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arieslost · 1 month

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i have an oscar thot 😋

imagine oscar fucking reader in front of a mirror as "punishment" for being a tease all day and he's being all "look at the mess you're making of yourself", maybe a little overstim 🤭🤭

(ignore this if it's a bit much i'm just feeling self indulgent rn, maybe it's that new photoshoot lmao)

anon this was delicious. thank u for sending this in, i went feral for this and wrote it all in one sitting at midnight so i hope it’s good 😩

18+ content (smut & one instance of choking) under the cut, MDNI!!

mirror | op81

you knew exactly what you were doing. every teasing touch, whether to your boyfriend’s biceps encased in his suit jacket or up the expanse of his thighs under the table, was calculated; a means to an end that would hopefully leave you gasping for air at the end of the night. yet when oscar finally grabs your arm and drags you to the car, your heart still begins to race.

he keeps his grip on you all the way home, all the way through the door, all the way down the hall to the bedroom. you’re quick to sit on the bed, leaning back on your hands and pushing your chest forward to entice oscar more than you know you already have.

you expect him to stalk towards you, rip your clothes off, and do whatever he pleases with you. it’s what you want; you know it, and he certainly knows it. instead, he takes his time closing the distance to you. he takes far too long to turn on the bedside lamp, giving you a coy smile the whole time. he takes his time maneuvering himself between your legs and cupping your face in his hands before leaning down and placing a searing kiss on your lips that only escalates as he reaches behind you to unzip your dress.

he gets you naked with practiced ease, shedding his jacket and white button up as you make yourself comfortable against the pillows and let your eyes slide over every inch of his newly exposed skin like you’ve never seen him naked before. he completely bypasses your lips when he joins you on the bed, moving directly to your neck, lightly biting and sucking marks into your delicate skin.

the only warning sign of your impending punishment goes mostly unnoticed— you go to put your hands in his hair, and he doesn’t let you. he disguises it well, though; he simply laces your fingers with his own as his lips continue their downward descent before finally reaching their destination between your legs. that thoroughly distracts you, and he knows your body so well that he has you on the edge before you can comprehend the fact that he’s being so nice to you.

“oscar, ‘m close, don’t stop—” you’re saying, and then he’s doing the exact opposite, retracting himself from you entirely.

he’s being so surprisingly romantic about this that when he’s gone, your eyes fly open to stare at him in disbelief. he simply licks his lips and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before fixing you with a look of faux sympathy.

“oh, i’m sorry, did you think you were getting rewarded for the shit you were pulling all night?”

there it is.

your breath gets caught in your throat as he stands up and walks to the corner of the room where your full length mirror that you always use for fit checks stands. he picks it up and places it against the wall directly across from the bed before he turns his attention back to you. “cat got your tongue, honey?”

“i- i’m—”

“don’t waste my time. hands and knees facing the mirror, now.”

you bite your lip, heart knocking against your chest in anticipation. he’s never fucked you in front of a mirror before, and while you’d rather look at him than yourself, that’s how you know that your mission was successful.

you situate yourself on all fours like he told you, looking down at the way your hands are spread over the duvet as he gets back on the bed behind you, hands sliding down your back and over your ass.

“think you can just get away with being such a tease?” when you don’t answer, he reaches up to fist your hair and tugs harshly. “answer, or i’m going to leave you here all needy and desperate.”

“no, don’t wanna get away with it.” you say immediately, and he scoffs.

“oh, i see. so you want to be punished.” you try to nod, and he pulls your hair again. “god, you’re such a brat.”

“‘m your brat, though,” is all you can think to say, and luckily he seems to like that because he loosens his grip on your hair and leans down to press a kiss between your shoulder blades.

“fuck yeah, you are. now pick your head up.” he instructs, pointing towards your reflections in the mirror. “i don’t want you looking anywhere but right there. if you look down once, i’m stopping. got it?”

“yes,” you reply, pushing yourself back against him. “please, oscar—”

“behave,” he warns, before he’s pushing into you without any notice and your mind just goes completely blank.

you almost look down immediately, nearly unable to keep your eyes on the mirror when he feels so good inside of you and you finally have what you wanted since you saw him looking nothing short of tantalizing in his suit. neither of you have ever been fans of all the fancy events, but you’d happily go to a million more if the night always ends like this.

oscar doesn’t hold back at all, immediately setting a blistering pace that has you gripping the sheets even harder than you already were. you chance a look at him in the mirror, and you can’t hold back the moan that escapes you when you see how good he looks behind you. the longer strands of hair sticking to his forehead, the slight flush of his cheeks and chest from exertion, the way his eyes meet yours in the mirror and a breathless laugh escapes him when you tell him you’re close again.

“go ahead, baby, let go f’me.” he says, and you do with a cry of his name, fighting against your instincts to collapse as your legs shake and his hips slow, helping you ride it out.

but this is still a punishment, so he only gives you a few moments reprieve before picking right back up, making you yelp.

“no, no, too sensitive, please,” you manage to say, and he reaches forward to wrap a hand around your throat and pull you up so your back is flush against his chest.

“what did you say?” he asks, and when you open your mouth to respond his hand tightens just enough that you can still breathe, but you can’t get words out. “that’s what i thought. just take it and keep your eyes on the mirror.”

you obey silently, wishing that you weren’t blocking him now because he looks beautiful even when he’s disheveled like this and you… well, you look like a complete disaster. oscar seems to come to the same conclusion, because he keeps talking, lips brushing against your ear as he continues to rail you within an inch of your life.

“look at the mess you’re making of yourself,” he whispers, free hand snaking down your front and slipping between your legs. “what happened to my pristine, put together girl from earlier, huh? posing so prettily for all those pictures. now look at you.”

letting out a whimper at his words, you have no choice but to look. you’ve never watched yourself get fucked, but you know you’ve never looked this out of it before. your vision is blurry from tears of pleasure, but you can see the mascara running down your cheeks. your hair is a mess from oscar grabbing it, and your jaw is completely slack. you bring a hand up to curl around his wrist so he doesn’t let go of your throat. if he wasn’t holding on to you, you’d be face down and too out of it to care about his threat of stopping.

and maybe you like having his hand there too.

“oscar,” you say, voice hoarse from his grip. “i-i think i’m—”

“fuck, i feel it.” he grits out when you clench around him. “you can give me one more, yeah?”

“mhmm, for you,” you moan out, head falling back against his shoulder.

he doesn’t even care, a higher pitched moan escaping his mouth that tells you he’s not going to last much longer. “that’s right, all for me, all mine. my little fuckin’ tease.”

his words send you over the edge again, and you feel all your energy leave your body as your second orgasm takes everything out of you and leaves you slumped against his body as he follows suit, falling forward and barely holding himself up above you when you fall limp onto the mattress. you can feel his heavy breaths against the side of your face as he pulls out of you and rolls to the side so he can lay face down as well and get his eyes on you.

he flashes his polite cat smile at you, and you smile back, finding it hard to comprehend that this cutie with the side of his face smushed against the mattress is the same guy that just had you seeing stars mere seconds ago.

“still with me, honey?” he asks softly, reaching out and running his fingers down your spine.

you shiver at his touch, nodding slowly. “the mirror?”

he has the audacity to blush. “caught my eye when we first came in here and i went with it.”

you touch his flushed cheek, brushing his hair out of his face. “i should tease you more often.”

he tries to give you a menacing look, but with half his face squished it doesn’t work very well. you both dissolve into giggles, and as he kisses you softly, you start thinking about what you can do next time to make him get the mirror again.

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lucifersimp333 · 1 year

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Punishment For A Party Animal

18+ ONLY

MINORS DO NOT READ

NSFW

~Reader is female~

MC and the brothers get a little too crazy at a party, and Lucifer gets jealous. Time for your punishment!

TW: Rough sex, smacking, spanking, choking, slut shaming/ name calling.

Today is Diavolo's birthday, so of course Barbatos would throw a mind-blowing party for the young master to let loose for him and his closest friends. Bottles on top of bottles of demonus fill the tables, and Barb even snagged a bunch of human world alcohol just for you.

About 2 hours into the party and everyone is plastered. You've been drinking your favorite alcoholic drink the whole night, you can barely see straight and you're slurring your words. " Oi! Human! Come dance with me!" Mammon had a few too many as well. He stumbles his way to the dance floor with you. Lucifer and Diavolo are sipping their drinks, chit chatting away when Lucifer looks to his right. He notices you standing on a table top, shaking your ass to the music.

You were having a good ol' time! You love to dance, especially when you're drunk. Mammon and Asmo are cheering you on and decide to hop on the table with you. Asmo gives you a smack on the butt as you're twerking away on the table. All the other brothers are laughing along and dancing around the table. You hop off the table and hit the dance floor with Mammon, and Mammon, being the drunk mess that he is, is dancing behind you, practically grinding on you. You're unaware of how close he is just because you are just THAT drunk. Belphie is dancing in front of you, one arm on your shoulder and his other hand holding a bottle of demonus. You're laughing with the brothers having the most fun you've had in a long time.

Diavolo sees you dancing and laughs. " I'm glad she's able to have fun in Devildom, aren't you Lucifer?" Lucifer has his eyes glued on you, ears getting hot with anger. Seeing his drunk brothers all over you is infuriating him. How could you be so oblivious to his brothers practically drooling over you? His pride never allowed him to admit his true feelings towards you, but he wants to give you a piece of his mind. He wishes he could touch you, grind on you, dance and be sloppy with you, but his pride simply won't allow it.

He turns to Diavolo and gives him a hollow smile " Yes, she is having fun. Isn't she?" Lucifer's pride also isn't allowing him to do much, which angers him even more. He wishes he could let loose like his brothers and you. His anger builds as he pours another cup of demonus and watches with jealous eyes.

The night dies down and its time to go back to the HOL. You're helping Mammon walk home with one of his arms around your shoulders, but you can barely walk straight yourself. You and the brothers are obnoxiously loud, laughing the whole way home. Lucifer is walking behind you all, and trips a little bit once in a while without anyone knowing. He's just as hammered as the rest of you, but he's silent with rage and doesn't say a word the whole way home.

You all make it to the front door and in to the main hall. " Levi, help Mammon to his room. I am walking MC to her room." Mammon whines " awwww come on! I want MC to bring me to my room, not some fucking nerd!" Lucifer ignores Mammons slurred protest and grabs your arm and guides you to your room.

You feel his fingers grip on to your arm and it's actually starting to hurt. " Did you have fun at the party Luciiiii?" You say as you trip over your own feet. Lucifer looks down at you and looks straight ahead once again. " You had more fun than me, clearly." You give him a puzzled look. " wha...? You didn't have fun?" You ask. As he walks, he slightly bumps into the wall due to him not being able to walk a straight line himself, and you let out a laugh. " You liar! You DID have fun! Just look at you, cant even walk straight!" The empty hallways get filled with your drunken laughter. Unfortunately for you, you didn't realize you accidentally hurt his pride a little bit by making fun of him. God be with you because this punishment is going to be rough.

You're so plastered you didn't even realize you walked past your room, and you've now entered his bedroom. " What're we doing in here Luci?" You say turning to him. He closes the door behind him and locks it. He grabs you by your throat and slams you against the wall. He places his lips in front of yours, not kissing you but speaking against your lips. " The audacity my human has. Do you think you could go whoring around in front of everyone? Using my pride against me?" You struggle to breathe, you grab on to his wrists as you fight for air. Your eyes get teary while looking in to his lustful gaze. He lets go of your neck and you fall to your knees on the floor, panties start to flood with your slick. You can't help but be turned on by being man handled. He knows you like being treated like a ragdoll, he knows exactly what fires you up and breaks you down.

You grab a fistful of your hair and makes you stand up on your feet. " You want to act like a whore?" With his hand still gripping on to your hair, he walks you over and throws you on his bed. " Well, you're going to be punished like a whore."

He makes you lay face down ass up and pulls your skirt off your body and throws it across the room. With one hand, he rips your dripping wet panties off your body. He pulls your head up by grabbing your hair again and shoves your panties in to your mouth. " You fucking slut, just taste how wet you've gotten already." He shoves your panties deeper in to your mouth. " You like when I hurt you, don't you?". He takes his hand out of your mouth and cocks his arm back and plants a forceful smack across your ass, making you moan through the panties in your mouth.

While on your stomach, he literally tears your shirt and bra off your torso and strips himself of his clothes. He rubs both of his hands on your ass cheeks in a circular motion. " Mmmmm, what a delicious ass you have." You takes his ungloved hand and gives your ass another ear piercing spank, causing you to let out another whimpery moan. "Looks even better painted red.", he growls. He continues to spank your ass until it's bruised a pretty purple, watching your slick drip down your thighs. Your legs tremble from the pleasureable pain inflicted on your ass, and you pussy is begging for more.

He throws you around to where you're on your back and shoves your legs on his shoulders. He begins lapping at your folds with his tongue, sucking up all the slick producing from you. You grip the sheets and bite down on the panties that are in your mouth, gifting him dozens of muffled moans. He pops his head up and smacks you across the face. " You're not allowed to cum yet, keep quiet." You try your best to remain silent, but you feel pressure rising in your heat. Your try to squirm to bring some sort of relief, but he then pins your hips down in the bed to prevent any movement.

You can't take it anymore, your legs tighten and you grip the sheets harder, squirting in his face. With the front of his hair and face wet, he stands up slowly and looks down on you. " You whore,what did I say?!" He gives you another smack across your face and takes the panties out of your mouth. He grabs both of your arms and pulls you forward and pushing you on your knees. He stands in front of you and shoves his dick on your mouth. He grabs your hair and makes you choke down his dick. " That's right, that's my good little human." He leans his head back, exposing his adams apple as he makes you choke on his dick some more. You put your hands on the back of his thighs and try to take his dick all the way down your throat, only to gag and pull your mouth away. "Awwww, look at you. Going above and beyond, trying to please me, choking back tears. Have you finally learned your lesson? Hm?" You nod your head. Your mascara is running down your cheeks, you cover your mouth to cover your cough.

He picks you up and tosses you on the bed to where you're laying on your back. He puts your legs on his shoulders and slides in to your weeping hole and begins to fuck you. Without the panties in your mouth, you now have permission to moan as loud as you want. He puts a hand around your throat and squeezes. He keeps his eyes fixed to yours and his mouth slightly open, grunting with everything thrust in to your pussy. He feels your walls tighten and he gives a devilish grin " That right you slut, cum for me." You cum on his rock hard cock as he continues to thrust. Despite treating you like a piece of meat, he wants to you feel a release. He lets go of your throat and begins thrusting inside you. Shortly after you see his eyes roll to the back of his head, filling you up with his hot cum.

He sits on the bed, back leaning on his headboard and you pulls you to his lap. He rests your head on his chest and pets your hair. He dips his head down so his mouth is next to your ear. " Remeber MC, you are mine. You will always be mine, and I don't ever want my brothers thinking anything otherwise ever again." He pulls your chin up and looks into your eyes. " Since I reminded you that you're mine, I expect you to behave accordingly from now on, understood?" You nod your head in agreement, eyelids heavy from all the excitement you endured. He gives you a kiss on your lips and puts your head back on his chest.

Deep down, a part of him hopes you misbehave again in the future.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me smut #obeymensfw

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danineedshelp · 2 months

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Mr Grumpy is ticklish?

Heads up: I know for a fact you guys will like this....I think

Context: The God's have spoken (lol) it's time husk got that gross ass look off his face [jk] Angel wants to mess with the good ol bartender but things start to get messy when the cat doesn't answer the spider

Warning: includes tickling and some cussing (NSFW DNI)

A whole normal new day in hell or is it,As the spider walks down the hall he thinks about what he should do for the day I mean it's not like Val is gonna call em today he's off so ya for him! Okay Angel really did need to get his mind straight what the hell was he gonna do today?

He couldn't go talk to Al he was off in his own world, Charlie and Vaggie were on another date and Husk...wait husk wasn't doing anything right now actually he was still at the bar

"So go talk to husk?" Angel went in deep thought for sec or which what he thought was a sec which wasn't because it took more than a minute ,so if you would look at him he'd look like he was dead inside

"Okay go talk to husky....Oh wait shit where is he!?" Apparently husk went somewhere else when angel was thinking "Oh great..now I have to look for him." So as the spider did searching for the kitten who'd gone loose

Didn't take long to find him he was in his room with an unlocked door "Oh Husky~" Angel acting all flirterish usually catches the cat's attention but apparently today was different "Husk?" Angel stepped closer to the cat laying on his stomach "Hey baby you alive?" yes the cat was awake and living but still he didn't answer "Hey!" Angel got on to husk's back "Dont ignore your favorite spider~" That got husk attention.

He flinched a little before trying to turn over to look at angeldust "Oh so now you wanna look at me what's with you ,are you okay?" Husk ignored him again and just layed his head back on his pillow. Angel became a little frustrated while puffing up his cheek "Hey I just said don't ignore me and get the grumpy look of you face!" Angeldust then began fastly poking husk's sides out of frustration .

Husk was not expecting that he actually was so surprised he accidentally squeaked and started giggling "Why are you laughing?Nothing's funny" Angel started moving his fingers up and down the laughing man's sides "Unless.....your ticklish *gasp* you ticklish husky?

"Cause if you are I'm never letting you live up to this!" Husk's laughter went up an octave just because of that little bitty tease. Angel started going under the the kitten's stomach which tickled more to husk than he thought it would "Hahahahaangel donhahahnt you dare!" Angel chuckled evilly "don't I dare do what...This?" Angel fully put his fingers below and started scribbling rapidly on the base of Husk's stomach

"EEEHAHAAHAANGELNOHOHOSTOP!"___"Aww why does it tickle? Angel already knew the answer to that question he just wanted to spice up a little with a small tease! Angel then flipped the poor kitty over and stopped tickling him for a moment "Awww you should see your face its so adorable looking!"

The panting cat looked at the evil spider with a wobbly smile hoping his torture was over[SPOILER: it wasn't] Angel giggled "This will be for ignoring me!" Husk was about to answer him until he felt angel's mouth make the raspberry noise on his weak stomach

And when I tell you i'm pretty sure all of hell heard the ginormous giggly squeal Husk made I'm not lieing .Husk went into huge hysterics and started squirming violently trying his best to escape the tickle monster that was above him right now (it didn't work)

Angel just chuckled and kept blowing multiple raspberries into husk's stomach before he completely stopped which felt like ages to husker "Damn you okay?" Angel was a bit concerned for his victim unfortunately husk couldn't answer due to how broken he was

Angel pet husk's head to comfort him "I'll come back later to tickle yuh more you cutie" Angel then stood up gave the kitten a little kiss on the forehead and left the still gigging kitten to rest.

____________ Well that was something __________________ ☠️ _____

Hope you guys enjoyed reading! I CAN'T WRITE ANYMORE IM BORED AS FUCK

P.S I'll probably add more later (but that's a surprise)

#sfw tickling community #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel tickles #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel #ler!angeldust #lee!husk #hazbin hotel tickling #ticklish!husk

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b0g-b0y · 1 year

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Soap x male reader

ANGST/Fluff.

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Joking with Soap was something y/n did often, mostly him jokingly making fun of you, and y/n always being jokingly upset about it. These types of situations when these two mess around tend to get loud, full of yelling and laughter would fill their surroundings. It was almost a daily occurrence at this point. Sometimes Gaz or Price would join in on messing around, it was a highlight of y/n's day.

But nothing lasts forever. Y/n noticed that Soap became more and more distant, he’d try and ignore it trying to find every reason there was that it wasn’t happening. Trying to ignore the feeling of loneliness seeping into him, maybe it was his fault, maybe Soap just wanted to spend more time with Ghost after all they are good friends. Soap is allowed to have friends and hang out with other people, he was a social guy after all. It was fine, it would be ok, y/n doesn’t need to talk to Soap everyday. So he’d find himself hanging out with Gaz and Price more but it wasn’t the same, his heart didn’t flutter around them as much, he didn't laugh so hard he couldn’t breathe around those two. It was different.

Soon days turned into weeks of not speaking or even seeing Soap. Being mature about what unfolded in front of him didn’t last the reasons he’d built would crumble to the ground. It hit y/n hard, he didn’t want to be alone again, he didn't want to feel this way. Y/n has recently found himself spending more time by himself working well and when he wasn’t. He would retreat to the safety of his room, especially before dinner. When dinner hit y/n would get himself a plate and would eat at a table in the corner. Taking breaks from looking at the barely eaten food your eyes scanned the place, only to see Soap, Ghost, Gaz and Price eating without him. The food you didn’t really touch already looked less appetizing, he didn't feel hungry anymore. He knew the rule that all plates must be finished but he didn’t seem to care he’d just trade his plat for some still hungry recuts empty one and get out of there.

Y/n's mood was soar. Seeing Soap with Ghost so often together filled something within him full of hatred towards Ghost. And Ghost definitely noticed. Of course Ghost would notice the change after all you used to treat him so kindly and now you treat him like he shoved a stick up your ass. Y/n decided to just leave Ghost alone, slowly leading up to Leaving Gaz and Price alone. Until he was all alone nobody but him, he’d train by himself something he used to do with Gaz, he’d eat alone sometimes he’d do with the whole team. No more late tea times with Ghost and no more Soap. He cut everyone off. And for a few weeks no one seemed to notice y/n still did his job and got things done but besides that he was alone he’d do everything alone leave him with his thoughts. You're not good enough, annoying brat, bitch, pathetic, you’re alone because no one likes you. You’re replaceable, Soap replaced you, Soap hates you, Soap only talks to you because he feels sorry about how pathetic you are. Tears streamed down your face, your body curled into a ball and slightly shaking. That's how most nights turned into.y/n didn’t even bother with going to dinner anymore.

Gaz was the one to bring it up at dinner, not Soap but Gaz.” Have any of you seen y/n recently? Have seen the guy in a while.” Gaz spoke. “Nope, haven't seen the lad.” Soap responded. Price just nodded his head. Ghost didn’t say anything he’d seen you in the halls and leaving the gym though you looked like shit not his problem to fix. Gaz was the one to go to your room and ask you to hang out. You went to his room Gaz said it would be a nice change of scenery. The both of you just laid on the floor doodling stuff on paper or just coloring in a coloring book. Gaz had a few of them he’d liked to color when he got too stressed and would relax well doing the activiti. It was peaceful between you too both sitting in comfortable silence enjoying each other's company, until a loud knock was heard on Gazs door. It was Soap because he didn’t wait for an answer and just opened up the door.” Gaz! You up for a movie night?” Soap said.” Who else is going?” Gaz replied before returning to his coloring.” Ghost! And Price I think.” Soap answered.” I’ll pass Soap. I'm hanging out with y/n right now and don't want to leave them.” Gaz looks up at Soap. It was clear that Soap didn’t notice your presence until now, he looked nervous.” I thought he’d be too busy to hang out these days, always doing work recently.”Soap said, it was clearly his fault y/n couldn’t always be the one coming to him when he wanted to see him, it couldn't be one-sided. You didn’t speak, you already spilled your heart out to Gaz and had a good cry about it.” Soap you’re the one that’s been stuck to Ghost these past days, didn't even bother to talk to your other friends and dropped them without a notice.” Gaz sounded annoyed he just wanted Soap to leave. Soap thought about what Gaz said for a moment before he came in and sat down next to you both he only asked Gaz so far about having a movie night.” Sorry about that y/n didn’t realize I left ya behind.” Soap said before pulling out a small notebook in his pocket to draw in.” Can we watch the labyrinth?” You mumbled out. All of you ended up on Gazs bed with his laptop playing the movie. Soap was confused the whole time silently asking questions about the movie. Gaz fell asleep halfway through and y/n would accidentally fall asleep a little bit after Gaz. Soap only noticed when you didn’t reply to his question. He pulled you closer to his chest so the both of you could slightly lay down after shutting the laptop. In your sleep you’d snuggle closer to him. In the morning somehow Gaz ended up on the floor well both you and Soap took the bed.

#cod x male reader #cod x male!reader #x male reader #john soap mactavish x male reader #soap mactavish #mw2 soap x male!reader #soap mw2 #gaz cod

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lamemaster · 3 months

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The fucking elf of my dreams

Pairing: Finrod x GN Reader

Genre: Spyverse

Summary: You have been dreaming of an obnoxious elf and Finrod Felagund of Arda has been hearing an exasperated voice in his mind.

AN: This was so fun :))) hapi hapi hapi (Based on a poll long ago where @a-contemplation-upon-flowers suggested this-)

The elf in your dreams is an idiot. Trusting any moving thing, unable to shut up when needed, and piss poor disguises," he was annoying to the point of exhaustion.

You had, on several occasions, resorted to screaming sense into him, but the elf in your dreams seemed to be completely oblivious, if not averse to your words.

How did these weird dreams come to be? You have no fucking idea. Perhaps you were finally losing your mind after messing around for so long.

Finrod heard noises in his head. A loud screaming voice that he has come to name his conscience.

"Fuck can you shut up," The voice sighed in exhaustion almost. "Let the other blondie deal with it man," the voice muttered clearly talking about Angrod.

Standing before Thingol, Finrod ignores the voice and narrates the truth that had conspired on the shores of Alqualonde. The voice sighs, and Finrod barely conceals his wince as a string of curses echo in his mind.

And for days after that, the voice is quiet. Almost sulking. which is better than Angrod, who is throwing dirty looks his way.

Looking at the bleary-eyed men, you could see the awe in their eyes had you not witnessed the authentic Finrod Felagund for past years, you might have felt the same.

"Bro, that's freaky stop," you fail to look away from the scene of your dreamy elf sitting there and putting on a whole ass musical from a bunch of sleeping people.

Did he really think he was a Disney princess or something? The music is cool and all, but for godsake, Finrod is random AF.

It doesn't take long for the golden retriever to make friends with men. And yes, you do lecture him over the panic attack over discovering men sleeping with eyes closed.

"Build some weaponry for goodness," you mutter as you see Finrod lug another treasure chest full of his gems. "You can't fight with your pretty headpieces," the elf as usual ignored you, and at this point, you would have thought that he could not hear your rambling if not for the slight tremor of laughter in his body whenever you so much as uttered a word.

The King of Nargothrond prepares for another onslaught of curses as he senses Beor's heavy footsteps coming his way.

"Are you for real?" You huff in annoyance. "Why not accumulate an entire empire in the secret city? Just why..." The voice groans.

Perhaps Finrod would have been offended at your treatment of his dear friend if not for the coying fragrance of envy that seems to accompany your complaints.

"You sleep a lot these days..." Your partner, Jack was looking down at you from where you lay on the couch. Even upside down you could see the amused glimmer in his eyes.

You were indeed sleeping a lot. Napping when you could. All to witness the obnoxious elf in your dreams.

You had just woken up from another one. One where another man with a familiar emerald ring showed up with a favor to ask of your elf.

And shit was going down. That idiot.

Lifting the corners of your lips in a smile you conceal the anxiety that the supposedly relaxing nap had built in your system. "Maybe because I am pregnant with your child."

A cushion lands on your face, followed by a vase.

Jack clearly did not appreciate your humor. Not as the elf in your dreams did.

"Target the maw, it is the only vulnerable spot you can aim for" he hears it. The voice is back.

"The day we meet Finrod Felagund, I shall bind you to me, you are not to wander the face of this world alone. Not for your own good."

You do not look away. You witness every second of the elf of your dreams breaking apart in the dark halls of villains you cannot protect him from.

His nimble fingers grasp on the beast's fur with a force, you've never seen him exhibit. And then he rips the monster apart with his bare hands.

By the end of the fight, there are punctured wounds in his body, blood covers the cold hard floor your elf lay panting on. His companions are long dead. The man is gone. He is alone. Dying.

You weren't a stranger to death, you have delivered many to its door. You've almost met yours a dozen times. But his death is the most unnatural shit you have witnessed.

Sitting cross-legged by his cooling body you continue talking as you have done for decades."That day, you, Finrod Felagund will answer all my questions and obey all my commands." For the first time, Finrod sees the faint outline of your features before his vision fades into the dark and his fea floats in the sea of oblivion.

That night you wake up drenched in sweat, almost choking on your vomit. Fuck Felagund, you wipe the annoying tears streaming down your face.

Your death is swift. Finrod barely makes it to his dream before he watches you crumble as a sharp piece of metal embeds itself in your head.

Your eyes never meet his, given that you are not aware of his presence. Your legs falter and in a fleeting moment, you plop down on the unforgivingly unyielding ground.

You are the voice. Ever since his rebirth in Valinor, he had dreamt of you. Unlike you, he has kept you in the dark about his presence.

His life is different from yours. Your hands are full of blood of men, he does not know about.

After years of watching you, Finrod has come to know you as the master of disguise. He has witnessed your battle cries as you assassinate men of power.

And on frigid nights as you sit nursing a glass of wine, Finrod has found his name scribbled on a piece of paper. In those moments, when you are alone, Finrod barely clings to the silence of his choice.

After all, what does he, Finrod Felagund owe you?

That is the case, until the streets of Tirion brim with hushed whispers. Until Tulkas' Maiar are seen looking around the markets. Maiar of Mandos following them with anxious frowns upon their foreheads. Until he bumps into a hooded figure.

A small fall that he gets up to apologize for only for him to freeze hearing the familiar notes of "fuck," muttered in a voice he remembers.

#the silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #finrod x reader #finrod felagund #spy reader #happy ending #character death

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WIP Wednesday

Subconscious (Steve's Story)

Summary: Steddie Canon compliant/fix-it fic paired with a corresponding story in Eddie's POV, each chapter happens in tandem with the other. No matter what he does, no matter who he is with or what is happening in the aftermath of their failed battle with Vecna – Steve Harrington can't stop thinking about Eddie Munson. He's even begun to see him in his dreams…

(unbeta'd snippet from Chapter 01. Steve has taken it upon himself to keep track of all of the members of their group as they recover in the aftermath of Vecna, but Dustin is the one that really needs him. He's taking it the hardest out of all of them, and trying to hide it in a way that isn't quite working. After Eddie's death he can usually only be found at his house, in his basement, which at least means Steve always knows where to find him. But it's getting to the point that there needs to be an intervention.)

Two months and nine days after they tried and failed to kill Vecna, Steve Harrington found himself waving marrily to Ms. Henderson as he dragged her son out of their house by his ear. There was lots of loud complaining from the high school sophomore (or soon to be, after this summer. Ask Steve again how old he feels?) so they didn’t get to exchange words of parting. Dustin had that covered in spades.

“Steve! SteveSteve sonofabitch that hurts STEVE! Let me go!” He only obliges after he’s opened the car door and deposited the surly teenager in the passenger seat of his BMW.

“You can scowl at me all you want, but family dinner means family dinner so you’re going,” he reprimands, pointing at him through the window before rounding the vehicle and sliding back behind the wheel. “Next time it would have been Hop coming to drag your ass out of your basement, not me.” And no one wanted that.

Joyce Byers was hosting frequent dinners where all the kids could be in one place, and the newer adults, as well as themselves. All the people who understand what’s really going on in town. It was just as much to keep tabs on the situation as well as making sure everyone in their inner circle still has their head above water. Vecna/Henry/One is not dead. Steve has wrapped his head around this fact, despite the elaborate backstory of how Vecna came to be. He got his four sacrifices, even though Max lived through the ordeal, and the portal was open. The Upside Down was spilling into their own world. But other than that, there have been no moves made. No creatures hunting Hawkins townspeople in the dead of night. (Yet.) But they were not going to be caught unaware, not this time.

However, wrangling a bunch of teenagers who are possibly presenting signs of early onset PTSD was a whole other ballgame that needed addressing. The group as a whole was a mess at the best of times, but they were able to band together and felt stronger when all in the same location. So if Steve’s sole job today was to get Dustin within shouting distance of his friends, albeit against his will, then by God he was going to do it.

The mere fact he had to drag Dustin to the Byer’s place was in and of itself a red flag. It wasn’t like him in the slightest.

He’d left Robin with Joyce to help get things set up, for this very reason. Steve and Dustin needed to talk. They’ve done a lot of talking over the past two months, but this was starting to reach a worrying level of solitude.

“Dude, you have to talk to me,” Steve tells him, after five minutes of straight silence. Not even the radio on in the background. “You can’t keep doing this. Trust me.” He puts emphasis in his tone and in the solid hand on his shoulder that he can relate, that he’s been here before, through slightly different circumstances. “If you keep ignoring your friends, eventually… they stop calling.” For him, it had been on purpose. Leaving Tommy and Carol and ‘King Steve’ in the dusty halls of Hawkins High where they belonged. But Dustin was doing it out of grief, and he needed those other knuckleheads. They needed each other.

“They wouldn’t do that,” Dustin mumbles, but his threat had gotten the kid’s attention.

Steve sighs. “No, they wouldn’t, and I wouldn’t let them. But hiding in your room listening to metal and not talking to your friends is not how you’re going to get through this.”

“That’s not all I’m doing,” he defends.

“Oh really?” Steve challenges. Drawing Dustin out of his shell with baited words like it was his day job, it worked every time. “What, pray tell, is there to do in that basement besides ruin your eardrums and make illegal spy radios?”

“Hey, we’re going to need those radio frequencies! Someone has to get them set up and ready before –”

The car goes quiet, and Steve finds it suddenly hard to swallow. And Dustin, never one to leave the unspoken alone, finishes his sentence with a dead-like tone that breaks Steve’s heart to fucking pieces.

“ – before next time.”

Because of course there will be a next time, this isn’t over. They all know it.

God damn it all. These kids shouldn’t be living their lives with the next battle constantly hanging over their heads. It isn’t fair. Steve leans his elbow against the open car window and rubs at the blossoming headache behind his eyes. They are kids… just fucking kids. They shouldn’t be mourning dead friends and preparing for war. It isn’t right.

“Steve?” Dustin breaks the quiet, because even when he is trying to be the adult Steve still can’t get his shit together. “I’m trying. I am.”

“I know you are, buddy,” he says quietly, and the sentiment reflects in his own voice. They’re all trying.

“I just can’t pretend that we aren’t waiting for the other shoe to drop. Vecna is still out there, the portal is still open.” He’s looking down at his knees instead of out the window. From pretty much anywhere in Hawkins they could see the eerie glow of downtown, hear the helicopters in the distance, taste the stale air as the dark particles drift further and further on the wind with each passing day. “And… I still miss him.”

Eddie.

Dustin had watched Eddie die. A friend and person he looked up to, a hero in his eyes before he ever became one in that field, and he’d died right there next to him. Even without the threat of the next big one coming at them – that isn’t an easy thing to forget. It’s not something he can just shake off.

And Steve wouldn’t ask it of him, no one had any right to.

“I do, too.” It’s the first time he’s even admitted it to himself, and this time when he reaches over and puts a hand on Dustin’s shoulder the quiet isn’t so tense or full of resentment. “I really do.”

Not in the same way; they had all built different friendships, and seen different sides of each other, during the days they fought Vecna’s curse. But those few days felt the length of a lifetime, and Steve mourns the loss of the people that should be there with them every time Joyce hosts dinner. As if he'd actually known them all his life.

Maybe that’s why Dustin doesn’t want to go.

“We aren’t the only ones,” Steve tells him, assures and holds tight to the fact it’s true. It should be true. He and Dustin aren’t the only ones that miss Eddie. Sure, it’s hard with Max in a coma and the pure relief at seeing Hopper alive after having a fucking funeral for him the year prior. It’s a tangled web of feelings that Steve isn’t the best at navigating, but he’s good at being there. He’s good at standing in one place and holding anyone up that can’t seem to find their footing. Like now. “Talk to them tonight. You’ll see.”

“Will hadn’t even met Eddie before,” Dustin reminds him, sadly.

“Will would have loved Eddie.” Steve gives him a look when it’s safe to do so, a long stretch of road that’s a mere block from the Byer’s house. “I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to listen.” And that gets a small smile out of the kid beside him, thinking about all the stories that would catch Will’s attention and remind the others of the good times. That’s what they should be remembering about Eddie, their dumb Dungeons and Dragons games. Not the demobats. Not the wanted posters. All the trash people say to this day. That wasn’t the Eddie Munson they knew.

His memory deserves better than that.

tbc

Series Snippets: - Dreamwalker (Eddie’s Story) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) - Subconscious (Steve’s Story) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

#st spoilers for season 04 #wip wednesday #dreamwalker subconscious series #this is just a snippet #snippets no one asked for #steddie #eventually I promise #cw grief #cw character death mentioned #ptsd steve in the house #katyswriting #there's a lot of cursing in these two stories. They use profanity like adjectives

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Part 9 -> link to whole fic If you playing me that mean my home aint home

I'm not 100% how this is going to turn out, there's so much ambiguity when it comes to the timeline with these two. Already I think it's slightly messed up because in the movies I headcanon this chapter to be at least a week (if not weeks) after Spider was captured, but in the fic it's only a couple of days. We have no idea what they were up to for this time so I'm just making it up as I go!

Spider woke in a warm bed, immediately confused. Someone was talking.

"...wake up kid. Spider!"

He gasped, bolting upright. Quaritch was in front of him - not angry, as Spider expected. He couldn't register what the recom was feeling because his eyes darted around the room, taking in his surroundings. They must be back on base. Back on base, but not in a cell. Interesting.

"Grub's up, follow me." Quaritch instructed, and Spider scrambled to to follow the gigantic man out of the dorm. He rubbed his eyes, trying to make himself look more awake than he felt. Quaritch led them down several corridors, through what must be the living quarters of the base. They passed what looked like training rooms, a gym, science labs and even a couple of offices until they reached the mess. The large hall was thrumming with humans, sat at every table, chatting away without a care in the world. For a moment, Spider couldn't believe how easy they appeared to be living - laughing and smiling with each other as if they weren't trying to invade a whole planet.

Spider noted the cliques as he followed Quaritch over to the food. Science guys sat together - you could tell by the different variations of black lanyards they all wore. Then there were the marines, a sea of camouflage that was in stark contrast to the grey surroundings of the base, as if they could ever blend in on Pandora. It made Spider's skin crawl. He ignored the stares and let the human behind the counter give him huge helpings of everything (on Quaritch's orders).

They walked over to an area near the back of the mess where the benches were double the size of the others. Wainfleet and Savine were already sat, making their way through their own avatar menu. It became clear that Spider wouldn't be able to sit here and reach his food, so he wandered over to the human sized table a few feet away, which was mercifully empty. This seemed to be okay with Quaritch, who he could tell was keeping a close eye on him.

So what had happened last night? When did they get back to base? Spider couldn't remember making his way inside. He must have been completely out of it. Memories of that horrendous ikran flight came flooding back to him, and he cringed when he realised he must have fallen asleep against Quaritch. Immediately repressing that particular fact, he turned his attention to the plate of food in front of him. Some of it was familiar to what he used to eat at the shack, but there was a lot he had never seen before. He stared at his plate, suddenly unsure if he even had an appetite. He knew he should force himself to at least try and eat. He hesitantly started on the rehydrated mashed potato. To his left, the rest of the squad were arriving and greeting each other with tired but excited auras.

"There she is!" Mansk grinned as he took a seat opposite Savine.

Savine grinned back derisively. "Hell yeah I'm here. You finally managed to drag your lazy ass out of bed?"

Mansk feigned concern. "Some of us aren't defeated by flowers."

The other recoms laughed at the reference to Savine's rash.

"You got that seen too?" Quaritch interjected.

"Yeah Colonel, medic just looked at it."

Spider was side eyeing this entire exchange, and even he didn't miss the looks Savine and Mansk shared.

Fike elbowed Mansk knowingly, and the pair grinned.

Spider continued chewing his food, forcing himself onto the vegetarian sausages, ignoring the nausea.

At that moment, cold footsteps announced the arrival of General Ardmore. She stopped short of the avatar table, an expression of grim anger on her face. Spider dropped his cutlery - ready to make a run for it.

"Colonel. May I ask what the boy is doing loose on base?" She nodded towards Spider.

"Ah, General. Good morning." Quaritch replied idly.

"Cut the crap Quaritch. What's going on?"

Quaritch sighed. "Let's take this outside," he replied reluctantly.

All of Spider's muscles were tensed as the General and the Colonel walked out of the mess.

I'm not giving you back yet.

He tried to remember to breathe as he assured himself that Quaritch would fight his corner. He knew Quaritch wasn't doing it out of fondness for him - rather, he was just more useful this way - but he couldn't help but imagine what Quaritch could be saying right now. Would he promise that Spider be returned to them eventually? Would the General demand results? Was Spider's clock ticking?

He couldn't eat any more. Instead, he gulped down the vitamin water and looked around for a sign to the toilets. They were just across the hall. Deciding that no one could reasonably chastise him for taking a piss on his own, he got up and walked over, making sure to ignore Wainfleet's intense stare.

Wainfleet wasn't the only one staring though - as he walked by, all heads turned. Holding his head high, he stared them right back, lifting his middle finger as he passed.

Inside the bathroom he gripped the front of the sink as he stared at his reflection. He'd looked better. The bruises covering his arms and legs were now turning a paler shade of purple, though still remained prominent. Spider placed his hand over one on his left shoulder, where a huge avatar hand had left fingermarks. He smirked darkly, proud that at least he'd put up a good fight.

His scratches were healed or almost healed, but the paint was starting to fade. He made a mental note to hunt down some Yovo berries as soon as they got back to the forest. He used the toilet and splashed some cold water on his face. A wave of nausea suddenly came over him and he vomited into the sink. Great.

Keenly aware that he shouldn't take too long, he returned to the table and was reassured to see Quaritch had returned without Ardmore. He took his tray to the trolleys at the back and grabbed a handful of protein bars for the day. Quaritch and the others had stood by now, having finished their own breakfasts, and were waiting for him to return before following their leader Spider didn't know where. He started one of the protein bars as they marched, which was much easier than the hot food, and almost walked into the back of Fike when they stopped suddenly at an airlock. Quaritch threw Spider his mask and exopack back, while the recoms took off their breathing aids and picked up their packs. Quaritch gestured for Spider to hand him the rest of the protein bars to put in his pack, and he did. He would never admit it, but he enjoyed being able to wordlessly communicate with the man.

They stepped through the airlock and made their way across the tarmac to a huge open hanger, which appeared to be the home of the engineering department. As they walked, the ikran spotted their riders and soared overhead, landing on top of the hanger. Humans in masks were working on a wide array of projects; Spider could see AMP suits in production, planes being repaired or upgraded, as well as hundreds of other machines he had no hope of recognising.

"Fall in," Quaritch instructed as they assembled next to a pile of equipment. He had his Colonel voice on. "Well done again for yesterday. We're recuperated and ready to kick some more Pandoran ass. Today, we fly West to survey a number of sites that could lead us to the insurgency, starting with the last known location of Jake Sully - a Hometree in sector 21. It's possible Na'vi still inhabit nearby, which we can... use." He glanced at Spider. "Now, the guys have designed us a load of new tech, so sort through and take what you need. We have a long road ahead and need to be prepared for weeks in the forest. We take off in thirty."

The recoms nodded their understanding and immediately started to explore the equipment laid out on tarpaulins for them. Curious, Spider looked through as well. There was the usual assortment of weaponry; ARs, mags, pistols, stun guns, and then there was the heavy duty stuff - grenades, a handheld missile launcher, and even what looked like compact flamethrowers. Spider stared.

He turned away from the weapons, not wanting to imagine why Quaritch thought he needed flamethrowers. There were also extra RDA uniform supplies, food rations, knives, gas canisters, and were those human sized clothes as well?

Some recoms started loading their packs, while others had started attaching harnesses to their ikran. He wandered over to Quaritch's animal, watching as the man slid the gear over Cupcake's head. It was remarkably similar to Na'vi harnesses, though the RDA version was made out of green rubber and polymer, and looked heavier with in-built footholds and extra handles. Once it was secure, Quaritch picked up a metal device that Spider had never seen before. The man ran his hands along the edge of the ikran's forewing, eliciting a purr from the animal. Without pre-amble, Quaritch closed the device over the wing, and the animal shrieked, though it did not attack. When Quaritch removed the device, Spider could see a robust plastic tag secured through its wing.

"Why did you do that?" he asked quietly.

"So we can keep eyes on her," Quaritch replied with a frown. "Do you want to be left stranded God knows where without a banshee?"

Spider's irritation rose. Why did humans feel the need to own everything? The man's arrogance was unmatched.

"That's not how the relationship works," he explained. "You're attuned to your ikran, and they're attuned to you. They'll always come when you call."

"Well I'll be damned! Guess I need to learn how to call her, huh?"

Spider shrugged, running his hands through his hair.

"You reminded me - this here is for you kid." Quaritch handed him a small strip of rubber and plastic. It was a communicator. Spider looked up in surprise. He'd never worn one before. He quickly figured out how to attach it and insert the earpiece. Did this mean Quaritch was starting to trust him more?

"Only in case we're separated," Quaritch said sternly, roughing Spider's head.

20 minutes later Spider was helping Quaritch attach the final packs to the ikran. He climbed on board without waiting for an invitation and waited for Quaritch to do the same. The other recoms were mounted and ready to go, so Quaritch signalled to a human on the ground before leaping up behind Spider, and taking off.

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #fanfic #spider socorro #miles quaritch #PLEase its SLOWLY getting less awkward between them #it only gets fluffier from here on out

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hummingbird-of-light · 9 months

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Against All Odds

Part 633

McCoy

McCoy shuddered in Scotty’s arms.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he said quietly. “I should have. When you asked that day in the grove…” McCoy shook his head. “I didn’t know the whole of it when I was little. I just knew the Darnell’s came to visit and Leah and I always had to play nice with Jocelyn.

“When Father told me last year that her parents had been pushing for her to be my partner…” McCoy stopped, the words stuck in his throat. Scotty’s hand ran soothingly over his back.

“It was during one of our talks, after Father’s heart attack, that he really filled me in on everything. Jocelyn must have always known what the ministers had planned. I don’t know if the Darnells knew Mother and Father had called it off.”

“Oh love,” Scotty said softly.

“Isn’t this semester going to be hard enough? Why did she have to come here?” McCoy leaned harder into Scotty.

“Don’t know, but we’ll keep you away from her.”

McCoy pulled gently and Scotty moved so they could lie down.

“She’ll lie and do whatever she can, but I’ll always tell you the truth,” McCoy said as he stroked a hand across Scotty’s cheek. “Even if it makes me look like an ass, or if it hurts. I won’t keep anything from you.”

“I know mo ghràdh. I don’t want you to hurt.”

Scotty’s breath was steady next to him, but McCoy couldn’t sleep. He stared at the ceiling above them. What was Jocelyn thinking? Did she really believe she could come between him and Scotty? Did she think she could break them apart and swoop in?

No. She must realize by now what his feelings were towards her. Revenge would be more her style. Turn everyone against him. His eyes pricked, and he let out a sigh. She wouldn’t be successful, would she?

Doubt crept in. He’d had to bare his story to Christine; what would it take to show the others Jocelyn’s true nature?

He’d have to stay quiet. To not react. To ignore her and keep his mouth closed. Anything he said would be twisted by her against him.

McCoy had been looking forward to school being nearly normal again. Of course Khan’s trial would be a difficult interruption, but they knew that would be happening. Jocelyn’s sudden appearance… another sigh.

He rolled over closer to Scotty and breathed deep. Scotty shifted in his sleep and threw an arm over him. McCoy smiled and tucked his face down towards Scotty’s chest. He may have grown a bit taller than Scotty recently, but he still loved that spot against him; where he could hear his fiancé’s heart beating, feel the rise and fall of his breath.

Breakfast came too soon for McCoy, who was tired from the restless start to his night. He gave a brief nod up the table to Aaron who smiled at him.

“Leah wants to know if you’re alright,” Robbie whispered at his side.

“I’m- I’ll send her a message,” McCoy replied. Robbie nodded.

“Sir, have you informed his majesty?” Spock asked.

McCoy looked across the table at the Vulcan and Jim, both watching him.

“Not much he can do about it, Spock. This isn’t Georgiares.”

“I thought perhaps he may have some advice sir.”

“Maybe,” McCoy said slowly.

Outside the dining hall, Christine was waiting.

“Good morning,” McCoy greeted her.

“Hey. I really wanted to say I’m sorry again. I should have known you had a good reason,” she said.

“It’s alright,” McCoy said. “It’s all part of her game and her tricks.”

“I should have seen through that better.”

“Chris, it’s ok,” McCoy said. “Really. You know now and let’s forget it.”

Part 634

Robbie

Leah was annoyed as hell about what was going on at the boarding school. Whenever Robbie talked to her, he could just feel it. And he couldn't deny that he didn't like things either.

They had enough problems already. They didn't need Jocelyn to mess everything up even more.

Robbie looked at the girl who was in his gym class. She was chatting with other girls as they waited for the teacher to arrive.

And the Scotsman didn't like the way they looked. They were definitely blaspheming about something... or someone.

Robbie tried his best to ignore it, until he heard Nyota's voice. She sounded quite shocked.

"What?! That can't be true!"

Uhura had backed away slightly from the group, just staring at Jocelyn. She looked... angry, upset.

"Believe me, Nyota. It is."

There it was again. The sad look on that girl's face. She tried to get everyone to pity her.

Slowly, Robbie made his way over to the girls, arms crossed. He needed to know what was wrong, after all, he was one of the school representatives.

"What's going on, lasses?"

All eyes fell onto the Scotsman. Some of the girls looked very shocked. What had Jocelyn told them?

"Nothing. It's... it's not important," she tried to wave it off, but Gaila quickly grabbed her arm.

"It is important, Joss. Tell him. Robbie's a school representative. He knows what to do."

With one eyebrow raised, Robbie stared at Jocelyn. What was she hiding? Was it one of her 'sinister plans' as Leah had called it?

"Jocelyn?"

Carefully, the girl met his gaze and she blushed heavily, tears in her eyes.

"I... I told them why... Leonard doesn't like me."

Oh? Well, that was interesting. However would she explain it? She certainly wouldn't tell the truth.

"So? What's the reason?" Robbie didn't want to wait. And he really wanted to get this over with before the teacher arrived.

"It... was last summer. When my family visited Georgiares."

Robbie tried his best not to blink in surprise. That... sounded just like Leonard's story.

"I'm sorry that you have to hear this, Robbie. After all, Scotty is your brother and I'm sure you don't want to know the truth. But... Leonard... he doesn't love him. Last summer... he tried to force himself onto me."

With every word Jocelyn said, Robbie's eyes widened more. That witch! She was trying to turn the story the other way round!

"He... he even kissed me despite my protest."

"That can't be true! Leonard would never do something like that!" Uhura exclaimed. Anger was written all over her face.

"How would you know, Ny? We only know him since last year," Gaila retorted. She seemed to believe every word Jocelyn said.

Of course. She was a girl. She had to be the victim, didn't she?

"Seriously, Jocelyn? Why should anyone believe that story?"

Robbie tried his best to stay cool. He couldn't lose his temper. Or else he'd regret it later on.

"Because it's true! I have prove!"

Ha! Prove? Now that was just nonsense!

"Really? What prove?"

Insecurely Jocelyn glanced from one to the other. She apparently didn't want to show it.

Still, she carefully walked over to her PADD which was lying on a nearby bench.

She hesitated for a moment before she picked it up and turned it around so that everyone could see the screen.

Several pairs of eyes read the messages shown to them.

Apparently they had all been written by Leonard.

'You will be mine.'

'I want you.'

'It was a pefect kiss! How can you reject me?'

With every word he read, more and more anger filled Robbie. She was lying! She had faked these messages to play everyone!

"That's fake. Leonard would never do this, write this!"

Robbie clenched his hands to fists, gritted his teeth. He had to stay calm.

"I wish it was. But... it's the truth."

Once again, Jocelyn started to cry. And... everyone seemed to believe her. They patted her back, her shoulder, her arm. They took the PADD from her and quickly put it away so that she didn't have to see the horrible messages.

Only Uhura stayed at Robbie's side. She had seen it through. Because she knew Leonard just as well as Robbie did.

"Leonard loves me. And he will always hate me, because I didn't want him."

"That's bullshit! Stop lying, Jocelyn!"

And in that moment, Jocelyn had Robbie right where she wanted him. But he didn't notice until it was too late.

"Ye forced yerself on him! Ye kissed him!"

Robbie couldn't believe it when the words left his mouth. Almost instantly, his voice died.

No... no... he... he hadn't meant to say it. He hadn't meant to tell the truth.

Before anyone could say anything, the teacher came into the sports hall. And Robbie couldn't help but worry the whole lesson.

What had he done?

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

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Chapter 11: The Moment You've All Been Waiting For

CW: Denial, tight clothes, fat shaming (dammit Hiyoko), button popping

Kazuichi fixed his jumpsuit with flex tape and managed to ignore the issue with his clothes for about two more weeks.

It was fine. He was totally coping. If he loosened his belt so it rested harmlessly on top of his painfully tight school slacks, it didn't dig into his stomach like it used to, and if he remembered to suck in his stomach, his shirt didn't show off his new chubby gut to the whole damn school. Not all of it, anyway.

His jumpsuit was also totally fine. Sure, it was tight in the gut even when he was hungry now, and he was pretty sure it didn't used to stick to his ass like this, and he had to unzip it every time he sat down for a stuffing with Teruteru or risk getting stuck in his zipper ( again – it'd happened twice now), but it was okay! It was cool! It still fit, technically!

"You're going to pop a button sooner or later if you're not careful," Teruteru said, smirking as he leaned against the banister at the top of the stairwell.

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Kazuichi jumped out of his skin and screeched. "Wh-what the fuck are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the kitchens?"

They never walked the halls together. If anyone called them out on it, Kazuichi knew he'd dissolve into a blushing, stuttering mess, and then Teruteru might guess his real feelings, and everyone would laugh, and Teruteru would laugh, and –

Kazuichi tried to take deep breaths. No good. This shirt was too goddamn tight for that.

"I finally convinced the head chef to let me focus my practical hours on lunch and dinner," Teruteru said cheerfully, as if Kazuichi weren't on the verge of (yet another) nervous breakdown. "Now that a certain someone has been keeping me up late at night, waking up at five a.m. every morning was beginning to damage my health."

He poked Kazuichi in the gut and laughed as Kazuichi stumbled back, folding his arms protectively over his stomach.

"Th-that's not my fault!" Kazuichi squawked as Teruteru backed him into the double doors. "No one's making you!"

"Mm-hm." Teruteru pushed Kazuichi's hands away so he could grip the open flaps of his brown school blazer. "Just like no one's making you stuff yourself into a uniform that's two sizes too small for you. Suck in for me, won't you, dear?"

Kazuichi flushed, but he did as he was told. Teruteru pulled the blazer closed and deftly did the buttons as Kazuichi spluttered, heart pounding nauseatingly hard against his ribs.

"I never button my jacket," Kazuichi complained as Teruteru did the last one. "It makes it hard to move."

"Well," said Teruteru, patting Kazuichi's chest and stepping back, "if you'd rather blow the buttons off your shirt at the next meal, be my guest. God knows I'd enjoy that."

Kazuichi swallowed hard. The blazer packed him in tight, but it also didn't make him feel as exposed as his button-down did. Why hadn't he thought of this before?

Probably because he never wore his blazer, since the sleeves were obviously too short. He'd only started doing it to hide his belly.

"Shut up," he mumbled, starting down the stairs. The blazer made it a little hard to breathe. "I'm not that fat."

"No, you're not," Teruteru agreed, following, "but you are too fat for that uniform."

Kazuichi pulled his beanie down over his ears and pretended not to hear him.

If he'd been even fractionally less stupid, he would have turned right around and changed into his jumpsuit for the day, dress code be damned. Or he could have cut class entirely, slipped into a clingy T-shirt and sweats that dug into his gut, and spent the morning working on his engine.

Or at least, he could have skipped breakfast. Teruteru had already made them both waffles early that morning, and he was still bloated from the six-course meal Teruteru had conjured up last night.

But no, he was Kazuichi Souda, stupidest man alive, and he'd trained his body to want breakfast at eight thirty a.m. no matter how much he ate the night before. His stomach growled as he walked into the dining hall, even as he swallowed back a wave of nausea and wished he'd gone easy on the whipped cream a few hours back.

Two plates of bacon and eggs later, along with four croissants and a concerning amount of sausage, Kazuichi realized he'd made a mistake.

"Yo, Kazuichi!" Akane said, plopping down beside him. She set a huge plate of cinnamon rolls in front of her.

Kazuichi stifled a groan. He sat slouched back with his hand pressed over his mouth, trying not to look like he'd already given himself the hiccups before nine in the fucking morning.

"What?" he managed. He clamped his mouth shut as his shoulders jumped.

Ibuki pulled up on a chair on his opposite side. "Ibuki and Akane are doing a challenge!" she said. "We're gonna see how many buns we can fit in our mouth at once!"

Across the table, Teruteru snickered. Kazuichi shot him a dirty look, but he only got a leering grin in return. Teruteru never took his eyes off Kazuichi during breakfast, but he was usually only there for the end of it, not the whole goddamn thing! And it was hard not to stuff himself stupid when Teruteru smirked at him like that. Force of habit! It wasn't his fault!

"So, wanna play?" Akane jostled Kazuichi's elbow. He squeaked and let out a low burp, then flushed pink.

"I dunno, guys…" He put his hands behind his head in an attempt to look casual, but that made his dumb blazer squeeze his stomach even harder. He blew out his cheeks in a feeble attempt to mask another burp. "I-I'm kinda full."

Hiyoko sniggered from several seats down. "'Kinda,'" she mocked.

Kazuichi flushed as he suppressed another hiccup. "Sh-shut up! I'm just resting. I could keep going if I wanted to."

Hiyoko rolled her eyes. "Yeah, duh. How else did you grow that flabby tummy? It's obvious you're trying to hide it, but we can all see."

Mahiru set down her teacup. "Hiyoko!" she scolded, frowning hard.

Hiyoko folded her arms and pouted. "What? It's true."

Kazuichi sat frozen, flushed from his hair to his neck. He folded his arms over his stomach and tried to suck in, but of course he was too damn full. He hiccuped and burped into his fist.

"S-so? I just – I just –"

"You can't say things like that," Mahiru whispered to Hiyoko, as if Kazuichi wasn't right there. "We don't know why he's eating like that. He could have something really serious going on!"

"I can hear you, you know!" Kazuichi's voice cracked. He sat forward and glared. "And I don't have anything going on! I'm eating this much because –" His eyes darted to Teruteru, who only raised his eyebrows suggestively. "B-because I like it! So there!"

He hiccuped again, which took the wind out of his sails. Shit, he was stuffed. He really hadn't meant to eat so much this morning. Was Hiyoko right? Was he doing this to himself? But it was Teruteru who started everything!

"So…" Akane scratched her head. "We still on?"

She nudged the plate toward Kazuichi. He hesitated, eyes darting around the table. Mahiru glanced away, Hiyoko rolled her eyes, and Teruteru…

Teruteru's eyes glowed as he sat there drooling. Kazuichi's heart skipped several beats. The rush of blood to his head made him giddy.

"Yeah," he said, reaching for a roll and ignoring the way his stomach groaned. "Hell yeah."

Ibuki pumped her fist. "Awesome sauce! Then, on three! Ready? Are you ready?! Three!"

What followed was madness. Akane and he were the biggest eaters, but Ibuki could open her mouth so wide it was like she was unhinging her jaw. She ended up winning with six. Akane had five; Kazuichi, four.

"Rematch!" Akane slammed her fist on the table the second she'd swallowed.

They went two more times, and Akane might have kept them going forever if the warning bell hadn't rung.

"Awww!" Akane tossed the last cinnamon bun in her mouth and pouted. "I gotta start doing stretches for my mouth! Oi! Nekomaru!"

And she was off, sprinting out of the dining hall like she was in top Olympic form.

Everyone else started moving towards class, their voices drowned in the cafeteria chatter. Kazuichi sat pinned to his chair, beanie pulled low over his eyes, hand over his mouth.

With his blazer buttoned like this, it hurt to breathe. He could feel the buttons straining over his stomach, and his pants were even worse. They cut under his gut so tight it felt like the life was being squeezed out of him.

"Um, Kazuichi?" That was Ibuki's voice. Fuck, she hadn't left? He pulled his hat down farther. "Are you alright? You don't look so good…"

He slid farther down in his seat. "Full," he mumbled. As if to prove his point, a muffled hiccup shook his gut. "Go 'way. I'm fine."

"Yeah, but are you coming to class?" Ibuki tilted her head. "You look like you can't stand up."

"I'm fine ," Kazuichi insisted. He was not fine. He wanted to unbutton his blazer more than anything, but he couldn't do it here! Not if a girl was watching! And especially not if that girl was Ibuki, who still hadn't told anyone he was gay for reasons unknown!

"Don't worry yourself, Ibuki," said Teruteru cheerfully. "I'll take care of this."

Oh, god. In the cafeteria?! Right here in front of everyone?!

"No, I… hic! " Kazuichi burped. His belt was digging into his stomach again. Grimacing, he fumbled with the buckle and loosened it as far as he could. Not that it helped much. It was his pants that were restraining him, not the belt. "I don't need help. I'm fine, okay?! Lemme alone!"

This was torture. He wanted to lie down and cry out his embarrassment until he didn't feel it anymore. God, why was he like this?!

Ibuki hummed indecisively. "Is Kazuichi one hundred percent, sure and for certain he doesn't want help? Cause Ibuki –"

"No!" Kazuichi exploded, tears leaking out of his eyes. He shut them tight. "Go away!"

Fuck this. He couldn't breathe. The blazer couldn't make that much of a difference, could it?

Holding in his stomach as best he could, he fumbled with the buttons on his blazer, undoing them one by one. Then he let out a deep breath, slumping forward over the table to hide how his gut surged out.

That was a mistake.

He felt a pop at his waist, and his first horrified thought was that he'd blown his pants out. But then he felt another pop, and his swollen stomach pushed forward, and then a third pop under his gut, and –

He grit his teeth and held his breath. Shit. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening to him.

"Um…" Ibuki's voice again. He wanted to die. He wanted Teruteru to stuff him good, fuck him, and then kill him. "Kazuichi, I think, um…"

"I know!" Kazuichi snapped. He let his breath out slowly, his belly squeezed at the top and jutting out at the bottom. Cringing, he reached under the table to assess the damage.

Shit. He'd blown off two of his shirt buttons and the button on his pants.

There was an awkward silence. The cafeteria had gone mostly still. At least it was empty…or maybe everyone in school had shut up to stare at him.

Teruteru chuckled awkwardly. "I did try to warn you," he said.

Ibuki snapped her fingers. "Idea! How about…how about Ibuki tells Ms. Usami that Kazuichi is sick, okay? And you go lie down."

She patted him on the shoulder. Kazuichi flinched and buried his face in his arms.

"Okay," he croaked. Great. Now Ibuki had two secrets on him. "I-if you tell anybody about this –"

"I won't! Cross my heart and hope to die." And she ran off.

Kazuichi sighed miserably. Another button snapped.

Teruteru didn't have to walk Kazuichi back upstairs, but he did anyway. He definitely didn't have to lead him back to his own room, where he rubbed Kazuichi's stomach as Kazuichi buried his face in one of Teruteru's pillows and wished to be erased from existence, but he did. Kazuichi felt like shit for making him miss class, but it wasn't like he was gonna tell him to leave .

"I'm not even that fat," he groaned as Teruteru undid the rest of his ruined shirt. His stomach puffed out, and Kazuichi bit back a sob. "Right? I'm not! I just – I just stuffed myself, like a dumbass!"

"It was bound to happen sooner or later." Teruteru massaged the roundest part of Kazuichi's stomach, pressing his thumbs into the soft skin under his belly button. "Don't feel bad. It was incredibly arousing, watching you blow out of your clothes like that."

He pressed a light kiss to Kazuichi's stomach. Kazuichi tried to groan, but a loud belch cut him off. "Of course you'd think that," he whimpered.

Teruteru chuckled. "If you'd only listened to me, we could have done it together, instead of in public." He doubled down on massaging Kazuichi's belly. "Not that I mind a little public indecency…but you don't seem like much of an exhibitionist."

Kazuichi whimpered. His rapid heartbeat was not helping his stomachache. "Whatever. It's – it's not fair! That's my uniform, for crying out loud! I have to wear that shit! What am I supposed to do now? I only get one!"

Teruteru's hands stalled. "Huh? What do you mean, you only get one?"

"What I said." Kazuichi threw the pillow aside and pressed his hands over his eyes. "Th-they only give you one, at the beginning of first year, and…"

"One free one," Teruteru interrupted. "At the beginning of every year. And you can buy more online. Did you not…did you not know that?"

Kazuichi went still. His stomach gurgled unhappily, pushed out between the flaps of his ruined pants. His shirt lay open, his swollen belly rising and falling as he breathed.

"Since…" He swallowed hard. "Since when?"

Teruteru looked like he didn't believe what he was hearing. "Hold on. Are you really telling me that this –" he tugged on Kazuichi's shirt – "is your first year uniform?"

"Well, yeah!" Kazuichi voice cracked. He threw up his hands. "They never told me I got more freebies! A-and it's not like Dad was gonna order any more uniforms, not when I had a perfectly good one!"

"Are you saying you wore one single uniform," Teruteru pressed on, "every school day, for two and a half years?"

"Y-yeah. Duh!"

"When did you have time to wash it?"

Kazuichi said nothing. He grabbed another pillow and attempted to smother himself.

"Lord have mercy," Teruteru said. He started pushing the shirt off Kazuichi's shoulders. "Did anyone ever teach you the first thing about taking care of yourself?"

Kazuichi struggled to sit up, groaning against the weight in his stomach, so he could pull his arms out of his sleeves. He hugged the pillow to his chest and sunk his face into it.

"I can take care of myself fine," he mumbled, chewing on the pillowcase.

"I'm sure. What do you even eat when you're not at school?" Teruteru hooked his fingers into Kazuichi's pants and started pulling them down. Kazuichi shuffled back, trying to help. They were stuck to his ass and thighs.

"Like, regular food," he answered. He had to get up on his knees to force his pants down. If Teruteru hadn't already seen him naked more times than he could count, he would have wept from the humiliation. "Cup ramen. Burgers. Uh, we get takeout a lot. I can – I can boil eggs."

Teruteru looked like Kazuichi had said he survived on dung. He flushed hotter and scowled.

"You poor thing," Teruteru said in a hushed voice. "No wonder you went crazy for my cooking. You're completely deprived."

"I am not!" Kazuichi finally got his pants down to his knees. He fell back on his ass, burping as his stomach sloshed. "Okay, so yeah, we're – we're kinda poor, but it's not like we're starving or anything! We're fine! It's fine! I'm fine!"

His voice broke on the last word. He kicked off his pants and curled into a ball, resting his forehead on his knees. His belly pressed up against his thighs. Even stuffed like this, he could feel how soft he'd gotten. He shut his eyes tight.

"Ow," he whimpered.

Teruteru patted his back sympathetically. "I'll make some tea," he said. He whistled as he waltzed to the kitchenette, the bastard. Kazuichi flopped over on his side and let out another nauseating burp.

It wasn't just his stomach that hurt. It was his throat too, and his head, and his lungs. For some reason, talking about home had lodged a sharp stone in his chest.

"I'm not 'deprived,' or whatever," he muttered as Teruteru returned with the teacup. "You're the weird one. You...you got me hooked on this fancy shit. It's not my fault."

"Mm-hm." Teruteru tapped him on the shoulder. Kazuichi rolled over, then shuffled up to sit against the headboard. Teruteru slipped a pillow behind his back. "And I suppose it's not my fault you stuff yourself voluntarily, over and over again, at meals that I didn't even make for you specifically, hm?"

He smiled up through lidded eyes. Kazuichi swallowed hard against the tears threatening to spill over.

"Shut up," he whimpered. He sipped the tea. Ginger with honey, or something like that. At least that calmed him down a little bit. "I-I don't know why I keep doing that. I never used to. I mean, sometimes I eat when I'm sad or stressed out or whatever, but I usually just drink Coke. Or like…grab McDonald's or something."

"McDonald's?" Teruteru leaned back, pressing his hand to his heart. "How could you?"

Kazuichi balanced his cup on his knees and hunched over it. "Don't get mad at me. It's…you don't get it. It's home food. It's like, if things are going well, or it's me or my old man's birthday, or we're just feeling good that day, we get McDonald's or KFC or something like that."

Teruteru made a face. "I personally object to that."

Kazuichi swirled the tea, staring into it. "Of course you would," he mumbled. "But it's not like I'm the Ultimate Cook, and – and my mom cut out, so – jeez, why are you making me talk about this shit?"

He blinked hard and gulped the tea, coughing and spluttering when it burnt his throat. Teruteru grabbed the cup before he could spill it all over himself.

"I guess I can forgive you if it's a family tradition," Teruteru said grudgingly. He started rubbing Kazuichi's back again as Kazuichi rasped out a string of swear words. "Maybe. But you're walking a fine line, my friend."

Kazuichi buried his chin in his arms. "I bet your family goes to five-star restaurants on your birthday," he muttered. "Or you all fly to, like, New York City, or Paris, or London, or somewhere else crazy." He huffed out a short breath, bracing himself for a smug few minutes of gloating.

But Teruteru didn't say anything. When Kazuichi glanced over at him, he sat staring at the covers, chewing his lip.

"What?" Kazuichi shuffled closer. "Is it not like that?"

"Hm?" Teruteru blinked. He startled like he'd been caught snooping in the girls' locker room again. "Oh. No, yes, it's – it's a lot like that, of course. As you might imagine. We – here, drink this. But be careful this time; it's still hot." He handed Kazuichi the tea again, then pulled the covers up over his knees. "Anyway, about that uniform. I can help you request a new one now, if you like. I'm sure you don't know your size anymore, but we'll figure that out. My size changes fairly frequently, as you might have noticed, so I'm quite adept at taking measurements. I ebb and flow with the seasons. Mostly flow, if I'm being honest. There's nothing wrong with it. Now, where did I put that tape measure…?"

Kazuichi tried to protest, but he got so caught up in Teruteru's frenzied poking and prodding and measuring (which involved a lot more ass-grabbing than it probably had to) that by the time Teruteru had wrapped him back up under the covers, he was too flustered to form a coherent sentence.

"Now, I ought to get to class," Teruteru said, tucking Kazuichi in despite his red-faced objections, "but I can tell you still need to sleep off that breakfast, so you stay here and take a nap, alright?"

"Should – shouldn't I go back to my room?" Kazuichi stammered, but Teruteru shushed him with a kiss on the mouth.

"Your room? No, no no no. I won't have you languishing away in that dump. It's not healthy. We need to do something about that," he said, glancing away as if talking to himself. He'd refused to look Kazuichi in the eyes for the last several minutes. "Anyway, stay put for now. I'll be back, okay?"

"But –"

Teruteru kissed him again. "No buts," he said. "Sleep well now, darlin'."

Kazuichi gulped audibly. Teruteru hesitated, staring at his lips. Both of them were very red.

Then Teruteru pecked him on the cheek and stood up, laughing awkwardly. He smoothed back his hair. "Joking, joking. See you soon, alright?"

And before Kazuichi could so much as squeak, he was gone.

#teruteru x kazuichi #teruteru hanamura #kazuichi soda #button popping #feeding kink #hiccup kink #weight gain #don't like don't read #takes one to know one fanfic

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fattestwriting · 1 year

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Who and what corrupted Human Rarity to a life of slobdom? Was it the Mexican food the cafeteria was serving? (Weight: 500 pounds, Vore: No, Gassiness: realistic but still plenty loud and gross.)

It was no mystery around the halls of Canterlot Senior University what happened to Rarity, the once perfect and pristine prep turned total slob. In fact, she would gladly gloat about her transformation to anyone who would listen. Well, when she wasn't gobbling down pound after pound of food, which wasn't very often. Her decent began with humble beginnings, starting on your average day on campus. Little Miss Perfect had been going about her day normally, from fashion class to buisnese class all morning, until lunch finally came. She found herself famished, as she did most day, but today was slightly different. Where usually Rarity was very protective of what she ate, going as far as to bring her own food from home, she didn't have this luxury today. Not only had she forgotten her lunch thanks to an all-night sewing session, but she didn't have time to go off campus either, with her next class immediately after lunch. So, she had to face a terrible reality: she needed to... Eat the cafeteria food.

She was hesitant, unwilling to consume such drivel under any but the most dire of circumstance, which she unfortunately was faced with presently. She scanned over the room, noticing there was only a single line, and therefore only a single option for lunch. As her tummy gurgled, she hesitantly entered the line, grabbing a tray. Despite her best efforts, her lunch ended up as a pile of fatty, grease filled crap. A mound of yellow rice, sludgy looking refried beans, the most microwaved-looking chimichangas she could have even imagined, and- despite her protest- an entire section filled with sour cream. It wasn't much to your average student, but for Rarity, this was a banquet of vile filth that she had to choke down. However, her opinion changed rather fast as she took her first bite. Her eyes shot open, the ever present twinkle in them growing as the rice flew over her taste buds. She scoffed the rest of it down, followed by the rest of the tray of food. Her face was greasy, there was a small mess surrounding her, and her designer dress had been soiled by a large drop of sour cream, which she licked off. She was on cloud nine, until she looked around her. Every student was staring directly at her, some disgusted by the display of hedonism, others laughing at the perceived fall from grace, but whatever their reason, Rarity was acutely aware of the judgment. Well, she wasn't going to stand for that.

"Yea, lap it up guys! The gal who's done nothing but watch her weight and ace her classes for six grueling years at this filth filled college can indulge! If you really have a problem with that, maybe you need to reeval-"

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The wettest, squelchiest fart erupted from her ass, filling the room with her horrid stench almost immediately. Rarity's instinct was to cover her mouth, but she decided against it. This was a message, a message to not judge others for their life choices, one which started initially as a response to being laughed at, but would soon be one she believed in whole heartedly.

That night, her streak continued, with her ordering in for the first time since she was 10. She ordered 5 extra bean burritos, which wasn't much, but for her? It pushed her to her limits. Her stomach ached and her bowels roared, even as she released blow after blow of brown stink that would slowly fill her home and permanently permeate her designer clothes. She didn't know it, but she had broken entirely.

Come the next day, Rarity didn't even notice the dress she picked out was stained a light shade of brown, and when people would point and stare, she'd ignore them. She indulged in the cafeteria food once more, (today was extra cheesy, stupidly greasy pizza, of which she ordered a whole pie,) scarfing it down whole, but still somehow managing to cover her hands face and tits in grease. After a couple of days, she was tremendous. She couldn't fit into a single piece of clothing she had, and she was too lazy to make herself any more, so she just wrapped a stained sheet around herself and never changed- she never needed to since she never showered. It took a day for it to be soaked in sweat and grease, stained with the remnants of food long digested, and for there to be a clear brown stain where her farts made direct contact with the cloth. She never stopped going to school, mostly because it was an avenue to free food, and she kept her grades perfect as always, but she was a mess. She would fart and burp throughout lectures, tainting the entire hall with her stench, and she would never leave the house for anything else. And yet, despite it all, she was thriving, both personally and (with the invention of her XXXX+L line of designer clothes,) financially.

#fwstory

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aestheticallynrl · 2 years

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Happy Pride!

The gay community…

Honestly, where do I begin? Years have come and years have gone. I have been out for 4 now. It’s been an experience coming into being myself in this community. I just want to say some special thank you’s:

To the guy who stole my heart and my virginity when I was 14. Thank you. Thank you for making me believe in myself and believing that someone cared about me just to ghost me and break me down. Thank you for messaging me 3 months later begging for nudes. Thank you for ignoring me at school everytime we saw each other in class or in the halls.

To the guy who used to mess around with me when we were 13/14 and beat me up after every time. Thank you. Thank you for never once kissing me because you said I was “ugly” even though you always wanted to touch my dick and ass. Thank you for causing me to begin flinching when people touched me. Thank you for calling me a fag every chance you got when in reality you were one, too. Thank you for going two years without talking to me just to hit me up once I had my drivers license to go on a ride with me to “apologize” but then forcing me to suck your dick.

To my friend’s dad who said he would be my gay mentor when I was 16. Thank you. Thank you for betraying my trust and drugging me and r*ping me in your pool house. Thank you for causing me to develop things I didn’t understand at the time- Bipolar disorder, PTSD, and Stockholm Syndrome. You really made my life so much easier than it already was. Thank you for being the reason I started abusing drugs.

To the guy who got into a very selective summer residential talent program with me and led me on for two months leading up until the one month program started, thank you. I mean, I’ll say at least you were there for me at a time where I really needed someone but you ended up hurting me. You telling me two days before the program started that you couldn’t be with me because you had a girlfriend the entire time really hurt. Thank you making me for special for all of that time just to find out the truth - that i’ll never be good enough. It’ll always be some beautiful girl or more attractive guy.

To the 24 year old guy who went on my first date with me when I had just turned 18. Thank you. Thank you for picking the most expensive place you could think of after I kindly offered to pay. Thank you for getting to know all about me and then leaving me like you never knew me. Thank you for setting the scene for my dating life in the gay community…

To the guy who was unbelievably kind to me at first. Thank you. Thank you for getting to know me and my insecurities just for you to fat shame me later on. Thank you for flirting with me everyday for a few months and then telling me in person that you would “never fuck someone” like me.

To the guy who asked me to come spend a wine night with him my college freshman year, who I ended up sleeping with. Thank you. Thank you for spending the whole next day with me only to make me feel crazy when on the second night in a row at your house I got super drunk and starting crying. Thank you for telling me to leave while I was blackout drunk. Thank you for blocking out my need to talk. I fell into a state of alcoholism for 3 months…

To the first guy I fell in love with. Thank you. You made realize a lot about myself and you became one of my bestfriends. But it really did hurt to have you drag me along on a string and have me thinking you loved me back when the entire time you just saw me as a friend. Thank you for looking away when I asked you if you would love me if I was my soul in a different body. Thank you for answering my question without words. I love you, bestie, but superficiality is gonna bite you in the ass one day.

To the guy who I met at the beginning of sophomore year of college who stayed up the entire night connecting with about my life and mental health problems. Thank you. Thank you for pushing me away the second you had the chance to. Thank you for rejecting the care that I once had for you. Thank you for coming back to me for one night and getting drunk with me and talking all night again just so you could leave the next day and block me. Thank you for making me feel like the blame was all on me.

To the guy who told me that I should come off of my antidepressants after opening up to him. Thank you. Thank you for making me feel talentless by telling me that I wasn’t good at something that I’ve worked my whole life developing. Thank you for telling me I would be okay without my antidepressants when you wouldn’t even respond to me once I did come off of them. I needed someone to talk to and you weren’t there.

To the guy who was so kind and respectful. Thank you. Thank you for being so nice for me for an entire month of us seeing each other only for you to come to my house, get super drunk, and end up punching the air out of me and strangling me to the point that I thought I was about to die. Thank you for giving me more PTSD than I already had. Thank you for giving me the worst valentine’s day of my life and making me hate valentine’s day.

To the guy who told me that he didn’t expect to fall so quickly because it was supposed to just be a hookup, thank you. I really did share some true, genuine, special moments with you, but I have begun to think that they were all in my head. Thank you for leading my heart on for months just for you to tell me that you were talking to a girl and you were unsure you could be with me. Thank you for telling me all of these nice things about myself (that I for once believed) just so you could destroy them all by your actions later. We weren’t in love, but we almost made it there (I think?). Thank you for leaving me with hope for months just for you to (possibly unintentionally) attempt to crush my heart, because you see, at this point, I don’t think much of anything is there to be crushed.

To all of these guys, I want to say a big thank you. Because honestly, without all of these things that have hurt me and kept me up thinking alone at night, I wouldn’t be where I am today - lost, broken, yet still going. Still trying to find my purpose. Maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Or maybe my legacy is to just be a sad, pathetic excuse of a story for people tell their kids as a reason to “not “choose” being gay”. I don’t fucking know. Things aren’t really looking up, and I really do want to still have the positive outlook I used to have years ago, but life has drained me. I take my medication like i’m supposed to, but sometimes I still wake up and wish that I had died in my sleep. Life is hard. It gets better? Maybe. Perhaps in a different lifetime.

13 guys. 13 reasons. But, i’m not Hannah Baker. I don’t plan on killing myself. Let me make that clear. I just wouldn’t mind if I stopped existing.

Happy pride month! The gay community truly treats everyone well…

“Love” is “Love”

-NRL

#gay #gayman #gay sad #gay love #poetry #depression #sad #bipolar #pride month #trauma #superficial #:(

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drinkingpoison · 23 days

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For the ask game — 16!

I found two ask memes I'd rbed around the same time that both use numbers - my dumb ass cannot remember which one this is for. Apologies (⁠^⁠.⁠_⁠.⁠^⁠)⁠ﾉ

I've decided the two prompts go well together - so I'm gonna combine them into one! And use William to do it. I miss writing for him U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U

Write about a hug between your ship. / Write about one member of your ship holding the other down with force.

Small NSFW warning ! There's some choking, nothing too crazy, so 🔞

It had, unfortunately for everyone involved, been a pretty average night in the Afton household. Michael and Liz had come together in one of their signature nuclear confrontations, screaming and chasing each other around the house, something about Michael knocking over some robotic contraption his sister had been taking apart. At least the youngest child of the bunch had the brilliant idea to stay in his room, locked away trying to ignore the noise.

Things didn't get much better when William got involved, demanding they sit the fuck down before something got broken, only for the grown man to knock over a lamp as he lunged to grab his oldest son. Michael's indignant shout was quickly cut short, the back of his shirt being yanked hard enough to choke the air out of him.

"What the fuck is going on!?"

Everyone froze all at once, heads swiveling quickly to stare wide-eyed at the tired looking blonde standing in the hallway. Jeremy had obviously been trying to sleep, the clatter of something falling and shattering into a million pieces in their living room having woken him up.

"I get one extra night off, and all I want to do is get some sleep -"

"Mom! Mike destroyed my project and -"

Liz was scrambling across the living room, making an attempt to hide behind the newest addition to the fray. Only able to get away because William still had a death grip on the back of Michael's shirt.

"Go to your room."

"But -"

"Now, Elizabeth."

Jeremy sent the young girl scurrying down the hall with stern words and an icy stare, gritting his teeth in frustration as the door slammed behind her. He'd deal with that later, restoring some level of peace was the main priority right now.

"Michael, clean up the mess. And then go to bed. I don't want to hear any of you out here for the rest of the night."

"That's not fair. I didn't fucking break it! This dick should- Agh!"

The teen was suddenly being choked again, his father still having a tight grip on the back of his shirt, anything else he planned on spitting out quickly snatched right from his mouth.

"You really wanna finish that sentence, Mikey? I think I'd listen if I were you, sounds a whole hell of a lot better than -"

"William! Drop him! We're going to bed!"

The room fell quiet, the air tense as no one moved or spoke a word for a good thirty seconds. For once, the older man obeyed without argument, his own cold, dark gaze now fixed on the figure in the hall. Without a sound, he stood straight, releasing his hold on Michael and allowing him to crumple unceremoniously to the ground. He wasted little time lying there, narrowed eyes darting between his parents. Even he knew it'd be smarter to listen to the orders given right now, whatever his father had been planning for him surely being worse than prematurely going to bed. So despite his desire to argue, he went sulking off to get the broom.

Without another word, Jeremy turned on a heel and stomped his way back to their shared bedroom, Will trailing just behind him. The older man's expression was largely unreadable, closing the door gently behind him, staring down his companion the entire time. Either he didn't notice the unfaltering stare, or simply didn't care, used to his partner's mannerisms at this point.

"I can't.. I just can't believe this. I can't leave you all alone for a few hours? Without you tearing apart the house, getting physical again!? How many times do we have to go through this before you realize that doesn't help?"

"They were trying to tear each other apart, what on earth did you expect me to do? Just sit down and-"

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself! That's the whole problem. You're incapable of keeping your hands to yourself."

"Darling."

It always made Jeremy's blood boil when William took on that tone of voice with him, whipping around just in time for the older man to step up and grab his shoulders, casually sending him stumbling into their bed with a little shove. His immediate response would be to kick and scream, threaten to call the police like he had so many times before, but any possible protests were quickly cut short by a hand clasped across his mouth.

"Why don't you just try to breathe and calm down? You're scolding me for being aggressive, but here you are shouting in my face, like I'm some kind of child. Aren't you being a hypocrite?"

His voice was sweet, practically dripping with honey as he simply grinned back at the fire in his lover's eyes, very much not giving him any room to speak even after posing a question.

"Even now, you're being mean and trying to bite me. What kind of message do you think that sends?"

"Oh shut the fu-"

Cut short once more, this time by William sliding his hand from covering his mouth to wrapping around his throat, roughly squeezing either side and effectively silencing the trembling man once more. A mixture of anger and fear bubbled in Jeremy's stomach, though he at least assumed on some level his boyfriend wasn't going to cause permanent harm.

"Come on, breathe. It'll help you calm down. Don't you always tell me to do the same thing? Just breathe, it's not hard."

There was a taunting edge to his voice, grinning ear to ear as he watched the younger man's face rapidly changing colors as he squeezed just hard enough to cut off the blood flow, using his thumb to rub back and forth across his jaw as he watched Jeremy's eyes roll back.

He was seeing stars, hardly able to actually hear or make sense of the teasing over the sound of blood pounding in his ear, darkness slowly overtaking his fuzzy vision. Upon being released, it took him a moment to realize he could finally suck in a breath, grasping at the sheets as he gasped for air and slowly regained his senses.

"F..Fuck you."

"How about we just go to bed? It's late."

With a sickeningly sweet grin, William took off his glasses and set them on the bedside table, he wrapped his arms around the small blonde with a terrible casualness after what had just transpired. Would Jeremy protest? No, it wasn't worth it to protest. He'd been shown that over and over again.

It was easier to just curl into a warm embrace, and try to ignore the painful bruises already forming around his throat.

#📓#im sorry this took ten years for me to answer #i havent felt like writing basically since i moved #🩷#🚬#i love these toxic bastards

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Our Distance And That Person

Why My Angel Dust went to the hotel fic. Put under a cut for length.

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, M/M, AU - Canon Divergent, Cheating, Emotional Manipulation, Stalking, Coercion, Suicide, Forced Suicide, Hypnotism, Gaslighting, Daddy Kink, Jealous!Vox, Vox Is WAY Worse Than Val, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

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Valentino always thought he was slick.

No blame could be shelved on his beautiful shoulders because he was too sneaky to be caught with his hands in the cookie jar. But he had four spindly hands that were constantly digging into the heart of every pie in front of him without care.

Vox knew what his little love was doing. Hell, Valentino knew what he was doing. If there was a manipulative little bitch in Hell, there were a million manipulative little bitches in Hell. But there wasn't a manipulative little bitch in Hell that could hold a candle to Valen-fucking-tino.

If Val wanted to run around on him, fine. If he wanted to run to some other poor fool's bed, then fine. But this wasn't simple cavorting. It was more than just playing with other toys while he waited for Vox to calm down and apologize.

This was retaliation.

This was overkill.

This was war.

If Valentino wanted to get Vox's attention, he sure had it. Vox kept his eye on him through his browser history, through his phone, the texts he sent, and the songs he listened to. He knew that Valentino had listened to Nazareth's Love Hurts for the last two days straight whenever he was alone. Unfortunately, he knew that Valentino was spending less time alone than Vox would have liked.

No, he was out playing games with that cocky little whore of his. As if Vox of all people wouldn't notice them going out to that dance hall that Valentino liked Vox to take him to. Or the steakhouse they went to for their anniversary that year. Or the expensive lingerie store that Valentino liked almost as much as he liked getting things from Velvette. Valentino was putting his new dalliance on display, and Vox had had just about enough of these theatrics.

There was no Daddy in Hell like Vox, and it was about damn time that he reminded his runaway Bunny of that fact.

Angel Dust was a monkey in the fine-tailored cashmere suits that Valentino was dressing him in. He was a gangly, senseless lout with a mouth bigger than anything else he could offer. Uneducated, undisciplined, unimpressive. The only thing he had going for him was his looks.

Vox, meanwhile, was the whole package. Successful, intelligent, charismatic, reliable, hypnotic, sensual, powerful.

Whatever Valentino saw in his little pawn was little more than wishful thinking. Even Velvette hadn't been able to pull out of him what he saw in Angel Dust that didn't involve his fucking legs. Or his chest. His looks.

Well, Vox was a looker, too. And he was perfectly capable of making sure that Angel Dust wasn't worth looking at anymore. If Valentino hadn't wanted misfortune to befall his little starlet then maybe he should have kept his scrawny ass out of this.

But he hadn't.

He hadn't, and now they were both going to pay the price.

When he checked Valentino's calendar, he ignored the glaring ANGEL CAKES <3 with the hot pink background on Valentino’s off hours. He needed to focus on what he was actually doing, he wasn’t going to mess around in Valentino’s spare time. No, what he was looking for was the club schedules. He didn't want to get Angel before a porn shoot, that seemed... Well. If Vox wanted to work this angle, he'd need to do so in a way that wouldn't put his precious Bunny out too much. Missing out on a day of filming If You Say So might have clouded the feelings of Rejection that Vox wanted to cultivate. There wasn't much that could sway Valentino's feelings like that, but bleeding money?

That was more likely to make him mad. Vox wanted despondent, needy, and pliant.

It wasn't uncommon for his performances to be at Club Hell 666, and when he found the one on the schedule for tonight, he smirked. Checking the time on his internal HUD, he hummed as he strode to one corner of his control room. With a glance at the screen to make sure that he was flawless—and he was—the Sinner disappeared into the camera with a static hum.

It had been a long, long night. Angel Dust was still sore from the shoot yesterday, and then having to pour the rest of his energy into keeping Val happy? The spider was dog-tired. But that didn't matter. What mattered was Valentino’s happiness. Only part of this thought was that he loved him–and he did–the rest was to say that Valentino would be somewhat tolerable if he was kept happy during his fight with Vox. It wasn’t the first, it wouldn’t be the last, but it was the current one, and that made it the worst ever.

A little more blow disappeared up his nose and he closed his eyes, sighing softly. His lower hands gripped the vanity, and his upper hands combed through his hair slowly. Microdosing on affection helped him at his job more than he'd like to admit because it kept him grounded despite the overwhelming desire to flee. Well, usually. Tonight, the throbbing of the bass from another dancer's routine was doing little to quell the pain in his chest.

Valentino didn't love him, of that much he was sure. Angel wasn't the smartest man in any room he'd ever been in, but he knew a setup when he saw one. Valentino's goal, in the end, was Vox. He'd known that even back when Valentino was still charming him. His priority had always, always been Vox.

That didn't stop him from growing feelings in those early decades, though. From watering them and talking to them and letting them flourish. Even now, with Valentino treating him like dirt half the time and like he was a little piece of Heaven the rest of it, he loved him.

And he hated it. Drawing in a deep breath, he reached for the vase of red roses on his dresser and his eyes slammed open again. Hurling it across the room, his chest heaved with heavy panting as he growled, eyes narrowed. It was the turning that brought his attention to the Overlord looming behind him, just out of sight of the mirror he’d been standing in front of.

Shit. Shit. Fucking shit, fuck, fuck, fuck.

”Uh— M-Mistah Vox!“ He chirped suddenly, putting on his customer service voice as his eyes shot open wide and his smile formed tight over his teeth, tense, just barely shy of a grimace, ”Ta what d'I owe da plea...sure?“

”Oh, Angel,“ Vox began as he placed both hands behind his back, ”Pleasure's more... Valentino's thing, wouldn't you say?“

Angel didn't like how he said that, how he kicked his leg forward when he started across the room. He'd seen his share of snakes in his day, but this was more of a shark. Wading, waiting, watching. Ready to consume at any moment.

The way he felt seen right now was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before, and he was a Satan damned pornstar.

”I, uh. I... Y-yeah, I guess so.“ The spider trapped himself against his vanity as Vox finished his strut to the door, pressing his palm flat against it. For a second, he considered his next actions, before closing his eyes and reaching out an invisible tether to the nearest security cameras. Figured that they would be outside of Angel Dust's dressing room and also inside it. Using his tether to the one outside, he swung it from side to side to ensure that the coast was clear. When it inevitably was, he returned it to its perfect angle and immediately cut the signal of both cameras.

Most likely, Valentino wouldn't notice, and it wouldn't take him long to do what he came here to do. He'd flip the switch back when he was finished.

Valentino didn't need to hear his little boy toy scream in agony when the inevitable happened.

”So, can I do sumtin' for ya...?“ The high pitch in Angel's voice told him that the spider had some level of an idea of what was about to happen to him. It was about to hurt, whatever it was, and he could see that when the TV swiveled on his neck. God, he hated it when Sinners did creepy shit like that, but it kept him struck to the spot regardless.

”I don't think so, no.“ Vox's voice was dismissive, colored with static as he turned suddenly on a dime, pivoting like every move he ever made had been meticulously practiced, ”But I can do something... To you.“

”Huh?“

”Oh, nothing, nothing. It shouldn't hurt... Too much. I just need to send a little message to you that I don't think you're willing to receive if I'm not in the room with you.“ A cruel grin overtook his mouth as his left eye widened and the bullseye there pulsed. Angel's eyes reflected the black growing in waves, and he smirked.

”I need you to fetch a piece of that glass.“ Vox told him, turning to look at the broken vase, ”And I need you to draw it across your wrists. And then your throat. You can do that for me, can't you?“

”Yes, Vox.“ Angel's voice was on autopilot as the spider began to move, and Vox tutted.

”Ah, ah, ah. Wait a moment. When you come back... I want you to leave. Don't return to work. Let Valentino think you don't want him anymore. Am I understood?“

”Yes, Vox.“

”Good. I'll leave you to that, then.“

There was a pause.

"Oh, and Angel? Remember. This is our little secret. It wouldn’t do for you to go and run your mouth about this, so how about you do us both a favor and forget I was even here?"

“Yes, Vox.” Vox didn’t stay long enough to hear his name being said. The camera fizzled back online as Vox disappeared once more, leaving Angel Dust to his fate.

It wasn't even two hours later that Vox got the call. Valentino's precious 'o' face appeared on Vox's screen alongside his pet name on Vox's phone as Paul Anka’s Put Your Head On My Shoulder began to play.

Bunny Is Calling!

Vox wanted to be in caretaker mode the second he answered the phone, but he knew better than to give away his position like that. The pathetic little sniffle that started the call, however, did touch his black little heart, and he sighed.

“Are you drunk?” He questioned, “I'm not ready to apologize to you.” What a good liar, he was. Especially to a drunk Valentino.

“D-Destello,” Valentino whimpered, sobbing openly into the palm of his upper left hand, “He's— He—” Another shaky breath, and he let out a whine, “He killed himself.”

“Who, Bunny?” Sitting up, his brow creased and he threw the call onto one of his other monitors, watching as Valentino's face filled the screen. He looked like a mess, glowing pink tears slid down his cheeks and stained his skin and fur, and Vox could confirm that he was, indeed, drunk. And at home.

“A-Angie.” Came the broken reply, and the moth let loose another little whimper, soft and desperate, “I don't wanna be alone, Daddy. Please. Please.”

“Oh, Bunny. I am… I am so sorry. Maybe the attention was just too much for him.” Vox suggested, keeping the smile off of his face, but only barely. The proficient look of concern on his face was one that he had meticulously planned and practiced, and it was well worth it. Val was buying it, hook, line, and sinker, “Do you need anything?”

“Y-You,” This time, another sob shook his shoulders and Valentino dropped his phone onto the couch. Curling up beside it, he let the video continue to display the ceiling of his room, “C-come see me. I'm...”

Was he going to apologize? Vox perked up a little more, his lips parted in curiosity.

“Lo lamento, Destello. Ven aquí por favor.”

Wow. He really did apologize, and in no small words, either. Lamento, huh? Valentino really must have been feeling lonely. Perfect.

A patient, gentle smile and ooey gooey eyes worked onto Vox's screen and he nodded solemnly.

“It's okay, Bunny, don't worry your pretty little head over it. This has obviously gotten to you, and I accept your apology. Let Daddy come and make it all better. We could go shopping if you want?”

The suggestion danced around Val's head for a little bit, before he nodded at the ceiling. Reaching over, he grabbed his phone and turned it so that it could see him again. He nodded once more as the screen rotated and the picture became widescreen.

“Y-yeah, yeah. Si. Let's do... Do that.” Oh, Vox was going to get back in with him so good. This plan was working out so well that he couldn't have even paid for it to go any better.

“I'll be right there, Bunny. Daddy's going to fix you.” He promised with a purr, rising from his seat and adjusting his bowtie, “Just a second, Bunny.”

“Uh-huh. Se-See you soon.“

”See you in just a few seconds.“ As soon as they hung up, Vox had to laugh. It turned into a violent cackle in mere seconds. He'd won! He’d won because of course, he had! Disappearing into the nearest camera with an electric hum and the scent of ozone, he was in Valentino's room in record time with a gracious smile on his face and his arms open wide, ”Bunny? Daddy's he—”

Vox didn't get to finish his sentence before Valentino crashed into his arms. Clinging to his lover tightly, the moth buried his face in Vox's neck. Clutching Vox's suit jacket with his lower hands, his upper arms wrapped tightly around Vox's shoulders. The electric Sinner gently wiggled his arms free, shifting Valentino's arms to wrap around his chest so he could hold him close.

“There, there, Bunny, it's okay—” Vox purred with a whirr of his mechanics, and he rubbed the other's back. Holding him close as the other sank to his knees to make up for the height difference, he hummed softly, “Daddy's here, Daddy's got you. Nothing's going to hurt you, now.”

“Why'd he— He just—” Valentino blubbered against his shoulder, hiding his face there, now. He didn't wear his glasses, and the lights in his room were all off. The curtain was drawn on the window, letting in as little light as possible. Clearly, he didn't want to be blinded.

“He just...?”

“He k-killed... Himself at work.” A sob, “Did he w-want to get away-haay-haaaaaay from m-me so b-b-baaaad?” There it was, the sobbing, the carrying on, the glowing, pale pink tears streaming down his cheeks. Rubbing Valentino’s back a little more, Vox pressed a kiss to the top of the other's bald head. The taller Sinner was on his knees to be held properly, his thighs quaking.

“Noooo, no, Bunny. Nobody wants to get away from you. You're an absolute delight,” When he was behaving, anyway. Vox knew just what to say to at least get Valentino's antennae to perk up from where they laid flat against his head, “He's just some stupid junkie. He never knew what he had. He probably couldn't hack being in the spotlight with you. You're so much better looking than he is, and all he's got are his looks. You are the entire package, Baby. There’s nothing you can’t do, nothing that you aren’t. This is why Daddy wants you so badly. You’re perfect, and you’re perfect for him.” And Vox’s entire brand was perfection.

Simpering as though Valentino were a child whose ice cream had slipped down his shirt and it was such a shame, Vox cupped Val's cheeks in his claws. Kissing between his eyes, and then down to his lips, he smiled softly.

“Don't you worry about this, Beautiful. Daddy's got you. Daddy loves you. He's sorry we had that stupid fight.“

”M-mee-hee-heeee tooooo-hoo-hooooo.” Another sob wrenched from his lips and he clung tight to Vox, kissing him again as the tears continued to flow. Well, those were going to stain his screen, but it would be worth it. Valentino was his again. And that was fine by him; He’d expected this would be how this would end.

“Say it, Bunny.”

“I luh-huuuuh-hooove you, tooo-hooo-hooo.” Valentino whimpered, and Vox kissed him again, slow, shallow, careful.

“There's Daddy's good Bunny. Let's get you cleaned up and we'll go out on the town tonight, Daddy's treat.”

At least the option of spending Vox's money was always a good way to perk Valentino right up. He wiped futilely at his cheeks and sat up on his knees with another kiss and a pathetic sniffle. It would be a solid two hours of beautification before they were heading to the limo and on their way to wherever Valentino wanted to waste some big bucks, but that was fine. Vox enjoyed watching Valentino get ready for things, it was oddly calming to him to pick out the routine.

Vox was back, baby.

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Translations:

Lo lamento, Destello. Ven aquí por favor. - Spanish - I'm sorry, Spark. Please come here.

#MY WRITING ➽➽➽#HEADCANONS ➽➽➽#Let’s Stop Saying “Don’t Quote Me” Because If No One Quotes You You Probably Haven’t Said A Thing Worth Saying (νσχ)#I’m So Sad Wish Someone Would Take Me Out (αиgєℓ ∂υѕт)#And If You Get In My Face Then You’ll Get A Taste Even God Would Run Son (ναℓєитιиσ)#Darling You Love All The Drama 'Cause You’re Never Bored I Am Forever Yours (Vox ♡ Valentino)#The Pill I Keep Takin’ The Nightmare I Wake In There’s Nothin’ No Nothin’ But You (Valentino ♡ Angel Dust)

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 2 years

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𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙩𝙨 3

Last part

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:

You're 5 Months pregnant with Chris' child, but here's the thing, you both aren't together. You both had a one night stand which led to your pregnancy. You both were friends with benefits, but minus the friends think. You hated each other's guts, but Unfortunately you had to work it out for your unborn child sake and it's quite a mess

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆:

Angst

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈:

Tw blood, hospital things, some other surprises but not graphic

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈:

Chris Evans x ex reader

𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

Friends with benefits, enemies to ********

My whole ass masterlist

𝐼 𝐷𝑂𝑁'𝑇 𝐺𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑀𝐼𝑆𝑆𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑇𝑂 𝑃𝑂𝑆𝑇 𝑀𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝐴𝑁𝑌𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝐸𝐿𝑆𝐸

Right away you were rushed into the hospital and into surgery by doctors. Chris was freaking out in the waiting room as he waited for news on you and the baby.

He couldn't sit down, his heart was racing a million miles per hour as he feared the worse. What if you lost the baby? What if he lost you? His thoughts were all over the place and it wasn't doing him any good.

"hey Chris, I got your call." Chris turned around to see Emily. "Hey." He pulled Emily into a hug. "What happened?"

Chris ran his hands over his face, "I don't know, I just got back and she was in the tub full of blood. Chris shivered as the image filled his head again.

"oh my god, I'm sorry." Emily wrapped her arms around Chris rubbing his back. Chris allowed it until the doctor came out. Chris walked over to him.

"are they ok!?"

The doctor put his hand out telling Chris to calm down.

"uh they're ok. Uh your wife lo-" "ex." Emily interrupted.

A silence fell between them three before the doctor ignored her and kept going. "She lost a lot of blood And she's in a medically induced comma. uh... Your baby came a little early." Chris ran his hand over his face after he said that. "We're going to have to keep them in the NICU until they get better."

"can I see her?" Chris asked the man with pleading eyes. "Him and yes, follow me." The doctor said.

Chris began to follow. Emily started to do the same. "Emily please.." a sigh fell from his lips. "I need to go alone."

She nodded letting him go. Chris continued to follow the doctor until he reached the room where his little guy was. He was Hooked up to so many machines and tubes it broke Chris' heart.

His eyes filled with tears as he reached into the little opening and took the very tiny hand in his. Through his tears Chris looked down at the frail baby. "Hi little guy, it's your daddy here.." Chris smiled slightly. He ran his thumb over the little hand before pulling his hand out.

He swallowed as he blinked back his tears.

"would you like to go see y/n Mr Evans?"

Chris turned, nodding his head. "Yes, please."

The doctor and Chris stepped out of the nursery and walked to your room that was down the hall.

Chris stepped into your room as they reached it. You laid on The bed, unconscious with a few tubes Hooked up to you as well.

"we think that what caused her to lose blood was stress. Not sure what caused it, but it's not good." The doctor told Chris before he left the room on another call.

Chris closed his eyes, he breathed out softly as he sat down on the chair beside the bed. He knew this was all his fault. He should have just listened to you.

He took your limp hand in his. He looked over your face, "y/n..." A tear slipped from Chris' eyes. "Y/n, I'm sorry."

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I'll be making the masterlist later

@chris-butt @patzammit @bval-1 @raveviolet @enn-j @london-dreamer71 @harrysthiccthighss @captainamerica-is-bae @la-cey @lovepeacefood @baby-i-am-fireproof @denisemarieangelina @evans713 @smyfmj @thereisa8ella @rororo06 @keiva1000 @ughitsnic @adriannajackson123 @marvelnaturalock @notyourtypicalrose @dummiesshort @onetwo3000 @hhiggs @katiew1973 @andreasworlsboring101 @funfickgirl22 @hxnesthxneybee @henrythickcavill @melchills-j @moonlacebeam @chrisgirl4 @cevansfans @gengen64

@suitlifeoftj @kissme-hs @xoxoloverb @jessyballet @n3ssm0nique @traceyaudette @inlovewith3 @thefairywanderer @iharrietg @allthingchrisevans @pinkwigthicckass @smokememories @a-wxnderless-mind @moonie-brbs

@wanniiieeee @coldmuffinpartycloud

@naturefairy17 @bellzwellz @woodworthti666 @lauracontisstuff

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans imagines #Chris Evans fanfic #Chris Evans one shot #Andy barber x reader #Chris Evans angst #Steve Roger x reader #Steve Roger fanfiction

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