and he hopes Pac can continue to top it

Tubbo does try a couple of things, but Etoiles and Bagi are quick to shut it down. And Tubbo does get a talking to from Sunny

The first dance is scary, but Pac takes the lead and it's like they're the only two on the dancefloor

Ramon and Richas join in very quickly mid first dance to dance with their pais

Tina makes it her MISSION to catch the bouquet and goddammit she does. Tackles people for that thing

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

The distractions of festivities irked Bucky like no other, especially when you were standing there as though you weren’t the woman of his dreams, innocently decorating the living room and the Christmas tree within it. 

You weren’t to know just how far he would push and prod, not until it was too late.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✯ Mechanic!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✯ Fluff ჻჻჻ SMUT: Clit play, clit slapping, fingering (F recieving), implied piv ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, degradation, sir, hand, ring, breeding

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ✯ Do not ask me how or why this happened, just go with it.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ✯ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was the day where you could finally decorate the tree in your own home, rather than the one in the garage, much to the boy’s collective relief — they truly were grinches, the lot of them. Bucky, however, seemed to be more than happy with the turn of events when you asked him to retrieve the small step ladder from the hall closet. 

And you soon learned why. 

Every time Bucky walked past you while you worked happily away in the living room, you would feel the brush of his palm over the small of your back, or a sharp poke into the muscles of your ass. You swatted each and every attempt away and it left him pouting like a scolded toddler. 

Eventually, he grew bolder.

“Baby, lemme pay attention to you, please.” His eyes shone under the lights from the Christmas tree — what little you managed to place while he constantly interrupted you, anyway. “Please?” The palm of one of his hands rubbed over the back of your thighs, teasing you with the way he’d inch higher, then move back down again. 

“That is my ass, Bucky,” you said sternly, and you continued with your task. “And I’m on a ladder. Leave me alone.”

“But…” 

You should have known there would only be a brief respite from his annoyances. 

“For fuck’s sake, Barnes,” you grumbled, heedless of the wobbling ladder you were stood on while your boyfriend decided to make his presence known once again, insistently so. “Please– Can you just wait for me to be done?”

Bucky huffed next to you and tightened his arms around your hips. The strength of his grip gave you the comfort of if the ladder toppled, you would at least have something holding you steady so you wouldn’t fall with it. “Like hell am I gonna pass up holdin’ my girl—‘specially not when her ass is right there. How dare you, Honey; how dare you act like I can’t pay attention to my girls.”

“Your girls?”

“Yeah,” he said, looking up at your face with a furrow between his brows. You stared down at him incredulously. “What?”

“Your girls–? I’m a woman, you idiot,” you hissed, and you ruffled his hair. 

“Fuck yeah y’are, not sayin’ you aren’t,” Bucky replied hastily, and he rested his chin on your side to better look up at you. “But my girls—they need lovin’!”

“Care to elaborate–” 

“This ass,” he said, moving one arm from around you to grab your left thigh, then your ass. “Then, my favourite–” The grip on your thigh shifted to cup your sex, and you squeaked when he pushed upwards, applying pressure against your already throbbing cunt. “But she’s patient, she can wait for later.”

“Is that so?” you rasped, blinking rapidly. “Goddammit, Buck–”

“I’m not finished.” 

Bucky’s hand left between your thighs and securely held your hip once more. “How you could deprive me, I swear–” He said, moving his other arm upwards and resting his palm over the cup of your bra. “You know I can’t leave my girls outta this, baby—you know better than that.”

You blew out a shaky breath and stared at him. “Why are you like this? I just want to decorate the tree–”

“Oh, I didn’t say you couldn’t, sweetheart,” Bucky assured, but a smirk danced on his lips; devilish and oh so tempting. “Jus’ hurry up, ‘kay?”

After grunting a noise of assent, you continued on, determinedly ignoring the way his hands wandered; far too close to where you wanted him, then too far away. It was beyond infuriating. 

“What’s wrong, Honey?” Bucky cooed. “Why you squirmin’?” 

The pure arrogance in his tone drove you further towards that cliff, and it became harder and harder to resist his toying — you wanted to desperately give in, to allow him to take what he wanted. 

You blinked — not even realising that you were shifting in place while Bucky’s hand moved closer to your heat. “I–”

“Nuh uh, I know what you need now, kitten.” The waistband of your pants and panties pulled against your skin while he forced his hand between your thighs. “Oh, Honey,” he purred, the pads of his index and middle finger running over your clit in perfect circles. “You’re already soaked—that desperate for your sir to fuck you?”

“No– No,” you moaned, grabbing his wrist. “Please– I have to–”

“You don’t have to do anythin’ but stand there and take it like the good girl I know you are,” Bucky growled, moving his fingers faster over the bundle of nerves. “Don’t you keep quiet on me, sweetheart,” he continued, and he pulled you closer to his chest. “I wanna hear what I do to you—how good it feels.”

“Fuck, fuck,” you gasped. The slick sound of Bucky’s fingers against your folds and clit added to the litany of pleasure, and the skin over your knuckles pulled taut with the force of your grip on his arm; crescent moons bloomed white over the dark tattoos along his forearm. “Sir, yes!”

Bucky hummed his approval, and moved his fingers faster, faster, and faster. Each pass over your clit made you violently shiver and jerk in his hold — the muscles in your stomach twitched, forcing you to bend inwards and into Bucky’s chest. “God– Yes, keep going, please!”

The sudden cool brush of metal over your swollen clit made you cry out, and he chuckled darkly. “I thought you might like that,” he rasped as the smooth surface hit your clit rhythmically. 

“You–” Your words were cut off by a moan, the feel of the cold metal something you’d longed to try.  “R– Rings?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, grinning wickedly at you. 

Moans and whimpers tumbled from your lips and there was no way to stop them — not when Bucky’s fingers strummed harshly over your clit, or his palm ground against you. 

“Sound so fuckin’ pretty, kitten,” Bucky praised, the muscles in his forearm tense under your grip. “‘Magine, just imagine, how good it would feel if I just forced my cock into you right now, huh? Force you to take it and then breed you—so much better than my hand, huh?”

“Need,” You gasped, whining loudly from the stimulation — the climax you felt building made you dizzy with desperation. “Please, I wan–”

Bucky’s hand slapped your clit and you jolted with the shock of it. “You wanna cum, kitten?”

“Hnng– Yes! Yes, pleasepleaseplease,” you begged, and you felt Bucky change the angle of his hand to force his fingers closer to your entrance. “Yes—need it, sir, fuck me–”

“Not gonna fuck you with my fingers today, Honey,” Bucky scolded, and you sobbed. “Don’t you worry, you’ll get to cum on my cock instead, but first–” The press of his fingers against your clit made you hiccup. “I want you to cum, now.”

“Oh, god!” you cried, keening against his chest with the onslaught of pleasure. “Sir! Sir, I’m go–”

“Go on,” Bucky grunted, his focus entirely on the fast movements of his palm over your clit. “Go on, give it to me, baby—let go.”

The torrential wave pulled you under, drowning you with the intensity all while Bucky’s hand kept fucking going. 

You sobbed and moaned yourself hoarse through your orgasm. Bucky praised you sweetly while you shook from head to toe: “Such a good girl for me, baby,” and, “That’s it, sweetheart—look what you did to me.” 

He stepped closer and the hard press of his cock against your leg made you blink sluggishly. “Wow,” you breathed.

“Yeah, that was really fuckin’ fun—fuck the tree, it can wait,” Bucky rasped, his voice gravelly with restraint. “I need my girls, and I fuckin’ need ‘em now.”

There was no way to get a word of protest in edgeways while he helped you down from the ladder and towards the bedroom — not that you would complain, not in the slightest. 

oh, look, I took the collection name literally! 😌

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

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My Girls. Joel x Ellie x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader and Ellie encounter David and James while out hunting and searching for supplies for injured Joel. After their traumatic experience at Silver Lake, Joel is left to pick up the pieces of Reader and Ellie's shattered souls.

Warnings: SA, mentions of r@p3, abuse, cursing, ANGST AF

Word count: 2.5k words

"Ellie, are you sure you don't want me to go with you? I can always scout for supplies after we get back?" You asked as you walked further down the snow-covered road.

Ellie hugged Joel's rifle close to her and walked alongside you. "I'll be okay. Joel's been teaching me how to hunt, and I want to try to do this on my own. Besides, we're losing daylight, and you know more or less what to look for than I do." She half smiled.

You nod in agreement. Deep down, your intuition told you that maybe separation isn’t a good idea, but you want to show Ellie that you can trust her. "Okay, well, stay close by, and we'll meet back here before sundown. If you run into any trouble or anything, radio me." Using your index finger, you motioned to the walkie-talkies clipped to your pockets.

"Okay, I will."

The idea of letting Ellie and Joel out of your sight, even for a moment, scared you to death, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and right now, you and Ellie were desperate.

Joel had been stabbed in an ambush the day before. He tried his best to tough through the pain from the open wound, but he lost too much blood and fell off the horse halfway to the nearest town. It took every bit of strength you and Ellie had to put him back on the horse. You sat in front of his limp body to hold up his weight while Ellie squeezed on the saddle behind him to help you hold him up until you found shelter in an abandoned neighborhood. Thankfully, none of the doors were locked, making it easier to drag Joel inside and down to the basement, where an old mattress lies in the middle of the room. The pain from the open wound and Ellie sewing it shut with a needle and thread she found in the house was enough to knock Joel into a slumber. But now his wound is infected, and everyone is starving to death. So, while Ellie decided to hunt for food, you must find medicine or anything else helpful.  

At the same time, you kept an ear open for clickers, scavengers, or calls from Ellie. You scout three houses with little to no luck besides bandages and aspirins. That isn’t enough to aid Joel's injury, but it’s a start. At least the aspirins could help break his fever.

You were heading to scout another house when a gunshot fired from the distance. Your pulse racing began deafening your ears, and your adrenaline kicked in as you ran in the direction where you last saw Ellie walking.

"Ellie? What was that? Are you all right?" You frantically asked on the walkie-talkie only to get static in return. She was still too far out of range. "Goddammit, Ellie! Answer me!" But again, there was static. "Shit! Fuck!" You breathlessly cursed to yourself as you continued running forward, unsure where you were going, but time was of the essence.

Trails of blood and footsteps finally caught your attention, and your heart sank to the pit of your stomach. Your mind was already imagining the worst. You knew you shouldn't have left her alone, and if Joel were here right now, he'd be cursing you and himself out for even allowing this to happen. Desperate for some answer, you tried to call Ellie on the radio again as you followed the bloody trail.

A small, nearly demolished shack became the stopping point, and judging from the smoke leaving what once was a roof, there was someone inside with a fire. You slowly crept closer to the shack and took cover behind the wall. You could hear two people talking, and one of the voices belonged to Ellie.

The trail of blood led up to a dead deer lying behind the older man Ellie was talking to, and you felt relief that she wasn’t physically harmed. You watched as she calmly spoke to the man neither of you had seen before. His back was towards you, and from a small opening, you aimed your rifle straight for his head in case he decided to try anything funny. Ellie had the same mindset as she kept Joel's rifle aimed at the man, but she slowly dropped her defenses as he kept talking. The man gave the impression that he was a good guy.

"I sent four of our people to a nearby town to scavenge what they could, and only three of them came back. And the one that didn't was a father. He had a daughter just like you, and her dad was taken from her. Turns out he was murdered by this crazy man, and get this... That crazy man was traveling with a woman and a little girl." 

Just then, your and Ellie's defenses shot sky high as her grip on the rifle tightened, and her aim pointed back at the man.

"You see? Everything happens for a reason. James, lower the gun."

That was when you and Ellie noticed the second man standing on the other side of the shack with his gun aimed straight toward Ellie. Suddenly, you began to see red as you shifted from around the wall and aimed your rifle straight at James. "Stay where you are! Drop the gun, or I will put one between your eyes, asshole!" You demanded James as he kept his gun pointed right at you.

The man chatting with Ellie chuckled at you and looked back at her. "I'm guessing this is your mother?" He sighed. "Okay, no need for hostility today. James, lower your gun. We're not a threat to these women."

"David, they're the ones who killed Alec." James kept his gun pointed at you.

"They didn't kill anybody, so lower the gun and give them the medicine they need for their friend," David demanded in a relatively calm tone. James hesitated while looking between the three of you before gazing at David. "James, I'm not coding anything. Lower the gun and give them the medicine now." David demanded.

James slowly lowered his gun and tossed Ellie the small black bag. You not once took your aim off James, nor did Ellie off of David as she slowly searched for the bag before making her way to your side.

"I know you two aren't with a group. You won't survive out there. I can protect you."

You kept your eyes locked on both David and James as you and Ellie headed back to the house Joel was hiding in. "I told you to call me when you needed help." You scolded once you were far enough and noticed the two men did not follow you.

"I know. I'm sorry, but-" She began, but you cut her off.

"No 'buts' Ellie! You should've called me or at least come to find me first! Do you realize those men could've taken advantage of you or worse? You're still just a kid, Ellie, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if anything happened to you!"

Your words had hit Ellie straight in the heart. You and Joel had treated her like cargo; Joel even told her that's all she was to you two. But deep down, she always hoped that that wasn't true. Maybe you and Joel cared for her, maybe not as family, but at least a friend. You two offering Ellie a choice between you and Tommy taking her to the Fireflies was hint number one that she was right, but your words confirmed the possibility that she meant more than just cargo.

You caught a glimpse of the single tear leaving her eye and felt a sudden wave of guilt wash over your entire body, but she tried to quickly wipe it off as the two of you walked in silence.

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After giving Joel a shot of the medicine and changing his bandages, you spent the remainder of the night keeping watch while Ellie snuggled next to Joel for comfort and to keep him warm. The sight of them lying together warmed your heart, and the idea of starting a new life with them back in Jackson flooded your mind for a split second. However, the three of you were on a mission: take Ellie to the Fireflies and use her immunity to save what was left of the world. You and Joel agreed that the whole concept sounded too good to be true, but it may be worth it if the Fireflies could provide you with what you need to go your separate ways. Maybe.

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The next day seemed to go by too fast. You and Ellie devised a plan to get David and his men as far away from Joel as possible. Ellie would take the horse to lead half of the men in one direction, and you led the other half out on foot in another. Joel would remain barricaded in the basement, but Ellie would leave her knife in his hands and warn him to stay awake and keep alert in case anyone would find him.   

Before you left Joel, you gently kissed his lips and said a quick mental prayer for the three of you before rushing out of the basement to follow through with the plan.

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"HEY MOTHERFUCKERS!" Ellie shouted before shooting her gun at the group.

Just as you hoped, the group split in half and ran after the two of you. David's intentions were clear to you since the day before: he wanted Ellie. You knew that look. You had fallen victim to that look twice back. You were ready to kill him if he touched her, but you needed to focus.

The men behind you were coming up fast as they shot at you to slow you down, if not kill you. You managed to kill one, but two more were still hot on your tracks until they lost you between the trees. Your aim on one of the men was right on target, and just as you were about to pull the trigger, you heard a gunshot and the sound of the horse falling to its death. You ran towards the noise until David caught up and hit you across the temple with his pistol.

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As your vision slowly adjusted to the small, dark room, the stench of death filled your nostrils, and you couldn't help but cough and gag. "What the hell?" You whispered to yourself.

Before you could examine the room, the two men who chased you shoved the door open and let themselves in. The harsh wind from the blizzard outside further wakes you up. "Ah, there she is." One of them chuckled before they shut the door behind them and quickly made their way toward you. You tried to fight them off, but the more muscular male hooked your upper body tight between his legs while the other sat on your thighs. "Oh, so we got a fighter; I like that." The man sitting on your legs pulled out a knife from his waistband, and the sight of the sharp blade made you try to fight even harder.

"NO, PLEASE DON'T!" You screamed. Your PTSD kicked into high gear.

"Don't scream!" The man demanded as he held the knife to your face. "Now we were going to kill you, especially for what you and your friends have done to our friends, but David still thinks there's hope for you and the kid. So, while he tries to convince her, he wants us to convince you to give up your friend and join us."

Ellie. Oh god, he has Ellie. "If any of you assholes touch her, I'll ki-"

Your words were cut short when the man with the knife punched you. Your head fell to the side, and ringing filled your ears, but that was when you noticed the decapitated bodies hanging from the ceiling. "I knew this bitch would be difficult." "Maybe we should just kill her." The two men mumbled to each other. "No, better yet, let's see what David's God blessed this woman with underneath all these clothes first." The man with the knife chuckled.

You began groaning and attempting to wiggle free from the men as fear took control of your body. The man on top of you used the knife to cut open your jacket and blouse until your bra was on full display. "Oh yeah, we're gonna have fun with this one." He chuckled. You began to cry out, but that only made the man hit you harder as he struggled to remove your clothes.

"Dude, hurry the fuck up before David shows up!" The man holding your upper body demanded.

"Hang on! This bitch is a fighter!" He laughed as you continued to cry for help. "Make yourself useful and shut her the fuck up!" He demanded the man holding your upper body before lowering himself to pull off your pants. The man holding you covered your mouth with his hand, and that's when you finally saw your opening. You bit down on the man's hand hard enough to bite off a chunk of his skin, with his blood coating your face before he let go of you, screaming in agony. At the same time, you wrapped your bare legs tightly around the other man's head and snapped his neck. The dead man had a gun in his waistband, and you grabbed it and used it to kill the man holding you down.

You stood there momentarily staring at the two men in shock until you remembered Ellie was still out there. You rushed to put your pants and boots back on, holding tight to the gun as you stumbled out of the shack. Your adrenaline is too high to feel the blistering winter hitting your exposed skin.

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After running and panicking in circles, you approached the burning building in the distance. At this point, your body began to fight you as the adrenaline rush slowly wore off. You tried to run towards the building, but you no longer had the strength.

Once you were close enough, you could see Joel hugging Ellie, and for a moment, you thought your mind was playing tricks on you. It wasn't until Ellie saw you, quickly ran over, and embraced you in a tight hug that you realized it was real. She was here. He was here. And for the most part, they were safe.

Your hands slowly touched Ellie's head before you wrapped your arms tight around her and held her close while you both cried. Joel slowly approached the two of you and took you both in his arms. His mind was racing, and his heart was breaking at the sight of your bloody, swollen face and ripped clothing. He took off his heavy coat and wrapped it around you and Ellie before holding you close to his chest. Neither you nor Ellie could stop crying in Joel's arms once you both turned to embrace him. Guilt flooded him at the thought of being unable to protect either of you from the men in this god-forsaken town. A mistake he swore then and there to himself that he would never make again.

"My girls," Joel whispered.   

Author's note: Holy shit this was LONGER than I expected it to be, but I have been wanting to write a TLOU fic for a while. I hope you guys like it and if you want me to write more please let me know!

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

What I Want

summary: you were flirting with everyone at the party for fun. Definitely not because you wanted to make a certain blonde jealous.

Warnings: mentions of hookups and slight angst (nothing nsfw), smoking and drinking mentioned.

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"God, Jackie. You're so right." You brushed your fingers across your friend's arm, internally praying that Natalie was watching you.

You and Nat had been hooking up for a while. Just casually, something that stemmed out of boredom. You weren't close enough for it to be awkward, but you obviously weren't strangers. It was the perfect situation.

Until it wasn't.

In the past month, you'd found yourself actually falling for her. It's like a switch had flipped, and you saw her completely differently. Her husky voice wasn't just sexy, it was cute. You felt emotional when you kissed. And you fucking hated it.

You didn't do dating, you didn't do feelings. And you knew Natalie felt the same. That's why it worked.

"Y/n, are you even listening?" Jackie asked, snapping you out of your trance.

"What?"

"Y/n, please. If you're not going to pay attention, I'll find someone else to talk to." She made a move to get up, and you just let her. Clearly, this flirting thing wasn't gonna work.

Although, maybe you shouldn't just flirt with Jackie. Maybe you should flirt with anyone. That would have to get her attention. Right?

It was worth a shot, at least. But you were gonna need another drink before you could fathom flirting with anyone but Nat.

Shit. You had to stop thinking like that. Tonight wasn't about Nat. Tonight was about getting over her. By possibly getting under someone else.

Either way, you needed another drink.

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As you danced to some pop song in the middle of Lottie's living room with Shauna, you felt eyes on you. You looked up to see Natalie staring at you with an unreadable look on her face.

Looking away, you tried to focus on the way your hips moved to the beat.

I want the fireworks

You put your hands on Shauna's hips and pulled her closer.

I want the chemistry

With that, the two of you were so close you could feel the heat radiating off her body. You moved your hips in time to the beat, forcing Shauna to do the same.

I want that girl right over there to wanna date me

You kept trying to ignore the lyrics of the song, kept trying to force whatever was happening with Shauna.

"I'm gonna get a drink! Do you want anything?" You yelled over the speakers. Shauna just shook her head in response

That's what I want, there's nothing wrong with what I want, yeah yeah

With that, you ventured to the kitchen and poured yourself another drink. You couldn't remember if this was your fourth or fifth. Didn't matter. You'd be fine.

When you looked up, Shauna wasn't alone anymore. Now Jackie had taken your place, her arms where yours were mere minutes ago. You couldn't be upset, not really. It's not like you wanted Shauna. Or Jackie.

The Vodka didn't burn your throat anymore, in fact you could barely taste it. You took another sip, trying to look busy. You hoped that someone else would approach you, so that you could go dance with them.

"Hey, y/n." A voice came from behind you.

You turned around to see it was Van, with an exhausted looking Taissa in tow.

"Hey. What's up?" Your words slurred a little, and Van seemed to take note of that, but she didn't say anything.

"We're gonna head out. Did you still need a ride?"

"Nah, I'm sure I'll find one. Or Lottie will let me stay the night." You took another sip from your cup, trying to maintain composure as best as possible. You didn't need Tai or Van trying to convince you to leave now. You were going to have fun tonight, goddammit.

"Are you sure? I don't know if that's the best idea."

"Can a girl not have fun anymore? You're not my mom." With that, you walked away. You'd probably have to deal with a pissed off van in the morning, but that wasn't drunk you's problem.

You heard Van say something as you walked away, but you didn't quite pick up on what it was. Again, wasn't your problem.

That's when you saw her. Natalie. Leaning up against the wall, no, being held up against the wall. All while some random boy kissed her. And she was into it. Pulling him closer. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of them from across the room.

Fuck. This was supposed to be your night. And somehow, Natalie had made your plan into hers. You hadn't made her jealous. She was making you jealous. Fuck.

You pushed your way through the crowd to the sliding doors that led onto the porch. Stepping out into the cool night air, you took a deep breath. No one was outside now, seeing that it was near freezing. You were shivering in your jeans and cropped sweater.

Patting your pockets, you found what you were looking for. You pulled out a lighter and a pack of Marlboro Reds. There were only two left. You grabbed one out of the package and brought it to your lips. As soon as it was between your teeth, you flicked the lighter, attempting to get it to light.

You were so focused on the lighter that you didn't hear the back door open.

"Need help with that?" Natalie's voice startled you, and you damn near dropped your lighter.

"No," you said, your cigarette still in your mouth.

"Are you sure? Because it looks like that isn't working very well for you," she responded, nodding to the lighter.

"Fuck off. I don't need your help." You continued flicking the lighter, but it still wasn't working.

Natalie, content to watch you struggle for a bit, just stood there. Finally, she seemed to take pity on you.

"Here, seriously, let me."

"Fine." At this point, you wanted the cigarette more than you wanted to act like you didn't care.

She walked over to you and pulled out a lighter. You, expecting her to hand it to you, stuck out your hand. Instead,she cupped the cigarette with one hand, and lit it with the other. You shivered at the closeness.

When she was finished, she took a step back from you.

"Thanks," you said, exhaling smoke.

"Well, it wasn't out of the goodness of my heart. I was hoping you'd share."

"I'm not giving you my last cigarette."

"We can share this one." She looked at you expectantly.

You took another drag, hoping that if you were quiet long enough, she'd leave you alone.

"Dude, what's your problem? You're being hella weird." So much for hoping she'd leave you alone.

"I'm not being weird. I don't want to share."

"No, you are being weird. You're not inside with everyone else, you've had like five drinks when you normally stop at two. You were dancing with Shauna. You didn't leave with Van and Tai, even though you should've because you're fucking wasted. You didn't let me help you. You were going to smoke alone, which is so unlike you. Seriously, what is your problem?" She seemed so exasperated. And a little bit hurt.

"What does it matter that I was dancing with Shauna. She's my friend."

"That wasn't a very friendly dance."

"But it wasn't weird of me to dance with her. She is my friend. And I can dance with who I want. And I can drink what I want. And I can leave when I want. You're not my fucking girlfriend, Nat. We're just hooking up. You made that pretty clear by practically eating that guy's face." You took another drag of your cigarette.

"Oh, so that's what this is. You're jealous."

"Yeah, Nat. I'm fucking jealous. Because we've been hooking up for a month, yet you never even look at me unless we're alone. And I'd be fucking stupid, a fucking idiot to catch feelings, but I did. So yeah. I'm jealous. But that doesn't matter to you. Because we're just hooking up."

When Natalie didn't respond, you took that as your cue to leave. As you turned to leave, your eyes filled with tears, and you prayed they wouldn't spill over. You didn't know where you were going, you just knew you had to leave. You couldn't be at this party, couldn't be here with Nat.

It hit you that you didn't have a ride when you had made it about halfway through Lottie's giant house. Which meant you had to walk home. In the cold. Without a coat. While drunk.

At least Natalie wouldn't be there.

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It was fucking cold.

You didn't think it would be this bad when you left Lottie's. But it was cold. And you were tired. And it was dark. And your feet hurt. And you forgot your headphones.

The sound of a car engine pulled you out of your trance.

"Y/n, what the fuck?" Natalie pulled up next to you in her beat-up little car.

"I'm not talking to you."

"You don't have to. But you're not walking anywhere this late. Get in."

"No."

"Fine then. But I'm not going to leave you until you get home. And at least you'll be warm in the car."

"Leave me alone." You just kept walking. But true to her word, Natalie crept along with you.

"No."

"I don't want to talk to you. Or even look at you."

"You made that pretty clear when you just walked away earlier."

"Then why do you not seem to understand that?"

"God fucking dammit, y/n! Get in the car!" She was pissed now.

"I don't want your pity."

"It's not pity. Do you know how pissed Van would be if you got kidnapped because I didn't drive you home?"

"Oh, so you're not doing this because you want to do it."

"That's not what I said. You're twisting my words. Please, y/n, just get in the damn car. We don't have to talk. We can sit in silence. But just get in."

You were tired of fighting with her. Plus, your feet were really starting to hurt.

"Fine."

"Thank you."

She put the car in park, and you walked over to the passenger side. You opened the door and got in. Once you were buckled, she put the car in gear and started driving.

For the whole drive, the two of you sat in silence, the only sound coming from the radio. When she pulled into your driveway, she got out of the car with you.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

"Well, you're drunk as hell. And neither of your parents seem to be home. So."

"You don't need to baby me."

"Maybe I just don't want to go home."

You walked to the front door, hoping that she'd just leave you alone. But she didn't. She kept walking with you, and when you walked into your house she walked in after you.

"Why are you here, Nat? Really," you asked.

"Do you want the real answer?"

"Obviously."

"I'm trying to prove to you that you're not just a hookup to me."

You scoffed. "Yeah, right. Funny, considering what you were doing earlier."

"I was jealous. Jealous of Shauna. Jealous of Jackie. I wanted you to see me. So that you wanted me."

"Don't mess with me, Nat. It's fine, okay? I shouldn't have even said anything. You don't need to be here." With that, you turned to walk up the stairs, and promptly tripped over your own feet.

At the sight of you on the ground, Natalie let out a small laugh. But when she saw the tears in your eyes, she immediately walked over to you.

"Hey, y/n, it's fine. You're okay. Let's get you to bed." She grabbed both of your hands and pulled you up.

When she wrapped her arm around your waist to keep you upright, you didn't protest. You were just so damn tired, and you weren't sure if you'd be able to make it up the stairs by yourself.

After what felt like hours, you finally made it to your bedroom. It took all your strength not to just lie down on the floor and fall asleep there. Instead, Natalie led you to your bed and sat you down. She then started undoing the laces on your boots and taking them off for you.

"Why are you doing this? I've been nothing but a bitch all night."

"Because I like you, y/n. And I like spending time with you. Even if you are a bitch." With that, she finished pulling your shoe off and sat on the bed next to you. "Do you know why I started hooking up with you in the first place?"

"I assumed because I was there, and a little bit to piss Jackie off."

Nat laughed at that. "It wasn't that. Although pissing Jackie off was a bonus. But I hooked up with you because I thought you were cool. More than that, even. I wanted to date you. But you always had the whole 'hookups only' mentality."

"Yeah, but so did you," You add, a little confused.

"Oh, I'm not judging you. It's just that it's hard to have feelings for someone who is so opposed to dating. And since I only wanted you, I mean, I decided hookups could be for me too."

"Oh fuck off. Don't lie to me."

"Is it that hard to believe that I could want you?" She looks into your eyes as she asks that, as if trying to look straight into your soul.

"No comment. I'm going to bed." You could tell Nat wanted to press you, but she didn't. Instead, she got up off your bed.

"Where are you going?" You ask.

"Home? I mean you're going to bed. Why should I stay?"

"I thought you didn't want to go home. Plus, it's not safe for you to drive this late. Just stay. You can sleep here."

"If you don't care. That's fine."

"Clearly, I don't."

With that, you finally let yourself lie down. Getting comfortable, you buried yourself under your comforter and waited for Nat to come in with you. When after a few minutes, you still hadn't felt her crawl in next to you, you sat up.

"Are you going to come here?" You looked to see her lying on the ground.

"You're asking me to share your bed?" She responded.

"It's a king. Yes. I'm asking you to share. I know how big of a bitch you can be if you haven't slept right."

"Maybe I want to sleep on the floor."

"If you want to, be my guest. But I don't get why you would." You rested your head back on your pillow, acting as if you didn't care if she slept in your bed or not.

For a couple of minutes, it seemed like she really was going to sleep on the floor. Then you felt her familiar weight on the bed next to you.

"Goodnight."

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Three hours later, and you were still lying there, trying to fall asleep. Every move you made, you worried you'd wake Natalie up.

You look over at her, fast asleep. Her blonde hair was fanned out across the pillow, and her mouth hung open a little bit. Every so often she'd let out a soft sigh. She didn't look nearly as badass as she normally did. You'd never seen her like this before.

As slowly and gently as you could, you tried to get out of your bed. When you swung a foot over the edge, you felt her stir. You froze at the feeling, praying you hadn't woken her up.

"Y/n? What are you doing?" There went trying not to wake her.

"Nothing. I have to go to the bathroom. Go back to bed," you whisper in response.

She seems to be content with your answer and moves to go back to sleep. When she does, you get up off the bed so that you can make your way to the bathroom. You don't actually need to use it, but you didn't know what else to do.

For a few minutes, all you do is sit on the edge of the bathtub and think. Think about your night, think about Natalie. Think about how tonight, you were supposed to end up under someone else. Not next to the girl you wanted to make jealous.

But you did make her jealous. At least that's what she claimed. But you weren't sure. Natalie could literally have anyone that she wanted. Why would she choose you? The chubby lesbian who masked her feelings with an air of "I don't care".

God. This was confusing.

By now, it had been at least five minutes. Any longer and Natalie might think that something happened to you. Or that you were taking a shit. Honestly you didn't know which was worse. Either way, you moved to get up, bracing yourself on the cool ceramic of the bathtub.

When you made it back to your bedroom, Natalie seemed to have fallen back asleep. As gently as you could, you slid back into your spot on the bed. This time, though, you fell asleep almost immediately after lying down.

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You woke to sunlight streaming through your light green curtains, creating patterns on the wall and bathing the room in a pale sage light. For a moment, everything was perfect.

Until you realized that in your sleep, Natalie had rolled over so she was practically on top of you. There was no way you'd be able to get up without waking her.

"Nat... Natalie," you whispered, attempting to wake her gently. In response she did absolutely nothing.

"Natalie. Wake up." This time, you flicked her in the forehead.

She groaned and just buried her head closer into your shoulder, not seeming to realize what she was doing.

"Natalie, come on." It took her a few seconds, but this time she realized.

"Shit, y/n. Shit. Sorry." She immediately jumped away from you, and you shivered at the loss of contact. Her warmth had been nice.

"Don't worry about it. You were asleep. It's not your fault."

For a few moments, you both just remained in your bed, thinking. Neither of you spoke, until you could take it any longer.

"Did you mean what you said. Last night." You asked.

"Which thing?"

"About. I don't know. Having feelings for me?" Your voice was small, and you worried that you had imagined Natalie's words from the night before.

"What does it matter? I think you made it clear that you don't like me that way." She sounded hurt, and you hated that.

"I didn't say that. At all."

"Oh, so you're telling me that you like me, too?" Her tone was sarcastic, and you let out a breath at how mad she seemed.

"That's what I'm implying, yeah."

"What are you implying?"

"Do I really have to fucking spell it out for you?" Now it was your turn to be upset. Of course she was turning this into a game. Or course she was just making a joke of your feelings for her.

"Until you tell me what you want this to be clearly, I plan to act like I have no idea what you're talking about." She smirked at this, and it made your blood boil.

"Okay, Natalie. Fuck you. I'm done with this shit." You pushed yourself up off the bed and made your way to the door.

"Y/n, wait. I was just messing around."

"Yeah, messing around with my fucking feelings. Heaven forbid I have a crush on you. Heaven forbid you have any fucking decency. I get it. You aren't into me. That's fine. But don't make that more of a problem than it is."

This time, when you moved to open the door, you felt a hand close around your wrist. When you turned around, Natalie's face was inches from yours, your noses were almost touching.

"Nat-"

"Can I kiss you. Please."

Before you could even finish nodding, her lips were pressed against yours. Your hands moved to her waist, pulling her in closer, while hers cupped your face with a gentle touch you didn't know she possessed. She smelled like cigarettes, amber, and something you couldn't quite place. The mixture was intoxicating.

When she pulled away, a soft whine escaped your lips, and she grinned at the noise.

"Did that prove it to you, princess?"

"I don't know. We might have to try it again to really get it though my head."

She let out a small laugh at that and made a move to kiss you again, but before she could, your stomach growled.

"On second thought, maybe we should get breakfast."

[sathanasslut]

Hello, Ghost fandom :,)

I don't use this app nor do I write fics, but goddammit for swissdew I will do anything. So here we are-

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Dewdrop / Swiss

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Trans Dewdrop, Gender Dysphoria, Period pain, Bathing/Washing

Word Count: 1,290

Read on Ao3 or below the cut!

Dew’s fingers curl in his own hair, tugging hard. A distraction from the other pain, the worse pain. Another groan slips from between his bitten raw lips, smothered by the pillow at his face as he curls further into his bedsheets. It hurts.

Tears well in his eyes, and he doesn’t even have the energy to chastise himself for his vulnerability. He needs a hug, but he knows he’d flay anyone who dared to see him in such a shameful position.

Dysphoria claws at his stomach as the cramps only seem to intensify. Even worse, his mind slips to the dampness of blood between his legs, staining his boxers. He wants to gouge his nails into his stomach, anything to distract from that pain.

“Fuck. Off.” He sobs into his pillow, his arms wrapping around his abdomen in a futile attempt to self soothe.

“But I just got here…” A soft voice teases, his tone a mockery of disappointment. Dew tenses, his head whipping around to face the apparently open doorway.

“Swiss.” He growls, trying to feign anger as the humiliation of being caught in such a vulnerable situation grasps at his throat.

The multi-ghoul doesn’t respond verbally, only pushing the door shut and pointedly clicking the lock as he steps over to Dew’s bedside. Every one of Dew’s base instincts is screaming at him to grab ahold of Swiss’ hand and drag him onto the bed, force him to spoon him and cuddle him and pander to him until the pain goes away, but he restrains himself. It’s humiliating enough as is, no need to make that even worse by giving in to such ridiculous urges.

“Dewdrop,” He hates the way Swiss says his name, like’s actually concerned about him. “Stubborn bastard. What are you doing suffering alone like this?”

If he wasn’t preoccupied by the sensations of his reproductive organs dismantling themselves, Dew would have clawed Swiss’ face off for that kind of comment.

“Fuck you mean?” He hisses, a snarl curling at his lips. “Can’t you leave me fucking be for a moment, let me deal with my shit before you come in here and bitch at me?”

Swiss rolls his eyes, his larger frame leaning over Dew’s bed. A part of Dew keens at that, the sight of someone he cares for towering over him not as a threat, but as an emblem of protection.

“Dew.” Swiss’ voice is more stern than usual, that usual teasing tone almost entirely eradicated. “I could smell the pain in your scent from the hallway. Either you talk to me and let me help you, or I’m telling Papa.”

Dew bristles at that. Swiss finding out was enough, he’ll do anything to prevent any more people getting involved in this horrendous situation of his.

“Fuck you.” He spits out, but the anger he’d intended in his tone is eaten up by the agony in his abdomen. “Shithead. Fuck are you even gonna do, growl at my period until it goes away?”

That makes Swiss pause, his movements stilling for a moment. He knows how sensitive of a topic this is for his little bandmate, and it’s not one he’s all too helpful around. Rain has always been the most understanding of Dew’s struggles with gender, and only the girls would understand how to physically help something like menstruation. But in the name of Satan that was not going to stop Swiss from at least trying.

“What do you want?” Swiss asks, cutting in again before Dew even has a chance to answer. “Other than to be left alone, because we both know that’s not happening.”

Dew huffs, rolling his eyes. It doesn’t distract Swiss at all from the obvious signs of distress the fire ghoul was displaying, especially the way Dew’s claws curl into his oversized sleep shirt more and more at every new cramp.

“...A bath.” He answers, finally. Swiss feels a small sense of relief, at least Dew isn’t kicking and screaming and physically forcing him from his room. It’s progress, Swiss remembers how closed off the smaller ghoul used to be even only a couple of years ago, this sort of intimacy would have been entirely out of the question then.

“A bath.” Dew can’t help but feel a little comforted by the genuine relief in Swiss’ voice, as if he’s truly happy he gets to help Dew. “I can do that.”

As quickly as he entered, Swiss is once again out of sight, scampering around Dewdrop’s ensuite to find all of the things to make a bath for the little ghoul. He runs the water until it’s nearing hot enough to scald his skin right off the bone, just how Dew likes it, then plugs the drain and waits for it to fill up as he fumbles with clean towels and cloths and bath soaps.

Finally, the bath is filled, bubbles are swirling, and candles are lit. Swiss walks back into the room, cooing Dewdrop’s name.

“Sweetheart, do you want me to carry you?” He smirks a little, unable to resist teasing the little ghoul at least a tiny bit. The adorable glare he gets in response makes it worth it, but he does feel a twinge of guilt when he sees a small wince of pain cross Dew’s face. “Seriously, you don’t look in any state to walk.”

Dew simply looks away from him, avoiding eye contact, and that’s all the answer Swiss needs. He scoops the little fireball into his arms and spends every step to the bathroom revelling in how perfectly Dewdrop fits in his arms.

He props Dew against the edge of the bathtub, deftly removing his clothes with the precision of a man that’s dealt with this exact shirt and boxers combination hundreds of times already. Dew pays no mind to being stripped by his fellow ghoul, but feels a twinge of humiliation when he sees Swiss’ eyes catch on the blood coating his thighs.

“Poor thing.” Swiss murmurs, without any kind of teasing or condescension to his tone whatsoever. “Let’s get you all cleaned up, hm?” He smiles softly as he lifts Dew into the bathtub gently. Dew’s heart twists at the genuine concern evident in Swiss’ eyes.

There’s a moment of silence as Dew acclimates to the temperature of the water, trying to push away the thought that Swiss had found exactly the right temperature for him, even better than he usually can himself.

He sinks a little deeper in, watching as strands of his blond hair turn to a soft brown at the touch of the water. Then, he feels an all too familiar touch against his shoulders, massaging softly.

“You don’t… have to do that.” Dew almost whispers, his voice almost swallowed by the flourish of emotions he was trying to tamp down.

“I want to.” Swiss’ voice is almost equally as soft, compelling him to lean back into the touch and embrace the comfort wholly. Soon enough, Swiss’ hands wander. Though, it’s not in the way Dew has become accustomed to.

There is no roughness or desire within these touches, just gentle massaging and lathering soap into his skin. Dew’s mind goes blank at the unfamiliar sensation, letting his head rest against the bathtub and his eyes fall closed as Swiss’ hands caress his chest and abdomen, the pain from before reducing to nothing but a hum under his skilled fingers.

Swiss indulges himself and allows his hands to span Dew’s chest as a small purr rumbles through his small body, feeling the vibrations ever so clearly and being filled with a sense of pride knowing that it was entirely him that drew the purr from the little ghoul.

“After this, I’m spooning you to sleep.”

[y-umiko]

hey tokyo revengers ryusei satou + fluff 5

SWEET | RYUSEI SATOU

Requested for the 2k event Prompt: "who let you look so cute today?" a/n: for those who don't know, Ryosei is the previous 1st division vice captain. you can read his story on the spin off Tokyo Revengers: Letter from Keisuke Baji. — but it's still ongoing :>

Ryusei was shocked when he walked by Baji's class and found the 1st division captain and Chifuyu dressed up in a cute high school girl uniform, serving drinks.

but his heart wasn't prepared when you walked out from the back, carrying a tray of mugs, in a similar outfit to the other two but more, how can describe it? tighter and sexier. well, it certainly used less fabric.

His gaze follows you, as you serve the other customers their drinks, taking in the small details of your outfit, how it uses less fabric than the other two, and how it fits your figure perfectly. trying not to get caught ogling you.

feeling his cheeks getting hot, Ryosei was quick to mask his blush with his usual addicting grin as he approaches you and sneaks towards you from behind, slyly wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

you flinch, confused and panicking who had abruptly wrapped themselves around you. your features softened when you smelled his familiar scent and heard his voice right in your ear.

"Who let you look so cute today?"

you turned around on his arms a fake expression of hurt on your face, while you gasp, "Am I not cute every day?"

he chuckles, "Don't I remind you every day?"

"you sure do" you agreed, because while Ryusei was always perceived to be very carefree and cunning for always making fun of people or simply annoying them, there was always a truth within his words, specially words that are directed at you.

he never misses a single day to remind you how beautiful you are like how his always confident with himself calling himself handsome. but no matter how confident he is, he can be possessive when he wants to be. specially when it comes to you.

Ryusei gently pushes you away within an arm's length, to closely inspect your outfit, how the skirt cinched nicely around your waist, he also took notice of the lack of fabric used on your outfit compared to the other two. a scoff almost leaving his lips at the ridiculous amount of skin you're showing.

so while Ryusei is having an internal conflict behind his smile you suddenly remembered your class is running a cosplay cafe. "do you want something to eat? or drink? though what we offer are all sweet"

"Maybe later" he grinned, remaining smiling as he shrugs his school blazer off and wrap it around you, covering all that there is to cover. a satisfied grin on his lips as he admires his work.

"what are you doing?" you asked, despite knowing full well about his attention and Ryusei knows it too. so he leaned down to your level to whisper right next to your ear, words only for you to hear. "that cuteness should only be reserved for my eyes"

and as if it weren't enough to make your heart pound, he continued, "As for the food…"

he trailed off before pecking your lips with his, officially stealing a kiss from you in a quick swift movement, not even giving you a chance to let a sound of surprised, your eyes widening for a split second. his chuckling from your red face earning the attention of those around.

"you're right, it's sweet" he amused, and he had the audacity to lick his lips right in front of you. maybe it was his playful personality or whatever it is but Ryusei always finds comfort and peace knowing that he alone can make you look like that.

meanwhile, Chifuyu was burning with envy and disbelief at the scene.

"Goddammit! How does a guy like that get a girlfriend!"

[woodchipp]

Thank you for spelling out your character development, Aubrey! You really needed to because you didn't actually have it in the first place, but the game needs to pretend as if you did!

"I felt like everyone abandoned me... and abandoned MARI too..."

I'd like to note the way Aubrey phrases this line. Mari is tacked on at the end of the sentence as if she's an afterthought.

Considering how self-centered Aubrey has shown herself to be over the course of the game, it reads more as "Everyone abandoned me, goddammit! oh and there's that dead girl too ig"

It's very subtle and intricate writing when your characters rant about their foibles to the audience as if they're standing in a confessional.

"After SUNNY stopped coming to school..."

Which he did on a whim, apparently. Nowhere in the game is it stated or implied he was homeschooled or granted some special exemption.

Also... the writer... totally... isn't... overusing... ellipses...

"I just wanted to go through the photos, because... well... I guess I just wanted to see everyone happy again."

It always circles back to Aubrey and what she wants. It didn't occur to her to leave Basil's things alone since going through the album might bring up some painful memories for him. No, all that mattered is that she wanted to "see everyone happy again," even if that makes those same people miserable now.

Aubrey is an asshole.

"All of our memories together..."

Because the giant "BASIL'S MEMORIES" on the album's cover wasn't convincing enough for her, apparently.

I have already touched on this in other posts, but for the purposes of this one, I have to reiterate.

1) Aubrey's immediate reaction to a perceived slight was to basically disown her close friend of God knows how many years (even though she had no reason to blame him, nor did she let him explain himself) and make a conscious choice to start harassing him. Because that's what strong friendship is, isn't it?

2) She conveniently doesn't specify other "things like that" she called Basil, which implies she might have called him something way worse than "creep"

As you should.

You won't get to do anything about that, though, because the story is going to shift its focus to Sunny in a few minutes anyway.

Peak writing!

And now she's turned on the waterworks because the game's running short on time allotted to her "character arc", so we need to pity her as fast as possible.

I find it funny how the fact Aubrey nearly killed Basil back at their old hangout spot the day prior is not directly brought up or addressed by her at any point of her rant. Her sudden breakdown would have made more sense if it came after her admitting how guilty she actually feels about the accident because she crossed a line or something like that. Nothing of the sort happens, and all we ever get is a vague "What I've been doing is worse than what BASIL did"

BULLYING PEOPLE IS NOT A "MISTAKE". IT IS A DELIBERATE DECISION YOU MAKE.

FUCK YOU.

(also, Sunny taking a few steps back instead of trying to comfort his friend like Hero and Kel speaks more of his character than the game ever could)

"I'm going to acknowledge I'm a shitty friend, but you're not going to see me develop! What do you take me for? An important character?"

"sorry I didn't put my life on hold to keep you all from turning on each other because I'm this group's singular braincell, apparently :<"

Yes, they don't deserve an asshole like you as a friend.

Sunny and Aubrey are both friends no one deserves, actually. One is so unreliable he walked out on his bestie when said bestie was at his most vulnerable and the other harassed her friend for four years just because she assumed he wronged her

Hero's argument to convince Aubrey she does care about her friends after all omits the fact she stole one of her friends' property and then bullied said friend because of it.

Love that no one gives a shit about Basil in this game.

And you couldn't say this while you were talking to her in the church on Three Days Left because...?

>>"We should all be here for each other!" >>Sunny is due to move town the next day

fucking lmao

And that's it! Aubrey's redemption is official!

Except it literally took a single poorly-written rant. And a hug.

Because that's peak writing.

143/10 once-in-a-lifetime masterpiece would absolutely kill my sister because I couldn't watch the TV for as long as I want again

[poetryandfluffycats]

PLSSS DO A PART 2 OF THE COCKWARMING MUGI WHILE HE WORKS ONE WHERE HE FUCKS READER HARD THABK YOUUU <333

A/N: this took longer than it shouldve, very sorry for that. I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Tsumugi Aoba x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, cockwarming, daddy kink, rough sex, thigh slapping, petnames(darling, baby girl, baby), mean? dom tsumugi, reader gets called a cocksleeve

Content: You've been waiting so long for Tsumugi to finish his work...

Words: 695

NSFW oneshot under cut!

Good girl~ PT 2

30 minutes went by.

30 long, extricatingly painful minutes.

At some point you had resorted to sobbing into his neck, desperately trying to gain his attention. He'd only shushed you, telling you to be a good girl and wait for him. His words were meaningless to you, just background noise. All that you could focus on was the full feeling inside of you and how much you needed him.

You didn't want to wait anymore.

"Please" You were almost hyperventilating as you spoke, meakily gripping onto his shoulders and shaking them. "Please, I'll do anything! Just please fuck me!"

Your pleads were met with silence, Tsumugis eyes never leaving his work. His expression was unchanging, almost as if he didn't hear-or just didn't care about-you. That thought alone dragged a whine from your throat, more tears following quickly afterwards.

"Please daddy! I'll never ask for anything ever again!"

Silence.

"I'll be so good! The best ever!"

More silence.

"Oh God, just fuck me already!"

"Enough"

The sudden bark made your body tremble, your cries only increasing in volume at the sound. You couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eye. If his expression was anything like his tone, you didn't want to see it.

"We talked about this, darling" He scolded, pushing his pen and papers aside. "What was our agreement?"

You swallowed hard, barely able to form coherent thoughts, let alone speak. However, Tsumugi clearly didn't care for your lack of answer. He gripped your chin harshly, forcing your head back to meet his eyes. There was a cold, stern look in them, the kind you only saw the few times he had punished you.

"Come on now, don't give me that look. Use your words, baby girl"

He spoke as if he was speaking to a misbehaving child, not his whimpering, lust drunk mess of a girlfriend. The thought only made you cry louder. Had he really dumbed you down that much? You had needs goddammit!

"Oh darling, don't you remember? You promised-" He suddenly thrusted upwards "-that you'd be-" Another thrust, harsher than before "-a good little-" Thrust "-cocksleeve for me"

You threw your head back, a sharp moan tearing from your throat at his sudden roughness. Your hole had been so neglected that you could already feel the heat bubbling in your lower belly, ready to burst at any second.

"Were you a good girl, (name)? Do you think you deserve my cock?" Tsumugi practically growled, grabbing onto your hips and pushing you down onto the desk in front of you.

Your response came out as a string of moans and whimpers as he pounded into you, unable to form words. He tsked, delivering a hard slap to your thigh that was sure to leave a mark later.

"Words, baby. Do you deserve to be fucked like this?" A sadistic smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he spoke.

"Y-yes!" You finally found your words after one hard thrust hit your g-spot. "God, yes! I was bad! I deserve to be f-fucked like this!"

That seemed to please him enough, the anger in his eyes turning to pure lust. His pace increased to an inhuman level, making you into a writhing mess under him. You were completely at his mercy, like prey to a predator. Your mind turned to mush. All you could feel was the warmth rising in your stomach, the coil there tightening impossibly fast.

"Daddy! Please, I'm gonna cum!" You choked out the words, screwing your eyes shut and curling your toes.

Tsumugi leaned in close, breathing down your neck. "Then cum. Cum all over daddy's cock"

That was all you needed to be pushed over the edge.

Your orgasm had you seeing stars, your walls clenching tightly around Tsumugis length causing him to fill you with his load. Your mind went blank as he continued to fuck you through your shared releases, his name rolling off your tongue like a prayer.

When he pulled out you fell limp against the desk, you would have fallen onto the ground if it wasn't for his hands holding you in place. It wasn't long before he scooped you up in his arms, littering kisses across your face and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

"You were so good for me, you did so well baby" He pressed a final kiss to your lips. "I love you so much"

You sighed in content, snuggling into his hold. "I love you too"

[nkirukaj]

vVv is for Voe (10)

Pairing: StaticBeau & RadioBeau

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Innuendos; Racially Degrading language; Graphic Depictions of Violence

Genre: Humor! angst

Word Count: 5.2K

10. Good Girl

Voe and Alastor laugh as they sit together discussing the King

“Tell me, when he would carry you to his bed chamber, would he struggle due to his height?”

Voe takes a shot and shakes her head “No, but he only did that once. And like he’s really cute, but I like to wear heels and I want my partner to be still taller than me when I wear them,” she cackles

“Oh he’s so cute and he’s so short, I bet when you wore heels you were too tall!”

She turns to him “I just said that!” He continues on cackling and Voe pokes his nose, causing him to turn up and look at her “You’re drunk!”

“You’re drunk!”

“We’re both drunk! Oh my goodness, when Lucifer gets drunk he’s so whiny and sentimental,” she scrunches her face

“Oh I know I heard him going on and on to Charlie about Lilith this and Lilith that,”

She shakes her head “Lilith!”

“And then it makes Charlie emotional and ruins the whole night!”

Voe pours herself some more brandy and chucks it back “I don’t know how to break it off,”

“I find it best to rip it off like a band-aid,”

She points at his chest “How would you know?”

“Whatever!” Alastor pushes her arm and she falls off her chair and onto the floor with a yell. Alastor looks down and then goes over to help her. He reaches down for her “Are you alright?”

Voe stands up and stumbles into Alastor slightly “You pushed me!” she pushes him back by his arm

“And look, now you’ve gotten even,” he grabs her arms “Come here,”

“What?” she looks up at him

Alastor stares at her in silence as he holds her up “Uhhh,” normally Alastor could run his mouth a mile a minute, but now he suddenly couldn’t find the words. 

“What?” she repeats, staring at him, clenching her fists over and over

“Uh I-“ he grabs a piece of her hair and looks down at it “Split ends…” Voe scoffs before she hears someone clear their throat in the doorway. They both turn to look and it’s Lucifer standing there, his face fallen. “Ah I think you two should have a conversation!” Alastor pushes her out and closes the door behind her, leaving her all alone with the King

Lucifer scoffs “What did he want?”

She turns to him “Nothing,”

“So, I was planning our next date, I was thinking we could go to Ozzie’s, but it’ll be pretty tight. Won’t that be fun?”

Voe scratches her head “No, that wouldn’t be fun,”

“Okay! Well, we can do whatever you want. What do you want to do?”

“Lucifer, we’ve reached an iceberg,”

“What do you mean? An iceberg would be pretty impossible, it’s really hot down here,” he chuckles

She looks to the side “Do you know what an iceberg is?”

“Of course I do! I was just…joking,”

“It’s the death of a ship,”

Lucifer looks around in confusion “I don’t understand, are you upset with me,”

She shakes her head “No Lucifer I’m not mad at you,”

“Okay well, maybe did you want to-“

“No! I don’t want to do anything with you! I’m not mad at you because you don’t even do anything to make me mad!”

“Of course not! I would never want to make you upset,”

Voe stomps in place “Dammit Lucifer, you’re boring! Okay? There, you made me say it!”

He blinks “Okay, well maybe we could do something that you like, so you won’t be bored,”

Voe shakes her head “Are you really that attached to me?”

“I- I care about you,”

“Do you love me?”

Lucifer blushes and looks away before answering. He clears his throat “I don’t know, I mean I do. I mean, maybe,”

“Why?”

“You’re wonderful,”

“I know I am, but goddammit! I just don’t have a bond with you y’know? I don’t feel that with you!”

He grabs her arm “Maybe we could work something out. I could be better, I can change!”

“I-“ she blushes, not knowing what to say “Who told you to fall in love with me, huh?! Who told you that was a good idea?? I never did!! Why would you love me anyway??” She snaps back “Now look at you! Your heart is…broken,” she loses steam while ranting, pausing to look at Lucifer’s poor, sad eyes threatening to release tears before she turns and exits without another word. 

While making her way back to her room Alastor appeared in front of her, shocking her backward.

“Going already? I thought we were having such a nice conversation,”

She steadies herself “You slammed the door after me,”

“I slammed the door because I didn’t want to hear any bickering over my smooth jazz,”

Voe scrunches her face “Besides that, the last thing you said was that I had split ends,” she puts a hand on her hip “Is being an ass your default?” she smiles

“I was just telling you something true. I didn’t know you wanted someone to lie to you,”

“You could’ve, I don’t know, not mentioned it,” she says in an obvious tone

“You’d rather look in the mirror and find a bunch of split ends?”

“I have a salon appointment,” she tells him

“When?”

“Why?”

“Just asking,”

She stares up at him “Do you have something to say that isn’t about my hair?” she smirks “Why are you obsessed with it anyway? You wanna yank it?” she steps closer to him

He looks at her and in a sincere tone “I’m very happy that you’re no longer dating Lucifer,”

She blinks “Why?”

He shrugs “Now you can have so much more fun,”

She steps closer to him “With who?”

Alastor raises a brow “Who do you think?”

Vox cackles in his chair “And then what did he say?”

“He said I could have so much more fun,”

He continues cackling, leaning back, and kicking his feet “Have fun. What kind of fun do you think he’s talking about?”

She shrugs “I’m not really sure,” she lies “Is this over? Am I done?”

“Oh no! Far from it. You’re in the club now,”

She turns away from him “Vox…”

He whines mockingly “Aww, I guess someone doesn’t want to be part of the Vees. Did you forget why you were doing this? I bet you did,”

“Vox, it just feels like you have everything that you need, I don’t know what I’m doing there anymore,”

He stands “You know you just destroyed Lucifer? And he cried in his room for the rest of the night?”

“Wait, how do you-?”

“I want that for Alastor. I want you to wipe his smug-ass grin off his fucking face. I want him to fucking kill himself,”

Voe tilts her head “Vox! The only reason that I ‘destroyed’,” she looks away uncomfortable “Lucifer was because he fell in love with me,”

“And what do you think I want for Alastor? You think I want you to be buddy-buddy with him? Playing fucking Uno?” He stands up and slams his hands on the table “NO!”

She flinches, uncomfortable with the new tension in the room “You don’t have to yell,”

He leans forward on the conference table “No, I think I do. Because I don’t think that you get it!” his voice distorts as he speaks “This isn’t some silly little high school game where Jenny just goes home crying. I want ‘Jenny’ to implode. I want her destroyed, obliterated,”

She stops and stares at him in silence “…Who’s Jenny?”

Vox slams the table extra hard and stomps over to Voe “Okay, this isn’t going to work. This is your last chance,” He grabs her face and forces her to make eye contact. His eye turns into a swirl.

“No wait!”

He gets close and forces her eyes to stare into his, slowly her eyes turn into swirls as well “You take that 1930s ass bastard down, and do not let anything or anyone get in your way,”

“Yes, Vox,” she responds still being hypnotized

“Good girl,”

“Hey, Al! Just the demon I was looking for,”

Alastor turns around turns around inquisitively “Al? We’re on a nickname basis now,”

“Well I’m calling you Al, you can call me whatever you like,” she smirks and leans toward him

He raises his brow “Really?”

She nods “Yup,”

“Okay,”

“Look I know you don’t trust me completely, but I’m turning over a new leaf! I hope to do the same with you, maybe have some fun, like you said?”

“Hmm, we’ll see,”

Voe looks him up and down “Yes we will,”

“Hmm,” he responds and then walks away

Angel’s heel ad heard from behind Voe “Wow, laying it on a little thick are you?”

Voe turns to him “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, ya couldn’t stand him a few days ago, now you wanna ‘have some fun’?”

She smiles “That was his idea,”

“Uhuh,”

“What? A woman can’t change her mind?”

Angel shrugs “I don’t know, you just didn’t seem like the type of woman,”

“I’m full of surprises,”

“Clearly,”

Voe walks up to him “What? why you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“All suspicious like,”

“Maybe cuz ya acting suspicious,”

“How?”

“I don’t know. I just find it weird that I see you with the Vees and now all of a sudden you’re being nice to Alastor,”

Voe scoffs “I already told you, I don’t work for them, and besides if I did, why would I be being nice to him?”

“Then where do you go every day?”

Voe shakes her head  “What?”

“You ain’t slick, you leave every weekend and come back with a whole new attitude,”

“What I do on the weekends isn’t really your concern though, is it?”

He stares at her “I’m trying to keep you safe,”

“I’m a big girl I can take care of myself,”

Angel approaches her “And you just got here, you don’t know what the Vees are really like, you think that they can help you but they’re really dangerous. Not very kind people,”

“Well, it doesn’t matter because I don’t work for them,”

“Good,” he turns and starts walking away “Have a good night,”

“You too,” she calls after him and waits for him to be out of view.

Voe pulls out her phone and starts texting

u need 2 do something about Angel

he’s onto me

VAL:

gotchu baby 👍🏽

She slides her phone back into her back pocket and glares off into the direction that Angel walked in, nothing and no one was getting in the way of her fame. 

Today Voe wore a strapless pink fringe mini-dress and vintage pink mary janes. She twirls around the Hotel constantly to see and feel the fringe move. She found herself dancing to music in her head. She felt the success on the tips of her fingers, she was almost there.

“Meow!” she said out of happiness “Meow meow meow!” she called as she danced throughout the hall. She was quite light on her feet, turning on the balls of her feet as the fringe on her dress stayed in the air. She does an impromptu side aerial and lands directly in front of Alastor, who simply takes a step back and opens his eyes in surprise, half at the fact that she can do what he just saw and the other half at the outfit she had on. Voe was breathing a bit heavily from her unscheduled solo and stood before the Overlord in silence while she gathered herself.

“Sorry,” she said between breaths “That wasn’t for you to see,” she smiled, face flushed slightly

“Oh no, don’t stop on my account. That was some fancy footwork there,”

She fans herself with her hands “Why thank you,”

“It’s my pleasure,” he gives her hand a kiss

“Do you dance?”

“I do a little here and there,”

Voe seems impressed “Oh really? Can you show me?”

Alastor snaps and fast jazz starts playing and he begins to dance, grabbing her hand and daring her to keep up with him. She had to keep looking down at her feet, but her pace was similar to his. She slips slightly, but Alastor covers it by catching and dipping her, much like Angel did, but keeping her low this time.

Voe finds herself breathing heavily once more while she stares up into the Radio Demon’s eyes. he lifts her back up just as quickly as he dipped her.

“Wow, that was something,” she says

Alastor looks away and fixes his hair “I apologize, I can’t resist a chance to dance,”

“You’re really good actually,”

“I know,” he smirks and stares at her while Voe looks at his lips “What a lovely outfit you have on!”

“Thank you,” she looks down at her clothes “I love how the fringe feels,”

He looks her up and down “Anytime,”

They stand in the hall awkwardly, enjoying each other’s presence when the silence i broken by the click of Angel’s heels as he trudges through the hall. Voe turns around and is shocked to see the black eye he has.

“What happened to you?” she asked

“Uh, just hard shoot, you know porn gets pretty aggressive,”

“Damn, that aggressive?”

“Uh yeah, you should check out Val’s lounge,”

She looks him up and down “Well take care of yourself,” she offers

“Yeah,” he responds trudging past them to his room

Voe gets a text on her phone that she doesn’t dare open in front of Alastor. She looks up to see him staring at her.

“Are you going to get that?”

She waves him off “No, I’ll look at it later. When my view is less…riveting,” she flirts. His grin widens at the compliment.

When she gets back to her room she finally takes out her phone to look. It was a text from Val.

i hope hes being a good boy now 

And another one came in at that moment.

need anything else baby i got u ;)

And it didn’t take a rocket scientist to take Angel’s black eye along with this text and figure out what really happened. That’s not what she had meant when she’d asked Val to take care of it, that’s not what she’d meant at all. But….if it worked, who was she to argue? She put her phone back down on the nightstand and lay down, staring at the door until her eyes burned and her lids fell closed.

She racked her brain trying to find ways to get Alastor to trust her. Should she force him? Hmm? How would she even do that? Maybe cook for him? No, he eats deer carcasses. She was still racking her brain when she approached him.

“Hello,” she announces her presence to the Overlord

He turns and his eyes fixate on her “Hello,” he greets her back

“It’s the weekend,” she tells him

Alastor raises an eyebrow “Indeed it is…?”

Voe gestures to the Hotel doors “I’m going for my walk,” she told him, something she had made up “Would you like to come with me?”

His other brow raises as well as he stares at her in surprise. He returns to his normal expression and answers “Sure,”

Voe was more focused on finding a route to walk that would make sense for her to do every weekend, something that she could make it seem like she knew. He was beside her the entire time of course, but they didn’t really speak for a while. He seemed comfortable in the silence, however.

Alastor was wondering what the point of inviting him on this walk was and what she wanted to get out of him. He was on guard clearly but was hoping this new game she was playing was at least entertaining. He turns to her and breaks the silence, asking

“Were you…well-liked while you were alive?”

She’s surprised by his question but answers without missing a beat “As far as I’m aware, yes. Some people dislike me of course, but that’s to be expected when you’re on top,”

“Hmmm. Did you enjoy being on top? Was it worth it?”

“I’d say it was,”

“Did you have any real friends?”

She sucks her teeth “I had two girls that I was with a lot, Karmen and Mandi were their names but I don’t know if I would call them my friends really. I guess my only friend was my sister,”

“Hmm, that must have been awfully sad,”

Voe shrugs “Sometimes that’s how it has to be,”

“I suppose you’re right. You’d make a fantastic Overlord,”

She grins “I know right? Do you have any friends?”

Alastor pokes out his chest “I have tons of friends,”

She seems skeptical “Really?”

“Really. I’ve been here for a very long time, my dear. I’ve made many friends,”

“Like who?”

“Too many to count,” he dismisses the question

Voe laughs “You don’t have any friends,”

“And neither do you,”

“I didn’t say that I did,”

They walk in silence for a few more moments before Voe breaks it this time.

“Would you like to be friends?”

“Aww, of course, I’ll be your friend,” he speaks condescendingly

She raises a brow “This isn’t just for me, it’s for you as well,”

“Aww, how sweet,”

Voe slaps his arm “Stop making fun of me!”

“I’m not making fun of you,”

“Yes, you are,”

“Are you upset?”

She shakes her head “No, of course not. It takes more than that to piss me off,”

“Then why do you think I’m making fun of you just because you want to be my friend?’

“Do you not want to be my friend?”

He leans down “Of course, I want to be your friend,” 

Voe grabs the sleeve of his coat and pulls him so he looks her in the eyes “I’m serious,”

They stare into each other’s eyes for a moment before Alastor says “I suppose that you have a new friend then,”

Voe blinks rapidly while staring into his eyes, being clear-headed for a moment before returning to normal. The lust for fame returning. She grins

“Good,”

“Where do you usually walk to?”

“Just around,”

“Have you been everywhere in Pentagram City?”

She shakes her head “Not even close,”

“Do you walk somewhere new every day?”

“No,”

“That must get boring,”

“It’s not the walk that I pay attention to, it’s my thoughts,”

“What do you think about?”

“Anything, everything. Like the things I did while alive and if I still stand by them, the Hotel, money, and what I see other people doing. Sometimes you,”

He is intrigued “What about me?”

“Like your whole deal,”

“My deal?”

“Yeah, like your whole persona,”

“I don’t have a persona, this is who I am,” he asserts

Voe smirks “Sure it is,”

“And this is who you are?”

She shrugs 

“Mhmm,”

“We’re talking about you!”

“And I’m talking about you. Actually, let’s stop talking about me, and start talking more about you,”

Voe seems taken aback “What about me?” she lowers her voice

“You and your ‘cringey’ persona,”

“Cringey?”

“Your ‘Queen Bee’ act,”

“Oh, that’s not an act. I am the Queen Bee,”

Alastor scoffs “Okay,”

“What?”

“Nothing,”

“Oh, there’s something going on in that brain,”

“And yours as well,”

“Okay, Alastor,”

“We may be friends but I still don’t trust you,”

“What a shitty friendship,”

“Like the ones you had while alive? Or with your sister? Kinda sad, huh?”

She seems offended “Not really, what’s sad about that? I think your best friend being your mom is a lot sadder,”

“My best friend wasn’t my mother,” his grin tight

“Really?”

“Really. Why was your best friend your sister anyway? I assumed a ‘Queen Bee’ would have loads of friends,”

“The Queen isn’t friends with her subjects,” she sighs “I find it hard to relate to most people anyway,” she hugs her body and sadly meows.

He looks at her with contempt “I can see why,”

Voe doesn’t look up at him for a bit and the sound of a ringtone snaps her out of her trance, realizing that it’s her ringtone. 

“Important call?”

She removes her phone from her pocket, the caller ID saying Vox “Yep um I need to take this,” she tells Alastor, going around the corner “Hello?” she whispers into the phone

“What the hell is going on? Where are you?? Do you have my info or do you want to be homeless?”

“I can’t really talk right now,”

“Why not? What are you doing??”

“I’m with him,” her volume lowers

“Look, you need to have some information by tonight or we’re gonna have to have another little talk,”

“Okay okay!” she hangs up, coming back around the corner “Hi, sorry about that,”

“Business call?”

She looks around “You could say that,”

Alastor looks down at her “Where were we?”

“Talking about you hopefully!”

“I think that’s enough talking about me,” He narrows his eyes “Why do you want to know so much information about me?”

Voe scoffs “I’d hardly call it ‘so much’, I asked twice,”

“Tell me more about you and you being a ‘Queen Bee’. Do people even know you down here?”

“Well I’m on a Billboard,” she beams with pride

“One? Not multiple?”

“Screw you, how many billboards are you on?”

He puffs out his chest “I don’t need to be on billboards to be known. When people hear the name of the ‘Radio Demon’, they set themselves ablaze. When they hear ‘Voe the Billboard Doe’ they tilt their heads,” He tilts his head mockingly

“I don’t think I would want people to kill themselves when they hear my name,”

“Please, it is much better to be feared than loved,”

“How would you know? Seeing as how no one loves you,”

“And somebody loves you?”

“I’m not saying it’s better to be feared than loved,”

“I suppose it doesn’t matter who loves us now. If anyone who ‘loved’ us saw us now, they’d want nothing to do with us,”

She does not know how to respond to that comment. Would her sister accept her as this? A demon, a sinner? Whatever she was now.

“Has anyone…ever loved you?”

“Has anyone ever loved you?”

“Stop turning my questions back on me!”

“Aww,” he pinches her cheek

Voe slaps his hand away “So I guess that’s a no, huh?”

“It is but, it doesn’t bother me. I don’t have to be surrounded by thousands of people,”

“Are you insulting me?”

“Well, my dear if the shoe fits!”

“You don’t have to be mean,”

“Neither do you,”

“Why are you so interested in me?”

“Why are you so interested in me?” he smirks

Voe crosses her arms “You’re a piece of work, you know that?”

“I try my best,”

She rolls her eyes “I suppose we can go back to the hotel,”

“If that’s what you would like,” he wore a smug grin on his face.

As they reach the hotel, Alastor turns to Voe and speaks

“That was nice,”

She rolls her eyes “Oh really,”

He nods once “Isn’t it nice to have a conversation that isn’t about you?” he smirks again

She stares at him “You’re unbelievable,” she can’t help but laugh

“As are you,” he smiles warmly at her, reaching down and kissing her hand “Have a good evening,” and he dissipates away

Voe takes out her phone and dials for Vox.

“Vox,” she called him from outside the establishment

“What?”

“I think I found the ultimate thing,”

“Spit it out!”

She swallows and says “He said no one has ever loved him,”

Vox cackles on the other side of the phone “That’s it! That’s the thing! That’s it! You can come back, just make sure he watches the show tonight, all right? And hey”

“Yeah?”

“Good job,” he hangs up and Voe runs her thumbs over the screen, trying to bite back a smile before she enters the hotel.

Voe knocks on Alastor’s radio tower door, he opens it, grinning when he sees her “Hello, my dear. Did you need something?”

She nods, looking flirty “Yes. I need you to come downstairs,”

“Okay, what for?”

“Well, I know you’re not a huge fan of television, however, there’s something on that I think you won’t want to miss,”

“Hmm, then I guess I will see,”

She smiles “I’ll be downstairs,” she gives him a wink and he smirks in return

Alastor wonders what she has in store for him as he descends the stairs. Making his way to the parlor he found that the TV was already on, tuned onto Vox 2-Nite. He rolled his eyes, but perhaps Vox was going to make a fool of himself and it would put him in a good mood.

“Before we end the show I would like to dedicate this section to a dear friend. You know him, The Radio Demon, otherwise known as Alastor Fatono, or however you say his dumbass last name. Was that your mom’s last name or was she dumb enough to keep it after your dad gave you two black eyes and then left? Twinsies!” The crowd laughs at his joke “Bet you and your mom got really close after that. Did you hit that or nah? Or did your dad take care of that too?” He scoffs “Well of course he did, what am I saying?” he takes a moment to pause and breathe “But seriously folks I don’t wanna get in the way of these lovers. Love is love, right? But how far is anyone willing to go? To your mom? Come on buddy!! Isn’t there someone for you? Wait, no there isn’t. I wouldn’t wanna love a prick like that either! But seriously, your dad couldn’t stick around long enough to at least give you siblings?? That’s gotta suck!!” he turns to whisper “Is it ‘cuz your mom is Black?” he laughs “Of course she’s not! Right? You’re not a mulatto, are you??” Vox stares at the screen “AHH OF COURSE NOT!!!! AHHH AHHHHH! AHHH YOU! You know Al, I thought you were this big bad thing when I met you, but I realize that now that you’re just a huge fucking CUNT!” his expression turns from serious to smiling “Well that’s all on Vox 2-Nite, play me out guys! PLAY ME OUT!”

Alastor throws his cane at the television screen, breaking it, everyone flinching at the impact. 

“You okay Alastor?” Charlie spoke when no one else would. 

“Just fine, my dear,” he wrenched his can from the broken television “I just need to go in a walk,” his voice distorting as he grew giant and bursts through the wall. 

“There goes that wall,” 

Alastor rampages through the city, destroying cars, buildings, and demons with every step. His tentacles cause damage to things out of reach. 

The Vees stand by the window watching as Alastor approaches the building. 

Vox cackles “Voe go out there,”

Voe turns in shock “What?”

“Go out there,”

“Why?!”

Valentino chirps up “You’re the one who got him mad,” he purred in his melodic accent

“He doesn’t even know I’m part of this!”

“I know! And you know what would be funny? You just tell him!”

“Priceless,” Val hisses 

“Do I have to?” She asks 

“Oh yeah! You have to!” Vox chortles 

Voe sighs and opens the window, jumping out and gaining size. Her wings spread as she used them to come face-to-face with Alastor.

Even with his radio dial eyes, Alastor seems confused “What are you doing here?”

“This is gonna be good!!!” Vox positioned his drones to point towards the pair.

“This is where I live Alastor,” she pauses “I work for the Vees,” 

A record scratch is heard and Alastors voice distorts “I̴͈͈̠̻͍͘’̶͚͉͐́m̸̡̻̳̳̟̗̒̈́ ̵̫͙̲̱̔̿̆̒̚s̷̪̞̟͐̽͘͜o̸̹̯̕̕ṟ̸̉̈́͑r̴̦͌͐͂y̴̻̅?̵͇͎̋̿͝”

“I work for the Vees,”

“Y̶̨̱̦͉̦͑̅̾̓͗̍̊ǫ̴̡̥̹̽ǔ̸̧̖̟͠ ̴̡̗̘̺͈̪̈̓̓̎͘̕w̵̯̆͐̈̍̑͘ë̶͕́͐̃͝r̸̡̧̩͉͉̻̿̊̓̑͆é̷̳̫̝ ̶̦̠̑̎̈́͒̏̾̓t̴͍̫̣͓̳̹͚̎̉̾͊̀͠͝h̵̪͙͉̜̫̍̏́̃͠e̸͓͋̑̓̏̕͜͠ ̸̡̡͑̈́̃̐̄ǒ̴̠͈̩͈͉̲̅n̶̛̙̫̮͜ȇ̴̛̥̗̖̣ ̶̢͙̦̗̤͂w̴̢̹̠̍̀̃͑ḧ̴̢͕́ȏ̶̻̊̍͜ ̶̜͈̟̀̊͘t̷̨̼̳̽͜ő̸̤̱̬̱̇l̸̛̩̼͗̅̆̓̑d̷̪̬̲̙͔͇̎͝ ̴̦̤̝͚́͂͑́̈́̕t̸̮̗̽h̶̡̉̎̀͂̍e̴̮̩̲̖̫̓̀̄͋͌͂̕m̶̛͙͚̼̠̘̺͌́̈́͜͝͠ ̷̡̨̳̙̫̜͋͛͛a̶̹̐̒̒͝͝b̵̭̜͕̦͇̊͛̏̀̾͜͝o̴̰͈̐ú̸̠̪͔͇͖͉̃̕t̶̖͓͕̉̅̆͐̄̕ ̵͖̮̲͖̩͗̍̏̒̓́̈́m̸̯̗̞̘̻̭̄͊͛́͜e̶̢̢͔̭͍̣̙̎͌̕?̵̡̱̰̰̀͋” She nods “B̶̡̫͓̙͑͊́̒̋ͅu̴̧͉̲͗̋̈́̓ṭ̵͖̩͋̋̒̀̓̇ͅ ̴͕̥͓̩̦̉̎͒̅̂̚͠h̶̻̞́̀̓͊ơ̷̰͈̌w̶̰̎͑́̅̆͗̕ ̴̤͈̓͗͛̈́̿͘̚d̸̩͐͋i̸͇͆̑͠͝ͅd̴̨̡̛̰͇̝̀́̾̇ ̷̺͙̣̦̻̾͌̔͘̕ͅỳ̴̻̖̘̫̥̼̿͆̋͂ó̷͙̆͑̃̇̏ų̸̠͙̦̱̖̅̏ ̴̛͇̺͓̙̹̆̅̔̋͌͝k̶̨͓̙̳͓̣͕̉̿̿̉̔̃͠n̴̨̳͕̬̙̝̻̑̈́͝o̴͉͗̌̿͘w̵̲̿̒̏̏͝ ̷̧̥̗͔͚̇͑̅̿͝͝a̷̡̢̩̎̉̈́͂̀̐̕b̷̝̯̂̈̿́̿͑ó̷̡̲̮͓̖̦͂̂̿̎̍̚u̸͖̩̫͆̓̆̄̇͘t̷̢͓̩̘̍ ̴̨͙̟̙̦̍̏̒m̶͔͖̯̙̒͋̊̎ͅý̸̡͎̥̣̭͚́̆̃̉͗̕͜ ̷̨̥̠͍̩͐̆͂f̴͕͔͖͔͉̗̄͐̀͗͂a̸̧͍̥̗̥͇̻̓́̃͒̉t̴̬̥̻̰̀h̷̥̐̂̅́͛̏̚e̵͉͕̓͆͗̚r̸̠̹̼͑̂̇?̶̙̣̻̻͌̈́̍̅̉͂̽ ̶̠̼̭͉̍͋̈́̿͛͑͝I̸̥͕̞̺͖͇͗̄̽̿̎̍̇ ̷͙̬͎͙̞͑n̵̢̮͍͚͙̼̝̈͐́̌̈́̉̓è̷̠̩͓̞̱̰͕̀̓̈́v̵̳̬̾̉e̵̬̹̓̽̄̀̒͜ŕ̵̤̼̻͍̉͂̑̎ ̴̧̫̦̍́͌̆̎́t̵̢͖̙͚̙͙̤͘o̴͚̲̹̭̿̒͒͌̌̑̐͜l̴͕̬͆̌͠d̴̛͙͍̺̩̙͖̠̿͑̅ ̴̡̧̞̩͒̑̅͜ỵ̴̪̞̼͙̜̈́͊̊ơ̵̬̣̥̈́̌͌̀̿u̵̺̹͊̎͂ ̵̣͌̇͌̐̊a̶̮͇̲͇̼̼̬͌̀̅̂͝b̶̧͉̻̲̮͗̆͌͋̚o̷̡̢̘̞̗̔͑͒̈̅͒͝ǘ̶̟̙̘̺̮͐̒͒͊͝͠t̵̠̣̐͗̑̽̈̔̅ ̴̧̛̻̣̼̼̯̈́̈́͌̾͊h̴͓̙̤͎̞̀̈́̇̏̂͛i̷̹̫̔̾̀͝ͅm̵̯̟̱͖̪̬̀͑̅̐̚͠͝,̷͎̗͔͔̱̆̃”̵̨͙͑̾̍̀͗

“I stole your file…from Lucifer,”

“W̵̛̟͑̐̈͘h̸̡̙͕̜́y̷̹̼͕̬̳̓̈̅̆?̶̢̃̈”

She flies around in front of him “Why else?” She laughs “Fame!” 

“Y̵̦͛͋͐̃͐̽͋ő̵̢̩̞̽͗u̶̲͓̭̼̯͖̔̈́̾̊̓͊̀͘͜ ̴̨͉͙̜̘̮̳̣̼̋̐̐̍t̴̰̪̲̣̀͝ͅͅȟ̸̢̖̼̭̥̗̰́͠i̵̧̫͎͔̼̿̇́̔͂͒͜n̸̼͎̪̺̬̉͊͐͂̑͠k̴̛̪̬̮͓̖͊͗̆̋̚͝ ̷̙̹̯̝̹̲̰̺͊̑̽͠͠ẗ̸̨̤̜̣͉̝̹͕̬̀̓͂́h̶̨̨̝̗̱̤̹̊̍͘e̷̝͗́̕ ̵̖̈́̆̓́̎̈́V̴͎͕̚e̸̢͔̞̤̹̟̦̭̬̍͗͋̄̂̂̎͝e̸̬̞̟̬̭͛̓̇s̵̨̨͇͔̣̀͒̒͌̀͒̈́̕ ̴̢̗̦̦̲̼̄̂w̷̰͙̗̫͕̅́̔͑̋́͗͗ị̵͍̘̬͚͈͙̹̻́̆̀l̷͇̠̫̺̞̙͍̂̓̃l̵̛̙͈̳̤̹̿̈́̿͛ ̵̢̧͙̰̘̫̣̍̄̓̔̆͝g̸̢̠͙̟̜̘͚͕̜̾̐̍͝i̸̼͖͉̲̓̏v̵͇̦̿ͅê̷̩͙̹̹̬̟̓̾̋̈́̏̋̓ ̷͓͒̃͑͌̈́y̴̻̰̟̺͜͝ȏ̵̰̭̝͍̜̬͊̆̓̽̈́̔̊͝ͅų̸͙͙̘̲̱̪̄̾̈̈̄̚̕-̵̬͔̻̺̓“̶̨̳̯̥͎̦͇̊̈́̌͜͝ͅ”

“Yes.” She cures him off “More than you ever could,” she looks him up and down

A tentacle comes and slams her into the ground. 

“Holy shit!” Vox jumps up and down

Voe burns the tentacle with her fire breath, forcing him to lift it off of her. She severs it using her nails and then pokes him in the eyes as well. She kicks him the the gut with her heels as he tries to grab hold of her. Voe breathes more fire in his face and he finally catches her in another tentacle. She struggles to free herself, but Alastor’s grip is solid. He brings her closer to his face to feast on her flesh. 

Amid the battle, Voe’s thoughts become clear as she stares into the heated and fury-filled eyes of the Radio Demon. In that moment she knew and had no clue of what she was doing all at once. She grabbed the demon’s face and planted a deep kiss on his lips. His eyes widened and his tentacles flapped about destroying buildings in the process. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her back, deepening it. They carry on like that until a drone strike takes them by surprise, hitting Alastor in the chest once they separate. Voe watches as he falls to the ground from the surprise attack, representing his fall from grace. Thus ends the aura for the mighty Radio Demon.

Voe flies back to V-Tower, meeting a satisfied Vox when she lands

“Good distraction, my dear. He never saw it coming. I was a little disappointed that you didn’t kill him, but then I realized how much better it would be for him to live, seeing how the Vees have finally won. So good job on knowing what I want without me having to tell you,” he rubs her shoulder

About two weeks later she traverses the halls of V-Tower, singing to herself, when Angel Dust came across her. He bumped into her and looked away when he realized who he was face-to-face with

“Angel? What a coincidence. Well, I’m not really surprised considering that we work in the building together,” she noticed how withdrawn he seemed “What?” she asked him “Why do you look like that?”

Angel looked up with scorn on his face “We not exactly on the best terms Voe,”

“You looked me in my face and lied,”

She nods “Yeah, I did. What are you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing, I’m just disappointed,”

Voe closes her eyes for a while, opening them with a new vigor “That doesn’t matter, we work at the same place, and I am now your superior. So when you see me, you need to have a smile on your face,”

Angel scoffs and tries to push past her when Vox appears beside her “You heard her. Smile.” his voice distorting. Angel forces a smile just enough to be able to keep walking and get away from them. Voe looks after him as he walks away, her own expression falling slightly.

Vox slips his arm around her waist and pulls her close.

“Welcome to the Vees,”

[destinygoldenstar]

☀️The Brunch Of Trauma☀️ - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 1 Episode 5 “Baking My Heart”

...last time on Disventure Camp I screwed over Nick and caused his elimination because I put him in the heading.

DON'T WORRY, I'M NOT CAUSING JAKE'S ELIMINATION THIS EPISODE. (I hope)

I'm pretty certain it's not him this episode. He's not a target for anybody, at least for now. That and I think it's gonna be Lilly this episode, so...

Yeah. I'm playing my heading card smart this time. King deserves it from last episode.

...oh god what if I DID cause his elimination?

"Goddammit Golden! Why'd you put me in the heading, huh?!"

Alright, let us continue with our journey!

OMG THE PHONE! I FORGOT

PLEEEAAASSEE tell me they take advantage of this!

ALSO, not even a second into the episode and I already caught the fruity boy staring at a certain someone.

YES THEY'RE CALLING! I'm excited!

"Dad! It's me! How are you?"

"Fine, I guess... what do you want?"

Oh he does not sound thrilled.

"Are you taking care of my plants? How are my cats my little birds my fireflies my spiders my iguanas my fish and my crabs?"

GEEZ THAT'S A LOT

I mean I'm not surprised Gabby has a whole zoo at her house. Sounds in character.

Girl has more pets than my own partner.

"Yes... everything you just said is fine... no need to rush home."

Okay, so Gabby having a neglectful family that is annoyed by her existence is canon.

"Do you want to meet my new friends?"

"I have to go attend some business. Bye."

YOU DON'T DESERVE GABBY SIR

Girlie, here you go

"Hi Gretchen! How's it going out there?"

Gretchen? I mean I guess it makes sense she has a nickname, but I just liked saying Grett.

"Did you know that your brother won the football championship? I'm so proud of him sweetie!"

"Guess what's happening today? Your brother's getting a certificate of honor for his high grades in university."

"What does that matter?!"

"I'm just so happy that someone in this family is actually successful!"

OH MY GOD.

I'm actually hurt for Grett.

I would say "Yes, Grett characterization, let's go queen!" But my gosh I feel so bad for her.

I'm so happy we actually get a motive for her now. I knew I could stan her!

'Grett: Overthrow family disappointment'

Add that to the list of motives I made in Episode 4.

"You making a call Tom?"

"Oh... I don't think so, my family isn't home."

Tom... do you have a family? Cause it sounds like you don't.

And that's really sad to hear.

"Is mom home?"

"Oh, they're not here, they went shopping."

WHAT ARE ALL THESE PHONE CALLS?!

Why does everyone have such neglectful families?!

"I'm just... I'm fed up."

Aw, Grett...

"From what?"

"My mom can't go a single day without mentioning my stupid brother!"

"Well, you're not the only one who feels left out in your family..."

Bonding?

I'm loving this scene.

"SHUT UP! You and I are nothing alike! Don't call me friend. We are not friends, and we never will be!"

"Okay, calm down!"

"Just leave me alone!"

Ouch... I do see Grett's POV though. Yeah she's awful, but I guess in her mind she's so inferior to her sibling that she feels the need to be dirty with her tactics.

"We should've listened to Will."

YA THINK?!

If Lilly really is the one gone this episode, you're all alone Ashley. You gotta step up for them!

"Don't give up Lill! It's not over till the rooster crows!"

I like her, she's such an optomist.

"Do you want to go first?"

"I have no one to call."

...what?

No one?

You don't have a spouse? Kids? Grandkids? No one?

"Quit being a nosy brat!"

Lady, he was being a gentlemen and offering you to go first!

Where you pulling this 'brat' shit from?

"Fine, I'll go!"

And right after I say that he gives attitude.

Go call your grandma Jake. Tell her how you love her and you're gonna help her with the money.

Maybe this one will be a bit wholesome.

"Hey Shawn!"

"Hey... Jake..."

...

What...?

"What's up? Is everything alright?"

"I'm sorry..."

*I covered my mouth to hold back a gasp*

"A couple of days ago... grandma passed away..."

OH MY GOD NOOOOOOO

*I'm actually upset for him*

Oh my god...

OH MY GOD HE'S CRYING. OH MY GOD.

"Mom told me not to tell you till you came back... but I had to..."

He's still going. Oh my god...

"You're lying..."

"She was conscious for a few hours before she got worse..."

JUST STOP. JUST STOP TALKING.

"She wrote a letter... I'll give it to you when you get back... I'm sorry man..."

JAKE, I'M SO SORRY. THAT'S AWFUL!!

I'm actually hurt as well!

AND THEN TOM COMFORTS HIM?!??! AWWWWW 😢

I thought he was here to help her! I didn't think she was gonna die before he can even get back! That's horrible!

YOU ALL BETTER GIVE HIM VIRTUAL HUGS.

FOR HIM AND FOR HIS GRANDMA.

Okay, okay, I'm calming down, I'm calming down...

GOD. DAMN. IT. ME.

I SHOULDN'T HAVE PUT JAKE IN THE HEADING!

I KILLED HIS GRANDMA!!

I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!

Jake, if you hate me for this, I understand. I deserve it.

"Why won't you take the slay pass?!"

"Because slaying killed my grandma, okay?!"

(I'm sorry)

"Teal Team I hope you enjoyed your call home!"

BRUH. NO. DON'T EVEN.

"We made sure the ingredients are... what's the word... DISGUSTING."

Knew it.

I'm calling this reaction the Brunch of Trauma. As a callback to Total Drama's 'The Brunch Of Disgustingness'

"How are we supposed to get chicken guts?"

By killing a chicken. Duh.

"I can't eat cockroaches! They have feelings!"

No they don't Gabby. No they don't.

"I don't think Jake's in the mood to run around looking for ingredients."

Thank you Tom. Thank you for being so supportive of him and understanding his situation.

"Does anyone know how to cook?"

No.

"Do I have to?!"

"Do you want to win?"

"Fine."

Why is Fiore so grumpy all of a sudden?

"The winning team will send a representative from their team to tonight's elimination ceremony! Where they will get the sole vote to pick an extra person from the losing team."

It was the slay pass I gave Jake that he threw away.

Who wants it? It was sent by me.

"The team that attends the elimination will lose TWO people tonight!"

OH SHIT.

...it's gotta be Teal that loses then, right? Purple's already down a member, and that'll make numbers REALLY uneven.

Oh god did I cause Jake's elimination by putting him in the heading?!

Look, Purple, if you get this marker, even if your name is Fiore, you leave Gabby Grett and Jake out of this. You have my permission to use this marker, but ONLY to use it on Dan.

Dan's the only one on that team I wouldn't really care gets sent home.

Dan and I guess Miriam. I'm sorry Miriam.

Cause there's no way they're gonna make Purple lose here and make the team HALF the size of the other. Right? There's no way.

"Ever since I heard from home this morning, I've been wondering if there's even a point in being here. Should I leave?"

I feel so bad for Jake.

What did this precious bean do to you writers?! Why'd you have to break his heart like this?!

But yeah, what even is his motive now? It's down the drain now that she's gone.

"Jake, are you okay?"

Oh, so now you care.

"Since when do you care?"

And he said the same thing I said.

"You're always telling me to shut up and leave."

Facts.

"You don't need to pity me."

"I know it's hard, but remember that she'll always be in your heart and in your memories. We can always honor our loves ones by keeping their legacy alive. By lovingly remembering them."

...guys, I didn't start watching this show to cry. I'm gonna be honest.

"I'm saying this because I've been there before."

Oh?

*cuts away*

GOSH DARN IT NO I WANTED TO HEAR THAT! COME ON!

"'The hillbilly girl and wrinkles have no idea what I did' I can't believe it. She's been plotting against us this whole time."

I'm not surprised.

"How could a little girl do this?"

Demon child. CLEAR upbringing issues.

"We have to tell Ellie and Alec!"

"Are they going to believe us?"

They already do!

Though, you can probably get through to Ellie. I can hear her screaming on the inside about her being roped into a villain alliance.

"Do you even cook for your family?"

"Not recently to tell you the truth. Hard to make meals when we're going through a rough patch right now."

You're broke?

The Bucket family?

"I haven't told anyone about this..."

"You can talk to me."

Please talk. We're already eating up a lot of trauma for dinner tonight.

"A couple of years ago, on my husband's birthday, I wanted to surprise him with a cheesecake..."

Oh no from the other episode... I know where this is going.

He died from the cake, didn't he?

"So I told my son to take him to the mall, maybe buy his dad a gift while I baked... but when I had the desert ready, I called them to come back but they never did."

They both died?!

"Apparently a drunk driver hit their car... a head collision... no survivors."

Shit... that's awful.

Why is there so much trauma in this episode?!

"It took me to a dark place for a long time, those two were the only ones I had..."

"I'm so sorry, Miriam."

"It's never easy to lose someone you love. When I heard what happened to your grandmother, it all came flooding back..."

YES. HUG. PLEASE.

PLEEEAASSE WE NEED SOMETHING COMFORTING IN THE MIDST OF THIS HEARTBEAK

Okay how many virtual hugs can we get by the end of this episode?

Is Miriam gonna be nicer to Jake from here on out? I hope so.

"Don't worry. Everything is under control."

I am so bloody confused by these hosts plotline, I'm gonna be honest.

What are you talking about?

I know Tom stole the dude's ID, but why? Is he a criminal?

"Let's say... they didn't send the smartest spy they had."

Oh they ARE talking about Tom.

So Tom does know stuff and he's sus as shit.

So he's not a ninja... I was thinking it would be spy too.

So he's not on the show to win. He's here to stop... whatever these guys are doing.

Also YEAH, they DIDN'T send the smartest spy.

Cause hum diddly hum, I wonder which one among the cast is the impostor? Maybe it's the one guy who never shows his face.

ALSO, he SAW Tom running.

"He didn't see me! I was wearing black! And I was out in the night! I was practically Batman!"

"Yeah but you stick out like a sore thumb during the day and in the sun."

"BUT IT'S THE SUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNN"

"Jake thinks it was Dan and Dan thinks it was Jake."

That's not what they said. I distinctly remember that's not what they said.

"Grett won't let me talk to you."

Yeah it really sucks they're on different teams, cause they seem to get along well.

"Why? She shouldn't get to control you like that."

Thank you Ellie.

She's a good bean and she'll do the right thing when time comes. I'm sure.

"I know, but it's the only way to save myself."

Yeah, being outcasted SUCKS.

I mean, I get it, I've been there in my past. Everyone found me annoying and hated me and would say it to my face. But also, you can't get people walk all over you Gabby.

As a Grett stan, you have permission to leave her behind.

"Let me know if you need someone to talk about it with."

Yes, confide in Ellie. She's a good person too.

Despite, you know, the alliance she's in not being the best choice.

Side with the heroes. You can side with Lilly and Ashley and get rid of Fiore. You'll be one happy family and they'll take you in.

"I like you Gabby. You aren't afraid to speak your mind."

Is that a platonic compliment, or...?

Actually, I can see it.

"Here's an idea, if my team wins, I can offer myself as the representative to make sure you're not in danger."

That sounds like a great plan actually! Do it!

But Ellie I swear to god you leave Jake out of this. Use the pen on Dan!

That pen is the slay pass I granted in the game, and I tell you how you use it!

"And if your team wins, you can do the same."

"You can save me from Fiore using the pen! And I'll be free! It'll be a glorious victory!"

In dream land where everything works out perfectly, that's what happens.

They're actually really sweet. I love that Gabby has a friend to confide with.

I love that Gabby gets to be happy in this miserable world where everyone is traumatized beyond belief!

NO NOT THE CHICKEN

I'm sorry Ashley, but you need to get clotheslined by a clothesline.

Even the birds are bullying Dan.

Awww their little chef wear, that's so cute on them!

"You've done this before?"

"Thank you... I used to cook with my grandmother a lot."

I'm glad he's staying strong for her.

Even Fiore is like "I'm glad I'm not your child!"

"I think we screwed up."

What are you talking about? It's supposed to be screwed up.

You're doing it perfectly.

Idk how fair this is considering one team has more members eating.

Yeah Teal's gotta lose here, right? They have more members...

It also might come at the expense of Miriam if I'm being honest. Just when I was starting to like her.

But that happens. Once you start to like a character on Total Drama, they get eliminated.

"I can't believe what I'm about to say, but... this is delicious!"

Alright, who put DJ's Mama Spice in the mix?!

This face XD

Aaaaaannnnddd we get vomit rockets...

I'm not showing that.

SO... my prediction was completely wrong.

That ended a lot faster than I thought it would.

How are that team gonna function with just three?

"Cooking is my passion. And when Jake and I cooked, I haven't felt that normal in a long time. I guess I judged the boy too soon."

I'm glad Miriam is coming around.

Gabby's the representative, as we established.

"I wanted to use the slay pass you gave me last episode, Golden!"

I'll give it to you sweetie. Use it for whoever. If you want to slay Fiore with it, go right ahead.

"It was convenient for everyone that Gabby volunteered. No one wants to make enemies right now."

You guys all blew your chance of making her an ally a long time ago.

Lilly and Ashley are being very blunt about this. I like it.

"Fiore has been sabotaging our team! And she can't get away with it!"

"Wow..."

What do you mean wow? You know this already.

"Well, who cares?!"

"Not me."

BRUH

"Ellie, you have to help us!"

YES ELLIE! JOIN THEM! GET HER OUT!

"They're just saying that cause they're desperate. Did they reach out to you when they were making their original alliance?"

What's it matter now? Ellie was desperate too back then.

"How did this happen? I went from being in the worst position to deciding the vote! It feels good to have this power."

Ellie... this is gonna sound really bad, but... I can't trust you with a slay pass.

"What do you mean Golden isn't on my side?!"

"SURPRISE BITCHES!!"

QUEEN 👑

"Remember when you vote me out at the first day?!"

"AND HERE I AM. REVENGE IS MINE."

"Gabby has a red marker. She will write the name of one of you and when I read the name of that one unlucky contestant, that person is immediately out!"

"It was a slay pass granted from Golden to Gabby because whoever Gabby hates probably deserves it."

I know how these shows work.

I have the gut feeling...

Ellie's not gonna side with the good guys.

Yep. I was right from the start of this. They're voting Lilly.

"I'm voting for you so you can crawl back to whatever Disney movie your wrinkled which face came from."

Why does she look so evil?

"See, that's why you have bad taste Golden. All the favs you picked are evil and/or have serious issues!"

'LILL'

Yep. We know.

'FIORE'

I feel like it would be hilarious if Gabby wrote Fiore's name.

Ellie would be like, "See, that's what makes me the swing vote! Good or Evil? I choose NEITHER."

'LILL'

'FIORE'

It's Lilly.

RIP.

Ashley, it's up to you cowgirlie! You gotta take up the mantle and survive!

...WELP, YOU SURVIVED FOR TWO SECONDS.

GODDAMMIT.

I had a feeling she was gonna do that.

ELLIE. WHYYYYYYYYYYYY

And why did Gabby use the slay pass on Ashley! I specifically told you to use it on Fiore!!

"I'll give it to you sweetie. Use it for whoever."

I feel like I should blame myself for this happening.

SLAY PASS MISFIRE

"Ellie, why did you do that?"

"I'm sorry Lill, we were getting down to the wire and Fiore could be helpful if we reached the merge."

How would she help you in the merge exactly?! She's a KID. She has limitations! She's not exactly a good alliance member to have.

And who's to say she's not just gonna ditch you after this?

I'm sorry Ellie, but I'm calling you out cause I do not see your logic there.

"Not to throw a hissy fit, but this is seriously unfair!"

I feel like Ashley is saying that to ME specifically.

"GOLDEN YOU LUNATIC REACTIONARY! WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ANYONE A SLAY PASS WILLY NILLY?! AND IT CAME AT THE EXPENSE OF ME!"

"There's three of us and only two of you. Even a six year old can do better math than you."

Fiore secretly takes Algebra. The highest level. And she's a straight A honor roll student.

"Y'all WILL regret this decision!"

Specifically Ellie. She's gonna regret this, I can already tell.

Honestly, Ashley was robbed. I get it, limited episodes, but really? That's how she's eliminated?

Awwwwwwww 💗

At least they're besties till the end.

"Okay, Fiore tricked us. But if she managed to do that with us, she can do the same with the other team."

AND she can do the same to YOU.

"Luckily Ellie and Alec didn't fall for their desperate attempt to throw me under the bus."

They DO know. Alec just doesn't care, and Ellie apparently knows what she's doing.

Honestly, I still feel like Ellie can redeem herself from this, especially if she's merging. She can be the swing vote, see the light, and join the good guys. I don't think she's a bad person at all, she's just playing the cards she's dealt.

I don't have to approve of her plan, but I understand why she has to do it.

I don't blame Gabby either. That was my fault. I'll take the blame for her. I forgive her.

Plus it's also, you know, karma for that alliance.

I was expecting that alliance to lose like, two members before the merge, but DAMN, it COMPLETELY collapsed pre-merge!

Reality TV's Stupidest Alliance everyone!

I was thinking Ashley would lose Lilly, her last ally, and be the outlier of her team trying to survive. Even if she wouldn't last long merge-wise. But when the Tribal Council started I realized, "Nah, Ashley's screwed."

I do feel like she was robbed though and they could do more with her. If she's in Season 3. The red marker is kind of a bullshit move to boot someone, ngl. But I get it, there's only 13 episodes so they had to do a double elimination. The TD Reboot had to do that as well. But really? That's how Ashley gets booted?

I liked her. She was the one reasonable fellow of that alliance.

Lilly... Well, I predicted her pre-merge boot from the very beginning, and I was completely right. And I think she works as plainly that. A pre-merge boot, AKA, an early elimination, with a one note personality that wasn't bitchy. She was also kinda the mom of that group.

I feel like they have to scramble up the teams now, right? Cause Purple has 3 and Teal has 6. It's not really fair that one team has DOUBLE the amount of teammates.

Or maybe because of that they throw someone from Teal to put them on Purple. My bet would be Gabby.

"Gabby, congrats, you're on the Purple Team now."

4-5, and it's a little better.

That would really screw Grett over though. I love her and I love the characterization given to her this episode, but also, I don't expect her to win at all.

If you guys want me to continue these reactions, be sure to let me know.

[foxydivaxx]

Zosan- Look What You Made Me Do

Naming this after a Taylor Swift song makes sense tbh. Yes, this is the villain Sanji story.

Zoro has made an observation about Sanji lately. Although the cook still maintains that mask of his, dancing around Nami and Robin and cooking as usual. But something feels off. Almost as though all the warmth within him is slowly disappearing. Considering the latest tragedy in his life which is the destruction of the Baratie and the deaths of the cooks and Zeff at the ends of the Charlotte family and Germa, it is not surprising. 

He remembers the day they got the news via a newspaper. The others tried to hide it from the cook but eventually, he found out and he lost his shit. He wanted to go to war with his family that day. This was before he was forced into marrying that Pudding girl. The fact that Sanji abandoned the girl after completing their mission and even said in the most scathing tone that she was trash is shocking. Considering the girl's actions, she deserves every form of hate.

Now months later and at a glance, tensions seemed to have calmed down. But as time went on, Sanji began to snap and get pissed off by the littlest of things. At first, he thought he was seeing things. But after some mediation sessions, he realized how right he was. Something happened to the cook. He started realizing it after the debacle with his family and past and also after their trip to Wano.

Sure, it is a sort of a welcome change to see him, no nosebleed every few seconds whenever they pop up. He still flirts. But it just does not feel the same. Usopp has been noticing that Sanji has been distancing himself recently. He does his normal job but only reserves flirting for meals. Even the flirting has reduced drastically. Once meals are done, he just stays in his lane.

Did some woman break his heart? But then again, a lot of women have turned him down over the years. So he doubts that is the problem. That leaves only one thing; his powers. Maybe the cook fears that he could become like the rest of his biological family. Only one way to find out.

Once everyone had gone in after dinner, he headed over to the cook’s room. Usually, he would knock. But today was not the time. So he just opens the door and walks in. The blonde was going through a book whilst lying down on the bed. 

He looks up, an icy glare in place. “Why the fuck did you just barge into my room, you shitty swordsman?!”

His fiery temper was still there. “Listen, we need to talk.” Sanji raises an eyebrow and puts his book away. Now that is unusual. On a good day, Zoro would not even bother himself because as far as Sanji was concerned, Sanji was a nuisance to him and he just tolerated him for his cooking and fighting skills, skills he often questioned.

“About what?”

Here goes nothing. “You been acting weirdly cook.”

This took Sanji aback. Why would Zoro care for him?“What do you mean? Like I am perfectly fine, mosshead. No need for anyone to worry about me.”

“You are hiding something.”

“I AM HIDING NOTHING YOU STUPID SHITBAG!!”

“Yes, you are!! And I will not rest till I get the truth out of you!!”

This irritates Sanji even more. “AND WHY THE FUCK WILL YOU CARE ALMIGHTY ZORO WHO CAN MOW ANYONE WITH THREE SWORDS?!!”

“You are a part of this crew, goddammit!”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Besides, why are you pushing so hard for this?! I never mattered to you or anyone on here!!”

Now we are getting somewhere. “Who says?”

Sanji looks away. “Let’s just say my excessive flirting has caused more harm than good.” 

Bingo. “I warned you, didn’t I?”

“Look, it ain’t my fault!! Considering how I was raised and shit, I just do not know how to control myself.”

“That is not just it hm Cook?”

“SERIOUSLY SHUT THE FUCK UP MARIMO!! AND WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL IN MY FUCKING ROOM?!! WHY ARE YOU ASKING ALL THESE QUESTIONS?!! LIKE FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE!!”

“Not until you fess up perv cook.”

It was at this point that something changes within Sanji, something that shocks Zoro. Sanji gets up and soon his entire body gets consumed by flames. His eyes are now blank and a pair of devil horns appear on his head. 

“You know nothing Marimo….” His voice now sounded distorted, demonic. Before Zoro knew what was happening, Sanji vanished from the room in the blink of an eye. Stunned, he immediately rushes out and looks for the cook. Not a sign of him.

He immediately alerts the rest of the crew and tells them what has just happened. "WHAT?!" Luffy exclaimed in shock. "Maybe his father did something to him. Like some experiment and he was not aware of it.?" Robin suggested.

"Maybe that could explain why he reacted that way. Whatever that strange power is, it is slowly consuming him," says Chopper. "We have to find him before he destroys himself and the world," says Usopp.

"But where do we even start?" Brook asked. "I hate to suggest this, but we may have to have a word with a certain family."