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jarofstyles · 3 days

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Could you do one about overstimulating him, like after he’s come you just continue riding him and hes all squirmy and moaning

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Warnings- overstim, smut, subrry-ish, daddy kink (what a mix), cum play, unprotected sex, completely desperate H

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“Fuck- fuck, baby, please…” sweat glued strands of hair to his forehead as Y/N continued to grind in his cock. “Please, I dunno if I can go again so soon.” His mouth was dry and his stomach clenching as the wet confines of her cunt kept his snug inside of her. His glasses falling down his nose, he felt her push them back up as his head tilted against the back of the couch.

His hands gripped her hips, unsure if he wanted to actually stop. It felt so good, so overwhelming as his cum dribbled out of her and down his balls. The blanket they had under them would be ruined, the slushy sound of her lifting up and down shallowly and the hit of her ass against his thighs made his eyes blurry. He knew what to say to get her to stop, if it was really too much, but it felt so delicious that his toes curled and his cock twitched inside of her.

“I’m not done.” She pouted, eyes peering down at him. “God, it feels so good. Got your big cock all the way in my tummy, H. It’s not fair.” One hand kept her upright on him whilst the other pushed his hair back, observing how pretty he was. Such broad shoulders, his button up half undone and skewed to the side. His hair that he kept mostly tamed, a complete mess from her hands. Seeing him so utterly undone by her own hands, her own cunt? She’d never felt better in her life. “Do you really want me to stop? Because I will, baby…”

Harry could feel her grinding on him with each drop down onto his prick. He was aching from it, his thighs tingling but it was too incredible to stop. Digging his fingers into her hips he shook his head, a little whine leaving his throat as his cock twitched pathetically inside of her.

“N-No, baby. No. Don’t stop. It’s jus’ so much.” He slurred, eyes holding as she tilted his head back. “I can’t- it feels amazing n’ I want more, but I feel like M’gonna explode. Baby…. Fuck, you’re so perfect n’amazing and I’ve never-“ he let out a shaky gasp as she bounced harder on his cock. He could feel how wet it was, what a mess they were making. His trousers a heap around his ankles and the taste of the her engrained on his tongue, there hadn’t been much experience before her but he knew he didn’t want anything after her. It was her or nothing. No one else could feel this good. “Baby, angel, my love- oh my god.” He shuddered, the squelch of their sex was loud, her pussy sopping wet with her arousal and the last load he’d given her.

“What, H?” She cooed, panting from the exertion. Seeing him wrecked under her was worth ruining every bit of makeup on her face, the burn her thighs would feel tomorrow, every bit. “You want to cum again? Love my pussy enough to give me another load? You can do it.” The encouragement had his eyes rolling back and her poor used pussy clenching around him. “Tell me, handsome. Fuck into me.” Grabbing his glasses off his face, she tossed them to the other side of the sofa and tugged his hair back with a sharp grip. “Give it to me, Daddy.”

One thing Harry was good at was listening to her. As weak as he felt, he held her hips and let her forehead fall to his own, breathing against her lips. Using his feet on the ground, he began to fuck up into her. It was sloppy and rough, whimpers leaving his mouth as his face contorted in pleasure. “Oh, my love- I can’t…” he gasped into her mouth. Even with her in charge, the nickname had his balls aching. “Fuck me. Please don’t stop, M’gonna cum again and I’m gonna make a mess and I want you to feel good, please baby- I love you, I love this pussy, I wanna cum in it again. Im gonna, please say you want it. Tell me to cum, I’ll give you anything you want.” The smack of skin increased, Y/N’s wet gasp from his cock pummeling up into her making her eyes widen. Harry really would give her anything, the sweet boy. He was all hers, and she wouldn’t be letting go.

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animasola86 · 3 days

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SMUT DRABBLES*: Sleepy

A/N: Have another little smut scene I wrote upon waking up at 5:30 this morning. I use *drabble lightly here again, but at least it's under 1k words. Remember: you can imagine any character here, it's just a man and a woman enjoying a little together time (pics are just to set the mood, there are no descriptions of either party involved). This time, I'll warn you about somnophilia, a little dubcon, some manhandling, thigh fucking and unprotected sex. Works in any timeline where there are beds or surfaces to sleep on.

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! // WORDS: 875 // AO3

She stirs awake with a low rumble in her ear, heavy breaths fanning over her jaw. Is it morning or still night? She can't tell, it doesn't matter when a strong hand grips her hip and pulls her backwards into a firm body that moves against her in a slow but steady rhythm. There's something between her legs, slick and hot and hard.

His deep groans fill her still half-asleep mind, and she issues a little mewl. “S'okay, baby,” he hums behind her, his hips steadily slamming into her cushioned rear. Smack. “Go–” Smack. “–back–” Smack. “–to sleep.” He grips her tighter, fingers digging into her soft flesh, cock sliding back and forth between her thighs.

She moans groggily, too tired to comprehend anything but the heat building up within her. Her eyelids flutter before she slips back into unconsciousness.

When she wakes up again, he has rolled onto his back, pulled her with him, body pliant, like a doll, manhandled into place with her legs falling open over his strong thighs. One large hand around her throat, the other rubbing her swollen clit, he pumps into her, slow snaps of his hips as he works his hard cock into her tight warmth. The stretch makes her whimper.

“Shh, s'fine, love,” he growls beneath her, voice low and deep and thick with sleep and exhaustion. His fingers curl around her neck, applying enough pressure to push her back into the void as he ruts up into her, inch by inch, filling her, using her.

She's on her stomach when she comes to next, his heavy body pinning her to the bed, rapid thrusts pushing her into the soft mattress, a little bounce amidst the feeling of immobility.

Braced on his elbows, he's caging her in as he slams against her ass, cock slipping in and out of her clenching cunt, fucking her open. He groans and grunts, face buried in her nape, hot breaths and low rumbles that make her head spin.

“So fucking tight,” he mumbles into her hair, lost in his own bliss, voice so deep she can feel the vibrations against her skin. “So fucking perfect...”

A few mewls and moans slip from her dry lips, and he's encouraged by them as he thrusts into her faster, harder, deeper. She can feel him, hot and hard and heavy, in and out, pleasure bordering on pain.

Every deep pummel makes her gasp and flinch, a cold shiver, erupting goosebumps, a burning deep within. Breathing is hard in her prone position, and she feels herself slipping again.

She wakes with a pained grunt, lying on her back, manhandled into yet another position. His hands hold her legs, her knees pressed to her chest, feet dangling in the air over his broad shoulders. Breasts squished, lungs tight, as he folds her, pins her down, ramming his hard length as deep as humanly possible.

He's heavy on top of her, body sweat-slick, hot, his grunts as animalistic as his relentless thrusts. Her cunt feels raw, muscles contracting, tight and tense, and he still plunges in and out with ease and force, the wet squelching sounds mixing with his heavy panting and her muffled whimpers.

“Look at you, so wet for me,” he rasps, tightening his grip on her legs as he leans back a little, looking down at her almost menacingly. Beads of sweat drip from his temples, and she's mesmerized by the sight of him. Her head is spinning, body barely functioning, limbs twitching and boneless, just a hole for him to fill.

He gives her a weak smile, a gesture that makes her feel even hotter, and when he leans in, folding his body over hers, she moans as he captures her mouth for a searing kiss, tongue slipping between her lips, tasting every inch of her. She's barely capable of mirroring his motions, reduced to a mewling mess beneath him.

His hips keep their steady rhythm, pounding fast and hard and deep. Slam. Slam. Slam. He groans into her mouth as she clenches around him, her stomach tight and tense, that coil within ready to burst.

“Come with me,” he breathes into her, his gaze intense as he presses his forehead to hers. She's not in control, can't even reply, but his words are enough to push her over the edge. She stiffens beneath him, crying out against his lips, fingers clawing at the sheets as her thighs twitch, feet digging into his back.

Eyes roll back, breath hitches, the tension explodes into bright lights dancing behind her eyelids as her body convulses beneath him, and he fucks her through her orgasm, prolongs it, until he starts throbbing inside her, and that one final push nestles him deep within, crown squished against her cervix, balls tight and twitching against her folds, as he paints her insides with his hot seed.

Collapsing on top of her, face buried in the crook of her neck, while her toes curl up painfully, he empties himself inside her, filling her, every spasm of his cock accompanied by a low growl against her pulse. The warmth is soothing, his weight on her comforting, and she feels herself drifting back to sleep, a soft smile on her trembling lips.

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 2 days

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For Joe burrow. I knew I shouldn’t have stayed.

Joe posted up in the corner of the reception tent, nursing the drink in his hand. The only thing he hated more than making small talk was making small talk with people he didn't know, but still, he agreed to be your plus one to your best friend's wedding.

He watched as the guests surrounded the inebriated bride and groom on the dance floor as they swayed back and forth to a ballad, the newlyweds getting a little too handsy for any grandma's liking.

God, he really hated weddings, but he loved you, admittedly more than two friends usually did, but that wasn't something he planned on telling you anytime soon. People write about unrequited love as if its this heart wrenching state of being, but really you just end up doing a lot of things you don't want to in the name of "friendship". This wasn't the first event Joe had attended with you and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Just as the song switched to a pop melody and the crowd parted, he almost choked on his bourbon and coke watching you make a b-line for the exit. Where the hell were you going? he asked himself with a cocked eyebrow, until he saw your ex on your heels and knew that things had quickly gone south.

He debated letting you be, knowing that you could more than handle yourself and he didn't want to get in between you and your ex, but when he saw Nick grab at your hand and you pull away angrily, he couldn't help but ignore his better judgement.

When he finally tracked you down you were alone in the expansive living room of the mansion that dwarfed the tent outside. "What's going on?" Joe could see you were visibly upset, frantically wiping at your face to prevent your tears from ruining your makeup.

"It was a mistake to come here this weekend", you avoided eye contact with Joe as he sat down next to you, hiding your face from his view. "I knew I shouldn't have stayed", you mumbled under your breath, but Joe heard every word.

"Finally something we can agree on", he let out a humorless chuckle but you could only give him a weak smile. "What happened?"

"Nick tried to kiss me tonight", you admitted. Joe felt a lump build in his throat, but he cleared his throat, realizing this wasn't the time for jealousy.

"I know he was drunk, he always was at weddings, but the fact he thought I would want to kiss him after everything that's happened...", you let out a sigh to try to stop the tears. "God he's such an asshole."

Joe spotted Nick through the window, knowing he was also on the hunt for you. He'd always wanted to punch that prick in the mouth.

"Do you want me to hurt him? I've got like a solid six inches and 100 pounds on him." You giggled, Joe's smile stretching wide. That got the reaction he wanted to see from you.

"You're sweet, Joe, but I don't think that's gonna fix anything." You rested a sympathetic hand on Joe's thigh, your gaze dropping to his lips. You were hurting, no one could blame you for any actions you took in a moment of desperation. Its why you were currently inching toward your best friend, even though you knew it was the last thing you should do right now.

The only thing Joe could think about when he looked at you was what kissing you would be like. If he kissed you, there was no going back. Years of friendship could be ruined, but it could also be the beginning of the best thing to ever happen to him. He had no idea what he should do, and only seconds to decide.

The door opening decided for him as the two of you crashed lips. The kiss was messy, not at all how Joe pictured your first would be, and yet it was perfect at the same time.

You finally broke for a breath after a few seconds to see Nick standing at the door. You watched him sober up in a millisecond, the door slamming behind him as he left the room.

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exhaslo · 16 hours

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Hi! Could I ask for a short request if you have the time? I'm just imagining reader in Corruption getting pregnant with twins and Miguel just goes crazy for it. She's too tired to do much - because she's quite small and fragile - but he just follows her around and is just always finding ways to touch her and kiss her and just admire her body because it's become so obediant to him that it's produced two babies in one go?! 😱

I just want to see Corruption Miguel absolutely whipped for his pregnant little wife 😍.

Omg Villain!Miguel will go nuts! Also, LOVING the love that Villain!Miguel is getting!!

Warning: None, just fluff, twisted thoughts, manipulation

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Yes! Yes! Yes!

The moment that Lyla, not you, announced that you were pregnant was the best day in Miguel's life.

Miguel was sure to always have your states on his watch, making sure that you were always healthy. Lyla was your nurse, to a point, always checking up on you and reporting to Miguel. Miguel was not going to lose this chance.

Miguel was always with you for every doctor visit. The mad scientist himself, needed to understand the process of child birth. Miguel made sure to get the best doctor in the city to watch and care for you.

When it was time for your ultrasound, Miguel was over the moon. His own eyes staring at the child in your belly. The child that he worked hard to create. The child that you were finally giving him.

"Oh, there is a second head. We have twins," The doctor hummed.

Miguel's eyes widen. Unable to control his excitement, he gave you a deep and passionate kiss. You were in a daze from the sudden kiss. Miguel withheld his laughter throughout the whole visit. By the time you got home, Miguel was all over you.

"Mhm~ Miggy~" You cooed. Miguel kept his hands against your waist, kissing your neck,

"My good girl. Such a obedient, perfect, girl. Giving me twins. I must reward you." Miguel hummed. You felt your face fluster as you couldn't help but smile,

"It's just our luck~"

"No. Your body was made for me. Wants to prove how much it loves me and my seed to give me twins,"

You whined, covering your face from embarrassment as Miguel kept showering you with kisses. This wasn't like him, but you were loving every second of it.

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Miguel was being so overprotected. He kept you at home, taking you out only when he cleared the city of every criminal. For once, Miguel was playing a hero, but only for you.

Miguel made sure that nothing came to your harm. Hell, he even killed and used those bodies as a warning to not ruin his day. You came first.

You always came first.

As the months flew by, your body was growing weak and tired. The pregnancy was draining you and constantly making you hungry.

Miguel was always prepared. He made sure that you always had everything you craved, gave you all the vitamins you needed, and even gave you massages.

His hands were always on you. Miguel wanted to make sure he could always feel you caring for his child. Whether it was giving you a foot massage or just touching your belly. Miguel was just excited to have twins.

You were giving him twins.

"Miguel...what about work?" You asked tiredly as you tried to get off the bed.

Miguel glanced up at you, carefully pulling you down. His head buried against your neck as he rubbed your belly. Soft kisses against your neck as he tried to feel the baby.

"You come first. The baby comes first," Miguel whispered, "Today is going to be about you."

"Awe, Miguel~" You cooed, "Can we...get breakfast first? I'm hungry,"

"Of course,"

Miguel was careful to help you up, staring at your large belly. His lips twitched into a smirk as he saw the babies kick. His hands roaming your stomach, wanting to feel. You were carrying the future of humanity.

"Hehe, who would have thought you'd be so loving~" You chuckled, putting your hands against his, "I'm a little jealous~"

"Don't be. Once our children are born, I'll be sure to give you more attention. How else are we to give them siblings?"

"Eep! Miguel!" You whined, covering your face against his chest.

Miguel rubbed your back, finding you adorable. You had already agreed to carry as many children as possible for Miguel. You had to be a good girl and give him everything he wanted. He had to wait so long for this...

And you were going to give it to him.

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When it was time for you to give birth, Miguel made arrangements to have the birth at his place. He hired the personal doctor and some nurses and got all of the equipment that they needed.

It was too risky to have you give birth at a hospital. Miguel didn't want to risk anything happening to his children or you. With all the enemies he had...Miguel made sure to keep you a secret.

"Ah!!" You cried out.

Holding your hand, Miguel watched as the doctors helped you. Your grip was tight, it almost hurt. If Miguel were a normal human then you might have broken his hand. Oh, how great it was to have you give birth to his babies.

His super human babies.

Listening to you crying as you pushed, Miguel tried to comfort you. After a few more pushes, you were a panting mess as the room was filled with crying.

"That's my girl," Miguel kissed your head, more focused on the twins.

The doctors and nurses cleaned the two babies before giving them to both you and Miguel. Miguel's eyes sparkled as he stared at the two crying children. You were laughing tiredly,

"Look, Miguel. Our babies~" You cheered. Miguel gave you an honest smile, placing the two children in a special crib,

"Yes. Our babies. Now rest."

Dismissing everyone, Miguel finished taking care of you. He cleaned the bed and everything and washed you. You were sleeping soundly beside the crib with your two children. Miguel stroked your hair, staring at the twins.

"This is only the beginning, (Y/N)."

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Hope you enjoyed!!!!

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thatsdemko · 2 days

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something bout you - p. o'ward

masterlist | pairing: Pato o’ward x Rossi!fem!reader summary: your love for him is different and he couldn’t love it more. warnings: 18+ content + mentions of Indy500 results + fluff + angst(?) + minor errors a/n: hiiii! Im back :) I’ve been working on this since the results of indy500 and while it’s not perfect I hope you all enjoy!

where your brother was a dark cloud on rainy days, you were the thunder and lightning that boomed across the sky alongside him. its enticing to someone like him.

he’s drawn to the identical to dark like storm eyes, black hair that sways across your back. you were rossi’s identical down to the bone. zak brown used to swear it was traumatizing, now Pato finds it adoring.

where Alexander was millennial humor, and minimal smiles, you were nothing but witty gen z comebacks and a smile once a month. Pato found your personalities jarring in comparison, but made it his mission to brighten your clouds.

“woah.”

it sounded more like a whoosh of air exhaling from his lips. seeing you in a dark blue floor length gown truly took the air and words from his lungs. it threatens the muscles in your cheeks to tug upward, but you refuse to give pato the satisfaction of a smile.

“what?” you whip your head in his direction. navy blue suit jacket, a white shirt that was slightly unbuttoned, and matching pants. he looks heavenly. you hate that.

“you look gorgeous, amor.” the nickname rolls off his tongue, a smirk tugging his lips as he watches red flicker across your cheeks. you didn’t need to show any other signs of affection for him to know that subtle weakness for him.

“and you look like a buffoon. not even a suit can help your case.”

a chuckle escapes his lips, and for the first time since sunday morning he’s actually smiling. leave it to a rossi to lift his spirits.

“you brighten my day, Rossi.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Alex comes up behind you. his black suit and dark blue tie matching your dress like twins.

right, he reminds himself, siblings. she’s not for you.

“other Rossi,” you reply turning to your brother, “you think way too highly of yourself.”

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a permanent scowl formed the second Josef took the stage. it was a common look for you, though you masked it well during most days, tonight was one of those moments you let it rip.

Josef drove a hell of a drive yesterday, but seeing him on stage was all but a reminder of what Pato lost and for some reason that angered you. having to watch your brother, his sister, and his own team members lift him up from another disappointing loss trickles into your memory. it was a well deserved win for Josef, but your heart ached for somebody else.

somebody you definitely shouldn’t have feelings for, but you find yourself having. someone who opened up the dark cloud and made it a little brighter.

when Pato finally took the stage, all he could see was you. the scowl loosening from your face to a contorted smile. all energy from earlier drained out of him. having to be reminded of his failed efforts, but he did enjoy the view of you practically envisioning what it would be like to strangle newgarden.

“that’s two smiles this month.” Pato whispered into your ear when he passed you to his seat. he could hear a low grumble come from you, and the scowl was back, but aimed at him.

he reveled in it. taking in all your features and how hard you work to keep your vulnerability inside that hard shell. because for a split second when he took that stage he saw you for what you truly were; a fool in love with him.

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“I like when you get defensive of me.” he says, coming up from behind you. he rests his chin against your shoulder, the hairs that fell out his gel slicked back tickle your skin.

“the scowl was out of annoyance. don’t think too deep about it.” you say, attempting to fight his touch, but it’s too much strength to do so. you just relax your body into his and allow yourself to be held.

“I like to think you actually do love me.”

you fight the urge to roll your eyes as you feel his lips graze the sensitive part of neck. you can feel your knees weaken, ready to crumble into his arms.

love was a strong word and emotion, but it never felt big and scary with Pato. love was different with him. different was good, different was better than whatever you’d read in books. you didn’t need the fairytales, you just needed someone to remind you to smile once a month. or not attempt murder when he lost important races.

“say it,” he mumbles into your skin, teeth running across your flesh, you can feel goosebumps scatter across your skin, “say you love me.” he takes a piece of your skin in between your teeth, the sound of your sharp inhale fuels the fire in him.

“I do,” you swallow, trying to steady yourself against him, “I love you.” you spin around to face him, your dark eyes stare into his chocolate ones.

he nudges your body towards the bed and you comply. seating on the edge of the bed, you watch him remove his suit jacket. the most mundane task, was such a turn on for you. you unconsciously open your legs for him.

“I love you too,” he presses his knee in between your thighs, gently dropping your back onto the mattress, “even when you want to murder me.”

“I’d murder for you,” you say pulling him by the collar of his shirt, “but if you don’t fuck me, I will strangle you.” you growl into his ear before sinking your teeth into the outer edge of his lobe.

“you always seem to have a way with the words.”

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masivechaos · 2 days

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only you, only us!

── ☆ remus lupin x fem! reader

── ☆ Request: yes / no

── ☆ Synopsis: Remus is in love you with you, but how could you ever feel the same when Sirius exist? He's so perfect and Remus can't help but feel jealous.

── ☆ Warning/content: mention of parties, drinking, kinda making out, my English

── ☆ a.n.: 1.8k words-

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Remus watched as you laughed, he would be smiling if you weren’t laughing with Sirius. Sirius, his best friend on whom he had placed all his trust and told all his insecurities. He had to admit he felt quite betrayed.

He took a long sip of his drink, passing his tongue on his top teeth “Everything’s alright mate?” James said as he came by his side, his eyes following Remus’ stare “Ohh, Y/n, huh?”

Remus groaned “Of course Y/n. But of course, Sirius has to flirt with her” To forget the idea he took another drink. James let out a chuckle, not daring answer to his friend. When Remus was like this talking to him was like talking to a wall. The werewolf settled further on the couch, pouty lips against his glass. “Fuck him,” he groaned.

“Hey… You don’t think you’re going a little hard on him?” James had to defend the person he considered his brother. “He doesn’t seem to flirt with her. Knowing him, he’d probably be snogging her right now if he liked her.”

Remus knew he was right but he was still angry. “Look at her. She likes him.” James knew it wasn’t true, you told him your crush on Remus but you'd asked him to keep it to himself, he was a good friend and couldn’t betray your trust.

“How do you know?”

“She is looking up at him, biting her lip and laughing at something probably stupid” The full moon wasn’t far which made Remus… mean.

James rolled his eyes “C’mon, that’s maybe the time to make a move, don’t you think?” Remus didn’t answer anything, too stubborn to admit his friend was right. “Moony! You can’t be mad at her for ignoring something you never told her”

Remus rolled his eyes. James was so right and Remus hated it. He was never confident enough to make a move on you, you were too perfect, too pretty, too kind for him. But keeping his love for you silent meant he had to border on the idea of seeing you with someone. And somehow, the possibility that it could be his best friend hurt even more.

Sirius always had everything Remus fancied. Girls, a pretty face, a charmful smile and people who wished they were him. No one wished they were Remus. Then again, why would they? Who would want to be a werewolf with scars and eyebags who’d rather read than going out to party like this one?

He couldn’t help it but be jealous of Sirius, even as his best friend it was hard not to feel this way. Remus let out a long breath, the party was shitty enough he didn’t need his own mind to make it worse.

When he looked around him, James was gone and after taking a quick look at the crowd he found him talking to you. His eyebrows furrowed, he didn’t want James to get involved. Maybe it was the best way to get you and him together but he felt even more weak, a selfish part of him didn’t want help. He knew damn well it was stupid since he wasn’t brave enough to do anything. He got up, he couldn’t handle the sight of you anymore.

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“Y/n,” James called. You turned your head and a smile found your lips.

“James!” You opened your arms to pull him into a quick hug. “What’s up?”

The boy cleared his throat “I have a friend-”

“Woah, who would have thought?”

He shot you a glare “- who need helps”

“Who?” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“Er… Remus” Your body froze at the name “He’s a little mad and it maybe has to do with you talking to Sirius”

You were a little confused. James knew you fancied the lycanthrope but he never told you the love was mutual. “Do you mean he’s jealous?” You didn’t like the idea of Remus being upset but you couldn’t help the part of you that felt pleased he might fancy you too.

James only grinned as an answer and you understood. Without even thinking, you turned to the sofa but found it empty. Your legs started to run the castle on their own, you finally found him, sat against a tree in one of the courtyards.

“Remus?”

The boy lifted his head, he looked angry and you didn’t like it. You wished you could just kiss his frown away. “Y/n.”

His tone wasn’t welcoming but you decided to settle by his side “What’s going on in this head of yours?” you were smiling but internally you just wanted him to stop being irritated, you wanted him to smile.

“Nothing.” The silence that followed was long “You were having fun with your boyfriend?” you heard the disapproval in his voice.

Your eyes widened “My boyfriend?” you echoed.

“Yeah. Sirius.” Remus was avoiding your eyes, his knees were pressed against his chest.

James made you understand Remus was jealous but to witness it was like an electroshock, the boy hid his feelings well, you were so surprised.

“I don’t like Sirius” you wanted your words to comfort him.

Remus rolled his eyes “Yeah, sure” he mocked. He didn’t believe you. Sirius was everything a girl could want, right?

You frowned, habitually Remus always believed you and it hurt to have lost his trust. “Why do you think I’m lying?” you sounded a little saddened.

“I saw you with him. You’re talking with him more and more, hanging out with him more and more. Just say it to me,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I- I’m not with him…,” his anger that once amused you was making you a tad sad now. “We’re just friends! I- I just talk with him because we understand each other-”

“Understand each other?” he quoted, a scoff leaving his lips out of disbelief.

Now you were truly hurt. He was so blunt, he normally never was like this with you. “Yes!” you started to get angry too “We both have shitty families! We understand each other! Next to each other, we can finally find the comfort we both craved as children!”

Remus looked down, ashamed. He felt guilty for letting his anger win him and hurt you in the process. He hated this part of him that still wasn’t sure. He kept his mouth shut, he had done enough stupid things for tonight.

“You still don’t believe me?” Remus heard how offended you sounded. “You want me to show you I don’t like him?” your tone had changed to a more… soft one?

Remus heard you move next to him but he didn’t dare look at you, staring in front of him. Unfortunately, even like this, somehow, your face ended up in front of his. He wanted to back up but the bark behind him was already digging in his back. Your lips tugged into a large grin “Why are so grumpy? Why don’t you believe me?” you asked softly, almost pleading.

“Because it’s obvious you like him.”

You sighed “I don’t.”

“Why wouldn’t you like him? He’s handsome and charming and popular and-”

“And what if I like you?” you smirked.

Remus lifted an eyebrow and let out a tsk. He shook his head, it wasn’t possible, he couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t even understand why you’d like him. “No you don’t. I’m not the type of boy you want to date. I’m not handsome and I’m not nice and-” you cut him off by crashing your lips on his. Remus’ eyes widened in surprise, his heart beating in his ears. He didn’t move, his mind processing what you just did.

You pulled away and grinned “Still don’t believe me?”

“I…” he started, “I…”

You waited patiently “You…?”

“Fuck,” Remus mumbled before he pressed his lips to yours. You chuckled, your hand cradling his cheek, your thumb softly stroking his freckled skin. You leaned into him, your chest flushed against him while he pressed himself closer to you until you were laying on the cold midnight grass. His hands wrapped around your wrists, pinning them to the ground. You let out a small whimper at the roughness due to the close full moon and the built up jealousy.

Remus pulled away, his breath heavy “Merlin..” he cursed, releasing your arms “I… You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he smiled, his cheeks a light shade of pink.

You let out a short chuckle “Yeah”

Remus laughed at your sass “Cheeky,” he said before he pressed his lips to your cheek, he let his mouth linger on your skin, “I like it.”

You looked up at him with shiny eyes from the excitement and the two or three drinks you got this night “Do you believe me now?”

“Mmmh,” he had an amused smile playing on his lips. “I need one more kiss to be sure,” he said as his lips trailed down until they found yours. You offered him a short kiss. “Hey now, that wasn’t enough”

You laughed and offered him a longer kiss, letting your lips parted so he could slip his tongue into your mouth. Remus let out a soft groan, pressing his body against yours.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours “I think I believe you now.”

“Good,” you whispered, breathless. Your fingers got tangled in his hair, your voice a little more serious now “Why do you doubt yourself so much?”

Remus looked away and shifted, he rested his head on his chest “It’s hard to believe you’d like someone like me. You’re so perfect and I’m so me.”

“You’re so incredible,” you whispered, your lips locked against his temple “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re caring and sweet and kind and handsome. Very handsome.”

“Am I?” Remus smiled.

“Oh yeah. I like everything about you. Even when you are grumpy,” you said. Your nails scratched his scalp “Don’t be so hard on yourself. I have no interest in Sirius, only you, Remus. Only you.”

Remus’ smile widened “Only me,” he repeated, tasting the words on his tongue. He pressed his lips to your neck briefly “I’m sorry I got mad,” he said after a moment of silence.

You sighed “It’s alright. You have nothing to be sorry for,” you whispered in his ear.

Remus closed his eyes and breathed in your skin “Can I say I love you or it’s too soon?”

“You can say it,” you muttered, your heart beating faster and heat creeping to your neck.

“I love you,” he whispered against your neck, his lips tickling your soft skin. You stayed silent for a while, a huge smile on your face.

“Merlin, I love you too.”

He shifted, rolling to his side to look at you “So… it’s only us right now, isn’t it?”

“Only us,” you assured, kissing his lips softly.

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violetstar-arts · 2 days

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Perfect

Chell looks for Wheatley after he hides himself somewhere deep inside Aperture. A follow-up to @shrimperini ’s “Aperture Ball” comic.

***

Chell wasn’t one to get flustered easily.

She’d had her fair share of admirers throughout the years, almost all of which were swiftly rejected. Sometimes violently. It was deserved, most of the time. She wasn’t ashamed to admit that she wasn’t all that interested in dating and would rather stay single for the rest of her life if she could.

…But then, there was him.

Something about that bundle of nerves that resembled a regular man was inexplicably…appealing to her. The way he stumbled over all of his words. The way he couldn't stop fidgeting with his fingers. His eyes, darting around in every direction besides the person he was holding a conversation with. His smile, stretching a bit too wide, as if he wasn’t sure whether or not to find some random statement that was made funny…

Sure, it was a little awkward. But it was unequivocally genuine. As much as he tried to hide and deny it, anyone with a functioning pair of eyes could see that he wore his heart on his sleeve. Something that Aperture was sorely lacking.

She respected that. Admired it, even. It wasn’t as easy for her to do the same.

It surprised her even more then, when she openly asked him to kiss her on that dancefloor.

Naturally, he dropped her. She was too dazed at that moment to assure him that it was alright, that she wasn’t mad, that they could start over. The next thing she knew, she was sitting in a chair with an ice pack pressed against the back of her head and several people fussing over her. Somewhere in the midst of it all, Wheatley had disappeared. Likely out of embarrassment.

“That dumbass… I don’t know what she sees in him…”

Chell immediately recognized that southern twang as belonging to Rick. She opened her eyes, glancing over at him. His scowl was immediately replaced by a big smile.

“Oh! Hey there, little lady. You feelin’ alright?”

Chell nodded. She heard the teal-eyed woman that helped with her outfit earlier clear her throat.

“Told you so.”

“Indeed,” Chell heard Craig chime in. “She only suffered a mild concussion. There was no need for your outburst towards our fellow coworker earlier.”

Fellow coworker…? Chell gave Rick a questioning look. He rubbed the back of his neck, appearing nervous. Even Craig and the woman seemed to be at a loss for words.

“If no one’s going to say it, I will.” Calvin approached Chell with an uncharacteristically serious expression.

“Rick got into a fight with Wheatley.”

Chell’s initially shocked expression was quickly replaced by anger. She crossed her arms, glaring at Rick. The tall man seemed to shrink a little under her scrutinizing gaze.

“Listen, Calvin’s wordin’ it all wrong! Nothin’ got physical! It was just a verbal fight. An argument. Didn’t lay a hand on him. Hell, I’d lose my job if I’d gone and done that. You know me, I’m s’posed to keep the peace inside this building!”

“With the verbal lashing you gave him, you might as well have laid hands on him…” Craig muttered.

Rick gritted his teeth, eyeing Craig dangerously.

“Watch it, four eyes.”

Craig’s eyebrow raised. “That was weak. If only you’d offered Wheatley the same courtesy.”

“Why you–!” Rick took a step towards Craig. He was unexpectedly blocked by Chell, who’d finally stood up and was pressing her hand against his chest. She shoved him back slightly.

“Where is he.”

Rick sighed, pulling his hat down over his eyes. He shrugged.

“Hell if I know. Halfway through our…little disagreement, he got a call from his folks. Seemed to forget about everything else in an instant. He said some nonsense like ‘ohh terribly sorry mate, i-if it isn’t too much trouble, if it isn’t an inconvenience, look after her please, I-I have to take this, t-terribly important!’ and ran off before I could get another word in.”

Chell narrowed her eyes. Rick could immediately tell that she did not approve of that mockery at all. He coughed awkwardly.

“Anyways, I think I saw him headin’ towards that staircase over there.” He pointed to the left. “Leads to some of the restricted areas–behind the scenes of the test chambers, if you will. I reckon I can turn a blind eye to you snoopin’ around there, as a way to…atone for this misunderstandin’...?”

Chell’s hard gaze softened. She patted him on the shoulder.

“Thank you. But we will be talking about this later. You owe him an apology.”

Rick tugged at the collar of his dress shirt, sweat trickling down the side of his face as her fingernails dug into his shoulder.

“…Right.”

***

Chell made her way down the long staircase that Rick had pointed out to her. Immediately she took notice of the hollow echo her footsteps would make as she headed further down. Eventually, the wall beside her ended, revealing the inner mechanisms of Aperture that spread miles beyond her line of vision. She recognized the enormous, long tubes that connected to the test chambers, sucking items in or spitting them out. They seemed just as endless as the rest of the building, spiraling out in random directions. She never realized just how many of them contained testing cubes until now. She could also see a concerning amount of broken testing materials and shrapnel within some of them. Hopefully, none of those tubes connected directly to a testing chamber. She shuddered at the idea of a test subject standing under a tube, expecting to grab a cube with their portal gun…only to be crushed and shredded by piles of metallic debris.

She reached the bottom of the staircase, coming across a long metal hallway that led to a shut door on the opposite end. A few feet away from the door, she noticed that familiar light blonde hair, sticking out like a sore thumb under the drab, dull, and mechanical colors of Aperture.

Wheatley’s head and arms were resting on the metal railing, his legs dangling off the edge of the bottomless pit below. He was staring off into the distance, his expression unreadable. He didn't seem to notice her until the sound of her clicking heels was inches away. His body jerked forward and he let out a faint wheeze as his chest slammed into the railing. He clearly hadn't been expecting anyone to come down here looking for him.

“Chell?!? What are you–how did you–who let you–”

“Rick told me,” she interjected.

“...Oh,” he replied flatly. Wheatley rubbed his arm.

“I'm guessing he also told you about our little spat?”

“Not everything. But I know about it.”

“I see.”

Chell sat down beside him. Carefully, she let her legs hang off of the balcony in a similar fashion. For a while, neither of them said anything. They simply observed the whirring machinery of Aperture continue its work autonomously, random lights flickering and flashing within the darkness like some sort of artificial moonless sky. It was almost beautiful…if you could ignore the acrid smell of oil, burning lasers, and heavily processed testing gels.

“...Chell?”

She turned her head towards Wheatley. He didn't look back, opting to stare blankly at the pit instead.

“Do you…ever wish you were someone else?”

Chell’s eyes widened. She remained silent, waiting to see what else he would say to her. Wheatley seemed to pick up on this and continued.

“J-just to be clear, I do NOT mean you should change. God, no. I could never. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

A faint blush tinted her cheeks. Her eyes closed, listening intently to every word.

“I just mean…well, it just seems like…perhaps everyone would be less cross with me all the bloody time if I was different, you know? Better somehow. Not constantly rambling or asking questions or talking before I think things through or mucking up everything I touch. If I was just less of a pain to Her, to my coworkers, to my f…brother…maybe then, things would be better. For me. For you. For everyone…”

Wheatley stole a glance at her. He could see that Chell was pursing her lips. Wheatley took that as a sign that she acknowledged what he was saying. And perhaps that she even agreed, to a certain extent. He smiled weakly.

“It’s alright. You don't have to say anything. I get it. I ruined that dance for you. So it's okay! It’s okay if you’re okay with everything I said. Because it's true, isn’t it…?” Wheatley’s voice quivered. “It has to be, otherwise you would’ve said something by no–”

“Wheatley. Stop.”

Wheatley jumped a little, surprised that she’d broken her silence. He finally looked at her directly. She looked so…sad. He swore he could see her tearing up as well, but wasn’t sure if it was just his eyes playing tricks on him.

“...You really think that of yourself?”

Wheatley bit his lip. “Not…precisely. But sort of.”

“Why?”

He sputtered momentarily. “Why? Wh–for the love of–for all the reasons I said, of course! I’m a mess! I genuinely don’t understand why you’ve put up with me for this long! No…no one else has. Not unless they’re obligated to…”

Chell’s head lowered.

“…You said it just now.”

“Wha–?”

“You already have the answer, Wheatley.”

Wheatley went silent for a minute, deep in thought.

“You mean you…like putting up with me…?”

“I’m not putting up with you.”

Chell’s head raised. He could see a certain spark in her eyes. The same one he always saw whenever she successfully solved a test. But there was something…different about it this time. As if she’d reached a different kind of epiphany. Whatever it was, he didn’t expect her next immediate action to be clutching his hands as tight as she could. Almost as if she feared that letting go…meant losing him forever.

His face turned a deep red and his eyes drifted downward, flustered by his own thoughts. He was reading way too deep into this…wasn’t he?

“Wheatley. Look at me.”

He did as she said with very little hesitation. God, her eyes were still mesmerizing. If you could get past the bland grayness and searing intensity of them, it truly was like looking into a kaleidoscope. Shapes and colors of all kinds seemed to reflect so easily off of them. Including his own reflection, which…didn’t seem so bad in her eyes, if he was honest. Warm. Cozy. Inviting. Those were the first thoughts that came to mind. He watched as Chell took a deep breath.

“You’re perfect. Just the way you are.”

Wheatley froze, feeling his heart skip a beat. He fought back the urge to burst into tears then and there, but he could still feel them coming on. He tried to mask it with a brief, uncertain chuckle.

“Chell…” His voice broke. He could already feel the tears streaming down his cheeks. Mission failed. He supposed it was for the best.

“You…you think you’re so clever, don’t you? Throwing my words right back at me…?”

She smiled back at him, shrugging.

“Not really. But it's the truth.”

It was Chell’s turn to be surprised as Wheatley suddenly rested his head on her shoulder. Within a few seconds, he started openly sobbing. Chell pulled him into a hug, letting him bury his face into her chest. She could feel it getting soaked in tears and potential snot, but it didn't matter. Not right now. Not ever.

After some time had passed, she could finally hear his gut-wrenching sobs begin to subside. She gently grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back. She needed him to be looking at her for this.

“Wheatley. Do you remember what you told me while we were dancing?”

Wheatley sniffed, wiping off his tear-stricken face with one of his sleeves. Evidently, he didn't seem to care about the state of his outfit either.

“When I…said you were radiant? Dropdead gorgeous?”

“And?”

Wheatley’s face was starting to turn red again.

“That I…meant it?”

“That’s right.”

Chell leaned in a little closer. His face was officially the color of a tomato.

“When I asked you to kiss me…I meant that too.”

There was a pregnant pause, in which nothing happened. Before they knew it, they had already locked lips with each other.

Anyone who asked after that day would never get a straight answer as to who initiated the kiss. The leading theory was that it was Chell. Being the bold one, it made perfect sense. There were, however, three dissenting voices: Rick, Craig, and Calvin, who apparently caught the pair right as they were about to kiss.

“I tell ya, it was the craziest shit I’d ever seen!” Rick would say every single time.

“Chell was just standin’ there, right? Just bored out of her mind, waitin’ for that idiot to make a move on her for once. All of a sudden, he gets this look in his eye. That look all men get when they finally get the ultimate prize: the heart of a lady. He’s got this shit-eatin’ grin forming on his mouth then pow! He takes the leap! Just plants a big one on her lips ‘fore she starts gettin’ second thoughts about givin’ this loser a chance! Think he even started givin’ her tongue at some point….anyway, if I’m perfectly honest, he became a Real Man that day. He was no longer a joke. He earned my respect at long last. Brought a tear to my eye.”

They were not, in fact, standing. Rick’s testimony continues to be a questionable one with all of its conflicting information and “colorful” language. It remains unclear how much of it is actually the truth.

In addition, whenever he is questioned further, he almost always replies with “It should’ve been me.”

Craig, on the other hand, always seems to answer the question of the kiss in riddles.

“Here’s a fact for you: female Black Widows will kill and eat the males of their species on occasion.”

It's never a real answer the first time, so one must always try again.

“A vast majority of bird species will have males with an extremely vibrant and colorful plumage.”

The third time is usually the charm.

“You may refer to facts one and two for your answer.”

‘Better luck next time’ is a phrase you will have to get comfortable with when speaking with Craig.

And then there is Calvin, who gives the most insightful and passionate answers about what it means to love…in the form of space metaphors.

“You ever thought about the cyclical nature of Earth and all the other planets’ many revolutions around our solar system? Take the relationship between the Earth and our moon, for example. The moon orbits us, so no matter what part of it we can or can’t see, we will be able to see the entirety of it at some point. The Earth and moon will always be together, so long as that gravitational force remains. Awesome, right?”

See? A wonderful response. But ultimately useless.

We may never know the answer of who kissed who first. But does it really matter? At the end of the day, all that does matter is that Chell and Wheatley are happy. Together.

#portal 2 #portal #wheatley #chell #portal wheatley #portal 2 wheatley #portal chell #chell portal #chelley #chell x wheatley #portal fanfic #fanfiction #shrimperini #a rare writing post #i dabble in it sometimes #my writing

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altyem · 2 days

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SLIGHT GORE/BLOOD AHEAD

An old, corrupted worker number 313. Black deleted them after they realized what Black really was. But the delegating process was interrupted by some... Strange occurrence, leading to 313's permanent damage.

They go by the name 'Em' or just simply 313. They're about 180cm tall (5'10). Em can be found in the hollow space beneath the Zen room platform. They've been forced to live here for a long time with no way to escape, what forced them to just explore the never-ending darkness. This entity is mostly calm and even lovley if approached quietly and politely. Yet if approached with aggression or anger, they would become startled,leading to the violent and merciless behavior in fear of losing all of their remains. They don't talk much. They nearly don't talk at all. They also hate when it's loud. It's overwhelming and hurts their ears. But they love quiet music. It calms them and silences the voices.

Their relation with Black is... complicated. Black wants to get rid of them sometimes, even if they don't do much. Whenever Black decides to pay Em a little visit, Em would get scared, but not attack. They've learned their lesson. They know better. Sometimes, they would have a normal, mostly one-sided conversation, and sometimes 313 would be destroyed just to regenerate again if Black felt like it.

313's damage as earlier said is permanent. The lost eye and an arm cannot be replaced or healed, even if Em can regenerate on their own, at high pace. Sadly this requires a lot of energy and they sometimes pass out when regenerating. Their body is too weak to handle this much energy usage in this short time.

Also a better thing- before the 'banishment' they've been given an emotional support octopus plushie instead of a Bucket, since Em had some sensory issues which Black couldn't fix (or didn't want to). They keep the plushie close at all times as if it was the last thread of their sanity and humanity. They have a fear of becoming heartless and hollow body with no mind. They would do anything to stay the way they are now. Also, their hair is fluffy and soft :]

Okay I hope it's fine :3 I've spent quite a lot of time on this and to be honest I'm pround of how it turned out. Hope y'all like it ^^

@blackkatdraws2 for the perfect idea of yours :3

#the stanley parable #tsp #tsp blank scripts au #oc au #313 #my poor bebe is corrupted :[

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4thwallbreakerdraws · 2 days

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IT IS TIME PEOPLE

Since Kat asked to show off Self-insert OCs for the Blank Script AU, I thought it would be the perfect time to introduce my own self-insert OC to you.

Meet Xaviar Bellon, businessman and employees at Innova Corp. who also works as correspondent between his and Black’s company.

Basic information:

Xaviar is 26 years old, male and goes by he/him. Neck, part of his face and back as well as his complete right arm are replaced through cybernetics. They cannot be removed as they are parts of his body. He’s your typical rich boy who often acts like a snob and putting his main focus on the profit.

Personality:

Like mentioned before Xaviar often comes of as a snob who likes to brag about his wealth. He’s also very cocky to those around him, not afraid to give a snappy comment. However, he’s also a massive coward, immediately losing his entire attitude when he feels like his life is threatened and becoming a nervous wreck. Xaviar does not believe in actions without benefit or rather doesn’t see the significance I’m actions if they don’t benefit him. So love for him is just people wanting to use him or his money, same goes for friendships.

Deep down Xaviar is deeply insecure about his looks and existence. Without money he thinks he’s worth nothing and weak. Ever since he got parts of his body replaced, he also questions if he’s even really human anymore, reacting especially aggressive when someone calls him a robot.

Backstory:

Xaviar grew up in a rich family with two younger brothers. Due to their successful and wealthy status it made them targets in the eyes of people who felt mistreated, gangs and other criminal groups. While his parents always warned him about leaving home without any sort of security, Xaviar ignored them until the day he was kidnapped and held for ransom.

Due to his family refusing to pay ransom, Xaviar was supposed to be killed, but managed to free himself and fight his kidnappers. However this quickly escalated and ended in an explosion that killed almost all of the kidnappers and injured Xaviar heavily.

But even in that condition, his family did not pay his treatment, leaving it to Xaviar to pay everything on his own and making realize then that without money you’re nothing and that it’s the only thing you can rely on.

Despite that however he never founded his own company, instead traveling from company to company who often searched for any way to get rid of him due to his cocky behavior.

His little travel eventually led him to Innova Corp. where every employee immediately started hating him in the span of a few days. However, the boss is too afraid to catch a bad reputation by firing him so this is where Xaviar resides for now. That doesn’t mean however that his boss doesn’t send him to a certain life threatening parable.

Xaviar and the parable:

Before we go into the specific people and how Xaviar thinks of them it should be of note that Xaviar does not like visiting the parable. It creeps him out, it makes him question his sanity and he would rather not think about half the things he witnesses there. Yet he still continues to work there for the money. His job is being the middleman between Innova Corp. and Black, informing the narrator over new business ideas, opportunities and offering some advice.

Black:

Xaviar doesn’t know what exactly it is about the Narrator that creeps him out more. The eyes? The height? The weird heavy feeling he gets whenever he’s around? Maybe all of it. Fact is that the Narrator has his whole respect and attention whenever he grazes Xaviar with his presence.

Stanley:

Now Stanley is another story. His introverted attitude and slightly malnourished look don’t exactly make Xaviar respect him in any way, if anything he’s below him. Still, Xaviar is aware of Blacks and Stanley’s relationship and therefore does his best to be as nice as possible to Stanley in the Narrators presence. That fake smile however immediately drops when they are alone.

The Children:

The stuff of Caviars nightmares. You would have to pay him very good money to get him anywhere near these monstrosities. Unfortunately he had a meeting with one right on his first day in the parable which left him a bit traumatized even though he didn’t even saw it’s face. If anything keeps Xaviar out of the lower levels, it’s them.

The Maiden:

While they are still creepy to Xaviar, he doesn’t fear them as much as any the Children. They are robots, they work on calculations and orders. He knows as long as he doesn’t accidentally get on Blacks bad side, he doesn’t need to fear them. They even protect him. So he’s a lot more relaxed with them. At least after he got used to them randomly showing up out of now where.

Mariella:

Much like Stanley, he doesn’t have an ounce of respect for her, but he stays away. There is something about this woman that makes him think that she wouldn’t hesitate to stab or beat him up right in the spot.

I don’t know Xaviar, maybe it’s because you have a very punchable personality

Other Blank Script AU Self Inserts and Xaviar:

Sies ( @corelex):

Since Sies gives him a similar vibe to Black, he is decent enough to know when to back off with the short jokes. Yet, he also doesn’t get as appalled from her as from the others, as he understands her to some degree or at least what it’s like to be judged based on rumors. He’s also trying to get to hire her as her bodyguard but fails miserably.

Steve ( @xandyprojects):

While the chef is by far one of the most neutral inhabitants of the parable, Xaviar can’t help but get slightly nervous whenever he takes a knife in his hand. Steve’s no food gets wasted rule and his spoiled mannerisms also slightly clash which often ends in him getting picked up like a wet cat.

To you others out there, I’m always happy to let our sillies interact more🫵