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btslil-bbyboy · 2 months

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Soul Contract

Scenario: How will the Hazbin Hotel react to meeting a reader who has a subservient called Sebastian Michaelis

Male reader insert!

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, Husk, Niffty, and Alastor

*Warning: Cursing, suggestive language

Part 1

When you were alive, you made a deal with a demon. A demon so powerful that he can shift through realms of Human and Hell. He was your servant, your dog who followed orders that brought great satisfaction.

Until it was time to eat your soul. Unfortunately for Sebastian, it got interrupted by Angels who rebuked him back down to Hell. What they didn't account for is that the contract between you two was different, sending you down with him.

In Hell, Sebastian was furious as he quickly found out that now since you're both in the underworld, he can't eat your soul.

The contract you made with him put him in a low level of power underneath you. Meaning, you have a bigger collar around his neck.

It's hilarious really. You laugh at his face, arrogance and pride falling upon yourself. You quickly find out that Sebastian was a Overlord. 'Was' as that title went to you automatically. It's quite interesting to see the politics of the underworld but you have no use in it. You're motive now is to get into Heaven and kill those naive Angels who interrupted You're sweet death of white.

So, when you hear about a hotel that's about rehabilitating sinners, you knew this was your chance. If sinners can go up to heaven, then by all means you can get up there, kill those that wronged you, go back to the Human realm to end this suffering.

This is what got Sebastian to make that contract with you. He craved your pathetic twisted soul. Wanted to devour it whole. And you... you loved that attention.

Charlie

When the knock of the front door sounds out through the hotel, Charlie looks at it in surprise before opening it right up. Seeing who's there, a big smile breaks her face at the male standing perfectly straight behind you.

His butler outfit pressed and clean as he bows to her. "Your highness, it's a great pleasure to see you once again." Sebastian smiles at her, eyes closed as he puts his hand on his chest.

A sound of a throat clearing, Sebastian straightens up immediately.

"Pardon me. Let me introduce you to my young master, Overlord (M/n). Young master, this is the princess of Hell, Charlotte Morningstar."

Charlie finally sets her eyes at you. So this is the person that has stole the attention of the demon. She remembers her mother looking distraught when she found out about Sebastian, making a deal with a human once more. She remembers her mother waiting, for a report about the human realm from him but he hasn't returned yet.

Years go by, Charlie watches her mother hiss out his name in disdain. She never knew why but she knows that Sebastian was a big deal to her. And to herself also, seeing him a lot when she was younger.

"Hi! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, please come in. It's great to see you again. Sebastian!"

Charlie was interested in you, seeing as how Sebastian followed your orders without falt, except when he will tease you a little.

She loved how you wanted to help out the hotel (not knowing of your true attentions)

She will listen closely as you teach her about the importance of keeping a hotel alive as you have explained you had a business running up when you were human.

She would also drag you in the exercise of trust and the such, making Sebastian cover his chuckles behind his gloved hand.

Vaggie

"Vaggie! Come here please!" Vaggie lets a small smile when she hears her girlfriend call out to her. She turns the corner to be met with two unfamiliar male faces. Her smile quickly gets wiped off as her eyes narrow down at the newcomers.

"Vaggie, meet Sebastian! Remember when I told you about him. Oh, and this is (M/n). Guys, this is my girlfriend Vaggie."

Vaggie's eyes widen as the name Sebastian rings around her head. This is the guy that baby sat her girlfriend? And (M/n)? She looks at him, an unsettling feeling settling in her stomach when he gestures for them to sit down like he was the host of the hotel and ordering Sebastian to bring them tea.

She watches as Sebastian bows to him before walking off. Instantly she knew that you two have made a deal. On what is the big question.

How did you manage to make Sebastian a servant?

She doesn't let her gaurd down when you're around. Unlike Alastor who explained that he was only here helping out for the entertainment, you were vague.

Chuckling or dismissing the questions before Sebastian stands by his side with dead eyes.

But she has to admit, she was glad for your help with the hotel. Managing a lot of the paperwork and advertising it.

And there are moments where she shivers when Sebastian looks at her in disgust at the corner of her eyes before replacing it with a fake smile.

Angel

When he entered the Hotel, he didn't expect to be met with two very attractive men. He was exhausted from work but the sight of them has him perking up.

"Well, hello boys~ I see you didn't start the party without me." Angel struts to them, sitting down beside you.

You chuckle before turning your attention to the sinner. How bold of him to just sit down next to you like that.

"You must be the patron, Angel Dust." You point out, not missing the worry furrow of Vaggie.

Of course, you already know who Angel Dust is, not by watching porn but from sending out Sebastian for information. You wanted to make sure that you know who your dealing with.

"The one and only. You watch some of my stuff because I can tell you, I can make it into reality. I can take both of ya." Angel seductively leans forward, taking a glance at the butler.

"Okay~, Angel. How about we... put a pen on that. (M/n) here is offering us help on gaining more patrons in the hotel." Charlie informs, stopping Angels attempt on bedding the two.

Angel likes you both a lot as eye candy. He likes to see you blush slightly before Sebastian steps with a backhand insult.

Also, who the hell was Grell?

As much as he flirts with you both, he becomes warry of you on how you command Sebastian around.

It's not how Valentino treats him but more of you saying an impossible command to the demon who surprisingly succeeds in accomplishment. But still.

All in all, Angel doesn't go near Sebastian unless you're around. He doesn't like how Sebastian pops out of no where.

Husk

He glares at the demon butler. His presence makes his hair stand up as he gracefully enters the kitchen.

"Ah, apologies for intruding. I'm just here to make some tea." Is all the stranger says as he starts to make tea like it was his own house.

"Who the hell are ya?" Husk hisses, walking out behind the male with the butler outfit on. He gets introduced to you two. His glare turns curious as he watches Sebastian serve everyone tea.

What made him stare is how the demon steps back, standing tall, not next to you but a little bit behind you, ready to do whatever you commanded. He stares for a while before going behind the safety of the bar's counter.

"Ah, you have a good selection of poison but I do prefer wine." You comment, looking behind him at the wide variety.

"As long as I get shit faced." Husk replies with a shrug.

He doesn't like you or Sebastian one bit.

It kind of reminds him of his own deal with Alastor but the dynamic between you is more, intense.

He sees you. The real you. The arrogant, calculated, sadistic piece of shit you are when you take a seat at his bar, taking light sips of wine.

Pressing on his own deal with Alastor, a mocking tone to your voice before shifting to a cheerful laugh like it was all a joke.

Then there was Sebastian. That bastard is all up in his business. Pointing out his lack of exertion. Sometimes even pushing him off to the side when guests arrive and he serves them himself.

Niffty

"Die!" Niffty cries out, pouncing on the roach that made it's way to the main area.

"Ah, this is Niffty, I presume." She looks up to see you watching her in interest.

She stares back, eye wide as she takes you and Sebastian in.

You don't look like a bad boy. What a bummer. But still, they are men. Great looking men, she might add.

"Yes! Please call me that." She giggles out, a little bit too long as she rubs her hands together.

She gets introduced to you both, nodding along to words that went in one ear and out the other as she stares.

And stares.

Running off after a few minutes when a roach passes by.

She thinks you're both attractive, but not too much because you're not bad boys.

Both of you so proper with your charming smiles.

She likes when you ask her about these pesty roaches. She loves dearly when you pay attention. Even if you don't laugh at the funny parts, you still nod along.

Sad when she isn't allowed to enter your room to clean.

Stupid Sebastian.

And don't get her started on Sebastian. She can talk to him for hours if he lets her.

But he redirects her.

Too bad, he seems to really know how to properly destroy Jackson the stain.

Alastor

"Oh? And who might you two be?" Alastor questions as he examines the two.

Once Charlie explained who you are and why you're here, he grips his cane a little harder, smile shrinking slightly in a grimace.

Sebastian has worked for Lilith?

You're the Overlord that Rosie has gossiped over about not attending to not even one of the Overlord meetings since you got here?

This won't work.

"Hmm, it seems like your help isn't required. Thank you for dropping by though!"

Charlie waves her hands around, telling you that he was just joking. As if.

If he was joking, one would know by the soundtrack of recorded laughter. No laughing is heard right now.

"Seeing as you only have one patron, I figured you don't know what your doing." You looked at him right in the eyes while saying that.

His eye twitches at the sheer audacity.

"Young master, please refrain from pointing out his incompetence. It's quite rude for an Overlord to say to another."

His teeth grinds together at Sebastian words. His calm, light tone trying to 'disguise' the insult.

He hates you.

Hates how you steal Charlie’s attention, running the hotel, and how you speak to him. Like he's just a bug under your shoe.

But he is also warry.

Warry about your hold of the leash of Sebastian Michaelis. The one that had contact with Lilith over the past years.

He, himself wasn't even in hell yet.

How cruel, really. Another reminder of his own leash to that bitch is here in front of him.

Yet he can't help but chuckle.

Watching in fascination how Sebastian would bark if you told him too.

He can feel the rage exuding out of the butler everytime when your mocking expression turns to him and there is nothing the powerful demon can do.

If only he can make a deal for your soul to gain Sebastian's own.

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charmingsoa · 10 days

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✶ Where the Wild Things Are: Two ✶ ■ 1960s Sons of Anarchy story ■

⌃ Jax Teller/ OC x Thomas Teller/OC ⌃

Warning: Please read with caution. This story will include: drug use, physical, verbal, and sexual abuse. miscarriages, sexual content, alcohol use, homicide, cursing, etc. ★ If You would like to be tagged in future updates, simply leave your username in the comments.

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As the California sun beat down on me, the wind whipping through my hair as I rode on the back of the motorcycle, I couldn't help but reflect on the narrow-minded beliefs my parents had instilled in me and my brothers. Growing up in a conservative household where conformity and judgment were the norm, I had always been taught to view anyone who rode motorcycles as nothing but trash – individuals destined for the depths of hell.

My parents, staunch believers in their own sect of holy rollers, held strong prejudices against those who lived differently or held alternative beliefs. They saw the world in black and white, with no room for shades of gray or understanding. But as I clung to the back of the driver, feeling the freedom of the open road beneath me, I realized how misguided their teachings had been.

The rider in front of me, a stranger whose name I learned was Tig, exuded a sense of liberation and rebellion that I had never experienced before. The rumble of the engine beneath us seemed to drown out the judgmental voices of my past, and for the first time, I felt truly alive.

When the group first pulled up in front of me, I didn’t know whether to take their offer or run for the distant hills. Growing up, the horror stories of gangs kidnapping young girls and doing the unthinkable were ingrained in my psyche as my mother preached of their dangers. She would spew words of hatred and fear whenever the topic arose, warning me to steer clear of any suspicious-looking individuals or groups that might pose a threat.

As I stood there, frozen in indecision, the leader of the group stepped forward with a smile that seemed almost too friendly for someone in his position. His eyes held a glint of mischief, but there was something else there too – a hint of vulnerability that I couldn’t quite place.

"Hey there, don’t be afraid," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "We’re just a group of travelers looking for some company on the road. We mean you no harm."

I hesitated, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Should I trust this stranger and accept his offer of companionship, or should I heed the warnings of my mother and make a run for it? The decision weighed heavily on my shoulders, the consequences of each choice playing out vividly in my mind.

In the end, curiosity got the best of me, and I found myself nodding hesitantly, agreeing to join the group on their journey. As I climbed onto the back of his bike and we set off down the road together, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was embarking on an adventure that would change my life forever.

As we finally started to slow down upon entering a small town called Charming, I couldn't help but notice the reactions of the locals as the bikes rumbled past. Pedestrians on the sidewalk stopped in their tracks, their eyes widening with surprise and disapproval as they watched the group pass by. Disapproving looks were etched on their faces, and I could almost feel the judgment radiating towards them.

The quaint shops and cafes that lined the main street seemed to quiet down as we rode through, the sound of the engines cutting through the peaceful ambiance of the town. I could see the whispers and sideways glances exchanged among the townspeople, their curiosity mixed with a hint of fear or disdain.

The men didn’t seem to mind the disapproving looks from the townspeople – smirks on some of their faces as they revved their engines a little more as they passed by. The sound of the engines roared through the quiet streets, echoing off the old brick buildings that lined the road.

As they pulled into a side entrance of a garage, I knew this was officially the end of the line for them. I watched as they parked side-by-side, each backing their bikes into their assigned spaces. The engines sputtered to a halt, the sound gradually fading into the background as the men dismounted and stretched their legs.

I quickly gathered my things, removing myself from the bike, my legs feeling equivalent to jelly as they gathered the strength to hold up my weight. The adrenaline that had fueled me through the ride was now dissipating, leaving behind a feeling of exhaustion and exhilaration.

I leaned against a nearby lamppost, watching the scene unfold with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. The men exchanged nods and grins as they gathered in a loose circle, their leather jackets creaking slightly as they moved.

One of them, a tall man with a patchwork of tattoos covering his arms, pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered them around. The faint smell of smoke mingled with the lingering scent of gasoline, creating a heady mix that hung in the air.

As they lit up and took long drags, their faces relaxed into expressions of contentment. The tension that had hung over them during the ride seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose.

The door to the business slowly opened, an older woman stepped onto the concrete below. Her presence commanded attention, exuding a sense of authority and confidence that made it clear she was not to be underestimated. The leather pants she wore hugged her figure, accentuating her strong and graceful movements as she made her way towards the men.

Her blonde highlights caught the sunlight, creating a halo of shimmering gold around her head. Despite the warmth of the day, there was a coolness in her gaze that hinted at a steely resolve beneath the polished exterior. I observed from a respectful distance as Gemma interacted with the men, her gestures filled with warmth and affection that spoke of deep bonds and shared history. She moved among them with ease, exchanging hugs and kisses that spoke of a familial closeness that went beyond mere camaraderie.

A tall man approached her from behind, his presence exuding a sense of quiet strength and authority. He wrapped his strong arms around her small waist, drawing her close in a gesture that was both protective and intimate. The woman’s laughter rang out, a clear and joyful sound that seemed to light up the space around them.

Their lips met in a brief but tender kiss, a display of affection that was unapologetically open and genuine. There was a sense of ease and comfort between them, a connection that ran deep and unspoken, forged through years of shared experiences and challenges.

My eyes moved away from the couple as the door reopened, this time revealing a blonde man. He looked to be in his early 20s – shoulder length hair resting against his work shirt. I don’t know how I looked to those around, but it was almost like how a cartoon character’s draw drops to the floor – he was gorgeous. I watched as he stepped off the stoop, sauntering over to the circle of men, clapping them on the back as he welcomed their return.

I was so caught up in the enigmatic presence of the blonde man that I failed to notice another individual had quietly slipped into the corner with us – the older woman with a knowing smile playing on her lips. Her voice, smooth and seasoned, cut through the hazy atmosphere around us.

"You lost, kitten?" she inquired, her tone a curious blend of amusement and concern. Her eyes, framed by fine lines that whispered of wisdom and experience, held a glint of something indefinable, as though she saw more than just the surface of things.

Startled by her sudden appearance and the unexpected nickname, I turned to face her, momentarily at a loss for words. The air between us crackled with a kind of unspoken understanding, as if she could see right through the facade I presented to the world.

“Sorry-“ I stammered. “I – uh-“

A smile spread across her face as she placed her hand on my arm, her touch warm and comforting. "You must be the little one the guys picked up on their way home. Tig told me all about you when he called a little while ago."

Memories of when we stopped at the gas station hours before came flooding back – the smell of gasoline, the flickering lights, and the sound of chatter from the other customers. I remembered my eyes connecting with Tig’s as he spoke animatedly in the glass box, his voice carrying a sense of urgency and excitement.

"What’s your name, sweetheart?" the woman asked, her eyes kind and curious.

Tucking a loose red strand of hair behind my ear, I replied, "Catherine. Catherine Landry." My voice was low, almost a whisper, as if unsure of my own presence in this moment.

The woman's smile widened, a glint of recognition flashing in her eyes. "Catherine Landry," she repeated softly, as if savoring the sound of the name. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Catherine. I'm Gemma."

As I started to speak, the sound of gravel crunching beneath heavy steps caught my attention, drawing my gaze away from Gemma. I turned, my eyes following the path of the approaching figure with blonde hair that glinted in the bright sunshine.

He walked with purpose, his strides confident and measured, his presence commanding attention. The gravel shifted under his weight, creating a rhythmic pattern that seemed to echo the beating of my heart.

As he drew closer, I noticed the intensity in his gaze, the way his eyes seemed to search and assess, taking in every detail of the scene before him. There was a certain magnetism about him, a silent strength that seemed to radiate from his very being.

Gemma's expression shifted slightly, a flicker of recognition crossing her features as she greeted him with a nod. "Hey baby," she said, her voice warm and welcoming.

As the two embraced one another, I stood there, a silent observer to the intimate moment unfolding before me. The man's eyes remained fixed on me, a hint of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite decipher lingering in their depths.

Gemma's arms wrapped tightly around his waist, her embrace filled with a sense of familiarity and comfort. There was a closeness between them, a bond that seemed to transcend words and time.

I watched as they held each other, their connection palpable in the air around them. It was as if they shared a history, a story that only they knew, leaving me on the outside looking in, a stranger to their world.

As they finally pulled away, a silent understanding passing between them, the man turned his gaze back to me. There was a question in his eyes, a silent inquiry that hung in the air, waiting to be answered.

As Gemma turned her attention back to me, her warm smile lighting up her face, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling within me. "Catherine," she began, her voice filled with a sense of familiarity and fondness, "This is my son, Jackson."

Jackson. The name echoed in my mind, stirring something deep within me. I looked up to meet his gaze, finding a pair of eyes that held a hint of curiosity and a touch of amusement.

Gemma's introduction caught me off guard, her words painting a picture of me as a lost soul in need of rescue. "She's the little thing that Tig and the guys picked up along the way," she explained, her tone lighthearted but tinged with a hint of motherly concern.

I couldn't help but inwardly roll my eyes at her explanation, feeling a twinge of annoyance at being likened to a stray puppy. It was true that I had found myself in an unexpected situation, but I was no damsel in distress in need of saving.

As I exchanged greetings with Jackson, a sense of curiosity sparked within me. There was something about him, a quiet strength and a depth in his eyes that hinted at hidden layers beneath the surface.

Jackson smirked and his eyes roamed up my body, a wave of self-consciousness washed over me, causing a slight flush to rise to my cheeks. His gaze held a hint of mischief and confidence, leaving me momentarily flustered in his presence.

"It's nice to meet you too," I replied, trying to maintain a composed demeanor despite the flutter of nerves within me. There was something magnetic about Jackson, an undeniable charm that drew me in even as I felt the weight of his scrutiny.

Gemma's proud voice interrupted the moment, drawing my attention back to her as she spoke of her son. "Jax is the leader of the group," she said with a hint of pride. "Along with my other son, Thomas." The revelation that there were two brothers leading the group took me by surprise. “Club comes from a strong line of Teller men," Gemma continued, her tone filled with reverence and hope for the future. "Hoping to continue that tradition in the future." She affectionately patted Jackson's chest, her gesture a symbol of both maternal pride and a legacy to uphold.

Jackson rolled his eyes at his mother's suggestion, a hint of amusement danced in his gaze.

"Trust me," he stated, his deep voice carrying a sense of authority that cut through the air, "She's really the one in charge."

The bond between Jackson and Gemma was palpable from the very beginning. It was clear to anyone who observed them that they shared a special connection, a closeness that went beyond words. Jackson was the one closest to his mother, their relationship built on a foundation of trust, understanding, and unwavering loyalty.

In contrast, Thomas seemed to be as far removed from Gemma as possible. There was a distance between them, an unspoken divide that hinted at unresolved issues and unspoken tensions. While Jackson and Gemma thrived in each other's company, Thomas seemed to seek solace elsewhere, distancing himself from the intricate web of relationships that defined their family dynamic.

Jax and Gemma's bond ran deep, a complex tapestry of emotions that intertwined their fates in ways that were both captivating and destructive. They fed off each other's energy, their connection fueled by a sense of mutual need and dependency that bordered on obsession.

Thick as thieves one moment, brutal enemies the next, their relationship was a rollercoaster of emotions that played out like a high-stakes drama. Time slipped away, leaving behind a trail of unresolved conflicts and simmering tensions that threatened to erupt at any moment.

The heat that Gemma placed between her two sons was a double-edged sword, igniting a fire that fueled their passions and their conflicts in equal measure. Theirs was a relationship fraught with complexity, where love and loyalty mingled with jealousy and resentment, creating a volatile mix that kept them locked in a perpetual dance of push and pull.

Thomas felt the weight of his mother Gemma's favoritism like a heavy chain, binding him to a perpetual cycle of disappointment and resentment. From a young age, he watched as Gemma showered his older brother Jackson with praise and attention, leaving him in the shadows of Jax's achievements. Despite his best efforts to earn her approval, Gemma's preference for Jackson was unwavering, creating a toxic atmosphere of rivalry and animosity between the Teller brothers.

"So, from what I heard, you’re hitching to San Francisco?” Gemma spoke as she looked at me with curiosity. “What’s so important down there that you had to leave home for?” She pushed past her son, taking hold of my arm as she started walking up towards the building.

“From the looks of you-“She did a once over. “Looks to me like you’re running away from something – midwestern lifestyle, perhaps?” Gemma's keen observation caught me off guard, her words cutting through my carefully crafted facade. I shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way I hadn't anticipated.

I cleared my throat nervously, feeling the weight of my confession hanging in the air. "My parents are very conservative – conservative and very religious," Her eyes closing in understanding, Gemma listened intently as I opened about my inner conflict. "They're lovely people – " I began to backpedal, feeling a need to qualify my earlier statement. "But the life I want to live doesn't match with how they want me to live. I want to be able to be free and do what I please, but they're all about the image and how the Lord wants us to live our lives."

"You ran away?" Gemma's voice was filled with concern and empathy, her eyes searching mine for answers.

I nodded slowly, the memories of that night flooding. "Left in the middle of the night after my father beat me with a switch," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. My eyes cast down to the ground, unable to meet Gemma's gaze as the shame and hurt of that moment washed over me once again. "He called me awful names, and my mother just sat there and watched."

Gemma's back straightened, a steely resolve entering her expression as she processed my words. "Doesn't sound to me like they're lovely people," she stated firmly, her voice tinged with indignation.

I shrugged my shoulders, “That’s just how they are – been like that my whole life.” I knew I shouldn’t be making excuses for them, but they were my parents. “I’m the only daughter – I was supposed to be the epitome of a perfect daughter.”

“What could be so bad that your daddy beats you?”

I watched as she pulled out a cigarette, gesturing for me to take one as well. She quickly lit the end of the stick, the smoke invading my lungs with ease. “I started messing around with boys at an early age – sex, drugs, dancing. Sex was my go-to though. They didn’t want their only daughter being known as the town whore, which I guess I became. I was supposed to save myself until I was married – only letting my wedded husband lay between my legs.”

Gemma chuckled, a wry smile playing on her lips. "Sounds a lot like my folks," she remarked, her voice tinged with a mix of resignation and humor.

"I just needed to get away, and after seeing all those people on the nightly news coming out here and living life their own way and being free and peaceful –" I paused, the weight of my words hanging heavy in the air. "I just need that in my life right now. A life where I can be free and do whatever I want to do. And if that means I have to do negative things to get to that place, then so be it."

As I spoke, I felt a mix of determination and uncertainty churning within me. The longing for freedom and self-expression had grown into a burning desire, fueled by the stories of those who had dared to defy conventions and carve out their own paths. The allure of a life unbound by limitations and expectations beckoned to me like a distant star, promising a sense of liberation and authenticity that had eluded me for so long.

“You know –“Gemma started. “The Frisco area isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” Her tone matter of fact. “I know it looks all peace and love on the tv screen but it’s really just a bunch of homeless hippies that are looking for attention and free handouts.”

I let out an annoyed sigh.

"Listen, little girl," her voice took on a more serious tone, the lines on her face softening with a mix of concern and affection. "You've accomplished the biggest goal you set for yourself – you made it all the way to California." She paused, letting the significance of the moment sink in before continuing.

A wide smile slowly spread across her face, reflecting pride and admiration. "By what you just told me, that was the ultimate goal. Now, I know going a little further south for the whole peace and love movement was the next quest, but I think for your sake it would be better for you to stay here."

“I don’t know anyone here, though.” I was grasping for excuses.

Her face twisted in a mix of concern and determination. "You weren't gonna know anyone down there either." She tossed her cigarette down, the ember extinguishing under the pressure of her heeled shoe. "You've managed to meet a whole crew of men that will now look after you if you choose to stay. You've met me and Jax – you'll get to meet Thomas when he decides to come home. You're no longer around strangers, baby doll. We can be your family – a family that'll treat you right."

Her voice softened, the edges of her tough exterior melting away to reveal a deep sense of care and protection. "We've seen the world through different lenses, faced our own battles, and carved out our own paths in this chaotic dance of life. But amidst all the chaos, we found each other – kindred spirits bound by shared experiences and unspoken connections."

The older woman's eyes held a glimmer of hope, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance. "You have a home here, among friends who will stand by you through thick and thin, who will lift you up when you stumble and celebrate your victories as their own. Take a chance on us, darling. Let us be the family you never knew you needed, but always longed for deep in your heart."

I would end up staying in that small fucking town for the next 25 years – my whole world coming to revolve around the Teller family and the Sons of Anarchy.

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floralcyanide · 9 months

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day eighteen. squirting with: Cillian Murphy

day nineteen. public play with: Jackson Rippner

day twenty. voyeurism with: Ethan Landry

day twenty-one. corruption kink with: Jonathan Crane

day twenty-two. daddy kink with: Cillian Murphy

day twenty-three. spanking with: Austin!Elvis

day twenty-four. shower sex with: Cillian Murphy

day twenty-five. roleplay with: Austin Butler

day twenty-six. face sitting with: Cillian Murphy

day twenty-seven. dom/sub with: Ethan Landry

day twenty-eight. drunk sex or high sex with: High Sex/Stu Macher

day twenty-nine. phone sex with: Ethan Landry

day thirty. anal sex with: Cillian Murphy

day thirty-one. mommy kink with: Jonathan Crane

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bcofl0ve · 1 year

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beautiful, beautiful, beautiful- beautiful boy

#📸: charlie clift for the BAFTAs #austin butler

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dearaustinbutler · 1 year

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These photos are EVERYTHING

#austin butler #taken by Charlie Clift #I almost fell off my seat

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eigeel · 2 months

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Based on who I saw the most on my dash this month

Reblog for a larger sample size pretty please

#tumblr polls #polls #white boy of the month #christopher briney #nicholas galitzine #noah beck #harry styles #paul mescal #charlie besso #logan lerman #johnny orlando #dylan o'brien #austin butler #dominic sessa #noah jupe #paul mescal and dominic sessa two months in a row wow

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klizzie93 · 1 year

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And you'll be on the walls of the hall of fame 💫

#austin butler #bafta #bafta awards 2023 #charlie clift #austin butler photoshoot #the script

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hearts4court · 8 months

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Current sleep takers in the works!:

My work has been delayed because of classes. School is making me tired so when i get home i never want to finish writing, and on top of that, i’m depressed 🫠.

Wanna be yours, Poly!Wolfstar X Fem!Potter!reader Status: no longer in the works.

Hidden Secrets, Remus Lupin X Fem!reader: requested! Status: no longer in the works.

Good girl, Elvis Presley X Fem!reader: requested! Status: currently in the works.

Ted LOVES your hands, Ted Nivison X afab!reader: requested! Status: done!

Barnes N’ Noble date with Charlie, Charlie Slimecicle x Fem!reader: requested! Status: done!

listening to the smiths with Schlatt, Schlatt X Fem!reader: requested! Status: not started yet/plotting.

Cute scenarios the Marauders would have with their girlfriend(separate), James Potter X Fem!reader, Sirius Black X fem!reader, Remus Lupin X fem!reader + Peter Pettigrew X fem!reader: requested! Status: not started yet/plotting.

Fuck and Blow, Charles Lee Ray(Chucky) X fem!reader Status: Almost complete!

Manipulative, Harley Quinn X fem!reader Status: currently in the works.

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feraltbh · 2 months

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bonus bc. SOBS

#nonincluded #невошедшие #charlie butler #joker

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scenecipriano · 3 months

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Saw this on Facebook had to share it here

#not ts #hazbin hotel #alastor #charlie morningstar #vaggie #black butler mentioned #Sebastian mentioned #grell sutcliff mentioned #oh~ BASSYYYY

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aochie · 4 months

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Six fanarts that I did on Twitter! It was great practice <3 I actually want to do it again ^-^

#fanart #redraw #my fanart #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #tsunade #naruto fanart #senjougahara hitagi #bakemonogatari #joker #black butler #hanako ikezawa #loona #helluva boss #helluva fanart #my first furry art pls be nice #six fanarts

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mattpresleybutler · 1 year

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The blindfold

Matt wanted to try something new. Now he has usually been open with things and will tell you all if the things that he likes especially when in bed but he had been holding off on this one. 😏

You are sitting on the edge of the bed and matt is standing in from to you. You feel so nervous right now. He starts to say

“Before we get started I need you to do a few things for me.”

“Ok” you say in a quiet shakey voice

“You will need a scarf or some length of fabric to use as a blindfold. And I want you naked and lying down on your bed, headphones on.”

You get off the bed and go into your drawer and grab a red piece of silk fabric and walk over to him. You look at him with your doe (your eye color) eyes and start to strip in front of him. And yes you know that he is blind but he can still see and sense everything you are doing.

“Mmhh” he lets out a low hum. He can already smell your arousal

Once you are naked, you lie down on the bed holding your blindfold

“Now let's get started. Just lie down and relax.” he said. Your heartbeat is picking up in speed. You are feeling very nervous but excited. He senses your heartbeat going up and cocks his head to the side. This just turns you on even more.

“ The first thing I want you to do is tie the scarf around your head. I don't want you distracted by anything.”

You tie the scarf around your head obeying his orders.

“Just focus on the sound of my voice. Feel everything around you slip away and disappear.... Just relax..... Feel yourself breathing.....Slowly inhale..... Hold it and then slowly let it out..... I want you to feel every part of your body.”

As you breathe in you feel calm and relaxed. The sound of his voice is so calming its like a trance. As you exhale, you let go of all the tension in your body. You feel the outside world getting farther and farther away, each time you take a breath.

“Inhale... And exhale... Slow... Calmly... Keep breathing as you listen to my voice... Inhale... And exhale.”

You keep doing as he says.

“Now I want you to bend your knees and draw your feet up until your legs are open for me.”

You bring your feet up getting even more nervous and aroused than you were before.

“Nice and wide.” he says “Feel how open and exposed you are... Feel everything around you... The temperature of the room... The sensation of any drafts or breezes washing over you.”

As you sink deeper and deeper into what he's saying you don't even notice that he has gotten closer to you.

“Keep your hands to your side, Resting, And breathe.”

Ask he keeps talking you are slowly feeling the need to be touched. You squirm a bit. You feel your body growing more sensitive.

“Your being such a good girl for me. Open and needy.”

You can feel it inside In your belly A small tingling sensation, desire, you need him so bad, Wanting to feel his touch.

You can feel him over your body shifting on the bed. The feeling is growing even deeper now.

“Please Matty” you whine. Spreading your legs even further. You can feel it in your thighs. Getting more and more sensitive.

“ I know baby but you need to hold back for a little while longer.”

He keeps teasing you and telling you all the things he wants to do to you but still won't touch you. You feel the desire Slowly consuming you.

You think about How good it would feel to be touched. But you keep your hands at your side. Just feeling the need, and The desire.

The tingling and sensitivity is now moving to your clit now.

“ please I can't take more. I need you so bad” you plead.

“Breathe. Slowly. Listen to my voice. Feel it in your belly. My words now inside you. Spreading to your thighs. And to your clit. Feel how much you want to be touched. Teased. Played with.” he says

You let out little moans and whimpers underneath him. He has some effect on you and he knows it. I mean he's making you feel all of this with just his words.

“Try to hold still and listen to my words and feel yourself getting wet for me.” he says

You let out more small moans and are a writhing mess under him.

“Open your legs wider. Knees apart. Spread for me. Place your right hand on your belly. Gently. Just let it sit for a moment.”

You do as he says but you feel the need to tough your self more. You want to rub your clit so bad.

“Feel my touch. My words. In your head. In your body. In your pussy.” he lets out a groan and you don't even have to see him to know that he is hard right now.

You slowly slide your hand up along your naked body. Over your chest To your throat And finally, touching your cheek. You Gently trace your fingertips over your cheek. Touching it gently. You imagine that that is matts touch.

“ that's it, good girl, feel my touch, my words, caressing you, so gentle” he says in a low voice.

You touch yourself so desperatelyad needy. Feel your hunger. Desire. It's like Every part of your body is now connected to your clit and you can feel every sensation between your legs.

“Now take the tip of your finger and trace it over your lips. Slowly. Think of pressing your lips to mine. Kissing me. The pressure of my lips against yours.”

As you touch your lips you kiss the tip of your finger. And keep tracing it over your lips. You can Feel your need growing.

“My touch. My caress. Playing with your lips. Now with your left hand, reach up and touch your throat. Wrap your hand around it, and imagine my fingers gently squeezing, pressing into your tender flesh.”

You Play with your lips and touch your throat. You keep moaning which is just turning matt in even more.

“Mmmhh Matty, I need you so bad.” you whimper

“Feel me starting to consume you. Your need starting to boil inside you. Feel yourself growing wetter for me. Your pussy feeling everything. My touch. My words.” he says.

You can hear him breathing now. You can Feel it on your skin. He is close to you now. Watching you writhe and squirm under him.

“Each sensation now slowly tracing a line to your wet pussy. Making your clit tingle. Think about how good it would feel to be touched there. Touched. Teased.” he says

You bring your hand down you your clit. Now playing with your clit. Feeling it starting to swell. Throb.

“Open your legs wider for me. Touch yourself. Feel it deep inside. Touch your throat. Trace your finger over it.” he says

You let out one of the most unholy moans ever finally being able to tough yourself. But he stops you.

“ ah ah I'm not done with you yet, you can keep going can't you? Come on be a good girl for me.” he says as you whine and retract your fingers from your needy clit.

You Feel your pussy growing more and more needy. Feel how much you want to touch yourself. How much you need it.

“Can you feel How much is it is starting to ache for me?” he says

“ y- yes please matty I want you so bad” you whine

“Not yet” he says sternly. “Now slowly move your hands down to your breasts. Touch your nipples. Play with them. Tease them. Feel them connected to your clit. Each touch making your hunger grow. They are connected now. Pinch them and pull them.”

You Tug at them and twist them and feel every sensation between your legs.

“ Think of me watching as your face changes and you become more and more lost. I want you to feel desperate for me. Needy. Slutty. Horny.” he says

You really need to touch your pussy. So much. But he won't let you. Not yet.

“I want you to feel the connection between your nipples and your clit. Just trace your fingers over them.”

You do as he says Barely touching them. Feel them stiffen.

“Tease them for me. I want to see you squirm for me. I want to hear you whimper and moan. Becoming my desperate, needy girl.” he says.

You feel yourself getting wetter and a moaning mess indeed him

“Keep playing with your nipples with your left hand. Touching them and teasing them. And with your right hand, slowly slide it down to your belly. Touch yourself there. Trace your fingers back and forth.”

Deep inside, you can feel your desire starting to overwhelm you. An orgasm starting to grow. Even without touching your clit or your pussy. Every sensation is connected. Everything makes your pussy swell and your clit tingle. Like an itch you can't scratch. So many feelings building. Growing. Frustration. Desire. You Raise your hips and trace your fingertip along your pussy lips. You Feel your wetness.

“Just one time. No more.” he says

You press your wet finger tip to your lips and wipe your wetness on your mouth.

“Feel the desire and need. Taste yourself. Now slowly touch your inner thighs. Draw your fingers inside your legs, just up to your pussy. But no touching. Not yet. Slower. Tease yourself for me. I want to see how wet and desperate I can make you.” he says

You keep playing with your nipples and touching your inner thighs.

“Feel how much you want to be touched.Your clit is so swollen and needy. Just like you. Every part of you. Your mind. Your body. Your soul. All of you is now centered there. Feel it. Tingling. So desperate for my touch.” he says

His words have so much effect on you, you don't know how he does it. You just need him so bad.

“Place your hands back to your sides. No more touching.” he says

“Matty please I can't do it anymore. I need you so bad! I'll do anything PLEASE mmhhhh” you moan

“I'll let you touch yourself again soon, Just listen to my voice.”he says

You resentfully do as he says

“I want to caress your cheek. Touch you so gently.” he says

“Please, please do it. Touch me Matty” you moan

He Traces his fingers over your lips, making you hunger for his kiss. He wraps his hands around your throat, completely surrounding you. Pressing into you. His other hand now playing with your nipples, feeling them grow stiff at his touch. His hands exploring you. Touching you. Teasing you.

He senses your every reaction. His lips now on you. Kissing. Sucking your nipples. Kissing your belly. Gently pressing against the tender skin of your thighs. Raising his head up and pressing myself closer between your legs. Close. But not touching you.

You can feel his breath on your pussy. And he blows softly, right on your clit. Watching you and listening to you. Knowing how much you need his touch.

“Mmhh please matty please please pleaseeee” you plead

As you are begging you feel the tip of his tongue barely make contact with you. It lingers for what feels like forever and then it is gone.

It makes the aching worse. More swollen. More needy.

Then he does it again. Shorter this time. His hot breath mixing with short kisses and licking. Teasing you more.

you feel him take hold of your wrist and guide your hand between your legs.

He whispers into your ear. "I want to watch you touch yourself."

You take no time in doing that. He is watching you now as you do just that.

“I want to see you masturbate. For me. But I don't want you to cum until I tell you to. I want to watch you edge for me. I want you close. Needy. Desperate.” he says

You slowly rub your clit trying not to cum on the spot with how he is talking to you.

“Touch your pussy for me. Show me how desperate you are. Let my words fill you up. Show me your desire. Find that edge and hold yourself there for me.” he says

You feel your self getting closer and closer

“Your orgasm isn't for you. It is for me. And I want to make you earn it. I want every single part of you focused on your clit. On your pussy. On the touch that I am giving you. And now. I want you to cum for me.” he says

You rub your clit and feel that familiar coil building in your stomach

“Now. Cum.”

You feel the overwhelming sensation. You are writhing and squirming under him. A moaning mess just for him. As soon as you start to come down from your high he says,

“And listen. Because I want you to know. You are my toy. My slut. My treasure. My needy, desperate girl. My whore. My pet. But most of all. You are mine.” he says

You feel him shift on the bed and take the red silk blindfold off your head. You are so tired that you could fall asleep right then an there. He gets up and grabs a wash cloth from the bathroom and soaks it in warm water and beings it back out to you.

He starts to clean you up and brings you your favorite pair of pajamas. He gets in the bed with you and snuggles up into you.

“ was that to harsh?” he says

No, that was amazing, you were amazing” you said you worry a but because he didn't get to feel good yet and you asked

“Do you want me to help you? I can if you want me to!” you say in a sleepy voice

“No it's ok you just read and get some sleep!” he says

“ I love you so much y/n” he says quietly sensing you heartbeat getting slower as you are falling asleep

“I love you too Matty.” you say quietly as you drift off to sleep. Matt soon falls asleep to the sound of your heart beat.

A/N: this is my first smut and I hope this is good. I hope it's not too cringe. I tried my best. 😂 if you guys have any requests you can let me know through messages or through the inbox.

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