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back at the base. | deidara

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contains : fem!reader, hookup/fwb almost? except not rlly friends jus. fuck buddies???, hidan cusses a lot, fingering fem!receiving, ig technically oral fem!receiving cuz of his weird hand thing, vaginal sex, umm high stakes ig? maybe a death threat

thinking abt deidara who takes you back and fucks you in the akatsuki base.

deidara first laid eyes on you on a mission with hidan --kakuzu and sasori were off on their own separate ones-- in a restaurant they had stopped in. you strode up to their table, small notebook and pen in hand and an easy smile upon your lips. your eyes met, and you offered deidara a smile through those long lashes and something deep in his stomach fluttered.

he caught you looking at their table more than once, biting your lip or toying with your lips with a finger in thought. every time it happened, deidara grinned.

you walked by and asked them if they needed anything many more times than you needed to.

at first, deidara thought you mightve been looking at them and passing by them in fear, or suspicion. they often did little to hide their cloaks and identities.

but as you stopped and refilled his cup with water, fingers brushing against his on the ceramic, your eyes told a different story.

hidan eyed him in silence as you left. "looks like that bitch has a thing for you," he snorted. "you're one fucking lucky guy, y'know that, shithead? she's hot."

deidara rolled his eyes. "whatever, yeah."

whatever my ass, he thought as you slipped him a note with the check, the yellow piece of sticky paper staring him dead in the face, like a traffic sign. hidan peered over his shoulder, grey hairs tickling his neck. deidara shuddered and yanked himself away. "dude! back up, yeah. weirdo.." he grumbled, looking away with a scowl.

"whatcha got there, shithead?" hidan laughed, eyes dropping down to the paper before deidara could stuff it in his pocket, or maybe even crumple it up. in truth, he hadn't read it yet himself. "i fucking knew it! i'm always fucking right. jashin may be favoring you today, but he sure as hell won't tomorrow!"

deidara ignored him and read the paper, heart pounding in his ears.

you look like you know how to give a girl a good time. i want to know if it's true. you can meet me out back at seven, if you want.

and at seven, he arrived. at eight, after the most enthralling makeout session of his life, he took you back to the base.

deidara shushed you with his hand on your mouth, the other firm on your ass as he led you through the dark.

"deidara, where are we-" you began, muffled, only to interrupt yourself with a yelp as the mouth on his hand began to move.

you had been surprised at first when his strange hand predicament had been revealed, but if anything, it was a secret, surprising turn on. the more mouths the better, i guess?

"shut up, yeah. you wanna get us caught, huh?" he hissed, hot breath on your ear as his other mouth parted your lips with it's tongue. you whined and shook your head, and he couldn't help but smirk as he took you through the entrance of the base.

you were practically blind in the dark as he opened his door and flung you into his room, where you went stumbling into furniture you couldn't see. you hissed, and tried to steady yourself as deidara closed the door and latched back onto you like before, now freed from his heavy robe.

he held your hips with a vice grip as he pressed his mouth desperately against yours, entangling his tongue within your mouth and groaning. he slipped a hand below your work uniform and his tongue slid around your thigh, leaving a cold trail of saliva across your skin.

"can't believe you really decided to fuck an akatsuki member," he gasped into your lips, pressing you against the edge of his bed until you fell onto the mattress with a yelp. "stupid, yeah. never seen someone so fucking dumb." his cock strained painfully against his pants and he groaned, guttural and genuine.

"i'm not dumb," you replied defensively. "i know what i'm getting into. i just want to-" you inhaled sharply as deidara slid off your bottoms and stuck his hand down your underwear. "fuck."

"sure you do," he huffed and fumbled with the bottons on your shirt until eventually, after watching his struggle with a smile, you slipped off your shirt for him. simultaneously, he slid a hand beneath your bra and prodded your clit with his fingers.

"deidara," you breathed, reaching up to tangle your fingers within his silky blonde hair, throwing your head back as he pressed two fingers inside and the mouth on his palm licked at your folds. "f-fuck! dei, wait.." you trailed off, but deidara silenced your moans with his tongue.

"you can take it, can't you, yeah?" he replied, almost cocky. suddenly, he pulled away.

as he slid down his pants and lined up his thick cock along your pussy, he smiled and licked lips at the sight. you laid on his bed on your back, hands clutching the sheets tight and your shirt and bottoms flung to the floor. a heavy flush laid over your face and your pussy glistened with your slick and his saliva.

his dick twitched in arousal as he looked up from your privates and back to your face, placing his hands tight on your hips and slowly sliding himself in. as you moaned and tried to thrash beneath him, he laughed.

"y'know, hidan kills every bitch he brings back and fucks," he hums, eyes glinting with a newfound excitement. your blood runs cold, and despite how much you shudder, you can't tell if it's from fear or arousal as he bottoms out.

"it'd be a shame if i had to do that to you too, yeah."

but as deidara pounded you into the sheets, rutting into your cervix like a dog, he knew your pussy was too good to go to waste.

I had to make the Morbius variant of Acedia into its own post, but here's some funny concepts n stuff I came up with while working on her with a friend.

Warning for topics with slight discussion and mentions of blood and vampirism.. cuz this is about a vampire lol

enjoy my thought process minus my friend's input that helped with a little back-and-forth to come up with this stuff:

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tfw you're just trying to get some fruit, but this weird ominous looking older man doesn't hesitate when he sees you holding the last perfect honey crisp apple in the whole store.

goth as a subculture apparently didn't exist until the 80s in the UK with the introduction of a specific genre of music. the subculture itself is just heavily music based. it's not fashion based, although most who listen to the music will end up wearing clothes that reflect the music or the styles of those who made the music.

But that's not to say Old Man Morbius couldn't dress very dated and have a more victorian style of dress. gives him that "gothic" look

he stands out from the rest of society at the time in the 50s and he doesn't do much outside of getting necessities and then going back to his penthouse.

there were rumors that he was a vampire, mostly from the younger crowds and some older folks who loved to gossip. Acedia didn't believe it, thought it was rude to spread such things about people without any real proof…. but it didn't stop her from feeling nervous.

boi howdy was she wrong to think he wasn't a vampire.

He followed her from the store and dragged her into an alley and attacked…. taking the dang apple she bought as he fled.

Acedia hating the taste of blood, but the vampire-ness is CRAVING IT.

I think we need a better explanation for "LIVING vampire" as currently, vampirism technically means you're kinda dead tbh. you're dead and you're reanimated differently than a zombie.

I did have a concept where vampires can still eat and drink other things besides JUST blood.

They can eat raw meats and possibly blood sausages, too. they lean a bit further into being carnivorous, but they're not cannibals (not to say there isn't at least one or two vampires who may or may not have gone cannibalistic due to some kind of trauma, but y'know--)

Vampires can go out during the day, but they require coverage from the sun. umbrellas, extra long gloves, big ole hats with massive brims. pants, long sleeves, long dress, etc.

most tend to be nocturnal, but will go diurnal if necessary or for any number of reasons they may have for being awake during the daytime. (like keeping up appearances and trying not to seem so out of place to the regular humans they live around)

AS IF I DIDN'T ALREADY HAVE A SUPER SENSITIVE NOSE AS IS

Morbius!Acedia is a silly fun "non villain" addition to this whole sinistersona concept.

she has no desire to cause harm and, much like Earth-4622's Morbius, she is more of a street-level hero. She uses this for good, not evil. and has her own issues to deal with outside of that world's "Spider-Man"

Acedia: (airhead extraordinaire)

you're not special, Morbius.

me, who knows I'm hungry and should get something to eat yet is still sitting there taking +1 damage every 3 minutes that I'm NOT getting up to get food: …….maybe.. I already AM a living vampire? ..just without the desire to drink blood?

me meeting Morbius and he's like "I haven't had blood in 3 days, I am going to kill someone--"

me: ? only 3 days? the last time I had blood was uhh… 4? 5? days ago?

Morbius: Morbius, now feeling terrified, knowing I'm a variant of him: ….How are you still speaking to me?

me: I have other means of food that tastes better than blood. smells better, too.

I get hungry fast, but I still sit there and tolerate the pain. sometimes I'll drink something to kill the hunger pains. that helps me pass the time.

hi, gamers, i cutely added the VOICELINES section on cora's carrd, so please check them out if you're curious! will probably add them more in future, but i ain't got the brain juices rn LMAO. though, just in case, i'll also copy paste them here, under read more. (warning: too sassy for those of faint heart).

SHARED.

TUTORIAL: "are we done here?" LEVEL UP 1: "huh...didn't think i'd get any stronger." LEVEL UP 2: "levelling up won't do much, to me." LEVEL UP 3: "alright...i can get used to this." LEVEL MAX: "i guess i'm all set...hm? what, you expect me to thank you? don't get your hopes up." VIGNETTE LEVEL UP: "y'know, when i tell people to buzz off, they do exactly that...but, you're different. ah, well, not that i care enough to know why." SPELL LEVEL UP: "magic's good and all, but you gotta have the brains to use it right." UNCAPPED: "man, you're annoying, thinking this'll make us automatically closer...hey, what's so funny?" GROOVIFICATION: "all this pampering makes me think you're just buttering me up. heh...gotta try harder than that, buddy." LESSON SELECT 1: "another lesson...really excited to sit around and do nothing." LESSON SELECT 2: "at least studying will distract me from my pointless duties." LESSON SELECT 3: "you wanna pick? eh, be my guest...i don't really care, either way." LESSON START: "c'mon, get this over with, already." LESSON FINISH: "ugh...has a century passed?" BATTLE START: heh...you're all a bunch of jokes. BATTLE WON: that all you got, wussies?

DORM UNIFORM CARD LINES (SSR).

SUMMON: "someone's got the guts to come here. what're you looking for, a medal?" GROOVY: "i hate being told what to do...but, i also hate weaklings who can't do their job right." SET TO HOME SCREEN: "being a vice housewarden is basically a babysitting job, without the payment." HOME TRANSITION 1: "sure, ignihyde's gloomy and full of spineless cowards...but, comparing to other dorms, it's pretty tolerable." HOME TRANSITION 2: "i don't get people who would kill for these positions. not that i can't deal with it, but still...you'd have to be a masochist to enjoy being hogged by everyone." HOME TRANSITION 3: "why're you still sticking around? case in point, i'm currently busy ignoring you on purpose." HOME, AFTER LOGIN: "huh, my uniform? you wear these to show which dorm you belong to. shocking, i know...gee, can't take a joke?" HOME TRANSITION/GROOVIFICATION: "thought i told you to leave me alone...why do i even bother? here, have some salty chips." TAP HOME 1: "apparently, ignihyde's whole aesthetic is based off the actual underworld. well, i'll give 'em this: they definitely hit too close to home...maybe even breached on sensitive parts." TAP HOME 2: "what's idia complaining about, this time? ugh, it's like that oversized crybaby can't do anything but throw HIS work on ME." TAP HOME 3: "y'know how this uniform usually has pants? well, i made mine into shorts...feels more comfy, if you ask me. plus, the stockings aren't too bad, either." TAP HOME 4: "usually, i shoo people off without a hitch...but somehow, i can't do the same to ortho. maybe it's 'cuz he's not an insufferable, spoiled brat." TAP HOME 5: "there're no good people, no matter who they are. we've all got our motives and goals, even if it means stomping through some measly pushovers...better keep your guard up." TAP HOME/GROOVIFICATION: "for some reason, these stray cats keep crawling around my legs. man, they're annoying...what, you don't think so? then, take 'em off me if you like them so much." DUO MAGIC:cora: "hiding behind me again, eh, idia?" idia: "j-just take care of this, cora..."

BDAY JACKET CARD LINES (SSR).

SUMMON: "yeah, yeah, the birthday star's here, hardy harr. stop rushing me..." GROOVY: "finally, the attention's off me. ugh...at least it's only once a year." SET TO HOME SCREEN: "alright, got the jacket on. let's get this over with." HOME TRANSITION 1: "i didn't bother changing my regular clothes off. the flashy jacket's more than enough." HOME TRANSITION 2: "ignihyde students aren't the type to host parties...which is why i got caught off guard when they actually did one for my birthday." HOME TRANSITION 3: "everyone says i should be more happy during celebrations...in reality, i don't see the point to smile 'round a bunch of nobodies." HOME, AFTER LOGIN: "why's everyone so excited over birthdays, anyway? they're just a waste of time, serving no purpose but us growing older." HOME TRANSITION/GROOVIFICATION: "this package of hair dye vil-dono got for me, i can work with...but, makeup? what am i, a beauty enthusiast?" TAP HOME 1: "did anyone tell silver he sucks at giving gifts? if not, then i sure did after he gave me a bunch of tea bags. apparently, it's to help me fall asleep...as if it's that easy." TAP HOME 2: "jamil went out of his way to get me a collectable figurine, limited edition, too. dunno if he's trying to suck up to me, but it's something." TAP HOME 3: "outta everyone i know, it's no surprise idia would take one extra mile. for that reason, now i got a brand new video game console he, himself, built." TAP HOME 4: "i dunno who funds these parties, but they're clearly meant to distract us from the fact nobody cares about each other." TAP HOME 5: "you're asking if i'm enjoying the party? hm...if you consider 'being asked stupid questions' as enjoyment, then sure thing." TAP HOME/GROOVIFICATION: "ugh, why do we gotta have our faces smeared with pies? vil-dono sure didn't hesitate to do that on me...someone's got a grudge." DUO MAGIC:cora: "guess i should thank you for this, vil-dono." vil: "a surprisingly nice gesture, cora. happy birthday."

also to add to your v valid classism argument: it's also a v western-centric outlook like. i grew up in eastern europe in the 90s/early 2000s and we were all a hot mess cuz there just wasnt anywhere to buy scene queen shit even if ppl could afford it so it was like. 2-3 band shirts from when i had enough cash to go to a show in germany and like. h&m preppy plaid skirts accesorized with wallet chains and knockoff converse with song lyrics sharpied on?? it was awful. i miss it.

THIS IS A CLASSISM IN MUSIC SUBCULTURES BLOG NOW I GUESS SORRY PEOPLE WHO TURNED UP FOR ANYTHING OTHER THAN ME YELLING ABOUT BEING POOR

totally agree tho!!!! and even within america (my paradigm), it’s an extremely narrow privileged view of the world cuz if you were a scene kid/emo kid who looked like what we now uphold as Exemplary Fashion Of The Time and all your friends looked like that, you had fucking money. like lest we forget we were in the middle of a fucking recession. the housing bubble burst in 05-06, the economy fucking tanked, unemployment was out of control. my family’s home went into foreclosure in 06 while my dad was unemployed & he didn’t find a new job until 08. we were locked out of our house in december 08.

none of my friends growing up had central heat. only a couple of us had cars (usually shared between 2-3 siblings) and driver’s licenses cuz drivers ed is expensive--the venn diagram of my friends who could drive at 16 and my friends who owned more than ten officially licensed t-shirts is a fucking circle.

so many of us made fucking do and were still active vital parts of the scene & to erase the majority of people involved in any subculture because they didn’t have the money to be these OTT examples of niche fashion is shitty and classist lmfao ESPECIALLY WHEN WE WERE ALL BROKE AS SHIT AND ACCEPTED FOR LOOKING LIKE TRASH

quiet | b.b

🩸pairing | bucky barnes x f!reader

🔪wc | ~3k

🩸warning(s) | 18+ smut; oral (f receiving), closet sex, hand-wavy sex pollen, pet names, mildly dubious consent - y'know, cuz the pollen, established relationship, pussy worship

🔪request | “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.” with bucky? maybe the aforementioned sex pollen? -tn

🩸notes | for my lovely thirsty nonnie from a nsfw drabble thing ages ago, ILY & I miss you and I hope you're doing well 😘 I'll come back to beta this at some point lol.

🔪requests: open | taglist: open | masterlist

One minute you’re walking down the hallway, and the next finds you in a musty closet. Darkness surrounds you, the heavy sound of your breathing overloud in the stifled silence.

The person who yanked you in and slammed the door moulds themselves against your back, hands - one as firm and unyielding as a steel band, the other firm but with the tender give of flesh - skim along your sides.

You’re pinned to a heavy chest, arms thick with muscle keep you captive - he doesn’t speak but you don’t need to hear his voice to know who it is. Your body vividly remembers every inch of his - the slopes of his torso, the valleys of his abdomen, the cut of his hips, the taste of his sweat and the stretch of his cock.

Fingers dip beneath the hem of your pants, nails raking across the tender swell of your hips while they work to pop the brass button open. His nose runs along the length of your neck, his lips caressing and his tongue teasing.

A deep inhale followed by a throaty groan, the vibrations rattling through you as your heart stammers in your chest, your cunt clenching at the sound.

The rising hysteria and primal instinct to fight what reaches for you from the dark is smothered by the pool of warmth that sinks low in your belly until they’re but a shadow of a thought.

Adrenaline and bitter panic linger on the edges of your awareness, swiftly making way as something more all-consuming takes root.

“You can be quiet,” Bucky says, his breath puffing across your ear. Warm, moist, the slightest bit slurred. “Can’t you, pretty girl?”

“Bucky, we’ve been looking everywhere for you -”

“Ssh, we don’t want them to find me - to find you - to find us like this.”

His touches grow more urgent, and you curse everything in existence. Why did you have to be the one to find him like this? When everything about this great big idiot of a man turns you stupid, your heart soft, your inhibitions null and void, and your panties absolutely soaked?

“Bucky, we can’t! I - I need to tell the others...and you should really - oh shit, stop, not there you fucking...haah…”

There’s no getting through to him, all higher brain function turned off the second he inhaled that pollen. All he can think about is stuffing you full of his cock, fucking you - wrecking you - ruining you until you’re trembling with how many times he’s made you orgasm, your cunt a sloppy, oversensitive mess.

Filling you to the brim with his cum and then holding you open to watch as it leaks down your thighs, again and again until his skin stops crawling and the fire in his veins fizzles away to nothing.

“You really,” you pause, dodging the hands yanking at your underwear as your pants puddle around your ankles, “...don’t you dare, James!...Should be in the infirmary. We don’t know how long this is going to last.”

He doesn’t pay attention to whatever words are coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours, but he knows it’s definitely NOT what he wants to hear - no, he much prefers those pretty little gasps and breathy little sobs you make when he’s got you spread out on your back.

There’s no chance to buy yourself more time, Bucky sliding to his knees and draping a limp leg over his broad shoulder. This shouldn’t be happening. Bucky’s high as a kite on some weird sex pollen thing and meant to be in the med bay.

Yet he somehow managed to give Sam the slip and jump you the first chance he got. Even knowing that you can’t ignore the shivery pulse of arousal when his breath puffs across your crotch, the throb of your clit or the clench of your cunt.

Biting down on a whimper, you turn your face to the side. Eyes squeezing shut, stomach swooping and cheeks bursting with warmth. A fishhook of desire sinks behind your navel; molten fire burning through veins and searing bones until it settles in the cradle of your hips. Soaked folds cling to the cotton of your panties, sticky with arousal.

Legs spread so wide around broad shoulders, Bucky’s dark bramble of hair brushing the exposed flesh of your belly, the heat and flex of him between your thighs. You keen when fingertips ghost over your clit in time with the air Bucky blows out at your slit, the dampened fabric cooling and creating an altogether oddly addicting sensation that zips down your spine.

Without thought, your hand sinks into his hair and your nails scratch over the back of his scalp. He grunts, a flash of teeth hidden in the kisses that tickle the side of your kneecap before tracing a path up the length of your thigh.

They stop, his lips barely a flutter on your skin when they reach the crux of your pelvis.

The tip of Bucky’s nose tickles the top of your mound, every breath he takes a heated weight that presses into your skin.

“God, I haven’t even really touched you and you’re already…Fuuuck...” His voice is full of wonder, dark and heavy with greedy desire. “I can smell how wet you are.”

And then a firm tongue dips into your entrance, parts your folds and flicks over your swollen clit with dexterity borne from repetition - he loves eating you out for hours, coaxing out sigh after moan after whimper, sucking and licking and slurping until your thighs are clamping around his ears and your pussy is gushing on his face.

Barely able to stifle a broken sob, your hands fly up to muffle the sounds he’s pulling from your chest. Your toes are curling into his shirt where your foot rests on his shoulder, your knees weak and trembling as your chest heaves with every breath. Bucky’s focus is narrowed in on all the spots that get you trembling and hungry for more.

You’re aching to be filled, your walls empty and fluttering.

His tongue is wonderful but such a goddamn tease...Sure, it makes you cum. But it’s hardly as satisfying as having your orgasm fucked from you; the wide stretch of his shaft, the press of all those veins running along the underside of his cock, the wonderful friction of his thrusts and the downright sinful grind of his hips.

“Bucky.” You bite down on your palm at the questioning hum, the long, languid drag of his tongue. You repeat yourself, “Bucky, we really shouldn’t…”

He pulls away.

In the low light creeping in from the crack beneath the door, you can just make out his blown pupils, his lips are sticky and swollen, shiny with slick. He stares at the mess between your thighs, tracking the ooze of spit and slick that drools down your leg. His jaw clenches, the dark pitch of his eyes snapping to yours. You tremble at the naked, raw desire etched into every line of his face.

All those finely honed senses narrow in on you until you consume every thought rattling around his brain. Nothing outside that door matters and nothing’s going to keep him from you, every brush of your skin stoking the flames but smothering the heat eating away at his insides.

Bucky sighs, “Shh, that’s it.”

An indolent, mystified little coo that gets your heart racing and your thighs clenching. At the same time, he rubs the ball of his thumb along the seam of your folds, gliding through your wetness with ease until he reaches the top of your mound to play with your pretty little clit.

“Please, I need your help...Now, try to be quiet for me, baby.”

Hiii could I request an Aaron Taylor-Johnson x chubby male reader? Aaron and MR were trying to keep their relationship secret cuz MR feels insecure about himself but the paparazzi find out and start shaming MR. Leads to very fluffy romantic and passionate smut at the end? With Top Aaron and Bottom MR. Thanks sm <33333

hii! here it is, sorry for taking so long, just wanted to make sure i wrote the smut well and didn't make the whole thing too short, enjoy my luvs :)

warnings: slight body shaming, smut

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both you and aaron were dreading this night. it was the avengers premiere, and aaron obviously had to go.

because you weren't ready to go public about your relationship, you avoided public appearances, which meant aaron had to go alone.

"why can't i just stay home with you?" aaron asked

you sigh. "i wish you could.. but it's your movie, i mean, you gotta go."

"you sure you don't wanna come with me?"

"yeah... i wish i could, really, but you never know what they might say about us, what it could happen to your career, it's not that easy.. it's all because of me, i'm sorry."

"hey, hey it's not because of you. the whole industry is full of bad people who do bad things.. i just wish we could go out, have our own little dates everywhere we want, be like a normal couple without the media out to get us with our every move.."

"me too.. one day."

"yeah. one day."

you put your arms around aaron's neck and pecked his lips softly, then you both smiled at each other.

"i'll miss your pretty face"

then you heard aaron's phone ringing.

"it's my manager?" aaron said in a questioning tone

he answered his phone.

"hi. yeah, i'm gonna start getting ready in a bit."

aaron then furrowed his eyebrows.

"wait what?"

"how?"

"really?"

"but i thought-"

...

"fuck. okay, bye"

aaron then hung up the phone, and looked at you, speechless.

- what happened?

- aaron?

- what's wrong??

- they know M/N..

- what?? they- how???

- like i said, out to get us with our every move..

- so? what now?? you still going?

- no. they told me it would be complete chaos if i would, surrounded by paparazzi asking questions the media can use against me. i'm staying with you. he smiles cutely.

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it was about half an hour later, you were browsing movies for you and aaron to watch on your television. aaron had the snacks ready, you just had to pick. but you suddenly pressed the wrong button, switching to the news.

- tonight on entertainment weekly: famous marvel actor aaron taylor johson EXPOSED! the new actor was photographed with his new.. boyfriend.. and twitter is freaking out! here's what people are saying:

"since when is ATJ into fat gays?"

"why does atj's bf look like THAT"

"damn atj that's the best you could do?"

these comments destroyed you.

they're right, i don't deserve him, why is he even with me?

then you felt aaron rub your shoulder comfortingly after the tv had turned off.

"hey hey hey. don't listen to them, okay? they're just people with sad lives"

"but it's true what they're saying. be honest." you said blankly.

aaron sighed. "okay, M/N look at me." , he then grabbed your chin and turned it so you were looking at him.

"you are an amazing person. inside and out. you don't know how happy you make me every time i see you. i love you so much. i love everything on you. your body, your beautiful face, your personality, your kindness, you're just perfect.

"what about them? those other people.. they judge and judge and they never stop"

"fuck those other people! y'know, no matter what you do, the world will always complain and judge you. so it's better to do your thing in life, and not care what others say and think of you. it doesn't matter at all. you need to realize how amazing you are, M/N."

you took a deep breath, and laid your head on aaron's shoulder.

"what would i do without you?" you chuckled

"beats me" aaron giggles

you lift your head off his shoulder, then you both share a look, filled with love for one another, hope, and lust.

you then press your lips against aaron's.

you parted your lips for his tongue to enter, and fought with your tongues for dominance, him winning, as always.

the kiss was passionte, just what you both needed. you whined softly, which drove aaron crazy, making him pull away from the kiss, taking your shirt off, giving you light kisses along your body, starting from the neck down to your waist, making you moan softly.

"god, you're so beautiful."

you pull his head back up, making out with him, gripping his hair tightly.

"giddy up baby." he smiles and picks you up, holding your legs at his sides, still kissing you.

you reach your bedroom, where he drops you on the bed, taking your pants off, kissing your waist softly, looking up at you sweetly for permission. you nod and smile.

he takes your boxers off, and starts rubbing your right thigh, kissing the left one, then he switches. "fuck aaron. just like that" you moan

you love this side of aaron. gentle, sweet, loving, everything you could've wished for right now.

"i got an idea."

you chuckle "what idea?"

"69?" aaron smirks

"fuck yeah!" you laugh

you got off the bed, letting aaron lay down on his back. then you sat on his face, and bent towards his crotch, where he still had his clothes on. you could already see the tent in his pants.

he started licking around your aching hole, as you started taking off his sweatpants and boxers altogether, revealing his huge member, already leaking precum from the stimulation

"fuck i love this cock" you moan

"fuck i love this ass" aaron inserts his tongue deep in your ass, and slaps your ass hard,

"FUCK!"

you lick the tip of his rock hard cock, and start sucking it aggresively, ignoring your gagging

"fuuuck" aaron moans and slaps your ass again.

"AH! YES"

your spit was everywhere on his cock, and you could feel it throbbing, ready to release. you stop and aaron then switches your positions, so you where lying on your back, with your legs on aaron's shoulders. he reaches to open a drawer, putting a condom on.

"you ready for me baby?" aaron asks

"yes aaron, please." you look at him pleadingly.

you feel his dick enter your hole, and he doesn't move much just yet, to let you get used to him. while you wait, he leans down and kisses you slowly and passionately, as you put your hands behind his head, gripping his hair lightly.

"i'm ready aaron" you said in between the kisses.

aaron thrusts into you, slowly, each thrust filled with pleasure for the both of you. he knows your body.

"a-aaron" you moan, in between the on going makeout session

"moan for me baby. you're so fucking hot."

you whimper in response.

he pulls away from the kiss, and presses his forehead against yours, looking deep in your lust-filled eyes. you were moaning together, maintaing eye contact for a while, but you were enjoying every single second.

aaron also moved his hand to your cock, stroking it in sync with his thrusts.

"mmm! fuck me aaron!"

he keeps stroking and thrusting in you, and goes back to kissing you, your tongues dancing together. you couldn't help but leave scratch marks his back from all of the pleasure you were experiencing.

"i'm gonna cum baby." he breathed out.

"cum in me. please!"

he speeds his thrusts up a bit, and you kiss his neck, leaving little marks.

"FUCK M/N! SHIT SHIT!"

you could feel his cock explode and throb intensely inside you.

he leans down to kiss you and down your body, then strokes your cock intensely.

"cum for me baby." he looks up at you, smirking

this feeling was amazing. aaron looked so hot stroking you, you felt like heaven

"fuc- ah! shit!!" you shoot out your load everywhere on aaron's face.

seeing the mess on his face turned you on even more.

aaron then rests his head on your stomach for a bit, to catch your breaths.

"fuck that was so good" aaron breathes out.

"yeah."

"you look hot with my cum on your face, y'know" you chuckle.

"i should wear it more often then!"

you both laugh.

...

"i love you."

"i love you too."

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did i use too much dialogue and oohs and ahhs in the smut LOL sorrey x

Fighting someone in that enlightened edelgard comment and they really pulled the "edelgard's war was necessary because crests bad!!" Bruh

Alright so like... why does Edelgard think Crests bad? What is she willing to propose to society as an alternative to Crests that won't similarly be abused by those with money and power? If Hanneman is able to conduct Crest research and is allowed to build his machines that gets rid of the need for Crests on all routes, even on SS and even if Rhea comes back as archbishop, then why did Edelgard need to start the war if that was her real goal? What problems do Crests specifically and uniquely bring to society?

Because Sylvain, Ingrid, Lorenz, anyone else who feels that they're only good for their Crest or need to marry due to their Crest? They'd literally be in the same position without them, because they're still high-end nobles with pretty titles and nice power that commoners would want a piece of or that their families would marry off to others families for more money and power (or any, in Ingrid's case). Crests change nothing, save for Sylvain getting the nice heir title from this unfair inheritance system over Miklan were it the usual "lol I popped outta Mom first" inheritance system.

Mercedes? Ah yes, because incest would never occur in noble families were it not for Crests, think I read that in my history class before.

Dorothea? Her having a Crest would have actually saved her and her mother (or at least her) from a life of poverty, so oops.

Hanneman's sister? Ah yes, right after the section where my history books told me that incest don't real, it says that women were never ever forced to unhealthily bear multiple children until their husband gets one he wants.

The only ones I can think of that were fucked over specifically and only by specifically and only Crests are Edelgard, Lysithea, and Marianne. The first two are so unbelievably unlikely to happen to anyone in the general Crest-bearing populace as to damn near be laughable - fun as Two Crests AU's are, this shit only happens the twice, once for the setup and once with the refinements from the first. This isn't something most, many, some, a few, or really fuckin' anyone has to deal with, this is something extremely specific to Edelgard and Lysithea. And similarly, Marianne, while facing most of her trauma because of uniquely Crests, only does so because she literally just so happens to be born with the literal one Crest in all of Fodlan that is feared and hated.

Like, Crests could have easily actually been a big deal in Fodlan, but like... damn near anything that could rise from specifically Crests gets taken care of pretty easy lol?? Like, Marianne just needs to beat the shit out of Maurice and she's fine(r). Edelgard and Lysithea's shit is reversible and is able to have its the biggest side effect of having two Crests be erased (for Lysithea, cuz as I've said I don't think Edelgard has any problems with the two Crest shit). Balthus' shit where "Ohhh, people will really fuck over Kupala if they find out it has Chevalier Crest bearers!!" gets solved by the Church itself stepping in and keeping it hush hush for Kupala's safety and that making it to where Balthus' more qualified Crest-less brother gets the inheritance (so much for wanting no one but Crest bearers to rule over Fodlan!). Some bitches literally are completely unaffected by Crests (Hilda, Linhardt, Yuri <- as far as I know, I'm sure there are others).

Hilariously enough, very few people in the cast actually benefit from Crests specifically due to Crests - the only ones I can think of off the top of my head are maybe Lambert (if you wanna count him) and Claude (let him prove his right to inheritance).

Like. Before adopting Marianne, Edmund was able to rise to Margrave through good financial and oratory skills - that's a higher position than Count. Y'know. Like Count Gloucester? Ordelia for all we can surmise has no Crest and bears the same title as Gloucester regardless. Count Rowe in the Kingdom is higher than Baron Dominic - Baron's, like, the lowest fuckin' noble title! Even the Empire, shitty as it is, doesn't have this problem! Bergliez, no Crest, House of Military Affairs for an Empire.

People hear Crests and see them packaged as a unique evil specific to Fodlan by the characters who were born and raised in this society and who have little to no reference to the world outside of Fodlan and so wouldn't know that most of this shit literally happens everywhere and they just, fuckin', forget!! That this shit ain't new!! Crests are just First-Born-Noble Syndrome wrapped in pretty shiny wrapping paper. Petra, a royal from Brigid, literally never mentions Crests, and Claude only does so out of curiosity over them - almost like, as nobility outside of Fodlan, Crests are just weird to them and nothing else! They likely know the same shit would happen to these nobles with or without Crests because they know a world without Crests, unlike those of Fodlan!

Getting rid of Crests seems like it will change a lot of Fodlan... until you remember that they're dying out anyway so Fodlan is already in a transition period where they'd become relics of the past, until you remember that, again, most of the shit wrong that comes with Crests actually comes with nobility in general, until you remember that a majority of the characters either don't care about Crests or are otherwise unaffected by them.

And like, we know that Edelgard doesn't actually give a shit about Crests lmao that is damn sure not a major reason why she started the war, she started the war because she wanted to wear the big girl pants and rule over all of Fodlan and also kill the Nabateans. That's it. No shit about Crests, much as she initially posits as much - notice how that shit falls to the wayside soon as the war's actually in action, it's literally said over and over and over again that Edelgard wants to reunite Fodlan, she wants to conquer the Alliance and Kingdom, she wants to boot the Church, she wants to kill Rhea and the Children of the Goddess; Crests are a footnote in her oh so grand plans. Edelgard didn't start war cuz Crests Bad, she did it because Me Want Be Dictator

Naughty | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader | Smut

"And last but not least 10, Roman/black mask x male reader (nsf/w again cuz we be horny). I don't have a super specific scenario for this, but it could either be reader genuinely doesn't know who they're talking to and Roman decided to teach them a lesson

Or reader knows *exactly* who they are talking to but is fishing for punishment/a lesson/just being a brat. You're welcome to decide what the lesson is (ideas include idk man spanking, orgasm delay/denial, public (am I thinking of an opposite to the other horny fic we came up with? where reader is not a good boy? maybe,,,,), whatever you want really lol)" @iscariot-rising​

summary; You’re in a mood and seek punishment from Roman to get out of your head for a bit. 

notes; KINKS: Daddy!Kink; Spanking; Sexual Punishment; Consensual, but neither safe nor sane tbh; Coming basically untouched; Slight exhibitionism. Male!Reader; PWP; Lemon; Smut; Using sexual punishment to stop feeling bad/thinking.

Having woken up after an awful night and feeling your mood decline with every thought that tumbled through your brain, you were feeling that need for Roman to put you in your place and make you lose every train of thought possible. Usually a good punishment would get you out of your head and that weird mood, because no doubt it would only get progressively worse the more you dwelled on it. Roman wouldn't punish you if you asked for it, though. He wanted you to have earned it. Fine by you. You would make sure you've earned it, alright.

Roman was downstairs at the club, which wasn't even due to open for several more hours. So you went and joined him there, seeing to whatever he was doing.

When you reached downstairs, you saw a couple of his men mopping the floor. It smelled awfully like bleach. It assaulted your nose for a moment, as you scrunched your face up in reaction to it.

Side-stepping the working men, you went further into the club's area and saw Roman sitting in a booth with Zsasz, cackling about something. There was some blood on Victor's face. That would explain what they've been doing then, and possibly even what they were laughing about.

When Roman finally noticed you coming closer, he sobered up a little at first, then a wide grin spread on his face. It still had some sadistic, sinister touch to it, but for the most part it was charming, happy even.

"Look at you, baby! What are you doing down here, hm?" He exclaimed, still grinning, as Zsasz looked at you curiously.

You sat down next to Roman and playfully smiled up at him. "Oh, you know, I got a little bored all by myself and wanted to see what you were doing."

"Did you now? And haven't I told you not to come downstairs when I'm busy here outside of business hours, baby?" His tone already took on a dangerous edge; so going down here despite knowing you weren't allowed to did pay off. Good.

"Ah, well, I might have forgotten, sorry," you said, not sounding sorry at all.

Roman hummed, his grin slowly vanishing from his face.

"You know I don't like it when my orders aren't being followed," he rasped.

Shivering, you bit your lower lip and grinned cheekily.

"Didn't know that applied to me as well, Daddy."

"Hmmm, you're just being a little shit now, sweet boy, aren’t you? What is it?"

"I'm not! It's nothing, Daddy, I promise! What should it be?" You said, playing up the part of being completely oblivious.

"Do you just act stupid or are you really it?" He rasped.

By then, you knew he had caught on, probably even knowing that you did it on purpose; but his quick temper often got the better of him when you played your cards right. Like right now.

"Now, now, Daddy! That's rude, isn't it? But that's to be expected from you."

You knew that what you just said would make his blood boil, it might have hurt him a little, too, but you were willing to pay that price right now.

Clenching his fists, he fixed you with a fierce glare. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"

"Of course I do, Daddy! But y'know, sometimes you really can be a little rude."

"Is that so? Do you hear that Zsasz?"

Zsasz nodded, "I think you should teach him a lesson, Boss."

You were sure that Victor wasn't talking about sexual punishment like you were aiming for, but rather peeling your mug off because he wanted Roman to himself.

"Yes, I believe you're right, I should. Would you be so kind and leave us alone then, Victor?" Roman said, looking at you intently.

Disappointment was clear in Victor's expression, but he got up without another word and left the two of you alone in the club, as the other staff had left by that point, too.

Roman nudged you, "C'mon, over my lap. Now."

Fucking finally!

Swallowing thickly, you shifted and leaned over his legs and laid face-down on his thighs, your chest and stomach pressing against them, while your ass was up for him to do whatever he liked with. He rubbed his gloved hand over your still clothed ass cheeks, seemingly admiring them.

"Count," was his only, huskily rasped, warning before he lifted his hand and let it come down on your right ass cheek, hard.

You yelped and moaned out a "One".

Then again. "Two."

Again. It felt harder. "Three."

This continued on until you reached spank number ten.

Because then, he reached under you and unbuttoned your pants, sliding them down your hips, over your straining erection, and over your butt, situating them right where thighs met cheeks. Your bottom already felt so fucking raw. Roman's spankings were always forceful. As much as he looked like he never lifted a finger on his own, he actually worked out, and it showed in his strength.

You've been hard and aching for the past three spanks already and you didn't know how many he's planned for you to receive. You might come practically untouched, depending on it, because your cock kept rubbing against the cushion beneath you and his thigh. It was driving you crazy before, when you were still clothed, and now, with your dick bared, it would only be so much worse.

All those thoughts were ripped from your mind, as his leather-clad hand came back down on your bare rump again, alternating between the left and right cheek and where he hit. It was relentless.

By the twenty-fith spank, your counting was barely intelligible anymore, as it was caught between shouts, moans and dry sobs.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you figured that his hand must have gone numb by that point, but he kept spanking you. You could feel his hard cock against your stomach, though. So as unaffected as he seemed by all of this, he wasn't it entirely.

At the fiftieth hit, you couldn't control yourself anymore and came all over his thigh and the booth's cushions, sobbing and moaning pitifully, as tears streamed down your red face.

He stopped for a moment, rubbing over your cheeks soothingly, although it only made them burn more.

"Tell Daddy how sorry you are for disrespecting him and for coming unprompted all over him. C'mon," he rasped, his voice even deeper than before.

It took you a moment to even register what he's said. You blinked rapidly, trying to come back to the now. You felt so floaty.

"Sorry, Daddy." It was a quiet, unintelligible mumble.

"I didn't quite hear you there, sweet cheeks. Try again." To underline what he just said, he spanked you twice on each cheek again.

Obediently, you slurred the numbers. He paused again.

"Daddy, I- I'm sorry. 'm so sorry," you mumbled a little louder, your voice shaking.

"'Kay then," he whispered.

Roman then lifted his hand off your ass and helped you to sit up. You were so out of it that you just barely registered the pain it caused to sit.

"Ew, you've made a fucking mess of my suit pants. Ugh," you could faintly hear him complain.

A moment later he had gotten up apparently, as you felt his arms around you. One around your back, under you arms and gripping onto your side, and the other one under your thighs. Then he lifted you up, bridal style.

"Let's get you upstairs and taken care of, my little prince."

Completely out of it, you smiled and pressed your wet, red face into his chest. Your plan had worked out to the best possible result. 

Can we get a full story on Georgi and Jeans relationship? I think its really cute from the information you gave us and I wanna know more! - :D anon

Yes I sure can! Hope you like it :D

Love On The Ice

The ice rink. A figure skaters home away from home. Some go to the ice for training, some go there for fun, some go there to cry, some go there to rage, and some go there for love. This is no different for a 25 year old French skater named Jean Douce.

Jean pov-

Walking to the rink was something I always enjoy. Sure, my bag was kinda heavy at times and the walk may be long but it gave my legs some practice moving before I step foot onto the ice tonight. Todays competition was being held at my home rink in France, which is quite nerve racking, but I can't let that show. My coach said that this may be my chance to make it to a grand prix final, but I'm not so sure. We'll see when I get there I guess. As long as I try my best, then we'll be just fine.

When I finally made it to the rink, I looked up the sign 'Lilac Ice Rink' gave me a sign of comfort. I felt at home, I felt comfortable, I felt relaxed again. I opened the door gently before walking in, waving to the blonde behind the front desk, Ms. Joy, the woman who owned the place and someone I've known since I was little.

"Good luck out there!" She said with a smile

I gave a simple nod and went to the locker room to change, I didn't here anything before I entered, making me think not many people were there, 'Weird, I guess I am kind of early though.' I opened the door and sat my stuff down on the bench I looked over to see a face I hadn't seen before. The person had a pointy hair style, all of his hair was pointed infront of him, strange hair style but not bad. He was wearing a jacket over what I assumed was the outfit he was skating in tonight. I tried to read his jacket but the back of the chair covered it and I couldn't recognize the logo, curious, I walked up to say hi to him.

"Hi!" I greeted,

He put down what I recognized was blush and looked at me, "Hello, who are you?" I grabbed a chair, pulling it over and sitting down next to him, "I'm Jean."

"Are you skating tonight?" The black haired man asked

"Yes, I'm on the French team! What about you?"

"I'm on the Russian team."

"Ooo! Cool! What's your name?"

"Georgi."

I got up and held out my hand, "Well Georgi, I hope we get along."

He scoffed and shook my hand, "Good luck."

I smiled and walked back over to my bag and got out my outfit for the night, when I was putting it on, everything was fine until I remembered that it tied in the back. Unlike some people I know, I can't reach that far back. I turned my head and saw that Georgi was still here, I'll just ask him for help.

"Hey! Georgi!"

He turned around, "Hm?"

"Can you," I pointed to the ties, "Tie this for me?"

He rose to his feet and walked over, "Sure, but don't blame me if it looks awful."

I laughed, "Heh, I think it'll look fine, I mean, if you can make your face look so pretty, you can probably tie a knot pretty well too."

Georgi paused for a moment before going back to tying the knot, "Don't say stuff like that."

"Awh cmon! Its just a compliment!"

The cloth on my back tightened and the feeling of hands on his back left, "There its tied."

"Thanks!"

He grabbed his bag, waved and exited the locker room, the door slamming behind him.

'I think we'll get along well.'

A while later, Georgi pov-

I stood, leaning on the wall of the rink, deep in thought. Who was that Jean boy? All I know is that hes a skater from France. I want to know more about him, hes quite a nice boy and I think we'd get along well. I glanced over to where he was getting some last minute practice. His olive eyes sparkled as bright as a star, his skating wasn't the best I have ever seen by far but the passion he had was as obvious as the blue sky.

The only thing I could keep my eyes on was the cute brown haired boy, I spaced out from all of reality and I wouldn't have it any other way...

"Oi! Georgi! I'm talking to you!"

I turned to the voice to see coach Yakov behind me, "Oh sorry."

I cleared my throat before speaking, "Do you know anything about Jean? The boy over there?" I said, pointing to him.

"Ah, that's Jean Douce, hes a French skater."

"Well I know that much, anything else?"

"Well hes quite the amateur, I heard from his coach that hes only been to the second part of a figure skating contest once."

"Ah, I wonder why.."

"I heard he is married and has a kid so that's probably why, its hard to balance a family life and skating, anyone can tell you that."

Those words felt like a jab to the heart, "Oh.."

"Your going on last by the way, I wouldn't have it that way normally but, cant argue with the organizers."

I nodded and walked over to the bench to sit, grabbing my water-bottle from my side and taking a sip. While I was drinking I stole a glimpse at Jean who was now panting, head hanging down as he sat about 2 benches away from me. Why the world doesn't he have water? I sighed, 'Do I have to do everything for this boy now?' Wait that doesn't sound too bad.. I glanced at my water bottle which was still practically full and headed over to him.

I sat down by him, which caused him to instantly look over, "O-oh hi."

With a nod, I held my water-bottle out infront of him, "Here, I saw you didn't have one but your panting like a fucking dog so I figured you'd want some."

He grabbed it, his hand brushing against mine causing my heart rate to go up higher then what I am fairly certain is healthy. He smiled brightly, it was adorable and when I saw that on his face, I knew this was what they call love at first sight.

"So, I heard your married?" "Yes. I have a wife named Salem."

I was curious, I want to know more about her, "What's she like?"

"Heh, not great lately.."

"Mind telling me why?"

"She just doesn't approve of the fact that I do figure skating full time she thinks it wont make good money which is-"

"Bullshit" "Bullshit" We said in unison, we both let out a chuckle and Jean continued,

"Because of that I cant get as much practice in because I cant get the time away from her nagging to get out to the rink."

I looked at him, thinking, "I think I have an idea."

"What is it?"

"I'll help you with your routine."

His eyes widened at my words, "Don't you need to practice too?"

"I memorize my routines quite well, I think i'll be fine with coaching you."

"I have a coach already y'know?"

I scoffed, "Yeah and from what I saw she has no fucking idea what she's doing."

"I mean.. You're not wrong."

I stood and held out my hand, "So get up and lets head to the ice."

Jean grinned, putting my water-bottle down and grabbing my hand, "Alright!"

After the competition Jean pov-

Well.. I didn't make the cut, I guess I was right, heh. My score was 221, I was about 4 points behind the 3rd place winner who was a boy from America named Leo de la Iglesia. While I was getting changed in the locker room, Georgi was sitting down removing his makeup

"You're not very chatty.." He stated

"Heh, I guess I'm just upset about losing.. Good job on getting 2nd though!"

"For what its worth, I think you should have gotten third, Leo failed that one double axal so he shouldn't have had 225 points, you should have scored higher too, you landed everything."

I let out a dry chuckle, "Still my jumps weren't nearly as good."

"Still."

"Thanks, Georgi."

I stuffed my stuff into my bag and was about to leave when I felt a tap on my shoulder, "Hm? Did you need something?"

"Can I have your number?"

"Sure!"

He handed me his phone, I typed in my number and put in a contact name. "See you later, fée endormie" (Sleeping fairy)

Georgi's face looked as red as a cherry, his words were stammered too, "Y-yeah you too.."

I waved, closing the door to the locker room behind me. The walk back to the hotel was long, I wanted to be outside longer so I could think. Think about the cute Russian boy I met just a few minutes prior. Then I started to ask myself, 'This is so.. Wrong, what's wrong with me.. I am a married man, I shouldn't think things like this.' I sighed, letting those thoughts die. Those thoughts were replaced with more happy ones about Georgi and how the day went, 'Yeah.. we can think about the future later, day-dreaming never hurt anyone, right?'

About a month later-

I was relaxed on my bed. my wife was out at work and finishing up some school work. I am still going through collage since I had dropped out for a few years to help raise Akaashi. But now hes 17 and a third year at Fukurōdani Academy, a school here in Japan which my wife is the superintendent of. The work was nothing bad, I was about to type my last sentence before heading to the ice rink for practice when my phone buzzed with a message from Georgi

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Georgi: Hey, this may be sudden, but can you open your door?

Jean: Uhhh why?

Georgi: Cuz I'm outside and its cold!

Jean: Ok! I'm on my way!

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I ran faster then I ever had down the stairs, I thought I was going to fall and land on my face but luckily I didn't. I unlocked the door and opened it, revealing Georgi in a black jacket with matching pants. His hair was down, I have seen him with his hair down a lot but it was so cute that I couldn't help but blush at the sight.

"So what are you doing here?"

"I was in Japan and wanted to see you, simple as that."

A smile grew onto my face and we walked to my room where we sat on my bed, he read a book while I finished that last sentence of my paper, once I was done I turned to him and asked,

"Hey can you look over my essay for me?"

"Sure, give me the laptop."

I nodded and passed my laptop to him. It was a short paper but he seemed to take his time, I watched him add punctuation and such. He glanced at the citations at the bottom,

"Hey I think you forgot a citation." He said,

"Oh? I did? For what?"

"The County Tribune one, you used it in paragraph 4 right?"

"Oooh! I had an issue with that one! I tried to get the information but when I clicked the link I used, the domain was down, I just put down the article title and access date since my professor said that was fine."

"Oh, gotcha. But other then that I would say just fix some words, you used 'according to' with your textual evidence a lot so I would say change that."

"Alright, thanks! You sure know your stuff!"

"Yeah, I did really well in Language arts and Writing classes back when I was in school."

"Cool! I guess I'll have to ask for your help more~" I cooed

"Pfft, have fun with that." He snickered as he went back to his book

I kept looking for more words but I kept catching myself getting distracted, "Hey, what do you-"

Before I could say anything else I felt something on my neck, I moved my eyes down to the feeling and saw Georgi, biting my neck.

"G-Georgi?"

He pulled back instantly and scooted about a foot back, "Oh my god! I am so, so, so sorry!"

I smirked, "Do it again, Georgi."

"Isn't your wife going to be home soon?"

"She texted me earlier, she's going to a meeting in Paris, she'll be away for the next few days."

"And what about Ak-"

"Are you going to keep asking questions or are you going to do it again?"

The Russian boy let out a 'heh' and scooted forward, continuing what he was doing before. I smirked and didn't react, finishing up the paper. It was only about 2 minutes later when I heard a sad 'humph'

The mouth released my neck for a moment, "Hey.. Pay attention to me."

I let out a chuckle, turned off my laptop and put it on a side table. I turned around to face Georgi and put my arms around his waist, "There, I'm all yours now."

He placed a kiss on my lips, "Good."

Georgi's lips locked back on mine hungrily. This was the thing I wanted for months, no, this is the type of thing I've wanted my whole life and I never knew it before. God, please let this last forever.

He crawled closer to close the distance and put his knee between my legs, the feeling of having something to rub felt amazing and it caused me to whimper. The moment those whimpers became loud enough for Georgi to hear, I was pinned down with my hands above my head. He dipped his head down to whisper into my ear, "May I, my sweet baby prince?" Those words sent a shiver up my spine, "Yes, please.."

---Timeskip cuz its late and I am not awake enough to write smut--

"That was so good.." I said, panting while laying on Georgi's chest

The Russian skater let out a snort and ran his hands through my hair, "Was it now? Or do you just moan for more whenever you feel like it?"

"Heh."

"I love you." I whispered, kissing him on the cheek.

"I love you too baby."

I cuddled into his chest with a big grin, "Good." "Hey, question.."

"Hm?" I looked up at him, my chin still resting on his chest,

"How are we dealing with your wife? Y'know since you're my lover now."

"Meh, I'll think about that later. Now, let me sleep, you're really comfy."

"Heh sure."

"Also, leave your hair down more, its adorable."

"Sure, whatever you want dear."

"Okay, sleep soon, k?"

"K."

---Aaand its over! Thx for the ask!---

*packing for a 3-day, Northern CA/Oregon trip that will mostly consist of hiking and sightseeing*

Sis: "OK, so I have a swimsuit, one pair of long pants in case we do anything other than hike, THREE pairs of leggings in case they all get shit dirty, TWO pairs of shorts just cuz, THREE pairs of underwear, two of those sports bras without cups for sleeping, THREE sports bras WITH cups for during the day-"

Me: "Wait, WHY do you have so many and...for sleeping???"

Sis: "YEAH, CUZ IF THERE'S A FIRE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, I DON'T WANT TO RUN OUT OF THE HOTEL WITH MY TITTIES LOOKIN LIKE-... Y'KNOW!!!"

Me: " Okaaay...what else?"

Sis: "Two socks."

Me: "...so you have 10 pairs of everything except for what you SHOULD have a bunch of pairs of???"

I just needed to drop this somewhere but like... Being a *kid* and a cringey *teen* sometimes in the Pokemon world, I'd *totally* dress up for funsies for things like tournament battles. Like, a diff outfit/costume/theme each day, maybe. Hoenn, despite contests involving trying to make, idk, the most princessy shit I could on a budget, I'd prob go for something in that early 2000s punk-goth style that you used to be able to get at Hot Topic. Y'know, punk-looking skirt with jeans, chains, a T-shirt of some sort, idk man i couldn't even afford to look at that shit growing up LMAO.

But like, anytime there was a competition, big or small, just dressing up some way for it, in whatever was the "cool" style at the time that didn't reek entirely of femininity. Since that's how I was at the time, despite also wanting it a little bit on the inside lol. Maybe trying out some more witchy-lite goth-like styles. But also remember when peasant tops and flared pants were in style? Like... That shit was cool, too.

But now, as an adult, just fully embracing the cutesy, glittery, and mystical aesthetic. Witchy aesthetic that's balanced somewhere between cute and "oh shit a witch!". Or just a witchy fae aesthetic. Like there's some kind of mystical power and you are uncertain about approaching this person. But maybe it'd be super subdued

Alas, I cannot even afford time to dress in normal ppl clothes due to capitalism, so that's out for being an everyday life thing even as an adult in control of my own life. But i'd love the chance to give my S/I the life I never got to have. Even down to the clothes. Because why should I not be allowed even those things?

I wish I could remember what fashions I like, because while I can admire the designs for others' outfits and find them super iconic and full of their chars/ocs/s.is aesthetics, i just can't think of anything iconic for me. I never have (though that may have been due to other issues like self-loathing back when I was a teen).

This is going very off-track as a personal vent of sorts. I'll try to stop it here, or veer back to my original point.

Just dressing up for events like League Challenges and regional cups and whatnot. It'd be so fun and so silly, so perfect for what i'd've been like for the first decade of my journey. Even in some public appearances still, I might still dress up beyond "actually wearing nice clothes", but not up to "wearing a costume", unless themed/requested.

I'm just a bit envious of all y'all who got fully fleshed out and iconic outfits for your S/Is and even jobs/roles for them in their lives, anf I'm just like "my S/I is relatively unemployed and gets to struggle with depression still because it's what I'm going thru and I'd love for my husband and others to help me through it."

Nothing wrong with that, I'm just a little envious, cuz I've never had in mind any consistent role for myself in the Pokeverse, at all. Over 20 years and nothin'.

Tony Stark Sex Pollen

(S/n/n) means stupid nick name

(Y/n) your name

Warnings ⚠️ ⚠️⚠️: smut/Sub-Reader/cursing/ daddy kink/ love-hate relationship.

It was just another day around the tower when tony called me up.

"Hey (y/n) what's up?" He asked nonchalantly.

"I was in the middle of something Stark..." you said sounding very annoyed.

"What ya doing then (s/n/n)" he said drawing out the syllables.

"Ugh Stark What the hell do you want!" You shouted into the phone.

"I need you to come down to the lab. Seeing as how your are the go to on plants and stuff. Cuz y'know your outta this world!" Tony said obviously begging for something.

"Fine I'm on my way. Don't do anything stupid." You sighed.

"What me?! Pssshhh! Never!" He said hanging up.

"Ugh stupid dickwad!" You growled under your breath.

You made your way out of your room and into the hallways of the tower. On your way to the lab you notice an odd aroma in the air. It smelled familiar, and yet you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"FRIDAY where is Tony?" You asked the AI.

"He is currently walking the halls a few hallways away from the lab. Would you like me to ask him to meet you somewhere Miss (L/n)?" FRIDAY asked.

"No just tell him to stay where he is and FRIDAY?"

"Yes Miss (L/n)?" Replied the AI.

"What hallway is he on? Like what sector?"

"He is currently in sector D3 on hallway 28."

"Thanks FRIDAY" you said.

You made your way to the disclosed location, only to find the aroma getting stronger but not so strong that your brain cells were registering and administering the affects.

"There you are I've been waiting forever!" Tony yelled like an excited child find Santa Claus at their chimney.

"Oh hush up Stark and quit being such a child." You said still annoyed. "So where is his plant you wanted me to see so badly that you had to drag me out of my busy work schedule?!"

"Ah this way of you will follow me. According to the research I've conducted, I have come to the conclusion that it should begin blooming any second now."

"And what does this have to do with me?" You asked crossing your arms.

"I want you to identify it and tell me the classification and all that Jazz!"

"Why me why not get Bruce up here?"

"Because your more fun to tease!" He snickered.

"Yeah yeah whatever Stark." You rolled your eyes at his immaturity.

"FRIDAY seal the lab please."

"Yes Mr. Stark." The doors and everything else went into lockdown mode. "Lockdown mode complete. Blinds and Privacy mode activating."

"Stark what the actual fuck is going on here?!" You were beginning to get fed up with Tony's childish antics.

"I don't know I didn't tell her to do that I just said seal the doors. In case we have some kind of chemical break out!" He said partially panicked. "FRIDAY superior override 406361!"

"Access Denied. Safety precautions Activated. Chemical reaction detected. Activating security measure 6904."

"What's security measure 6904?!" You panicked.

"Let's just say we're gonna be in here a while. At least until whatever chemicals that have been released are filtered out of the system and our ability to breath without the contamination affects." He said his voice going hoarse.

"Ugh why do I ever even listen to you!!!" You screamed at him.

"On the bright side look at the plant it has finally bloomed!" He said shrugging with a slight smirk.

"Oh my Gods YOU IDIOT!!! Where did you get this plant!"

"Well you know the alien attack we had a while ago we found this plant in their ship. And science curiosity got the best of me and well... here we are?" He said.

"Oh shit! Whatever you do don't breath it in! Please tell me you have gas masks in here?!"

"Sorry princess, no can do. If I did, I'd be lying..." Tony shrugged.

"God dammit we're screwed!"

"What? What is it?! What aren't you telling me (Y/N)!!!"

"This plant is one of the most lethal and dangerous plants in all the galaxy! Allevamento Risveglio. Also known as the Breeding Arousal plant. It's known to make those who inhale its scent. Well it makes you horny beyond anything you've ever felt-" you explained but was interrupted before you could finish.

"Meh if that's all it does it's not so bad is it?! And you're making it out to be some horrific plant! Ha!" Tony laughed as he began inhaling its

Scent.

"But once you get that need, it doesn't just go away. I mean sure you could masturbate all you want, it will never go away until the need is satisfied. It will literally burn your body from the inside out give or take 6 hours and you'll be dead!" You screamed.

His laugh immediately stopped and his smile faded into a look of absolute horror.

"See what you've done?! You have basically doomed us! Dear gods we are so fucking screwed!!!" You groaned in frustration. You walked to the other side of the lab trying to put as much distance between the two of you as you possibly could. But that didn't stop the aroma from hitting your nose and the more you inhaled the hornier and hotter you got.

You could feel your nipples harden and your nether regions dampen as unwanted visions clouded your mind.

Visions of Tony taking you right then and there on the lab table. Him sitting in his chair and you coming around to face him sitting on his lap as you straddled him. Rocking your hips back and forth trying to create some friction.

You subconsciously brought your hand down and in your pants and underwear. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. You tried to resist the temptation of fingering yourself. But the temptation was too much. You immediately pushed your middle finger in your vagina trying to get yourself off.

You hated Tony for this. What an idiot! You wanted nothing more than to make him beg for mercy as you literally threatened to cut his dick off with your daggers. Oh just the image of that made you squirm. You also had your own AI built into your phone and headset. You had it set up to where AARON (your AI name) could read your nuerowaves. Basically he could read your mind and emotions. You put your headphones in and spoke to him.

'AARON I need you to do me a favor. I need you to go to a 5 star porn site and play it but I need you to edit the video so that it looks like me and Tony!" I asked hissing at the lack of friction and pressure.c

"Of course (Y/n)." Not even a minute later he had what you requested.

The video began to play.

The girl was on the bed on all fours. With the man behind her lining up with her entrance. With one quick thrust he filled her and bottomed out. He withdrew and bucked into her with sheer force. The girl silently screamed at the pleasure. The man set a pace. And soon she was arching her back and meeting him at the hips.

"Don't cum until I say so." The man said.

The girl moaned and bit back a scream.

He pulled her hair and slapped her ass. "Answer daddy, sweetheart, daddy needs to hear you."

"Agh! Yes DADDY!!!" She moaned out again. "Daddy please!"

"Please what?" He said pounding into her earnestly, his thrust beginning to get sloppy.

"Please! Oh! Please let me..." she whimpered a tear leaking from her eye. "Please lemme cum!!!"

He began to slow his thrusts, teasing her, making her ache.

She whimpered louder. "Please..." she said barely above a whisper.

"Alright. You can cum. But! Only around daddy's cock. You gonna be a good girl? Huh? And cum all over daddy?" The man grunted with each thrust.

"OH YES! YES! AGH!" a string of curses left her mouth as she came.

The man drilled inside her and let his seed fill her.

And with that the video ended.

(Y/n) whimpered as she rubbed circles around her clit.

             -meanwhile with Tony-

This pollen shit was really getting to him. He could barely make out the outline of (Y/n)'s body on the other side of the lab. But what he could see was (Y/n)'s hand as she worked herself over. And God if he wasn't already bulging through his pants. He sure as hell was now. He unzipped his pants in rush and pulled the down low a bit. Just enough to pull his boxers down and let his dick spring out. God it looked swollen. Veins popping and the tip had turned pink. He wrapped his fist around his length and began pumping himself. He groaned quietly as he could so as to not alert (Y/n) as to what he was doing. He began to hear moaning sounds and skin slapping against skin. He winced to see where it was coming from and he could barely make out (Y/n)'s phone.

Porn. She was watching porn.

'God this couldn't get any worse' he thought to himself.

Soon after he heard (Y/n) whimper and that nearly sent him over the edge. He chased his release as if someone had stole the most valuable piece of stark tech he owned. But to no avail he couldn't catch it. This time he groaned loudly in frustration.

He considered calling out for her. But that would be reckless, wouldn't it? Oh what the hell since when did he care about being reckless?!

"(Y/n) how are you holding up?!" He just about moaned the sentence.

"I-I'm Fine!" She whimpered again. And he gripped himself harder than before.

"(Y/n) I- I'm sorry I dragged you into this. I swear I didn't know about the plant being like this." Tony croaked out.

"I-it's Okay. Truly!" She bit back a moan.

"I'm sorry to ask this of you but could you.... Could you maybe c-come here?" He groaned again.

"I don't think that's a good idea..."

"Please. Please... (Y/n). I..." he felt like he was getting a serious case of blue balls. "Fuck! I need you! Now" he growled that last part.

She struggled getting herself up. (Y/n) didn't want to seem as desperate as she was. So she tried to walk. That walk... turned into a full on sprint. She saw Tony back against the wall laying down, pumping himself. She was impressed by his size. Six inches just about? And God's was he thick. She gulped her throat suddenly feeling very dry. She ran to a mini fridge they had and got some ice and water.

Tony groaned as his cock was straining. She pushed herself into him. Kissing him full force while straddling his lap. Her sex completely uncovered and there for his eyes only. She swallowed his moans with her own as she moved herself trying to gain some friction. She pulled away gasping for air.

"Fuck!" She whined.

"Come on baby girl. Don't tease me!" He forcefully grabbed her hips and she grabbed his member stroking it and lining it up with her entrance. She kissed him again as she sank down meeting him at the hip. They began to feel somewhat relieved but then the need came back fierce fully like the mark of Cain. She moaned into the kiss pulling away so she could begin moving. (Y/n) soon stripped herself free of her shirt. As Tony brought his chest forward, his hands wrapping around her waist. He began kissing her neck as (Y/n)'s hands went to his hair. He bit down on her soft spot of her neck and she tugged on his hair moaning loudly as she did

"Oh just like that baby girl. Just like that." He whispered in her ear his hot breath gently ghosting along her neck.

"Ah! Fuck! I.. I think I'm gonna!..." she cried out.

"Do it! Do it baby girl. Do it for me.

Scream my name and let anyone and everyone hear it!" He groaned. As he bucked his hips upward meeting her thrusts as she rode him.

"Tony! Ah! I'm... I'm coming!" She yelled in pure bliss.

"That's right! (Y/n) that's right! Call out daddy's name!" He said as he too began shaking as his seed burst into her. Their juices intermingling together as they laid one big heap of a mess on the floor of the lab.

"You know... Tony I don't really hate you..." (Y/n) said drowsily.

"Oh really? I never would have guessed." He said, softly kissing her forehead and rubbing her back as she laid her head on his chest.

"Stop being such a dick..." she yawned out.

"I can't be a dick. At least not with you on mine." He chuckled quietly to himself as they both fell into a deep sleep for that night.

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A/n: okay so that was it my first REAL smut and if I may say so myself I think it's pretty darn good! Well tats for now loves!🥰🥰😘

Wait i just had another idea Omfg sorry for sending too much requests :'c Top!Sniper and Bottom!Spy angry sex? Im very angry today myself 'cuz y'know, life And touchstarved too. Fucc i need them good ol' cuddles Love ur stuff! -🐑

bro name a person who isnt touch starved. you cant its impossible

(warnings for aggressive behavior and minor violence)

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“You bloody fuckin’ rat,” Sniper all but spat, shoving the Spy bodily up against the wooden wall of his nest so hard that it creaked alarmingly, almost as if it threatened to give way.

Apparently not alarmingly enough, as that combined with a knife the size of his forearm at his throat didn’t wipe the smirk off of the BLU Spy’s face. “Oh, mon cher, I’m so sorry,” he said faux-sympathetically, voice sickly sweet. “How terribly clumsy of me. Perhaps next time you shouldn’t leave your mug on a windowsill like that, who knows what might happen?”

“What’s going to happen is I’m going to put a few new holes in you,” Sniper snarled, fury boiling hot in his gut after this, the latest in a long string of antagonizations from the Spy that day, and by far the most severe.

“Oh, and then what?” Spy purred, leaning forward until the edge of the knife was pressing lightly into his skin, and that was when Sniper caught on to his little game.

Oh. Oh, so that was how it was.

“Seem to remember you being the one to say we keep this discreet and outside of work hours,” Sniper hissed under his breath.

“And I seem to remember you saying you would have time for me for the past two weekends, but apparently circumstances change,” Spy replied airily, and there was only the slightest tic to a muscle in his face to betray that Sniper wasn’t the only one who was a little bit fed up, and then it was gone, replaced by that smug smirk again.

“You absolute buggering—“ Sniper started to growl before giving up on words and just crushing Spy into the wall with his body and leaning in to fix him with a dominating kiss.

He found Spy’s hand and crushed his wrist hard enough to make him drop his knife, then kicked that and his own across the room and out of the way before quickly disarming him in every other way he could think of and forcing his jacket off of him, popping a button or two and some of the stitching in the process, which made Spy pull back and try to protest such rough treatment of his clothes. Sniper bit down on his bottom lip hard for the infraction and moved to change their positions, bending Spy over the nearest medium-high surface, which happened a few crates covered badly by a tarp. They were slightly uneven and of varying heights, and would be uncomfortable to be bent over. Sniper considered that a pro rather than a con just then.

“Did you bring slick at least, or did you want this to hurt even more?” Sniper snapped.

“I prepared before I got here, but I have more lube in my front left—“ Spy started to say, but cut himself off when Sniper found the lube he was talking about and quickly undid his pants. Spy started to shuffle those off with an amount of care, and Sniper moved to loosen and undo his tie. Once that was off, he snatched up Spy’s hands and shoved hard until they were stretched a good distance above his head, and then they were quickly tied together. “Ouch, tight, tight—”

“Like this being rough isn’t what you were looking for,” Sniper snarled into his ear, and it made Spy tremble, going quiet and lax for a moment until he got ahold of himself.

“I was looking for a quick fuck, thank you, emphasis on quick,” Spy snarked right back, trying to get a glance over his shoulder as he clearly heard the sound of Sniper’s buckle rattling.

“Well, lucky for you I’m out of patience,” Sniper muttered, and drizzled lube carelessly, and pushed in with exactly enough care not to hurt Spy outright.

That said, he didn’t give Spy much time to adjust at all, and the pace he settled into from the start was rough, punishing. And he knew it had to be uncomfortable, probably right there at the edge of what Spy could handle, but he didn’t complain outright, just groaning and clenching his fists there up above his head.

And the pace, though heavy, wasn’t something that Sniper thought could get him to the edge particularly quickly. No, it wasn’t so much to get himself as much pleasure as possible, it was more a punishment. A way to vent his frustration after Spy tormented him for the large majority of the day. To make him really get a feel for how much he’d pissed Sniper off.

Pissed off enough that he would break his otherwise unshakable professionalism to fuck his enemy senseless in the middle of the battlefield.

Pissed off enough that he wouldn’t even undress either of them to any reasonable standard for vigorous sex.

Pissed off enough that he’d tied Spy’s hands above his head and didn’t do him the courtesy of tugging him off.

Spy seemed contented with that for a while, but it didn’t take long before he seemed to notice that he couldn’t touch himself, one of Sniper’s hands lying weight on his back to pin him down while he pounded his brains out of him. And soon that awareness turned to discomfort turned to desperation.

“Bushman,” he managed through gritted teeth, very much out of breath.

Sniper ignored him.

“Bushman,” he tried again. “I’m—I need you to touch me.”

Sniper ignored him.

“Sniper, touch me!” he said more demandingly.

“And what if I don’t?” Sniper asked, admittedly a little breathless himself from the pleasure and movement, jaw tight as he held on to his concentration in an iron hold. “And what if I bugger you until your eyes cross and then leave you here to sort yourself out, what then?”

“You wouldn’t,” Spy hissed, but he couldn’t quite look over his shoulder, and he fought Sniper’s weight on his back. “Just—just touch me!”

“Beg,” Sniper snarled, and Spy was reduced to shivering and moaning for a good few moments by the heat of it before he got enough of his brain together to speak.

“Fine, please, please touch me,” he managed, shame palpable as he did, and Sniper did, and all Spy’s groaning and carrying on and finally the noise he made as he reached his peak were enough to push Sniper there, too, and he gave a couple more thrusts for good measure before he swore hard into the overheated air between them.

He disengaged one point of contact at a time, breathing hard and having a little trouble keeping his balance as he did so. “You right?” Sniper asked, voice rough.

A noise of affirmation from Spy.

“You done having a tantrum? Ready to go back to being a buggering professional about this?”

Another noise of affirmation.

“Good. Next time you see me, you try to kill me and that’s it,” Sniper said firmly.

Spy murmured an agreement, and probably meant to say more, but Sniper promptly picked up his kukri and put it through Spy’s back.

He at least got back dressed and took a few shots before Spy next stabbed him.

Hell Hath No Fury

Series: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Charlie & Vaggie

Words: 2,040

Genres: Hurt/Comfort, Romance

A/N: Just a little something for after the pilot episode. God knows how long it'll be until we see more of this series, so just have this for now.

[Disclaimer: I do not own Hazbin Hotel.]

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Hell Hath No Fury

After all is said and done in terms of 'hiring the new staff' of their hotel that evening, Vaggie can't convince Charlie to break away from the sketchy-as-fuck demons quickly enough.

Charlie spends a good amount of time zipping around the place, asking everyone if they're 'okay' in their new surroundings, asking if there's anything they 'need,' and then quite literally singing the praises of all the amazing and incredible work they're going to accomplish together.

Vaggie stays back, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, muttering all the while. She keeps an eye on the lot of them, especially Alastor. For now, he doesn't seem to be doing anything more dangerous than making random demons appear for cleaning staff. But she still doesn't trust him, and she probably never will.

With Charlie bursting with so much energy and excitement, it takes Vaggie a good hour or so to finally grab ahold of her and remind her of the long day they've had; from the failure of the news interview to the present moment, it's been a lot.

She eventually coaxes her away from the so-called 'staff' and up to their room, reasoning with her that the literal Princess of Hell and head honcho around here needs to be well-rested and ready for anything. Charlie follows her, but not after waving exuberantly goodnight to all the others. She's humming and buzzing all the way up to their door, a dire contrast to Vaggie's silent, churning distrust.

Vaggie fishes out her room key and rattles the door open before stomping her way in, muttering nonstop. Their room is, of course, one of the best the somewhat-run-down hotel has to offer, with all the necessary furniture, a bathroom, and a sizable bed.

Vaggie crosses the room to the window, hoping some fresh air might help clear her bustling mind. But as soon as she jerks it open, a cloud of smog and cigarette smoke wafts in from who-knows-where and makes her gag. She slams the window shut again before storming over to her dresser, tearing off her clothes in exchange for her black-and-purple nightgown.

All the while, Charlie watches her. She's fallen silent now, her smile faded. She'd changed into her own pink nightgown quietly, leaving the dress shirt, pants, and overalls for tomorrow's laundry. Now, she sits on her side of the bed, knees pulled up to her chest and face half-buried in them as she watches her girlfriend hiss and curse.

Vaggie has been so consumed by her frustrations all evening long she hasn't calmed down for much longer than a second at a time. Her blood is boiling and her skin is crawling. Even now as she sits in front of the vanity, she yanks the brush through her hair and rips the pink ribbon out from the force of her motions, then angrily puts it back in and continues brushing.

She just doesn't like this. She'd barely liked the idea of rehabilitating Angel, but she really doesn't like having Alastor and all his creepy little henchmen scuttling around under their noses. She doesn't trust him one bit.

And what frustrates her even more is that she knows she wouldn't stand a chance against him if it ever came to an altercation. She'd seen his power with her own eyes tonight, how he'd summoned a massive demon out of literally nowhere.

She hates this. She hates that she knows she wouldn't be able to protect Charlie if push came to shove. All she wants is to keep her safe, and yet they'd just let one of the most dangerous and powerful demons in all of Hell into their front door. There's no way they can work with him, no way that he's actually on their side, no way they can-

"Vaggie…?"

The voice comes from behind her, small and timid. Vaggie pauses in her violent hair-brushing to actually look at her reflection in the mirror - fuming and ruffled like a madwoman. Behind her, huddled up on the bed, is a small pink bundle.

Vaggie drops her brush and whirls around instantly to face her. Charlie peeks up at her a little nervously.

"Are you… Are you still mad at me…?"

Vaggie honestly wishes she could wring her own neck right then and there. Because all this time, she's been cursing and slamming things around because she'd been worried about Charlie.

And yet, she's been the one worrying her the most.

Just like that - like someone had snapped their fingers and broken a curse - every drop of anger and frustration drains from Vaggie's body and mind when she sees Charlie looking so small and fretful.

The princess blinks, then looks away nervously.

"I-I mean, it's okay. I get it if you're still mad… You did specifically tell me not to let him in and I… did just that…"

Vaggie finally snaps herself out of her trance and makes her way over to the bed, crawling on slowly.

"Hey," she murmurs, much more gently than anything else she's said today. She reaches out to touch Charlie's shoulder softly, her tone quiet with apology. "I'm not mad at you, Charlie. I never was."

Charlie looks up at her a little hopefully, but also a little skeptically.

"Really? Cuz you seem kind of… pissed off…"

Vaggie wishes she could punch herself in the face.

"Gaah- I know, I know! But I'm not mad at you, Charlie! I swear! Cross my heart and hope to- Well, you know."

Charlie flashes her a cute little smile for the attempted joke. Vaggie smiles back. The only times she ever actually does smile are the times she's with her.

Charlie bites her lip, glancing first to the hand on her shoulder, then back up to Vaggie.

"So… you're really not mad at me…?"

Vaggie shakes her head in earnest.

"Of course not. I'm sorry if it seemed that way."

Charlie breathes a tiny sigh of relief, but she still has that nervous look wavering in her eyes.

"But you are unhappy with some of the decisions I've made, right?"

"Charlie…" Vaggie can't take it anymore. Seeing her like this is breaking her heart. She wraps her arms around her, resting her chin on top of her head. "You made whatever decisions you felt were right. You followed your instincts and your heart. You did what you felt was best for this hotel - for your dream. I could never be mad at you. Especially not for anything like that."

Charlie exhales, and it feels a little shaky. She looks up at her again, but the nervousness is gone now.

"Thanks, Vaggie."

Charlie reciprocates the embrace, wrapping both arms around her slowly and giving a good squeeze. Vaggie returns it with equal force. She lets her nails card through Charlie's hair, from the softer smoother side to the wavier side and all down her back. Charlie exhales again, nuzzling her face into Vaggie's shoulder.

"What a relief. I-I don't know what I'd do without you on my side, Vaggie. You're all I've got in the end…"

"Hey…" Vaggie eases her back a little, making sure Charlie is looking at her. "I am always on your side, you got that? No matter what. Even if Hell freezes over because of it, I don't give a crap. I'm standing with you, Charlie. Till the end, and whatever comes after that. And that's a promise." She dips down to kiss Charlie's lips sweetly. She feels her smile, feels that cute little poke of her fangs as she kisses back.

"Thanks, Vaggie." Charlie wipes her eyes that had nearly started to water. Her naturally-rosy cheeks seem a little puffier, as if she'd been crying when Vaggie couldn't see her. But she seems much better now with the misunderstanding cleared up. However, she still has questions. "So then, if you weren't mad at me, what's the matter? You've been huffy all night. No offense."

"None taken," Vaggie sighs. "You're right. I'm just… I don't know. I don't trust those guys, and I don't know what to do about it, that's all. I'm sorry it came off the wrong way, though. I didn't mean to make you upset."

"I know you didn't." Charlie wiggles up close to her again, maintaining their loose embrace as they lean back against the pillows. "But don't worry about those guys. I'll keep an eye on them, and if anything goes wrong, I'll… I'll use my authority as Princess of Hell to ban them from the hotel! I'll give them a restraining order! Sound good?"

Vaggie can't help but burst out laughing. Leave it to this girl to think a restraining order would be able to stop some of the most powerful demons in Hell from bothering them. It's comical, but it's so, so Charlie. Vaggie hugs her again.

"I love you, y'know that?"

Charlie giggles.

"I know." She reaches up to cup Vaggie's face in her hands and kisses her again. "I'm glad you're smiling again. It's been kind of a crazy day, and I know I caused you a lot of stress. Sorry."

"Don't apologize. You're just working toward making your dream come true, and I agreed I'd be in it for the long haul. Sorry I made you think I was mad at you."

"It's okay!" Charlie beams. "You just wanna protect me. I know that. I really can look out for myself, but… it's really nice to know you're looking out for me too. It feels… kinda nice knowing you'd get so mad for my sake."

Vaggie chuckles. "Well, you know what they say; 'Hell hath no fury like a woman whose girlfriend is working with some of the most annoying and dangerous demons to ever exist in order to run a soul-rehabilitation hotel.'"

Charlie bursts out laughing; light, childish, bubbly little giggles that would put any heavenly angel to shame.

Vaggie's heart throbs. In all the disgusting, vial, murderously-grotesque layers of shit piled on top of all nine circles of Hell, Charlie's heartfelt hope and purity really don't belong. She may have been born to the King and Queen of Hell themselves, but she was definitely an angel.

In all this violence and chaos and darkness, Charlie is the flicker of a single tiny light. In spite of everything she's been through, everything she's seen, her heart is still pure. She still believes in people - these people - which is something Vaggie pretty much stopped doing a long time ago. She doesn't believe in anyone else anymore. Only Charlie.

Pulling her princess into another firm hug, Vaggie lies them both down and pulls the blankets up. Charlie turns toward her fully, her slim form fitting perfectly against Vaggie's. She wraps her arms around Vaggie's torso and nestles her face into her neck, cuddling up like some cute puppy.

Vaggie hugs her shoulders, still petting idly through her soft fluffy hair. She can feel the flutter of Charlie's heartbeat against her chest, quick but steady, eager to make her dreams a reality. Vaggie swears she'll do whatever it takes to help her achieve that goal, even if it might mean overthrowing Hell itself.

It really might come to that one day, but before her mind can wander too much, Charlie's soft angelic voice brings her back to the present again.

"Goodnight, Vaggie. Thank you for everything. I mean it."

Vaggie might have the burning strength of a million demons when she's really furious, but all it takes is one word from Charlie to have her melting.

"Night, Charlie. I love you."

"Love you."

And it's only here - in this dusty little room in the hazbin hotel for violent addicts, insane murderers, and bloodthirsty demons - where Vaggie and Charlie can truly feel safest in each other's arms; where all the raging fires of Hell combined couldn't possibly be warmer than this.

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A/N: They’re literally the perfect dynamic right off the bat. Charlie is her angel, her light, her healing (or at least I think so). I’m a total sucker for the angry explosive person just melting and being soft for the optimistic pure-hearted wholesome character.

Gosh, the possibilities for this show and these two are endless. So many good and bad things could happen to them, and I honestly can't wait to see how it all goes.

Survey #270

“please remain calm; the end has arrived. we cannot save you; enjoy the ride.”

Do you own pastel-colored pants? No. What type of lotion do you use? I don't really use it. Nothing seems to help how dry my skin is. What were your favorite clothing stores in high school? Hot Topic. If you could have a car in any color you wanted, which color? Pastel pink, but realistically (given a pink car would probably have a paint job I'd have to pay for, I assume?), I like burnt orange cars. Not too brown-ish, though. What is your favorite color, do you look good in it, & do you wear it a lot? Pink, probably not, and no. Name someone you know who hates pink. Idk. What is your favorite Avril Lavigne song? "Nobody's Home." Do you kill bugs? Sometimes. Depends. If they're in my house, most likely. Have you ever had a bedroom that had wallpaper on the walls? No. Do you own any rompers? No. What’s one thing you’ve done to celebrate Earth Day? I made a birdhouse out of a milk carton once. Animal Planet taught me lol. Do you use window clings (aka window stickers)? No. What color is your stapler? Black. Do you have a desk that you sit at in your room? Ugh, no, but that's one reason I want to move to somewhere I have a bigger room for a desk so I don't do everything in my damn bed. What do you miss about college? Feeling like I was worth something and on a "proper" path. Was your middle school crush the same as your high school crush? No. What is/was your dream school? I never had a "dream" school. Do you wish you could talk to someone about your past? If so, who? Idk, probably someone. What motivates you? Music and/or videos on whatever subject I could use motivation in, like self-care on my bad days. Have you ever completed a weight loss program? No. Tried, though. When was the last time you did something for the first time? I went through a doctor appointment entirely without Mom just a few days ago; she had to stay in the car due to chemo, so I filled stuff out, checked in/out alone, answered questions on my own, that business. I'm entirely aware it's sad as hell that a 24 y/o did that for the first time, but if you knew just how dependent I am on my mom, you'd get it. Which do you prefer: Valentine’s Day or Easter? Valentine's when I actually have someone to celebrate with, but I love Easter as an aunt with how excited the kids are about candy and all. Easter sorta rubs me the wrong way though since, y'know, Christianity essentially stole and rebuilt it. Do you wait until the last minute to decorate, or do you decorate early? I myself don't even decorate. Mom only does for Christmas, and it's very last minute. What’s your favorite Starbucks drink? I don't drink Starbucks. What were you wearing in the last good selfie you took? *checks phone* uh the one where I'm wearing a red tank top is okay. That's all you can see cuz FUCK taking full-body pics of me. What’s on your wish list right now? Ha, I actually have a list in my phone of things I really want/need to buy when I can. A few include a bigger terrarium to Venus, a treadmill, an Unus Annus shirt before the channel and thus merch expire, glasses for driving... What do you use to sweeten your tea? I don't drink tea. Have you ever owned an expensive eyeshadow palette? No, I don't wear enough colors or makeup in general to warrant buying one. When was the last time you stepped outside of your comfort zone? The aforementioned doctor visit. How would you rate your self-esteem? Low, healthy, or high? Low as like, the deepest oceanic trench probs. Do you own a tripod for your camera? Yeah. Were you a bigger fan of Lindsay Lohan or Hilary Duff? Hilary. Do you make Halloween costumes out of clothes from your closet? Only ever to just be a goth to live out my inner fantasy of regularly flaunting that aesthetic. Do you enjoy putting outfits together? Not particularly. Would you rather it rain or snow? Snow! What does your umbrella look like? Don't have one. What’s one thing you’ve had a toxic reaction to? Do you mean like, emotionally/mentally toxic? I'm guessing probably yes. Even though parts of it were entirely realistic, understandable reactions/behaviors, I most definitely had some toxicity in me regarding the breakup, too. Which do you prefer: cropped tops or tunic tops? Uggghhhh, both are so cute. On me, I'd only ever wear tunic tops, but on others, I tend to find cropped tops cuter. What’s a style or trend that you think is ridiculous? I don't pay enough attention to this to really know... hm. Yeah, idk. Which YouTuber do you want to be more like? I could only dream of being as motivated and smart and determined and "I can do this shit" as Markiplier jfc I Love One Man Only. Do you like stuffed animals? EEEEEEEEK yes!!!! What was your favorite class in high school? Art. Have you ever gotten straight A’s in a class? If so, which classes? Yes; not to brag whatsoever, but too many for me to remember. I remember I got my very first B in 5th grade in I think math, and I was so bummed out. Were there any subjects that you got a perfect SAT score in? If so, what? I don't think so. Are you happy today? If so, what made you happy today? I'm content-ish, not happy, but also not unhappy. Is your bed right by a window? There's one to my upper right and middle left, but my bed's not exactly against either. Do you spend more time in your bedroom or your living room? I barely leave my bedroom. Which holiday is your favorite to decorate for? Halloween, if I actually did decorate. Do you name stuffed animals still? Very rarely. Depends on what it is, the importance, etc. What titles did you win in the senior class polls? I FUCKIN READ THIS AS "TITTIES" AND WAS JUST LIKE... Anyway, none. Were you popular in school? No. If you’re from the US, what states have you lived in? Only NC. Who was your best roommate? Well, Jason, if he even counted as a "roommate." Was your first roommate your best roommate? See above, considering idk if he fits the term; if he does, then yes. What’s the best family vacation you’ve ever been on? Disney World. Have you ever wanted to be a model? No. What years did you attend prom? Sophomore (bf was a senior and he took me) and senior. What do you want to be for Halloween? I was recently listening to a metal version of Oogie Boogie's song from TNBC and it hit me: MISS Oogie Boogie. A fat bitch could pull that shit off, watch me ho. Which member of your family are you closest to? My mom. If you have any regrets, what is the biggest one? If not, why do you have no regrets? Letting a boy become absolutely all that mattered and more to me. Would you ever apply to be on reality TV? Why? Ew, no. I don't need any more people judging me and my life. What is the best thing that has ever happened to you? The partial hospitalization program that saved my life, literally. Do you have a hard time letting things go? It depends on what it is, but generally, yes. I recently realized one of my greatest flaws: I respond very, very poorly to loss, in any way. Looking back on people (especially people), events, other things... a negative, chronic reaction to loss is present throughout. What have you accomplished in life that has made you the most happy? Emotionally healed, a lot. I don't think some things will ever fully scar over, but nevertheless, I don't mentally have fuckin gashes in me. Have you ever struggled with your weight? Ever since the breakup, yes. I thought I was slightly fat before then, but looking at pictures now, I just think "damn hunny u look gud" and realize I was perfectly healthy. But anyway, I was put on a medication called Abilify (full-on name droppin', fuck this med), and it MURDERED my metabolism. I could eat a fuckin carrot and gain five pounds, probably. Emotional eating probably contributed too, but here's the thing: my current doctor took me off of it, knowing the moment I mentioned it that it was not only bad for me and my conditions but also responsible for the extreme weight gain? Pounds dropped like a ton of bricks, and this started before my emotional eating began to die off and regulate. I lost around 80 pounds just from dropping a goddamn pill. Cue college essay-long rant here about how my body image was slaughtered, how much I loathe the fucking doc that kept me on the med and blamed everything on me, and now how I've been stuck weight-wise for two years despite a vast plethora of methods to continue shedding a;sdlkfajkwlelawe GUYS I could rant til my hypothetical great-grandchildren die. When you are out with your friends are you loud and outgoing or shy and reserved? It depends on who the friend is, where we are, etc., but generally, I'm just awkward, trying to be outgoing when in fact I'm questioning every single thing I say and do al;wekjrkawde this survey has taken a TURN. Do you like to stay in your pajamas all day long? I don't leave my pj's unless I have to leave the house and go inside somewhere besides like, a gas station or something that's just "whatever." In high school did you have a lot of friends? Do you still keep in touch? I wouldn't say a *lot*, no, but not a tiny amount, either. The only one I ever still see is Girt, but I keep up with many on Facebook via the like button and shit, ha. Do you really care about such issues as abortion, religion, and global warming? Fuck yes I do. Who is the biggest womanizer you know? Juan sure was, but I haven't been in contact with him for years. Would you ever have a threesome? No. Who is the most attractive person you know? Of those I personally know-know, my answer will probably always be Alon like jc she's beautiful. When did you last feel the most free? ZOINKS we can't ask that question in America rn. Is there anyone who likes (or liked) you and had a really hard time getting over you? I don't know. Did you ever love someone and feel like it was wrong? Love? No. Well, before I realized I was bi, maybe Mini counts, as then I was anti-LGBT and couldn't even imagine myself as anything but straight. What’s your favorite bug? Butterflies. What’s the longest amount of time you liked/loved somebody for? Yeesh... I still can't say with absolute confidence I no longer love Jason at all, whom I started dating in 2012 and went head over heels for. What song makes you cry? There's a few that are capable of it sometimes, but do fucking not play "Stairway To Heaven" if I'm within 10 miles of you. "Another Life" by MiW usually makes me tear up towards the end, but it normally doesn't get that far anymore. Do you like rock or rap music better? Rock, as I'm not a rap fan. If you could watch someone change, would you? Yes let me live my life a;lsdkfjaws Ever known someone with an eating disorder? I don't know. I think maybe? Have you ever had a white Christmas? I think? The best snow we ever got was late Christmas night though, and the next morning was a total whiteout. What’s something you want to do but aren’t sure of yet? Hm. Idk. I'm pretty sure of most things I want to do. Biggest lie you ever told? I'm not entirely sure and I'd rather not search for one. Do you have a religion? I don't fit perfectly into any. I relate most with Neo-Paganism, but even that I deviate from some. Believe that there is a point to churches? I mean sure, people have the right to believe in/worship what they want to, and some people get a lot of joy and reassurance out of going. How do eat Oreos? "I split them in half and lick the cream before eating the cookie." <<<< Converse or Vans? Idc. Eh, maybe Converse, but idk. Dancing or watching others dance? I love watching others dance, it's why I enjoyed dance recitals and competitions. Favorite thing to touch/feel? My cat! <3 Rather be in a tornado or a large earthquake? Both would be horrifying, but I guess earthquake. I've had an outrageous fear of tornadoes since I was very little. Would you rather Santa or the Easter Bunny actually exist? Santa, duh. Would you rather spread gossip or start a fight? Start a fight, I guess. Trying to sully someone's name with false information would haunt me way more than starting an understandable fight. What has been the best New Year's for you so far & why? I don't know. What is the weirdest fear you’ve ever heard of someone having? Do you have any weird fears, and if so, what are they? Uhhh I think maybe butterflies? Idk, even that's not too weird considering it's an insect, and that's common. I'm personally absolutely terrified of pregnancy and also whale sharks scare me quite a bit. ig that's weird. How did you find Tumblr? lol how could you not know at some point as a teen on the Internet. What of the 8 wonders of the world do you find the most fascinating, if any? I had to look them up lmao. I guess the Great Pyramid of Giza. I in general find Egyptian culture and art to be very cool. Do you have a webcam? If you do, do you ever use it and what for? I mean, it's built into the laptop. I never use it. What is something that you think is really underrated? The band Otep, for one. I mean they're not small, but I don't think most people interested in the metal genre know them. OH and then there are A LOT of YouTube artists that MADLY deserve to be signed. I have a large chunk of metal musicians I listen to, and those especially like Jonathan Young blow my fucking mind they haven't technically "made it," even if they have a large subscriber base. Have you ever had a dream where you died? Did anything weird happen to your body after it? Yes, a few. Now hang with me, okay? One of my worst nightmares as a kid involved the wicked witch from TWoO turning me into one of those fucking party things that you blow into it and the paper unfurls and her using it killed me. Yo idk. I was really scared of that witch as a kid. What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had? How about the most realistic? It involved my dad and that's all that needs to be said. Realistic? Hm. This was SO long ago that I barely remember *just* how real it felt, but I remember it felt real as fuck. I was very little when this happened. I dreamed that I went outside to our porch because there was a weird light and when I stepped outside, a swan and a goose flew down from the light onto the porch to become my late grandpa and my deeply beloved cat Midnight, who died from sickness. I'm sure it was just a dream now, but back then, I was VERY convinced it was like a vision from God or something, telling me they were okay and with us. Do you have a favorite fashion trend? What is it? Is there a fashion trend right now that you think is completely ridiculous, and if so, what? What do you think was the worst fashion trend of all time? I don't care about fashion enough to go in depth about all this. I'll tell you right now though that mullets were the worst mistake known to mankind. Do you tend to like original horror movies or re-makes better? What’s your favorite horror movie? Is it an original or a remake? If you're remaking an old one, I'll probably like it more since they're generally not nearly as cheesy. Modern horror movies, I don't have much of a preference. My fave is The Blair Witch Project, and it's an original. What is one characteristic in a person that you cannot stand? What characteristics do you like best in a person? Do you possess any of these characteristics? Those that act violent when they're angry, for one. Those scare me. Some traits that I really like are compassion, patience, genuineness, empathy, kindness just for the sake of being so, stuff like that. I'd like to think I've got some of those. It's notable that in my nightmares, I'm way more violent than I actually am, though. What kind of jeans do you like best? When I actually wore jeans, they were like solely skinny jeans. What has been the most traumatic experience of your life? Does it still bother you? A very abrupt and poorly-executed breakup after a long-term relationship and falling way, way too hard to be healthy. Does it still bother me? PTSD is stapled on my fucking forehead if you know the slightest about it. I've healed a whole lot, but I'm pretty sure it's a scar that's never going to even fully seal.