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Never Have I Ever… | E.M x Virgin!Reader
TJ’s 2K Request celebration!
@nailbatanddungeon : “I have a request for youuu. Okay, this is Eddie x Virgin!reader, reader is still new to everything, but there is one thing that the reader needs but is scared to push because the reader is TOUCH STARVED (So am I)”
Cw: reader and Eddie are in their mid to late 20’s, touch starved virgin!reader, angst, fluff, alcohol, throwing up(too much alcohol consumption), hangovers, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, protected sex. Friends to lovers
WC: 3.1k
I hope you enjoy!! 💗
“You’ll get there; you’re just a late bloomer, is all”
A late bloomer, you’ve heard it your whole life- and you’re sick of it. Sick of feeling behind in life? You’re in your twenties now and getting absolutely shit-faced because you’ve never done anything in this game of never have I ever.
You, Nancy, Steve, Eddie, Robin, Jonathan, and a few others were at the block party, and you somehow ended up involved in the juvenile game.
“Never have I ever kissed the same gender,” you drank.
“Never have I ever dumped anyone,” you drank.
“Never have I ever smoked weed,” you drank.
“Never have I ever said the wrong name in bed.” That’s rich because you’ve never been in a bed with anyone to begin with.
You hadn’t relized how much you’ve had to drink until you stood up.
“Woah, you okay?” You hear Nancy speak as you wobble.
You had wanted to get up and get more to drink because, unlike the others, your cup was empty.
“Yeah.” You tried to get out, but it sounded more like a grunt to the others.
Ignoring their protests, you stumbled your way back to the kitchen, feeling sorry for yourself.
You fumble with the lid of the hard liquor bottle until a strong ring-clad hand clasps over yours. You freeze, pissed off and embarrassed, knowing who the hand belongs to.
Even in your inebriated state, you get that same feeling whenever he is around you. You feel the heat in your cheeks instantly as the butterflies in your stomach irrupts.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Sweetheart.”
You look down, not wanting to see the look on his face.
“I don’t care” you slur. God, you will hate yourself in the morning.
Of all people, it had to be Eddie to come and check on you?
That’s how he was—always worried, always babying you because you “weren’t experienced in life,” according to his words, and it made you mad! It made you seem like a child, and you were sick of people treating you as such. You were a grown woman, you had a 9:00-5:00, an apartment, and a degree, but none of that mattered—not when it came to dating and love.
“Sweetheart, please, you need to slow down.”
“Why?” You rolled your eyes. “I’m a big girl I can handle my alcohol.” You huffed.
“I just think— "
"IM TIRED OF WHAT YOU THINK!" you've had enough. No one took you seriously, and you couldn't help that Eddie happened to be the only one to feel your wrath.
"Woah, okay-okay, I’m sorry."
“I’m sick of everyone treating me like a child!" the dam broke, and streams of mascara fell down your cheeks.
"I don't think you're a child." Eddie timidly reached out his comforting hand.
"Yes, you do."
"When have— "
"ANY TIME WE ARE OUT, EDDIE! Like last week at the bar, I was so close to getting that guy's number and you swooped in acting like my father!"
"Sweetheart I—"
"Don't sweetheart me!" You cut him off once again. "It's demeaning."
"y/n. Let me take you home. We can talk about this tomorrow."
"I don’t want to."
"Too bad we are going." Eddie no longer gave you a choice. He took your hand and started to pull you along with him.
You stumbled, tripping over your feet because your balance was gone completely.
“Woah, see my point exactly.”
“Shut up.” You mumble, and Eddie can’t help but stifle a laugh. You were so cute.
Eddie didn’t mean to make you think you were juvenile…. He admired you and wanted to protect you; you were a woman to him, all women. He liked you; he really liked you. The only reason he swoops in is because he doesn’t want you with anyone who isn’t him, not because he doesn’t think you’re not capable… He dreams about how capable you can be. He just didn’t have the balls to say it to your face.
The thought of you not having any experience never even crossed his mind. He still had no clue you’d never been intimate with someone; he didn’t even know how inexperienced you were until the game. He watched and raised an unknowing brow each time you took a gulp.
Eddie took your keys from your hands and unlocked your front door for you. The whole car ride had been eerily silent. You didn’t dare speak a word without the threat of vomit coming up with it.
You silently stumbled into your home. Eddie followed closely behind. He helped you take off your sneakers. He led you to the bathroom and found some makeup wipes to help you take off your makeup, but halfway through, you turned to the toilet as the tequila made its way back up.
That’s when you broke; you were so embarrassed. “What’s wrong with me?” You cried.
“Nothing is wrong with you, swee-.” But he cut himself off, remembering that you scolded him earlier in the evening.
“Yes, there is something wrong with me! Nobody wants me.”
“That’s not true.” Eddie stroked the back of your head as you emptied out the contenders of your stomach into the porcelain bowl.
“Then why am I still a virgin?!” You sobbed.
Eddie was stunned, speechless. He had no idea. He just thought you didn’t like sharing your sex life, not that you didn’t have one.
So he let you cry into his chest. Your tears stained his shirt, but he didn’t care; he was here to take care of you.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” he guided you after he helped you ride your mouth out.
You crashed as soon as your head hit the pillow. Eddie thought of leaving but was worried you would need him if you woke up, so he took the couch.
You awoke with a throbbing pain pounding in your head. You were never drinking again. The night was murky; you started remembering bits and pieces but not everything. You get up and notice the bottle of painkillers and a glass of water you definitely didn’t put there.
Then you remembered Eddie bringing you home and let out an aggravated groan. How could you have been so messy? And in front of Eddie, out of all people? Why couldn’t Robin and Nancy bring you home? What did you say to him? Were you mean? Did you yell at him? You remember crying, but the reasoning was foggy.
You begrudgingly take the water and pills and almost gag, trying to get them down, but you manage. You also smell like a minibar, so you strip and walk to your bathroom.
After a long hot shower, you get dressed and must put some food into your empty stomach.
You walked past a sleeping Eddie, not seeing him curled up in the living room, and started noisily making yourself some breakfast.
“Is that the way you wake up all your guests?”
You screamed as you threw the fork you had in fright.
“Eddie, what the fuck?!” You clench your chest as you take big breaths to calm your racing heart.
“Sorry, Angel”
Angel… that’s new? It’s always been sweetheart.
“I didn’t know you stayed?”
“Yeah… you um. Were in pretty rough shape last night, I didn’t want you to be alone... so I slept in the couch. I hope that’s okay”
“Thank you, Eddie, I’m sorry I ruined your night.” You looked down, ashamed.
“You didn’t ruin it.” He shook his head.
“Well, I owe you one,” you giggle awkwardly. Eddie and you hardly ever hang out one-on-one.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like absolute shit.” You hand Eddie a black coffee.
“Yeah, well, you really went hard in that game of never have I ever.”
You met out a moan of embarrassment. Your memory came flooding back.
Mortification consumed you as you didn’t want to look Eddie in the eyes. You cried in his arms last night after you puked your guys out.
“Oh god”
“It’s okay, Angel. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“What happened to sweetheart?” You tried to change the subject.
“You said it was demeaning…”
“Oh god, I did?” You peek up and see Eddie silently nod his head yes.
“I’m sorry, it’s not… I like the nickname. I just…. I was feeling so emotional last night, and the alcohol.” You tried not to gag at the thought.
“S’all good.” He shrugged. But he was replaced to hear you liked being called sweetheart. It suited you; he didn’t call anyone else that, either. It was reserved just for you.
“Um, so about last night, you mentioned nobody wanting you….” Oh god, was he really doing this now? “I don’t think that’s true.” Yes, he was.
“Huh?” You sit up, taking a sip of your coffee.
“You cried about how you didn’t think anyone wanted you, but it’s not true… I want you.”
Did you hear that right? Did you get water in your ears from the shower?
“You do?” Your eyes widen.
“Yeah,” he looks at you sheepishly.
“Oh?” You were in shock.
“Shit-I-I’m sorry, I ruined everything.” Eddie stood up, but you stood up with him, not wanting him to leave.
“No, Eddie, wait!” You grab his shoulder and turn him to face you. You couldn’t let him leave, not now.
“Sweeetheart, please let me be mortified in peace.”
“Kiss me.”
Eddie stares at you before you tell him one more time.
“Kiss me, Eddie.”
Then you feel his hands grip the back of your head and pull you in.
You didn’t think anything could cure your hangover but this comes pretty damn close.
You melt into his touch, his hands cup your head, your hands find his waist. It feels right, so right you think you’re floating.
No one had kissed you in what felt like years, and maybe it had been, but it was worth the wait.
Hands danced around one another’s bodies, and tongues and teeth clashed. It was messy; it was needy.
“Woah woah woah, sweetheart, hold on.” Eddie pulled back breathlessly.
“What’s wrong?” You look up at him, concerned…. Had he changed his mind?
“I think we should slow down.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Sweetheart, it’s okay. We have time.”
“No.” You shook your head. “I’ve waited long enough.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t think—"
"No! I need this, I want this." You look him dead in the eyes.
"You tell me if you want to stop, okay? Promise me."
"Okay, Eddie."
Eddie waists, not another second to take you in a feverish kiss. His hands roam your body, landing on your ass. It excites you so much you can feel the familiar tingling ruminating lower and lower.
You moan his name and press your whole body into his; you need to feel him, all of him… and you can. His hard cock is digging into your hip bone, and you connect your bodies.
Stumbling back without breaking the kiss, Eddie leads you to your bedroom. You fall backwards onto your bed with a gasp.
hovering above you is Eddie. You can see the lust behind his eyes as he scans your body.
"If im doing anything you don't like, tell me. This is about you, okay?"
“Okay,” you breathe as he lowers down to his knees. You watch his hands run up the tops of your thighs before spreading them wider so he can have access to where he wants you the most.
Running his fingers down your centre, you can’t help but moan at the feeling. You are greedy; you want to feel everything all at once.
Wasting no more time, you pull down the stretchy waistband of your pants and yank your underwear down with it. No time to be self-conscious- the need to feel Eddie fueled your desire.
“Beautiful,” Eddie whispered as he left a trail of kisses up your thigh, hovering just above your mound.
“Can I taste you?”
“Yes, please. Take care of me, I want it so bad,” You whine desperately. If you weren’t so horny, you’d be embarrassed by your words, but with Eddie, everything felt right.
Eddie’s lips latched into your soaked pussy, and you watched as his eyes rolled back in enjoyment. He didn’t hold back; he wanted this to be the best head of your life, even if it’s the only head of your life. You grip his hair in your fist, not expecting the pleasure to ripple through you so quickly.
“Taste so good, sweetheart; I wanna live in this pussy.”
“Oh god!” You cry as a single digit breaches your wanton hole.
Slowly, with his tongue and his finger pumping into you, you’re nearly there. Considering how long you’ve waited for this moment, it doesn't take much more. You’re cumming within minutes.
“Good girl, you okay?” he slaps the inside of your thigh and your body jerks.
“More,” you beg. It wasn’t enough; nothing would be able to satiate you until his cock was deep inside you.
“You sure? We can stop if you’re not ready”
“Need you now.” You grab him by the shirt collar and pull him towards you for a searing kiss.
“Okay,” he mumbles into your mouth, crawling up your body.
You loved the feel of his weight on top of you, consuming you with every kiss.
“Want you, Eddie” you moan as your hands toy with the hem of his shirt.
“You have me.” He dips his head lower to caress your throat with his lips.
Your breath hitches when you feel his teeth scrape across your soft, delicate skin.
Eddie didn’t lift his head until he was satisfied with the dark mark left on your neck.
When he unlatched from your throat, you demanded he take his clothes off.
Eddie loved your eagerness; he saw a spunk in you that he could only have dreamed of.
You also removed the rest of your clothing as he stripped.
When Eddie removed his last layer over his head, he couldn’t help but ogle your body, the way your head sunk into the pillows, your breasts, your soaked pussy on display for him. He was devouring you with his eyes.
You motion him to you with a single finger, breaking him out of the trace you put him under.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” Eddie was like a feline the way he crawled up on the bed to you.
The heat rushed to your cheeks; somehow, this felt more intimate than what he was doing between your legs a moment ago.
“I want you,” you repeat yourself.
Eddie cups your face, and you cup his in return. His eyes bore into your soul, leaving not a trace unturned as he searched your entire being before kissing you one more.
You moan into his mouth, and Eddie’s cock grazes your mound collecting your slick as his hips ground into you.
“Ready?” He asked desperately; he needed to be inside of you.
“Yes.”
He quickly got up and you moaned,
“What are you?- oh,” you blush
You see him reach for his pants pocket for his wallet as he pulls out a condom.
Quickly he rips it open, and your mouth waters as he rolls it over his cock. This is the first time you’re seeing what he looks like down there, and you’re getting nervous because how is that supposed to fit?
“Sweetheart? You'll be okay.” He smirks.
Cocky, shit.
“If I have to ask you again, I’m going to do this myself.” You huffed.
“Oh really? How do you suppose that?” He pounced back on top of you.
“I have my toys.”
Eddie’s head drops back. “We will get back to that later. Now I’m going to fuck you.”
“Finally”
Eddie doesn’t respond. He just slowly slides his cock through your slick folds collecting your natural lube before inching his way inside of you.
“I need you to relax, sweetheart.” You naturally clench around him. He was so tickled and long. Never had you felt so full, but little did you know Eddie was only a quarter-way in.
“Fuck you’re big,” you gasp.
“No need to stroke my ego, baby girl”
That made your pussy clench down again.
“Oh, you like that?”
You nod your head, yes, unable to speak.
“Noted”
You could kill him if he wasn’t making you feel so good.
“Eddie!” You scream as he finally reaches the hilt, gripping him like a koala you don’t want to let go.
“Fuck, this pussy is so tight” Eddie slowly works his hips in and out of you; with each thrust, you can feel his bush brush against your clit, and it sends a tingle down your spine.
You moan in response; everything feels like it is on fire; never had you expected this level of sex. No wonder everyone is obsessed with it.
“Harder”
“You sure”
“Yes, god yes!”
Eddie's hips snap into you with such force your head almost hits the headboard. The bed is rocking; you have never experienced something so wanted, so needed, so absolutely taken over by someone else.
“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!” You chant his name, which only makes him go harder. His fingers dug into your hips, gripping you so hard, not ever wanting to let you go.
“Fuck me, this pussy s'good.” He spits through his teeth. His primal side is showing, and you can't get enough.
Nothing can again amount to this amount of pleasure; you're ruined for life.
"You close, baby girl?" Edie smirks when he feels you clamp don't on his cock when he spits out the words.
A guttural moan is unleashed from your throat in response because, god, you're so close.
The pressure building inside of you is about to burst as Eddie's calloused fingers find your sensitive clit.
"Come on baby, I know you gotta another one for me. I know you do."
Eddies words tipped you over the edge. Your body seized as his thick cock continued to pump into your greedy pussy. Your orgasm took over, and Eddie watched you silently scream for him.
Before you became overstimulated, Eddie also came shortly after, only a few more pumps, and he spilled himself into the condom.
With Eddie beside you huffing and puffing, you couldn't wipe the stupid grin off your face.
"That good, huh?"
"I don't want to stroke your ego, but yeah... fuck me" You hid your face.
"I just did." Eddie rolled over to kiss all over your face and you can't help but giggle.
"I hope we can do that again," you shy away.
"Oh, we are one thousand percent doing that again. "
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hiii! I’m here to request a scenario (headcanon? Drabble? it doesn’t rlly matter; do whatever fits best, just as long as Yuta and Megumi is in it :3, you can add another character if you want or something!!) when the reader is being admired/stalked by another person? Like jjk men hear a snap sound and whip their head to see someone taking a picture of reader, or jjk men noticing the same person commenting + viewing reader’s social medias all the time, etc etc! It doesn’t rlly matter how you want it to play out; do what you like :3
STALKER IN SIGHT?!
featuring: fushiguro megumi. yuuta okkotsu. gojo satoru. itadori yuuji.
n. thanku for the request and the creative liberty on this one nonnie <3 have fun seeing them all protective with their own ways for you !
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
megumi and you sat together in a quaint little café, savoring the warmth of your drinks and the comfort of each other's company, a faint click disrupted the moment. lost in conversation, you barely registered the sound, but megumi's keen senses picked it up immediately.
"what’s wrong?" you asked, puzzled by the slight shift in his demeanor. “i think someone just took a photo of us," he replied, tone tinged with concern.
you glanced around, but saw no one with a camera. "really? i didn't notice anyone."
he nodded, his gaze focused on a young man a few tables away, phone in hand, a smug grin on his face. without hesitation, megumi rose from his seat, his movements purposeful yet controlled.
with a protective instinct, he strode over to the guy, calmly but firmly retrieving their phone. "i'm sorry, but i'll have to delete that photo," he said, his voice carrying a subtle warning. as for the person, they were taken aback by his assertiveness, complied without hesitation.
“thank you," your boyfriend said, his tone polite yet tinged with a subtle warning. "we do appreciate your cooperation."
with that, he returned to your table, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. "sorry about that," he said, taking a sip of his black coffee. "i just wanted to make sure our moment wasn't interrupted."
GOJO SATORU
"babe, do you feel like we're being followed?" unsure, you sounded apprehensive.
he chuckled lightly, his gaze scanning the surroundings with practiced ease. "don't worry, darling. i've got my eyes on everything. if there's anyone following us, they'll regret it."
relieved by his assurance, you relaxed, allowing yourself to get lost in the beauty of the moment. but as the evening wore on, the feeling persisted, growing stronger with each passing minute. and then, out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of movement, a shadow flitting among the trees.
your boyfriend noticed first. his face clouded, and a flash of rage lit in his body. "stay close to me," he said, voice low and menacing.
"alright, enough is enough," he declared, cutting through the silence like a blade. "whoever you are, show yourself.”
“you don’t wanna get on my bad side, really.”
from the shadows emerged a figure, their features obscured by the fading light. "i-i... i just wanted to... to…"
your boyfriend’s eyes narrowed and his tolerance wore thin. with a quick burst of speed, he closed the distance between them in an instant, his palm clutching the stalker's collar like a vice. "you just wanted to do what?" stalk us? follow us around like a creep?” gojo’s aura exuded an undeniable terror that sent shocks down the stalker's body.
the stalker trembled beneath his grasp, their breath coming in shallow gasps. "i... i'm sorry, i didn't mean any harm. i just... i just wanted to be close to her."
gojo's grip tightened, eyes flashing with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the darkness. “if i ever catch you following us again," he threatened, "you'll wish you'd never laid eyes on us. understood?"
ITADORI YUUJI
together, you and itadori were enjoying a serene moment in the park, laughing and chatting as a gentle breeze rustled through the trees. the silence was abruptly broken, though, by the sound of surrounding camera shutters clicking.
itadori's smile faltered as he noticed a group of guys discreetly taking photos of you both. his expression turned from confusion to annoyance, his brows furrowing in irritation.
"not cool, dude," he called out, his sound firm but not overly aggressive.
the guys turned to look at him, their faces displaying a mixture of surprise and defiance. one of them chuckled nervously, attempting to brush off itadori's remark. "hey man, just capturing the moment, you know?"
your boyfriend, however, would not have it. his movements gave off a subdued threat as he walked towards the group. "i understand, but you’re making me and my girlfriend uncomfortable. so stop it.”
taking advantage of the crowd, one of the guys moved forward with aggression, their fists balled up with rage. "who do you think you are, telling us what to do?" itadori's muscles tensed, his gaze hardening in anticipation. however, he refrained, showing strength in his control, before things might get out of hand.
the guy, taken aback by itadori's composure, hesitated for a moment before backing down, his bravado replaced by a palpable sense of fear. "o-okay, man, we'll stop," he muttered, trembling slightly.
with a final warning glance, itadori returned to your side, a huge grin painting his lips. "as i was saying," he continued, as if the whole tragedy didn’t happen a few seconds ago. “we have to watch jennifer lawrence’s new movie together, babe, okay?”
YUUTA OKKOTSU
you were laughing and chatting as you looked through the shelves of a pleasant shop with yuuta, exploring the various products on exhibit. your boyfriend trailed along behind you, half-heartedly staring at a customer's phone nearby as you moved to make a purchase.
his expression shifted subtly as he noticed the username, the same one that had been relentlessly stalking you for months, liking and commenting on your social media posts. his jaw clenched with a mixture of concern and irritation, but he maintained his composure.
leaning casually against the counter, yuuta shot a seemingly innocuous question towards the customer, his tone deceptively casual. "the girl's pretty, huh?"
the customer, caught off guard by the sudden inquiry, hesitated for a moment before reluctantly answering, "y-yeah, she is."
with a small, knowing smile, yuuta straightened up, his gaze piercing as he delivered his response. "well, sucks for you, that's my girlfriend."
the customer's eyes widened in realization, a flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "i-i didn't mean any harm, i swear," he stammered.
yuuta's expression softened slightly, but his tone remained firm. "i don't care what your intentions were. you've been making her uncomfortable for months, and that ends now. stop stalking her, or you'll have me to deal with."
the customer nodded hastily, his hands trembling as he pocketed his phone and made a hasty exit, leaving behind a palpable sense of relief in his wake.
turning back to you with a soft smile, yuuta wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "what happened?" you asked with a chuckle, he was suddenly clinging onto you.
"nah, just grateful i have the prettiest girlfriend alive."
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Silence and Peace
Percy Jackson x fem!reader
Summary: Y/n doesn't like Percy very much, until one quiet night changes everything.
Warnings: use of Y/n, female reader, kinda suggestive, no specific cabin,
Wordcount: 1.8k
I'm back! If you have any requests or whatever, send them in! Though I might need a while to finish stuff right now :(
Btw, thinking of making a part 2 of this? What do you think?
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In the quiet hours of Camp Half Blood, when all campers were asleep and nobody could disturb her peace, Y/n sat on the beach. Watching the waves crash against the shore longingly like they were her second home. She watched the ocean come and go. She watched the sand cover her feet and making her sink deeper every time a wave came to her. For her, that was freedom. Long hours of silence. A peace so immaculate nobody could blame her for it. Nobody could make her drown in agony in those moments.
Not even Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon. The boy who watched her from afar one night and couldn’t look away ever since. He watched her helping other campers with a mesmerizing look in his eyes. One that screamed at everyone walking past, “that is gonna be my girl.”
And if she loved the ocean so much, she would love him the same, right? Wrong. She wasn’t his girl. She never even though about being his girl. He was always just Percy Jackson. The boy who bullied her for being older but still smaller than him. It wasn’t even that much of time between them. Seven months. Seven months was enough for him to make fun of her. Because Percy had no idea how to get a girls attention otherwise.
So that was his plan. Make her hate him if that was the only way for him to talk to her. Stupid boy.
Percy was stupid; you could ask about a dozen people and they would agree. He wasn’t dumb, but stupid. That kind of stupid that would get defeated by Annabeth after being distracted by a girl walking by. That kind of stupid that would stumble over his own feet when she approached him to complete her duties at camp. That kind of stupid that walked over to her one night and sat down next to her with nothing but static silence and the rapid sound of his heartbeat in his head. He was stupid in love.
“Why do you always watch the ocean but never go in?” He asked, scaring the girl and making her look at him wide eyed.
“I-” she began talking before shutting up. Every time she saw him, she prepared herself to get a snarky remark out of his mouth instead of a civil conversation. Though now he talked to her like a normal person. He talked to her like they were friends. “What are you doing here?”
Percy chuckled, averting his eyes from the moon towards her. Eyes sparkling, a kind of tiredness filling his face. “I don’t think you should be the one asking.”
It wasn’t meant mean. It wasn’t meant harmful in any way. However Y/n received enough comments with the same tone to roll her eyes and look away from him in annoyance. In her head, he wasn’t there to keep her company or even - dare I say - comfort. He was only there to annoy and tease her.
“Look, Percy, I was really enjoying my peace before you came, so maybe, would you be so kind, and leave me alone. Just this once. In the morning you can say whatever you wanna say to me, just not tonight,” she said, pulling her knees to her chest and letting her head rest on them, her voice tired and stifled.
Percy looked at the girl like she was going insane. Like somehow she murdered three people and wasn’t afraid for him to be the next. Which, Percy assumed, probably was one thought in her head at the moment. Even when he could never imagine her doing harm to anyone or anything. She was the smart, kind, classy girl in camp. The sweet, blooming field of flowers that everyone adored. Him included. He adored her.
“You know, when I’m seeking peace at night, I also visit the ocean,” he told her, making her look up at him. She was surprised he was still sat next to her, talking in tranquility. It felt foreign, yet normal in a fascinating sense to her. A person can be so different at night. Or was it only because he was at peace now? “Lately it felt like I visited a girl as well.”
It took her a moment, but then she understood what he meant. This wasn’t the first time he came here. It was, however, the first time he made himself known, which surprised her. When you think of Percy Jackson the first adjectives would be sarcastic, extroverted and brave not shy, calm and soft. At least not to her.
“You were watching me?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and, what Percy assumed to be disgust, but actually it was surprise. Y/n was surprised that he seemed interested in her.
“I also like to swim, but that wasn’t possible since you occupied the ocean’s attention for most of the time,” he told her, sighing in acted sadness.
Y/n laughed at his terrible performance, making him smile in return. “You should’ve just walked past. I would’ve been gone in a second if I knew it was you.”
Something in that sentence made Percy’s heart drop. Maybe it was the face that she would’ve been gone. Or maybe it was because she would’ve been gone because it was him. Anyway, something about it made him uncomfortable in his own skin.
“You also could’ve stayed,” he told her, not looking at her, missing the soft smile and tender look dancing in her eyes. “Bet you wouldn’t have minded seeing me without a shirt.” There it was. The comment she waited for, combined with the smirk she knew all too well. Percy was terrible at flirting and she wouldn’t have said what she eventually did if they hadn’t been all alone at this hour.
“Maybe I wouldn’t have.”
Percy’s mouth stood open with surprise, while she shrugged nonchalant and bit her lower lip to suppress a laugh that wanted to escape her so badly. The boy wasn’t used to her actually jump on the joke and tease him back, though he couldn’t deny that he somehow liked it.
After a moment of thinking, he took his chance. Pulling his shirt over his head and making his way towards the water, he turned to her with a smirk. “Well, if that’s the case.”
Y/n wanted to watch the beach, she came specifically to this place to do just that. Watch the waves and the shore and the sky and the moon. Though now her eyes were focusing on something else. She watched Percy dip in the water, breaking the surface, with such gentleness, she wanted him to touch her just the same. She watched him swim for a bit. Watched him look at her and act like he was being attacked to get a laugh out of her. His head sticking out of the water to watch her reaction. When he saw her enjoying his company for once, he smiled back. It was nice knowing to be the reason for one’s happiness. Especially someone you wanted to make happy every day.
As he came back, Y/n tried to keep her focus on the moon, only betraying her quest when Percy sat down next to her again. Shirt still laying next to him.
Percy turned his head, only in time to catch her eyes traveling over his now shivering body. The night air hitting his skin with discomfort.
“You should put your shirt back on or you’re gonna get sick,” she said, looking at him. Her eyes catching a water drop sliding down his face and following it. He ignored her comment but still put his shirt back on.
“When you said that you would’ve gone if I was to just walk past and into the water, was that only because of me or would you have gone if any other person would’ve been in my position?” He asked her, making her look away from him again. She didn’t answer though Percy knew the answer now. “You don’t like me very much.”
“It’s hard to like you, when you constantly try to embarrass me,” she said, finally. Finally she didn’t just walk past him, ignoring his comments like they weren’t meant for her. Though it was obvious to everyone.
“I’m not trying to embarrass you,” Percy admitted. Grover was right, he thought.
After he finally told someone about his crush on the girl, Grover was quick to educate him that that wasn’t the way to get a girlfriend. “I was just trying to get your attention,” he admitted quietly.
Y/n laughed at that, her hand over her mouth. “Why would you want my attention?” She asked him.
“What?” Percy didn’t understand how that seemed so impossible to the girl next to him.
“Percy, be serious. You couldn’t possibly want my attention so bad. I mean, why would you? You have the attention of all the girls, why mine?”
Percy had never been so mad at himself and at her too. He wanted to tell her that he was just joking. He wanted to tell her that he had no idea why he wanted her. But the truth was he knew. He laid awake enough nights asking himself the same question. Then again, he was mad at her for thinking that. He was mad again at her that she couldn’t see all what he saw in her in herself.
“I like you, okay? I really do. I like the way you talk kindly to everyone and I like your smile and your cleverness. I like that you’re always there for everyone and that you listen to me even though I’ve been horrible to you,” he told her it all. Everything that he thought about he told her. “I like your bubbly personality and how you can’t seem to stand normal after staying up for a moment. I like how messy you are and yet put together. I like your face and your eyes and you. I like you for how you are.”
“Well, Jackson, your strategy isn’t really good. I mean, teasing a girl to get her attention usually just works in books,” she told him.
Percy couldn’t believe it. He just poured her a cup of his heart and she decides to dump it into the ocean.
“But this is nice,” she eventually added. “I like this side of you. The quite and vulnerable one. The one who’s flirty and sarcastic in a lovable way. The one who fakes his death to make me laugh.”
“What does that mean now?” Maybe she didn’t dump it all in the ocean. Only a part of it. The part she didn’t like.
“It means that if you show me more of that side, I could eventually start liking you too. Would that be alright?” She asked hoping for a yes and a agreement from him.
She got more though. She got a relieved ‘yes’, a promise and a smiling and blushing boy.
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Take me to paradise
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
Warning: terrible attempt at writing smut, pregnancy
Thank you @funnyjb for proof reading and the request!
The morning sun shone into the windows of the bungalow where you and Joe were staying. Yesterday was the day you finally married the love of your life. Joe and you caught a flight late last night so you could spend as much time as you could in the Bahamas.
You were excited to have Joe all to yourself, he had been a hard man to get alone recently. You roll over to face your husband, you just admire him for a few minutes before finally deciding to wake him up with a kiss.
“Well that may be the best way to be woken up.” His morning voice was extremely sexy. You knew Joe planned something for the day, but a quickie wouldn’t hurt would it? As if Joe knew what you were thinking he flipped you over so he was on top of you.
“What is my beautiful wife thinking about?”
“Just how sexy you look and sound in the morning.”
That was enough for him to start to lean down and kiss you. His lips suddenly found their way to your neck, then collar bone, then your stomach. Then he stopped and looked at you with a devilish grin.
“It’s time to get ready, we have stuff to do.”
“Joey, you can’t just make me wet then not do anything about it!” you whined out, feeling incredibly frustrated that he would do that to you. But he didn’t budge, he just kept that stupid grin on his face.
“Later baby, I promise.” he said, his eyes turning a darker shade of blue. Then you had an idea, you waited till he walked away then started to touch yourself moaning loudly. It didn’t feel as good as you were making it sound but you wanted to get his attention. When he heard you moaning he dropped what he was doing and made his way back to the room.
“Were you touching yourself?”
You look at him innocently.
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Don’t lie to me, you know exactly what I mean.” You could see the lust in Joe's eyes.
“So what if I was? You weren’t going to take care of it.”
That was it, he had enough of you teasing him. He pinned you to the bed and started to create friction between the two of you.
“Oh I will take care of it baby”
The tension between the two of you only grew. Joe’s look was primal, looking at you like you were his prey. The two of you had had sex plenty of times, but never once did he give you the look he was giving you now. The feeling in your stomach only gets stronger as things progress.
“Joe” you breathed out.
“Yes.”
“Please”
“Please what?”
“Please, make me yours.”
“You already belong to me”
The next day
The next morning Joe woke up before you, he walked out of your room and into the kitchen to make you breakfast. The two of you stayed in bed all day, between your rendezvous and just enjoying each other's company. Joe knew you would be sore after the day you guys had. When he finished making breakfast, he comes back into the room with your breakfast and wakes you with a kiss. You stir awake feeling his lips on yours.
“Good morning baby, I made breakfast.” he said then placed the plate on the bed in front of you he made pancakes. You smiled at him.
“Good morning Joey. Aww my favorite, thank you!”
Joe stole a pancake from your plate and started eating it. The two of you enjoyed breakfast together. You were loving having your husband to yourself, with no one else around. As the two of you finish breakfast you guys decided on going to the beach today.
You went into the bathroom to start getting ready, you had packed three swimsuits but couldn’t decide which one.
“Joey!”
“What's wrong baby?”
“Nothing, I can't decide which swimsuit to wear”
You show him the three swimsuits hanging up.
“Okay baby, let me take a look.”
He looks behind you at the Swimsuits he sees a beautiful orange ruffled off the shoulder top. He points to it, “wear this top with black bottoms.”
“Joe I’m not going to a bengals game. We're on our honeymoon.”
“Just please wear it” he pleaded with you and you gave up.
The two of you finished getting ready then headed to the beach which was private due to being attached to your bungalow.
You look up at Joe who is looking at you, you both smile at each other.
“LAST ONE TO THE WATER IS A ROTTEN EGG!” Joe screamed as he ran to the water. You laughed at your husband's behavior, but didn’t run to the water like he thought you would. Then you see him come out of the water and run back to you.
“Were on our honeymoon, lets have some fun Y/N”
“I’m good here where I can stay dry, plus I think we had plenty of fun yesterday.”
“Not that kind of fun.” he said then picked you up.
“JOSEPH LEE BURROW DON’T YOU DARE DO WHAT I THINK YOUR ABOUT TO DO!”
You yelled, smacking him in an attempt to get him to drop you. Your attempts were futile, your husband threw you into the water then got in himself. He had a smirk on his face, and started laughing when he saw your face. He thought you looked adorable when angry and you for sure were angry right now. Joe knew you wanted to tan but now you were in the water.
“It’s not funny.”
“Admit it, it kinda is. You thought you would stay dry while at the beach.”
You started to laugh with him.
“I love you so much Joey”
“I love you too.”
Your honeymoon continued to go great until the 5th day. You were violently ill, you kept throwing up. You wanted to cry but you didn’t have the energy for it. You didn’t feel like getting out of bed, didn’t feel like eating and Joe was extremely worried. Yet Joe came and offered to make you soup every hour, he was trying to give you space, not that he didn’t want to be there for you. It was because he couldn’t do anything to help you feel better which broke him.
Then it hit you, you were late, maybe your period was finally coming and just making you sick. But when you went to the bathroom and you still hadn’t had your period you go in your toiletry bag and grab a pregnancy test. You and Joe weren't planning on having kids this soon but if it happens it happens. You only had packed some because your mom told you it happens more than you'd think where the newlyweds get pregnant on the honeymoon.
You waited ten minutes and then gasped, when you looked at the test. Tears start streaming down your face, you were excited to start a family with Joe even if it wasn’t planned.
“Joey!”
Joe ran into the bathroom and saw the test in your hand and the tears streaming down your face. Taking large steps towards you he hugs you and looks at the test, then the tears brim his eyes.
“You're pregnant?”
You nodded.
“I know, we planned on waiting a year or two.”
“You're pregnant!” he spoke excitedly and picked you up and spun you around
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The Child
She was here…
“Alastor! She’s here! In heaven!!!”
“Who Birdy?”
“Eudora!”
Huh?
“Oh, I HAVE to go meet her! I’ll get approval for her to come down and visit you too!”
His daughter was here…
“Everything’s so bright up here…”
Eudora was in awe of the sights of heaven. Her jaw dropped for a moment while she looked around.
Emily giggled, “Yeah! It’s so great!!”
“Emily, there was someone I hoped you could help me find. Her name was-”
“Eudora?”
The woman could have been her twin. Sure, there were little differences here and there, but overall, the two were one and the same. Despite having never met her, Eudora could never forget the face of the woman in the painting in her family home—the woman who gave her life for her own. The woman was her mother, without a doubt.
“Mama?”
Tears welled in the singer’s eyes,
“Oh, my baby!!!”
The women rush forward in a crushing embrace. Y/n’s body shook from the sheer emotion of being able to hold her child for the first time. She finally got to hold her baby.
“Hi mama.”
“Hi baby.”
A certain antlered man was a lot more quiet than usual.
Normally, Alastor would delight in the chaos that the hotel provided. Even Husk started to get anxious as that man hadn’t threatened him in a good three days.
“Soooooo, anyone know what’s wrong with smiles over there?”
“Now that you mention it, he hasn’t been meddling lately.”
“I’m taken it as a blessing.”
“Come on guys we should go see what’s wrong!”
“Uh Char, I don’t think that’s a good idea…”
“Why not?”
“Cause smiles ‘ll rip ya head off?”
“You don’t know that…”
…
“Okay maybe! But-”
The front door is opened and a golden glow floods into the space.
“Hi everyone I’m back!!”
“Y/n! I’m so glad your here! What’s wrong with Alastor?”
“What ever do you mean?”
“Well he’s been mopey for days!”
“Mopey? My husband? Really?”
“Uh Mama?”
Everyone freezes.
In the doorway is another angel.
She is the spitting image of their angel friend.
“Ah right! Everyone this is mine and Alastor’s daughter Eudora!”
Alastor has a what?
“The deer procreated?”
“The what?”
“Birdy is that you?”
“Yes my darling! Come here!”
Alastor’s heart stopped.
She was so beautiful.
“Hi Pop…”
“My little doe…”
The facade falls.
The members of the hazbin hotel watch as the small family is reunited.
The Child Is Home…
A/n: I hope you all enjoyed the family reuniting!!
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It was no mistake
A James Potter smut.
When you tell James last night was a mistake he's determined to prove you wrong.
This is part two of ‘I dare you to steal his clothes - James Potter version’. Read the first part here, not that this is very plot driven but still.
Warning: smut, minimal plot
— The request —
The James fic was so hot wtf 👹👹👹 we need part 2 dear author 😭😭😭
— The writing —
You walked through the hallways of Hogwarts but your mind was still stuck in that bathroom where you had yesterday tried and more or less succeeded in stealing James Potter’s clothes. He had given you a night to remember and as dreamy as you still were about those activities, you were also very much aware that it was James Potter. He was your crush, but to him you were probably nothing more than a fun night. It was not like he was suddenly going to fall in love with you after one night of heavenly sex.
“Moony, you’re not hearing me. She’s the one.” Remus rolled his eyes as James almost jumped up and down next to him, ever since last night’s events James had been going on about you non stop. Sirius and Peter had weaselled their way away from James and had left Remus to listen to James’ rants alone. Remus rearranged some books on the shelves of the library, because nothing’s more annoying than misplaced books. “I need your advice, moony, I’ve been crushing on her since the start of the year and after last night I need to make a move or I might lose her to the next guy she’s being dared to steal clothes from.” Remus turns away from the shelves to face James. “I honestly don’t think that she would repeat last night's events with anyone beside you.” Feeling reassured and a bit more confident, James’ signature smirk returns. “You think so? You think I’m special to her?” Remus sighs and rolls his eyes again. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure she likes you. I mean no one sleeps with someone you hate.” James’ eyebrows knit together. “You obviously haven’t had heated hate sex.” Remus shakes his head no. “You?” James also shakes no. “No, I’m just thinking it would be hot… not as hot as last night, I mean, (y/n) and me-” “I don’t want to hear it again, James!” Remus interrupts and quickly continues. “Just go talk to her, use all your charm and you will win her over.”
You were still deep in thoughts, when James leaves the library and spots you. “Hey, hey, (y/n)! We need to talk.” Your eyes fling up to meet his and James is almost horrified to see how filled with panic your eyes are. You quickly scan the hallways for a way out, but fail to find a good excuse. James quickens his pace to keep up with you. “About last night…” James starts, nervously ruffling his hair, but before he has a chance to continue you speak up. “It was a mistake.” James’ face falls, but you don’t notice and continue. “I get it. I’m cool about it. Last night was just a thing and it won't happen again.” James nods as he listens to you, watching your serious expression and sinking his hands into his pockets. You suddenly stop walking and turn to him. You force a tightlipped smile and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You hold out a hand to James. “Friends?” You ask with a shaky voice and flustered face. For a second James looks utterly confused, but he quickly realises that your flusteredness might have something to do with how you had screamed his name last night. James tilts his head and chews his lip, eyes focussing on yours. “What if I say no?” Your face instantly heats up. Why can’t he just be casual about it. Why does he have to be so James Potter about it!
“I got the sense that you liked what I did last night.” Your face was hitting tomato alert, but he just shamelessly continued. “Honestly, I enjoyed it as well. You felt amazing.” He whispers, while his eyes dart between you and everyone in the hallway to make sure no one overhears. “James-” Your protest comes out as a shaky whisper as your body craves James in an unholy way. “Come on, love one more time and then you can decide whether I’m worth keeping around or if you really just want to be friends.” Your expression goes blank as you process what James had just said. Did the James Potter just suggest that if you wanted he would be yours? Afraid that you weren’t fully convinced, James makes one last move, leaning closer to you with his lips almost brushing your ear. “You can have whatever you want, baby… my dick, fingers, tongue, I’ll give you anything you want.” His voice was husky and dirty, but there was also an almost inaudible nervousness as he worried whether you would accept his offer or just forget about him.
A silent yes in your eyes had told James that he could guide you to a nearby empty classroom. As soon as he closed the door behind you he wrapped an arm around your figure, pulling you against him. His eyes focus on yours as his free hand cups your cheek. “I know it’s only been a few hours, but fuck I missed you.” You smile and James is wild with excitement that he got you close to him again. Eagerly his lips search yours and you immediately move with his, making the kiss go from passionate to hunger. He picks you up and you can’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm. He places you on a nearby desk and he’s quick to take off his own shirt, giving you a worthy view. Your hand wanders over his chest and muscles. There was a reason Gryffindor won almost every game. This boy worked for it.
As amused and turned on as James was by your staring he really wanted your focus on kissing him. With a gentle finger he pushed your chin up to look at him so he could kiss you tenderly and deeply. It also gave him the opportunity to quickly undo a few buttons so he could pull your shirt over your head. With your hair now slightly messed up you looked even more desirable to him. Eagerly his lips move over yours again while his hands move to gently squeeze your breasts before unclasping your bra in one swift move. James struggles to keep his lips on you as his eyes desperately search for a glimpse of your chest. With a loving touch his hands massage the flesh of your boobs. A slightly suppressed moan reveals James’ excitement together with the growing bulge in his pants pressing against your panties. Pushing you back on the desk James now moves away from your lips to allow himself to play with your nipples, earning soft sounds from you as sensations build up, soaking your panties as he sucks on the sensitive skin.
Unable to keep himself in check James rocks his hips into yours, searching for fiction. You quickly slip a hand in his pants, making him groan as you tease his member. One hand pumps his dick while your other hand moves through his curls. Under your touch James only manages to leave sloppy kisses as precum stains his pants. He curses himself under his breath. This was not how he planned it on going, he needed to spoil you and not the other way around. So rather abruptly and roughly James grabs your hand and takes a step back so he can take off your skirt and panties. You open your mouth to ask whether you did anything wrong, but James doesn’t let you and kisses you roughly while moving a finger through your folds, making you squirm against him at the sudden touch. “Last night was not a mistake.” James breathes with a rough undertone as he watches your eyes fill with pleasure at his touch. Your slightly parted lips looked so delicious to you, but he wanted to hear you so instead he peppers kisses down your neck, while his fingers fuck you.
Your fingers entangle with his hair as pleasure rushes through you. You whimper his name as he pushes you closer to your high, making him work harder to get you there. He watches you with focus to pinpoint the exact second before you’ll cum so he can pull his fingers away from you, making you whine in need of him and a climax. Your needy eyes turn him on so much he has to grab his crotch for a second. “Trust me, love.” James whispers and pushes your legs wider with one move, making you yelp at the exposure and heave your chest. The view you were giving him, exposed and flustered had him struggling to not just fuck you right then and there but he was committed to make you his and have you every night from now on. With his eyes glued to yours he slowly kisses down from your lips to your pussy to finish the building orgasm he had kept from you only seconds earlier.
Your body tenses and your fingers cling to James’ curls as your wall clench. James can’t resist jerking himself as you gently and unknowingly push his face against your pussy, reaching your high. It takes a second before you have the strength to push the strong man between your legs away from your overstimulated cunt. As soon as you see his pleased smirk you know he isn’t done with you. You raise your hand to protest, but he just grabs your wrist, pulling you off the desk to turn you around. He presses you against him, your naked body against his bare chest. He still holds on to your wrist as his other hand slips between your legs again. “James.” You whine and he shushes you. “You still think last night was a mistake?” He teases you, placing kisses under your ear. He rubs his hard bulge against your bare ass and your sensitive pussy starts throbbing at just the thought of his thick member filling you like last night. “No, it wasn’t a mistake.” You breathe and James kisses your neck tenderly, before bending you over the desk and freeing his member from his pants.
Gently he slips inside you, holding you close as he fucks you passionately, like you were the only woman that mattered, a goddess to him, and only him for the rest of his life from now on.
Word count: 1720
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It's Time To Smile
Request: I’m so bad at asks sorry, but could you maybe write something for Scarlett/Florence/Lizzie (or a combo, up to you) x reader with some really gentle twords? Any ideas you’ve got are totally cool, but maybe tummy focus? Yikes sorry I’m the worst at asks but feel free to experiment!
Summary: The reader is a stunt double in the new Avengers movie and is struggling with her success in landing her stunts. Lizzie, Florence, and Scarlett know a way to cheer her up (lee!reader x ler!Scarlett x ler!Lizzie x ler!Florence)
Note: Thank you so much for this request! This is my first time writing for these three, so I hope I did okay! Hope you enjoy :)
Word Count: 1393
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You were working on a new role in a movie, but not the typical one people think of. You were the stunt double for Scarlett’s character Natasha in this new Avengers movie. Even though you weren’t one of the main stars or anything, you knew your role was crucial for the success of this movie.
Your athleticism and training had prepared you well for this, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any challenges. As much as you practiced, it was still difficult to land some of the stunts and you were starting to get frustrated with yourself.
You sat alone during a break from filming, head in your hands. You were quietly whispering to yourself to get it together. While it was unlikely, you knew it was possible for them to replace you with someone better.
You were deep in your thoughts when you heard a voice.
“Y/N? Are you okay? What are you doing here all alone?” Lizzie asked, slowly approaching you.
“Oh, it’s nothing, I’m fine,” you said, waving her off.
“You don’t look fine,” Lizzie commented, taking a seat next to you.
You waited in silence for a bit, not knowing where to start. Lizzie knew your gears were grinding, so she gave you some time to think.
“It’s just…I don’t feel like I’m doing my job well enough,” you said with a sigh.
“Why do you think that?” Lizzie asked.
“It’s just that these stunts are really hard, but it’s my job and I can’t even do it right,” you said with frustration.
“Hey hey, it’s okay. We all know how difficult it is, and that’s exactly why we have you do them. We can do some stunts, but we can’t do them to your ability. None of us are here to judge you because you’re here to help us do what we can’t,” Lizzie comforted, while patting your back gently.
“I know, I’m just really hard on myself and I want this movie to do well,” you said, resting your chin in your hands.
“I promise you, you’ll land those stunts and we’re gonna break the box office with this movie,” Lizzie said, still rubbing your back gently.
You nodded, showing that you acknowledged what she said.
“Do you believe me?” Lizzie asked.
You thought for a second before responding, feeling more playful now.
“I don’t know if I can trust someone who can’t do their own stunts,” you said cheekily.
“Oh you little turd! You’re not even my stunt double!” Lizzie responded, now curling her fingers to scratch and wiggle against your back.
You were caught off guard and yelped, arching your back and quickly trying to twist away from her.
“Stop!!” You pleaded weakly, backing up against the couch you were sitting on.
Suddenly, Scarlett and Florence entered the room, hearing your pleading and thinking something was wrong.
“What’s going on?” Scarlett asked, worried that you were hurt.
“Your little stunt double here was lacking some confidence, so I comforted her, but then she decided to be brat,” Lizzie said, smirking as you were squirming from her squeezing the back of your neck.
“Lehehehet mehehe gohoho,” you giggled, reaching up to remove her hands, which just gave her access to poke you in the ribs. You let out a bark of laughter before curling up into a ball.
“Wanna help me tickle her to pieces? Lizzie asked Scarlett and Florence.
“Yeah, I think she needs some cheering up right? She was sad earlier?” Florence teased, approaching you with an evil grin.
“No! Never!” You declared stubbornly, clamping your mouth closed and refusing to smile.
“Natasha 2.0, you know you’re outnumbered right?” Scarlett said, helping the other two pin you to the couch.
Florence sat on your legs and began lightly tickling your feet. You squeezed your eyes shut, bucking against them to throw them off.
“Awwww, what’s the matter, Y/N? Ticklish?” Scarlett asked, slowly rolling your shirt up.
She began to add in on the tickling, spidering her fingers up and down your sides. You let out a snort, but quickly covered it up as a cough.
“I heard that Y/N,” Scarlett said, narrowing her eyes down at you, as you avoided eye contact.
Lizzie joined in, holding your arms above your head and using one hand to tickle your armpits.
All three of them tickling you was too much to not smile, which you reluctantly broke out into one.
“AWWW there’s that smile,” Lizzie cooed. However, a smile is all they got…for now.
“We gotta find her weak spot to really make her break,” Florence commented, now getting off of your legs.
“Where’s your most ticklish spot hmm?” Scarlett asked, eyeing your torso.
“Why would I tell you that?” You asked, struggling to escape.
“Because we need to hear your precious laugh and make sure you’re all cheered up,” Lizzie said, poking around your torso.
You flinched when she poked around your stomach and quickly pushed her hands away.
“Oh? I think I found itttt,” Lizzie teased, as she brought your hands above your head again.
“Scarlett? Wanna do the honors? She’s your little mini me after all,” Lizzie suggested.
“Scarlett no!! I trusted you!” You croaked, begging her to not tickle your stomach.
“Oh I’ve so gotta see this,” Scarlett said with a grin. With that, she took her ten nails and dragged them over your soft bare stomach, making you twist and jump against the sensation.
“I’m hardly even doing anything,” Scarlett giggled.
“I knohohow buhuhut ihihit tihihickles,” you giggled, unable to hold them back.
“Oooh I hear some giggles,” Florence teased, as you blushed.
Without warning, Scarlett began to wiggle her fingers as fast as she could over any part of your stomach she could reach.
“WAHAHAIT STAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE,” you screamed, attempting to yank your arms down.
“Stop what? Tickling you? Making you laugh because you’re so extremely ticklish?” Scarlett teased, as you thrashed and jerked on the couch.
“YEHEHES STAHAHAHAP IHIHI CAHAHANT STAHAHAHAND IHIHIT,” You squealed, as she began squeezing the sides of your stomach.
You felt your eyes begin to water, so they gave you a quick break.
“Are you gonna let me go now?” You scoffed.
“Not with that attitude,” Lizzie commented, and switched spots with Scarlett.
“Noooo plehehehease,” you begged, unable to handle much more.
“Please tickle you some more? You got it!” Lizzie said cheekily, as she bent down to blow three consecutive raspberries right over your belly button.
You screamed with laughter, eventually having it go silent.
“Wow that’s good,” Florence commented, as you rolled your eyes.
“Want some more?” Lizzie asked.
“NO! STOP I MEHEHEHEAN IHIHIT AHAHAHAHAHA,” you screamed with laughter, as she blew more raspberries all over your tummy.
“Wait, I wanna try something,” Florence said, switching spots with Lizzie.
“I promise this will be the last tickling you get,” Florence said, but you were unconvinced.
Florence slightly folded your waist band down, just enough to expose your lower stomach and waist.
You shook your head in fear, out of words to say or beg.
“Cat got your tongue?” Florence asked, before using her two index fingers to scratch away at your waist, causing you to twitch and jolt every which way, while you begged for her to stop through your laughter.
“Two fingers is all it takes? That’s insane,” Florence commented, as she now spidered all over your lower tummy.
“MEHEHERCY OHOH MY GOHOHOD,” you cried, struggling to get any more words out.
“Oh alright, you’ve had enough,” Florence said, and got off of you.
The three girls helped you sit up and got you a cold cup of water.
“Feel better?” Scarlett asked.
“From being sad or the tickling?” You asked.
“Both,” the three of them all responded.
“I do,” you said with a smile.
“Even if it was torture for you?” Lizzie teased.
“It wasn’t even that bad,” you said, trying to play tough.
“Really? Do we need to remind you how ticklish your stomach is?” Scarlett asked, as you quickly said no and jumped away from them, leading to lots of laughs at your expense.
You guys eventually resumed filming for the day. Maybe there was magic in those tickles, or the threat of them, but you were able to master every stunt you did that day and the movie ended up being a big success.
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Mine? (part 4)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Summary: He just wants to talk.
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A/n: we love short chapters... right?
anyways, enjoy!
(dividers by @saradika-graphics)
Y/n tensed, staring back into the grey eyes she used to be in love with.
How did he know she was here?
She glanced at Nash, who held Adelaide close to himself.
No, he wouldn't do that.
Y/n thought about it for a moment as she stood.
Did he tail us?
Her eyes widened when she realised that he had, in fact, been tailing her.
But he wouldn't meet her eyes, locked on the babe in his brother's arms, his gaze accusing.
"You knew?" His voice was calm, calculated as he looked at the other two brothers, who simply stared at their feet. "You all knew."
"Gray-" Nash began, his face serious, but Grayson cut him off.
"Get out."
"What do you mean get out? We're staying here-" Jameson complained, standing as he glared at Grayson. All the while, Y/n watched, a pit in her stomach.
"I want to talk to her. Take the baby, and get out."
Y/n could feel all their eyes on her, but she only stared back at Grayson.
"Y/n?" Nash mumbled, and Y/n gave him a curt nod.
"I'll be fine." She glanced once at him and Adelaide meaningfully, who was drooling over the collar of his shirt.
Nash gestured at Xander and Jameson to get out, which they did, leaving Grayson alone in the room with Y/n as they locked the door behind him.
Y/n sighed, settling back in the armchair she occupied. "What did you want to talk about?"
He stared at her, his eyes hard, before stalking forward.
"I just want to know. Why did you leave?"
Y/n’s eyebrows rose.
"Are you seriously asking me that?"
Grayson was not amused, his jaw clenching as if he was trying not to lose his temper as he walked towards the fireplace mantle and leaned against it.
"Yes, Y/n, I am seriously asking you that."
Y/n laughed, the sound void of humour. "Why did I leave, Grayson? Besides the fact that you thought that night was a mistake?"
"So you left because I told you that it was a bad idea to fuck my friend? Well, forgive me for not realising how sensitive you are and that you couldn't understand why it was wrong."
Tears stung her eyes as Y/n stared at him, the dark, empty place in her chest that was filled with resentment and sadness, the place that once overflowed with her love for him, filling with anger at the way he tried to downplay what he had done.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down because she didn’t trust herself to not slap him to a pulp.
"Why do you think I let you touch me that night, Grayson?" She didn’t let him answer. "It was because I genuinely was in love with you. And maybe a little delusional, considering I thought you might actually have moved on from Emily and Eve and decided, to, I don't know, be a sensible human being. But boy was I wrong."
"Y/n-"
"No, Grayson. You don’t get to interrupt me. You wanted to know why I left, so you better zip it and listen."
His mouth closed with an audible click as she stood, tears now pooling in her eyes.
"I watched you be so hopelessly in love with so many people Grayson, watched as you got your heart broken by each one of them. First Emily, then Avery, then Eve. all the while I burned for you. All the while I was right there, waiting for you to realise that you didn’t have to be alone."
Y/n sniffed, taking a step towards him, her eyes unwavering as he straightened. "That night, when we made a mistake, you were just using me to get over Eve. you did not care that you hurt my feelings. You just wanted to have what you couldn’t get from her. And right after, you tell me it was a mistake. How could I stay after that, Grayson?"
He swallowed. "I’m sorry-"
"How could I stay, knowing that when you found out that a life was growing inside of me because of your mistake, you would probably just leave me to take care of a child you helped create by myself? Knowing that you would be disappointed and probably ask me to terminate?"
Y/n continued to step closer to him, watching his reaction closely, tears beginning to leak down her face as she whispered in his face. "How could I stay, knowing that in the off chance that you wanted to be in the life of my daughter, there was a possibility that you would turn out just like your father?"
His eyes flashed, and with their close proximity, Y/n could see the silver lining his eyes. But she did not care. He deserved to feel the pain that she went through. He deserved to know that it was because of him she went into hiding.
"I wouldn't have abandoned you two had I known, and you know damn well that I wouldn’t have turned out like him."
Y/n smirked. "Do I now?"
"You could’ve told me Y/n. You know how much I value family. You knew, and still you ran off."
The anger that surged in her veins was quick to overpower any sense of self she had, and she moved before she realised what she was doing.
The loud crack was satisfying still, and the red handprint left on his cheek was enough to soothe her wounds.
"Maybe instead of telling me how stupid I was in not informing you, you should ask your mother why she thought she could make decisions for you."
His head snapped back to her, his eyes wide.
"My- Skye?" Y/n watched as a tear made its way down his cheek. "She knew?"
Y/n laughed. "Of course she did. Did you really think I would put my daughters future in jeopardy by keeping her away from her father just because I wanted to be petty?"
He stayed silent, gazing into Y/n’s eyes. "Did she tell you to stay away from me?" He leaned in. "How much did she have to pay to buy your silence?"
His voice was harsh, taunting.
"Nothing. I was not about to risk the lives of my family and daughter by going against her wishes" Y/n mumbled, taking a step back, ready to leave.
He blinked, shock evident in his gaze. "She threatened to…"
"Yes, Grayson. She threatened to wipe out my entire family, as well as my then unborn child if I even dared to hint at you that I was pregnant."
All the harshness bled from his face, leaving behind a vulnerable boy who was hurt more than he should have been at his age. "What would she gain-"
The door clicked open. "Y/n?"
She turned to look at Xander, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. "Yes?"
"It’s Adelaide. She’s been crying for the past ten minutes. I think she’s hungry."
Y/n nodded, and with one last glance at Grayson, who stared at his brother with panic in his eyes, followed Xander out.
She knew he wanted to talk more, but she was done with the conversation.
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Piano Sessions: Style + Finnick Odair -- reader x Finnick faking a relationship to gain favor in Capitol, but real feelings develop, maybe have them towing that line in the lead-up to Quarter Quell
☼ style (Finnick Odair) ☼
warnings; swearing, use of the term 'good girl' kinda in a gross way, mention of gore, brief mention of the morphlings.
wc; 2.9k
notes; Piano Sessions: songfic, Style by Taylor Swift.
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Finnick Odair is one of those victors that you have never been able to properly figure out, despite knowing him for almost eight years.
Every time you think that you’ve finally got a handle on his thought process and the way he acts, he strays, surprising you. Over the years, his impulse decisions have slowly declined, as his situation with the Capitol and District Four stabilized. However, with recent problems rising, it’s brought back his unpredictability.
For some reason, you don’t have this issue with any of the other victors. In fact, you could read them like an open book, cracking their spines in the process because you can delve deep. It’s really not that hard to sniff out secrets in their seemingly perfect facades when you’ve been doing it for so long.
It’s a talent, really. One that not a lot of people appreciate. What happens is that they find it irritating when you know their intentions before they’ve had the chance to approach you. Most of the time, they have this look in their eye, giving it away. You don’t even need to search half the time because of it.
That’s why you can tell that Finnick is up to something right now, but you don’t know exactly what it is. From what you’ve gathered so far from the stolen glances in your direction, is that it has something to do with you. He’s just waiting for the right moment to talk to you.
Which is driving you crazy. You’re not sure what the right moment could possibly be, especially now that the two of you are on a train being shipped to the Capitol in their custody. This is not just another year of mentoring, where every thought can wait until you’re ready. You’re District Four’s tributes in the Quarter Quell, unspoken words could mean life or death. They can change the trajectory of the Games.
He knows this, of course. Probably better than anybody.
You suck in a breath through your nose, rolling your head in his direction, making eye contact right as he glances at you again. Instead of looking away immediately, the two of you enter a silent staring contest.
It doesn’t last for long. “Are you going to say it or are you going to keep looking at me?” You ask.
Finnick offers you a small smile, getting up from where he’s sitting on the plush train couch to go to you. Where you’re sitting at the dining table, enjoying the bottomless pot of sweet tea that the avoxes provide.
A laugh leaves him. “I was thinking, while we’re in the Capitol, we could fake a relationship to gain more favor.” He says nonchalantly. It’s so relaxed coming from his mouth that you almost feel ridiculous when you choke on your drink. “So that we have nothing to worry about with sponsors in the arena.”
You raise a napkin to your lips, clearing your throat, trying to get the burning pain to subside quicker.
“And it could work out in your favor too, you’ll get allies.” He continues. “Since we both know that you have a special talent for driving people away.”
You raise your eyebrows, blinking, absolutely speechless. This is exactly what you mean when you say that Finnick makes it so difficult for you to pin him down. And you’re not referring to the add-on at the end. You’re talking about the way he just casually suggested for the two of you to fake a relationship.
“Have you hit your head recently?” You ask.
“No.” He lets out a light laugh. “You can’t tell me I’m wrong, especially about the sponsor part.”
You know he’s not wrong. Your ability to anticipate intentions have lost you a good handful of friendships over the years, particularly in District Four. Your former friends saw you as an opportunity for money after your win, despite having plenty of it for themselves. So, you lost them. You told them to get lost.
It’s stunted a lot of potential friendships since, and it’s because you’re entirely too suspicious to let new people in right away. It happened with Finnick, even though he was the one to really mentor you before going inside. You couldn’t quite place your finger on him, which makes sense seven and a half years later. He doesn’t have a consistent personality.
Still, on the other hand, your gut feeling has given you a chance to grow in other areas. Like with the Capitol, for example. You used it to your advantage during your Games, like when you interacted with the tributes around you. You knew what the Gamemakers were looking for with scoring, giving you a higher one than you deserved.
You simultaneously flattered the Capitol while talking about yourself during the interview with Caesar, getting you a step in the door. It truly isn’t difficult to sweep the Capitol off their feet in the first place, but you managed to do it so effortlessly that they held onto you. They cared about what happened to you in the arena.
When you won, it only continued from there. You became the Capitol’s favorite female darling, because Finnick was their male. It wasn’t long before you were the good girl, you couldn’t do anything wrong. Even when your tongue accidentally slipped and you showed some of your true colors.
So, while Finnick isn’t wrong about allies, he’s far off about sponsors. It’ll work more in his favor than it will in yours. Although, with his own fairly decent sized sponsor list, you two could blow the competition out of the water with your combined efforts.
But then again, you don’t really care about having allies right now. They don’t inherently matter until you’re in the Capitol, and even then with the chaos going on in the districts, you need to figure out who will be good to have around. You volunteered knowing full well you were signing up to go blind, which is why your whole plan revolves around analyzing the mindsets of the other tributes.
Especially when it comes to Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, but you know how difficult they can be. You’ll be looking at Haymitch for real direction when it comes to the rebels. His teenagers sparked the rebellion, and the rest of you will make sure that it gets set ablaze.
Finnick’s plan is almost meaningless. And so is he, to you, in some capacity. You don’t need him, you haven’t in years. If he’d been paying attention to that recently, he’d know that you’re self-sufficient in the Capitol, and you’ve never been afraid of approaching other tributes. This year will be even easier since you’re all victors, anyway.
Finnick’s proposition is just so bizarre.
Here’s the thing—it’s been a while since you’d heard from him. The last time you held a genuine conversation beyond the formalities was a year and a half ago, when you’d decided that you were done with his whirlwind romance. He would suck you into his own personal vortex, and the only reason why you’d get spat out would be because he wasn’t interested anymore.
And it’s not like this happened once, it was multiple times. The reason why you kept going back was because your relationship before hadn’t been like that. It changed a couple months after Annie Cresta won her Games. One day, you two were stable. Next, there were more issues than you could take care of, which would be the beginning of the end.
Of course, you tried to fix every problem you had, but it didn’t feel like you were making progress. So, the next solution came to be an on-and-off relationship. You would get together, everything would be fine for a couple months, and then you’d break up. By the time he wanted you back, you’d be over the fight, and you’d go right back to him.
You thought that after the last time, he’d be done. Yet here he is, surprising you again.
“Come on, (Y/n), it’ll work out in our favor.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“It’ll work out in your favor.” You correct him. “I don’t care either way, and I think you knew that already.”
Finnick tilts his head with a knowing smile. “You caught me, but I meant what I said about allies. I have an in, and you don’t. You’ll be able to skip the processing time with me.” He winks.
He must be talking about the rebels. It makes you wonder how he’s been talking to them, especially Haymitch, or anyone else that might be involved in higher places, besides District Four. Your home has been making quite the uproar since the news of the Quarter Quell, it’s just gotten worse recently. They’ve basically flooded every possible open space with the Peacekeepers, afraid of the Mayor being overthrown. Or worse, joining in on the rebellion. Which is why they replaced the old Head Peacekeeper with a new one, and she’s a fucking bitch.
“Let me guess, I’ll have to follow your lead?”
He makes a face, “Not exactly. I can’t be in charge of an alliance that large, so I’m sure we’ll all be given a part to take care of.”
You squint at him as the realization that this is a terrible idea dawns on you. You have to admit, it’s a creative way to get you back into his arms after so long, but if it’s anything like the past ten times, you know where this leads. And you know that you should tell him to leave, but you won’t.
“Fine, I’ll pretend to be your girlfriend.” You emphasize.
Finnick gives you a dimpled smile. “I knew you’d agree.”
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The Capitol has been eventful in its own boring way this past week.
In terms of training and impressing the Gamemakers, there wasn’t anything new. You showed up to the gym, you played around with their toys, and you’d go back to the apartment at the end of the day. From the outside looking in, no one’s been able to tell that there’s more going on in the background.
If they looked closer, they’d see that you’ve been conspiring with victors that you haven’t shown interest in the past. That you’ve been getting along with Johanna and morphlings, when rivalries and distaste haven’t been hidden from the public. That you haven’t been their perfect little darling all week.
With the Games quickly approaching, and happening as soon as tomorrow, it’s been hard to keep the anticipation from boiling over. Especially since Haymitch’s plan has finally been smoothed out, after days of working out the kinks.
At the beginning of training, you scoped out Katniss and Peeta. Truth be told, they weren’t sure about how they felt about you. After some proving, Katniss was able to admit to Haymitch that she knows something is off with you. LIke you can read her thoughts and act on them before they’re fully formed. All Peeta could say was that he thinks you’re nice and looking for peace.
This gave Haymitch an idea, which eventually led to him giving you a role—just as Finnick said he would. It’s pretty obvious how distrustful Katniss can be with Finnick, and so you’re expected to placate her, in hopes that Finnick will be able to keep control of any given situation. You told them that you’d try your best.
If Katniss can already sense what you’re doing, it’s only a matter of time before she fully catches on and shuts you down. Once that happens, there will be no coming back. She’s stubborn, so she’ll go out of her way to ignore you and your advice. You can see it coming.
Until then, you’ll keep your promise.
“And you’re finished!” One of the prep team members sighs. He backs up, hands pressed against his chest with a dreamy look in his eye. “We’re right on time, too. They haven’t been waiting long.”
You get up from where you’re sitting on the stool, watching as your dress glimmers in the soft light. Immediately, someone jumps to fluff out the back, not wanting it to be flat. A floor-length mirror is moved to be in front of you, allowing you to see the iridescent dress. It’s primarily blue, sometimes purple, rarely pink unless you move a certain way.
“Like a soap bubble.” Your stylist remarks. “Clean.”
Of course, the colors were done with a purpose. To continue to project the idea that you’re the Capitol’s perfect darling. Maybe it’s done with the hopes that they’ll take it easy on you inside of the arena, but their opinions will change over time. They’ll smile through the gore and murder. They’ll be outraged when you try to escape.
“Thank you.” You murmur, heading for the door.
The boy seemingly jumps to open the door for you, and then he stops. You look over your shoulder at your stylist, face twisted, hoping he’ll tell him to get out of your way. Instead, you’re met with an open box, and laying right in the middle of black satin is a pair of white gloves.
They’ve got to be kidding, you think. As you force a smile to your face, you reach for the gloves, pulling them on one at a time. They’re foreign, material slightly uncomfortable against your soft hands.
Now they open the door, letting you out.
You leave your room, going down the hall and into the living area to find Mags and Finnick. You’re greeted with a warm smile, Finnick moving across the room to hold your hand as you go down the few steps.
“Gloves?” He questions, rubbing his thumb over the material.
“I’m clean.” You roll your eyes, he lets out a breath through his nose.
“Of course you are.” He reaches to tuck a stray hair behind your ear, eyes fixated on yours.
“You’ve got that daydream look in your eye.” You murmur, stroking the side of his cheek with the back of your finger.
It’s a look that you’re familiar with. It’s sexy, sultry. It’s what your mind clings on to when you think about him, when you dream about getting back together with him. You know that it’s a facade that he puts on for the Capitol, but he’s perfected it over these years. You can’t help falling for it, too.
“You have that red lip, classic look that I like.” Finnick murmurs. “My type in every way.”
Yes, you know. You’re Finnick’s type, because you started it. You’re the girl he loves so much that he can never get enough of, even when you’re not together. So every girl that he dates now has to have some quality of yours, because you’re the blueprint. And all the girls that come after are the copies, second editions. Clones.
But he never really needs them, because when you go crashing down, you come back every time. By your will, or the universe’s, you can never stay apart for long. You thought that the last break up was it, yet you’re here again, back to taking care of each other. You love him.
You think you love him.
“It’s time to go, we’re going to be late for check-in!” Your escort warns you two, coming down the steps. “To the elevator, let’s go.”
You reluctantly pull away from Finnick, offering him a small smile. He motions for you to go first, following behind you casually. Your escort is the last to leave the apartment, but she’s quick to enter the elevator first. She presses the buttons, holds the doors to ensure you all make it on, and then relaxes.
Once you’re on the ground floor, she loses interest in control, pushing you and Finnick to join the rest of the victors, while she takes care of the rest. This is the last time you’ll see your stylist, prep team and Mags for the night. They’ll be in the crowd, somewhere in the front row, where you’ll be able to see them when you’re on stage.
The interviews haven’t started yet, but they will be soon, judging by the giant clock on the wall, counting down from ten minutes. There’s victors scattered everywhere, friends having their own conversations. Johanna catches you two through a brief glance, waving you over to join her.
Your pace doesn’t change. You play with one of the fingers of the glove. “What’s your plan for the interview? I heard an idea going around, and I was thinking of joining in, but I wanted to hear what you’re doing first.”
“I wrote a poem.” Finnick shrugs, “For a girl.”
You blink, face twisting as you slow down. “Why would you do a poem for me when I’m with you?”
Finnick opens his mouth, and then closes it.
Your body warms as you come to a stop in the hallway. Finnick’s lips are pressed together, head slightly tilted. “It’s for Annie, isn’t it?” You ask. “I heard you’ve been out and about with some other girl.”
Some other girl, you mock in your head. It’s Annie. He’s been out with Annie, part of the reason why you think your relationship has failed in the past. It’s no coincidence it started after she won. You had a feeling there was something going on between them before you left District Four, but you were just going to ignore it because it couldn’t have been true. Finnick wouldn’t cheat.
“What you heard is true, but I can’t stop thinking about you and I.” Finnick reaches to take your hands, squeezing them.
You sigh, “I’ve been there too a few times.”
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Raika Hojo - Idol Story 1
(Two years after ES’ establishment. At a park near ES’ building)
Raika: Toryaa~☆
Ahem, it’s time to get tonight’s dinner, thaaank you ♪
W-What? Is that– A human…?
I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry–! I made a mistake. I was clumsily trying to capture something edible, like a pigeon, a cat, or even a dog– Not a human.
So with that being said, I’ll let onee-san go. I apologize deeply for the inconvenience~♪
Hmhm, oh, my stomach feels like it’s eating itself, it’s so empty… What should I do, I used up all of my remaining energy on attempting to capture my prey…
M– Mm, my stomach is too… Empty… I can’t move… Gh.
Hhm…? Eh… Candies? And you’re giving them to me?
Raika: I’m so very grateful! Wasshoi, wasshoi![1] Onee-san is truly a goddess~♪
Lick, lick ♪ Rooolling my tongue around it ♪ Eheee, it’s so sweeeet… ♪
But, what should I do? I have nothing to offer you to express my gratitude.
I was taught at the “facility”[2] to always return the kindness shown to me by others.
Nnh. For now, may I ask to know your name? I’ll remember it for later, to make it easier to repay the favor.
Uhum, Anzu? Anzu-oneesan, is that right? Okay, got it!
But I’m such a bird-brained type of person that I’d forget it after walking only three steps, so I’ll need to make a memo of it somewh–
H-hmhm?
Eh? Ahh, I should have told you my name first, shouldn’t I? Please excuse my flagrant disrespect! ♪
I am Raika Hojo, and I’m nothing more than filthy and stingy.
Ehhh, it sounds like “a dirty thief”? And that’s– That’s suspicious, is it…?
About that… That’s strange, here I thought I could disguise myself quite well.
Eh? My wording is a little strange, you say? Is that so? Really, really~?
Nn? You say, that aside, if I’m hungry, you’ll buy me a treat from the convenience store… Huh?
Eh, eh?! I’m wary when people are overly kind to me, as it’s strange, so…?
C- Certainly you don’t intend to capture and sell me off…?
Raika: I heard from Grandpa Sakuma once that, a long time ago, there was a place where people like me were captured and shown off…?
That’s not the case? You say you’ve heard about me through ES’ information?
Hahaaa~ And because Anzu-oneesan is a producer— She wants to be kind to me, as I’m an idol?
So that’s the case. Good, good… Well then, I shall take your word for it, ehehe~ And it’ll be a nice treat! ♪
Raika: Onee-san, onee-san, those steamed meat buns are really piquing my interest.
Look, they’re so warm, so soft, sooo fluffy… ♪
Ah but, I’m also interested in this pizza bun here. Is it pizza, or is it a bun? The mystery only deepens.
“If you’re interested in both, you can buy both”?
Thank you so very kindly, thank you! ♪
Uuuu… I feel like bursting into tears. This is the first time anyone has ever treated me with such kindness–
Nn?
What’s wrong, Anzu-oneesan? Your face seems devoid of color now…?
Ehhh? You’ve lost your wallet? “I can’t buy meat buns without money”, really…?
Ah! Is it possible, your wallet— Is it this one?
Raika: Ehehe. Good, so it was Anzu-oneesan’s wallet after all then, that’s a relief.
Now, you have the means to buy those meat buns! Those meat buns that I’ve been longing to enjoy for myself… (Drooling)
…? Eh, you want to know where I found this wallet?
“Did you pick it up somewhere?” I stole it from Anzu-oneesan’s pocket earlier, when we bumped into one another!
…? …? Eh, what? What’s with that look on your face? Are you angry?
Well, come to think of it, I was taught at the “facility” that it was a crime to steal others’ belongings, so…?
I- I’m so terribly sorry for this disrespect! I’ve returned your kindness with such a cruel gesture! A- Are you angry with me, Anzu-oneesan…?
Could it be that you’re no longer in the mood to be kind to someone like me…?
Eh? You say your wallet feels strangely swollen now?
Raika: Ahh, well I know that stealing is wrong. I thought I could cancel out the “bad thing” I did by doing a “good thing” that would outweigh it!
I decided to increase the contents of your wallet! ♪
So then, will this truly cancel out my stealing? Onee-san, you don’t hate me, do you…?
Ehehe. So then, as long as I promise that I won’t steal again, Anzu-oneesan will buy me the steamed meat buns that I want, as promised— Really?
Wowww ♪ I’m so happy, onee-san has such a strong sense of duty, doesn’t she?
Gh– hyaaaaaaaaaaaa?!
Kyuu… Please, don’t shout so suddenly! It’s startling…!
Eh? Centipedes, pill bugs, and bee larvae are spilling out of your wallet…?
Yes! That’s what I said, I increased the contents of your wallet!
I didn’t say that I made you more money, right?
Raika: Eh? No good? S- Seems like it’s rather easy to anger Anzu-oneesan…?
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> [1] Wasshoi is similar to most English phrases of joyous exclamation, but none of them felt quite right to me. Feel free to interpret as anything from "woo-hoo" to "yippee"
> [2] "Facility" in this case is really only part of a word. The kanji used often refers to care homes for the elderly and similar such things, and can also be used in some spellings of orphanage. Raika is suggested to be adoptively related to the Sakuma family in this story, through context clues.
Thank you for reading!
#📚 Stories#raika hojo#enstars translations#ensemble stars translations#my translations#ensemble stars#enstars#hojo raika
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Here's the thing and I'm not saying it's ok, it's obviously not in any way, shape or form, but since I'm assuming you have all the tags of bucktommy filtered perhaps you haven't seen it. Most of the bucktommy blogs (including ones that also ship buddie) have gotten many many hate asks, insulting them, accusing them of something, and just being incredibly disgusting. You literally can't go to the bucktommy tag without finding many posts of buddie fans who tag bucktommy saying shit about the ship, the actors, and the people who ship them. Saying that bucktommy shippers must feel threatened by buddie going canon and that's why they are rude is absolutely crazy (though there might be some that do, who knows?). Now, I'm sure that going to the buddie tag is also hard to do and there must be people who post shit about buddie and I know there are many blogs that are anti the extreme buddie fans. So, what I'm trying to say is that both ships have people that are purposely posting things to make the others mad, that are actively trying to continue this -frankly- stupid ship war. And they are being racist (on both sides, not just bucktommy shippers, I saw a bucktommy blog from a POC person get an ask calling them the n* word) and just plain awful. So, assuming that buddie blogs are better and do nothing wrong is incorrect, and it goes the other way as well. I really don't understand how people can be so mean, and so self-centered over two ships that who even knows what's going to happen? Everyone, absolutely everyone should do better. No one is better than the other one.
Hi anon!
Okay in case you don’t know my blog here is my usual warning that I will be bullet pointing but I promise I’m not trying to be curt/rude (cos you genuinely don’t seem to be on the attack or anything) I just can like explain my thought process better when I can like break it down into chunks 🫡
• I’m assuming you saw either this post which I do end with saying “Like we get it some buddie fans were dicks to you or you disagree or they did something or whatever the fuck but dont start being dicks to an entire fandom???” (Which I feel like it kinda gets the point across of like in general what people shouldn’t do but also it was in the context of me saying that that day there was a surge in the anti buddie fans in the tag, but I also do acknowledge that there will have been buddie fans who have been dicks to them, so I never “assumed that buddie fans are better and never did anything wrong”) Or this one which is just a whole post about why people shouldn’t be misusing tags rather than making people block them and obviously I’m talking in both posts about what I’ve personally seen which is the anti buddie accounts but the principle applies for both and I agree 100% and I did actually make a post earlier than that here where I do talk about both ends and misusing tags as well as not using discourse tags and I talk about both the anti bucktommy/ toxic buddie fans and anti buddie/toxic bucktommy fans so while I understand that you may not have seen that post and out of context it may seem like I only view one side as being better than the other I actually have pointed out before that it’s both and I urge both to just be respectful in fandom spaces, that’s why I even mentioned in the post where I’m complaining about people spamming the buddie tag that I always just politely ask whichever one I see (which again based off what I engage with happens to be the people spamming the buddie tag) but I did make a whole three parter post about how people can improve fandom spaces and how everyone should be doing better
• I actually don’t have the bucktommy tags filtered because as I’ve mentioned before I genuinely don’t dislike them and enjoy seeing their scenes and dynamic they’re just not endgame for me
• okay the racism is a more complicated topic so I do wanna preface this with saying I’m a poc before I have any toxic fans jumping into my inbox calling me a “dumb white bitch” again 😭😭- I don’t know how the racism toward the bucktommy fandom has been -not that any amount of racism is fine obviously like genuinely to those blogs that got shit said I genuinely hope you’re fine- but the toxic bucktommy fans have become a wholeass section of the fandom being racist, which is why I point it out because it’s not one or two incidences but rather an entire subset pushing racist narratives or just posting shit that’s racist u(and again my heart fully goes out to the bucktommy fans who had to deal with people being racist to them I am just personally going based off what I’ve seen and it’s the fact that there are SO MANY racist anti buddie accounts if that makes sense so it’s more widespread in that case)
• as for the comment about toxic bucktommy fans feeling threatened and that’s why there was a rise, i actually didn’t say that but it was pointed out to me by people in my comments and I was like that makes sense and honestly it does because it absolutely tracks that when one side of the fandom is feeling optimistic about something that hints at their ship the other side’s toxic fans will want to put a damper on that, just like I can probably guess that toxic buddie fans probably hounded the bucktommy tag around the time the hospital kiss happened, like it just makes sense
Thanks anon for the ask because I genuinely do agree with most of what you said, and you were respectful with it which I appreciate, but I genuinely urge you in the politest way I can to just check out people’s accounts before sending an ask like this because context is genuinely key and people aren’t gonna be reiterating that it happens on either end when talking about something in the context of one end if that makes sense? And I personally do try to acknowledge it as much as possible even in the posts that I assume you were referring to🫶🫶🫶
#911#buddie#evan buckley#911 abc#eddie diaz#911 fox#evan buck buckley#911onfox#buckley diaz family#911 discourse#fandom discourse#asks open#send asks#send me asks#answered asks#asks
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Date Night
Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader
after being left alone by your date in a ballroom you weren’t even invited to, you make conversation with a strange man that has bindings over his forehead.
tw: murder, sexual tension, you make out with him which is a little bit cringe, romance is a little rushed but too bad, yan!chrollo, i wrote this a year ago and never posted it so excuse the shoddy writing
this is a soulmate au except chrollo is only one who can sense that you’re his soulmate so it isn’t really mentioned, maybe i’ll make his pov at some point.
“You appear to be as bored as I am.”
The lit cigarette in your hand almost topples into the darkness when you jump at hearing a voice behind you. You don’t turn, instead leaning back into your relaxed position against the balcony railing, facing out into the night sky.
You shrug, “Bored enough that I was considering throwing myself over.”
The stranger chuckles, and you swear the sound of it sends something straight to your belly.
“If you’re so bored, why not go home?”
Finally, you turn to look at him. You’re certain that if you were in a cartoon you’d have heart eyes at seeing the strangely handsome man with an odd bandage on his head.
“I mean, you can probably tell,” you say, gesturing towards your outfit, one that you put on tonight in preparation for a nightclub and not a ballroom, “that I’m someone’s plus one rather than an actual guest. That someone has gone off with another woman, leaving me here with a dead phone and no idea where I am. I have more pride than to go inside and ask those judgemental assholes to call me a taxi.” You look him up and down from the corner of your eye, taking note of his no doubt expensive suit. “No offence.”
“None taken. Does that mean that someone is looking for you?”
You sigh, frowning a little. “Probably not. My friends had basically left me alone at the club anyway. I don’t really enjoy going out to bars all that much, so when some guy in a nice suit offered me to be his date to some fancy ballroom party, I couldn’t pass it up. Now I wish I had just gotten a taxi home then and there.”
The man nods, seemingly in a bit of thought, before coming closer and planting himself next to you, also leaning against the railing. You can’t help but side eye how tight the suit is around the muscle of his arms.
“Your date and friends don’t sound like the best of company.”
“You’re not wrong.”
“May I ask for your name?”
You give him it, “And yours?”
He pauses for a moment, but not long enough for you to think too much on it.
“Chrollo… and, if you don’t mind, I have a proposal. It might help with your boredom.”
You nod, tilting your head a little in curiosity.
“Well, I came outside here to see if anyone wasn’t present in the ballroom. I have a plan set up so that I can thieve the antiques and artworks present in this building, as well as the jewellery being worn by the guests.” He hums, tilting his head a little at you. “You’re rather interesting. I wouldn’t be opposed to sharing some of the loot with you, provided you give some assistance.”
You stare at him with a blank expression for a little while. Then, your lip twitches and a loud laugh escapes you.
“Alright,” you breathe out, wiping away a stray tear, “deal. Make sure to leave that fancy pearl necklace the lady with the red hair has. I’m sure it’d suit me better.”
The man smiles, and for but a moment you take note of something other than amusement in the look, but it quickly goes.
“It’s a deal, then. When would you like to begin?”
“Hmm,” you hum, bottom lip jutting out and finger pressing to your chin jokingly. “Probably soon, it’ll be starting to get light in a few hours. Rich people melt in direct sunlight, y’know. Don’t want them taking the loot with them.”
Chrollo laughs, and it’s a gentle sound that has your heart beating faster.
“It’s a shame, though,” you murmur. “As a kid I always wanted to go to a big fancy ballroom in a big fancy dress and dance around with someone until my feet hurt. I doubt I’ll ever get the chance to be invited to one of these again.”
You sigh, eyes drifting from him back out to the scenery beyond the balcony. His own never stray from your face, a fact you don’t take notice of.
“I disagree.”
You raise an eyebrow, but say nothing more, and it prompts him to continue.
“You’re more interesting than all those inside put together. If I had been the one who had brought you here, I wouldn’t have left your side, and I would most definitely want to bring you with me again. Besides,” he says, voice shifting to a more teasing tone, “I’m sure once our little job is over, you would have enough money to come to these as you please.”
You giggle, blushing a little at the sweetness in his previous words, “Oh, with all the money I make after this job I’ll have my own ballroom to dance in. I’ll let you come visit it, if you’d like.”
The man grins, and god you almost swoon. “Oh? You’re sure you’d allow a man like me into your home, sweetheart?”
You’re considering letting him into your bed at this point.
“Hm, why would I not? I thought you were my partner in crime in all of this?”
“Well, I suppose you’re right in that,” he stands up straight, and a hand extends towards you. “How does a dance sound then, partner?”
“Sorry, partner. I’m not going back in there, at least not for a while.”
“I didn’t say anything about going back inside the ballroom.”
“Huh? Ou-Out here?”
“Why not?”
“As cliché as it sounds, I don’t really know how to dance all that well,” you admit rather awkwardly, and he laughs once more. You’re beginning to become addicted to the sound.
“You don’t have to worry, it’s only me out here. I can teach you the basics. I promise, it’s not hard, partner.”
You don’t say that you’d rather not embarrass yourself in front of the most attractive man you’ve ever met, instead hesitantly placing your hand in his own.
His skin is colder than you expect it to be, and when his other hand envelopes around you, gently holding onto your waist, you almost jolt. He leans in close to you, and the faint minty scent of his breath has your head feeling light.
“No need to be so rigid,” he murmurs quietly, “Just do as I do. I won’t laugh at you.”
How did you end up in this situation again?
He takes a slow step back, pulling you with him, and your foot accidentally treads on his own.
“Sorry!”
“It’s alright,” the man whispers, continuing to hold you as though you were made of the finest material.
A few moments pass of what you consider his graceful movements and your awkward shuffling.
“You are a natural at this, sweetheart.”
“No need to lie to me. Maybe next time we’ll bump into each other at the club and I’ll teach you how to move on the dance floor. Or, I would if I knew how. Maybe we can learn together… then again,” you eye him up and down, “you don’t seem the ‘club’ type, Chrollo.”
“I could say the same about you.”
“Is it that obvious?”
Were you two always this close to each other? One wrong move and you might end up brushing lips. You’re not opposed to the idea.
“Oh, maybe not to others, but I’m good at reading people.” He pauses for a moment. “I would describe you as a book I just can’t seem to put down.”
“You can lay me down instead, if you’d like.”
He halts rather suddenly, and you register the words that just tumbled from your mouth with a gasp.
“S-Sorry! Shit, shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to say that-“
Chrollo’s hands are tightening around your flesh within a fraction of a second, and suddenly his lips are moulded against your own, your body being pushed back until it’s pressed against the brick wall behind you.
If you were more coherent, you would be wondering what happened to the sweet gentleman you had been conversing with only a few moments prior. Maybe you would wonder if he had been replaced by some wild animal, evident by the desperation in his kisses.
But you don’t care about all that, all you can think about is how hot the air has suddenly turned, how there’s a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach forming, and how good this feels.
Chrollo pulls back from you for a moment, and through half-lidded eyes you’re able to catch sight of your smudged lipstick around his face. You can’t help but giggle at that, prompting a slight smile from him. It doesn’t last very long, as soon he’s moving lower, face pressing into the crevice of your neck and hands combing over your waist.
“I can’t believe I’d meet you here,” You swear you hear him mumble, but you don’t really have time to think on it, not when his body presses even further against you, and his hands ghost over the backs of your thighs.
“Jump.”
“Hu-Huh?”
He doesn’t give you much time to think about it, as you’re swept of your feet, thighs encircled around his waist and allowing him to move impossibly closer.
Something hard presses to the spot between your legs, and he quickly drinks up the gasp of his name you give in response.
“Oh my!”
It takes you a few moments in your lustful haze to realise that it was not your own voice you heard. Chrollo doesn’t even glance to the side at the no doubt horrified guest who had stumbled upon the two of you, instead sighing tiredly into the skin of your throat.
The poor intruder doesn’t stick around long, retreating back into the ballroom to no doubt call someone to kick the two of you out. Chrollo slowly places your legs back on the floor so that you can stand, and you’re tempted to tear off your own skin you’re so embarrassed.
“… God.” An awkward laugh bubbles out of you, and soon you’re wheezing uncontrollably, doubling over and your head pressing to Chrollo’s chest.
“A shame,” he murmurs. “I was enjoying myself… and by the sounds you were making, so were you.”
You fear this moment will plague you forever and ever.
“Maybe I should throw myself off of the balcony, after all.”
“I wouldn’t allow you to. How am I supposed to get the job done without my partner in crime?”
You laugh, a hand moving to your face so you can cover the blush that’s only growing worse by the second. “… I like you, Chrollo. I know this is a little, um… forward and, well, fast… but I want to keep speaking to you past this night. I-If that’s not what you’re after, that’s alright too…”
You’re not sure you can bring yourself to meet his gaze, especially not after the lengthy pause that follows.
“I would like to speak to you past this night as well... and… I like you, too.”
Maybe this night wasn’t a total disaster, after all. Maybe this is the beginning of something new for you.
“Alright, well… I’m going to go inside, and get a drink before we’re kicked out, if you’d like to join me. Looks like our master plan has yet to come into fruition.”
His hand meets your hip again, “I wouldn’t be so sure on that, partner… Shall we?”
“Wait, let me…” you raise a hand and softly wipe at the lipstick staining his lips and jaw.
“Don’t make me kiss you again.”
“Nope. No more PDA. I’ve learnt my lesson.”
He opens the door for you, and you breathe in a big breath of air. This is going to suck, but at least this weirdly charming man is with you.
As the two of you step inside, your eyes immediately find the food and drinks table, missing the sight of two strange men, one short and one large, on the stage.
“Ah, it seems Feitan and Franklin are ready.”
“Hm?”
You’re not sure what comes first, the ear piercing scream on the other side of the ballroom or the sudden darkness that blankets the area.
Another scream, and you jolt backwards, reminding yourself of Chrollo, who is still holding onto you, his grip only tightening and his front pressing to your back.
“Stay close to me. This’ll be over soon.”
“Wh-What?! Chrollo, I don’t-“
You yelp when something falls down beside you, the thud managing to be heard over the chorus of screams.
“What the fuck is going on?!” Someone cries out near you, “Call the-“
Something wet sprays across your neck and face, and another thud follows.
Is this real? Are you dreaming?
A flurry of gunshots are accompanied by brief flashes of light that illuminate the people fighting to get to the doors in front of you, treading and falling over each other in a scramble to escape.
Red. Red. Red. Every flash has you shaking at the sight of more and more blood, and less and less movement. The silence you soon hear is more deafening than anything else before it.
Someone groans, and a popping sound ensues. It is silent once more.
Maybe this is some prank, some elaborate joke set up by a morally bankrupt TV show, you just happen to be the poor sucker who-
Something cold wraps around your neck, and you taste vomit in the base of your throat.
“You were right. It does suit you better.”
#I was getting mad at seeing it in my drafts so I’m just gonna post it even though I do not like it that much#tw yandere#tw.yandere#yandere#yanderecore#yandere chrollo#yandere hxh#yandere chrollo lucilfer
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there’s a weird inversion that’s happened
LISTEN I’m genuinely having fun w landoscar and happen to also enjoy the real life dynamic they have and bottom line happy w whatever they actually are to each other since we literally don’t know how much any of these drivers actually like each other vs what’s just for fan enjoyment
where ppl have taken the fact that Oscar and Lando don’t play a joint hobby sport outside the track but all their friendliness we see is spontaneous and fond and Oscar is terrible at media and can’t fake anything and McLaren people saying how similar and in sync they are and Lando being more himself in media with Oscar than just his Fun Time Goofy Lando self and Lando’s best friend being Oscar’s friend before Oscar was even in F1 and them being so bad at PR fakery that even Netflix can’t drum up a drama around them and their ship name is barely even known outside fandom let alone being useful as PR - as them being “just PR/work friends”
and that even though he’s said none of the drivers that a journalist kept calling bromance count as his real private life close friends, the fact that Lando and several other drivers publicly post PR content of them doing activities together or riding the same jet and both of Lando’s other teammates publicly pushing their ship names and them being PR currency used across official accounts and sponsors and Netflix literally marketing the Netflix Cup around one of them - means those are “non PR real friendships outside of work”
and the one driver Lando actually consistently spends time with fully outside of the F1 season and shares friends with who aren’t in F1 but they almost never post content with each other for PR and are simply spotted together a lot - isn’t even counted among those Lando ships (Max V) bc fandom at large hasn’t decided they’re friends because… they don’t post enough about it on their main accs…
like Lando is absolutely friends with half the grid and easy to get along with! he’s not lying about those guys even if they’re very handy PR as well!
but very weird to literally interpret actual PR content as proof of genuine friendship and in same breath view landoscar - who flop so hard at being PR that even McLaren stopped using them for content the way they did w Carlos and Daniel - as clearly just being work friends all bc Lando complained that Oscar won’t play golf or padel with him and Oscar famously doesn’t post much about his life outside of work… like idk that’s kind of opposites day stuff ???
again it’s not so much about who Lando is more “really” friends with it’s taking the one teammate Lando’s had who famously fails at PR and won’t even fake smile unless there’s incentive but who cackles at everything Lando says and is friends with Lando’s literal best friend and say he’s got nothing to do w Lando that isn’t PR?? bc they don’t knock a ball around and when they do hang out outside of work we only find out through fans spotting them or one of them mentioning it after the fact like that’s literally spending time together - like that is actually not PR I’m ???
DONT GET ME WRONG I love landoscar staying firmly under the radar and not becoming the new larries and attracting heinous fans who hate real life girlfriends like the other Lando ships - but also very weird to see reality flipped and then being accused of faking a friendship for cameras when they… are the worst at PR of all Lando/driver pairings and them being cute and fun together is genuine…
#wank adjacent#I’ve been following their relationship since the start and literally would class them as we don’t know how close they are#just bc they don’t play padel or golf lol#like that’s not the criteria for me of how much two ppl are friends ????
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Lucifer and Alistair, are the twins here yet?
Alastor: WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’LL BE AWAKE DURING THE SURGERY?!
Lucifer: Al please don’t shout! Lots of people have c-sections while awake. There’s nothing wrong with that!
Alastor: So I’m going to watch as they disembowel me?!
Lucifer: No! You won’t see it. There will be a tarp up! Please calm down. They need to give you the medicine to completely numb you.
Alastor: EITHER KNOCK ME OUT OR I WON’T GO THROUGH WITH IT!
Lucifer: Okay! Okay! *turns to Bel* Can we do that?
Belphegor: It’s possible but most prefer to stay awake. Ya know to see the babies right as they are born.
Alastor: I won’t be able to enjoy the memory when I see my organs in a table!
Belphegor: We won’t let you see that. And it’s safer if you’re awake.
Lucifer: Alastor I’ll be with you the entire time. Just like you were for me. Please cooperate.
Alastor: *uneasy* Fine…but if I start feeling pain you’ll never hear the end of it…
Lucifer: Fair enough *kisses Alastor’s forehead* Now come on…lets get you prepped…
During the c-section…
Belphegor: Congratulations Lucifer, you have two healthy sons!
Lucifer: *looks at them* oh my gosh! My boys!
Alastor: *still on operating table* Let me see them…
Lucifer: *holding them* Look at what you created Al…two beautiful baby boys.
Art done by the lovely @lucifer-imaginaryfriend
Alastor: Couldn’t have done it without you…
Lucifer: so which one is Caius??
Alastor: *blinks* I…can’t tell…?? Maybe this is a conversation to have when I’m not ya know…having surgery…
Lucifer: fair enough!
#the babies are born!#hells greatest performers au#hazbin hotel#lucifer morningstar#ask lucifer#lucifer#alastor#ask alastor#tw: surgery mentioned#no one explained to Alastor what a c-section entailed#c-section#belphegor
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The Widowmaker (Part III)
[Part 2]
18+, slurs, Billy has a daddy kink
Billy settled in Hawkins for a month, laying the Widowmaker to rest for awhile. The last man he killed was an important member of society, blah blah, whatever...the world was better off without him.
But it was a good time for Billy to lay low, to spend more time with Steve, which he really enjoyed.
“There’s something I wanna tell you.” Steve told Billy, fingers scraping the coffee table.
Billy noticed how uneasy Steve was, and this made him uneasy in turn. “What is it?”
“Billy, I—I really like you. I’ve never met anyone like you.”
Billy could hear his father calling him a fag. He knew he’d have to kill again just to quiet that voice.
“Billy?”
“Yeah, I—um…listen, I’m not gay or anything—“
“I’m not either. I’ve never had feelings like this before. Tell me you feel it too.”
Billy eventually nodded, albeit reluctantly. “I feel it. I like you too.”
Not even another word was exchanged before they were in Steve’s bedroom, tossing their clothes about, kissing and touching on his bed.
He threw on a condom and slid inside Billy’s ass. Steve was no stranger to anal, but he’d never even romantically touched a man’s hand before this. He was taken aback by how much pleasure Billy found in his thrusts.
“Feels that good?”
“Mmh, yeah. Steve, oh, god, Steve!”
As Steve caressed his cheek, Billy pulled his hand down to his neck.
Steve indulged him, enjoying the way Billy moaned and writhed beneath his hands as he thrusted in and out of him, but eventually moved his hand and planted kisses instead.
Steve was the gentle type, and Billy wasn’t used to gentleness. It felt so nice and so damn sweet.
He softly shushed Billy as he whimpered.
“I know it feels good. I just want to take care of you.”
Billy nodded. “You…like to be called daddy?”
“Yeah. You can call me daddy if you want.” Steve noticed a shift in Billy once he said that. His eyes softened and his chest expanded.
“Mm, daddy.” He whined.
“Yeah? You like that?” He thrusted even faster.
“Fuck me, daddy. Hurt me as much as you want.”
“Not too much. You’re too precious, baby.”
“Y-you mean that?”
“Of course.” He gently thrusted, kissing him between strokes.
“Ooh, daddy! You feel so good.”
“You feel even better, baby.” He sputtered precum inside Billy. “I’m not gonna last long. You’re too good.”
“I’m close. Just a little longer, daddy.” He plead. “Don’t stop, daddy! Don’t stop! Don’t you fucking stop!”
Steve fought back the urge to cum for as long as he could, but Billy’s tight ass really sucked his cock in.
Billy came with a loud moan, squeezing his hole on Steve’s cock, making him cum with a groan and a mouth full of breathless curse words.
“Fuck. I’ve never had sex like that before.”
“Me neither.”
Billy was afraid to get attached, but it was too late. He simply told himself if things went wrong, he’d kill Steve—but only if he had to.
—
When Steve woke up the next morning, Billy was gone.
He left breakfast and a note on the table.
“Didn’t wanna wake you. I’ll be back in a few days. I’ll miss you.”
Steve clutched the note to his chest and smiled. He couldn’t wait to see him again.
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Billy wasn’t sure if going back to Hawkins was a good idea. Sure, having a normal, stable life in a small town made him seem less suspicious if things ever started closing in on him, but it felt safer being a nobody.
In Hawkins? He was somebody. Somebody special, somebody that meant a lot to Steve. He couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not. Everything about Billy was a lie in every aspect of his life. He lied about his name, his occupation, he even lied about his sexuality. He always knew he was gay.
He wanted to be Billy. Gay Billy who woke up early, turned in late, swam in a pool whenever he wanted, and kissed a lonely, rich guy every single day.
But Billy needed to stop Neil’s voice. The only way to stop him was to keep killing. He needed keep Neil quiet so he could be happy. Maybe killing every few weeks, and living in Hawkins full time wasn’t a bad idea. Hopefully that was enough to keep Neil’s voice out of his head.
“One day, I won’t hear you anymore.” Billy said through his teeth, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel as he sped out of Hawkins. “And when that day comes, I’ll win. I’ll fucking win and you’ll really be dead.”
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Steve: Will you be home soon?
Steve: It’s so hard to sleep without you here.
Billy was floored by the wording of Steve’s text. Home? Soon? Was Hawkins his home now?
Billy: Yeah. Just finishing up a job.
Steve: There’s a serial killer going around the country killing men. Please be careful.
Billy: Lol I’m probably not his type.
Steve: you’re not funny 😭 but you’re my type.
Billy: I love knowing that.
Billy: Be careful, okay?
Billy told him, as if he were trying to save Steve from himself. He’d never want to hurt Steve, of course, but it did make him uneasy to live his life knowing a monster was resting dormant inside him.
When he was with Steve, he was a normal, fun-loving guy and the widowmaker would never emerge. Even in the presence of Jim Hopper, an older, remarried father. He felt no urge to kill.
Jim became someone dear to him, along with his daughter and the sweet wife he had, who would make him desserts and bring them by when Billy was alone at Steve’s while Steve worked.
Billy parked his car in a random residential area, not expecting a thing. He just wanted some place quiet to think, to shake Hawkins off for a bit and awaken the widowmaker.
He was startled by the sound of breaking dishes, and he could see a man beating his wife.
“Stop before the kids get home!” She plead.
Neil. He thought to himself.
He didn’t care if this man was remarried or not. Billy was going to kill him.
He was going to kill Neil.
Again.
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A gift for you - White's day (penguin x reader)
A/N: second part is up. Hope you will like it. Dunno when I can find the time to write my other ideas. But I will try to do them within the next week.
It was March 13th. One month ago you gave Penguin such a thoughtful and sweet gift for valentines day. The relationship between you didn’t change much. You two were still hanging out, joking around. The only difference is, you two were shy and blushing when you guys were alone. Penguin groaned while throwing his pillows and blankets all over the floor.
“Dude, what’s wrong?” Shachi asked while reading the comic in his hand.
“Every idea in my mind is not good enough for y/n.”
Shachi sighed before standing beside Penguin and watching his sketch ideas.
“Maybe you could do this one.” He pointed at one sketch.
This was Penguin’s favorite one as well. “I tried to do a small version of this, but it wasn’t perfect enough. Did you buy something from the store back there as well?” He asked but his best friend shook his head. “Nope. Ikkaku, Bepo and I wanna bake some cookies for her in an hour. Just join us. Maybe we can help you with your special gift for you lovely y/n.”
Penguin’s face was red. “She gave me something special as well. Plus I would do it for anybody… I guess.” He mumbled.
Shachi was laughing. "Come on dude. You have a crush on her and it’s ok. Y/N is a good match for you. So what are you two right now? Friends with benefits? Lover?”
Penguin was smacking his head with another pillow. “We are friends. Nothing more.”
“But you wouldn’t mind being something more right?”
The blushing man was hiding under his hat and was dead silent.
“Ok ok sorry for that man. I mean you two are so obvious it’s hilarious.”
He sighed. “She’s not interested in me.”
“DUDE! Are you dumb?” Pen stood up. “I dunno. Maybe she is interested. Maybe she just wants to be nice. Anyway I don’t want your help, sorry Shachi. I have to do this alone.
Shachi was punching his shoulders lightly. “Cheer up, Pen. If you need help, you know where to find us.”
After dinner, Penguin was still in the kitchen trying to make this as perfect as he could. Law was standing behind him. “Penguin, they all look good. Come on now.” Law was annoyed. “Why do I even agree to sit here for hours just to watch you working in the kitchen?”
Penguin looked at his captain with a sheepy smile. “You are a perfectionist. So your opinion is very dear to me. Just tell me how to make the perfect chocolate please.”
Law was furrowing his brows while groaning. “Like I said earlier. They are all good.”
“Good isn’t perfect, Captain.”
Law was pointing at one of those different shaped chocolates. “Here. This is the most beautiful and perfect thing in the world….happy?”
Penguin ignored the sarcastic tone in his voice as he held the piece in his hands with a smile on his face. “Then this will be it. Say captain, did you manage to organize the other stuff for me, perhaps?” Captain Law nodded. “Yeah I just deposited it in your quarter a while ago.” Law was friendly, patting my shoulder with a rare smile on his face. “I’m sure y/n will love it. Go get her but don’t make out.”
A giant blush creeping on Penguin’s cheek. “C-Captain what are you implying…?”
Law smirked at him. “At least wait for it after your duties and in private.” And with that he left the kitchen, leaving his blushing crewmate alone in the kitchen.
After your sleep you looked at your calendar with a wide smile on your lips. March 14th. You wonder if you will receive one or two gifts as well. With new energy you dress yourself up. Today you guys had a day off to explore the island you docked on yesterday. So decide to wear a simple but yet pretty outfit.
The smile never leaves your smile as you wander around the polar tang.
Suddenly you felt a big hug. Ikkaku was hugging you. “My dear y/n. I hope you will enjoy this white’s day.” She was grinning and holding a bag with cookies in it for you to take it.
“Oh Ikkaku you didn’t have to do this.” You smiled and felt happy tears forming in your eyes. “Don’t cry dear. Not even happy tears, ok? So how about a little treasure hunt today?”
Ikkaku asked and you tilted your head. “O…k?” You asked confused but nodded.
“Nice so here take this. The treasure awaits you at the end of the ship.” She said and gave you a white rose. “Something white for white’s day.”
You continued your way through the polar tang. You met Bepo and Shachi who were giving you a big hug while giving you some cookies and two white roses as well.
“Thank you guys. Did you see the rest? It’s so quiet.” You asked and Shachi opened his mouth. “This is a treasure hunt y/n. You have to be patient.”
“Wait everyone is involved?” You asked and Bepo hugged you again. “We were sorry y/n. But we hope you will like it.” After 10 more minutes of hugging your two crewmates you decide to go further. You met your other teammates, receiving chocolates and a white rose. Some of them hugged you, some of them just showed you a smile.
On the deck you saw Captain Law talking to Jean Bart. As you closed the door they turned towards you. Both of them hand you a white rose as well. “Room. Shambles.”
Law suddenly said and all of your bags of chocolates and cookies were gone.
“They are in your room. Don’t worry. We have a flower vase for you downstairs.” Law was giving you a rare smile while patting your head. “Have a lot of fun today, y/n.”
Jean Bart said, grinning at you. Both of them looked at you with a happy look while you searched the deck.
“If you are looking for Penguin. He isn’t on the Polar Tang.” Jean Bart said and was pointing at the dock. With a quick “Thank you” you left the Polar Tang. On the Dock was a big box with a ribbon and the nametag “Y/N” on it. The vase was next to it so you placed all the white roses you received in it, while taking the box in your hand and opening it.
You were surprised and speechless.
In the box was white chocolate. But no ordinary chocolate. It was shaped as two penguins holding hands while walking on a heart. Underneath the chocolate was a hat and as you took it out you got a closer look on it.
It was identical to Penguin’s signature hat. It even had a penguin on top as well. The only difference was, there was no name on it. You had tears forming in your eyes. You didn’t even think that you would receive such a meaningful gift at all.
“I wasn’t sure if you want a matching hat with your name on it.” You turned around as you heard Pen’s voice. He was standing with casual pants and his black tank top in front of you, smiling. God how you loved this smile of his.
“Are you kidding me? I LOVE IT!” You shouted and sat the hat on top of your head proudly. “We can write penguin 2 on it…oh or maybe Penguin girl” You exclaimed happily and didn’t see that Penguin was blushing.
He stepped a few steps towards you, a heavy blush covering his face. “We can do it if you want. Say..” he said and you looked into his eyes. It was hard to find his eyes with that hat on. He cleared his throat. “Say, did you give me the special chocolate out of pity because of the punishment?”
You held his hand and were beaming at him. “NO I did it because you always helped me, since I joined the crew and because..I kinda like you.” You said while you barely whispered the last part. “What about you? You organized this treasure hunt and these amazing gifts out of pity for the new girl?”
He shook his head frantically. “Well I kinda like you too and ehmm… maybe we can ehh hang out..today? If you are free and have some time to spare?” He asked you nervously while stumbling over his words.
You grinned. “Like a date?”
He nodded. “YES!” He shouted but quickly lowered his voice. “I mean no. I mean uhm whatever you prefer.”
Penguin was so nervous and cute so you decided to be bold and give him a quick peck on the lips to seal the deal. “Then it’s a date.”
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