#WHOOOO here we go

[fruit-teeth]

Chronicles of Love and War (chapter 20)

Olivia lingered by the dollhouse near the window sill of her room, fiddling with her plush cat. She felt sick, but didn’t know why - ever since she and her mother had returned home, she was suddenly feeling off. Her body felt tired, her mind felt like it was filled with cotton, and her insides felt weird and unpleasant. She realized she was worried, but she couldn't define what about.

It was getting late, anyhow. Olivia climbed back into bed, seeking to sleep while her mother listened to the radio in the room next door. In an exhausted attempt to relieve her headache, she pressed her face into the pillows. As she fell asleep, she couldn't stop thinking about Lucy's powers or the facts of her father's death.

The next Olivia knew, she was sitting at a long table. She didn’t recognize the room, but she did feel as though someone she knew was around. She was unsure of how she sensed that, but she didn’t have time to ask questions as a door to her left suddenly flew open. 

Olivia carefully rose out of the chair, making her way to the doorway and peering inside. There, she was met with a horrifying sight: a version of her father lay on the floor, covered in rats. But it wasn’t really him - it was more like a mannequin, though it had his face and wore his clothing. The dummy was surrounded by rats, which savaged it and tore off pieces of its body with their yellow fangs.

Olivia could do nothing for a moment but stare, until she managed to snap herself out of it. She ran towards the rats, shouting, “Stop! Go away!”

The rats dispersed and proceeded to retreat, but she realized that they were clothed in the Classic Team’s uniforms. They scuttled to the shadows, staring at her with their beady eyes. 

Her heart beating quickly, Olivia looked down at the mannequin. With shaky hands, she picked up its head, looking down into the face of her father. 

“Olivia, that's not me," came his familiar voice, though it did not come from the head, but from behind her. 

Olivia whirled around, but she saw no one. After a long, terrifying silence, she called back, “Daddy? Where are you?”

No response. When Olivia turned back to look at the head and realized it wasn't her father's any longer, her heart leaped in her throat. Instead, she was staring down into her own face. 

Shrieking, she dropped the head and tried to run, but someone was standing right behind her. Lucy stood there, but she looked different. Her hair was no longer braided and was hanging loosely about her face like jungle vines. Her eyes were blank and black, as they had been during the playground incident.

Olivia took a few steps back, heart beating wildly. “Lucy?” she asked, voice trembling. 

Lucy said nothing. Instead, she raised up her hand and grabbed Olivia by her hair, yanking her closer. As Olivia cried out and tried to fight her off, she could see the beady eyes of the rats again, slowly creeping closer. 

The sound of the radiator thumping brought Olivia back to reality, and back to her bed. She gasped out loud, desperate to forget what she had witnessed in her nightmare.

But she soon understood that there was no way she could forget. No amount of cheerful thoughts or cuddling with plush animals could drive the worry away from her. Hearing the sound of her mother’s radio in the bedroom down the hall, Olivia climbed out of bed and headed for there. 

Helen sat in her bedroom by the radio, reading a new book while the radio played show music from an old musical. The door creaked open, and she glanced up to see Olivia standing there. 

“Olivia?” Helen set the book to the side, rising from her chair with concern. “Why are you up? What is it?”

Olivia couldn’t find her words at first, but soon, she went straight to her mother’s arms and climbed into them. The moment she smelled her mother’s perfume and felt her warm arms scoop her up, she instantly burst into sobs. 

“Darling…what’s the matter?” Helen questioned, heart aching for her child. She eased back down into her chair, cradling her weeping daughter all the while. 

Olivia sobbed inconsolably for almost a minute before she could begin speaking. “It was a dumb nightmare,” she sniffed, feeling some shreds of embarrassment at how upset she’d gotten over it. “It was stupid…stupid!” 

Helen hummed gently. “I see…” she pulled a handkerchief from the nightstand and wiped the girl’s tears with a light hand. “Would you like to tell me about it?”

“I don’t…” Olivia trailed off, thinking. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then opened them again, looking up at her mother. “Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Is…is it true that Daddy got killed by those people he worked with?”

Helen froze, staring down into Olivia’s face for a moment. “Oh…who told you?”

Olivia wiped at her eyes, taking a long breath. “Solly did, at the base,” 

Helen pursed her lips together. “Of course he did…” she sighed, carefully pushing Olivia's hair out of her face to get a better look at her. “Yes, dear, they were the ones who killed him. I’m sorry, we should have told you what happened sooner - is that what’s upset you so terribly?”

“Well…” Olivia got quiet for a few seconds, trying to verbalize what she was feeling. “Yeah - kinda…” she swallowed, trying to get better control over her breathing. “Lucy would ever turn on me like that…right?”

Helen paused, feeling a wave of concern begin to rise in her. “...I don’t believe she would. What makes you think that?” 

“I dunno…it was in my nightmare…” Olivia replied softly. “She’s so fun and a good friend, but…if I made her mad, would she–?”

“Darling,” Helen stopped her, placing a hand on her cheek. “You are not your father, and Lucy has no reason to ever betray you. You’re her friend, aren’t you?”

“Of course,” Olivia nodded, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. “She’s my best friend!”

Helen nodded, and she pulled a tissue from a box on the makeup desk to wipe Olivia’s tears with it. “If she is your best friend, that means trust between the two of you is important. I realize how the past may make it easy to mistrust others, but if there is one thing I have learned, it is that the past does not always dictate the future. Do you understand?” 

Olivia thought these words over, before she nodded. “Yeah,” she agreed, already feeling a little better. She pressed her face into her mother’s shoulder and murmured, “I wanna go back to bed…”

Helen smiled gently, her hand coming to run her fingers through Olivia’s short hair. “All right, then…” she stood up carefully, holding Olivia in her arms and carrying her back to her room. “Would you like to read something with me?”

Olivia cuddled into her mother’s warmth, feeling safe again, and she nodded. “Yes, I’d like that.” 

At that same moment, Heavy and Medic approached the Kindred Soul Medical Clinic. While Heavy drove, Medic followed a map, giving directions so they could easily find the establishment.

Once they arrived to the building, they took a moment to just observe the place. 

“Why have I never heard of this place before?” Medic murmured, confused. “I keep a record of surrounding hospitals in this area, and not once have I ever even heard of this one.”

Heavy looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Why you keep record of such things?”

Medic waved him off, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Well, you never know what kinds of organs these types of hospitals will just throw away! It’s quite fascinating how easy it is to obtain kidneys…”

Heavy couldn’t help but laugh a little, stepping out of the car. “Of course…”

As the two men approached the hospital, Medic gestured to the large black bag he was carrying. “I do not think I will need much of what I brought in here, but…just in case, I am bringing it. This could be a very easy process, we will have to see.”

“What do you plan to do?” Heavy wanted to know. 

“Well…” Medic took a long breath. “I suspect that drugs and chemicals are what is keeping him unconscious. Fred's consciousness should be restored as soon as the IV tubes transferring the medications into his system are removed.”

Heavy nodded, taking this in for a moment before asking, “And how long will this take?”

“I’m…not sure,” Medic admitted. “At least an hour, but since he’s been comatose for God knows how long…it could take much longer.” 

The two entered the building, which was strangely quiet for a hospital. A tired-looking man sat at the front desk, and when he noticed the two men, he asked, “Are you with the audit people?”

Heavy blinked in confusion at the question, but Medic just answered, “No, we are not. We are looking for the basement room, where can we find it?” 

“The basement room?” The man repeated, confused. “Hospital personnel are the only ones allowed down there unless it’s an emergency.”

“It is emergency,” Heavy grunted. He started contemplating if it would be worth it to knock this man out somehow, or if that would be too risky. 

As it turned out, though, he did not need to. “Oh, hospital personnel? That’s me!” Medic affirmed. “I have simply just not been down to the basement yet…could you direct me there?” 

“You work here?” The man asked, squinting at Medic. “Are you a doctor? Can I see some ID?” 

Medic put a hand to his chest in exaggerated offense. “ID!? How dare you! His hips and joints look and feel like raw bacon, and he has shattered kneecaps from a motorcycle accident! And because of an ID card, you sit there behind your desk on your high horse, preventing me from being by his side!? I thought this was a hospital, not a prison! Why, I don’t imagine that—“ 

“Fine!” The man interrupted him, annoyed. He pointed down the hallway to the elevator. “Just take the elevator and stop talking to me!” 

“Thank you!” Medic chirped, turning quickly on his heel towards the elevator. 

Heavy followed him, and once they were inside the elevator, he snickered. “Doktor…how you do this so easy?”

Medic waved him off with a light laugh. “Oh, please. Why let Spy have all the fun when it comes to trickery?” 

Heavy observed Medic’s smile for a moment, before leaning in and planting a gentle kiss to his cheek. Medic blinked, then giggled softly, reaching up to stroke his lover's broad jaw.

The elevator doors opened, and the two stepped out. Medic paused for a moment, thinking. “Forty-two…forty-two…yes, I believe that was the room number Engineer said.”

He gestured for Heavy to follow, and they headed down the hallway. Soon, they made it to Room 42, and Medic knocked on the door. 

Engineer answered, visibly relieved. “Oh, thank the lord you’re here! I’ve had to hide in that closet twice already,” he pointed to a small, dingy closet that was in the corner of the room. “A nurse popped in both times…I dunno what she was doin’ though. I’m freaked out about this place, I don’t got a dang clue what they’re doing!” 

Medic moved past Engineer, coming to stand at the foot of Fred’s bed. “Guter Gott im Himmel…” he muttered, observing Fred’s appearance. “He looks half-dead. Has he made any movements at all?” 

“Only a couple eye twitches,” Dell replied, sitting back down at the edge of the bed. “His heart rate stays the same, though.”

Medic poked at the IV bag attached to Fred, observing it in thought. Heavy approached from behind, staring at the wires and tubes before shifting his gaze to Fred’s face. 

“Must be difficult for you,” Heavy said finally, looking to Engie. “Seeing your father like this…” 

“Oh - uh…yeah,” Engineer nodded, meeting his gaze. “Yeah, I mean — no one wants to see their pa like this, right? And…Y’know, I kinda accepted the fact that he died, but now…I gotta deal with this all over again. I dunno…it’s not a normal thing…”

Heavy reached over, carefully placing his broad palm on Engineer’s shoulder. “I know. But he will wake…everything will be all right. Yes?”

Engineer looked back down at his father’s face, feeling that old familiar pain creep in. “Yeah,” he replied. “Yeah…I hope so.” 

Medic said nothing for a long moment. Finally, he reached over and pulled the IV out of Fred’s arm. “Let’s see what happens when I do this!” 

Engineer jolted, dashing over to where Medic stood. “Hey, hey, hey! You sure about that!?” 

“Of course I’m sure!” Medic affirmed. He reached into his bag and pulled out a patch, which he used to clean up the fluid. “This will stop the flow of sedatives. Now, all we do is wait for it to cycle out of his system enough, and then I will awaken him with…this!” He pulled out a strange vial from his bag, one which was filled with a pink liquid. 

“What is that?” Engineer wanted to know, panicked. 

“I don’t quite remember, but it woke Soldier up from a coma once!” Medic replied with a shrug. 

Engie grit his teeth, uneasy. “All right…ugh, this is freakin’ me out…”

Heavy patted his shoulder again, hoping to reassure him. “Everything will be fine. Doktor will sort it out.”

For well over an hour, Medic monitored Fred as he drained him of the sleeping drugs that were in his system. Heavy and Engineer stood near the bed, with Heavy watching the door to make sure no nurses or doctors tried to slip in.

It got to be close to midnight. Dell was drowsy as he perched on the edge of his father's bed, but he forced his eyelids open to stay awake. He grasped his water bottle, anxiously slurping down a mouthful of water in the hopes that it would liven him up. But just then, he heard something odd behind him: a throaty grunting noise, which he thought was coming from Medic at first. However, when he glanced over and noticed Fred’s thumb twitch, he nearly dropped the water bottle in alarm. 

“Its working,” Medic announced, pleased as he stepped back to observe. 

“Pa!” Dell exclaimed, moving closer to Fred and patting his cheek with his organic hand. “Oh, my god - are you waking up? Please, wake up,” 

Fred’s eyelids moved, his mouth twitched, and finally, his eyes opened. He blinked, trying to adjust to the light of the room, and he murmured something Dell could not understand. 

“What?” Dell prompted, taking his father by the hand and leaning in closer. “What’d you say?”

“I’m thirsty,” Fred managed, his voice cracking a little. Dell instantly grabbed the water bottle and helped his father sit up, allowing him to sip from it.

Once his thirst had been quenched, Fred took a few deep breaths, before he fully noticed his son’s presence. “Dell?” he asked, blinking away the fatigue as his mind finally returned to that of the waking world. “Is…is that you?”

“Yeah,” Dell sniffed, and he nodded, pulling Fred into his arms for a hug, the first one they’d shared in a long time. “I thought I lost you forever…” 

Fred hugged him back, slowly regaining the strength in his muscles to do so. “Lost me? Dell– what happened? I don’t remember…” he trailed off, glancing over his shoulder and seeing Medic standing there. Instantly, he drew back from Dell in alarm, attempting to scramble away from Medic. “Oh, hell no! What’s going on here!?”

“Oh, relax!” Medic sighed in annoyance at the reaction. “I just helped you wake up from your nearly year-long coma, and this is the thanks I get?” 

Fred looked all around the room, panicking. “Where the hell am I? Coma!? What happened?”

“It’s a long story - we’re gonna fill you in, though!” Dell assured him, patting his arm. “Now…I’m takin’ you with me. I dunno what the deal with this hospital is, but–”

“My legs!” Fred gasped suddenly, ripping back his blanket. Sure enough, robotic legs were both missing. “Where are my legs!?”

“Oh– god, I dunno!” Dell winced, glancing around the room. “Did a nurse take ‘em?’

“How the hell am I supposed to know that!?” Fred barked. 

Heavy knelt down and checked under the bed, and he reached underneath it. “This, you mean?” he pulled out a mechanical contraption and showed it to Fred. 

Fred desperately reached for it. “Yeah, yeah, that’s it! Give it!” 

Heavy handed the prosthetics to Fred, who fitted it onto himself right away. He skillfully positioned the device on his own torso, but Dell halted him, saying, "It's awfully dusty. You sure you don't want me to wipe it down for you first?"

“Don’t worry,” Fred grunted, and with some effort, he managed to flex his mechanical limbs, and he sighed with relief. “Oh, thank the lord. Still works…”

Dell slowly helped him out of bed, assisting him in standing on his feet. Fred walked a few steps, stumbling, but he managed to regain his balance. Soon, he’d adjusted to walking normally, and his demeanor appeared to relax. 

“Good!” Medic clapped his hands together, relieved. “Now that we have this settled, we can–”

“Oh, no ya don’t!” Fred cut him off, casting a glare towards Medic. “Now that I’m awake and on my good ol’ legs again, you better tell me what the hell’s going on!”

Before Medic could answer, the door suddenly opened. All eyes turned to the doorway, where a balding man in a lab coat stood. His nametag read, ‘DR. HANDY’. 

“You, there!” he pointed to Medic, glaring at him. “Were you the one who snuck in, pretending to be a doctor here!? And just what did you give this patient to wake him up? You are not authorized to do such a thing!” 

Medic stepped forward, putting his hands up defensively. “Now, now - what does it truly mean to be ‘authorized’ to bring a comatose patient out of their coma? Because, in my opinion, it is rather elitist to dismiss basic human connection on the grounds of a hospital's standards, isn’t it? Outrageous!” 

Dr. Handy stared at Medic for several seconds, before he pulled out a walkie-talkie. “Nope. I’m calling security, asshole.” 

Then, all of a sudden, Heavy pounced on the man, sweeping him up and tossing him out of the room as if he weighed nothing. Dr. Handy was flung across the hallway, where he crashed into a trashcan with a loud yell. 

“Quick! We gotta go, now!” Engineer exclaimed, grabbing Fred by the arm and rushing out of the room with him. Medic and Heavy followed after them, with Medic grabbing his bag on the way out. 

Dr. Handy groaned, recovering from being flung into the garbage as the four men ran past him down the hall. “Hey…hey!” he snapped, struggling to his feet and pressing a button on his walkie talkie. “Security! Come right away, I need some help!” 

The group of four crowded into an elevator, catching their breaths as the doors closed. 

“Should have taken stairs,” Heavy grumbled. “What if they catch up to us?”

“You kiddin’?” Fred scoffed. “I just got my legs back, you really think I’m gonna subject myself to walkin’ up flights of stairs?”

Medic gestured to Heavy. “He could carry you, he’s quite good at it.”

As the elevator doors separated to show the first floor, the four sprinted past bewildered nurses and other custodians to the front doors. Once out in the parking lot, Engineer paused to search for his car. 

“Where’d I park, where’d I park…ah!” he pointed to his truck and grabbed his father’s hand again. “This way, Pa!”

Fred stumbled along, his mechanical joints clicking. “Slow down, slow down!” 

“We’ll meet you at the nearest gas station!” Medic called out to Dell, hopping into his own vehicle. Heavy joined him and got behind the wheel, starting the car up. 

It took a good few minutes of finally being on the road again with his father beside him for Dell to finally unwind. He caught his breath, and before he even knew what was happing, he began hysterically laughing. 

Fred wiped at his brow, glancing over at his son with confusion and concern. “What? What is it?”

Dell took a moment to relax, a light smile on his lips as he rolled his shoulders a few times. “I ain’t ever felt so alive,” he gasped. There was a pause, before he reached over and gave Fred’s hand a squeeze. 

There were no words exchanged for a long moment as Fred held his son’s hand in return, silence filling the truck. Finally, Fred spoke up: “So! You gonna tell me what the hell’s been happening since I’ve been in a dead sleep?”

“Oh!” Dell shook himself, clearing his throat. “Uh…yeah…better strap in before I tell you, quite a lot’s happened…”  

#WHOOOO here we go #this one was a lot of fun to write #tf2 #tf2 fanfic #my writing #tf2 olivia mann #tf2 gray mann #tf2 administrator #tf2 oc #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #tfc engineer

[birdybellicose]

[Slowly rouses from beneath my dragon hoard of takeout boxes and feathers]

New masters of mayhem episode just dropped.....

#birdy #[GTA voice] aw snap....here we go again #also im somehow alive after the summer bender whoooo #I have so many eps of so many pods to catch up on but magic tavern takes priority for me #also WTF HAPPENED TO TWITTER #ugh im getting too old for this sh*t

[ladylvck]

PIN THE FOX WOMAN || @flarefeu

Once again their visits to the Kalos Lady Luck Lounge coincided. What were the chances? Even for someone so heavily intertwined with the threads of fate, the statistical chance of them meeting nearly every single time she came to Kalos was very slim. At that point, it was no longer coincidence and more like calculated planning.

Was it hopeful for her to think that he wanted to see her? Sure as Hell itself, Lucia had grown to enjoy their routine dance -- their complicated Viennese waltz that had them whirling around each other, close, but then at arm's length at a moments notice. Elegant and subtly teasing for those who knew how to look past the surface steps that they took around each other.

After all, a successful Viennese waltz can only be done by keeping your eye on your partner and never letting them go.

It was one of the themed nights at the Lounge.

The whole place was always awash with glitz and glamour and class, but tonight was a bit more classier than normal. The tables relegated to the side so patrons could still sit, but now the main floor of the Lounge was wide open for couples to dance together. People in long time relationships, or those meeting for the first time and trying things out....the dance floor was awhirl with swirling silks and satins. Tonight there was ballroom music playing to match the elegant theme of a Masquerade.

They had been hand in hand for almost the whole night.

In between sips of fine wine, a few breathers, his hand sought hers every time, barring her from dancing with anyone else. His form was both impressive and imposing, and it kept away other possible partners claiming what was his. Or that was the impression she was getting as they truly danced, sweeping together across the floor, dominating it. It wasn't wrong to say the two caught the eyes of everyone there that night.

Like her, Lysandre did not choose to wear his mask after he met her. The suit he wore meant to emulate the Red Death, she recognized it as being similar to the costumes worn by the main actor of a certain show she used to love as a young woman. She'd jokingly called him her 'Phantom' all night long; his steps haunted hers and yet she was comforted rather than frightened.

She probably should be. Such an intense man would have had anyone younger and less experienced swooning or running off. Good thing she was such used to the dance, both figuratively and literally. Her hand did not dare leave his once he'd caught it, her golden eyes which matched her dress, never strayed far from his form, only flicking in worry for bumping into others. Although after some time, even that stopped and she just kept looking at him. Heart soaring and enjoying itself for once. No games. No political intrigue or worry of what people saw.

Just pure enjoyment and she treated him with a genuine, almost girlish smile after yet another dizzying whirl on the dance floor.

The midnight dance was meant to be a special dance, where you would be asked by the Master of Ceremonies (Puck happily talking away on the microphone onstage, a small glee at separating the couples there that night) to find someone new to dance with. However, when Lucia moved to seek another, again, her hand was grasped, taken hold of. But instead of heading out with the others, as the new song was being struck up, she was brought to the side and kept there.

Lucia rarely ever registered just how intimidating he was, probably due to needing to be on alert for such dangerous situations. Always having to remain cool and collected and it was thanks to years of conditioning that she did not panic, did not accuse or scream or react negatively.

She merely tilted her head up to meet his gaze as he kept her pinned to the wall.

All was silent as of a sudden, as if everything happening around them was on mute. In those scant milliseconds of realizing she was well and truly trapped, Lucia collected her thoughts, piecing together what this moment could mean in their endless waltz. Another turn? Another dip? Or...?

All night long, she could have escaped any time she wanted. There was no keeping her there if she did not want it. Lysandre was nothing, if a gentleman, and if she chose to slip out from his grasp she probably could have gotten away this night. But she remained, lowering her guard more and more and more and then....

Her hand came up and hovered near his cheek a moment, her eyes searching for something from him, any hint...

And then she cupped his cheek, sealing this moment. A thumb caressing along the line of his cheeks. The first contact she dared to do outside of her practiced motions of being a good host, a good lounge singer, a good businesswoman. She was just....well and truly trapped as a desired woman and she was okay with it.

"...You caught me," she announced, quietly.

#flarefeu #answered asks #HERE WE GO WHOOOO

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surprise

summary you grew up super close to the sargeant family, so by nature, you and logan are practically siblings. this leads to you attending his races and meeting some of his friends. like oscar piastri... (smau)

pairing oscar piastri x american!vlogger!fem!reader

a/n loosely based off one of my dr's (i hope it doesn't come off as rushed 🫣)

[may]

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yourusername oh how i love being home. miami vlog coming soooon🏝 (logie -> p4🫶🏻) -> tagged: f1, logansargeant, alex_albon, williamsracing, f1mia, lilymhe

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logansargeant stop calling me logie. -> yourusername stop being named logan.

user1 i love their friendship -> user2 they grew up together right??? -> user1 yes, their moms are best friends since high school i think

user4 yn are you going to college? -> yourusername i'm taking online courses in journalism for right now 😁

lilymhe still upset we didn't get any good pics together😒 -> yourusername tell me about it😔

alex_albon your mum is so sweet, i see where you get it from -> logansargeant don't let them fool you, yn tried drowning me last summer. -> yourusername you called my dog ugly.

user5 miami is so pretty

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oscarpiastri miami miami miami #P6 -> tagged: f1mia, mclaren

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user1 who are you hugging there oscar😉 -> user2 could be a fan or one of his sisters -> user3 were his sister there??? -> user2 idk maybe??

logansargeant merica -> oscarpiastri 🇺🇸🦅🤠

landonorris you did good🫡 -> oscarpiastri thanks mate! you too

user4 that looks like the top yn was wearing 🫣 -> user5 who's yn? -> user6 she's a travel vlogger and logans childhood best friend she's been to the last couple races so far this season -> user7 it wouldn't really be weird if it was yn, she's probably known oscar just as long as logan

f1mia we love to see the papaya 🧡

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yourusername barcelona treated me well... logan on the other hand... -> tagged: circuitdebcncat, logansargeant, f1, oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri i made it to the photo-dump😎 -> yourusername when are you gonna make it to podium?? -> user1 FOUL

logansargeant do you like hurting my feelings? -> yourusername you ate all my chips. -> landonorris you mean crisps?? -> yourusername no brits allowed.

user2 yn woke up and chose VIOLENCE -> lilymhe she's grumpy...

user3 so we're gonna ignore the last pic or.... -> user4 i was thinking the same cause whoooo toookkkk itttt

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oscarpiastri happy birthday to my girl -> tagged: yourusername

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yourusername thank you my love🧡 -> oscarpiastri 🫶🏻🧡

logansargeant i didn't think you were announcing today- -> oscarpiastri it's her birthday, i had to.

user1 I KNEW IT

landonorris what's up with you and americans mate? (you guys are cute) -> oscarpiastri look at her. -> user2 'look at her' SOBBING -> yourusername yeah same🥹

user3 this is the best thing i've seen all day.

user4 we're all stupid.

user5 the paddock is gonna be interesting, who is she gonna be there for??😭 -> oscarpiastri she'll be in papaya -> logansargeant over my dead body.

user6 how did no one see this 😭

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yourusername SURPRISE! my boy got podium!!!!! i'm so proud of you!!!!! (best b-day ever🥲) #81 #P3 -> tagged: oscarpiastri, mclaren

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oscarpiastri i love you -> yourusername i love you more

logansargeant not celebrating my p4😒 -> yourusername get podium then we'll talk :)

user1 i love them so much already😭😭😭😭

user2 watching him run right to made my heart explode😭

user3 such a good race omg

landonorris yeehaw🤠 -> yourusername what did i say about brits. -> landonorris you let alex on here -> yourusername his gf is my bsf. -> landonorris YOUR BF IS MY BSF?!?! -> yourusername shhh

user4 lando and yn 😭😭

lilymhe you guys are so cute stoppp -> yourusername ily 🫶🏻

mclaren our favorite couple ;)

taglist: @formulola @sinofwriting @hs-is-loml @enhacolor @mrosales16

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri fanfic #f1 x oc #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 #formula 1

[coco-loco-nut]

Revelations - part 2

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Summary: bringing the kids to a gp

A/n: whoooo double drop day! Enjoy!!!!

requests open masterlist part one

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“You know the drill, stay with me or your dad,” you remind your son and daughter as Daniel parks. Oscar immediately came to visit your home when you got back to Australia, wanting to catch up on the hidden parts of his fellow Aussies lives. The exchange? Free babysitting.

Daniel is such a girl dad, it almost pains you that your daughter likes him more than you, but your son is a mama’s boy so it balances out.

“Florence, keep a tight hold of me,” Daniel says, carrying the four year old on his him. She dozes on his shoulder halfway to the paddock entrance. Your son, Sidney, had a tight grip of your hand. You decided to get here early, before media, so there was a less stressful entrance. Even the video that Red Bull posts of Daniel walking through the paddock blurs out your children’s faces.

“Uncle Maxie,” your daughter stretches her arms out to the Dutchman. He carefully takes her and walks off, chatting away. If it were anyone but Max, you might be concerned.

“Hi Uncle Christian,” Sidney greets his godfather excitedly, the older man equally happy to see his godson. Christian gives you and Daniel the go ahead to walk away and grab breakfast at Hospitality.

“Will you be okay watching them the whole race while being my engineer?” Daniel asks as you both pick at your plates.

“Kelly is going to keep an eye on them, they will be with her in the garage. I think your Mom is coming in for the race tomorrow,” you tell Daniel. You decided to test out their F1 tolerance during FP3 and Qualis instead of just the race.

They do well enough that you feel comfortable with having them in the garage for the race. You do your race engineer work from the garage instead of the pit wall, preferring to be closer with the mechanics and other engineers. Halfway through the race, your mother-in-law carefully hands you a fussy and tired Florence. You let her sit on your lap as you work, holding her close, something that F1TV caught. She notices you talking to her father.

Daniel, overtake is available at the next DRS

Copy, DRS is enabled

Nice overtake, continue to defend. Daddy?

Is that Flo? Tell her I said hi and to let you work.

Copy, focus on your race, please.

Florence is happy to know her dad heard her and quickly falls asleep on your shoulder.

Daniel, box, fresh set of hards are ready for you.

Copy. How are the kids?

Flo is sleeping and Sid is watching with P. Please focus on the race, Danny. Box, box.

Alright Mrs Ricciardo, I see how it is, all business no fun

Someone has to keep you focused, Daniel.

You honestly don’t know how no one had picked up on Daniel’s radio messages to you before your relationship was revealed. He does focus on the race, it’s his job, but every once in a while he does make comments that aren’t racing related. As the last few laps are underway, Florence wakes up from her nap. You point out her dad on one of the screens and decide to surprise him by letting her talk to him.

“Okay Flo, just like I told you,” you gently remove the headphones covering her ears and put the far too big headset on her. Christian is the one who suggested that you do that.

Great race Daddy, P5

Hi Baby Girl, did you help your mama out this race?

I did, just like you told me to.

Good job, I’m so proud of you. Now, let me talk to your mama, she has some special things to tell me. I’ll see you soon sweetheart.

Hey Daniel, great race. Team’s proud of you. Pull in for weigh ins and media. We will have a quick debrief but we are happy with the race.

Copy. Couldn’t have done it without you and the team. Thanks guys.

Kelly and Daniel’s mom entertain the kids while you and Daniel have post-race meetings, but when you get to his drivers room after your last meeting with the engineers, you find him passed out on the couch with your kids sleeping on him. You snap a picture, sending it to one of your Red Bull group chats as well as directly to Max and Oscar.

Social media was loving the radio clips of you and Daniel talking, as well as Florence congratulating her father. Pair that with the videos of her sleeping on your shoulder mid race and every other clip of you and Daniel with the kids, it’s no wonder why your family is trending.

“Dan,” you whisper, gently shaking your husband’s shoulder.

“Hm? Have I been asleep long?” He whispers, trying not to disturb the kids.

“Probably not. Let’s get back to the hotel,” you smile softly, gently picking up Florence so he can get up. He carries Sidney, who is still asleep, while you carry Florence. Thankfully for the both of you, you were ready to leave.

“No more races for them until they are older,” Daniel proposes.

“Unless it’s here, I think I will agree to that,” you nod, brushing hair off of Florence’s head. You realistically know Daniel only has a couple seasons left in him, and that Florence wants to race just like her dad, so it might be better to wait until one of you is available to be with them the whole time. Sidney stirs as you get closer to your car.

“That was fun, when are we going again?”

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[her-satanic-wiles]

Masterlist ⛧ Hellish Delights Masterlist

Words: 8k.

Warnings: Copia’s a piece of shit, rape, non-con elements but more dubcon, mentions of rape, use of the word rape, violent sex, rough sex, dubcon, cnc, filmed having sex (unknowingly), filmed having sex (knowingly), piv, vaginal sex, rough vaginal sex, blood kink, pain kink, rape fantasy, masturbation, semi-public sex, semi-public masturbation, dirty talk, Copia is a creepy old man, rape recreation, spit as lube, fear kink, fear play?, degradation, misogyny, references to free use, reference to bondage, somnophilia, dacrophilia, vaginal fingering, rough fingering, exhibitionism, caught masturbating (close call), groping, coercion; slut shaming, nipple play, fingering, hair pulling, breeding kink, victim blaming, naked woman clothed man, under-negotiated to non-negotiated kinks, possessive, marking kink, use of safeword (sort of), praise, objectification, poor mental health, detailed trauma, aftercare

Author's note: Hey, all! I promise I will get on Divine Desires soon, but this just kept itching away at my brain, and whoooo Nelly, was it difficult to ignore. But here we are now! Please heed the trigger warnings!

The Ghouls aren't demons in my fic. They're humans who work in the Ministry, but they're a different class of profession, somewhere between personal assistants and body guards, depending on the importance of Papa's task.

This is a work of fiction based in the extreme horror category and should be treated as such. I do not condone the actions the characters make, nor am I actively encouraging others to participate in such actions in everyday life. It also does not reflect the personalities of the performers who play these characters.

The purpose of this fic is to shock, scare, entertain, and make readers entirely uncomfortable. If you are not in a headspace where you can safely read and enjoy this story, or even if the trigger warnings make you uncomfortable, I highly recommend and encourage you not to read this. Your mental health is more important than a work of fiction.

If you are struggling to come to terms with past trauma, please talk to someone and seek professional help.

You deserve to feel safe, loved, and cared for. Thank you.

🔞 MDNI 🔞

As this is dark fiction, I'm choosing to rate it 21+. Please respect my rating. Thank you.

Phantom didn’t need to be unmasked for Papa Copia to know something was wrong. The ghoul barely made out two words before Copia stood and grabbed his candles. The frantic explanation was given as Copia whipped around his room, trying to find the correct materials. On such short notice, certain members of the clergy wouldn’t be available to help. So Copia would just have to make do with what he had. Or rather who he had. Phantom had told him the situation at hand, but none of Phantom’s words were able to prepare him for what he was going to see.

He could hear your moans - no, screams- echoing down the corridor from the other end - the loud pleasure in your voice bouncing off the walls and ringing in his ears atop the sounds of the ten or so pairs of feet clambering down the hall to reach you quickly.

“Will you cum on his cock?” It was Swiss’ voice that sounded above all else, dual-toned and demonic. He was well and truly lost to the possession now. “Will you cum on the cock that rapes you?” Rape. Satan only knew how long you’d been subjected to demonic torture. Yes, your voice was oozing with pleasure, but he could still hear the pain sneaking through it. He could taste your fear on his tongue. You’d consented in the end, as it sounded, but how much of that was genuine want versus the deluded, terrified mind clouded in order to protect its host from life-altering trauma.

“Yes!” You screamed looking back up into his eyes. “I’m gonna c-cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna-!”

Copia swung the door open right as your orgasm hit, your mind clouding over and drool dripping from your mouth as you came all over Swiss’ cock. His eyes locked with yours and he had the unfortunate pleasure of watching the light fade, and your body go limp, bouncing with the rough force of Swiss’ hips as he continued to use you for his own gratification.

“You’re just in time, child.” The demon said, thrusts growing erratic. “Witness the gift of the Olde One.”

“He doesn’t advocate for such torment - especially on those undeserving.” Copia remarked as his clergymen took their positions in the room. The demon knew it was outmatched, and thus continued his assault on your body.

“Perhaps. But he advocates for rewards for his finest soldiers.”

“Ah, Asmodeus.”

“In the flesh, child.”

“Not for much longer.”

As the clergy began their chant, and the exorcism truly began, the demon Asmodeus made his final thrusts before releasing his spend into your unconscious body. Two of the Ministry’s ghouls, gargoyles more like, came forth to apprehend Swiss’ body and pull him away from you. Your hips fell onto the floor, ricocheting off the wood. Both Copia’s and Swiss’ eyes were trained on your severely abused core, the white flowing from you and dripping onto the ground, turning the faintest shade of pink as it mixed with the blood Swiss’ cock had forced out of you as he broke you. Copia could feel Asmodeus’ ferocity, his power surging at the sight of you, battered and bruised on the ground, leaking his cum. Given the surge of power coming from him, Asmodeus’ lust had mixed with Swiss’, both of them now fighting to bury themselves deep inside you again and have you once more to quench their lustful thirst.

Copia felt guilt wash over his body as it merged with an ocean of arousal. At the sight of Swiss’ cum spilling from you, his cock began to stir awake, wanting nothing more than to just get on his knees and take you as Asmodeus did. But he was your Papa, he could never bring himself to betray you, like that. If he was buried deep inside you, it would be with you as a willing participant, screaming beneath him, sure, but because he was taking you to paradise.

He shook himself out of the gross thoughts he was experiencing, and joined in to chant with his brethren. When he looked at Asmodeus finally, the demon shot Copia a knowing look before he was banished back to Hell, and Swiss’ unconscious body flopped exhaustedly to the floor. That look he received, told him that the demon saw right through him down to his very tainted soul. And though he knew the clergymen couldn’t read his mind like Asmodeus could, he still feared that someone could tell what he was thinking.

“Phantom,” Copia began, his voice shaky and weak until he cleared his throat, “we must take them all to the infirmary. Please go down and get as much help as you need. Wheelchairs should suffice.”

“Yes, Papa!”

Phantom, eager to save his closest friends turned on his heels and began his journey to the infirmary. Copia looked around the room, his eyes lingering as subtly as they could on each of the clergy’s lower regions, hoping he could find solidarity in such a fucked up situation. He couldn’t - which only added to his guilt.

He waited until everyone was settled on their chairs before he spoke again, giving specific instructions to each of the nurses who had come to assist with the tragedy, then addressing the clergy. “We must keep Swiss and the Sister separated,” he told everyone, “she has been through enough tonight without seeing his face again so soon.”

“What punishment for him, Papa?” a cardinal asked.

Copia sighed. “He was possessed - he would never do this in his right mind. I am… hesitant to sentence him. I’ll leave that up to the Sister’s good graces when she is strong enough to make those decisions. In the meantime, keep them separated.”

Copia followed you all the way down to the infirmary and stayed with you as you were getting immediate treatment. The bruises on your jaw were beginning to show, and your body was incredibly battered and red from the attack. But even so, even as he watched them mend you and put your broken pieces back together, his mind kept showing him your face - the expression twisted on it as you came around Swiss’ cock. The way you sounded still ringing in his ears - the sight of his seed dripping out of you.

He politely excused himself after making sure that you’d be okay and trotted back to his office, slamming the door shut behind him. By now, his erection was full of blood and aching to the touch against the confines of his jeans. His hands fumbled against his robes in desperation, throwing the garment over his head and onto the floor and leaning against the doorway as he pushed his jeans down far enough to expose himself. The cool, crisp autumn air making his balls tighten and his nipples erect beneath his shirt. His hand, still hidden beneath his leather glove, received a healthy glob of spit before he wrapped it around the head and began to stroke, spreading his saliva around and lubricating the slide.

He groaned at the sensation, his back fully pressed against the wood of his door. The slide was impeccable, but nothing compared to how you’d feel. Swiss wasn’t a small man by any capacity, and so Copia swallowed some guilt forming as he let his mind wander. Did he ruin your cunt? The amount of time he was inside you was so great, did he form a space just for him? Or were you still as tight as Copia wanted you to be? He imagined you’d still be nice and tight for him, though, he couldn’t help the way his cock twitched at the thought of him invading a space carved out by another man.

Copia always made it abundantly clear he wasn’t like other men, and sometimes that was to his detriment. For you, especially, he wanted you to feel safe around him, loved by him. He didn’t want you to be uncomfortable in any capacity because he prided himself on being one of the “good guys”, that he’d never betray you in the same way the other men did. He worshipped women, he’d never be misogynistic to one. He was a stand-up, tolerant man. Yet there he was, walking slowly towards his desk and positioning himself against it, rubbing his erection so hard and fast, his arm was beginning to ache in discomfort with the image of you being roughly taken by one of his hardest-working ghouls. And he couldn’t help imagine what it would feel like to have been in Swiss’ - no, Azmodeus’ position - how tightly you’d cling onto him as he used you for his own pleasure; how your delicious cries would travel all the way down to his erection and have you weeping below him. He wondered how deliciously you’d sound begging for him to stop, pleading with him to show you mercy as he took what he wanted and gave not a single fuck for your wants, desires, or even personal pleasure.

His eyes shut tight as he savoured the sensations he experienced when he swung the door open, the painful pleasure painted on your face as you came for Lucifer knows how many times. How you passed out and your body went limp from exhaustion, yet bounced at the violence of Swiss’ thrusts. How his mouth went dry when he saw your red and swollen pussy eject Swiss’ seed, and pool amongst your blood on the floor. And with that final sight, his own orgasm reached him - his cum spurted across his desk and gathered on the wood, sending flashbacks to Swiss’ cum gathering the same way beneath you. He grunted animalistically, mouth hanging open as his body tingled from the force of his orgasm, toes curling in his boots and hand slowly coming to a halt, yet still wrapped tightly around his cock.

This was when the guilt was beginning to set in. Though you may have consented towards the end - you weren’t in your right mind. Copia had no idea just how long you’d been the subject of Azmodeus’ torment - or rather, torture - and thus knew that whatever happened to you earlier was not done with your willingness and permission. Yet there he was, eyes fixated on his cum as though it had tumbled from your delectable core, with disgust filling him from bottom to top as he realised just how gross he’d been. If you found out about this - you’d never trust him again. The Satanic Church didn’t welcome things like this in the same way Catholocism did. Granted they pretended they didn’t, but no actions were taken against the perpetrators of such crimes. And he was Papa. He was supposed to keep you safe. He’d failed you then, and as he wiped his spend from the mahogany, he realised he’d failed you now.

Life passed without incident until a few days later, when it had been brought to his attention by one of the guitar techs that Swiss kept disappearing from his duties and no one knew where he went for hours at a time. Copia knew. He didn’t want to believe it, but he had his suspicions. Immediately, he went into his office and switched on the computer, clicking away at menus and windows until he found what he was looking for: the security camera footage. He clicked on the first video in date chronological order and sat there, studying each frame. At first, nothing happened: it was just Swiss sitting at the foot of your bed, and by the looks of his shoulders - he was sobbing. He saw you two engaging in conversation - how your eyes widened in apparent fear as you registered who was there with you. He couldn’t help the stirrings of excitement at the sight of you visibly recoiling from Swiss’ presence, and then later from his comforting touch. Then, it all happened so fast.

One moment you were having a conversation, you nodded at him and then Copia watched as Swiss climbed on top of you. He was like an animal - a desperate, hungry animal that needed to be sated immediately or he’d die of whatever ailment was afflicting him. Swiss pawed at your bedsheets and hospital gown as he exposed your heavily bruised body to the elements, and spreading your legs wide enough to fit himself in between them. Swiss immediately pushed into you, and you winced as though you felt the same searing pain you felt the first time he did. But after a few uncomfortable thrusts, the pleasure returned once more, and your hands, now finally responding, flew to his shoulders and grasped on, digging your nails into his skin.

Copia’s cock was standing to attention at the sight of Swiss taking you again, and you accepting him willingly. And this time, he knew it was willing - your head nod was enough for him to know that you wanted Swiss inside you again - you wanted to feel that fucking cock take you for a second time. Copia was all but foaming at the mouth, fumbling with his robes once again and freeing his achingly hard cock. He barely even had the wherewithal to spit on it, so desperate to time his hands with Swiss’ hips, he was more than willing to start rubbing himself dry. Any pain he felt could be retribution for his perverted actions.

He cursed - partly at the feel of his cock being abused by his own hand, but also in frustration at the stupid, shitty fucking cameras they put everywhere had no fucking sound! Sweet Satan, he’d give his left nut to hear what Swiss was saying to you, and he’d give his right one to hear your response. He couldn’t even see Swiss’ lips to lip read anything, so instead he let his mind to the work.

He imagined Swiss telling you how much of a whore you were for him, letting him fuck you in an infirmary where anyone could walk in. He imagined Swiss reminding you of what he did to you the day before, and how he would do it again and again if he could. Lucifer knows Copia would. Copia would keep you bound and gagged and spread wide open for him to use as and when he saw fit. Copia would take your tight little cunt for hours at a time, and offer you no reprieve until he had his fill. What if Swiss was telling you that he wanted to do that very thing to you? Would Swiss let Copia have a turn on you? Would Swiss watch? Before Copia had chance to cum, Swiss had already done so, and was climbing off you. Copia loosened the grip on his dick but still continued to watch as Swiss walked away.

The next video was dated to the very next day, and began with Swiss entering your room while you were asleep. His hand reached up your legs and dipped below the comforter. That fucking scrap of fabric was obstructing his view, but Copia understood exactly what was going on, especially when your hips started bucking in response. He was fondling your body as he played with your clit, biting his lip and molesting you as you slept. Your body clearly wanted it, though, given how willingly your legs parted and your hips chased the pleasure. When your eyes fluttered open, so achingly innocent Copia wanted to bite you, again there was a flash of fear behind your eyes before you became soothed at Swiss’ face. He was smiling, a devilish grin that would no doubt make even Copia quake in his boots, but you, still sporting bandages and unable to make full expressions, were staring at him, daring him to take it further. You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t, but instead you pointed up at the camera, and for a brief moment, Copia felt his heart fall out of his ass as both you and Swiss were looking directly at him. Neither of you knew Copia was there, of course. At that time, no one was. But it didn’t stop Copia from feeling like he’d just been caught by you both with his cock in his hand and said hand rubbing it vigorously, like a horny teenager who’d peered into the girl’s locker rooms.

Swiss took the comforter and pulled it off your body, folding it haphazardly over the foot of the bed and exposing your pretty, little cunt to the room. Given the camera was positioned to your right and in the corner of the room, he couldn’t see everything he wanted to see, but he got a glimpse of your labia parting as Swiss’ fat fingers spread them to access your cunt. His fingers entered you, and wasted no time stretching you open for him. Copia watched your body jiggle helplessly beneath the wrath of his hands, and how little Swiss cared for your hands grappling onto him and holding on for dear life. Copia’s hand once again matched Swiss’ tempo, and found himself coming to the edge far quicker than he wanted, but he just couldn’t stop himself.

Ashamedly, Copia came before he could even finish the second video. Your face was contorted in absolute agony as Swiss pushed into you and fucked you hard without giving you a moment’s rest to recover and get used to his size. Copia’s cum landed on his screen, splattering all over your pixelated face as a fucked up cum tribute. Copia wondered how your face would look covered in his cum in real life, and that almost got his cock standing on edge again. The guilt settled in soon after, but not as much as it did the first time he came to you. This time because your consent was all over these encounters. You let Swiss fuck you now, legs spread for him willingly and screams no doubt wanton for his cock. You let him maneuver your body in ways benefiting the security camera. You nodded, and cursed, and screamed out your consent as Swiss played with you. His only guilt now was that you didn’t know he was watching you.

Yet, he downloaded each and every single one of those videos (there were seven in total, one of each day of your time in the infirmary), and each one a varying degree of fucked up with you in a varying state of healed. In one of those videos, Swiss had just decided to stick his dick inside you as you slept, and you had no idea he was even there until he’d been gone thirty minutes and you felt his cum oozing out of you. Copia watched you use Swiss’ cum as lube and masturbate for hours, cumming four times just with your fingers and glistening with both his release and your own. If he wasn’t such an old man, he’d have joined you in your multiple orgasms. Alas, though his cock was very much interested, his body would have no more of it today.

A day didn’t go by where he’d load up one of the security camera videos and jerk off in his office. By the end of the two weeks you’d been out of the infirmary, and when you’d recovered enough to return to your duties, he’d replayed each of the videos several times. It was like he was addicted, choosing only those videos. When he’d decided to quit them, for fear that his actions and attitudes would change towards you, he’d become unbearably miserable and frustrated with everyone and everything. Everyone noticed the difference, and even gave him a wide berth, just in case he snapped or shouted, something he never used to do. It got to the point where those videos became a necessity, and he hated himself for it. He would continue to hate himself twice a day or a week further before the inevitable happened.

All that time spent with his hand on his cock in his office meant that one day, a knock would come mid-stroke, and he’d be forced to conduct a meeting with a raging boner. It happened, and as he scrambled to close the video and cover his modesty, you walked through the door. Satan, he wanted to pounce on you. Despite all you’d been through the previous month, your demeanour had barely changed. In order to appear respectful to your superiors, you still crept through the door with wide, innocent eyes, body closing in on itself in shyness and submission. Before, he thought this was endearing - telling of your sweet personality. Now, it made him want to rip your clothes off you, bury himself inside you, and take you until you were screaming his name, and shaking beneath him. His cock twitched when you made eye contact with him, and spoke in a soft voice, “You wanted to see me, Papa?”

He did? Fuck - he did! How could he forget he sent one of his ghouls to find you this morning? He needed to know what to do about Swiss - although, the CCTV footage of your infirmary room told him all he needed to know. You didn’t know that he knew, and so he had to at least keep up appearances. “Yes, tesoro.” He gestured to the sofa in front of his desk. “Please, sit.” You sat so prettily on his sofa, making sure your habit was draped in such a way that preserved any modesty you may have had. It all seemed like a viscous facade now. He knew who you truly were when you were naked and vulnerable. “How is your recovery?”

There was still a faint bruise on your jaw from the assault, but otherwise it looked like you were almost completely healed. You confirmed as much in your response, finalising it with a sincere, “thank you.” Those two syllables felt like punches to his gut. ‘Thank you, Papa, for caring about me, and worrying about me. I appreciate you.’ Meanwhile, he used one of the most traumatic experiences of your life as his masturbation material and betrayed your trust twice daily.

“Are you starting therapy now?”

You nodded. “I’ve only had two sessions so far, but she’s already helping me work through things.”

Copia nodded. “That is excellent news, tesoro. You should be proud of yourself.”

“Thank you, Papa. And, I wanted to say thank you for saving me back then. I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to tell you, but I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t have come when you did.”

He swallowed, the guilt eating him alive as his mind showed him your face as it came around Swiss’ cock - the first time he’d seen it. His posture changed, allowing his right hand to naturally rest on his thigh, before travelling true north and beginning to rub over his clothed bulge as subtly as he could manage. “Please, do not thank me. I only have your safety and wellbeing at heart.” Fucking liar. “Anyone would have done the same.”

“Even still, thank you.”

“It is actually why I wanted to see you today. I wanted you to be strong enough to have this conversation with me. Swiss committed a vile sin, even one Sathanas cannot support. As you know, He is all for depravity but only when all are happy with said depravity. He needs to be punished - let the punishment fit the crime. I wanted you to decide the punishment, as you were the victim in all of this. How do you think we should punish him, tesoro? No limits, what you say goes.”

As expected, the look on your face was made up of stunned silence. Your eyes widened in fear. You didn’t want Swiss to be punished. You’d already forgiven him. The look on your face had his hand applying pressure to his cock. Fuck, you had no right looking this sinful. “I don’t want him to be punished, Papa.” You said quietly.

“But, tesoro… he-”

“I know. But he didn’t, did he? He was possessed. And you sent the demon back to Hell, right? I think that’s punishment enough. Let our Dark Lord punish the demon for his crimes and have him suffer for eternity in the pits of Hell.”

“Well, no punishment will be given to Swiss, if that’s what you ask. I must say, this is highly irregular. A testament to your kindness, I suppose. How do you feel about Swiss?” He was skirting dangerous territory now, but he couldn’t help himself. He wondered if he could use your trust in himself against you, and have you admit to sleeping with Swiss. Copia didn’t know what he’d do if he heard those words fall from your mouth, but he poked and prodded nonetheless. “Would you be comfortable being around him again?”

“I believe so, yes.”

Copia raised his brows in fake surprise. “You truly are incredible, tesoro. After everything? I’m in awe of you. I’m surprised to hear that. Perhaps we can start with - eh - supervised socialising until you’re used to seeing him again.”

You nodded in response, eyes to the ground and refusing to make eye contact. You were shifty. You were withholding the truth. You were obvious about it.

“Tesoro?” He asked, allowing his voice to be just a fraction sterner than usual. “Is something wrong?”

“No, Papa.”

“Then why aren’t you looking at me?” There was silence for a moment. “You’ve already seen him, haven’t you?”

You nodded.

Copia deliberately sighed. “Well, you are a grown adult, tesoro. I cannot stop you from seeing anyone you do not wish to. But you should know I disapprove. He could still have been dangerous to you. I couldn’t bear it if he hurt you again.” There was silence again. “What are you not telling me, Sister?”

“I- Please don’t be disappointed in me, Papa.”

“I could never be disappointed in you. Please, tell your Papa what’s troubling you.”

The flood gates opened. You were desperate to share the information with someone. Clearly, you’d not been doing so with your therapist. You confessed to everything, how Swiss came to you when you first woke up, how he’d fucked you every day since. Not that you used such explicit words. He’d taken advantage of your nervousness and lack of eye contact, and had gotten more and more brazen with the movement of his hand over his cock, openly masturbating now beneath his desk. He didn’t expect you to look up - he didn’t think you would. But as you were talking, you glanced at him every now and again, so quickly he missed every one. Until your talking had slowed and a soft, “Papa?” Fell from your lips. Your eyes were now fixated on his hand, a hint of betrayal glistening in them. Copia didn’t stop now - he couldn’t. The look on your face had travelled straight to his cock, and now he was going to take this opportunity to take you. “You already knew that I’d seen Swiss, didn’t you?”

“Sì.”

You swallowed. “H-how?” By this point you’d stood from the sofa.

“I think you know.”

“You saw…?”

“Every one.”

You turned your back to him, hand over your mouth and tears of humiliation threatening to spill. The second you saw the camera, you should have refused Swiss. But the thrill was too much and you couldn’t say no. You also couldn’t lie and say you felt completely and utterly betrayed by your Papa - because while you were, and had every right to be, you also felt heat pooling between your legs at the thought of Copia watching every single time Swiss was inside you.

You didn’t hear Copia stand or approach you. You only knew he was there when you felt him press up against you, hands snaking round your waist and pulling you towards him. Any piece of you that he could get his hands on, he did so: gripping your thighs, stomach, breasts. His chin rested on your shoulder, lips mere centimetres from your ear as he spoke. “Perhaps there are other ways to work through your thoughts, hm? Do you want that? You know, for all I saw, I didn’t hear much of anything. That first night in the infirmary, what did he say to you, tesoro? What did he say that made you part your legs so willingly, so soon?”

“H-he…” You felt Copia remove your veil, pulling it to the floor and exposing your hair.

“Go on?” He urged as his hands began to unbutton your habit. They were moving sinfully slow, almost painfully so. It was as if he were dragging this out on purpose just to spite you, or drive you insane. Perhaps both were true.

“He told me that he was sorry.” Copia had dipped his hands beneath the shoulders of your outfit and dragged it down your body to pool at your feet, his lips immediately attaching themselves to your near-naked shoulder. If it wasn’t for that infernal bra strap, he’d have you completely bare for him. “He told me that he felt bad for what he did.”

“And that’s all you need, Sister? An apology has you spreading your legs for any man who offers one?”

“No! He-” You bit your lip, now feeling his hands unclasp your bra, one hook at a time. “He told me that he felt guilty for finding it so hot. But that he…” Your bra fell to the floor and you swallowed.

“Keep going.”

“He couldn’t stop touching himself to the thought of it.”

Copia groaned behind you, his teeth grazing your delicate skin. His gloved hands moved up to your nipples and began to pull and play with them, rolling them through his index finger and thumb. His hard cock rubbed gently against your clothed ass, showing you just how desperate he’d become.

“He’s a talker, isn’t he?”

You nodded.

“Tell me, tesoro. What else did that filthy mouth of his tell you? What got you so riled up for you to let him fuck you in your hospital bed?”

One of his hands released your nipple and gently traced the curves of your stomach all the way down to your panties. His fingers dipped beneath the waistband, and immediately went in search of your clit. He needed no map to find it, it as as if he already knew your body and how it worked - perhaps it was all the videos he watched of his ghoul doing the exact same thing to you. He worked your clit in gentle circles to begin with, fully content on just teasing you until he got the information he wanted out of you. You released a soft moan in response, reaching your left arm behind you to grip onto his greying hair. Your right hand clutched at his wrist, and held on tightly as he continued his assault - an assault you welcomed with open arms.

“Papa!” You whispered. “I can’t.”

He tutted. “She’s getting bashful on me now, no? Seems a bit late for false modesty when I watched your cunt get spread on a camera. You can and you will. What did he say to you?”

Though his voice never raised, it did become more stern. It didn’t feel as though he’d take no for an answer. Just like Asmodeus, he would use you with or without your willingness being present. Unlike with Asmodeus, you knew Copia would stop if you really asked him to. He could be an asshole sometimes, but he wasn’t a monster. You didn’t want to tell him no. That night unlocked something in you that at first you’d only thought about doing again with Swiss, but now with Papa willing to give you what you wanted, it turned out you wanted this again, over and over until you were some kind of brainless toy.

Copia pinched your clit between his fingers when you were taking too long. “I won’t ask again, Sorella.”

“Fuck!” You screamed. It was painful, of course it was, but your scream was oozing with pleasure, just like it was when Copia had walked in on Asmodeus taking you. “He loved how wet I got! He - fuck, Papa! - He loved me c-creaming on his cock. He loved hearing me cry out for him, and begging for him to-”

“To what?” Copia’s finger now rubbed in circles, faster and with a lot more pressure. “Say it!”

You were talking much faster than before, the words spilling from your mouth before you could even process them. “He want to hear me beg him to fuck me over and over. Wanted to turn me into his toy. Get me pregnant. Papa, please!”

He bit your ear softly. “Did you enjoy it, tesoro? That night with the demon? Did you love it?”

“Mmmmm fuck! Not at first! He - shit - hurt me. But then it - it felt good towards the end.”

“How many times did you cum?”

“I d-don’t remember. Maybe twice?”

Copia groaned again. “Puttana.”

Your hips were bucking wildly, chasing a high that Copia was right on the precipise of giving you. You were so close. You needed it. “I’m gonna cum! Papa! Papa!”

“Cum all over your Papa’s fingers like a common fucking whore, that’s it!”

The dam broke and the floodwaters emerged, your orgasm hitting you like a ten-tonne truck and tensing your body from head to toe. Those very toes were now curling into the rug, your fingers tightening in his hair causing him to let out his own screams. You had no idea what your body was doing, and the fact that you were yelling throughout the entirety of your orgasm, howling like a banshee as tears fell from your eyes at the intensity of it all.

“On your back on the floor.” Copia instructed.

You did as you were told, lying your bare back against the plush of the rug. Copia’s face crumpled at the sight, though. He wanted you on the wood. So, he nudged you with his shoe to get your attention, shook his head and pointed to where he wanted you. You obliged, and spread your legs as soon as the cold shock had dissipated from your body.

“You get off on this, don’t you?” He said, removing his robes and reaching for his zipper. “On being used and manhandled against your will.”

You nodded.

“Is that why you let Swiss use you every fucking day, eh? Are you trying to relive it?”

You hesitated for a moment too long, and Copia took that as confirmation. He chuckled darkly, unzipping his jeans and removing his cock from its confines, finally letting it breathe after you almost catching him at the beginning. “Do you know what, tesoro?” He began to position himself above you, lining up with your sopping heat and rubbing himself against your clit. Your fingernails dug into the floor at the oversensitivity that had now begun to set in, your heart racing with anticipation. He pulled your hips closer to him, having you partly resting on his thighs, immaturely laughing a little at the sound your body made as it was dragged against the floor. “I got off on it too.”

He delighted in the way your eyes lit up with so many emotions, before finally allowing your face to contort with the pleasure of him pushing his cock inside you. There was lust in your eye, of course, remembering how you made eye contact with Papa as you reached your second orgasm that night. You remembered the last thoughts that raced around your head before you blacked out. Now that you’re thinking about it, you remembered seeing a primal look in Copia’s eyes underneath his concern, and the thought made you tighten around Copia’s cock that had begun slamming into you, after deeming you ready enough.

“Swiss was feral for you afterwards,” he told you, eyes fixated on your cunt as it squeezed him, “we had to restrain him with multiple gargoyles because he was going to go back in for a second turn.”

“Fuck, Papa!”

“And now I see why - cazzo!” A string of Italian fell from his lips that you couldn’t quite understand. But it didn’t matter, the thought of Swiss fighting against the Ministry’s protectors in order to get inside you a second time had set your body alight - the primal need to satiate his hunger now ingrained in your mind for the rest of time. You allowed loud moans to fall from your lips as the angle Copia fucked you at had his cock hitting your g-spot each time. “His - his cum… and your blood - fuck! - I wanted to taste it then see how my cum would look mingling with both of you. If I wasn’t surrounded by the clergy, I might have had my fill there and then too.”

You bit your lip and gripped onto his strong arms, those arms and hands grasping onto your hips for leverage as he roughly fucked into you, getting deeper and deeper to now have his tip hit your cervix and his shaft rub constantly against that sweet spot. You were losing your mind, mewling out for Papa as he took you on his office floor. “You sh-should have anyway!” You mumbled through your moans.

Copia’s eyebrows raised. “Yeah? You wanted me to fuck you in the ritual room with the clergy watching? Fucking Jezebel. You always seemed so sweet, Sister. Who knew you were so filthy? Is that why you agreed to the ritual in the first place, tesoro? You like it when people watch?”

“Yes!”

At this revelation, Copia began to thrust harder. This wasn’t usually a turn on for him - in fact, he’d never really thought much about it before - but the idea that you would get off on it had him harder than he ever had been in his life. He wondered how far it would go - if you imagined the other members of the clergy joining in in some capacity. How many of them could you have taken before it became too much? How many before you woke up? What about when you were awake? How would you react knowing that all the clergy members were touching themselves in a circle around you as Copia railed you for a ritual? Would you willingly open your mouth for them? Would you let them cum on you? Had you done this before? Was this a revelation that was new to you after Asmodeus? Copia’s mind was racing with questions and possibilities.

His mind snapped out of its musings to watch you beneath him, taking his cock to the hilt and loving every second of it. It felt so good, your mouth was hanging open and drool was slipping from the corners. Your eyes rolled back, eyebrows furrowed and sweat glistening over your body. You were so wet, creaming on Copia’s dick and he watched the strings of your juices pull and snap with his movements. With every passing second, every thrust, he understood why Swiss couldn’t get enough of you, why Asmodeus fought tooth and claw to get inside you again. Copia would be inside you every single day if you let him. He wanted to watch you bounce off his cock every day, watch your body jiggle at the force of his thrusts, how your tits jerked while his cock ravaged your insides. The way your ass ricocheted off the ground each time he moved had him damn near feral for you. You resorted him down to his animalistic instincts, his primal urges. He just wanted to bite you as he fucked you, mark you, claim you, show the world that you were his.

He wondered how Swiss would react to finding marks on you that didn’t belong to him. He imagined Swiss getting angry - he shouldn’t but he did. Fucking you within an inch of your life, bruising your body in multiple ways while he was deep inside you, reminding you that you belonged to him. Sathanas, he wished he could strip you bare and uncover Swiss’ artwork on you, and add more of his own. It was fucked up but he needed it and so, without much thought, he lifted your leg, bent himself over you and bit wherever he could reach, painfully biting and sucking hickeys onto your body. You screamed with the onslaught, your own fingernails and hands digging into his flesh and leaving marks of your own. But, after the third bite, you let go with one hand and began to furiously rub at your clit, relishing the pain and fucking yourself to a second orgasm, and shaking with the force of it. You tightened impossibly around Copia’s cock, forcing him to rest while you finished yourself off. But Copia wasn’t done with you. Not even the slightest bit. “On your stomach, tesoro.”

Your eyes widened a little, a small inch of panic setting in. “What?”

“Stomach. Now.”

“Copia…”

The use of his name hit him like a punch to the gut. “What’s wrong?” He said, his voice dripping with concern, not an ounce of lust in his eyes anymore. He noticed. He was taking it seriously.

“Please not my stomach.” He wasn’t there for the first half of your torment - he didn’t see what Asmodeus did to you. You wanted to explain why, but you couldn’t find the words. But Copia seemed to understand immediately.

He nodded, “Of course, tesoro. D-do you want to stop?” He asked the question almost like an afterthought, but it came to him nonetheless.

“No. Please.”

“Please what?”

“I-”

“We can go as dark or as soft as you like, amore. Please what? Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

“Take what you need. Use me, Papa. Please.” You said, your voice tapering off to a desperate whimper.

Copia groaned, a visceral, gutteral sound. “Spawn of Satan, begging me to use her like a fucking toy, eh? As you wish, tesoro. Take my fucking cock. It’s what you were made for, right?” He dropped your hips dramatically, kind of showing you now that he had no interest in making you feel good now. It was all about him from this point onwards, and you were going to know about it. He positioned himself above you, completely trapping you beneath him now, and began to slam into you so hard, your body moved across the floor each time. Grunts and groans were ripped from your throat involuntarily, spilling your truth into his ears whether you liked it or not - the helpless feeling had you wrapping around him like a vice, and refusing to loosen the grip.

“Gonna fuck this cunt every day.” He continued, muttering mostly to himself. “Might keep you in my chambers, spread out and ready for me to use at any point.” You tightened. “Or better yet, keep you naked and tied to my desk so I can use this hole when I’m stressed. You want that, hm?”

“Yes, Papa!”

“Tell me.”

“I want t-to be your toy! I want you to use me every day. I want your cock inside me every day. Please, Papa!”

“Such a good slut for me. Swiss trained this cunt well, didn’t he?”

“Yes! Made me ready to please my Papa whenever he wants me. Trained me to take all of Papa’s cum and not spill a drop.”

“Filthy whore. Take my fucking cum. T-take it all. Merda! Cum- cumming!”

Copia’s groan filled the room much louder than any of your moans ever did, drowning out the sound of his hips slapping against your wetness over and over again. His thrusts became more and more erratic until he eventually stilled inside you, completely emptying his balls and filling you to the brim. He felt so good inside you, like you were made to take him. He stayed inside you for a little while before pulling out and removing himself from your body, and that was when you felt it.

All of the helplessness from before returned the moment Copia stopped touching you, and you realised just how vulnerable you’d allowed yourself to be with someone other than Swiss. Tears began to fall, and wracked sobs took over your body as you lay naked on his floor, an ache beginning to form in your core as you tucked your body in on itself. Copia, who was putting himself back together, immediately dropped his robe and dropped back to his knees, enveloping you in a tight hug and pulling you close to him, allowing you to hide your face in his chest. “I got you, schricchio.” He said, bringing back the pet name that you loved. The ultimate comfort nickname. “You’re safe. I got you.” He rocked you back and forth, shushing you gently and rubbing your skin. “I got you.” He let you cry. You obviously needed to.

With Swiss, it all felt different because he was just as tormented as you were. His body was assaulted too, and despite his body being in the dominant role, he had no control and no way to stop it. The guilt ate him alive when he wasn’t inside you - when you weren’t begging him for it. But Copia? Copia was your boss - the head of your church - a man who you’d spent the better part of a decade trusting and loving. You’d never let him see you like this before, never let him catch you being weak and powerless. You saw that despite the nature of your coming together, you could still trust him. He still cared deeply about you and your emotional needs. When you almost told him to stop, he would have, and in fact, he almost did.

“I’m sorry for being too rough with you.” He told you. “I’m sorry for starting this.”

“No.” You said through tears. “I liked it.”

“No, schricchio. I took advantage. I’m sorry.”

He let go of you just for a brief second to grab his robe, and wrap you up in it, trying to warm you up as soon as he heard your teeth chattering. It was the adrenaline wearing off, he knew that, but still he wanted to do everything he could to comfort you after that. “Thank you.” You whispered through tears.

“I want you to listen to me, okay? No one is ever going to do any of that to you again without your consent first. I should have protected you better the first time, ___. I’ll do better in the future.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“It wasn’t yours, either. And I’m here if you want anything. A talk, a distraction, a friend.”

You sniffed. “Were you serious about locking me up in your chambers and having your wicked way with me?”

He chuckled. “Why are you interested?”

“I might be.”

“We’ll see. For now, lie on my sofa. I’ll get you cleaned up soon, but for now get some rest, schricchio.”

He helped you off the floor and led you to the plush couch you sat on before. He sat on the floor while you got comfortable and held your hand as you began to drift off to sleep. All the while, his thumbs rubbed against your skin, and every now and then, you felt a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. You were safe with him. You always would be.

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Live Celebrations

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x GN! Reader

Requested: Yes/No ~ request 1 ~ request 2

Summary: To celebrate Wednesday coming to Netflix, Jenna livestreams on Instagram in order to answer and questions and talk to her fans. The questions soon take a turn in the direction of her partner, Y/N L/N. ~ Word Count: 1.363k ~ Warnings: SO fluffy

A/N: Hi!! I merged two very similar requests and made it gender neutral so hopefully thats ok. I’m really trying to crank out these requests for you guys cause there is A LOT of them, but I don’t want to close my requests so just know if you submit one it may take a while <3 p.s i mention in this fic that the reader and Jenna are drinking. I’m aware that Jenna is 20 and in the states the legal age is 21, but where I’m from it’s 18 so just deal with it xx

With Jenna’s music playing softly through the speakers of the living room of your shared apartment, the two of you were preparing to stream her new show ‘Wednesday’ for the first time as it finally comes to Netflix. It was currently 30 minutes away from being released and you had decided to treat the moment as a small celebration, preparing various snacks as well as some celebratory cocktails. You wanted nothing more than to celebrate your girlfriend which is why you insisted on doing all the preparation, allowing Jenna to livestream on her instagram to interact with fans before the big release.

With Jenna sat on the couch setting up the livestream and you going back and forth from the kitchen preparing for the incoming marathon, there was an air of excitement within your home that filled you with nothing but pure joy. Jenna had set up her phone, held up by your empty cocktail glass, on your coffee table. “Y/N I’m going to start streaming in a minute. Are you sure you don’t want to be in it?” Jenna questions, turning around on the couch to look at you in the kitchen, offering you a small smile. “No that’s ok. They wanna see your gorgeous face not mine.” you jokingly flirt with a look of admiration on your face. “Besides I need to finish setting up for our little marathon. I’m excited to see you on screen for like… 6 hours?, which shouldn’t be too hard seeing I can never take my eyes off you anyway.” “Y/N!” Jenna shouts as she becomes increasingly flustered, her cheeks now painted red, making her look somehow more adorable. “Ok suit yourself but I’m going to start now. I love you” she says blowing you a kiss. “I love you too” you reply, looking at her with heart eyes as her focus returns to her phone as she starts the livestream.

“Hellooooo” Jenna greets as the viewers start pouring in, the comments instantly flooding with excitement. “God this is really exciting.” she starts, flashing her beautiful smile to the audience. “Wednesday is officially on Netflix in… 21 minutes so I thought I would come on here and we could just chill out and I’ll answer any of your questions”

As she talks to her fans and answers numerous questions about the show, you can’t help but just stare at her. One of the things you always admired about Jenna was her passion for the things, and people, she loves, so watching her genuinely enjoy herself whilst interacting with her fans makes you grin inwardly, a small smirk appearing on your face as you try to return your focus onto the drinks.

You were trying your best to not disturb her and remain as quiet as possible, but these cocktails weren’t going to make themselves, so you fill up your shaker with the ingredients and start mixing. Jenna immediately lifts her head, turning it in your direction as you shoot her an apologetic smile. Jenna looks back at her phone apologising for the noise as the topic of the comments suddenly change.

ilovejenna: what’s that noise??

jenna_fan: is someone else there? whoooo

wednesday4life: is that Y/N?? get them on here NOW

A smile immediately forms on Jenna’s face at the the mention of your name. “Sorry guys that’s just my partner Y/N.” she says through her giddy smile. “We are planning on watching the show together and they wanted to make some celebratory cocktails”

ortegareels: omg that’s so sweet of them

jenna.ortega.fanpage: THE Y/N L/N!! GET THEM ON RN!!

onlyjennaa: GIRL!! bring them here rn

Jenna giggles at the influx of comments begging for you to join her, eventually giving in and agreeing to get you to come say hi. “Y/N?”, she calls from the couch. “Yeh?” you reply, pouring out the two cocktails into separate glasses, adding a small garnish to make it extra fancy. “Can you come here please? Everyone wants you to say hi.” “Oh” you think out loud, not expecting them to take any interest in you. “Ok I’ll be there in a second hold on”. Grabbing the two drinks you walk towards your couch, entering the background of her live as her fans start to blow up at the site of you. As you round the couch, you place the two glasses down of your coffee table and take a seat next to Jenna, giving her a small kiss on the cheek. Shifting your focus to her phone you instantly notice the copious amounts of questions that continue to flood the comments.

“Hi” you say with a small chuckle. “Hi cutie.” Jenna says returning a kiss onto your cheek. “Ok so we have about 5 minutes before the shows live so fire away I guess” she smiles, facing her phone to read the comments as she slips her hand into yours.

jennaortegamyidol: how long have you guys been dating?? and where did you meet??

“We have been together for just over 2 years now” Jenna replies instantly glancing at you with a smile “Best two years of my life” you casually added, squeezing her hand and admiring her side profile as you see the familiar red return to her cheeks. “We met through mutual friends when we were like 16 or so and starting dating just after we both turned 18” you continued, taking your eyes off your girlfriend to address the audience.

jennaoutfits: who’s most likely to fall asleep whilst watching something together??

“Oh definitely Y/N” “What?!?” you retort incredulously, letting go of her hand playfully glaring at Jenna. “You have to be kidding me. It is so you, you legit always fall asleep on top of me when we watch something. I’d be shocked if you make it through Wednesday without falling asleep.” you fight back causing Jenna to just laugh before admitting defeat. “Yeahhh your right”. “Damn right.” you boast before adding, “I love it though it’s super cute” giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

jennaortegaswife: which one of you is most likely to get jealous?

As soon as Jenna read it out loud, a small teasing smile spread on her face as she slowly turned her head, resting it on her hand, and just looked at you. You looked at her for a second before accepting defeat. “Yeah that would be me” you chuckle looking slightly embarrassed. “I mean rightfully so though I mean look at you. Your gorgeous. I don’t know how I got you in the first place there is no way I’m letting anyone take you away from me.” you rant in an attempt to justify yourself as Jenna watches in pure amusement. “Love don’t worry your hot when your jealous.” she teases, placing a chaste kiss on your pouting lips, instantly causing you to smile.

“Oh guys it’s live in less than a minute.” Jenna suddenly announces realising the time. “I think that means we are going to leave this here and let you all go.” “All of you better go support my girlfriend or I swear I will find you” you jokingly threaten as Jenna flashes you an appreciative smile. “Thanks for being here guys. I love you all. Thank you guys so much for the support I hope you enjoy the show.” she finishes as she blows them a kiss, ending the stream.

As Jenna throws her phone to the other end of the couch, she grabs the two cocktails, handing one to you, and faces you. “Cheers. To my beautiful girlfriend and her unbelievable talent” you lift you glass staring at your girlfriend with nothing but pure adoration in your eyes as she attempts to hide her blush. The two of you toast glasses and take a drink, before placing them down on the coffee table and snuggling into each other with Netflix open and ready.

Jenna places her head on your chest and wraps her arms around you waist holding you tight. “You are really cute when you are flustered you know.” you whisper into her hair, lacing it with small and gentle kisses. “Shut up” she murmurs smiling, playfully hitting your stomach as you chuckle softly, picking up the remote and pressing play.

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A Potions Mishap

Pairing: Seonghwa x f!Y/N

Tropes: Hogwarts au, Slytherin!Hwa, Ravenclaw!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining

T/W: injury with a knife, feeling dizzy/sick, f word

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You normally enjoy Potions class, you really do. But, today, the thought of spending the whole afternoon in the dungeons was filling you with a sense of tediousness and dread. Not only was it a perfect summer day- one that you couldn’t even enjoy because of double potions, but it was also exam season- so, even if you hadn’t had class blocking up the whole day, then studying for your N.E.W.T.’s was enough to ruin anyone’s mood. Add a granola bar for every meal for the past two weeks and barely four hours of sleep from the night before, and the equation spelled a truly annoying and exhausting end to your school day.

Noticing the sour look on your face, your friend and fellow Ravenclaw housemate, Hongjoong waved his fork in front of your face. “Earth to Y/N.”

You wrinkled your nose at him. “Whaaaaat?”

“Have you seen the time? We have class in 5 minutes, and – did you seriously not eat anything, again?”

You blinked down at your where your plate should be. Instead, you saw your Potions text, riddled with notes in the margins and covered in pink highlights. To the side sat your plate of food, untouched.

“Ah, shit.”

 Hongjoong began to open his mouth to lecture you before you cut him off, “Just save it- as if you haven’t forgotten to eat because you also got caught up in some project at the table!”

He quickly closed his mouth and gave you a stern smile instead. “At least I don’t do it every day. From tomorrow onwards, if you don’t eat, I will force feed you, I swear.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and finally pulled your sandwich towards you. Still, you only managed a few bites before it was time to go.

You sighed as you walked down the stairs. You were really not looking forward to – before you could even finish the thought, you were attacked from behind. Gasping, you almost lost your balance down the last step, but the perpetrators steadied you. You shot a look of annoyance over both your shoulders at the two banes of your existence.

“Aw, noona. What’s got you sighing like that?” San asked.

“Or should we ask- whoooo?” Wooyoung wagged his eyebrows at you.

You huffed as you pushed them both off. “As if. Try to kill me again, and I’ll hex you so bad you won’t be able to sit your exams, I mean it.”

“Oh, noona. Please hex me. PLEASE. I really don’t wannaa take these fucking N.E.W.T.s.” Mingi added.

You pushed ahead of the three Gryffindor idiots, hiding your smile. “Why do I even bother?”

A low chuckle reached your ears. “I ask myself the same question every day, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you managed to keep your features cool as you turned your head up to Seonghwa who was holding the door to the classroom open for you and the guys. You managed to say hello and thank him before the blush could really bloom on your cheeks and across your nose.

Hongjoong wagged his eyebrows at the look on your face as he took his usual spot next to you at the worktable. He was the only one who knew of your crush on the Slytherin.

It had all started in 6th year. Up until then, Potions had always been taught to you with the Hufflepuffs. As such, you, and Hongjoong for that matter, had never had this class with the Gryffindors or the Slytherins. However, at the N.E.W.T. level, there were barely enough students to fill a single classroom. This is when you first came across Seonghwa in a classroom setting. Even though you were friends with his “band of pirates” as they liked to call themselves, you had never seen or interacted with Seonghwa outside of the group. Here in class, San and Wooyoung were paired up at a workstation, as they had been their whole Hogwarts career, and the same was true for you and Hongjoong. Though Mingi and Seonghwa were from Gyrffindor and Slytherin, respectively, they had never been partners before 6th year. Even though they had always been friends, House always came first. Even you had always paired with Hongjoong, even though you were both close with Yunho who was a Hufflepuff who you had shared Potions with for 5 years.

“I’m telling you, Y/N. We gotta glamour your face or something, you’re as red as a tomato.”

You looked at Joong in horror as your hands came up to cover your cheeks. “Is it really?”

It was at that moment that Seonghwa reached his table and took his seat in front of you two. “Everything alright?” He looked between the two of you.

“Yes, of course!” You laughed awkwardly as you hit Hongjoong on the arm. It sounded a bit too high even to your ears.

Seonghwa’s smile was stiff on his face as he nodded and took his seat, just as your professor started the class.

“Alright class. New orders from above. Today, we are going to be striving towards inter-house unity!”

As the class gave each other unsure looks, the false cheery smile slipped off Professor Nott’s face. “I know it’s annoying guys, but please find a partner from a House that is not yours. And before any of you try to be sneaky- yes, I’m looking at you Mingi- if you already have a partner from a different house, then find a new one! We’re going to be working on the Shrinking Solution today, and you all know that needs two hands for the chopping and stirring that needs to happen at the same time.” The class groaned. “Do not kill me; it was not my idea,” he held up his hands. “Why the Headmaster decides at the very last minute of your academic career to shake things up; I’ll never understand,” he muttered under his breath, not quite successfully.

You stood from your spot with your bookbag, unsure of where to turn. But, before you could even take a breath, Mingi came around your corner of the table, jostling you, and wrapped his arms around Hongjoong. “Dibs!” The Ravenclaw was quick to shrug out of it and yell and start wagging a finger at him, but Mingi just stuck his tongue out at San and Wooyoung across the aisle who were throwing their arms up in the air and giving him the finger.

In the chaos, Y/N didn’t see Seongwa scowl at Mingi as she steadied her balance yet again.

You chuckled and started to make you way over to the Gryffindors you were most comfortable with, before San and Wooyoung quickly and efficiently swapped partners with the Slytherin boys that always sat in front of them, Changbin and Leeknow.

You frowned and quickly let your eyes dart around the whole classroom. Everyone was paired up, except for Seonghwa. He sat calmly at his spot, twirling a quill between his long fingers, almost as if he was waiting for you.

He sensed your gaze and looked up at your from under his long lashes.

“Wanna be my mine?”

Even though you were quick to surmise the true meaning of his not-so-innocuous question, you couldn’t help your eyes from widening as your heart heard a different meaning.

“S-sure, I’ll be your partner.” You took Mingi’s vacated seat quickly and avoided his gaze.

As the class settled, Professor Nott started his brief lecture on the potion. Your knee bounced under the table. You were so aware of every line of Seonghwa’s body, just inches from yours. Did you and Hongjoong sit this close, also? You had truly never noticed. The space between you and the Slytherin felt so heavy with static. Were you moving too much? You stopped shaking your leg, but that lasted two seconds, before your fingers started drumming against the desk.

Seonghwa suddenly leaned forward from his slouched position to place his forearms on the table next to where yours were. His fingers covered the movement of yours.

Your breath caught in your throat, but you kept your eyes on the board, as you felt him lean his head towards yours.

“If you’re so nervous about this potion, Y/N, don’t worry, I’m the top of this class. I’ve got you.” His whisper was a tickle against your ear.

Was it just you being delusional or did all his words have double meanings? You smirked back even as your heat raced in your chest at both his proximity and his teasing words.

You met his eyes briefly to retort back. “Actually, you’ll find that your tied for that position, with me. So, maybe it is I that will be carrying you.”

He smiled back, and your eyes caught in a moment that lasted what seemed like forever, before it was broken by the sound of scraping chairs.

You both blinked before also standing to start your potion. Pink dusted both student’s cheeks, unbeknownst to the other.

“Oh also, class! I know you know this but be careful when you’re chopping the cowbane. Even the juice on your knife is very poisonous blah blah, get to it!” You smiled at Professor T’s cavalier attitude, even though you knew he cared very deeply for his students and educating every generation of students he could be available to.

You and Seonghwa quickly settled into an efficient routine. It was almost like you could read each other’s minds; without even speaking, you both divvied up the tasks in a way that made sense to you. He had already chopped the shrivelfigs and added their juice to the cauldron, while you intuitively prepared the next steps by mincing the daisy root and preparing the hairy caterpillars as he heated the cauldron gently.

You were surprised, as you had never had such chemistry with another Potions partner before. You always had a hard time doing group projects, because you thought you could just do better on your own and were often irritated at having to go at someone else’s slower pace. You and Hongjoong had always worked well together, with the minor bumps caused by his temper tantrums and your passive aggressiveness, but you had thought that he was the best a partner could ever be. As you watched Seonghwa vigorously stir the potion, a step you always hated because your arm always got tired, you realized you couldn’t have been more wrong. You both naturally gravitated towards the different aspects of the potion that you favored and preferred. It was honestly euphoric to be working together like this, and the academic in you was singing with joy.  

You were working on juicing the leeches when the heat of the room started getting to you. The many fires under the cauldrons made it so that the dungeons were sweltering. Somewhere in the room, Wooyoung started screaming that he had accidentally added rose petals instead of daisy root, and the whole class groaned because any first year knows that combining rose to blood from anything made for the most disgusting smell. The fumes started to make you dizzy, and you were suddenly regretting only eating two bites of a sandwich.

Seonghwa paused in his shaking of the rat spleen you had just handed over, barely a tremble to your hand. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

You blinked at him, surprised. “Yes..?”

His eyes looked into yours deeply. You were not used to someone noticing when things were barely off with you. This little bit of dizziness was nothing.

“If you’re sure.” He didn’t look too convinced as he turned to stir the cauldron clockwise.

As you started working on the cowbane, these thoughts took another turn. Not only was he the best partner you had ever had, but he was also so caring and asked after your wellbeing! Your crush reared its big head before you could stifle it down.

You were carefully slicing the second piece of cowbane to render more liquid- the first had not yielded enough for the potion. All of a sudden, the dizziness came back in full force and your vision swam before your eyes. The knife missed its mark and instead imbedded in your thumb. You blinked and swayed.

“Y/N!”

A hand wrapped around your left wrist, while another took the knife out of your right hand.

“Sorry, Seonghwa.” You had ruined the potion. He had stopped stirring because of you.

Along with the dizziness came a new feeling. Your body felt so floaty. Everything was too bright and too loud.

A voice swam in from far away.

“I think the knife had some juice on it, Professor, and she cut herself pretty deep. I’ve been holding pressure, but…”

“No, you did the exact right thing, Seonghwa. Don’t worry; she’ll be okay. We just need to get her to Madame Patil in the hospital wing, and the antivenom will fix her right up.”

There was the sound of a bomb exploding.

“I’ll go take care of San’s potion- he clearly added the rat spleen incorrectly, seeing as it misfired. Are you ok to take Y/N up by yourself?”

“Yes, sir.”

Then, an arm wrapped around your waist to pull you up from your chair. His other arm took yours over his shoulder as he began to take you out of the classroom.

“Seonghwaaa.”

“Y/n, just hang on, ok? We’re going to the Hospital Wing.” He looked down at you.

“You’re too tall.”

He looked down at you, confused, but did not stop his hurried rush across the corridor to the stairs. “Excuse me?”

“My arm hurts at this angle.” Why were words coming out so readily right now? Was it the cowbane?

He brought you both to a standstill. “Um, yea, it’s one of the effects of cowbane poisoning. Sorry, I didn’t realize it was uncomfortable.” You could barely feel alarm that there was no filter between your brain and your mouth through the haziness that was descending over your whole body.

He looked unsurely up the stairs and back at you twice before his face set in determination.

“Ok, Y/N, I’m going to have to carry you.”

“No!” You stepped back shakily. You were definitely too heavy. This was going to be so embarrassing. But, also, it would feel so good probably. To be in his strong Chaser arms. Oh my god. Wait, he could hear everything. This is so embarrassing.

He smiled privately to himself before pulling you closer. “I hate to do this without your consent, but technically, you are not sound of mind and actively have a poison in your system, and Professor told me to get you there as fast as possible, so-”

And with that, he swung you up in your arms, like you weighed nothing and started off up the stairs.

The sudden change of position set your stomach rolling and the dizziness came back with doubled force. You whimpered and burrowed your head further into his neck, forgetting to fight him for manhandling you.

“I don’t feel so good.”

Seonghwa glanced worriedly down at your face which was turning an unhealthy-looking shade of green. “We’re almost there, love. Just hang on. I’m getting you there.”

You whimpered and tried to focus on breathing in and out slowly. Still, even though you were feeling so sick, the comfort and exhilaration of being so close to Seonghwa was not lost on you. If you threw up on Seonghwa right now, you were gonna kill yourself.

“Please don’t. I’d miss you too much.”

“Ugh, please stop reading my mind,” you managed to say between clenched teeth.

He chuckled quietly before depositing you softly onto a bed. Oh, a bed? Was it his bed? What was he going to do? What did you want him to do? Before your brain could come up with incriminating ideas to answer that question, a soft voice interrupted you.

“Oh, thank Salazar she’s conscious.”

“Um, Ms. Y/N, you are in the Hospital Wing.” There was a laughing lilt to her voice before it turned serious. “Mr. Seonghwa told me of the situation that happened in the Potions class, and I have just administered the antidote. It takes effect in 15 minutes, so just try hang on a little bit longer as it clears out the poison in your system. I also administered an anti-emetic, so just breathe in and out so you don’t throw up the antidote, or we’ll have to start all over and you will just feel worse as the cowbane spreads further. Just these 15 minutes, Y/N, and after that you should start to feel better within the hour. I’ll go whip up a hydration potion, also, because your basic diagnostic charm did not look good, young lady.”

You finally blinked open your eyes to see the high ceiling above you. Madame Patil was not wrong in taking extra measures to make sure you didn’t throw up. You felt like a ragdoll thrown at sea. The nausea was overwhelming, and the panic that it was causing wasn’t helping either. Before you could start hyperventilating in full, a hand grabbed yours.

You turned your head to where Seonghwa sat in the chair next to your bed.

“Sh, just focus on me.” He inhaled exaggeratedly and raised his eyebrows at you to follow.

You clamped down your jaw harder and mimicked him. It helped a fraction. Then, the next breath came easier. As did the next.

You don’t know how much time passed, but looking at him helped you hold on and focus even when your whole body was thrown in turmoil. Staring into his eyes and seeing him stare back just as hard at your own anchored you and healed you in more than one way.

You didn’t even realize 15 minutes had passed and that the nausea had stopped until Healer Patil bustled back into the room, a pale pink potion in her hands.

“You did so well, Y/N,” she soothed quietly. At the nurturing tone and the knowledge that you could finally relax a little now, your eyes welled up.

“There, there- none of that. The worst has passed. Now, drink this.”

You wrinkled your nose and glanced at Seonghwa in dread. Rehydrating potions tasted so bad. When will the horrors end?

He shook his head at you sternly. “Hurry up, Y/N.”

“Ugh.” You downed the whole glass, and Healer Patil leaned you back softly onto the headboard.

“All done. Now, you just rest. I’m writing you a pass for classes tomorrow as well.”

“Oh, but-”

She looked down at you sternly. “No buts. I know it’s exam season, Y/N, but if you want to write those exams to the best of your ability, then you need to take care of your body as well as your mind. That means eating well, sleeping enough, and resting when you need to. Your body has just undergone a major ordeal even if it was healed so quickly, so give it the time it needs to recuperate.”

“Okay, okay. I promise I’m not that bad at taking care of myself!”

“Do you think my diagnostics lied to me? You haven’t eaten well in the past week and a half from the looks of it and are severely dehydrated! The poison wouldn’t have worked so fast if you weren’t already so compromised!”

At that, you had nothing to say. The older Ravenclaw nodded and sniffed as she walked away.

That left you alone with Seonghwa. As the haziness of your mind started to clear, the events of the past hour came back to you.

You snuck a glance at him. He looked the most worried you had ever seen him. Even more than when Yeosang had been upset- this sent any of the pirates into a spiral. More than when Jongho had to take a break from Quidditch because of a knee injury. More than any occasion before.

You looked back down at your hands. It was surprising to see the cut that had started this whole fiasco. Though it wasn’t that deep of a gash, it was pretty long, almost the whole length of your thumb. You winced as you prodded at it.

“Oh, here. Let me heal that for you.”

You looked up, surprised. “Oh, that’s okay. It’s not necessary.”

“Yes, it is.” He frowned at you. You were scared at his expression. He had never looked at you like that before. Just what exactly had you said in your state of delirium? What if he hated you now?

Before you could suggest that Healer Patil could do it, he took your hand gently in his and pulled it towards him. He softly muttered the incantation as he waved his wand over the cut, and the cooling rush of his magic tingled all the way up your arm. It was so intimate.

The heady feeling of happiness rushing through your chest at the feel of his magic coming up against yours halted in its tracks. What if he hated you now? His whole demeanor was so off. You had to clear the air.

“Listen, Seonghwa. I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for noticing what happened immediately and getting me here so quickly and helping me… And, also, I wanted to say I’m sorry.” You were glaring at where your hands were twisting the sheets, so you missed his look of surprise. “I feel bad that you had to take care of me and that I took time out of your learning time, especially when we know that the Shrinking Solution is probably gonna be tested on the N.E.W.T.s, and I – I , whatever I said, I’m sorry. If you could just tell me what I said that offended you, I promise I probably didn’t mean it. Or if I did, then I can just explain-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” His hands covered both of your own.

You looked up at him, your lip between your teeth.

“Who said I’m mad? I’m not. I promise.”

“But you- you looked so serious just now.”

“Well, yea! Of course, I am.” He ran his hands through his hair agitatedly. “But not because I’m mad that I had to take care of you or leave class because of you or any dumb reason you just came up with right now.” He smiled at you.

You laughed weakly. “O-oh.”

He looked up at the ceiling and muttered under his breath, “Fuck it.”

His hand came up to wrap around your own again. “Y/N, I was worried. Just now. That’s why I looked so serious. And who wouldn’t be when you hear that the girl you’re in love with pushes herself so hard that she is physically unwell? That a Healer who was trained for years had to spell that out so clearly for you?”

Where the poison couldn’t finish the job, his words just had- your heart was stopped. But that was surely impossible, because you could feel the telltale burn of blood across your cheeks. Could a girl still blush if her heart was stopped? You dropped your gaze to your hands again.

He chuckled quietly at the look on your face and leaned impossibly closer still.

“But, you don’t have to worry. I won’t look so serious again, because I figured out a solution to my problem.”

“What’s that?” Why was your voice so shaky?

“Since you won’t do it yourself, I’m just going to have to take care of you.”

You looked at his eyes, his impossibly soft brown eyes. And you saw reflected in them for the first time the same feelings you had harbored for him in your own the past two years.  

You teared up at the sudden revelation, the tenderness with which he spoke, and the utterly gentle care you had received from him. And you just knew- this was it. This was it for the rest of your life. He smiled back at you just as brightly as you both were quiet in the reverence of such a moment shared between two souls.

The sudden bang of a door could be heard, not from the entry to the wing but from the Healer’s private office. It signaled that she had stepped out. Seonghwa tilted his head and then smirked mischievously at you before quickly climbing into the bed with you.

“Hey!” You laughed as you poked him in the side.

“Don’t act like this isn’t sooo comfortable for your poor healing-from-a-poison body right now.”

“Mm, I can’t deny that.” Now that you were not nauseous or dizzy or delirious anymore, your body felt like it had been hit by a truck. You sighed against his chest and his arms squeezed around you tighter, only this time you could properly enjoy it.

The silence was peaceful.

“Now, I know I’m in your bed, Y/N, but please try to keep your thoughts a little innocent for now. You’re sick, you know. When you feel better, we can revisit all those things you wanted me to do to you in a bed, ok?”

“Shut up!”

#kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #ateez #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa scenarios #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez fic #atz #ateez reaction #seonghwa ateez #seonghwa fic #ateez hogwarts #seonghwa x you #seonghwa x reader #hurt/comfort #fluff #ateez ff #ateez au #efsywriting

[justmediocrewriting]

“Aided silence,” {r.z}

A/n: 4th installment whoooo. My brain has been bouncing around the drafts of these things, and little by little I’ve been adding and revising like four different prompts and I finally got one finished lmao. I also headcanon the trope that zoro needs a good fuck after a fight, because fighting always gets him going. I hope you guys enjoy this one :)

Warnings/tags: explicit sexual content, outdoor sex, semi-public sex, set during the party at coco village, zoro is kinda mean, rough!zoro, dirty talk, bigdick!zoro, mouth covering, p in v sex, 100 follower nsfw dialogue prompt special

Genre: smut

Pairing: zoro x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Prompt: “quiet, baby. The others will hear.” (#7 from the list)

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The aroma of paella was strong still, and your ears could easily discern differences within the voices composing the clamor in the center of the village. Your skin was alight with nerves, and your stomach felt unsettled by the sensation of exposure. Even Zoro’s heavy petting couldn’t chase away the uncomfortable anxiety.

“Zoro, what if someone catches us?” You whispered to the man, who was quite focused on his current task of unsheathing his cock with one hand and rubbing hot circles into your clit with the other.

“As long as you’re quiet, no one will.” Zoro refuted without missing a beat, voice even as if he wasn’t the least bit affected by the same sense of exposure you felt. The darkened corner of the hut he dragged you into must have offered him a sense security that it refused to offer you; all you could feel was guilt and anxiety, the thought of engaging in such an act with Zoro in the charred home of one of the villagers striking a chord of discomfort within your heart.

“Zoro, we shouldn’t do this here. T-this is someone’s house.” You stuttered over your words as Zoro’s fingers became more aggressive against your clit, the friction shooting zips of pleasure up your spine.

“This isn’t much of a home anymore. Besides, we freed them, I don’t think they’re going to care much what we do in here.”

Your breath stalled on a soft moan when Zoro dipped his fingers between your folds to gather the slick there, the glide of his fingertips against your clit smoother when he returned them to their previous motions. Your hips bucked forward on a particularly rough flick of his fingers, which pulled a dark chuckle from the man.

“You’re so wet, too. I think we both need this.”

“But—”

All protests were stolen from your tongue when Zoro crashed his lips into yours, wasting no time in plunging his tongue past your lips and licking into your mouth. You let out a small moan at his display of dominance over you, your muscles quickly turning to jelly beneath your skin — just as they always did when Zoro forced his authority on you.

Zoro released a rumble of approval against your lips and slid his hand down to hook it beneath your knee, pulling it up and pinning it to the wall behind you, effectively exposing your sopping cunt to the brisk air — and giving him the ample access required to line his throbbing cock up with your entrance. Zoro pressed the tip between your folds, using his hand to slide it up down the length of it and gather your wetness before pressing in just slightly and pulling a shaky sigh from your throat.

Zoro pulled his lips away from yours and muttered, darkly, “no more resisting. Be quiet and take it like a good girl.”

Zoro slammed his cock into you suddenly, giving you no time to recover or adjust before setting a brutal pace. Moans and whimpers were quite literally battered out of you, the tip of his cock practically splitting open your cervix with how hard and deeply he was fucking you — the slap of his skin against yours bounced off the charred walls and filled you with a sense of lewd shame, but it was nothing compared to the shame you felt from just how much you were starting to enjoy this.

Zoro’s cock was a rod of pure addiction, the perfect size to completely scramble your insides and turn your brain to goo, and it had you almost immediately begging for him to give it to you harder and faster — it brought you a lascivious type of euphoria unlike any you’d ever felt, one that fogged your skull and wiped away any sensation that wasn’t associated with the pleasure of his cock.

“You were just telling me to stop and now you’re begging me for more? Fuck, are you that insatiable?” Zoro growled into the divot of your throat, tongue snaking out to swipe up the salty sweat forming on your skin. Your only response was a jumbled mess of moans and whimpers, the wet, sloppy slide of his thick cock against your walls wiping your ability to form words. It always happened this way — as soon as Zoro stuffed you full of his dick you were dumbed down by it, and Zoro knew it, took great pleasure in it, and exploited the fact to the fullest extent.

“Gods, you’re sucking me in so deep. My dick that good, angel?”

Your next moan was loud — alarmingly so. The noise bounced along the walls and surely made its way to the ears within the village. Zoro’s grip on your knee tightened to a bruising degree and his hand shot up to slap over your mouth, muffling all your subsequent sounds and making it slightly difficult to breathe.

“Fucking hell — shut up!” Zoro seethed as he pulled back from your neck, glaring daggers at your fucked out face. It was hard for you to process his panicked anger, as your eyes were simply too unfocused by the pleasure wracking your body, and you continued to whine and moan into the flesh of his hand, blissfully unaware of the risk you’d just put them in.

Zoro’s hips never faltered their bruising pace, and despite the annoyance he felt, his cock twitched inside your pussy. You were coming undone, just as always, and it was affecting him carnally; just as always.

“Fuck, I guess I can’t be too mad. Not when I know how much you love it…” Zoro muttered, cock twitching even harder against your mushy walls, the urge to absolutely ruin your cunt and reduce you to shambles overpowering his sense of reason. Zoro removed his hand but quickly replaced it with his own mouth, swallowing up the uneven symphony of your moans and sounds. The hand that had previously blocked the noises reached down and grabbed hold of your other leg, which was still planted firmly on the ground, and, in an effortless motion, lifted and pinned it to the wall. The new position allowed him to strike your cervix dead on with each harsh thrust, and the intense sensation pulled multiple screams from your throat.

“Yeah, that’s the spot you like the most, isn’t it?” Zoro asked huskily, nearly drowning in the sense of power your reactions bestowed him with. “You love it when I fuck you like this, ramming my cock straight into your stomach.”

Your cunt fluttered and twitched around his cock, your eyes nearly rolling back from the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing into your body. Zoro was practically ripping your orgasm to the surface with each thrust. You could feel spit sliding down your chin and past his hand, could feel it cool against your skin, but you could hardly muster any embarrassment over your messiness — your pussy felt way too good, sloppy and fucked up, being repeatedly used and abused by Zoro; and you were so close, right on the precipice of orgasm, and Zoro had no problems pushing you over the edge.

“Cum on my cock, angel. I know you want to. Fuckin’ do it; let me feel you cum.”

Your teeth dug into the side of his palm as your orgasm crashed over you, your cunt throbbing and fluttering around his cock, the combined stimulation of pain and pleasure unexpectedly tipping Zoro over the edge as well.

“Fuck, I’m c-coming — fucking shit, take it baby.”

Ropes of hot, thick cum painted your fluttering walls, drawing a wanton moan from your throat as you were filled to the brim. Zoro continued to fuck into your cunt at an erratic pace, growling and grunting as he rode himself through his orgasm.

“Fuuuuck.” Zoro drawled as his hips finally stilled, keeping his cock sheathed within your sensitive walls, arousal spiking hot in his gut as he felt the warm trickle of his own cum dripping from your pussy and down his thigh. Your eyes were still hazy and unfocused, your teeth still stuck into his skin; you looked so fucking delectable, fucked out into pure bliss — the celebrations were still roaring kilometers away from your joined bodies, the residents of Coco Village and even your own crew completely unaware of your engagement, and Zoro’s lips pulled into a smirk as his cock remained filled inside your sopping cunt.

“Round two, angel.”

#opla #opla Zoro #opla x reader #opla Zoro x reader #one piece live action

[ladykissingfish]

“Kakashi”, at Naruto’s apartment: I, uh, n-need your help.

Naruto: With what, Sensei?

“Kakashi”: Last night my rival and I were, um, experimenting with some stuff. And, long story short … we swapped bodies. I’m really Gai.

Naruto: *laughs* Yeah, right. That’s a good one, Sensei. You had me going there for a second, dattebayo.

“Kakashi”: Naruto. Look at the clock.

Naruto: *looks at the clock on the wall and jumps in his seat*

Naruto: Holy shit — ! You’re standing here and it’s BEFORE NOON! And not only that, you’ve clearly showered, your hair is combed, you have on clean clothes … you ARE Gai!

“Kakashi”: See? Anyway we can’t figure out how to undo whatever it is we did, and we need to, before Kakashi hurts himself …

Naruto: H-hurts himself? What do you —

“Gai”, heard outside: Whoooo this is GREAT!! I haven’t had this much energy in YEARS! I’m gonna climb up this mountain BACKWARDS!!

“Kakashi”: Wait … this means … *pulls down his eye covering* I’ve got the sharingan!! Today’s gonna be a bad, baaad day for anyone who’s ever made fun of my hair and jumpsuit! *runs out of the room*

Naruto: 

#KakagaiValentinesWeek2024 #Day 1: Body Swap #kakagai #kakashi x gai #kakashi hatake #gai maito #naruto uzumaki #naruto

[superiorsturgeon]

Scenes from Jaune’s bachelor party, pt 2

Continuing from here!

Sun: *playing accordion*

Jaune: *drunk and standing on a table in a Faunus beer garden* Okay…! Here’s my favorite part…!

White Fang soldiers: *singing along and lifting beer steins as Jaune leads them in an Atlas drinking song* Jaaaa…jaaaa…jaaaa…jaaaa! 🎶

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Raven: *struggling under dashboard* Shit…almost…!

Neptune: Okay, I think…There it is! *discharges his weapon, causing bright red sports car to roar to life*

Raven: WE GOT IT! Time to go!!

Sun/Qrow/Tai/Ren/Jaune: *all pile into hot wired vehicle as Vacuan cartel enforcers open fire*

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Ren: *reclining outside five-star hotel room with Qrow*

Ren: *passes a cigar*

Qrow: Thanks, kid. Need a light?

Ren: Please…! *leans forward and puffs gently as Qrow lights his cigar*

Qrow/Ren: *smoke in silence*

Qrow: …cigars are really bad for you, aren’t they?

Ren: *throws up*

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Taiyang: *tied to a stake* …so, what? You like redheads, but you don’t like my daughter…?!

Jaune: *tied to the other side of the stake* It’s not that there’s anything wrong with Ruby, it’s just that I really love Pyrrha! The heart wants what it wants, you know…?

Taiyang: Good answer, kid…! Ruby deserves someone who really loves her, you know? This Pyrrha sounds like a lucky girl!

Junior: *turns to henchmen* Tase them again.

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Sun: *signing into a microphone* Iiiiiiii….Am a maaaaan…of constant sorrooooww….!

Sun: I am a maaaaaan of constant pain…!

Sun: Iiiiiiiiiiiii….bid fareweeeeelll to old Kentuckyyyyyyy…the place where Iiiiiiii was born and raised…!

Jaune/Neptune: ….the place where heeeeeeeee was born and raised….!

Ren: *strumming blues guitar* 🎸🎶

Neon: *adjusting recording equipment* These guys could be the next big thing!

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Qrow/Raven: *dancing erotically on the bar* SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS-SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS-SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS-SHOTS!

Taiyang/Sun/Neptune/Ren/Jaune: *raising shot glasses* EVERYBODY!!!!

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Announcer: Here we are, at the final table of the Schnee Dust Casino (SDC) poker tournament! The final two players are the feared Sienna Khan and the young first-timer from Vale!

Taiyang: Holy cow, the kid’s killing it out there!

Raven: He must be some kind of gambling savant!

Sienna: *pushes chips forward* All. In. 😠

Jaune: *drunk and wearing a ridiculous amount of bling/sunglasses, pushes chips forward to call Sienna’s bet* 😎

Neptune: Look at him! He’s so calm! The pressure isn’t getting to him at all!

Sun: He’s got ice in his veins!

Ren: *drunkenly holds up a shot glass in salute* WHOOOO!!!!! Go, brotha, go…! 😆

Jaune: *looks at his cards*

Jaune: …I can’t see the cards with these glasses…I hope I have something good…!

#rwby #jaune arc #lie ren #sun wukong #neptune vasilias #Taiyang xiao long #qrow branwen #raven branwen #junior xiong #arkos #jaune x pyrrha #jaune arc x pyrrha nikos #renora #ren x nora #lie ren x nora valkyrie #sienna khan

[marvsgirl]

Here’s a little scene I wrote and decided to publish on here for anyone who may like it. Set after Valkyrie leaves the ship with the Skrull. Please note I don’t usually write any fanfic, but The Marvels have really got me invested, so it’s definitely not perfect!

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Carol turned her back as soon as the bifrost beamed Val and the Skrulls back to New Asgard. Sombrely making her way back to her “unintentional team”

Kamala squealed. “So who was that?” Asking in a sing songy voice to Carol.

Monica sighed

Carol looked up very seriously. “The king of New Asgard.” She said matter of factly.

Monica laughed as Kamala scrunched up her face. “No I know who she is. I mean WHOOOO is she?” Kamala ensured she put a great emphasis on who. Hoping the great Captain Marvel would get the hint.

“Valkyrie. The King of New Asgard.” Carol said still not understanding Kamala’s undertone.

Kamala smacked her forehead. “No, I know her name and occupation. Who is she?” The super teen decided to wink really hard on the who.

“I’m going to bed.” Monica announced. Kamala watched her climb into the single bed ensuring her back was facing the other two.

“Well I call her Val…” Carol said while taking a seat at the table in the center of the ship.

“UGH” Kamala exclaimed “but who is she?” Kamala knew better than to ask point blank the relationship status of two people. Her parents would be ashamed. Especially if it was about someone she’s looked up to for years and years. Someone who is so amazing she deserves to have someone to love and be loved …

“The last Valkyrie of the Asgard Court.”

It went on like this for sometime until a deep sigh is heard from the woman on the bed. “Kamala is asking, who she is to you.” Monica said. She knew this game would never end. Her Aunt Carol maybe earth’s mightiest hero, but she does not pick up on subtile hints.

“Oh.” Carol exclaimed. “A friend.”

Kamala falls to the floor ever so dramatically. “It didn’t look like you were just friends. Seemed like you had a history?” She peered up at Carol from her position on the floor.

“Well we figured we were better off as friends.” Carol picked up a newspaper off the table she was sitting at and flipped through its pages.

How could she be so nonchalant about this! The Captain Marvel just admitting to having a past fling with The King of Asgard! “I’ve never had a moment like that with anyone I’m just friends with.” Kamala scooted herself closer to Carol using her feet to move her body up. It was too late Carol was enthralled in her newspaper and she could hear Monica’s light snores from the bed. “Ugh never mind. I can just write about it.”

“Yeah you do that.” Carol said who really didn’t hear what the young girl said. Just wanted to have some alone time.

Kamala’s mouth dropped open. “Permission from THE Captain Marvel!” She squealed in delight quickly pulling out her phone. “This is gonna get so many hits!”

#the marvels #carol danvers #king valkyrie #carol x valkyrie #monica rambeau #valkyrie x carol danvers #marvel #valcarol #fanfic #carol danvers fanfiction #new asgard #ms marvel

[imyourbratzdoll]

hiyaaa, another request here! lloyd hansen x wife!reader🫶🏻

fluff!

where he is just so fucking proud of his wife being a secret agent with him, he’s in complete awh and proudness of her. he LOVES when she’s in charge of the mission + pls include scenes of wife!reader fighting with miranda and lloyd is sitting, watching her, cheering her on, but he READY if anyone break her skin…

hiiiii! I hope you like it! It's a bit short, so I do apologise.

summary - lloyd has a crazy wife, and it's time the world knows it.

warning - swearing, some violence.

the gif isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“You! Sit your fat fucking ass down! When my husband tells you to blow the fucking building up, you blow the fucking building up!” I growl, holding a knife against the man’s throat, feeling him gulp as I glare daggers at him. Lloyd sits, smirking, his heart swelling with pride as he watches his wife take charge.

I walk back over to Lloyd, letting out a soft giggle as he pulls me into his lap and kisses the side of my head. Whispering in my ear about how proud he is and how much he loves me as he rubs his thumb over the gold band on my ring finger. My heart explodes with love and happiness, my back rests against his chest as I relax into him, and a calming peace washes over us as we watch the screens.

-TIMESKIP-

My head whips to the side as this bitch just slapped me. Spitting the blood that had gathered in my mouth out, I turn slowly and send a cold glare toward her, and I raise a brow. “Seriously?! You slap in a fight?” I take taunting steps toward her. Miranda steps back each time I step forward. A sick and twisted smile appears on my face, “here, lemme show you how to fight.” My fist flies toward her face, and she falls to the ground as it connects with her nose. A sickening crunch fills the dead of night.

I squat down, tilting my head as I stare at her. Before my hand reaches out, I grab the back of her neck, nails digging into her flesh. I drag her over to where her friend is being held. My husband sits, watching, a dark glint in his eyes. The men beside him hold down Six, his face bloodied, and he stares hopelessly at the woman in my hands.

Miranda manages to flip around, throwing a punch that I dodge. “I know how to fight,” she manages to grunt out as punch after punch is thrown, and a dark smile forms on my face, dodging every hit she throws at me.

“Finally, the little birdie grows some balls.” I send a roundhouse kick in her direction, connecting with her chest and causing her to go flying. Lloyd cheers in the background. His men were looking at him weirdly as he stood from his seat.

“Whoooo! Go, baby! Go, baby!” He looks at his men, pointing at his wife, who is kicking ass, “that’s my wife!” He does a little dance that mimics a cheerleader, and his men look at him like he’s crazy while they hold down Six, Lloyd has a massive grin on his face and lets out a bigger cheer when he notices his wife pulling a knife out of thin air.

I slash the knife through the air, and it connects to Miranda’s cheek, causing her head to whip to the side as a deep cut appears. I lean closer, my breath hitting her ear as I speak lowly, “you don’t come to my home and start shit.” I growl. My hand wraps around her hair, gripping it firmly before kicking the back of her knees, causing her to fall, placing the knife my husband gifted me against her throat. My eyes set into a stern glare focused on the man who caused all of this.

Lloyd’s face hurts from all of the smiling. He whistles as he turns toward Six. A wide grin is set permanently on his face as he leans close to the man’s face.

“Well, I did warn you, Six. That my wife’s fucking crazy.”

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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[runningonadhd]

The Sides and Their Vocal Ranges

Ok I don’t know what this is going to be, but I wanted to make this because it’s something that really interests me. And since there are going to be SIX SONGS in the finale, it’s sorta relevant.

Please note I am not a professional, I work with a professional on vocals but I am in no way qualified to judge anyone’s singing. I’m just being silly and talking about where the sides ranges sit. Idk if I had to make that note but whateves. Pls call me out if I said something stupid

Thomas himself is very talented in both voice acting and singing. In several songs he has gone from a tenor range to a borderline bass. Not even borderline, now that I think about it. In the crofters song that tenors could only hit in their dreams. I can’t completely speak on the matter but I feel he usually sounds most comfortable in a low tenor/high baritone range.

Whoooo, Roman. I really, really wanna pin him as an fboy tenor, but that wouldn’t be truthful to his range or his character. As I’m writing this, I’m listening to Incomplete, which honestly isn’t the best example because it’s a lot of sing-talking, which there’s nothing wrong with that, it just doesn’t really help with figuring out where each of the sides sit, which is unfortunate because it’s currently the only song they’re all in (minus J+R, but we’ll get to them later). The best example of Roman is the Crofters song, where he hit some high notes, specifically at the the beginning and end, but based on all of him that we’ve heard and remembering to check in his accent, as it to an extent effects how high or low he could go, I’m pretty confident in saying he sits comfortably at a high baritone range, not unlike Thomas, but the accent definitely separates Roman from his normal singing voice. Idk if I’m explaining this right.

We all know the stigma around baritones only being villains or dads, but thankfully Patton doesn’t follow this trend. I actually think with the way he talks and the slight…. Accent? I think? He has?? Like when he goes “oh well pushing people down stairs doesn’t sound very nice Janus!” Like did it do the thing in your head too??? Anyway he has a very high speaking voice, which obviously means he sings higher then the others. He, at the moment, is the only side to sit at a completely tenor range, if a lower tenor range.

With Logan, I am completely blinded by headcanons, but I will try to keep this truthful. Logan hits some moderately high notes to really high notes for Thomas’ range, specifically the “Even I-I-I-I-I” but he talks in a much lower range. My hypothesis is that Logan COULD possibly be a high bass as much as he could be a low tenor. He talks very flatly normally, which seems to weigh his voice down a bit itself, and you can hear that better in Incomplete with the talk-singing (hey, I lied! It WAS helpful!) anyway Logan as a bass 2024 I need it

Not unlike Logan, Virgil speaks in a lower range, even lower then Logan, I think. His best singing examples are Lies and Incomplete (see? I keep proving myself wrong!) I’m too lazy to look up the Lies video and then click on the video and then watch the video until they start singing, so let’s focus on Incomplete. When I say it’s one of his best singing examples, I’m referring to “you’re lost, it’s okay, I was lost once to but thanks to all of you life sucks less now” Virgil actually seems to sing higher then he talks, if not by very much because you can still feel the gravity in his voice, and it’s very apparent here, where he’s singing very light and airy, but it also sounds a bit like he’s hitting his limit, so Virgil is sorta able to go high, but we’re focusing on where he can sing comfortably. I sentence him to Thomas’ Low tenor/high baritone, but his emo accent(???) and slightly lower range set him apart from Thomas’ normal singing

You know how I said I wanted Roman to be a fboy tenor? I was wrong, because Remus is the real fboy tenor (/baritone). Like Pat, he has a very high speaking voice, to the the point where his voice is constantly breaking, which isn’t exactly a bad thing, especially for his character. Remus is one of only two sides to have his own full song at the moment I’m writing this, so obviously his best example is Forbidden Fruit. Like his speech, Remus’ singing is high, uneven, and chaotic. This doesn’t mean it sounds bad, I listen to midwestern emo for the same reason, but he there are some belting parts where Thomas loses the accent, which is again not a bad thing. Belting is hard, especially when doing accents (I have personal experience, personal experience being Santa Fe. Damn you Santa Fe.) overall, you’d think this would have something to do with the outcome, but I only wrote all of that to make it sound like I know what I’m doing. He’s a tenor/high baritone, that’s the point I’m trying to make

Janus is quite a special case, him being the second to have his own song (despite that it was a cover, but it still counts). His performance sounds most like Thomas’ normal singing voice, but that might just be because it’s not an original song. He goes pretty high at some points, and I have a little more insight because I worked on Into The Unknown with my vocal coach because of Janus. It’s not a particularly hard song to sing, but it’s nothing that doesn’t require some work, and Thomas did an amazing job. Again, what does this have to do with his range. Nothing, I just like talking about myself. Because Janus’ voice was so similar to Thomas’ the one time we heard him sing, I’m gonna place him in low tenor/high baritone.

Idk if I should post this because to me it looks like a heaping pile of garbage, but I’ll probably post it anyway just to make the world a little worse.

Thx if u read that all Ik most of it prolly doesn’t make sense

Oh, and orange is a soprano, obvi

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #orange sanders #orange side #thatsthat24 #ts orange side #ts patton #ts virgil #ts janus #ts remus #ts thomas #ts sanders sides #ts roman #ts theories #ts logan #ts essay

[tmntxthings]

一∑michelangelo hamato。・゜・

(pics from pinterest)

> raph’s < | > leo’s < | > donnie’s <

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version: rottmnt aka rise

aesthetic: orange + character-centric

song association: fire by e l e y

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author’s notes: we did it :D set complete ✅ which one was your favorite?? did you like any of the songs??

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name: michelangelo hamatooooooooo

nicknames: mikey / angelo

aliases: dr. delicate touch / dr. feelings

location: *~in newww yorkkkkkkk concrete jungle where dreams are made of~*

species: ornate box turtle mutant

age: 15 years young :D

height: 4’7 (･_･) i will growwwww manifesting itttt

color: orangeeee , but green is cool too and yellow

weapon(s): ~flame-generating kusari-fundō~ (cool righttttt?) and my sick ninjutsu skills

appearance: one flyyyy turtle right here, i’ve got my awesome stickers, silly face kneepads, emerald skin ;D, and can’t forget my orange bandanna

personality: shining personality!! i’m super duper friendly (unless you destroy my most favorite place on earth aka pizza place), kindddd, caringgg, absolutely adorable, an empath for sureee, a tinsy-weensy bit feral, just a smidge, honest, lovable, cute, spoiled? babied? the ~*brightest*~ crayon in the box c:

likes: familyyyy, art, dancing, music, fashion, meeting new people, making new friends, turning villains into friends, helping my brothers, my dr. sides, pizza, food in general, skateboarding, gaming, copying leo, annoying my brothers (lovingly ofc), youtube, pranks, being helpful, cooking, magic powers, physical affection

dislikes: being talked down to, not taken seriously, being called a monster, judgey people, sticklers, close-mindedness, threats to those i love, haters, supernatural jump scares, lying

other: :DDDD guess whoooo??? yup, it’s me Mikey!!!! I think this whole project is super cool and its definitely giving me ideas for future Dr. Feelings solutions, being able to write down your thoughts or just how you feel can be so relaxing orrrr maybe even show you what you are thinking if it’s all muddled up or too much, for example i bet Donnie really liked writing all this stuff down, i bet it calmed that big brain of his!! So if you ever make an appointment with Dr. Feelings don’t be surprised when you are asked to write down how you feel hehehe, now some words from Dr. Delicate Touch, who feels nothing, I. Was. Last?!?! Out of all my brothers, you chose me to go last?!?! -.- this better not be because I’m the youngest either!! The only acceptable answer is that the best is saved for last! Hmph! I expect to hear this from you very soon, with hugs and cuddles too! Anddd maybe even your Disney+ password? (Donnie revoked my privileges again T^T~~) it totally wasn’t my fault… water balloon pranks are holy.. sacred traditions.. ;ppp

#Spotify #tmnt fandom #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #mikey #rottmnt mikey #rise michelangelo #rise mikey #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt profiles #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt #aesthetic board #aesthetic #orange #orange aesthetic #music #michelangelo #platonic relationships #platonic reader #turtle profiles

[ayowuzap]

I just realized that our mf sacrificial  bastard mc Cale-I'm-trash-but-always-does-the-opposite-of-trash-Henituse and us readers have a very very weird type of relationship like we want to baby him and smother him with love as much as possible and spoil him with fluffy family fanarts or fics like him resting or going in an outing he's fine with the kids and other characters to the point our fanbase weather forcast will become Cloud9 with a chance of Cavities and Fluff but will always insult him for his denser than a fucking neutron star brain that turned off recognizing love related emotions and advances and be the next densest material of all dimensions but also an airhead most of the time like fucking hell they're showing you famial love and tryna take care of you you stupid fuck and our weather forcast is CloudWhy with a chance of You, So and Dense but will also vibrate in our chairs/beds/bathroom/sofa/basement/couches whenever he does something badass or looks badass and be awesome and cool and holy shit oh my god its here lets fucking go and our weather forcast is CloudLETSGO with a chance of HESSOCOOL and WHOOOO but will also dreadfully look forward to him coughing up blood and him fainting and even make fanarts and way over the angst fics and our weather forcast is CloudsofPain with a chance of AAAAAA and AAAAAAAA and Cale and us getting angst slapped and we readers will equally and gladly devour and savor muah chiefs kiss it like wtf yall good

#tcf #trash of the count's family #cale henituse #yall good fr? #lcf #lout of the count’s family #neutron star #cuz its ther #typed this while washing rice how we doin #dense character #dense fictional character #definitely did not search what the most densest material in the universe is fuck you #i thought it was a blackhole had to fact check it for a sec #i just realized that was contradictory as fuck ignore that statement