#uhhh shit. I forgot where I was going

[twixcake]

"𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤?"

Parings: Sanji, Luffy, Zoro x f!reader ♡

A/N I was talking with my friend about a VCH piercing and now I want one-:( ♡ Don't let me write fanfiction while listening to Lotus Flower Bomb...

⚠️: Cl♡t piercing, N♡pple piercings , praise, degrading, oral, fingering uhhh you name it. Luffy a bit more mature but his character still there!

Spell check: no, might do it later ♡

𝕊𝔸ℕ𝕁𝕀

"My baby! Here you go!!" Sanji appeared behind you with a drink in hand. He stood on one knee as he held the tray up for you to take. "Aww, Sanji that's so sweet of you, what's the flavor today?" You took the drink before giving it a sip. "Oh wow" His eyes sparked when he saw you continue to down the drink. "This is so yummy! What's in it baby?" He smiled at your praise before sitting next to you on the sun chair. "I tried something new!" He said, excitedly. "It's blueberry lemonade with a hint of strawberry!" You hummed before sipping the drink more. "It's delicious, I wouldn't mind trying it again!" He closed his eyes with a smile as you rubbed your fingers under his chin before smooching his cheek. "I'd be happy to pour you another glass, my baby, I made more just in case you liked it!"

"Sure! Just let me finish this glass!" He nodded as he watched you finish the drink before taking it. "Another one coming right up!" You smiled at him before he rushed away to the kitchen. He came back five minutes later holding a very annoyed Luffy and your drink in hand. "Here you go mon doux ange." You thanked him before he went back to scolding the young captain.

The drink was delicious. Just the perfect temperature for this hot sunny day, and just the right mixture of bitter and sweet.

You couldn't lie, you were enjoying it to the point where another cup wasn't sounding that bad.

"LUFFY YOU ALREADY HAD THREE CUPS COME BACK HERE-" You giggle at your boyfriend chase your captain around while you enjoyed your drink.

You still had a bit left in your cup before you felt the cup tilt over as Luffy ran smack dead into you.

"Oh shit!" You grab the cup before more can spill out, but the damage was already done to your shirt.

"DAMN IT LUFFY" You hear your boyfriend groan in annoyance while Luffy runs away. You laugh at the mess before standing up, your boyfriend already by your side. "Are you ok? Any injuries?" He checks your face for any scars while you shake your head. "No it's ok baby,I'm ok…but I should go clean myself up" you down the rest of the drink before placing it on the side table. "I'll help you," he says softly." "Je lui botterai le cul plus tard…" (I'll kick his ass later) He mumbled while you laughed.

"It really was a waste of a good drink though…"

Sanji followed you into your room as you fumble through your clothes. "Nope- It's too hot for that…" you mumbled before pulling out a tank top. "I guess this will do.." you turn back to Sanji before silently cursing."Dammit I forgot Franky and Robin were in showers…I'll have to wait." He shook his head.

"Wait here!" He said, "I'll go get you some napkins"

You sit on your bed patiently before Sanji comes back with a few damp and dry napkins. He leans in front of your legs before gazing up at you, his cheeks a bit pink. "Uhm..is it ok if I can?" You laugh, "Sanji, you're my boyfriend. No need to act so formal, go ahead." He nods as you rub your fingers over his cheek. He lifts your shirt up gently over your chest.

"My angel…"

His eyes grew wide as he was met with your clothed breast. Your piercings poking out underneath the fabric. Juice dripping down your chest onto your stomach..

He lets out a huge gulp. He wanted to stay composed for you. But the sight of your newly pierced nipples almost made him lose control. "My baby, what's this?" His hands shyly snaked their way to your chest while you smiled down at him. "Just got them done…do you like it?" You rub his hair as he lets out a small whimper. "I-i do!"

"O-oh god…." He lifted up your bra as your breast fell out. Your nipples slightly jiggling at the new freedom. He stared at the cute heart chain jewelry before he coughed.

"Y'know…" He gently moved your body over so you laid on the bed. "It would be against my policy to waste food…let me clean you up my angel…"

He leaned down to your chest before he sucked hard on your buds. His fingers playing with the cute chain you bought just for him. You knew he'd love it…but not this much.

"Ah…m'gonna buy you so much pretty jewelry ok?" He mumbled as he licked the spilled juice from your chest. All you could do is bite your lip at the motion. Your buds still sensitive from the piercing.

"O-oh that feels good, sanji…."

He hums around your bud, his finger flicking it occasionally, leaving you arching your back. "C-can I move further?" he panted, almost out of breath as he played with your cute chains. "I need you so bad please…" He humped the bed gently, trying to get some stimulation.

You smile, "of course baby, I need you too"

He removes your skirt and underwear. His cock twitching in his pants as he sees an implant on your underwear.

"Babyyy…" He whines, "Oh god- you-"

His patience grows thin as he tears off your underwear. The chilly air brushing against your heat deliciously as he stares at your cute piercing. He doesn't even ask before his tongue is over your clit. The metal ball merges with his mouth as it gently circles around your clit. He moans softly with you as you grab his hand. "O-oh shit…" His fingers bury themselves into your heat as he fingers you.

"A-ahh~" your back arches as he eats you out. His eyes almost watering at how needy he was. His pants unbearably tight around his cock as when whines against your pussy.

"F-FUCK" you cum around his mouth while he continued to suck hard around your clit. His fingers occasionally coming out to play with the jewelry.

"Again- p-please?….wanna make you cum again angel"

ℤ𝕆ℝ𝕆

"Ok, you agreed to go all out with me" Zoro said, a smirk plastered on his face as he chuckled at your sleepy expression. "You can't back out now" You both were in his crows nest. You should have known agreeing to work out with him was a bad idea...but you wanted to see your boyfriend happy so all you could do was nod.

"You sure you wanna wear all that stuff?" He said, pointing at your hoodie and warm up pants. "We'll be doing a lot, you'll be sweatin, trust me" you shake your head with a whine as you rub your shoulders "It's cold Zoro...couldn't we have done this in the afternoon?" He shook his head and let out a chuckle. "No way! You agreed to my terms, besides" he walked behind you and gave your arms a gentle rub. "You'll warm up soon, trust me." He gave you a small smile, and you couldn't help but return it and nod. "Ok, let's get started..go easy on me!"

You both started slow, Zoro helping you with the basics. Holding your feet down while you did push ups, your lips meeting his each time you sat up. Or how he'd let you sit on his back to get that extra burn he needed while he did a surprising number of push ups.

You had to admit, it was fun.

But you were starting to get hot.

You waved your hand at zoro when he pointed to the weights on the floor. Fanning your hand over your face. He couldn't help but let out a laugh. "See- I told you to take that damn hoodie off!" "Shut up! I get it- just give me a minute ok?"

He gave you a smug grin as you walked over to the side benches, lifting the jug over your body and reliving yourself with the cold water. "Oh god yes..." you said a bit breathless before removing your hoodie. The cool air immediately brushing over your body, giving you more motivation to continue.

You walk back to zoro as he lays on the weight bench. "Think you can spot me?"

You nod and stand over him, his eyes focused on the ceiling as he started to lift the weights.

"Wow Zoro...that's impressive" you praised, as he smiles up at you. "Eh? You think so-" His eyes widened in surprise as his hand almost slips on the weight as his gaze met your chest. Tight sweaty shirt showing off your beautiful figure, and most noticeably your piercings.

"ZORO!" You grab the weight and grab his shoulders. "Are you ok? What happened?" He tried not to stare....he really did. But the way your pierced nipples poked through your soaked shirt only made the buldge in his pants grow more.

"Uhm..." He looked away from your worried gaze. "Let's end it right here ok?" You tilted your head a bit confused before he lifted you over his shoulder. "But zoro-" He ignored you as he climbed down the ladder and into your shared bedroom. He lightly placed you on the bed.

"Zoro! What the hell!? Are you ok??" You looked up to meet his gaze only to be met with a heated face. His hands grasped your sides. "When did you get those?" His fingers traced over your clothed nipples. Chills ran through your body as he stared. "Last week...." you muttered. "Damn it, why'd you wait so long to show me-" He lifted your shirt up, and workout bra before his hands started moving on their own. "Fuck...so beautiful" he squeezed gently around your piercings, the sensation making your back arch a bit. "Mmm- I-I wanted it to be a surprise" You mumbled between pants.

"I...wanna see them while I'm fucking you.." its not like you'd stop him. You nod as you bite your lip, a small smile on your lips as he pulls down your pants and underwear, while one hand stays glued to your tit, rubbing it gently between his hard fingers.

"What the fuck....?" His hand moved away from your nipple and to your legs. You smirk at his awed reaction. He pried your legs open only to be met with a shiny piece of jewelry.

"You're fucking with me.." He mumbled. His hand raises as he gives you a nice smack on your ass. "You kept this from me huh why?" He smirked at you while you gave him an innocent pout.

"Alright, I see how it is..." His finger shoved it's way into your heat making you moan out of shock. His other hand toying around the metal ball making it squish gently against your clit. "Z-zoro please" you bite your lip. "Shut up...you want to hide stuff from me? " He smirked. "Need to be tamed or something?" He mocked before sliding off his pants.

"I'll fuck you until you learn not to keep secrets from me..."

𝕃𝕌𝔽𝔽𝕐

"I got you Luffy.." your arm wraps around Luffy's side as you help your boyfriend out of his bed. His chest still bruised and wounded from his previous fight, but he can't help but give you a warm smile. "Baby! There you are!" He said cheerfully as you helped him off the bed. "Gotta any meat with you?" You roll your eyes and smack his side lightly earning a tiny groan from him. "Is that all you ever think about? YOU'RE LITERALLY WOUNDED-" he pouts. "Fine I'll go get you some meat but then you NEED to take a bath ok? It's been three days, Luffy! I don't want you getting an infection if you have any cuts!" He snickers at your annoyance before crossing his arms. "Fine…but will you come with me?" He gave you a small pout. "Of course, I need to take care of you," you gave a worried expression at his bruises. "I'll wash you ok? I'll go get the meat then we'll go bathe" you both share a smile as he nods.

"OH- BABY-" He yells at you, stopping you from leaving the room. "Bring me some hot sauce too please!!~"

"Oh my god.." you roll your eyes with a cheeky smile before you leave for the kitchen.

"Back" you walk in to your drooling boyfriend. His mouth watering at the sight of the tray of meat. "YAY! THANKS BABY! You're the best-" His hands impatiently stretch out and grab the tray from your hands before he starts gnawing at the bone.

"Holy shit why are you so hungry!" You were surprised to see the bone already. "Sanji just fed you like an hour ago!!" He laughed before taking your hand and standing up.

"You know that won't keep me full!" He patted his stomach. "Alright! Let's go take that bath kay?" You nod as you lead him to the bathroom. You run warm water before seating him in the tub. "Stay here I'll go get the soap…" you walk over to the shelf before grabbing the soap and a towel. You sit on the edge of the tub while Luffy glares playfully at you.

"What?"

"Why am I the only one bathing!??" He frowns before you let out a small chuckle. "Sorry…sorry" You grab your shower cap before placing it on. "I'll join you, captain's orders I guess" you roll your eyes playfully before getting undressed. "Happy?" You sit besides his before he lays his head on your shoulder. "Yeah should have been-" His eyes trail down to your chest as you wash his back gently. Your buds hardened and perked up…but something was different.

His hand lifts up to your chest giving your nipple a soft squeeze.

"Ee- Luffy what are you doing?!?" You almost drop the towel as you stare at your boyfriend.

"These are new!" He gawks at your cute piercings, kind of cringing at the thought of having it done.

"Did it hurt??" "When did you get them done? Can I play with them?"

He doesn't even wait for an answer until you're seated in his lap. His hands pinching and pulling at your sensitive buds. "Mhh Luffy- i-i need to wash you baby don't-"

He kisses your cheek before smiling. "Do you have any more things?"

"Things? You mean jewelry?" He nods.

"Mhm…but that's not important Luffy! Lemme take care of you ok ahh-"

You Arch your back, your protests ignored as he sucked on your chest. His hands rubbing over your sides gently as he grinds against you. "Show me." He said flatly as he pinched around your jewelry.

"Mm- no baby I need to…mhh"

His dick was hard as he rubbed himself against you. He seated you between his legs so he could grind lightly over your heat. He sucked gently on your buds before his cock rubs against something cold…unfamiliar.

"Baby.." He mumbled against your neck.

"Stand up.." You raised an eyebrow, turning around to see his love struck face. His lids low and his breath hot. His body warm against you as he tries to push you up.

"Ok ok! You're acting so weird" you say as you stand up.

"Bend over…please?" "Wanna see…"

You do as he said, your face heated.

He clings to your thighs to support you as he stares. "Woah…" He leans in close.

"Baby! How did you get this? Did it hurt baby?" He rubbed your upper thigh, the pressure from his finger making the ball rub against your clit. "Ah…"

One of his hands left your thigh as two fingers spread you open. The bathhouse air making your shiver from the breeze.

"Luffy…"

He turns you around as he straddles your hips, his face heated and sweaty.

"Baby…I need you…"

He lowered you on his dick, his pelvis hitting gently against your clit as the ball moved with his movements.

Your tips jumped up and down as he bounced you up and down on his cock, his hands gripping your hips almost painfully as he stared at your piercings. "A-ah baby…can you get some cute red ones?"

"Wanna see it while I fuck you ok ?"

You let out a whine as you nodded.

You really couldn't deny your captain's orders.

#monster trio x reader #monster trio #luffy smut #zoro smut #sanji smut #sanji x reader #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #smut #one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece x you #♡ #piercing smut

[slvttyplum]

could you plsss write a dom suguru smut 😭 maybe sprinkle in some overstim and SOFTTTT aftercare 😭🖤

༄˖°.ೃ࿔*:･Cabin | Suguru Geto

SYNOPSIS: You and Suguru go on a group cabin trip, with a couple of drinks and your love for each other… what happens?

CONTENTS: dom!suguru, established relationship, rough, smut, fluff, soft, fem!reader

i forgot the overstim please don’t hate me 😣

“deodorant?” you ask with your iPad in the palm of your hand, the pencil hovering over.

suguru digs in the side of your shared bag, halfway pulling out a baggy with your deodorants, letting out a drawn-out "uhhh.”

“check.” he says, his deep voice flowing out like honey.

you check off the box on your iPad, zooming in on the next checklist item.  

“charges? including phone, iPad, and computer.” suguru pats himself down, then leans his body over the bag that laid on the bed, snatching up a mini box that held the chargers.

“check.”

you check off the box, then zoom into the last checklist, “spoons?”

he tilts his head, squinting his eyes in confusion. “what?”

you throw the iPad on the bed and walk towards the nightstand on your side, pulling out a ziplock bag filled with spoons.

“it’s for the couple's activity.” you say throwing the spoons on top of the bag, walking back to retrieve your iPad, checking off the spoons, then closing the case cover.

he sighs, putting the spoons inside the bag and zipping them up.

you guys were going on a couples trip for a few days. one of your girlfriends wanted you to come, so you of course agreed with no hesitation.

suguru on the other hand, wasn’t too thrilled; he wasn’t a big fan of hanging out with other couples.

at first, he made it his life mission to be accepted by your friends, hang out with them, and gain their trust, but after months, he gave up.

it’s not that they didn’t like him; it was that he was just... there?

after months of no avail, your friends would invite you and suguru on double dates, triple dates, and, oh god, dates with four couples.

every date ended with him complaining of a headache.

so knowing he wasn’t thrilled about 2-hour dinners with other couples, imagine how shocked and disappointed he was when you told him your friend invited you to a three-day trip in the mountains with four other couples.

“im sorry… fucking what?” he says, putting down his phone and looking at you like he just saw a ghost.

you slide on his lap, wrapping your arms around him.

“it’ll be fun, trust; amber really wanted US to come, please." you say, batting your eyelashes, taking a strand of his hair, and twirling it.

he sighs, dropping his head in defeat. how could he say no?

he thinks you guys are just going to build connections and all that other corny shit couples do in a group together, but really, this was for him.

he always had a hard time getting out there and just letting loose, and you thought this would be just right.

suguru slides the shared bag onto his shoulder, slipping his wallet into his pocket.

“you ready?” he asks, adjusting himself. you could tell he was nervous; he always had a habit of fidgeting before an event.

you nod, walking out, and suguru follows. after everything was placed in the car and the seatbelts were on, you both started the drive-out.

the cabin wasn’t too far, but it was a little bit away. the mountains and the waterfalls were really pretty this time of year.

after an hour or two of driving, suguru pulls into a rocky driveway where two other cars sit. a figure walks out from the porch towards the car as he parks.

amber knocks on the side of your window, and you smile brightly at her, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out.

suguru gets out, grabs your bags, and walks to the front of the car, leaning on it.

she gently pulls your arm, walking you to the side of the cabin.

“im so glad you could make it; i don’t know what i would’ve done if you couldn’t.” you laugh, reaching your arm out and rubbing hers.

“of course, are we too early? i don’t see anyone  else."amber digs in her pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and shaking her head.

“mm mm.” she says as she slips a cigarette in her mouth, shaking her head and lighting the cigarette.

she takes a drag, looking around the corner, then back at you. “everyone else lives a bit closer, so i’m sure they’re just waiting a bit.”

you nod, smiling at her, then look at the ground. she watches your demeanor change and taps your arm.

“i gave you the biggest room; why are you frowning?” she says it jokingly.

you laughed lightly, pushing her arm back; you were just scared for suguru. you didn’t want this to be an unbearable experience for him.

while you thought you could’ve been doing him a favor, he’s probably losing his shit.

“don’t be too hard on him," you say, leaning back onto the logs. amber rolls her eyes, taking another drag.

“oh come on, it’s all jokes. tell your boyfriend to stop being sensitive.”

you scrunch your face up in annoyance; he was far from that. he tried; no, actually, he tries.

“y/n it’s getting cold out. come on.” you hear suguru say from the corner. you peek around the corner, then back at amber.

she blows out her smoke, throwing it on the floor and smushing it. “he’s right, go see your room. i’ll wait out here, boo.”

you nod, walking back to the car, suguru leaning with his arms folded over his chest.

“you could’ve just gone inside.”

he leans off the car, holding his hand out for you to take. you walk towards him, clasping your hand in his.

“absolutely not. you go into random people’s houses?” you chuckle while walking with him inside.

the inside was filled with brick and a large couch in the shape of a square, with a small opening where people could walk in and out.

a circular, two-sectioned chandler hanging in the middle, the bright lights shining throughout the cabin.

“this is beautiful," he says as you pull him towards the steps, his eyes still locked on the living room. he’s seen cabins, but none this cozy and pretty before.

you drag him upstairs, his hand locked in yours. the hallway is long, with doors on each side of the hallway.

amber told you where your room would be ahead of time, so there was no trouble finding it.

“here you are.” you opened the room door; your room was the second-to-last door on the right.

walking in, there’s a king-size bed on the right side, a fireplace in front of it, and a big window further out in the room with a couch and a couple of chairs near it.

the room was spacious and beautiful. you let go of his hand, slipping off your shoes.

he sets the bag down beside sitting down on the bed; his eyes span the room, then at you. he pats his leg, gesturing for you to sit.

you smile walking over, sitting on his lap, he stares at you intently. his eyes are scanning your every feature.

his hand falls on your waist, gripping it, while the other rubs your thigh.

“you’re so beautiful," he whispers, the space between the two of you closing. he leans in, pecking your lips.

you kiss him back, wrapping your arm around his shoulder as the other sits on his cheek.

his kiss was soft and attentive, tasting each other. your hand on his cheek travels down to the end of his hoodie, sliding under and feeling his warm abs.

you pull away, giving him that look—the look he knows all too well. your eyes beg him for something more, and he slides his tongue over his bottom lip, revealing his tongue piercing.

“you want to do this now?” he asks, rubbing your waist and looking at you in the eyes, his twinkling.

you smile putting your forehead on his with both your noses touching. “no no, not right now; i want your full attention.”

he nods, smiling back at you. there’s a knock at the door and distant voices in the back.

you get up and walk towards the door. you open it, and there are Kayla and Sean at the door. they peek inside with their mouths dropped open.

"woahhh, look, they got the big room!” kayla says walking in with wandering eyes.

sean peeks inside, and his eyes land on suguru smiling. “sug! what’s up? where’ve you been?” he says, hand gripping the doorway frame.

suguru gets up, walks towards him, and smiles, "yo! right, y/n trying to hide me.” he says jokingly, you roll your eyes, walking towards kayla wrapping your arms around her, with her doing the same.

“oh stop it," you say, pressing your cheek against hers. sean holds out his hand, dapping suguru up.

amber walks in, throwing some clothes on the bed, and quickly walks back out, yelling from down the hallway.

“everyone put on your pjs, i’m ready to eat and get drunk!” everyone looks around slightly confused, but you unwrap your arms and walk towards the bed.

kayla walks out with sean waving her hand, “see you guys downstairs.” you and suguru mumble something back, holding up the pieces.

you hold up some small black shorts, and he holds up some black plain pajama pants. you both look at each other's pieces, and suguru holds his eyebrow up.

“and where the hell are you supposed to be wearing that?” he says, tossing his pants back on the bed and picking up the shirt.

you do the same, picking up the regular black t-shirt off the bed. “right.” you say, immediately slipping off your shirt. suguru looks at you and then does the same.

“wait awe, don’t we look cute?" you’re both in the pjs and suguru is redoing his bun. he looks at you through the full-body mirror in the corner of the room, holding his rubber band in his mouth and both his hands holding his hair.

he takes the rubber band out of his mouth, slicking his hair back. “uh huh, do a little turn for me.”

you turn around, bending down, putting your arm between your legs, and patting your backside.

he ties his hair in a neat bun with a strand of hair hanging out, smirking, “atta girl."

he turns around and walks towards you, smacking your ass. “come on.” he takes your hand, and you both walk downstairs.

there’s a few people in the kitchen, and there’s some people in the square-shaped format in the middle of the living room.

when you guys make your way to the living room, everyone starts cheering playfully, “ahhhh there's the slow pokes.” amber says criss cross apple sauce in between her boyfriend’s ian legs while sipping her wine.

you grin as you walk towards the couch, slipping into the opening and flopping down. suguru ruffles your hair before heading to the kitchen to get himself something to eat.

“i hope everyone brought their spoons like i put in the checklist, cough cough zola."

zola is in the kitchen, pouring different liquors into a big mason jar. she rolls her eyes, yelling back.

“yeah fuck off. i doubt we’re even going to do that fuckass activity.”

amber shifts in her seat, swallowing the last bit of wine and rolling her eyes. “can you just hurry up?"

you lean back, trying to get a view of the kitchen to see what suguru was doing. you hated to admit it, but you did sometimes look after him like he was a child.

you never knew what he was thinking or feeling in moments like this, and you knew being in a new environment could make him feel nervous.

a warm hand gripping your thigh shook you out of your thoughts. you looked down and then at amber.

“you’re getting thick, girl; he must be putting in that work.” you laugh, and you feel someone sitting down next to you.  

suguru holds out a glass of red wine filled to the brim for you, and he has a red solo cup in his.

“who’s putting in work?” suguru says, pulling your leg over his thigh.

kayla pops a cherry in her mouth, looking at the both of you. “you obviously.”

suguru takes a sip out of his cup while his other hand rubs your leg. “what do you mean?"

zola and her boyfriend, ethan, slide through the small opening, putting the big mason jar in the middle and flopping down with their red solo cups.

“you’re fucking her good," ethan says, sliding down between zola’s legs.

you cough up your drink, some going into your nose. while you knew where this was going, the comment still caught you off guard.

suguru pats your back while everyone laughs.

“ain’t nothing wrong with that.” zola says taking another sip of her drink.

the night was filled with laughter, eating, and drinking. it was chill, and this was the most peace you’ve felt in a long time, besides suguru of course.

everyone dialed down, talking among themselves as suguru was leaned into you, his face only inches away from yours.

he brings his voice down to a whisper only you could hear, rubbing your leg still.

“those shorts look good on you, baby.” you smile and whisper back, “those pants look good on you.” he smiles back at you, his hand inching up to your inner thigh.

“let’s go up; it’s late.” you nod, looking at him with low, glossy eyes.

he grabs your hand, guiding you to the steps. “do i need to carry you or are you good?” you grip his hand, shaking your head. “i’m good, i’m good,” you say.

he nods, guiding you up the steps and then down the hallway to your room. you guys get in, and he’s immediately on you.

his lips locked onto yours and his hands roaming your body, he pushes you against the door and locks it as he kisses you on the jaw.

his cheeks are flushed and his head is buzzing from all the drinks he had, but that’s not stopping him.

he’s been looking at you all night, with your ass popping out of those tiny little shorts and your shirt rising every time you moved.

“i want you so fucking bad," he says between kissing you. you moan into his mouth as his tongue tickles the roof of your mouth.

he didn’t know if it was you or the alcohol making his dick twitch, but he just marked it down as both.

he takes a step back away from the kiss, a spit string connecting on both his and your mouth. picking you up and walking toward the bed, your arm was wrapped around his shoulder, and your hips grinded into him.

your breathing got heavier as he set you down on the bed, the bright light shining on your face.

suguru takes a few seconds admiring you before sliding his hands under your shirt, his hands inched closer towards your boobs.

you gulp as you feel his fingertips on your nipples, sending shivers down your spine. he  takes one hand and places it on the mattress, balancing himself as he hovers over you.

his knee pushing into the mattress and sliding up between your legs, you spread your legs wider to fit him.

the heat radiating from your crotch is felt between the fabric of both your shorts and his pants.

he pushes his knee into your core as you grip his arm. pushing into you harder with a specific rhythm.

“grind into me; i want to feel you.” he says this as his finger swipes over your nipple repeatedly.

you look up at him with doe eyes, listening, rocking your hips back and forth, and he moves his knee. your cunt is getting wetter by the second.

he suddenly stops, leaning back up. you lean up after him, and he’s pulling down his pants.

“take off those shorts, now.” his tone was authoritative. you quickly do as you say, sliding your shorts off along with your panties.

he stares at you while you do it, running his thumb over his bottom lip.

“on your knees.” he says, taking a step back and making room for you.

you slowly slide off the bed, getting on your knees and placing your hands in your lap.

he smirks but quickly hides it, stepping closer and grabbing your hair in one swift move.

“oh shit.” you say as his fingers slip in between your hair. 

he takes his other hand, pulling down his briefs, hard on slapping on your face. it startles you, but you keep your composure.

“how bad do you want this dick down your throat?” his voice deep and smooth, his words bouncing off of you.

you take one of your hands, grab it, and then suguru slaps it away, quickly grabbing your wrist with force.

you ball your other hand in a fist, still trying not to show reaction. he takes his other hand, gripping your jaw.

“i asked you a question; that means speak.” he says this, cocking his head to the side. you swallow, nodding.

“i want your dick so far down my throat, suguru.” he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, sliding his thumb over your bottom lip and pushing it into your mouth.

“suck, show me how good you can work this pretty little mouth,” he says, pushing his thumb further down your throat.

you swirled your tongue around his thumb, pursing your lips on it as his dick twitched on your face. that movement along made your pussy hush with excitement.

he suddenly takes his thumb out, sticking his dick inside your mouth with no hesitation. your eyes widen in shock as you grip his thighs for stability.

“there you go, take it," he says, moving his hips back and forth.

he couldn’t wait any longer; the feeling of your tongue swirling on his thumb was enough to send him into overload.

he grips your hair tighter as he pounds into your mouth, biting his lip and looking down at you, trying to suppress his moans.

he places his other hand on your cheek, and he feels his dick sliding in and out of you rapidly.

your eyes start to water as bubbles start to form on the sides of your mouth, and your twirl swirls around his length as it keeps hitting the back of the throat.

alright enough of this, he thinks.

he slips his dick out of your mouth, pulling you up to your feet by your hair.

“bend over," he says. you obey, leaning over the end of the bed, using your elbows for support.

suguru lines himself up, sliding his hand over your core, you shivering from his touch and your wetness coating his fingers.

“you’re so needy for me," he says, sliding himself inside of you with no hesitation.

“oh fuck…” you let out, dropping your head down, his hands still interlocked in between your hair.

he thrusts into you, rubbing your ass with his other hand and giving it a hard smack with his other hand.

your back arches as you feel the heat and stinging radiating off your ass. you bite your lower lip, realizing there’s a whole group of people downstairs that could hear you.

suguru leans down toward your ear, smirking.

“look what the fuck i do to you. you're scared someone’s going to hear you getting your brains fucked out."

he pounds into you again, giving your ass another smack. your words are caught in your throat.

scared a moan is going to escape if you even say a peep.

he smacks your ass again, pulling your hair with force, his jaw clenched, his grip tightening.

“call out for me.” he says it still in your ear, his breath sending goosebumps down your spine.

you shake your head while still biting your lip, you’re sure at the rate you’re going, blood will flow out soon.

he takes removes his hands from your hair, sliding them on your neck, gripping, and your head falling back on his shoulder.

his pace is quickening, and your heart is beating faster. you can hear his breathing, feel his heart beating, smell the alcohol on his breath, and see his signature strand of hair rocking back and forth as he continues to put his all into fucking you.

the bed creaking beneath you as he thrusts and pounds into you.

you can feel yourself lose yourself and clench around him as he keeps going; your breathing is heavy and your eyes are drooping.

his squeezes your neck, whispering in your ear, “are you going to answer the fucking question or do i need to stop?"

"no, no don’t stop.” you thought to yourself

you let out slow, small breaths before trying to speak again. “suguru.” you say in a soft voice as he digs into you deeper. he takes his other hand, placing it under you and pressing down on your stomach.

you let out a sudden scream, rolling your eyes back deep. he kisses the side of your face, pressing again and getting the same response.

“that’s my girl; now just say my name just like that.” he says pressing down again. you clench your draw, wanting to hold your head down, but the grip suguru had on you was tight.

literally and figuratively.

he presses down on your stomach again, and you let out a loud moan.

“suguru!” you shout out. your world went blurry as your head began to spin.

there it was, your heart beating, and the heat radiating from your cunt exploded.

suguru quickly pulled out, spilling all over your ass and flopping beside you; his head was ringing and his heart was beating out his chest, trying to catch his breath.

after minutes of you laying on your stomach collapsed and suguru laying on his back, trying to regain his thoughts, you turned your head towards him.

“that was new… right?” suguru slowly turns his head towards you, grinning.

“definitely new. what did you think?” you smile brightly, sliding towards him, throwing your leg over his and your arm over his stomach.

“i loved it; do you think anyone heard us?” you ask almost in a whisper.

suguru laughs, wrapping his arm around you and kissing your head. "nah, I think they’re fucked out; they’re minds, even i am.”

you laugh, snuggling into his side, his smell bringing you comfort as your eyes slowly shut.

“i love you," he whispers, closing his eyes.

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[pedroshotwifey]

One Condition

This is actually a requested fic from the lovely @survivingandenduring! You can view the request here if you'd like!

Pairing: Marcus Pike x fem!reader x Ezra (Prospect)

Word count: 4.9k

Tags/warnings: unprotected piv sex, sex pollen trope, dubcon, unprotected anal sex, double penetration, oral sex, cum eating, so much cum like its kinda scary, Ezra being a nasty little freak, anal fingering, pain kink, big fat juicy plot twist, this is absolutely nasty shit, stuff I'm probably forgetting, I'm actually not sorry at all for this

Summary: You and your partner, Marcus Pike, get stranded on an inhabited planet and run into problem after problem. You find yourselves in a compromising position that requires help from a strange man, who comes to you with one condition.

A/N: Uhhh. don't look at me 🫣

*****

“Um, Marcus?” 

You look at your partner, who has the same worried expression on his face as you. 

“Yup.” 

It’s not a question. You’re both thinking the same thing; you’re in the wrong place. 

It looks similar to the planet you were supposed to be landing on, but most of the scenery here is a lush green instead of the blue hues you’d been expecting. It’d looked the exact same from above the atmosphere, but there is a clear difference now that you’re on the surface. 

Marcus mutters a curse under his breath but begins the landing sequence anyway. That’s probably for the best; that way the two of you can figure out where you really were, and then where you actually need to be going. 

Dust comes up around your shuttle as you touch ground, the greenery around you rustling a bit as the jets power down. You get up from your seat when you feel the craft settle enough for the floor to be stable. 

Marcus follows, shutting everything down and then unbuckling himself from the pilot’s chair. You’re already on the other side of the small contraption, looking through the maps you have stored in the tiny compartment of the far wall. He comes up next to you and pulls up the planet encyclopedias, trying to find a description that matches the world you’ve landed in. 

You spend the next few minutes flipping through various books and maps until Marcus comes across a planet that matches. He hands the book over and points at the section. 

“Here,” he points. “It looks like we're on a sister planet to the one we’re supposed to be on.” 

You hum in agreement, reading the small passage provided next to the picture.

“Alright, well, let’s get her powered back up.” 

Your partner sighs, running a hand over his face. You furrow your brows. His face has paled a bit and he seems a bit reluctant to follow your request. 

“Is there a problem?” 

“Yeah, actually. We’re out of fuel,” he admits, trying and failing miserably to maintain eye contact. 

You gape at him. 

“Marcus! You were supposed to fill her up before we fucking left! It says here that there’s no civilization!” 

He nods along as you scold him, knowing it’s well deserved. 

“Yeah, I know. I forgot until we were halfway here, but I knew it would take just enough to get us on planet, and we could get more from there. It’s not like I knew that we would be landing on the wrong planet” He spews it out, not defensive exactly, but regretful. 

You groan and walk back to the front of the ship, checking the fuel gauge. 

“We’re running on fumes right now, I don’t know if it’s going to be enough to get us to the neighboring planet.” 

You look at him, trying to keep your anger from showing up because you know that it was genuinely an accident, and Marcus isn’t usually one to mess up like this. But of course when he does, you get stranded on an unknown planet.  

Rubbing your eyes, you walk in a circle around the floor, trying to think of a plan. You can feel Marcus’s guilty eyes following you until you come to a stop. 

“Okay,” you start. “The book said that this planet is typically only used for mining aurelac, right?” 

Marcus nods slowly, obviously confused as to where you’re going with this. 

“Well then there should be at least a few miners on planet in that case, right?” 

He nods again, furrowing his brows in thought. 

“So we should go out and try to find someone to borrow some fuel from?” he asks. 

“Yes. Either that or see if there’s someone who can hitch us a ride.” 

He sighs and puts his hands on his hips, his gaze downcast to the floor as he thinks through the options.

“Yeah, seems like our best bet,” he agrees after a minute. 

Within a few minutes, you both pack small bags and suit up to withstand the harsh environment of the planet. According to the book, the air is extremely thin and can sometimes hold toxic chemicals depending on other factors. You follow Marcus out of the craft and watch as he makes sure everything’s sealed correctly, before you both start walking into the woods. 

“Do you know where you’re going?” you ask after you’ve been walking for a while.” 

Marcus looks at you, his expression still holding hints of guilt. 

“Not exactly. I think most of the mines are located in the forest though, so we’ll just have to keep walking and hope we come across—” 

“Shit, Marcus!” 

You yell for him as he stumbles across a root and tumbles down into a pit. It’s not super deep, but just enough so that he could have seriously hurt himself with that fall. You carefully slide down the side of it to join him. 

“Are you okay?”

He looks up at you from where he’s planted on his back and groans a bit. He opens his mouth to reply and that’s when you see that his mask is on the ground next to him, crushed into several pieces. 

“Shit,” he croaks, already feeling the effects of the thin air. 

You crouch down beside him, feeling him up for any injuries. 

“Does anything hurt?” 

“Just my head. It’s fucking pounding.” 

You sigh. “Probably from lack of airflow.” 

“C’mon,” you grunt, threading your arms under his. “Let’s get you back and hope that you don’t die.” 

He glares at you but allows you to help him into a sitting position.

“Well, isn’t this unfortunate? Two little birds trapped in a cage.” 

You both jolt at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. You peer up to the top of the pit and find a man standing near the ledge, a blaster aimed directly at your head. He wears a shabby, brown suit with a bulbous helmet that would be almost funny looking if not for the imminent threat he poses. You slowly raise your hands and start to stand back up, a rush of fear creeping up your spine. 

“We’re not armed,” you start. “My friend’s mask just broke; we need help.” You try not to sound too panicked as you explain your situation to the stranger, praying to whoever may be listening that he’s not planning to shoot both of you.

“Don’t worry gem, I don’t want to kill you. I simply would like to assure myself that neither of you had plans of my own execution.” 

You furrow your brows at his choice of wording, his strange drawl only adding to your confusion. 

“I, uh. No.” What else can you really say to that?

You glance down at Marcus and see the same befuddled expression on his face. 

“I will warn you that your…friend”—he cocks a brow at you as he says it—”has chosen a rather unfortunate time to lose his filtration system. Assuming, of course,  you haven’t already discovered the effects of the tainted oxygen.” 

You shake your head as your mouth goes dry. 

“Is—is he going to be okay?” 

The stranger pauses for a moment as if in thought. He cocks his head and then looks back at you. 

“He should be as long as he receives the assistance he should require.” 

“What do you mean by that?” This comes from Marcus. 

The stranger frowns and lowers his gun, which he seems to have just remembered he was still holding up. 

“Are you not familiar with this planet’s cycles?” 

You both shake your heads.

The man sighs and kneels on the ledge extending a hand. You stare at it, neither of you making a move toward him. 

“Do you want to stay in this pit? I think it would be rather unsanitary to do so under your current circumstance.” 

You flash another glance at Marcus, who nods slightly toward you, encouraging you to take the other man’s hand. You step forward and place your palm in his, allowing him to pull you up, and then you kneel to help him hoist Marcus up as well. 

“I’m Ezra,” the man says once the three of you are standing. You introduce the two of you as well, figuring at this point that the stranger has to be at least mostly harmless. 

“Alright, well tell me, little bird; are you and Marcus of the romantic type?” 

You just stare at him, unsure of how to answer that, nor of why he would feel the need to ask in the first place. You can feel Marcus’s eyes on you as your cheeks begin to burn. 

“I–uh…” 

You let your eyes meet your partner’s, a silent conversation transpiring. You’ve engaged in some less than appropriate activities throughout your travels, but it’s always been strictly for stress release or simply a product of boredom. The last few months, it’s been more of an unspoken thing. 

The two of you care for each other and behave as most couples would, but you’ve never actually given each other the labels. You definitely never thought that the deciding conversation would be in the presence of a strange man who seems to be about to deliver some bad news. You’re about to answer when Marcus gives you a short nod, lifting the burden off of your shoulders. 

“Yeah, we are.” 

The man nods, though he’s clearly amused. You’re sure he can see what just happened and must have used context clues to figure the rest out out. 

“That’s fortunate for you. What’s circulating in the air currently is what could be described as an aphrodisiac. I’m sure you’re familiar with such?” 

You and Marcus exchange yet another glance. 

“Yes, we’ve heard of them,” you say. 

“Do you have a craft nearby?” Ezra asks, peering behind you as if he could spot one he missed before. 

You hesitate before answering. Even if he’s seemed to be helpful so far, can you really be sure it isn’t a trap? 

“We have a shuttle,” you decide on just to be on the safe side. “We’re out of fuel though. That’s why we're out here in the first place,” you add just in case the man has some extra laying around for some miraculous reason.

Just then, you near a heavy thud and a groan. You spin on your heel to find Marcus keeled over, his hands over his groin and his exposed skin covered in a layer of sweat more intense than what’s normal for this climate. You’re on your knees beside him within a second, your hands running over him until he flinches away as if you’d burned him. 

“Marcus! What’s happening?” You aim your question at Ezra, who’s still standing above the two of you with an almost pitying expression. 

“The effects are getting to him, little dove. I’m afraid you’re going to need to help him in a timely manner.” 

You think for a moment, knowing getting your partner all the way back to your shuttle is going to be a difficult task in the state that he’s in. 

“I have a camp not too far from our current location, I’m willing to offer up the space on one condition. And before you protest, we both know it’s not safe to engage in life saving activities out here in the open.” 

You stiffen at this. Of course there’s a catch; it’s not common to receive help from a random stranger without them expecting anything in return. You glance down to make sure his gun is still in its holster before narrowing your eyes at his face, not liking the way his smile has turned a bit wolfish. 

“What do you want? We don’t have any coin.” 

“Oh, no, gem. I don’t want your profits. I simply desire to join you and your handsome partner. It’s been a long time since I had something other than my own fist to keep me company.” 

“What?” you bark, slightly humiliated that he would suggest something like that, regardless of how handsome he may be. “No, I’m sleeping with a stranger in exchange for shelter!” 

“Now don’t get feisty, dove. I didn’t say it had to be you,” he says, watching Marcus with a newfound hunger. “Though it would probably be fortunate for your friend here that it was, assuming he is of the hetero kind.” 

“Don’t,” Marcus croaks, looking up at you the best he’s able to. 

You’re torn, knowing that Marcus needs help quick, but not wanting to give either of you up to this man. When it comes down to it though, you’re always going to choose what’s best for your partner. You look up at the man with disdain, knowing that you’re not going to have much of a choice here. 

“Fine. But not him.” 

Ezra’s smile broadens. 

“Very well, gem. Right this way.” 

He turns around and waits for you to get a near-delirious Marcus about halfway up so he’s propped by one of your shoulders. Noticing your struggle, Ezra comes to his other side and mirrors your position, one hand supporting around his waist. 

As you walk, Marcus’s temperature keeps rising and his groans get worse. Fortunately, the man wasn’t lying when he said he had a camp nearby; you only have to walk for about a minute before coming across it. 

He opens up the flap as you get closer, taking the zipper all the way down and helping you ease Marcus in. As you lay him down, you can see the bulge in his flight suit; almost twice what is normal. You hear Ezra zip the opening back up and then step in behind you. 

“F-fuck, I’m sorry, I can’t–” 

Marcus cuts himself off as he shakily pulls down the zipper on his suit, revealing his undershirt and boxers. His hand goes down the latter not a second later, a pornographic moan coming from him as his hand makes contact with his engorged cock. He starts stroking himself under the fabric, panting heavily, and it makes your mouth go dry despite the circumstances. 

“Shit, I-it’s not enough,” he grits out, pumping furiously. There are tears in his eyes as he looks at you, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

“Better help him quick, little bird,” Ezra quips from behind you, already removing his attire as well. You comply, though for which man you’re not sure. 

You strip quickly, the three of you tearing your own clothes off at the same time, each of you stark naked at the end. You feel so exposed between the two of them, especially with Ezra, who doesn’t help at all by giving a lewd whistle at the sight of your bare body. 

You give him a look so nasty that you’re surprised he doesn’t drop dead. He raises his hands in defense. 

“Woah, little bird, I meant it only as a praise.” 

You ignore him and turn to Marcus, who’s just now shoving his boxers off. You gasp when his dick springs up, heavy, red, throbbing, and leaking an obscene amount of precum. It’s swollen to a point that looks almost painful. 

You swallow your nerves and try your best to ignore Ezra as you instruct Marcus to lay down on the cot. He tugs you with him, feral to get to you at this point. You fall over him and he immediately starts sucking and licking all the skin he can get to, his hips thrusting up into nothing. 

You see Ezra move out of the corner of your eye, taking a seat in the single chair inside the small tent. You lift your head as much as you can to make sure he’s not going to try anything. 

“Carry on, gem. I’m a patient man; I can wait my turn.” 

If you’re being honest, he looks a little too smug.

Suddenly Marcus is flipping you over, shoving you down to the bed on your back, whispering something you can’t quite catch. He doesn’t wait another second before you feel his cock at your underprepared cunt, and your eyes barely have a chance to go wide before he’s forcing himself into you, groaning wildly as he tugs you down onto him. 

It’s only then that you realize he had been whispering “sorry”. 

You scream and your hands come up to reflexively try to get him off. There are tears as he keeps shoving himself in, stretching you to your limit. Through your blurry vision, you can see tears in his as well, more of shame than of pleasure by his sympathetic expression. 

“I’m sorry,” he says again.

“N-no,” you squeak even as your hands claw at his back from the discomfort. “It’s okay. Don’t stop. Even if I beg you to.”

You close your eyes and try not to focus on the uncomfortable feeling between your legs as Marcus begins to unrelentingly slam his hip into yours. You hear a sound coming from beside you, and turn to see Ezra pumping himself through your blurry vision. It’s a sight that really shouldn't turn you on as much as it does.

You moan despite yourself as the pain coming from your sore cunt turns into pleasure. You’re getting wetter and wetter as the seconds tick by, the glide of your partner’s cock becoming easier and more toe-curling. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he starts to punch that spot deep inside you. You’re getting hot fast, sweat building up in every crease and crevice as your pussy seems to get more hungry for what Marcus is feeding it. 

Each thrust sends you up the bed, but Marcus holds onto you so that you don’t go too far. He’s grunting like a feral animal, his body maneuvering every which way until he finds the position that provides him with the most momentum.  

“Ohh that feels so fucking good, baby,” he hisses through his teeth. “Gods, you always take me so f-fucking well.”

You’ve never heard him talk like this before—with this level of vulgarity. You whimper, making eye contact with Ezra as Marcus nails something even more delicious within you. His gaze is heavy and on your face rather than on your body, which surprises you as much as it flatters you. 

“Does she suck cock just as well?” Ezra’s deepened voice comes from the chair, his eyes still on you as he asks the question. 

Marcus looks down at you, albeit with heavy lids, for your consent. You nod, already fucked out beyond thinking clearly. 

“Better,” comes Marcus’s reply, his stare just as heavy as Ezra’s. “Why don’t you come see for yourself?” 

You moan at the thought of being taken from both ends, one of the domineering men on each side. This is going much better than anticipated, both your mind and body opening to the stranger despite your earlier protest. 

Ezra doesn’t have to be asked twice, already getting up to hover his thick cock over your face, slapping it gently against your lips. The cot is the perfect height for him to stick it into your mouth, though he waits. 

“You want this, gem?” 

You almost find it funny that he’s asking, considering he didn’t give you much of a choice earlier. You nod anyway, because you honestly do, your gaze is trained on it as your mouth waters. He threads one hand through your hair, pulling you into the right position, and then uses his tip to part your lips. 

He moans as he sinks in, his eyes fluttering shut as you immediately wrap your tongue around him. You find yourself groaning at his salty taste, savoring the weight of him as you start to pull him in. Your cunt throbs as he and Marcus both moan out at the same time, Marcus doubling over while Ezra bottoms out. 

Marcus brings one hand to your clit and begins rubbing up and down at a furious pace that would have made you scream if not for the other man’s cock in the way. Tears leak from your eyes as Ezra begins to pump in and out of you, his hips thrusting as he uses the hand in your hair to hold you where he wants. 

“Oh you feel devine, little gem,” he moans, his eyes still closed and his lips parted as he picks up the pace. You can feel him hitting deep inside your throat, making you resist the urge to choke. It’s overwhelming but in the best way. 

“Oh, fuck!” Marcus nearly shouts the curse as his hips stutter. “Come with me baby, come on,” he urges, moving his hand quicker. 

Your back arches up at the feeling, though you’re still pinned by both men. Suddenly, everything flashes white, your hearing going dull as your entire body convulses with the power of your orgasm. You have just enough brain capacity to think that this has got to be the highest level of pleasure attainable. 

It goes on forever, your pussy pulsing as you sob and moan around Ezra’s cock. You faintly hear Marcus’s own moans and feel his dick twitch and throb within you, coating your walls in his creamy white spend.

You don’t even realize you had closed your eyes until you open them again upon feeling your own drool dribbling down your cheeks to mix with your tears. Ezra coos down at you, wiping away the saliva though he doesn’t dare slow his pace. 

“M-messy little bird,” he laughs.

You glance back down at Marcus the best you can just to realize that he’s still hard as a fucking rock. He’s still riding out his own high, rocking slowly to prolong it as much as possible. His eyes flick back up to yours after a moment, and then to Ezra’s who watches him intently as he continues to defile your throat. 

The gurgling sounds coming from you should be downright disgusting, but they only add to the eroticness of what the three of you are doing right now. The tent seems to have filled with the thick scent and humidity of sex, making your head even more foggy than provided by your orgasm. 

Ezra’s not far after the two of you, grunting heavily and pulling on your hair to a painful level. He pulls out and strokes himself over your face, letting his cum splatter across your features right after you close your eyes. His thumb comes to your lips, making you open your mouth as he moans aloud. 

Some of his seed falls on your tongue, and you swallow it down as Ezra finishes the last few spurts. You open your eyes when you’re sure he’s done, panting and gasping despite your sore throat. 

It’s at the same time that the two men pull away from you, and you’re extremely confused until you see that they’re maintaining eye contact, seeming to have had a silent conversation while you’d been distracted. 

Suddenly, you’re being lifted by the both of them, your body being rearranged to their preference. You’re so fucking tired, but you do your best to comply with their actions. You’re being lifted onto Ezra’s lap when you finally understand their plan. 

His cock is only half-hard after his orgasm, but he begins rutting himself against you regardless as Marcus disappears from your line of sight. You half-collapse on Ezra, moaning as your clit gets stimulated thanks to his thrusts. 

“Second drawer, pretty boy,” he pants. You hear shuffling and then Marcus returning behind you before you get the chance to ask what he was doing. There’s a pop from behind you, and then a cold substance at your ass. 

You yelp at the unexpected feeling, only to be shushed by Ezra. 

“Hush now, gem. I’ve heard you have experience in this area.” 

He smirks at you as your cheeks heat. 

You moan suddenly as Marcus slips a finger past your tight ring of muscle, pumping a good few times before adding a second. He leans close and whispers praise into your ear, telling you how good you’re being for them, how well you’re taking it all. 

He works you up to three fingers before he pulls his hand from you and helps lift you up, propping you up enough for Ezra to notch his tip at your thoroughly soaked cunt. You help the slow descent down his shaft, your lips parting and eyes pinching shut at the sensation. 

Ezra chokes on a groan, squeezing both of your ass cheeks as you bottom out. 

“Fuck, little birdy, your heavenly cunt should be reserved for those of immortal status.” 

You don’t even have the energy to cringe at his wording, instead savoring the way he fills you so nicely, not as long as Marcus, but a good bit thicker. The coarse hairs above his cock rub against your oversensitive clit nicely, making you want to rut against him. Just then, you feel Marcus settle in behind you again, dragging you partially onto his lap so you’re over his cock. 

“Ready, sweetheart?” He asks, clearly having regained some of his gentlemanly status after quelling his lust a bit. You whimper and nod at him, and he starts to push inside of you. 

“Oh, Gods,” you moan, wrapping your arms around Ezra’s back and digging your nails in for stability. He hisses and increases his grip on your ass, keeping you spread for Marcus as his hips come flush against you. 

You’re already so full it’s dizzying, so when the two men start to move, you think you may come on the spot. Ezra goes first, pulling out a bit and then sinking back in, which is when Marcus makes his move, repeating the other man’s actions. Your knees are planted on the cot, giving you the opportunity to move with them. 

The three of you are panting, moaning messes, hot breaths fanning across each other’s skin as you nuzzle together. The pace starts out slow, but quickly picks up, increasing your combined noises. Both of the men start to grab at you, moving their hands and groping anything and everything they’re able to. 

You can feel their cocks rubbing against your middle wall, creating an intoxicating feeling that you know you’ll miss when this is over. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, being so full you can feel them in your stomach. 

Small whimpers begin to spill from your mouth, but are quickly caught by Ezra, who captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, his spend from earlier mixed between your tongues. It’s difficult to keep it up with how much you’re being jostled, so he gives up after a moment and instead opts to lick his cum off of your sweaty cheek. You’re pleasantly surprised when you feel Marcus’s hand come up to grasp at your chin, tilting your face so that he’s able to do the same on the opposite side. 

The two of you clean your face with their tongues as they thrust into you at a punishing pace, somehow hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. You let out a raspy groan, your hands scrambling over both of their bodies for purchase. 

A heat is beginning to build once again in your abdomen, pleasure licking up your spine. It only takes a few more alternating thrusts before you’re coming around their cocks with a scream. You tighten around both of their throbbing cocks, getting them closer to their own ends. 

Marcus comes first once again, still slightly affected by the drug from earlier. He bites onto your shoulder as he busts inside of you, slamming his hips up and locking in place, his hands coming up to squeeze your tits as his balls empty into your ass. 

Ezra follows right after, seemingly liking Marcus’s idea of a gag, and biting into your other shoulder. You scream again at the pressure of both men’s teeth, your arms raising so you can grasp both of their hair, holding them close. 

Your orgasm lingers for as long as theirs do, the three of you coming completely down at the same time. You stay in a sweaty heap for a long time, just trying to catch your breath and make sense of what’s real and what’s not. 

You all fall apart after a few minutes, exhaustion officially taking over you. You can feel both of the men’s cum leaking from your holes as they pull out and help you lay comfortable on the cot. They get situated next to you, and you’re all out like lights within the next minute. 

The next morning, Ezra’s waiting for the two of you with a portable can of fuel and an extra mask. Your departure is swift and unawkward, Ezra walking with the two of you back to your ship like you’ve known each other for years. It takes a bit longer than it should due to your body being practically fucking wrecked from last night, but both of the men help you get along. 

When you reach your craft, you all say your goodbyes, knowing this will more than likely be the last time you’ll come across this strange man. To be frank, you’re still a bit confused about what exactly transpired last night, but you choose to ignore it. Your head is pounding with what feels like the worst hangover you’ve ever had, and you’re just eager to get off of this nightmare planet. 

Ezra watches you fuel up your craft and then take off, smiling and honestly quite satisfied with himself. Neither of you even figured it out that he was the one who planted the trap and laced the dirt pit with the drug, nor that he may have let a bit more slip inside his tent.

***** I mean really, do we really expect anything less from Ezra?

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[anonymouscheeses]

more obvious shit I wanted to point out but it's more than last time uhhh pt.2 (spoilers for dad beat dad and maybe welcome to heaven. Maybe?)

I love that Charlie just randomly goes into demon form sometimes like here ehhehehe. Also can I just say I love Charlie so much?? She is my favorite and I love her especially in this episode because it feels like the same optimistic Charlie but she was just put in a bad situation. I relate to her a bit TOO much, almost down to every detail like wow. You'll understand later once I get there. But just wow...

LOOK AT THIS FUNNY LITTLE MAN. SPOODER DUST <3 also. Live [image] reaction. Someone make that into a reaction image 🙏🙏

HONEY!!! NEW MEME TEMPLATE JUST DROPPED. (Aka the one guy going crazy trying to explain the stuff on the board iykyk)

OMG... THAT CANT BE CHARLIE... NOT CHARLIE'S EMO PHASE PLEASE BAHAHAHHAHAHA (also love that Lucifer has kept it all these years, if Charlie knew I think she'd be extremely embarrassed. Vaggie would love it probably xd)

HE IS SO GOOFY I CANT- I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ALREADY!!! NEED.

Broskie got character development and is NICE?!? I LOVE THAT SMMM YALL.... LOOK AT HIM!! I am very delusional yes, but I will take this over ass development(cough. Vaggie's "story" in ep 3. Cough).

Imagine this. *holds your hand carefully to help you calm down while talking to your father you haven't really wanted to talk to.* lesbian type stuff ngl 🤯 (relatable)

Angel looking at the gays while being a gay too. HE'S BEING SO KIND TO CHARLIE UGGHH I CANTTT!!(POS) NODDING HIS HEAD, SMILING TO HER, ALSO TRYING TO HELP CALM HER DOWN. I MAY BE ASS AT SOCIAL CUES BUT I NOTICED THIS ONE!! YAA

*SHE IS STILL HOLDING HER HAND. CHARLIE'S ALSO SWINGING IT AROUND NERVOUSLY. I can never get tired of them and will make art soon just you wait.*

COMMANDER VAGGIE! I love that she acts like this is a camp full of tiny kids and honestly? That's not too far off. Sir pentious is at the ready! (glad he's here more often in the episode, thought he would just get sidelined after his first episode but gladly no!) Angel is just surprised. Husk spilled his drink, ON WHITE FUR NO LESS! Niffty of course is on the floor face first. Charlie is just happy to be there yippee!

What is this?? I have no idea what the hell it is at all. Bro is just peepin- it doesn't look like Alastor, even in demon form. And... I can't think of anyone else who could be this. Anyone have ideas or maybe it's foreshadowing? Maybe it was revealed in the 6th episode I don't know I haven't watched it yet. (I am a freak. I don't binge I give myself a day to watch a single episode. Most of the time uhhh.)

WE LOVE A SHORT KING. I LOVE THAT. I LOVE HIM. THE EVERYTHING. HE IS EVERYTHING. LET ME STRANGLE HIM PLEASE. (Lillith and Lucifer's dynamic is 100% Gomez and Morticia but a little more silly short man)

"OH WOW! AN OLDER MAN WHO GIVES ME FATHERLY CARE!" *STARTS TO FUCKING CRY*

I FEEL YOU CHARLIE WAAAGHHH

Oh and there goes the silly guy again! Atp I'm thinking it may be the gal some people been talking about that they've been hinting since the pilot. I forgot her name but she's said to be the big bad of season 1 or probably 2. Not sure if that's what it's trying to imply but here's my little no-thought idea

Lucifer, no...

LUCIFER NO!! THIS IS SUCH AN ADORABLE RESPONSE TO CHARLIE DATING A WOMAN. (ADOPT ME)

AND THEN THE HUG! I GET IM LOOKING TOO MUCH INTO THIS ONE SILLY SCENE BUT I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH AND WANT THIS SO BAD IN MY LIFE.

Niffty really said, "Yes, I do the cleaning."

Get yourself a taller king who is a short king but compared to you is a tall king

Say what you will, but I genuinely want more dad Alastor, someone make an au before I do plsss and @ me 🙏🙏

alright.. now this is where it starts to be relatable and hurt my heart... yayy.... needing any sort of parent figure that actually cares about you than the actual parent who is rarely there? WOWZA! SAME CHARLIE <3 <3 (SO FAR VERY ACCURATE FROM SOMEONE THAT IS IN THE SAME SITUATION)

Alastor is letting her off kindly, atleast in his way. He may be pissed off she brought a shark gang to the hotel and put it on fire, but they were still close friends. With anyone else he would absolutely either murder them or have severely traumatized the person. She's the exception, although I don't think he'd let it off the hook so easily if there were a next time.

A father-daughter embrace! :,)

(This is gonna be messy asf) He wants to know who she is as a person. He always has, and that's definitely obvious, but from a person inside this, they may not know themselves what the other is thinking. To Charlie it was like he never cared and just wanted an excuse to not see her again, acting like he was truly busy as in the start where he made the rubber duck that breathed fire. Sure. But Charlie saw it as him finding ways to not interact with her again. The only times they talk was when it was related to business stuff or other things of the sort. Let me just say this song... is by far my favorite, including the episode. Sure, it's got problems it's own, but this extremely accurate portrayal of what my own situation with one of my parents just stole my entire soul. Yeah I got a bit of tears about to come out, BUT NOPE! NOT TODAY! I don't ever cry during shows or movies so if I ever get teary-eyed, YOU DID SOMETHING. THAT SOMETHING BEING GOOD. This episode was emotional and connected with me on a deep level that I dont think any film has ever done to me, which is weird because I've been actively trying to find one, any one that does. Then to find it in an indie company from a creator who has achieved the dreams that I myself want to one day? That's fucking amazing.

FORESHADOWING! FROESHADOWING! FORESHADOWING! VAGGIE EX-ANGEL THEORY MUST BE CANON AND IF ITS NOT I WILL TEAR MYSELF LIMB FROM LIMB WITH A CROWBAR. LETS GO TO HEAVENNN!!! TOMORROW! BECAUSE THE DAY I PUBLISH THIS WILL BE TOMORROW(FOR YOU TODAY) BUT TOMORROW FOR YOU ILL POST THE NEXT WHAT I CAUGHT SHENANIGANS AGAIN! SEE YA!

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[hazbininlove]

Hopelessly Devoted - Chapter 3

-About 5.5k. No real warnings in this chapter!

Charlie is more or less freaking out at the moment. She received news a week ago that Esther would be coming back down to assist with the Hotel and would be bringing a guest. Now today is the day of that visit and she feels like nothing is ready. Everything in the hotel feels out of place and she doesn’t know how to fix it.

“Charlie, you need to relax,” Vaggie says, coming up to her and placing her hands on Charlie’s shoulders. Charlie grabs at her own hair in frustration.

“I can’t, Vaggie! Esther didn’t come into the hotel last time and I just want it to be perfect! And she said she’s bringing someone else! What if it’s Sera? What if it’s Michael?! WHAT IF IT'S GOD?!”

“Charlie! She’s not bringing God to our hotel! And I doubt she’d bring Michael here! He’s probably the last person who’d ever willingly down here.”

Charlie groans and slumps into Vaggies hold. “What am I gonna dooooooo-“

“Do about what?”

“Ah!” Charlie jumps out of Vaggie’s hold and looks to the entrance where her dad is standing. His eyebrows furrow in concern.

“You doing alright, apple pie? You look uhhh kinda tired,” he inquires.

“Dad! Hi! I could really use your help right now! Esther is coming down any minute now and he’s bringing someone and-“

“Esther!” Her dad yells, his hands now gripping her arms. “She’s coming here?! Today?! Now?!!”

“Ooooh I see I forgot to mention that,” Charlie replies sheepishly, laughing awkwardly to herself. “I knew I was forgetting something.”

Lucifer’s hands let go of her to grip his own hair, knowing his hat off his head. He starts pacing as he freaks out.

“Oh hell she’s coming here. I haven’t prepared anything. Nothing has felt right! I haven’t even had the time to fix up my wings. My WINGS!”

He yells, and his wings pop out behind him in the largest form Charlie’s seen from him in months, knocking over a painting as he does so. “Satan’s smelly asscrack! They’re a mess! How the fuck am I supposed to impress her with this disaster?!”

“I don’t think Uncle Satan would appreciate that comment,” Charlie mumbles, trying to defuse the situation.

“He’s an ugly sweaty fuck! He can handle a few insults in his name!” Lucifer yells back. He pauses, groans, and rubs at his temples. “Sorry, apple pie. I’m just nervous and didn’t mean to yell. Satan definitely deserves it though.”

“Aren’t the two of you supposed to be twins or something?” Vaggie asks, approaching the two of them. “Isn’t that why people confuse you two so often?”

“Aha, no, you know all those pictures of a red dude with horns that people think is me? That’s Satan. He’s just such a damn menace that of course when shit goes sideways, they think he’s the actual devil which then confuses people and- you know what? It’s a whole thing. The point is, he smells like shit half the time I see him and I think he does it on purpose.”

“Dad, I think we’re off track again. Why are you freaking out about your wings? And can you please make them smaller before you break anything else?” Charlie asks.

Sheepishly, Lucifer does just that, letting them get smaller until they’re at a more appropriate size indoors. He snaps his fingers to fix the things he knocked over and continues pacing as he fiddles with his hands.

How does one explain to their daughter that he has an inside joke of sorts with his soulmate and now as part of proving himself to her again, he has to behave like a duck during mating season and impress her.

Shit, had Esther even meant that literally? Knowing her humor, she probably did, though she definitely expected more than just that as an apology. He wasn’t entirely sure how to apologize either. He’d told her everything the week before. Of course, just because he explained and apologized doesn’t mean she had to forgive him. And he knew one apology wouldn’t make up for several millennia apart, due to his own actions, but he really didn’t know what else to say or even do to make it up to her.

It just stressed him out more that he couldn’t think of anything to do about this. He couldn’t lose her again, not when he finally had a second chance. He’d been struggling to sleep for the past week just thinking about her. Her beautiful dark blue eyes, her wavy black hair with the streaks of white, the rich blue on the underside of her beautiful wings. Lucifer feels his heart beat a little faster at the thought of her bright smile aimed at him, eyes crinkled at the end in pure joy and those cheek marks on the corner of her mouth so high they almost look like they’re reaching her eyes.

“It’s nothing Char,” he replies to his daughter. “I just want to look my best when she arrives. And you said she’s bringing a gues- Who the fuck is she bringing?”

“We don’t know, sir. We can only assume it’s another angel,” Vaggie answers for her, likely stopping Charlie from panicking again.

“Oh fuck me! It’s probably Michael! It’s definitely Michael,” he replies, hands in his hair again as his eyes start to turn red and his voice sounds almost layered. “She talked about him so much last time, it probably is him. That fucker probably did mess with her head. She said she doesn’t love him but someone with Stockholm Syndrome probably wouldn’t admit they have it!”

“Okay!” Charlie claps loudly. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here! Vaggie’s right. We need to relax and think things through. I doubt she’d bring him of all people here. So let’s just focus on one thing at a time! Like cleaning up the lobby!”

Lucifer looks at his daughter with a blank stare and snaps his finger. A burst of gold sparks from his hand and sweeps around the room, cleaning up any dust and straightening out paintings and chairs alike as it goes.

“Can I go back to panicking now?”

“No!” Charlie yells, grabbing her dad and leading him towards the elevators. “We’re going to go get ourselves looking presentable!”

Vaggie watches in amusement but also concern as her girlfriend drags her whining father out of the lobby. Looking around the room, he definitely did a good job of cleaning up and saved them a good amount of time. Especially after the disaster left in the wake of Charlie’s own panicking.

She’s thankful that her and Charlie’s relationship isn’t as complicated as Lucifer’s and Esther’s. She feels bad for them. Knowing what she knows now, it all seemed like a “right person, wrong time” situation. And who knows how long those two even actually spent together before Lucifer had fallen.

The books she read aren’t exactly clear on how long between Lucifer’s creation and the creation of Eden took place. Lucifer is older than Earth, that much she knows, but how much older remains a mystery to everyone except the man himself, and she isn’t sure if asking is appropriate.

And to an immortal being who’s been around for as long as he has and still looks like a relatively young adult, how does time pass for him? Sinners remain the age they died at, but was Lucifer like Adam, Lilith, and Eve? Was he also created as an adult? Were the older angels created as children and then raised into adulthood before the aging stopped? Looking at a picture of Lucifer and Charlie, Lucifer looks the same age now as he did then. Now that Charlie’s older, he looks like he could’ve been a teenage father.

Had Lucifer and Esther had thousands of years between their creation and the Earth’s creation to spend together, or had it just been a few short years together before their forced separation? It doesn’t really matter, at the end of the day. They seemed to be the first and most functional of three pairs of soulmates ever made.

Like Esther had said the day before. The first attempt to recreate them ended in disaster with Adam and Lilith, Eve… No one in heaven had seen Eve in thousands of years and Adam never cared to talk about her besides when insulting her. The only pair that seemed to want to be together was Lucifer and Esther, and even they weren’t actually together because of the miscommunication between them that caused eons of loneliness for the two of them.

No wonder God never made more soulmates. The more Vaggie thinks about it, the more her head starts to hurt. She walks around the lobby instead, making sure nothing was out of place even with Lucifer’s magic.

A knock on the door alerted her to a guest. Vaggie paused, looking over to the bar where Husk had paused in his own polishing, and stared back at her.

“Try to keep the drinks to a minimum, please,” she says to him. He rolls his eyes but continues wiping the bar as she walks towards the door.

Before she can reach the door, a swirl of shadows lifts from the ground, and she curses to herself as she sees Alastor appear from it. She’s practically sprinting and he shifts his eyes to look at her, smile stretched impossibly wide, as he grips the door and pulls it open.

”Welcome, dear guests, to the Hazbin Hotel,” he says, greeting the two at the door.

There is Esther, smiling softly in greeting, with a taller man beside her. His skin is ghostly white like Lucifer’s, but his hair is black like Esther’s. It’s a bit longer than Lucifer’s, falling more into his face and curling around his neck. His suit is impeccable, white pants, black coat, and gray waistcoat. Along the shoulders of his coat are black pads lined in silver with intricate designs. His eyes are dark gray, bordering on blue closer to the pupils.

He looks like royalty, carries himself with an air of importance, but his eyes look soft and his expression is easygoing. It takes Vaggie a few moments before his appearance clicks in her mind.

This is Azrael, the Archangel of Death, the Virtue of Patience.

He’s rarely seen in any of the spheres of Heaven. He, like Raphael, spends most of his time on Earth. When he does return to Heaven, he passes through the spheres and says his hellos, but typically spends most of his time on Primum Mobile with the other higher ranking angels that aren’t ruling over a sphere like Sera.

If he spends any time in another sphere, it’s likely the first sphere where the majority of the winners reside, or in the third sphere where he was created, Venus, just as Lucifer and Esther were.

Well, Azrael is certainly better than Michael in terms of who would stress Lucifer out the most, but Vaggie isn’t holding out much hope. Esther had mentioned that Azrael was likely to visit, but she hadn’t expected it to be so soon. Especially since it’s only her second visit.

At least she could say that of all the virtues or archangels to bring, the Virtue of Patience would probably be the best to deal with all the chaos the people of this hotel were capable of causing.

Both of their wings were tucked away and out of sight, which was probably for the best both to get them through the door and so they wouldn’t take up too much space. They likely planned on spending a good amount of time there, if that was the case.

Vaggie bows to both of them, nervous at the sight of one of Heaven’s strongest angels. Azrael doesn’t fight, might as well be a pacifist, but that doesn’t mean he’s incapable. The Seven Capital Virtues all have more power than most beings besides God himself, and even they aren’t the top of the hierarchy the way that the Seven Deadly Sins were down here in Hell.

“Welcome! It’s an honor for you to visit us,” Vaggie says. She may not live in Heaven anymore, or agree with everything they do, but even she knows the Virtues and the Archangel of Death deserved her utmost respect. Esther visiting had been a shock, especially since Vaggie had never seen her so she didn’t know her importance.

“Please, no need for all of that,” Azrael replies. His voice is light, almost airy, but strong. It’s so different from Lucifer’s rich and smooth tone of voice. Lucifer, despite his awkwardness around his daughter, talks in a voice that is loud and boisterous when he wants it to be, like he’s demanding attention. Azrael’s voice sounds more like a soft breeze, calming and comforting.

She supposes when it’s your job to console the souls of the dead and guide them towards their final resting place, a comforting tone is probably for the best.

“I assume you know who I am?” Azrael asks, taking a step into the hotel after gesturing for Esther to enter first. Vaggie nods, not sure what else to say. “I don’t get to say this often, but it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He holds his hand out for her to shake, and she takes it. His grip is just as soft as his voice. “It’s nice to meet you too, sir.”

“None of that. Azrael is just fine,” he replies.

Behind them, Esther is greeting Husk and Alastor. Vaggie wants to warn Esther that staying away from Alastor is for the best, especially considering Lucifer’s hatred for the other man, but there’s really no nice way to say that.

Lucifer’s not going to be happy when he sees both a brother of his that he hasn’t seen in eons suddenly here, and Alastor around the love of his life.

Today’s gonna be a shitty day in hell, that’s for sure.

“Well, where is our lovely host? I’ve been dying to meet my little niece,” Azrael says, looking around the lobby. Esther chuckles behind him.

“The puns will never stop with you, will they?” Esther asks him, a knowing smirk on her lips.

“Not until my last breath,” he teases back. It’s then that Vaggie realizes he’s been making references to death. It’s not something she expected, but knowing how Lucifer acts, she can’t say she’s entirely surprised that the weird jokes run in the family. “Now, my niece, please?”

“Right, yeah, she actually just went upstairs with her dad a few minutes ago, so they should be down shortly,” Vaggie’s replies. She wants to offer to go get them, but the idea of leaving them alone with Alastor sounds like a bad idea. Especially knowing that Husk is likely too drunk even this early in the afternoon to do anything about it.

Something in Azrael’s eyes flash at the mention of Lucifer, and his smile tightens just a bit. It’s not a good sign in Vaggie’s eyes.

“Samael is here as well? How splendid, I’ve missed the little one,” Azrael says back. Vaggie sees Esther roll her eyes at the nickname. It appears Lucifer’s height is a running joke. “My workload increased drastically when my fellow angel of death fell. Of course there are others but Samael was always a joy to work with.”

“You know he prefers to be called Lucifer,” Esther scolds him. Azrael pats her gently. They don’t look alike, besides the black hair, but they act almost like siblings.

The way Lucifer and Esther were created, to be practically married, and the fact that they’ve known each other for thousands of years, Vaggie wouldn’t be surprised if the other Virtues did see her as a sister.

Azrael hums but stays silent on the subject. Instead he chooses to move around the lobby. He goes to the bar to greet a stressed looking Husk as Esther approaches her.

“It’s Vaggie, correct?” She asks and Vaggie nods. “It’s nice to see you again, dear. I apologize for not mentioning Azrael’s visit. He likes surprises and once he has it in his head, there’s no stopping him.”

“Yes ma’am. It was definitely surprising, but I think that’s because I tend to forget that Charlie’s dad was also a high ranking angel.”

“Technically, he still is,” Esther replies. She smiles down at Vaggie, her eyes warm despite the dark cool blue color they have. “He may not be allowed in Heaven anymore, nor is he a Virtue as he once was, but he’s still one of the oldest and strongest of the angels.”

“How interesting,” Alastor says, approaching them. “One would think we’d see more of this strength you speak of.”

“If that was the case, you’d be wiped from existence with the way you like pissing him off, asshole,” Vaggie replies to him. She pauses for a moment to look back at Esther and apologize for her language, but the angel doesn’t look upset at all.

“Well, I suppose some good came from our king’s reclusive nature then!”

Alastor’s eye twitches but he says nothing more, thankfully.

Even after the battle against Adam, Vaggie knows that was nowhere near Lucifer’s full strength. The man was once a Virtue, an Archangel who answered directly to God, and a Seraphim, the highest rank of the angels. He wasn’t called God’s favorite angel for nothing. With all the power Lucifer was given upon his creation, being called the favorite almost felt like an understatement.

Not that there weren’t angels stronger than Lucifer, but Vaggie read about the fall. Lucifer wasn’t just tossed out of the gates like Charlie’s story makes it seem. Lucifer fought, and he fought hard. Michael may have led the charge against him, and been the one to throw him and Lilith towards hell, but it took several angels, mostly Seraphim, to finally weaken him.

Lucifer truly was a terrifying being, even before becoming the first sin.

“I hope you know you have nothing to worry about, dear,” Esther says to her as Alastor walks away. “If he’s anything like he was before, he’s never cared much for power.”

That much is obvious. Alastor didn’t call him a recluse for nothing. Lucifer has made it clear many times that he doesn’t care for sinners or want to truly rule them. The only times he shows off his powers is when he wants to show off for Charlie or do something for her.

“Now, tell me about the hotel, dear. Any new arrivals?”

Vaggie sits with her on the couches as she discusses the details. She’d prefer Charlie to be here, but she won’t keep her waiting either.

They haven’t had any new guests. Half the sinners were scared another attack would come from Heaven and wanted to avoid it. A few cannibals wanted to but really only for the promise of more angels attacking so they could eat more angels. Rosie had taken those few back quickly enough.

Vaggie wasn’t going to mention the cannibals to her, though she did mention their dilemma.

“I see, so an announcement should be made then, to confirm the end of these exterminations,” Esther decides.

That would require either Vox or Katie Killjoy, neither of which Vaggie wanted to deal with or felt Esther should have to.

Before she can respond, the elevator dings. Before she turns, she notices Azrael’s attention now off of Husk and turning towards the elevator as well.

“Okay, we’re ready to get this plan done!” Charlie says as she exits the elevators! Lucifer is behind her, messing with his clothes and patting himself down to make sure nothing is out of place.

“Uhh, Charlie?” Vaggie says, loudly enough for Charlie to hear her. Charlie looks to her, catches sight of Esther, and her eyes go wide.

“Oh shit she’s here already!”

“Where?!” Lucifer calls from behind her, his wings once more popping up. He doesn’t make them as large as last time, but they definitely look a bit better compared to minutes before. They puff up behind him, shaking a bit like a rattle snake’s tail, though clearly more from anxiety than warning.

Vaggie’s eyes shift to look at Esther, who’s covered her mouth a bit and looked away from the display, though based on the way her cheeks are raised, she’s trying to hide a smile.

“Well isn’t this a marvelous display?” a soft voice says. Vaggie turns to her other side where Azrael is standing now beside her, a smile on his face just as before. “Wonderful display of wings, brother.”

“A-Azrael? What are you doing here?” Lucifer shuffles closer to the door of the now closed elevator.

“I do believe Esther mentioned my desire for a visit. I simply couldn’t pass up the chance when she mentioned her plans to return so soon. It’s not often I have a moment to myself after all. But enough of that, this must be my niece, Charlotte, correct?”

“Yes! Hi! I’m Charlie! Um- Uncle?”

Azrael chuckles at Charlie’s stammering and approaches them. It’s at that moment that Lucifer moves forward, eyes narrowed and wings spread high and wide to cover Charlie behind him.

“What are you doing here?” Lucifer repeats, his tone much harsher now compared to his panicked tone before. Esther moves forward now, stepping between Lucifer and Azrael calmly.

She steps closer to Lucifer and grabs one of his hands. “Listen to him first, please. Don’t be rash.”

“Don’t be- You want me to believe one of my brothers just suddenly wants to visit?! Out of the goodness of his heart?!”

“Lucifer-“

“It’s fine, dear,” Azrael says, cutting Esther off. Lucifer’s eyes narrow further at the term of endearment. “He has every right to be suspicious. Our siblings, myself included, have let this go on for far too long right under our noses. And after the last time he saw us, it’s only fair he should be worried.”

Lucifer looks at Azrael with suspicion as he continues.

“Worry not, dear brother, I have no ill will. My intentions were solely to express my apologies for not being aware of this massacre of souls.”

Lucifer’s wings lower a bit when Esther’s hand tightens on his own. He looks at her briefly before looking back at Azrael and rolling his shoulders, allowing his wings to fully disappear again. Esther sighs in relief in front of him and gives him a comforting smile before moving completely out of the way, giving them the full view of Azrael.

It’s Charlie who looks between the three of them before coughing and offering them a seat. Both men nod and Charlie guides them back to the couches where Vaggie is still sitting.

“Thank you, my dear. It truly is wonderful to finally be able to meet you. I wish it were under better circumstances but I suppose there’s no better time than the present,” Azrael says to Charlie. She lights up a bit as she sits beside Vaggie, and motions for him to sit across from her. Esther sits beside him on the couch, and Lucifer looks conflicted before taking a seat beside his daughter, his scowl clear and directed at his brother. “I’m sure you’re aware, but I am Azrael, one of your father’s older brothers. You may call me uncle if you’d like!”

Lucifer’s scowl deepens but says nothing as Charlie squeals in excitement and bursts with questions towards the older man. Vaggie is grateful that Azrael just happens to be the Virtue of Patience, because she isn’t sure any of the other Seven, especially Michael, would’ve lasted as long as him or answered as many questions.

“Babe, slow down. How about we talk about the hotel,” Vaggie suggests. Charlie takes a deep breath before rushing to go get her poster presentation that she’d apparently made especially for this.

She goes into detail about how she understands the number of sinners is greater than the number of winners which is why redemption would help even out the numbers and keep Hell’s population more steady. Azrael and Esther nod along as she speaks, taking in all of the information she presents to them.

“My biggest concern is that so far, we’ve only redeemed one person, and we had to watch him die for that to happen. Does that mean every sinner has to die and just hope they’ll be redeemed?”

“That’s hard to say,” Azrael replies. “Little is known about this, or that redemption was even possible. It shouldn’t be a surprise though. Father always says there is time in one’s life to repent for their ways.”

Charlie nods, happy that someone agrees.

“However,” Azrael continues, “it’s hard to say exactly in the afterlife. There’s a reason I never realized what was going on. I am fine tuned to the lives of living souls, and it is my job to guide them towards their afterlife, whether that be Heaven or Hell. Once they pass either gate, my connection to that soul is lost. They are not meant to die again in their afterlife. They are meant to remain where they are, whether that be punishment in Hell for their sins, or reward for their good behavior in Heaven.”

“But we can change that! We can give sinners a chance to repent in their afterlife,” Charlie replies. Azrael nods, but his face grows a bit more serious.

”I will be honest with you, dear child. This is new territory for all of us. We have yet to see if the souls of the dead can receive a retrial that does not require a second death. But if those from Heaven can fall,” Azrael says, his eyes shifting briefly to Lucifer beside Charlie, “then I have no doubt those from Hell should be able to ascend. I ask that you remain patient as we all navigate through this new discovery.”

Charlie nods along and Azrael smiles brightly at her. He stands, patting down his clothes to remove any wrinkles and offers his hand to Charlie.

”Now! I would love to hear more of your plans to entice sinners to the idea of redemption and a tour of this lovely establishment of yours! Let’s go, I believe your father needs a break from my presence and I would love to hear more about you without his glare on my head,” Azrael announces, already walking towards the elevator with Charlie who’d taken his hand. Vaggie follows after them, confused and a bit entertained by the man’s behavior.

“Now hold on a minute,” Lucifer begins to say, before he feels a hand on his shoulder. He looks over his shoulder at Esther who is smiling at him, and nearly forgets his worries. “Esther, I don’t know how I feel about this.”

”Do you believe I’d bring anyone here that would harm your daughter?” She asks in return. Lucifer pouts a bit but shakes his head. “He’s been very excited about this trip to meet her. The other Seven have wanted to visit as well but Azrael convinced them not to overwhelm you.”

“I think I would prefer Ramiel. Or Raphael. Or Uriel- Or, really anyone but Michael,” Lucifer replies. “Ramiel definitely would be preferred though.”

“Funny you should say that. Uriel and Cassiel send their regards, by the way. They say they love and miss you, and that they will be sure to judge you themselves should I choose to forgive you.” Esther laughs when Lucifer throws his head back and groans. “Ramiel managed to convince them not to, though Michael… Well you know how Michael is. He is hopeful, though he has his concerns.”

“Michael can shove his concerns up his own ass,” Lucifer mumbles to himself, though he smiles finally when Esther laughs a bit at his words. She moves her hand down his arm until it stops around his forearm just below his elbow. He instinctively curls his arm and moves his other to hold her hand on his arm.

“How about you give me your own tour?” She asks him, changing the subject. “I didn’t get to see the hotel last time I was here.”

Lucifer nods and guides her through the hotel for his own tour while his daughter shows his brother around. He’s still wary of it all, but he knows Esther is right. She wouldn’t bring anyone that would hurt them, and Azrael is the least likely, besides Raphael who’s dedicated his life to saving lives, to ever start a fight. Had it been Michael, Lucifer isn’t sure if he could’ve been stopped from attacking him on the spot. He at least has much fonder memories of Azrael.

He guides Esther through the hotel, showing off some of the different rooms such as the parlor, kitchen, or the more recreational areas he added himself simply because he could upon the hotel’s reconstruction. He puffs his chest in pride as she looks on, impressed by the hotel’s amenities.

He vaguely motions towards Alastor’s radio tower, not keen on taking her there, and she doesn’t question his reasoning, thankfully. She seemed to have caught onto his distaste.

Instead, towards the end of their tour, he leads her towards his own workshop. Not his room, he knows she won’t appreciate that level of forwardness, but he knows his new growing collection of rubber ducks will amuse her.

It’s not something he’d typically show off to anyone, and he’s sure under normal circumstances this isn’t something you’d show to someone you were interested in dating, but Esther wasn’t just anyone. This was something so much more than dating.

Part of him wondered, after Hell’s creation, if maybe they were meant to be separated. If humans were allowed to choose their partner, why couldn’t he? It had bugged him for so long. Part of it was what led to Charlie’s creation if he was being honest. But then he’d think of Esther, of her beauty and kindness, of the warmth he felt just when her eyes were on him, and he thought being bound to someone like her was the greatest gift his father ever gave him. He doesn’t regret Charlie, not in the slightest, even if he wishes Charlie’s mother could’ve been Esther, but sometimes he thinks his greatest punishment wasn’t his fall, it was the loss of his other half.

He’d give up everything if it meant another chance with her.

He leads her into his workshop, grinning proudly at the wonder in his eyes at the sight of all his rubber ducks.

She moves further into the room as she lets go of his arm, rushing towards the ducks in the rooms and grabbing at a few.

“Lucifer, what is all of this?” she asks as she chuckles, holding a rubber duck in her hands to inspect its design.

“My rubber duck collection,” he says, laughing to himself as he picks one up. “This isn’t even half of it.”

“Where are the rest?”

“In my manor,” he responds. He sits at his desk and watches her inspect another duck. “I think I made at least one a day for years.”

”That… doesn’t sound very healthy,” Esther says, lowering the duck in her hand and approaching him.

”No, I don’t think it was,” he responded, a melancholic smile on his face. “But they were something that comforted me when I felt like everything else was falling apart. Lilith left, can’t say it was without warning. She was getting tired of my moping and there was really nothing either of us could do about it. The friendship was already falling apart after Charlie’s birth. We tried to get along, we’re still friends, I think, but she didn’t want my hatred for Hell to affect Charlie. Charlie and I weren’t always close because of it. And for a long time, I felt more alone than ever. So I started making these to take my mind off things, and it helped.”

Esther is silent as she kneels in front of him, a hand on his knee in comfort.

She looks at him with those beautiful dark blue eyes, hair falling into them, and he reaches out to move her hand behind her ear.

”Why ducks?” She asks, voice just above a whisper.

”They reminded me of you,” he replies, pressing his forehead against hers. “They were something we created together. I used to create these beautiful projections of them for Charlie when she was a little girl and she loved them. They felt like a little piece of you here with me.”

Esther’s hand that isn’t on his knee moves to his hair, moving through the short hairs on the back of his neck.

“I’ve never stopped thinking about you. I’ll admit I wanted to sometimes. I thought maybe it’d hurt less if I just erased the memory of you, but then I’d think of your smile and everything hurt a little less. I’d think of the times we spent together, of how blissful everything felt with you by my side, and I couldn’t forget you. And then Charlie was born and I wanted her to have a piece of that happiness.”

He closes his eyes as his hands comb through her hair, enjoying the feeling of her’s in his own.

”You truly are something special, Lucifer Morningstar,” Esther says to him. He chuckles lightly and lifts his head to place a kiss on her forehead.

“Only because of you, Esther Eveningstar,” he replies, lips still pressed against her skin.

He never wants to be apart from her again.

————————————————————————

Apologies for any typos. My sleep schedule this week has been lacking to say the least.

Another character introduced! Learning about Azrael was fun for this. When I read he was from the “third heaven” I panicked a bit because it didn’t seem to fit with Dante’s spheres of paradise, but then I remembered that he and Lucifer(Samael) are angels of death, so having them all from the same sphere felt fitting! I was originally going to have Ramiel be the first to visit, as the Virtue of Kindness, but decided on Azrael instead because I thought Patience would be the best for Lucifer to be reintroduced to.

Anyways, at this point I feel like I can’t post a chapter unless I include a drawing at the end. This time I I decided I wanted to draw an idea for Lucifer’s look when he was still the Virtue of Humility. The Story of Hell shows him in a robe and still with his hat. I’ve seen people say his eyes were blue before his fall, but as his name means “the shining one” I feel like gold is more fitting. I also headcanon that his halo didn’t take the shape of a snake until after his fall, with the apple being added because of his actions, and as he took on a more demonic form, his appearance shifted as well. His eyes shifted to red, and when in his demonic form, his irises shift back to gold, but now with red sclera.

I’m not entirely happy with this drawing but, I didn’t want to hold off on posting the chapter so here it is!

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[newtkive]

pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 4 - agoraphobia and burger king on 5th street

summary: a personal experience provides a way for newt to connect to y/n.

warnings: strong language, mental health talk, depression, medication (its my literal prescription i mention oops this is like a self insert fr), mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

--

THE GLADE

[ 10:52 am ]

y/n: it’s official yall

drugs saved my life

tommy: huh??

minho: same

newt: wow, i’ve never seen your name on my screen before 12 pm

y/n: shut the hell up bitch

newt: ouch, touchy

minho: woah

touchy 👀

are yallll..?

y/n: you’re sick

tommy: are we going to ignore the drugs statement??

like hello are u ok ??

newt: you’re annoying minho

minho: yea <3 😊

notice how they didn’t say no

y/n: you guys just don’t understand how a girl like me needs beauty sleep..

and no we aren’t

gally: all that beauty sleep and ur still walking around with that mug.. yikes.

y/n: 😑

i hate you i haete you i dhateoyifu

minho: great she’s having a fit

y/n: no one cares about me

and you think i’m ugly

this is so sick

and you don’t even care that i’m on drugs

☹️😭😭😭😭 done.

newt: no one said that love

gally that was rude

minho: BRUHHHHH

here she goes

tommy: I CAREE????????

DO I NEED TO COMEGET YOU????

y/n: yes 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

before i do something crazy 😭😭💣

minho: THE BOMB IS WILD

tommy: stay where you are

i have your location

newt: uhhh

y/n: pause what

minho: tommy why would you admit to that

tommy: im On my way! what’s the issue

sorry autocorrect

y/n: WHY DO YOU HAVE MY LOCATION????

gally: can you guys shut the fuck up

minho: the drama queen is here 😍

gally: stop

alby: I have it on Life360, I imagine Thomas does as well. In fact I have all of your locations.

y/n: oh

i forgot about that app..

minho: i didn’t. i get a notif that newt’s phone is at 5% all the goddamn time

even tho he said he deleted it

newt: just turn it off then

i redownloaded it don't track my app intake

minho: no it makes me feel less lonely

y/n: awwwww

idk how you do that newt

newt: do what?

y/n: not charge your phone

if my phone gets below like 15% then the monsters will get me

tommy: omg me tooo 🥹

newt: i was about to say you sound like tommy.

tommy: don’t say that!

she’s on drugs i don’t want to sound like an addict 😔

newt: she isn’t on drugs thomas

tommy: she literally said she is newt :/

5 mins and i’m there y/n

y/n: are you actually fr

thomas..

we live very far away sweetie

newt: i mean

if you were in trouble you don’t think we’d come get you?

tommy: ^^

but life360 says you’re at the burger king on 5th

minho: no that’s me LOOOL

y/n: NEWTTT ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

tommy: wtf

i’m the one who’s coming to get u

why does he get the credit

minho: no tommy you’re coming to get me

tommy: oh yippee i get to see my friend 🤗

newt: ewwwwww

y/n: EWWWWW

tommy: OH STOP IT

y/n: why burger king of all places min

minho: why drugs of all things y/n

gally: she’s not doing drugs are you guys fuckin insane

y/n: yes i am

it’s 10 mg of fluoxetine 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ONCE A DAY!!!!!!

IM ADDICTED

newt: no you aren’t, 10 mg is the smallest dose

minho: told y’all she was on drugs

y/n: ???????

minho: over the year

you’re too hyper to not be on some crack shit

tommy: oh stop that’s not nice.

newt: it’s not drugs like that minho stop.

tommy: uhoh he brought out the . at the end

y/n: it’s just for anxiety cuz i can’t leave the house without going into a breakdown

minho: she got acrophobia

told y’all she was mental

newt: what the fuck are you talking about

tommy: oh i know that word

fear of spiders 🕷️

minho: wtf no

fear of outside

y/n: i’m not afraid of outside

newt: that’s agoraphobia you fucking dumbass

y/n: 😍

i did NOT mean to send that lol oops

newt: ??

oh, okay

minho: when he’s a know it all 😍

when she’s agoraphobic 😍

y/n: when he’s at burger king on 5th because he has no food in his fridge and can only afford a $1.99 whopper with the coupons from the newspaper 😍😍😍😍

minho: 😒😑

newt: LMFAOOOO

GOOD THAT

minho: british people be so annoying

saying shit like gormless minger and good that be sooo real rn

newt: i have never said gormless minger in my whole 26 years of life.

y/n: you just did bro

newt: call me bro again

y/n: bro

brosive

brother

stepbro

minho: laughed until i saw the last msg :/

newt: 😑

y/n: ok youre the perverts

minho: cant you take your prozac and turn back to normal now

y/n: so you DO know what it is..

gally: wym 'back to normal' like there was smth before this??

y/n: real i been like this for life

tommy: i got whopper and two large fries and mozzarella sticks

newt: wow

y/n: wow just call him a fatass newt.

newt: i would never, stop

y/n: 2 large fries is kinda crazy tho

tommy: i have to get enough to share with my friend

minho

gally: surprised you have friends

tommy: yeah you are not one.

gally: RUDE?

y/n: WELL LMFAO

minho: i literally already ate also gally ur not my friend either

newt: same

alby: same

gally: well why tf am i in here

y/n: well you're my friend!

gally: great.

y/n: not with that attitude..

tommy: y/n you're ok though right??

y/n: yes tommy im fine sweetie

go eat your food

tommy: okay i wish you could share these fries with me

y/n: me too :(

minho: i don't

big back would eat em all

y/n: i actually hate you

__

newt

[ 11:45 am ]

newt: hey

y/n: hiii :D whats up??

newt: idk why but this feels like secretly texting you across the room at a party

y/n: actually tho

picture me giving u a look from across the room

newt: you would blow our cover immediately

i just wanted to let you know if you needed any like,, advice or something with your new medicine i'm here for you. i take the same stuff on top of lexapro

y/n: oh really?

newt: yeah i do

y/n: newt :( thank you

i am a bit nervous to start it tbh

newt: i understand, i was too

but hopefully it'll change things for the better

y/n: i hope so

i didn't realize you dealt with anxiety n stuff

newt: more than you know

you aren't the only one and you aren't alone w it

y/n: you're sweet newt, thank you

newt: don't mention it :))

sorry the smiley was creepy

y/n: lmao no i like it

if you need to talk or anything too i’m always here

newt: yeah?

y/n: of course ): you’re my pookie

newt: one day you gotta let go of that word lmao

y/n: but you love it tho

newt: you tell yourself that

actually are you free rn?

y/n: yeah! i’m just about home what’s up?

newt: i’m bored so pick up the phone

y/n: NEWT LMAO

ok fine 😒

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[moonlit-imagines]

You’ve Got the Wrong Guy!

Roman Sionis/Victor Zsasz x adoptive!reader

warnings: blood/gore. u know. BOP movie icky stuff

a/n: silly little gif

prompt: @jokekinsjoke505: “Hey I need a new adoptive father's Roman and victor because I think this will be a good idea where either they kidnapped the wrong kid and it ended up with Roman and victor adopted the reader or that one day that the reader walks in while victor is peeling off a face and Roman are eating popcorn watching it happened but they just says ' I'm to tired for this shit' before walking out again and then acted like it never happened.”

“Who does this child belong to?” Asked Roman to his mercenary and dear friend, Victor. In front of him was Victor holding you, a small child, calm in demeanor despite being taken from the comfort of your own home and family.

“Maroni.” Victor replied without a single doubt. “That’s who you told me to grab and I grabbed the kid. Just like you asked. One cool kid if you ask me.” Victor continued, noticing Roman getting visibly upset. “I don’t get it, what’s the problem?”

“That!” Roman shouted, startling you enough to start struggling from Victor’s grasp. He gently set you down as Roman tore him a new one. “That’s the problem, you don’t even see your failure!” You stood behind the bleach-blonde man, trying to understand what was happening, you were just waiting for the ice cream you were promised, you were so hungry. “That’s not Maroni’s kid. I don’t even know who that is? Did you take some random child off the street?”

“I, uh, I don’t know. I could’ve sworn this is the kid.” Zsasz answered.

“I’m hungry.” You quietly mumbled, just loud enough for them to hear you.

“Yeah, I’ll get you something in just a second.” Zsasz assured you, patting your head gently as Roman kneeled down to your height. You flinched and backed up a step, remembering his blind anger from just moments before. “It’s alright, he’s a good guy.”

“Who are you, dear?” Roman asked you in such a kind manner that you completely forgot how scary he was.

“Y/N.” You simply stated.

“Where are your parents, y/n?” Roman questioned further.

“I don’t know…” You sighed. “I didn’t see them for a few days.” Roman looked up to Victor with worry in his eyes, and was surprised to see a smile on his face.

“Can we keep them?” Victor giggled a bit, even more when you grabbed his leg. “Please?”

“Y/N, would you want to stay with us instead of your parents?” Roman had asked you a very heavy question for a young child, but you had no idea what he would really be asking of you. Of course, you didn’t come from a happy life and this already seemed better. You just wanted a sense of belonging.

“Can I get ice cream?” You innocently requested of them.

“Of course, dear! What kind?”

“Uhhh…chocolate!”

“Victor, go get y/n some chocolate ice cream!” He commanded and Victor ran to fulfill your wish. “So, you’ll stay here?” He asked you once more.

“Yeah!” You exclaimed and hugged him around the neck. He felt his heart melt at your embrace and hugged you back, lifting you up to take you with him to the kitchen. “So, who are you?” You asked him.

“I’m Roman. And my partner over there is Victor.” He smiled to himself. In a matter of moments, he’d created a family. One he’d kill for.

Once you were given your bowl of ice cream, you were sold on this new life. Truth be told, you didn’t have the greatest parents. They were absent and neglectful, which was the exact reason Victor found you all alone. It was still unknown why he mistook you for the child of a notorious mobster. Roman had his suspicions that Victor had planned this, but he laid them aside knowing this was good for them. For you all.

The two of them scrambled to make you a room, promising to buy you anything you would ever want when tomorrow rolled around. You were thrilled to be taken in by these two strange men, forgiving both of them in your young, impressionable mind. Roman, for his anger, and Victor, for kidnapping and misleading you.

“Victor.” Roman lowly said after you were tucked in. “I do apologize for raising my voice at you.”

“It’s okay, I understand.” Victor looked down at the table, then felt a hand wrap around his.

“No, I shouldn’t have done it. Especially when you’ve improved our lives so much.” Roman sat beside him. “I don’t even care about that Maroni kid anymore. This is what I care about now. You and y/n.”

“You mean that?” Victor smiled and relaxed his tense body, worried that his mistake would be unforgivable. But Roman always forgave Victor, that was what made them so special. Now they had a new challenge to tackle together: fatherhood.

—————

Years after you’d been adopted by the pair of criminals with high status in the underworld, you’d grown quite accustomed to their behavior. It wasn’t unusual to find Roman frantic or angry, or a bit violent at times. But never toward you, he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you or raise his voice to you. You could do no wrong.

You could also find Victor coming home from a late night, covered in blood—be it his own from a mark or someone else’s from a job—and being very nonchalant about it. It was always, “y/n! I’m glad you’re up! Would you like some ice cream?” They never left the freezer understocked, even if ice cream wasn’t your favorite anymore.

But there was one “normal” you’d never really get used to, even if you were used to their brutality. Roman was a well-respected crime boss, and to keep that respect intact, he had to do some rather gruesome things.

Well, he didn’t have to. It was a personal choice for him, you could almost consider it a hobby at this point.

You’d been looking for your fathers for going on an hour now, needing some permission slip signed for school. You wandered all their possible routes hoping to catch them across one, asking around to any lackey you managed to catch. No one had an answer for you, so you continued on until you stumbled onto a horrible scene.

One father held a segment of his victim’s hanging skin from their face as they shrieked at the top of their lungs. The sound pierced your eardrums and you winced momentarily. Then you saw the other leaned back in his seat with a bag of popcorn in hand, yelling words of encouragement to Roman, as if he needed them.

“You guys are really something.” Your voice startled them both, so much that you nearly had a gun pulled on you.

“Y/N! You scared us, I’m sorry!” Victor jumped up and ran to give you a comforting hug. “I wouldn’t have shot you, I promise.” You patted him on the back.

“I believe you, Dad.” You mumbled into his shoulder. “Can you just sign this thing real quick? Make sure there isn’t any blood on your hands.” Victor pulled away and wiped his hands on his shirt.

“Of course, of course. Roman, are you almost done with that? We should take our dear y/n out for a nice dinner soon, they deserve it.” Victor explained as he grabbed the pen and paper from your hands.

“Sure, that sounds nice. I should be done in a few minutes. Don’t rush me.” Roman continued dragging the knife under his chained victim’s skin and you shook your head at the sight. By now, this didn’t even faze you, it was just another day in your life. Well, maybe the first few times you had nightmares, but you weren’t a little kid anymore. Now, you could care less what your fathers did for work. So long as they gave you the world and their love, life was good.

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[momowritings]

A L e s s o n i n F r e n c h

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Reader x Kento Nanami

Preview : Nanami pressed his lips to Toji, letting the wine fall out and into Toji’s mouth. Toji let out a low groan, and you watched as the sticky red substance escaped the corner of their mouths as down their chins. You used your thumb to gather the wine on Toji’s face and licked it clean, then tapped Nanami’s jaw. 

“It means threesome. You got ahead of yourself there, Ken. Try not to swallow my man...."

Wd ct: 5k

tags: threesome, married couple plus one, bottom Toji, anal, face riding, blowjobs, anal, lowkey brat taming, come eating, uhhh let me know if I forgot anything

“Je’n connais pas,” you mumbled into the phone. Toji had a growing frown behind you but your back was turned to him. 

“Vin rouge ou blanc?” You asked into your phone again.

Toji grumbled under his breath. “You could ask me something.” 

Your eyes darted over to him, a smile creeping on your face. You went over to his side giving him a peck on the cheek. “Mon cœur, arrête de froncer les sourcils.”

He gave you a hard stare yet you blinked so sweetly at him he couldn’t really be mad at you. “I don’t know if you know, but I still can’t understand you.” 

“I already have wine, but if you insist on bringing it, get something red. It will pair well with what I have in mind,” Nanami spoke up louder from your phone. Toji’s scowl deepened from the sound of his voice, making you place your finger down the center of his brows to flatten the wrinkles. You held the phone closer to your mouth, still massaging Toji’s face before giving him a peck on the cheek.

“And what may that be?” 

“One of your favorites. À plus tard,” he said curtly then hung up. You stuffed your phone back into your purse and held up two different wines to Toji.

“You said you wanted me to ask you, right?” 

He pointed to the one in your left hand, which you nodded to contently. He doesn’t know shit about wine so he chose the fancier looking one. He saw that it was yet another French brand too late and almost asked you to put it back until he saw you nodded contently. You held it in your arms, strolling down the aisle while Toji tried to talk you out of your plans.

“Do we have to have dinner with him? We can just stay in tonight.” 

“You’re starting to sound like me,” you smirked. “We always stay in.”

“Where’s my baby that has her nightly routine done by 9pm, rubbing her feet under the covers to sleep?”

“Getting excited to eat at our very lovely friend’s house for dinner with, ma cherie. We already agreed to it,” you reminded him. 

Toji ignored the way that he actually liked the French pet names for him. The stupid, lopsided grin he felt growing on his face would have to be stifled for the sake of the argument. 

“Say I got sick.”

“You’re as healthy as a horse.” 

“ You got sick.”

“I was just on the phone with him, he’s not gonna believe that.”

Toji let out an annoyed huff of air. It’s not that Toji didn’t like Nanami. He got along with him just fine… for your sake. Sure, he got a little lost when he was around Nanami and you at the same time because your conversations would move a thousand miles per minute, jumping from topics that required years of context. You told him that you and Nanami had known each other since college, finding yourself in the same classes multiple times over that you two decided to be study buddies until you realized that you liked each other’s company outside of class too. With Nanami you were able to sharpen your language skills, bouncing from Japanese, English,  French, Latin and most recently Arabic. He had the uncanny ability to learn a language as quickly as you could, and it just became your “thing” together even after college, even after you got married to Toji. Once Toji saw that Nanami was going to be around much more than he liked, he tried to keep the snarky remarks to himself. 

Still, there was only so much he could take. 

He just never seemed to meet eye to eye with the blond man, and Nanami has always been territorial over his friends. He didn’t give everyone that title without great care, and when you started dating Toji, Nanami was not too keen on him. He didn’t know how Toji managed to catch your attention but you were genuinely happier around him, so Nanami didn’t make a fuss about it. However, it didn’t mean he had to be friends with the dark haired man. Toji could see the stiff politeness whenever he met Nanami. Toji’s hand gripped the steering wheel tighter when you left the store to go to his house. 

When you both arrived at Nanami’s place you were welcomed to low jazz music floating from his hidden speakers. You were greeted with a warm smile and a short hug, but for Toji who stood behind you Nanami gave him a curt nod. You both followed Nanami inside to his kitchen where he was preparing his meal already. You liked to show up a little earlier just to help him out, so the only thing chopped were a few herbs like garlic and rosemary, and it gave you plenty of time to catch up with each other. 

 “This week was unbelievable. I was telling Toji on our way here that I am very close to quitting my job,” you complained. 

“Do it,” Nanami shrugged. He opened his cabinets for wine glasses, grabbing three and setting them on the counter. Then he remembered you mentioning that Toji never imbibed, so he placed one glass back. 

He did the same last year, quit his job, you were the first person he told about his decision. You remember the day fondly. He has been happier since then, and he has shown no interest in rejoining the corporate world. 

“I told her the same shit but she’s afraid of ‘getting bored’,” Toji sighed. Finally, something Nanami and him could agree on. 

“It’s a really big thing to do! I don’t know how Kenny handled it.” 

“I knew the burnout from continuing would have been worse,” he said softly, and poured the wine glasses halfway. He handed you a glass first, then raised his glass up to you. “I wouldn’t want the same thing to happen to you. So listen to us for once,” he reasoned. Your fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass and you tapped your glass with his. 

You looked at Toji nodding his head. “Oh what the hell. To quitting!”

Nanami laughed at your new enthusiasm. “To quitting,” he echoed. He waited for you to taste first before taking a sip of his own. You let the drink settle fully on your tongue and look down into your cup. 

“C’est doux,” you hummed. 

Nanami grinned and swirled his own glass. He knew you would like it. Your sweet tooth was more manageable than a certain white haired menace he knew, matching his own preferences. He could handle sweetness in doses and this was the perfect amount. “It is, isn’t it?” 

Toji let out a deep sigh and Nanami raised his brow. His presence was brought back to Nanami’s attention and the annoyance settled in. Toji could at least keep the noises to himself.

“Would it kill you to try to learn a few phrases?”

“What good will French do for me?” Toji challenged. 

“It won’t make you lose anything,” he shrugged. 

“So it’s useless.” 

You didn’t know why Toji and Nanami always acted like this when they were around each other. They could be such great friends, you could feel it. You just had to find a way to get them there. 

“Look honey, just say sweet. Doux. ”

You and Nanami waited patiently for Toji to repeat it. He crossed his arms over his chest with a disapproving frown. 

“No.”

“Pourquoi agit-il comme un enfant?” Nanami whispered it not-so-quietly into your ear. He didn’t need to whisper it at all as there was no way that Toji could understand what he said. It just made watching Toji’s jaw tick more amusing. 

You shoved Nanami’s shoulder then swirled the glass in your hand. 

“Wanna taste?” 

Toji doesn’t drink. He’d rather keep a clear mind at all times for whatever might happen, but he would never say no to a drink from your lips. It was the only way he’d drink anything alcoholic. 

You took another sip and curled your finger to him to get close, then pushed your lips on his. Toji crouched down to be slightly lower than your eye level, letting gravity do all the work while the wine seeped into his mouth. He moaned at the taste, or maybe at you, and his arms tightened around your waist. Once your mouth was empty you gave him one last kiss, your tongue running over the seam of his lips to catch any remnants.  

“Well. What do you rate it?”

His eyes fluttered open. “It is sweet. Not bad.” 

“ Doux ,” you said. You pouted that big eyed pout that broke Toji down no matter how silly the request was. It wasn’t fair to use your brown eyes like that against him and you knew it.

“Doux,” he sighed, and you rewarded him with another wine drunk kiss. He licked his lips after you pulled away, then went back in for another taste. You pushed him away when you remembered that Nanami was standing right next to you. He pretended like he couldn’t see your sickeningly sweet display of affection to each other. 

“It must suck to not have somebody to do this with,” Toji said, unprovoked. You jabbed him with his elbow, taken completely by surprise by the remark, while apologizing for him to Nanami. Toji did not take back what he said, and Nanami shot daggers with him that were aiming to kill. 

“I won’t be able to eat dinner like this,” you muttered. You dragged the arms of both men into Nanami’s living room. You plopped them both down on the couch, then sat on the table in front of them. 

“I need you two to loosen up already. I mean, it’s been a few years already. Neither one of you is going to leave my life so we need to get rid of this attitude now .”

Nanami crossed his legs, stretching his arm over the top of the couch. Toji scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. 

“I don’t have an attitude,” Nanami said coolly. 

“That’s bullshit,” you and Toji said at the same time, and it was Kento’s turn to roll his eyes. You were becoming so much like Toji. He was so sure that his dearest friend that he’s known for all these years would suddenly morph into the man sitting next to him and he would have two Toji’s to deal with. Nanami’s frown deepened at the thought. 

“And you, baby. Why can’t you hang around Nanamin without looking like I’m forcing you to?”

Toji ran a weary hand down his face. “You’re not forcing me to do anything, I promise,” he sighed. “If I didn’t want to be here with you I wouldn’t be. I just think Nanami has a giant silver stick up his ass.”

“A stick up my ass,” Nanami repeated icily. “I welcome you into my home, try to feed you, and this is how you thank me?”

You tried to intervene before they got too heated. You saw Nanami put his leg back on the ground, turning his body to face your husband. “Okay, Toji that was a little–”

“I wasn’t thanking you.” 

“I don’t know what she sees in you,” Nanami exasperated.

“ Kento .” 

“What? He’s the complete opposite of you in every way.”

“And I love that about him. We’ve been together for too long for you to still be wishing for our downfall.” 

“I’m not and will never wish for your unhappiness. Him on the other hand–”

“I’m not going any-fucking-where,” Toji stated. Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose while you let out a breathy, humourless laugh. It would be funny if Toji and Kento were doing a bit, but they were like this at any given chance. It was like dealing with children that you didn’t have the time nor want for. You sighed, patted your knees, then got up and held your hand out to Toji. 

“Let’s just eat then leave. I won’t make you guys uncomfortable anymore.” 

Both men protested but you gave them a silencing glare. Toji’s mouth snapped shut and Nanami mumbled something that sounded like an apology. They both looked like kicked puppies back in the kitchen, but finally they were quiet. Nanami couldn’t even coax you to speak to him in their mother language, as anything you asked him you answered in English. 

Toji felt the worst of the group. After all, you were pretty excited to have dinner with him here and he felt like he had ruined the night for you. You wouldn’t look him in the eye and get everything you needed yourself, not asking him for help on anything. Toji looked at you so miserably that even Nanami felt bad. 

Toji swallowed his pride, something he only did for you, and engaged in a conversation with Nanami. 

“Have you ever been to France before?” He nudged Nanami as he stood over the stove, turning the sauce so the bottom wouldn’t burn. Nanami looked at you from the corner of his eyes. You feigned deep concentration at the chopping board, oblivious to their conversation. 

“Yes, a few times. For work however, not pleasure.”

“I’ve never been. That’s why I don’t really see the point of learning a language I’m not going to use often. It’s more of a skill you and her have,” Toji said honestly. 

“That makes sense. If there’s no motivation it would be hard to learn. You’ve been to France before, right?” Nanami turned to ask you and you shrugged. 

“Yes. Twice.” 

Nanami pursed his lips together. They were going to have to work a little harder but at least you were talking. 

“That’s right. You took a trip right after graduation and then attended a wedding there, correct?”

You made a sound of agreement. Toji scratched the back of his head hopelessly. 

“I will say Toji, French is pervasive. There’s French influence everywhere so you probably know a lot more of it than you think.” 

Nanami started listing out phrases and Toji was following along, telling him if he heard them before or not. They were doing this together, still preparing the dinner, making your heart thaw in the process. They were really getting along for your sake and it was all you ever wanted. 

“A popular term is ménage à trois,” Nanami murmured. He didn’t know why he brought it up all of a sudden, but it was true nonetheless. 

Immediately Toji’s eyes lit up. A wolfish grin was plastered on his face. “I know that one.”

Nanami rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Of course you do.”

“Remind me what it means again, blondie.” 

You decided that now you wanted to join in on the conversation. A slow smile stretched across your face. You set the knife down on the table, carefully wiping your hands clean with a towel as you answered. “Literally? A household of three.” 

Your eyes shined with a mischievous light and Toji knew that there was more to it. 

“Colloquially?” Nanami brushed Toji’s hand off his face. He took a sip from his glass, maintaining eye contact with Toji and gripped his waist. Toji lurched forward, surprised by the action but he was more concerned with how close Nanami’s face was to his. Nanami gave you a look at the corner of his eyes, asking for permission, looking for rejection. You didn’t look at him yet, instead gazing at Toji who was trying to gauge your reaction. You gave him a nod, and then a look to Nanami that said he’s all yours.

Nanami pressed his lips to Toji, letting the wine fall out and into Toji’s mouth. Toji let out a low groan, and you watched as the sticky red substance escaped the corner of their mouths as down their chins. You used your thumb to gather the wine on Toji’s face and licked it clean, then tapped Nanami’s jaw. 

“It means threesome. You got ahead of yourself there, Ken. Try not to swallow my man.”

“He was going to swallow me,” he retorted. Nanami released Toji and brushed his fingers over his lip. They had only kissed for a few seconds but they were tingling. He eyed Toji, who wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your head, seemingly unfazed. Toji’s ears told a different story. His face was as collected as ever yet they were flaming red, like they could burst to flames. Nanami wondered if he was pushed up against you to hide an erection, because Nanami was doing the same by standing so close to the counter to finish slicing his portion of vegetables. 

“Toji you’re slowing me down,” you complained to the man who was still holding onto you like a koala. His arms around you shortened your range of movement, so he raised them up so they wouldn’t be blocking your elbows. You shook your head yet a smile danced on your lips. No matter how Nanami felt, Toji always brought you joy, and he was glad to see your bright smile again. Toji could be standing, doing absolutely nothing but scowling at people, and you would still gaze dreamily upon him. It was ridiculous to watch from Nanami’s point of view, yet he couldn’t stay mad at it. You were smitten with Toji and he had to accept that.

“I’m not blind, you know. It’s hard to ignore you two fucking each other with your eyes,” you commented, shocking both men. “I don’t think I want to sit through that at the table, so let’s deal with this now.” 

You gazed at Nanami who doubled and tripled checked your expression to make sure he was not reading you wrong. 

“You want to…?”

“If Toji wants to,” you agreed. All eyes were on Toji. 

“Lead the way, cheekbones. I’ll do whatever she says.” 

With that Nanami washes his hands and leads you two to his bedroom. You were right, he couldn’t imagine sitting at the dining table with the way his heart was racing in his chest and his pants getting incredibly tight. It was better to deal with this now. Get it out of his system once and for all. Whatever this was. 

“Your room is exactly how I’d imagine it to be. Cold, ” Toji said pointedly once inside. Everything was neatly folded and tucked away. Dark bedding a few decorative pillows laid on the bed, and you sat down on the edge of it, already making yourself comfortable.

“You were having wet dreams about my bedroom?” Nanami raised a brow, causing the other man to scowl. You pulled Toji down to the bed next to you. Your lips tickled the outer shell of his ear when you spoke, yet your voice had a sharp edge to it that sent chills down your husband’s spine. 

“You’re such a little shit tonight. What is your problem?” 

Your fingernails scraped Toji’s nape and his jaw tightened. While it wasn’t intentional tonight, he liked the way you got rough with him when he was getting on your nerves. 

Nanami cleared his voice. “How are we going to do this?” You and Toji’s attention snapped at him. There was a beat of silence before Toji answered. 

“You’re already in front of me. How ‘bout you get on your knees?” Toji offered with a wicked smile. He had every right to decline, yet with one look at you and your bitten bottom lip Nanami felt compelled to do so. Never in a million years would Nanami think that he would be on his knees in front of Toji this way. He didn’t expect to get hard from it either. 

You rubbed Toji’s shoulders as you moved to sit behind him, cheering Nanami on while he kneeled in front of the other man. 

“Doesn’t Nanamin have the prettiest eyes, Toji? They’re absolutely gorgeous,” you cooed. Kento tugged at the belt holding Toji’s pants together, trying to ignore your compliments that made his ears flame. “I know how much you love brown eyes.” 

He was sure that one was meant just for Toji to hear since you dropped your voice down so low, but he heard it all the same. Nanami zeroed in on the hardening length in Toji’s pants, straining to be released and took his time unzipping his pants. You whispered more obscenities in Toji’s ears while Nanami gently pulled him out of his pants. He was already leaking with precum, making the blonde man smirk. 

“Something funny?” Toji asked gruffly. It’s been so long since anybody else’s hands but yours have been on Toji’s body, and the new feeling was exhilarating. Nanami dragged his tongue from the base to the tip before answering. 

“Nothing in particular. Do you want me to continue?”

“Keep focus on the tip,” you mention, still behind Toji. “He’s incredibly sensitive.”

Nanami kept that in mind as he swallowed Toji’s cock. You both watched him in awe as it seemed like he had no gag reflex. Spit rolled down Toji’s length and he let out a low hiss. By habit he placed his large hand on top of Nanami’s head, barely guiding him because Toji was too worried about busting quick. The sound of Toji’s cock head hitting the back of Nanami’s throat made you want to join in on the fun. 

“That’s enough, Kenny. I don’t want him to come just yet,” you purred. He didn’t hear you, his eyes were closed and he was moaning over Toji’s cock so you slipped onto the floor next to him, one hand running up his thigh to rub his erection through the fabric of his pants and the other one combed through his undercut until you got to the thick of his hair. Toji removed his hand off of his cheek so you could talk to him. You gently tugged his hair until he released Toji’s cock with a soft pop . “Enjoying yourself?”

Nanami looked at you from the corner of his eyes, breathing heavily. Your fingers on his erection made him painfully hard, his hand coming to rest on top of yours. Cum mixed with spit dripped down his chin and you collelected it with your thumb, pushing it up back into his mouth until he sucked on your digit, then you stared straight at Toji. Kento’s eyes were low and heady, making Toji ache even more. He had such long lashes and blinked slowly at him, daring him to say something. You grabbed Nanami by the chin and gave him a kiss, breaking the trance both men were in. 

It wasn’t your first time kissing Nanami. It was New Years during undergrad, and you were happy and drunk and willing to kiss anybody who was within arm’s reach. Nanami just happened to be the closest. It was a drunk and clumsy kiss that led to laughter and shouting “Happy New Year” right in his ear. You only vaguely remembered it the next day, apologizing profusely to your friend who said it wasn’t a big deal. 

However, this kiss was nothing like the one you two had shared those many nights ago. It was downright filthy, full of tongue and teeth, push and pull. The kiss was going to be burned in your mind forever. The fact that Toji was watching you made you put on a show, and Nanami felt the same heated eyes sweep over him. You made quick work with the buttons on Nanami’s shirt, almost popping them in your haste. Kento’s hand slipped past your waistband, gathering the arousal from your sex and fucking you leisurely with his middle finger in contrast to how ravenous he was with his mouth. Toji started to stroke himself from the scene in front of him, and immediately your eyes opened and wandered over to him. Your lips were still moving against Nanami’s, but you took Toji’s length in your free hand and he let go of himself. He watched your hand wrap around him, hissing when you thumbed his slit and you finally broke your kiss with Nanami. 

Nanami’s lips went down to your neck when he no longer had access to your mouth. Your perfume was the same type of subtle sweetness of the wine he drank, intoxicating him further. He managed to remove some of your clothes in his frenzy, and he was finally able to see the delicate lace bra you were wearing that was purple. Your nipples were visible through the berry fabric and peeking over the top of the cup, your breasts threatening to spill over completely. You tilted your head down to Nanami as he left a mark on your chest. 

“Help me out, Kento.” You gestured to Toji’s cock still hard in your hand. You kissed the bottom of his shaft, expecting Nanami to take care of the head. 

“ Fuck .” Toji had two mouths and two different hands on his cock, all moving at different speeds but had the same goal in mind. He had no idea how he was able to hold back from cumming for so long while looking at the both of you on your knees. Sometimes you’d switch off, Nanami flattening his tongue on the underside to feel the large vein hidden there while you swirl your tongue on the head, focusing solely on his tip. Your nose would bump Nanami’s moving around, and when it happened you would share a sloppy kiss before returning to the task at hand. Toji’s balls tightened, and he gave a warning through clenched teeth. 

“I’m going to cum.” 

Once again Nanami was at the top, his lips sealed tight around Toji. You backed off, opting to gently stroke the base of his cock as they had their moment.

“Do not get it in my eye,” Nanami warned. His voice was husky from using his throat but you weren’t sure that Toji could actually hear him. Their stare was electric, and Nanami openly gazed at Toji when he stuck out his tongue, waiting for him to cum. You stroked Toji harder while he cursed and shouted, painting Kento’s accepting mouth and face. The ribbons of cum slowed and some spurted on Nanami’s chest. Nanami looked down on the mess made on his chest, and before he could say anything you licked it off of his body. You didn’t want any of it to go to waste and Nanami wiped the ones off of his face by scooping it off of his finger and salaciously cleaned it off. 

“Take off your clothes,” you ordered when you looked back at your husband. He snapped out of his post-orgasm daze to shrug off his pants and shirt, tossing them to some corner of the room. 

“We were going to have some fun when we got back home,” you shrugged when Nanami wordlessly raised his brow at the blue plug seated in Toji’s ass. He grabbed the base and turned it slowly inside of Toji, who stifled a groan deep in his chest. 

“Is that why you always act like that? You need to have your attitude fucked out of you to behave?”

“Watch it, Nanamin. I could say the same about you,” you quipped. As far as you were concerned, you were the only one who could call out Toji for his brattiness. 

“I’m not the one prepped and ready to go.”

“Not everybody is as vanilla as you, blondie,” Toji smirked. “You should try it someday. It would help that stick in your ass that I was talking about.” 

“All you have to do is ask, Kenny,” you whispered in his ear. Your hand ran down his back, feeling the small of his waist and then cupped his ass. “Either one of us can make you feel good, I promise.” 

The offer was tempting, especially coming from your lips. Your fingers made mindless shapes on his skin, making his heart race. 

“I believe you,” he breathed.

A small smile formed on your lips. “Good. Next time, alright? Let’s not keep my baby waiting.” You kneeled beside Toji on the bed, taking his mouth to tongue him down, leaving Nanami to his devices. 

He watched the scene in front of him, you stroking Toji and your mouth melded in his. Nanami’s fingers grazed over his lips, remembering how yours felt while he grabbed a condom. He pulled the plug out of Toji, taking a moment to view how ready he was, and more blood went straight to Nanami’s cock. He slowly eased himself in Toji’s entrance, pulling back when only the tip entered just to annoy the other man. Toji’s eyes opened to glare at Nanami, then he hooked his leg around his waist, dragging him down and closer. Kento’s hands braced themselves on both sides of Toji’s body, his length going deeper inside of him as he tried to hold himself up. 

“So fucking impatient,” Nanami growled. He pushed the rest of his cock in Toji who moaned loudly in your lips. His teeth dug into your lips, and your free hand found its way to the apex of your thighs, circling your own bud from heated desire. Nanami held nothing back from Toji, fucking him with all the roughness your husband craved. Toji’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when Nanami put his leg over his shoulder to reach the end of him. 

“F-fuck, Kento,” he bit out. Nanami was fucking him like he had something to prove, and Toji was feeling it in his guts. Your hand on his cock only heightened his sensitivity. Then, in his brief moment of clarity, Toji coaxed you to sit on his face. There was no reason for you to get yourself off when his mouth was free, and it would help him to stop drooling over Nanami’s mind breaking strokes. 

You straddled yourself over Toji’s face and he wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you closer. His nose teasingly nudged your clit, causing you to double over. You splayed your hands over his stomach and gyrated your hips on his tongue. 

Your hands roamed your own body until reaching your chest. Surprisingly your bra was still on, but the cups were pulled down under your bust and you tweaked your own nipple. You were too caught up in the feeling of Toji’s tongue fucking you to take it off completely. Toji who knew exactly what you needed stretched his arm to twist your other nipple.Your moans were not the only ones that could be heard in the room. Nanami gave soft grunts as he fucked Toji, and all of Toji’s noises were muffled by your sex. You grabbed Toji’s wrist and urged him to grab your whole breast tightly. With your head thrown back you wished he could put his hands around your neck instead. You were grazing your throat when your eyes fluttered open, staring up at the ceiling before jerking from Toji’s hands. He rubbed fast circles on your clit that choked you up. You drew ragged breaths that made Nanami swing his hips faster, matching the cadence of your moans. The legs around Toji’s head queened tighter as you rapidly approached your climax, but he chased that high as if it was his own. His tongue skillfully chipped away at your sanity.

“Ke-Kento,” you whined, begging him for help. Not that he’d want to in this situation. His body drifted towards your voice, and you stretched across to meet his mouth again. Your hands balanced yourself on Toji’s stomach again, grabbing his cock to stroke him quickly. You and Nanami shared breaths, your mouth grazing over each other’s before kissing again. Toji’s moans prompted yours, leading to Nanami biting your bottom lip. Every emotion was felt between all three of you, currents of energy jumping from one person to the next. Nanami wasn’t fucking you, but he might as well have been from all the noise you were making. 

You snapped first. You broke the connection of your lips from Nanami’s, throwing your head back to ride out your high on Toji’s tongue. Kento watched you unravel with hearts in his eyes. Your fingers left angry red marks on Toji’s wrists, as you tried to hold his hands while you spiraled down. Toji tightened dangerously around Kento, and despite his will not to Kento came the same time he did. Nanami filled the condom, and Toji painted his own stomach and chest with come for the second time of the night. Muffled curse words shuddered through clenched teeth left everyone’s mouth. You fell to your side in a heap, your head resting next to Toji’s knee as you tried to catch your breath. Nanami had just enough strength to pull out and take off his condom before collapsing on top of Toji. He’d worry about the sticky mess he’s lying on top of later. When your eyes fluttered open to see Toji’s arm thrown over Nanami’s back you let out a breathy giggle. 

Toji spoke first. “Is dinner still going to happen or…” 

Nanami scowled, pinching his thigh and your giggles turned into full on laughter. 

“All you do is take,” Kento grumbled. Toji gave his ass a playful slap in response.

“I guess you two can never really change, but this was a much needed first step,” you snorted. “But seriously, when are we going to eat, Kenny?” 

One would think you meant food. That’s what came out of your mouth, but your eyes hungrily swept over Nanami. 

“Vacuums. You both are vacuums.” 

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The Marriage Pact Part 1

To Have and to Hold

AN: I am so excited for this 😆

Synopsis: Jack brings up the marriage pact that the two of you made when you were seventeen on your 30th birthday

Pairing: Best Friend!Jack Harlow x Best Friend!Reader

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You were attempting to drift off to sleep since you were exhausted from everything that took place during the day getting things together for Jack's tour when you heard Jack’s voice interrupting you. 

This typically happened more often than not seeing as he still suffered from nightmares and would often come into your room whenever you stayed at hotels and if you two were home, he would be calling you. 

"Stink! I know you’re not sleeping! Get your ass up!"

"Well I was trying to be before you so rudely interrupted me. I am running on fumes seeing as I had to make sure everyone’s shit was together before this tour started." You answered as Jack walked over to the bed and pulled the comforter off of you.

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds and just peered down at you while you casually raised your middle finger up in his direction and all he did was roll his eyes.

“You’re staring at me.Creep. You literally see me just about every day and know what I look like. You’ve known what I looked like since I was born basically.”

"Uhhh because there is literally two minutes until your birthday and I am always the one to tell you happy birthday first. That was the whole reason why I came in here in the first place."

"Jack, it's not my birthday. But I should be used to this by now, always busting in my room unannounced." You said while shaking your head as Jack came to sit next to you as you were still laying down and peeking out from under the comforter since you had thrown it back over yourself. .

All he did was stare at you for a few seconds before shaking his head.

"You work too hard and although I thank you for it, you need a break. I know being my manager isn’t easy and that I constantly give you headaches. But, It's about to be March 21st, sweetheart. I will never ever ever ever forget my favorite girl’s birthday no matter what I have going on around me."

"I…"

"Forgot your own birthday, but your best friend in the entire world is never going to forget it. You'll get the rest of your gifts later, but I have the cake, card, and one of them right now. So sit up so you can eat it. Oh, and happy birthday to my most favorite person in the world." Jack said while leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Thank you, Jack Jack. It totally slipped my mind."

"I always got you, baby. You know that." Jack replied while pinching your cheek. 

"And I got you. Forever and ever." You answered before taking off the comforter and sitting up against the headboard as Jack made himself comfortable next to you while reaching over to the nightstand to grab the cake he got for you.

"I decided to switch it up this year since you've been having your obsession with strawberry flavored desserts so I got you strawberry cake with buttercream icing which I know is your favorite."

"Why are you so perfect?" You asked with your mouth watering at the sight as he handed it to you. 

"You're the perfect one and make me look good. Why do you think I wouldn’t take no for an answer when I told them that I wanted you to be my manager?" Jack answered as he set the cake in the middle of both of you.

“Because you would literally lose your head if it wasn’t for me. Been that way since we were little.”

“Hmm, you have a point.”

Jack did the honors of taking the first small piece from the cake slice first and holding the fork up to your mouth so you could taste it.

“Damn, I’m going to need a whole one now. Where did you get this from?” You asked as Jack got another fork for himself and began eating.

“Ms. Beverly. She made it without a second thought once I told her it was for you.”

“Aww, really?!” 

Ms. Beverly was your third grade teacher who had now since retired from teaching and runs an entire bakery in Louisville. The two of you kept in touch and she became one of your favorite teachers who had a lasting impact on you. You always knew that you could go to her when you needed to if you weren’t comfortable going to your parents.

 “Free of charge might I add, but I still left her a big tip. Probably bigger than what the cake originally cost.”

“Now, how in the world did you get in here?” You curiously asked seeing as the two of you were currently in L.A.

“Don’t worry about how I got it here. Just know that I did it because I know that this would make you happy. And you know how important your happiness is to me.”

“I literally hit the jackpot in the best friend department.” 

It was quiet for a few minutes as the two of you were still eating, when Jack suddenly broke the silence.

"Now you know what this means right?" Jack asked as you looked up at him from your birthday cake.

A tradition that had taken place with him buying you your own slice of cake or cupcake ever since you turned fourteen.

He would save up his allowance two months in advance just to be sure he had enough for when the time came to buy it.  

He was always the first one to tell you happy birthday ever since you could remember. It also helped that the two of you only lived a few houses down from one another. 

"What? That I'm having a cheat day and need to go to the gym an extra day this week?" You answered, but Jack shook his head no and had a somewhat serious look on his face.  

"No. We're both thirty." Jack quietly said and the both of you stared at each other for a few minutes before either of you said something.

"You… you actually remembered and you were serious?" You asked him as you put down your fork to give him your full attention.

"Of course I was serious. What better person is there to marry than my best friend who I know I can trust and won't let me down?"

When the two of you had turned seventeen, it was right after the worst break up that you could have ever imagined. 

Him cheating on you with someone that you were close to and you just knew the world was over.

It wasn't until you decided to go to a party and get drunk with Jack keeping a close eye on you that the conversation of a marriage pact was brought up the next morning when you had finally sobered up.

"If I were to propose to you right now, would you say yes?" Jack asked you as the two of you were laying on the floor in his bedroom staring up the ceiling. 

"Of course I would. You’re my best friend in the entire world and I know the last thing you would ever do is hurt me." 

"Then let's make a deal. If we're both single by the time we're thirty we'll get married."

You quickly agreed and simply thought to yourself that pact or no pact, you would marry your best friend in a heartbeat. 

You had reached the center of the cake when you noticed something hard that made a sound once your fork had hit it. 

All you did was look at Jack before moving the rest of the cake to the side and discovering a silver pear shaped engagement ring.

The ring that you told him that you had always wanted. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as you stared at it for a few seconds before finally turning to look at Jack. 

"Jackman Thomas…." You started to say, but nothing else came out seeing as your heart was now beating a thousand miles per hour and your breathing was beginning to be erratic. 

"You know how much you mean to me because I literally tell you every day and I cannot go one day without being around you. If I’m not around you, we’re on the phone talking to each other or even sometimes just doing our own thing. Plenty of times we’ve called each other and we won’t even speak, but we just know that the other person is always there.  You have been in my life since damn near birth and I don't see myself without you by my side for the rest of my life. I was dead serious when we made that pact at seventeen. I want you to be my wife because I know no one else will come close. You know me better than anyone and I can share things with you and not feel like you’re judging me for any of it. So, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and fulfilling our marriage pact?"

“This is one hell of a gift. How much was this?” You began to say and Jack just smiled at you since he knew every time you got an ounce of nervousness in you, you began to ramble.

“Since when does that matter, and when do I ever tell you how much something is that I bought for you?”

“It doesn’t, but as you can probably tell right now, my heart just fell out of my ass.”

Jack began laughing as you were still trying to come to terms with what he had just asked you.

“Baby girl, I need an answer.” He said as you were playing with the ring in your fingers.

“You really want me to be your wife?” You quietly asked and all Jack did was nod.

"Yes." 

“Till death do us part?”

“Yes.”

“Through sickness and in health?”

“Yes.”

“For richer or poorer?”

“Baby girl! At this rate, we should get married this very moment. You got me over here reciting vows and shit. And you know for a damn fact that I’ll always take care of you regardless.”

“Okay, okay, okay. I was just thinking out loud, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. This is a very important thing to think about but I will tell you that if you don’t want me to be your hus…”

You immediately cut him off.

“Do NOT finish that sentence because I do. And my answer is yes.”

“Wait, really?”

“Well, did you think that I was going to say no?”

“Okay, well I was only 65% sure that you would say yes and that’s more than 50, so I thought to myself the chances of you saying yes are greater and that I might as well try.” Jack quickly took the ring from you and slid it onto your finger as you sat there admiring it. 

“You remember what ring that I said I wanted. Wait, how did you even know my size?”

“Really? Your best friend of thirty years now and you’re asking me if I know your ring size?” All Jack did was look at you in disbelief.

“Okay, fair point.” You quickly picked up your cake and the two of you finished eating as so many thoughts were running through your head and Jack quickly noticed.

“What are you thinking?”

“Well for one, our mothers will be very happy about this.”

“True. I know that had a bet going even if neither of them want to admit it. They’ve probably been planning for this since we were born.”

Your mother along with Jack’s mother Maggie were best friends and got pregnant around the same time and agreed that your mom would name her first born while Maggie named you. Seeing as the two of you were eight days apart, once your mother finally brought you home and got settled, Maggie of course came over to check on her and it was good that they had support systems in place that would help them navigate being first time mothers while also supporting each other. Maggie had set Jack in the bassinet next to you and you immediately took to him. It was almost as if the two of you were hugging and now have been inseparable ever since. 

“I definitely think that they have a color scheme in their head and probably even a location.”

“But, we have plenty of time to discuss that. There is absolutely no rush and seeing as I know tour is about to start we’re both going to have our hands full.”

“Are we… should we announce this? Like what are people going to say?” 

Now you were beginning to worry.

“Who cares what people have to say. We’re two grown adults who want to be married to each other. And I actually have an idea about announcing it, but like I said. No rush, and we have plenty of time. For now, the birthday girl needs to go to sleep so she can have energy for her surprise party later tonight that she has absolutely no idea about because she did not hear what I just said and Urban is going to kill me if you say something.”

You couldn’t help but to laugh and shake your head at him as you once again made yourself comfortable under the comforter. It was around 12:45 and you had to be awake around 7 in the morning.

“I promise not to say anything and I will act very surprised.” You said as Jack made a motion to get up off the bed, but you quickly grabbed his hand to pull him back.

“Where is my fiance going?” You asked and all he did was smirk.

“More than likely you’re going to end up back in here before the night is over so just stay in here.”

“Good point. I’m used to you sleeping crazy anyway.”

“What the? I do not!” You said in response as Jack took off his shirt and got underneath the comforter with you and brought your head to lay on his chest.

“You either steal the blankets from me, kick me, or hit me. I’ve been dealing with this for how long?”

“But… you always wake up well rested and you usually never have a nightmare when I’m next to you.” You replied while picking up your head to look at him.

“One of the many things that I love about you.”

“Ooh, tell me more. I want to hear all of this.”

“Later, when my birthday girl wakes up, don’t read your card until you’re by yourself.”

“Did you put money in it this year?”

“I put money in it last year!”

“Jack, you gave me a dollar.”

“However, you got a Givenchy outfit, two Birkins, two Telfar bags, Louboutins, and new earrings so I don’t want to hear it. I gave you gas money.”

“GAS MONEY? IN THIS ECONOMY?”

“Don’t push it. I’ll take everything I bought you back.”

“Well you for damn sure not getting this ring back so you can forget it.” You replied while picking up your hand to look at it.

“Here you go, starting already.”

“I thought we were supposed to go to sleep? The light is still on.”

“We are, but I wanted to look at your beautiful face.” Jack answered while you rolled your eyes. 

“You are literally so full of shit. I repeat you know what I look like.”

“And you wonder why you only got a dollar.”

“Goodnight, Jackman.” You said as you reached over him to turn off the light and all he did was laugh.

“Goodnight future wifey.”

“I’m letting you know right now that I’m hyphenating my last name.”

“Whatever you want, babe.”

—-

Your alarm blasted in your ear signaling that it was time for you to get up, but Jack’s arms were wrapped around you so tightly that you were unable to move and turn it off.

“Babe, move your arm.” You quietly told Jack and all he did was groan and hold you tighter if that was even possible.

“No.”

All you did was sigh and try to pry his arms off of you with no use.

“You are such a big baby.”

“I’m your big baby. Five more minutes.”

“Then reach over and turn it off. But I do still have to get up.”

“No, you don’t. The birthday girl is relaxing on her birthday seeing as I literally canceled everything that you had scheduled for the day since I knew you had probably forgot.”

“I…”

“No, go back to sleep.” Jack replied as he reached for your phone to turn off your alarm before settling back down next to you and simply laying on your chest as you played in his curls that you loved so much.

“Did you sleep okay?” You asked and all Jack did was nod.

“No nightmares?”

“No, and I was having a good dream before it was so rudely interrupted by your alarm.”

“You slept in my room, remember?”

“Yes and can we go back to sleep because we have a lot to do today.”

“Well how long can I sleep for?”

“Your hair and nail appointment is at 9, now go to sleep.”

“Wait…”

“Nope, go to sleep. I’ll tell you more when I wake up.”

You did as you were told and woke up at around 8:15. You quickly hopped into the shower seeing as Jack had rolled away from you, so this was the perfect opportunity to make an escape. He was going to complain later, but you would worry about that when the time came. 

Deciding on your pink and white jumpsuit, you quickly got dressed as you now heard Jack stirring. You turned around to see him reaching for you and he quickly let out a sigh when he noticed that you weren’t next to him. 

“Y/N….”

“Jackman...”

“You left me in my time of need.”

“I-.... you were asleep!”

“So? Your point? Anyway, the car should be downstairs now to take you to get your hair and nails done. I’ll see you when you come back.”

“And be on your best behavior. You and Urban because good lord.” You responded while putting in your earrings.

“We will be! And we will not be getting ready for your surprise party later that you don’t know about because that part of the conversation last night did not happen. And I took all of your credit cards because everything is on me today. You’ll have your chai latte waiting for you at the salon. Your only job today is to relax and let me take care of everything for you. Come here so you can get your birthday hug.” You simply held up your hands in defense and weren't going to put up a fight as you walked over to Jack who was now standing and quickly embraced him. 

“Happy birthday my pretty girl.” He quickly kissed your forehead as you hugged him tighter and smiled.

“Thank you and thank you for everything that you do for me.”

“I think it’s the other one around, but for today I’ll take it.”

Jack made sure you got downstairs and into the car okay before going to bother Urban and to get ready for your party later. Jack was itching to tell him about the two of you being together or being engaged? Whichever one it was but since he hadn’t cleared it with you beforehand he decided against it. 

His heart just about jumped out of his chest when you had told him yes last night when he had asked you to marry him, because he honestly thought that you were going to say no. Little did he know that in the back of your mind, for the last few weeks you had been thinking about the marriage pact heavily and wondered if Jack had honestly forgotten about it. So when he did bring it up, you were almost at a loss for words. 

But now that you got him and he got you officially, you were going to do anything possible for your relationship to continue to thrive as you would soon have different roles. Going from best friends to husband and wife. 

It was around 5 in the evening when you finally returned to the hotel and sent a quick text to Jack letting you know that you were back in your room. As you walked further into the room, you caught sight of a black and silver dress along with a brand new pair of Louboutins sitting on the bed and simply smiled and laughed to yourself.

You went closer to see that there was a note attached written in Jack’s handwriting.

For my fiance (you are about to get sick of me because I’m saying that every chance I get),

Put this on and then text me when you’re ready.

Happy 30th birthday, baby girl 

Love,

Your future husband

Once you were dressed, you sent him a text as promised and within five minutes he was opening the door to your hotel room (since the two of you always gave each other keys to your rooms) and smiled when he saw you.

“Damn, you got a man?”

“Actually I do.” You answered while playing along.

“And he left you here all by yourself looking that good?”

“Bye Jackman. I am so done with you.”

“You look gorgeous as always. Did you like the outfit I picked out for you?”

“I do and it fits perfectly.”

“Now, are you ready to go to your surprise party that you didn’t know about and will act surprised once we get there?”

“Yes, and I can’t wait.”

The party was in full swing and you were mingling with all your guests seeing as Jack literally flew in all of your friends and family so it was a small and intimate setting which he knew that you would prefer. Crowds weren’t your thing and would quickly give you anxiety being around a lot of people. Jack noticed that you were now staring off into space and quickly pulled you to the side in order to make sure that you were okay as he could tell your social battery was slowly diminishing.

“We can leave whenever you want. Just want to make sure that you’re okay.”

“I’m fine, I promise. Just a little tired, but I know it’ll be worth it.”

“Should we tell them? I’m surprised no one has said anything about your ring yet.”

“How about when we cut the cake we do it?”

“As long as you’re sure. It’s only friends and family so I know they won’t say anything until we give them the okay to.” Jack said while moving a curl out of your face.

“I’m sure.”

“Absolutely positive? Because we can wait, I don’t want you to feel as if I’m rushing you because that is the last thing I want.”

“You worry too much, I’m fine. I promise and I’m sure. Now I can tell all the girls to back up off my man.” You said while laughing and wrapping your arms tighter around Jack as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“You sure can. First thing out of my mouth will be is I’m taken and spoken for.”

All Jack thought to himself was that he knew from an early age that the two of you would end up together. However, it seemed like any time he tried to make a move you had a boyfriend and the last thing that he ever wanted to do was come in between that since he wanted for you to be happy. 

Usually once your boyfriends found out how close you and Jack were, they always accused you of cheating and would simply break up with you. But you had it in your mind that your soulmate whoever that was would respect the relationship that you have had with someone literally since birth and realize that Jack was not going anywhere and would forever be a part of your life and you wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Jack remembers comforting you every time it happened, he would give you a chance to have some time for yourself, but before he could make his move on you, you were once again in another relationship. 

“Let’s do this, then.”

“Happy dirty thirty to my favorite girl in the entire universe. I just wanted to let you know for the millionth time today how special you are to me and….. We have something to tell yall before we cut the cake.” Jack started to say and you were now in front of him.

“Should we say something or wait?” Jack asked as he looked down at you to increase the suspense even though the two of you already agreed on it.

“Hmmm, I guess we can tell them since they’re eventually going to find out anyway.” You responded and shrugged at the same time. 

“Out with it already!” Urban yelled while looking between the two of you and Jack simply held up your left hand to show everyone the ring.

“Wait, what?” You then heard him say and for good reason. 

“EXCUSE ME?!”

“I’m officially changing Y/N’s last name to Harlow.” Jack answered before grabbing hold of your face and then leaning down to kiss you as you eagerly kissed him back. Once the two of you broke apart, all you saw was confused faces around you. 

For that to be the first kiss you and Jack shared, you couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear.

The two of you have gotten close to kissing before, but Jack would quickly move away or you would.

Because deep down in your mind you never thought that he liked you back the same way that you liked him and didn’t want to set yourself up to be hurt in the end. 

“I… did I miss something?”

“Apparently I missed the entire relationship because WHAT?” 

“That ring is big as shit.”

“Did anyone know that they were together? Because I definitely didn’t.” 

And then you heard both of your mothers.

“WE KNEW IT!” 

Jack made eye contact with Urban who was looking at him in confusion and knew that the both of you would have to explain this to him later.

He knew that the two of you liked each other and would tease the both of you every day about it and asked when one of you were going to make the first move and ask the other one out.

So, the fact that now the two of you were in front of him and you were now wearing a big ass engagement ring was reason enough to have him in his feelings.  

With the marriage pact, you and Jack simply kept it to yourselves not involving anyone else just in case that something were to happen, as in, one of you getting married. Jack knew that Urban was going to be hurt about this seeing as the two of them literally told each other everything, and would explain his reasoning to keep it from him later. 

“Let me see the ring!” Your other best friend Ariyana said while coming over to you and grabbing your hand.

“I’m so happy for you and knew that the two of you would eventually end up together. I’ll beat you up later for not telling me.” She said while hugging you as you laughed.

Jack gave you a light squeeze on your shoulder as he went over where Urban was as you were now conversing with Ari and both of your parents.

“Urb.” Jack started to say, but he immediately stopped him. 

“So, we’re keeping things from each other now?” Urban questioned as he now had his arms crossed.

“No, but we didn’t want to say anything until we were sure. I promise it’ll make much more sense once we both explain it to you later.”

“As much as I got on the both of you every single day all to find out that the two of you were together anyway?”

“Like I said, we’ll do it later. If Y/N’s too tired we’ll do it tomorrow, but like I said once we tell you it will make much more sense.”

“It better make sense, because right now I’m ready to kick your ass for lying to me.”

“I get it, but fix your face before Y/N sees you. Don’t upset her.”

“I’m the only one who should be upset, but fine.” 

“Will it soften the blow that you’re going to be the best man?” Jack hopefully asked while looking at him.

“A little, but throw in some ramen and weed for good measure.”

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[mikeysw1fey]

red looks good on you

pairing: vada cavell x female reader

warnings: drug use, alcohol consumption

a/n: vada is literally the cutest little person.

Bored. That’s how I felt being stuck at home on a Friday night with no dads, no sister and no fucking weed.

Of course it was my choice to not go to some dudes party that my twin, Mia, had decided to go to but I hate the party scene anyway, hormonal guys trying to pull you into a bedroom so they would get some stupid alone time, and crappy cheap beer. Not my type of fun time.

“Uhhh.” I groan and collapse onto the couch a simple cup of vodka in my hand. Taking a sip and trying my hardest not to make a face I check my phone to see Mias number flashing on my screen.

“Yeah?” I pick up the call and place it against my ear.

“Hey Y/N just letting you know Vadas staying tonight. We’ll be home in like twenty.” Mia’s voice is slurred slightly.

“Ok just get home safely.” I reply and I can hear the rolling of her eyes. “Just because your a minute and thirty seconds older doesn’t mean I’m a fetus. Relax.” She scoffs before hanging up.

I smile softly at her drunk bickering before leaning my head against the armrest of the couch. Vada. I may or may not have a tiny crush on the small brunette girl. Since the shooting her and Mia had become inseparable, and she had been at our house every day which is given me enough time to be somewhat smitten.

“Hellooo.” Mias voice echoes through the house as she bursts through the front door. “Living room.” I yell back taking another sip of my drink.

Mia appears first, hair disheveled and stance wobbly. But the person I was really looking at stood slightly behind Mias tall stature, Vada looked somewhat the same, her hair pulled up into a messy bun and her outfit stained with what looked like a variety of different alcohols.

“Hey Vads.” I smirk waving at the shorter girl who seems to blush slightly, an awkward hand rising to wave back. “We are going to shower. And then we will come find you for a drink partay.” Mia spins in a circle, almost tripping over her own feet as she giggles like a small child.

I roll my eyes at my sister who tugs on Vadas wrist pulling her up the stairs, my eyes following her tiny figure until they disappear.

As soon as they disappear my eyes widen. “Shit I forgot to ask Mia.” I slap my forehead and down the liquid in my cup (with disgust) before scrambling off the couch and up the stairs.

I think the drink had taken its effect slightly as I became oblivious to the shower running, and instead burst into Mias bedroom.

“Hey have you got any we-“ I trail off as Mia is no where to be found, instead a half naked Vada dressed only in shorts and a bra stands with flushed cheeks beside Mias bed.

“Oh shit sorry, I was just gonna ask if you guys had any weed.” I duck my head down and go to close the door when Vadas voice stops me.

“It’s in her dresser, and it’s ok. We are both girls anyway and I’m sure you’ve seen your fair share of girls in bras. Not saying that your a slut or anything because your not. Well you could be I don’t know. But like-“ Vada continues to ramble as I smirk, slowly opening the door again and trying not to let my eyes drift to her chest.

Shifting through Mias draw I finally find her stash while Vada continues to talk. “Vada. Honestly. Shut up.” I laugh watching her face go red. “Sorry, I ramble when I’m drunk or around hot people. Not saying that your hot. Well you are but like it’s different cause I’m also like kind of drunk.” She begins again and I chuckle at her rigid stance.

Moving slightly closer to the girl I raise an eyebrow. “So you think I’m hot?” I whisper. That causes Vada to shut up, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. I open my own mouth to speak again when Mias voice stops me.

“Oh my god. Stop hitting on Vada Y/N. And is that my weed?” She stalks over, dressed in only a towel and pushes me towards her door. “Give me my weed.” Her hand opens towards me palm flat as I stand at her door occasionally glancing over at Vada who remains red and frozen.

“Love you Mia.” I turn on my heel ignoring Mias curses as she slams her door closed. Holding the weed in one hand I head back to the living room and grab the rolling papers stashed in our cupboard.

…..

“Give it back. I swear to god Y/N. Or at least give us a hit.” Mia groans now fully dressed and standing over me as I tilt my head up at her batting my eyelashes innocently.

“You may have a hit.” I hold out the joint to her and she scoffs snatching it from my hands and placing it in her mouth. “Your infuriating.”

Mia inhales and gestures over to Vada who joins me on the couch, a safe distance between us causing me to feel slightly upset. “Here.” Mia hands the joint to Vada who inhales with a slight cough. “Right now I’m going to piss. Save me another puff.” Mia glares at me before heading back up the stairs.

“Here.” Vada passes me the joint blushing as our hands ghost over one another.

“Thanks.” I grin at her and inhale letting the high wash over me like a wave.

Vada remains silent for a moment and I can almost hear the gears in her head churning as she thinks of what to say next. Her eyes drift over to my face as she turns her body so it’s angled slightly further my way.

“You are hot by the way. Like just in case you didn’t understand what I meant earlier. Like your hot to everyone. Not just me. Not that I find you like hot in the ‘I like you’ way but like-“

My head turns to face Vada as she rambles her eyes finding a way to look at every other surface in the room but mine. I grin slightly before sighing. “Fuck it.”

With swift movements I cup Vadas face moving my lips to meet hers cutting off her ramble. Her eyes widen for a second before her lips begin to move against mine. A second passes before I pull back reality hitting me. “Oh shit. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that. I kinda just thought about doing it and it happened.” It’s my turn to ramble as Vada watches me with red cheeks.

Her hands find my my face, abruptly cutting off my rambling as she pulls me back to her lips. “I didn’t mind.” She smiles pulling back after another second.

I laugh relief flooding over my body as I lean my head against her shoulder. “Let me take you out? Like on a date yeah? So I can show you it’s not just the weed making me feel like this.” I look up at her to see her cheeks flushed as she nods.

“Red looks good on you.” I chuckle gently caressing her face.

She simply groans in embarrassment.

“Shut up asshole.”

I bite back a smile and place another kiss on her lips.

“So this Tuesday. Me and you. On a date.” I whisper.

“Sounds like a plan.”

#wlw post #lesbian #jenna ortega #fluff #vada cavell #vada cavell x reader #vada cavell x female reader #maddie ziegler #mia reed #jenna ortega x reader

[newtthetranswriter]

Could I get uhhh a motherfuckin uhhhh Choso x reader?? Maybe she’s one of Yuji’s friends that he introduces him to 👀 or maybe she even packs him up in a fight 👀 idk anything is better than this 😭

Paring: Choso x reader kinda

Word count:2180

Summary: Yuji introduces you to Choso and they explain how they are brothers, also teaching Choso how to use a phone cause he’s like 150 years old and probably worse with technology then captain america.

Warnings: some manga spoilers regarding Yuji and Choso obviously, shit writing, that’s about it.

A/n: The Shibuya incident did happen but ended better. It’s not as long as I wanted but I slept for nearly 20 hrs yesterday and totally forgot where I was going to take it and figured this is better than nothing. If you like it and want more, I could maybe do a part two. Let me know how you like it. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

I’m going to meet up with Yuji at a coffee shop because he insisted he had someone he wanted me to meet. I don’t know why he didn’t just bring this someone to jujutsu tech, but whatever. I’ve been really close with Yuji since he joined Jujutsu tech, it never really bothered me that he was the vessel of Sukana. Yuji was just really easy to get along with so whoever he wants me to meet can’t be that bad. 

When I finally reached the predetermined coffee shop I spotted Yuji sitting with a guy wearing white and purple. His hair was up in what looked like two pony tails, although it still stuck up in every direction. I couldn’t see his face because his back was to me, but I could tell by the way he was sitting he was average height and rather lean.

I was snapped out of my thoughts looking at the stranger by Yuji jumping up and calling out to me. “Y/n, over here. I already got you a F/d.” I smiled and made my way over sitting down next to my friend with two toned hair.

“Thank you Yuji. Now introduce me to your friend here.” I said finally looking at the face of the stranger. He had dark purple eyes that were focused on something outside the window, they were truly beautiful. But the most striking thing about his handsome appearance was the mark stretching across the bridge of his nose. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

Yuji set his own coffee down before introducing the handsome man across from me. “Y/n this is Choso, Choso this Y/n. He is technically my half brother.” Yuji said as if he hadn’t dropped a bomb on me. I was really confused, since when did Yuji have a brother, I thought he was an only child.

I finally looked away from the man sitting across from me, to give Yuji a bewildered look. “What do you mean he’s ‘technically’ your half brother. In the half a year I have known you, you have never said anything about having a half brother.” I was really trying to wrap my head around this. Yuji Itadori had a half brother who just so happened to be extremely attractive.

“Well, I only just found out he’s my brother recently. But hey it’s good news, I have more family.” Yuji said happy that he still has family out there. I was still confused as I slowly took a sip of the drink Yuji had bought for me.

It was silent for a moment before a new voice spoke up. “He’s right, I had no idea he was my little brother until I almost killed him during the Shibuya incident. I felt a connection exactly like the one I felt when he killed my brothers a few months prior. That’s the only thing that saved him.” Ok, now I'm even more confused. This guy tried to kill Yuji because Yuji killed his brothers, but ultimately didn’t because he felt a connection to him before he could actually do it.

Sensing my confusion Yuji started to stand up saying “We should have just done this at Jujutsu Tech, It’s hard to explain and I don’t want someone thinking we’re crazy.” Me and Choso nodded in agreement before we stood up and left the coffee shop.

“If you knew this was going to be confusing, why did you want to do it at a coffee shop full of non-sorcerers?” I asked as we walked back to the school in almost complete science.

Yuji just shrugged. I guess he probably wasn’t thinking about that at the time, he did ask me relatively early in the morning so he was probably just thinking of getting some good caffeine instead of the fact that this conversation was going to be weird and hard to process.

After about thirty minutes of walking we made it to the school. “Let’s go sit by the training field, no-one's going to be over there right now.” I suggested leading the way there.

When we arrived at the field I sat down in the grass watching as the two boys sat across from me, before Yuji started an attempt at explaining everything to me. “So back in September me, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki were sent to investigate a curse that was taking people from this bridge in a small town. When we got there Fushiguro figured out the curse spirit was under the bridge, and had one of Sukana’s fingers. We had gone down to fight the curse in hopes of getting the finger but in the middle of the fight, what we assumed were just two more cursed spirits showed up and knocked me and Kugisaki out of the first curse’s domain. We then proceeded to fight the two with everything we had. After a lot of struggling we finally beat them. I didn’t know who they were at the time, I didn’t know they were Curse hybrids, they were just curses trying to hurt us and take Sukana’s finger.” He explained what happened at least with these two curse hybrids whatever that means. But I have no clue what that has to do with any of this.

I could see Choso looking almost angry as Yuji talked about what happened at the bridge. “Choso are you okay? Do you need anything?” I asked hoping there was something I could do to help.

“No, I’m fine. What my brother failed to mention was that those two hybrids were my brothers. I too am a curse hybrid made by Noritoshi Kamo, who experimented on my mother creating me and my brothers. I felt it when Yuji killed my little brothers and was furious. I decided to get revenge during the attack on Shibuya. I was close to killing him when I felt the same thing I had when my brothers had died. At that moment I knew Yuji was my half brother and decided I would fight alongside him to stop Noritoshi Kamo, who became the Cursed spirit Kenjaku.” Choso explained what happened during the attack on Shibuya. 

I looked at the curse hybrid, still not understanding how that makes them brothers. Okay Choso felt a connection but how does that prove anything.  “Okay so, other than this Kenjaku thing being your dad? How does it make Yuji your brother?” I asked, trying to get more information.

Choso rolled his eyes but still proceeded to tell me the rest. “Kenjaku has stayed alive for over a century by possessing different human corpses. It seems that at some point he had possessed the corpse of Yuji’s human mother, before having my little brother. Does that make sense?”

I nodded slowly grasping what was being said. So my best friend was the product of a curse possessing a corpse and having a kid, that’s honestly not the weirdest thing I’ve heard being a Jujutsu sorcerer. “That kind of makes sense but the two things I still don’t get, one if Kenjaku has been around for over a century, how old are you Choso? And why did Yuji want us to meet?” I said the last bit looking towards the young sorcerer.

“I’m over 150 years old, though for most of that I was a cursed object. Recently the curse Mahito gave me and my two brothers bodies, hoping we would help in Kenjaku’s plan.” Choso said, answering the question about his age. I suppose that makes sense, so I turned back to Yuji waiting for him to answer the question I had asked him.

He just blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I thought you guys would get along. I forgot that I would have to explain everything, and just wanted Choso to make some friends.” He leaned closer to me covering the side of his face before adding “He doesn't like to talk a lot. This is the most I've heard him talk to anyone other than me.”

I chuckled as Choso rolled his eyes at his younger brother. “I can hear you ya know.” 

“It’s fine, I think it’s sweet that he’s trying to help you out. Anyway is there anything else I’m needed for, as Yuji, you interrupted my beauty sleep for this. While I truly enjoyed meeting you Choso and hearing your story I would like to get some more sleep.” I asked as I stood from the grass wiping off my pants.

Yuji looked up at me before responding. “You’re good to go, thanks for waking up early for this. Sorry for being dumb.” I smiled down at him before turning to Choso.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I enjoyed talking with you, maybe next time we can go for a coffee without pinky over here.” I said, jabbing a finger in Yuji’s direction, laughing at the confused ‘huh’ that left his mouth at the comment.

I watched as Choso blushed slightly trying to cover it by turning his face away from me. “Yeah, it was nice meeting you too, Y/n. And I would like that.” 

Leaving with one final wave I couldn’t help but hope that my next meeting with the purple eyed sorcerer would happen sooner than later.

I woke up later that day from my nap and checked my phone. The first thing I saw was a text message from an unknown number.

From Unknown number: Hey, it's choso. My little brother forced me to get this thing and then gave me your number. I don’t know what i'm doing but apparently it’s like writing a letter but you get it right away. Anyway againthis is choso.

I laughed reading the message. Of course Yuji got him a phone and he doesn't understand how to use it. I quickly added his number to my phone before responding.

To Choso: Hi Choso, it was nice of Yuji to get you a phone. I’m guessing he didn’t explain it very well. If you want we can meet up later and I can help you figure it out.

After about five minutes I received a response.

From Choso: Please, I have no clue what I’m doing.

I smiled, glad that he accepted my offer and was also excited to talk to him without Yuji. I quickly sent a text asking him to meet me at the training field where we spoke earlier, before getting up to put on something other than the pajamas I had on for my nap.

I got to the field about fifteen minutes later and saw Choso sitting in the middle fiddling with something, probably his new phone. I walked up to him and sat down. “Hey, what all do you need help with?” I asked.

He jumped slightly not expecting me to be there, having been too focused on the electronic in his hands. “Oh, hi. Um, everything. I don’t get it, my little brother just gave me this, showed me how to type, and told me to text your number which he put in the phone. He didn’t explain anything about it other than that really.” He said with a slight blush, it was obvious he was embarrassed by his lack of knowledge when it came to technology.

I reached out my hand motioning for him to hand me the phone. When he finally placed it in my hand I leaned over and started showing him how to use it. I went over how to make phone calls, and add contacts. I also showed him how to work the camera and how to use google.

After about an hour of answering his questions about how to use the phone and make it work, we ended up just talking and getting to know each other. For one I learned that during his time as a cursed object he was self aware and able to master his cursed technique to a level beyond that of his distant relative who also wields Blood Manipulation.  And I told him about growing up as the odd one who didn’t fit in because I could see cursed spirits while no one else around me could.

It was getting late and I decided it was probably time to call it a night. “Well it’s late, I should be getting to bed. I had fun talking with you. Maybe we can do it again sometime?” I said with a smile as I stood up from the grass.

He just looked up and nodded at me, before he started to get up as well. “Have a goodnight Y/n” he said before turning and walking away.

“Goodnight Choso, and don’t forget if you need help with anything feel free to ask me.” I called after him, heading back to my dorm. I couldn’t help but smile looking back on the events of the day. I really did enjoy hanging out with Choso, and I hope we can do it again soon. It sounds cheesy but I feel like we really have a connection.

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #choso x reader #jjk choso

[randomperson0k]

the evil thoughts got me fucked up and shit

OH forgot to mention: top 2 images are the final 'redesign', 2 images below are concept sketches i made for the 'redesigns'

tgs jekyll and hyde but they got evaporated by my evil headcanon beam and stitched back together by somebody who has no experience with using a needle and thread to the point where theyre more just like a seperate character

im sorry for my sins

PLEASE HEAR ME OUT BEFORE BITING A CHUNK OUT OF MY ARM. if anybody wants to read about my evil headcanon world all the stuff is below. wasnt really exaggerating when i said i ripped their character apart and stitched them back together though.

i do have a google doc full of everything i headcanon for tgs but some of that is embarrassing as hell so im just slapping the important stuff here

most of these 'headcanons' are here more because they make me happy than to actually make any sense. as a warning.

smokes fat blunt puffs it in your face anyways uh trans henry jekyll yeah (gets shot) ty person from the j&h community i was messaging that dragged me to the dark side and introduced me to the world of embracing my j&h trans headcanons. a true angel.

i really like more book inspired takes on j&h than the musical ones soo uhh.. yeah theyre the same person fully no j&h arguing thing. im soooorrrrryyy its just my preference for adaptations and i find it a lot more fun to play with story wise. also some other reasons but i wont get into those

polyamorous and bisexual (bi because... obvious reasons. poly because of that one couple they meet up with in the comic every now and then. my favourite ... ship (i think thats the right term?) in the comic. i love them.)

gas mask because it looks cool + chemical shenanigans ("oh but those didnt exist" shh. shhhhh.")

speaking of chemicals! they are much more into science. mostly does science-y stuff when theyre hyde though. they like to break into lodgers rooms and contribute to experiments.

facial hair. thats it. no further reasoning will be given

tried making jekyll in the concept redesign of him look older. failed SO bad im sorry i know its horrible.

hyde has pointy ears + pointer teeth (and green tongue because potion goop) + slit pupils because i am incapable of designing a human hyde. i have no idea why but i just cant.

earrings because 1: i have a bad habit of giving designs earrings and 2: i remember seeing a few headcanons of j&h with earrings and they were so tasty to look at so i had to do my own

bandage scarf thing from the beta tgs hyde design + newer tgs design that only shows up in the mind... world.... thing.

added the uhhh goggles from the old design too.

red and green hat because i couldnt decide if i wanted hyde to have the red hat from the old design of tgs hyde or the green hat from the current design. ripped it in half and chose both. great decision making i know

chunks of brown hair in hydes because why not. also red ring around one eye as like a weird variant of half heterchomia.

hyde has weird patches of green colored skin idk it just looked cool when i was fiddling with colors so i kept it

hyde has red scales in certain spots of the design. no further explanation

gave hyde black gloves to contrast jekylls white gloves + cmon. hyde probably touches the most gross revolting shit with the places they go to. they deserve some gloves.

changed their body type a litttttle bit just a smudge

i was going to give jekyll a cravat around the neck (a really bad designing habit of mine is to give characters cravats. not my fault they look so cool) both as a fancy thing + to hide lack of a adams apple buuttt the design felt way too clumped so im scrapping that. ignore the cravat in the drawing. grrr bARKBAKRABK

actually does sparkle visually/not just as a non-existent visual effect and people can actually see it. lanyon always swats them away because the sparkles get in his face.

hyde is more shorter than shown in the comic, more like book hydes height. like a foot or more shorter than jekyll. jekyll stays around the same height though. hydes probably the shortest one in the society.

permanent eyebags. does not sleep but cmon we all already knew that

hyde has a strong scottish accent instead of the other accent he fakes in the comic that i always forget the name of

has a cane like the og book. its a sword cane.... yeah i have a addiction, im sorry. (like half my own personal characters have sword canes)

i suck so bad at drawing shoes so hydes shoes look like ass but theyre supposed to be big boots since this guy probably walks through yucky mucky areas and stuff

i would totally write some oneshots or something like that of these guys going on adventures doing experiments and stuff yknow . (stuff like lodgers content and interactions, lanyon and hyde interactions because i enjoy secret identity and person said secret identity personal knows outside of their secret identity interactions, that one couple i talked about before interactions with jekyll/hyde and just in general random oneshots that make no sense) if i actually had any literacy skill

anyways im done my ramble. now you guys can shoot me

#the glass scientists #but like #i ruined it #sorry guys i sneezed on tgs j&h theyre trans and neurodivergent now #embracing my cringe #tgs hyde #tgs jekyll #but extremely torn apart #not literally torn apart i mean figuaritytuibjvbvkvj #posting this knowing its gonna get me on atleast 7 different peoples hitlists #ok im gonna go snore mimimi now #my tgs headcanon world

[fuck-customers]

JoJo’s Bizarre Fabric store employee here- here’s why I can’t stand (most) white folk who come through.

*walks up to counter* hey there :)) Me and my wife are running a lil thrift flip business so we need this fabric to cover a chair cushion :)))

me: Oh nice that sounds cool.. So how much fabric do you need?

Uhhhhh…well like.. the chair is like this big *holds out both hands to show me the size*

Me: Uh ok…2 feet?

Uhhh shit well I don’t know.. 2 feet sounds small but I don’t want to pay overboard for extra either… hold on *reaches for phone and then shows me a picture of the chair* How much do you think I need?

Me: you didn’t measure it ?

We were in a rush and forgot, But no yeah it’s like about this big *shows me with his hands again*

His wife: Also, do you know how we can attach the fabric to the cushion? We’re confused about that part y’know? Like do we just glue the sides?

SERIOUSLY MAN??? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? So you’re “Running a business” and you can’t even think to measure out your project? Even the fifth graders who come in here to make hair bows know better than that? But what really grinds my gears is then you wanna waste so much of my time & create a line. I shouldn’t have to figure this type of bullshit out for you I’m not an employee of your ‘lil business’

The part where their projects are ALWAYS a lazy thrift flip is so annoying to me too now? It’s not like you had so many steps to this project that it’s easy to forget measuring it. And what the fuck makes them think I’m a carpenter or some shit?

P.S they are always about 35ish in age- not teenagers. Perhaps a teenager or literal child could get away with that behavior but an adult? Hell no. The white old ladies are chill as fuck but this new wave of white thrift flippers can go flip themselves off a fucking cliff.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[crushthecore]

MINOR BTW

Hey so I impulsively decided to make this blog for the purpose of making friends and uhh idk where to start do I just put my interests out there and people pop out of nowhere,^^`π¢√|ππ`°€°€ Anyways soo at the time it's 2am, so bare with me, sorry if some things are grammatically wrong or/and don't make sense, I know all of this has a bunch of errors. Kinda rushed through this all..:D 

Uhh

Here's an interest board🙏 this contains like the music I like, movies, and stuff,,,tbh I have some shit in here that I haven't watched cuz of my lazy ass but I really want to, does it count😞 i am interested in it

If I'm being honest some of these aren't really my current interests, or I'm just rusty in my knowledge abt em, but I haven't been interested in some things for awhile so it would be boring if I had only a few things in there soo (I barely do anything with my life but sleep. I don't even watch shows anymore, ikik boring I'm trying to convince my mom to buy me the CSM manga at the moment though. I'll have something to yap abt, maybe.🙏🙏) 

EDIT: looking back at this I forgot to include some other stuff that I'm also interested in but I forgot abt it at the time of making this... anywho I'll make an updated interest post or something if I'm motivated enough 2 do it

!! Some extra stuff that may be useful to know, to you knowww know what you're getting into. 🤔:3

Ahem ahem, I have social anxiety which means I most likely won't text you first unless I really really force myself too or/and I really like you and think you are very cool. So if u wanna be friends with me, using the anon question option thingy would be a nice first step. :D

I get attached extremely fast uhhh🤔🤔yea, oh and I'm extremely clingy so if someone texting you every 30 minutes (or minute, jkjk) sounds like a no go, than I'm not a good fit to be your friend.^_^  BUT. I also have my times where I feel like talking to no one so uhhhsidnjddj. I have no life so that's what probably contributes to me being attached to someone, maybe, probably...😇 (dumbass)

MY TIME ZONE: PDT (Pacific Daylight Time)

BEWAREE⚠️I sometimes joke around meanly so let me know if that ain't your thing, also I SOMETIMES get a little tooooo sentimental so I should probably stop playing around like that but I'll let you know if you passed a limit. Also I don't think I joke around very mean, but just to be safe. Please don't let this be a turn off. 🙏 Some examples of the jokes I may make are like "kys" and uhm yea. My minds kinda blank right now I'm getting a little tired, but my jokes consist of suicide, bombing places I don't like(school) and some other ones.So idk if it's heavilyyy offensive humor but some people don't take a liking to it so I thgouht it would be imporant to add

I feel like writing down a whole DNI list is gonna be uhh time consuming, will it take a long timr??? Some that I can name on the top of my head rn are proshippers, homophobes, and transphobes. But anyways I'll just block you if you're weird weird (in a bad way) so like age regrresors, (SFW) furries, witches, emos, oher co ol people i hsve forggteten, PLEAESRETEGD let me be ur friend 😞

I'm 14 btw,, the age range I'm aiming to become friends with is 13-16

Idk if I'd be down to be friends with people younger than 13 or older than 16, we'll see. 🤷🤷 But 13-16 people PLEASEEe INTERACT.

I'm not even kidding I'm so desperate for social interaction blehdhdhhd, I hate being an introverted socially anxious loser🤬🤬/hj :3 but please guys🙏🙏 I will worship the ground you walk on I need some friends

ONE. LASTM THING. When I talk to someone new I usually talk, uhh, formally??? Kind of, I get anxious talking to others so I'm so sorry if I seem uptight💔 I swear I'll warm up after some time, the more consistent the interactions, the faster I get used to you and warm up^^

I feel like I'm forgetting to write something else uhh, I'll update if anything important comes to my mind later, maybe (sorry for the messy formatting btw I lost all my progress when I was trying to make it pretty so I just gave up)

Well this is going to be embarrassing if this doesn't have any results errmmfjfjfjjffi I had been contemplating on doing this for awhile, praying to God at least one person reaches out 🙏🙏

 I don't even believe in that mf ☹️ 

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#tim wright #rory in early 20s #marble hornets #breakcore #bungou stray dogs #alternative #emh #emh habit #emh evan #ranfren #creepypasta #slenderverse #2000s emo #2000s movies #morel orel #lemon demon #vocaloid #hatsune miku #vocaloid gumi #hannibal #tally hall #sobnignrollingaroundonthefloor #machine girl #saw franchise #scream franchise #billy and stu #im kind of a loser beware‼️

[elyuzts-echo]

So uhhh COD tk head cannons cus COD tickles like almost do not exist makes me very sad

COD Tickle Headcanons pt.1

HOLY SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THIS FOR SO LONG SORRIIIIII

The characters mentioned here:

Ghost

Soap

Roach

Price

Gaz

Alejandro

ANYWAYS HCS UNDER THE CUT!!

Ghost

In summary, I declare him as a ler-leaning switch!

He knows about tickles, and he wants nothing to do with it.

Joining 141 helped him gain a slight understanding of friendly and playful affection from his teammates, so if Ghost has any questions about tickles… He'll ask his teammates if he's confident.

I'd say he has a switch sorta thing going on. At some point, he'll be ticklish, and sometimes he'll not.

He probably has a ticklish tummy… Maybe ticklish calves… Hfhhf...

Ghost is probably a blusher, being quiet, but his other teammates can clearly see that he's blushing and MAYBE enjoying it? Hmmm..

He usually gets tickled by Soap, maybe Price or Gaz every once in a while... But obviously, he gets them back, cause karma /j

He's not the one to tease verbally, but mostly physically. To elaborate, he would pause his tickles, waiting for the lee to think it's over, but then he goes BACK into it.

Every once in a while Ghost would chuckle along with the lee, just quietly.

"Pfft, weak. You're ticklish."

"I wonder how the others will be like if they found out about this little weakness."

Soap

Being the little guy I am, I can consider this guy as a lee-leaning switch!

Soap is pretty much an arse about tickles, and would try to tickle anyone he could (at appropriate times obviously)

Being the guy that always tickles Ghost, let's say that 141 had learned a lot about this Scottish guy.

For example, he is VERY ticklish behind his ears and on his nape (back of the neck)...

And MAYBEEE his sides... Hfhfhg he has squishy sides and I just wanna squeeze em

He's the sort of guy to squeal and squirm around right before someone tickles him. Anticipation gets to him badly /pos.

If Ghost were to SIMPLY put his hand down next to Soap's side, Soap's thoughts would go straight to tickles and just blow up inside as he slowly shifts.

But about his little ler side, he's really teasy. Making those damn remarks..

"Aww, let's see that smile a lil' more."

"Can't handle more eh? You can handle a bit mor'a tickling."

Roach (I CANT FIND ANY GIFS OF THIS GUY ONG)

Lee. He's a lee and I'm not fighting anyone about it. Maybe even a BRATTY LEE?? /pos

Ok ok, he has his regulations. He's not the full-on twink lee guy, but he definitely has his times where he would probably crave physical affection every once in a while.

And with that, Ghost could only comfort the man with such.

In my opinion, Roach isn't ticklish in common places... Usually, his weak spots are his forearms, palms, calves, and maybe his ankles. Though he's slightly more ticklish on his ribs or armpits.

If he's in a lee mood, there will only be 2 options and only 2.

Option 1: He'll be confident and ask Ghost privately for some light tickles.

Option 2: He'll be annoying yet respectful as much as he can be. Clinging onto his bud until Ghost realizes.

And when he does get tickled? Ha, it's adorable.

Quiet squeals, and yet he doesn't squirm. Surprisingly, he stays really still.

"You can't find my spots, nuh uh."

"If you're going to attempt for it, I'll tell on you." /j

Price

Haha papa bear. (He's a ler and he ain't afraid.)

NO SERIOUSLY IF HE EVER GETS THE CHANCE TO TICKLE YOU RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!

He knows all your right spots,, oh shit.

However, he's not a bad person, so he'll not exploit it too much. Only in... Necessary situations.

Example? OH! Like when you're sad, or when you miss home... Or when you need a little boost in life! Price is there to help ya with some tickles!

And sometimes, if he's really close to you/willing... He'll let you tickle him for a little bit. (Though run after your part cause he WILL GET YOU! >:D)

Usually a bit ticklish on his armpits and tummy. Just poking those spots could let out a fatherly warm chuckle outta him.

Now the best part, teases.

"C'mon now plum, you can't be sad all day y'know?"

"Let me know when I hit a good one! How about here...? *proceeds to tickle you in your worst spot /pos*"

Gaz

He's a crackhead, little switch.

Gaz loves being tickled as much as he loves tickling others. Though, this guy only tickles the people he's close with. (141, and sometimes family members /p)

VERY PLAYFUL AND TEASY I WILL TELL YOU THAT!

Both Soap and him work together to bring the magic of tickles throughout 141! But obviously, they get their asses tickled after a while since it's fair.

He's the sorta guy to tell you all his tickle spots, then forget about it, and then when you tickle him, he goes insane and demands to know how you found his worst spots!

Pretty ticklish on his calves. And also his ribs and neck,, AND EVEN HIS CHEEKS HHFHF!!

He has the prettiest smile, and Price just wants to see his bud smiling all the time, so tickles it is.

"GAHAHA!! COME ON NOW--! HOW COME YOU KNEHEHW?!"

"I sw- I swear if you tell anyone about my spots I'll get back at ya."

"Aww~ Cat got your tounge?"

Alejandro

Bro is afraid of being a lee. /j (He's actually a lee-leaning switch shh..)

A guy like him?? TICKLISH??? PFFTT..

Ticklish. He's so damn ticklish.

Sides, hips, stomach, armpits, ribs... This guy was molded in ticklish heaven.

But he WILL threaten you (/lh) if you tell anyone about his lil secret. But sometimes he'll let it slide... Or that is what you think.

Sometimes you'll thing he forgot about the incident, but oh no... He comes back alright.

He has a bad start at first, but once he's confident he'll really dig into your weakness as much as you did with his.

Obviously in a friendly way, but he takes it as a serious way to simply frighten his lee cause he apperently finds that funny.

THE GOD OF NIBBLES AND RASPBERRIES OH MY--

"Ah there you go. Not so fun when it's you being tickled, hm?"

"You're laughing too much, you might wake up the others, amigo!"

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IM SO SORRY I GOT TO IT ONLY NOW!! I ONLY SAW IT JUST NOW AND LIKE OMGGG IM SO SORRYYYYY!! :<<

#tickle #sfw tickles #sfw tickle community #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod tickle #cod tickles #tickle hcs #tickle headcanons #deaky's lil writings #deaky's inbox has been awaken!

[eldrbraus]

TWISTED WONDERLAND BOOK 7 CHAPTER 2 SPOILERS. (summary, kinda. dont trust me a lot on literal translations its more of a general summary and i could be wrong with some things. also its kind of live reaction so. yeah. this shit is long btw. too much lore.)

no spoilers in tags, but beware that i will be spoiling the whole chapter for people who cant wait for the full translation/people who cant read it

we begin.

>lilia is asking malleus to use the dorm for a “im going away lol” party that apparently the whole dorm is organizing??? damn lilia way to make malleus sad lmao

>MALLEUS IS INVITED!!!!!!! HES INVITED HE GOT AN INVITATION AND EVERYTHING!!! SOBS. he even accepts it this is a glorious day for dragonchan

>uhhh something i dont fully understand but goes along the lines of malleus.. had gao gao kun.. FOR 17 YEARS??? AND WHEN SOMETHING HAPPENED TO THE TOY HE WOULD GO TO LILIAS HOUSE FOR HIM TO HELP HIM??? omg thats so fucking cute help

>basically more talk about how time goes away way too fast for malleus

>lilia comments how the more time you spend with someone the harder it is to say goodbye (bestie arent you going away like too easily then? sus.)

>lilia left and OOP. MORE MALLEUS BLOT. NOT GOOD. malmal is very confused??

>lilia goodbye party already??? wtf thats fast

>so apparently every single character is going to be here (almost...)

>hmh where the fuck is malleus? lol what

>trey says something along the lines of lilia having a hmmmmmm unique??? way of cooking LMAO. lilia thanks trey for his cooking advice (YOU DIDNT LISTEN EVEN ONCE WHAT THE FUCK LILIAAA)

>cater....... hes so sad about lilia leaving the music club :((( he thanks lilia for being friends and they take a pic together waaaaa ;;

>lmao leona appeared and lilia is teasing him so much bcs leona is glad to not see lilia again

>LEONA WANTS TO LEAVE BUT RUGGIE SAID “NO??? THIS IS FREE FOOD??? R U DUMB” HELP

>octavinelle time! lilia basically gives all of them advice (azul dont be too greedy or it will kill you wwwww)

>floyd says something like “why are you leaving actually” and lilia says something along the lines of “i dont want you to see the ?? me?” the what you i didnt understand that part what are you hiding little bitch

>KALIM BASICALLY SAID THAT IF LILIA GOES TO HIS COUNTRY HE WOULD HAVE VIP TREATMENT FROM HIS FAMILY HELLO? and jamil comments how kalim wanted to gift him an instrument but they needed a TRUCK TO MOVE IT???? tf were you giving him, an organ?

>now to pomefiore, vil comments how malleus restored his beauty at the end of book 6 and wonders if they can do a magic transfer (?) of the same type to lilia and he says nah

>BECAUSE HES JUST OLD

>pomefiore is like ? arent you the same age as us

>LORE BOMBSHELL, LILIA SAYS HES ALMOST 700 YEARS OLD??????? (way less than i expected?? lol)

>LMAO THEYRE SO SURPRISED. rook asked if malleus is as old as lilia and lilia said that malleus is younger??? or that hes as old as them??? i didnt get that very well but something along the lines of malleus being way younger than lilia basically

>lilias family members are supposed to reach 1000 years old but apparently lilia was to eager? well not that, like he fucked up by playing too many games and that somehow made him old very fast? what (i think this might be a misstranslation help because it doesnt make a lot of sense. but something along the lines of lilia being 700 or so and his family being much older usually but him not reaching that age)

>cant remember exactly where it was but lilia also coments about how the dragons usually live much longer and that 1000 years for them is like peak maturity, when they become adults

>IDIA IS CRYING BECAUSE HIS GAMER FRIEND IS RETIRING FROM GAMING BUT HE WONT FUCKING CONNECT THE DOTS AND REALIZE ITS LILIA LMAO

>HE FORGOT TO ASK HIM HIS CONTACTS HELPPPPP

>also apparently him and lilia were their own best and first friends in online games?

>oh malleus and silver time! theyre in the main road to the main building 

>malleus is throwing a mild tantrum (?) and he made snow??? apparently

>silver fucking crying because he wasnt able to do anything for his dad bruh malleus feels the same

>more malleus blot?? what the fuck thats fast

>UH OH MALLEUS HAS AN IDEA. that cant be good.

>back to the party, first years time

>basically all thank lilia for everything

>i think ortho knows about lilia and idia being gamer friends but wont tell them??? he just said that idia didnt want to come and hands lilia a list of everything idia is playing (and lilia is surpised because most of the games are the same BUT HE WONT REALIZE) so maybe they can play a match before he retires i guess???? theyre so close to finding out but they wont fucking do it im going insane

>idia didnt come to the aprty btw he is the only character that is not there because he was mourning his friend quitting the game lmao

>lilia thanks yuu once again for being friends with malleus?

>HUH? A DREAM???? BUT YUU IS NOT ASLEEP TF

>yuu asks lilia if they can do anything for him and lilia asks the first years to be friends with sebek because poor croc hasnt made a single friend rip

>lilia apologized for sebeks behaviour bcs ace i believe said that he was so rude and said to sebek to behave but sebek.... refuses? lol

>LILIA IS GOING ALREADY AND MALLEUS AND SILVER ARE NOT BACK YET STOP.

>apparently lilias card for nrc arrived 500 years ago but he didnt care back then? so when malleus received his much later he went along with him (and he thanks crowley for letting him enter the school 500 years later lol)

>LILIA IS GOING

>MALLEUS AND SILVER ARRIVED ON TIME!

>malleus is really happy everyone is there

>??? the party said that no gift was needed but malleus is brining lilia a gift anyways, a “blessing”. uhhhh. 

>m. malleus is like way too happy about this. hes saying something along the lines of “today we dont celebrate an end but a beginning” uh. not good.

>this bitch is way too happy tf

>BASICALLY MALLEUS PLAN IS THE MUGEN TSUKUYOMI HELP?

>ORTHO IMMEDIATELY DETECTED BLOT RISING

>crowley is fucking alarmed and he lets everyone use their magic 

>malleus regular battle HE HAS 300K HP AND REGENS 60K EVERY SINGLE TURN??????? BASICALLY AN IMPOSSIBLE BATTLE LIKE THE FIRST BATTLE IN THE GAME AGAINST THE CHIMERA

>you will lose this battle

>lilia tried to make magic to stop him but says something like “this body cant even do magic like that anymore?!” tf you mean “this body” do you have other bodies like dottore or what

>everyone is scared shitless HUH

>lilia is now insulting malleus calling him a dumbass or smth and saying that he doesnt know what hes doing and malleus screams that hes doing this to not lose him HELP

>sebek and silver are trying to calm things down, it obviously doesnt work

>malleus says something about grabbing his hand??? scary

>he gave his blessing! its a long ass spell btw. i think his “blessing” is his unique magic

>DAMN THAT LILIA SCREAM

>MALLEUS FUCKING OVERBLOTS. ALREADY???

>THE WHOLE SCHOOL WAS COVERED IN THORNS AND EVERYONE FALLS ASLEEP???

>malleus saying something about 1000 years will pass very quick wtf

>”you will become the heroes of the story”? malmal says something like that

>AND NOW

>AND FUCKING NOW

>WE RETURN TO THE TWISTED WONDERLAND LOGO. THE ONE FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME. WHILE MALLEUS HUMMS ONCE UPON A DREAM.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.

THE TIME LOOP THEORY? HUH?

#twisted wonderland #twst book 7 spoilers #HELP. #i fucked up and wrote book 8 LMAO my bad