He had a friend crush on E-19 for like a year. He thought E-19 was too cool for him, and “he’d never want to be friends with a loser like me” meanwhile E-19 thought they were already friends!
Used to have a skincare routine before being put in the simulation.
VERY TOUCH STARVED. Loves cuddles (platonic or otherwise, but he isn’t dating anyone anyways) I hc that E-19 and him have “movie nights” with whatever movies they have in the simulation.
Favourite drink is sprite or 7/up
Has something close to narcolepsy but it was caused by the side affects of being stuck in the simulation. Constantly falls asleep, and hates it.
Made friends with the Salmon creature (Sammy?). They first interacted when Toe stayed late one day at the restaurant to clean/do some chores (he let e-42 go home and rest) and Sammy(?) came alive infront of him for the first time. Now Toe leaves cheese and bread out for Sammy every night for him to eat. Sammy appreciates it.
He is kinda a father figure to the protag/E-42(?), even though they are very close in age technically, toe has been stuck in the simulation for much longer.
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Pushy (HR x Reader) Imagines - PART II [SMUT/NSFW]
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A/N:
Due to a handful of requests, I have separated heavy, explicit material from this chapter and moved it to the next chapter. For those of you that want a somewhat cleaner ending, you can stop reading at the end of this chapter. And for those of you that want a dirtier ending, please wait for part III. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me on here or at reverse,[email protected]. Thank you :))
WARNING:
Some smut, nothing too bad...
Imagine:
Despite your adamant rejection, HR continues to pursue you…
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“Dammit!”
Frustrated, you smacked the wrench against the ground and threw it across the room. It landed against the wall with a loud metallic ‘clang!’ and clattered on the floor in a useless, annoying manner. This, of course, did nothing to alleviate your mood.
“Stupid machines....” you muttered.
It had been hours since you’ve started repairs on the Speed Lab’s sensors, and made very little progress during that time.
Huffing indignantly, you pulled away from the monitors and scrambled oh-so-ungracefully to your feet. Fumbling with the hem of your shirt, you straightened yourself up prior to glancing over at the clock.
It read 7:52PM.
Another late night… you thought.
At this point, all of Team Flash had already gone home. Barry was probably in his apartment with Iris. Cait was spending the night at Cisco’s once more. And Wally was probably at Joe’s place, watching a movie with Jesse.
Leaving you alone in the lab with HR.
The thought of it made you both nervous and excited...until you realized you hadn’t seen the man in several hours.
It sort of worried you.
He almost always came by at six o’clock with a new pot of French Roast and a plateful of doughnuts for an evening snack. And a few times before then, he would come in and just watch you work.
It was a hobby of his.
But, as for today…
Nothing.
Maybe I was a little too hard on him… you thought. After all, HR just wanted to make sweet love to you. Nothing else.
Making your way towards the wrench, you picked it up and replaced it in a nearby toolbox. Heaving a heavy sigh, you ran your fingers through your hair. I should probably apologize...
It was a thought that was most certainly appealing.
At least, to your mind.
Your stomach, on the other hand, growled. Vibrations of hunger hummed all across your abdomen.
You cursed. “Dammit...”
You really should be more mindful of when to eat; but, whatever. Nothing you could really do, since you were so busy. At this point, your best dinner option would probably be to grab a sandwich from Jitters while they were still open.
Maybe even get a cup of coffee if their espresso machines were still running. You took a gander at your watch. I can still make it…
It was only a ten minute walk and Jitters closed in about an hour.
Plenty of time for dinner.
Hell, HR could probably -- you stopped, mid-thought as a sudden guilt dawned on you.
Should you invite HR to come?
It would probably make things easier for you, make it so that you could finally sit down and talk to him. Maybe even discuss where this relationship should be heading off.
It was the smart, common-sense answer.
A complete no-brainer.
Yet, why didn't you want to bring him along?
...Ah, whatever, you shook your head. Grabbing your jacket from a nearby machine, you slipped it on and zipped yourself up. Soon, you started making way towards the door. We can talk more about it tomorrow…
If you weren't in the mood, chances were you’re going to say something stupid and it’ll just end up being absolutely awkward.
You're making the right decision, you told yourself. No need to feel ashamed. Lots of couples don't talk about stuff immediately…
You reached the hallway and made a turn around a corner, when you suddenly came to a halt.
There, standing a few feet away, was HR. He had been pacing, twirling his drumsticks between his fingers as he contemplated serious thoughts. It was a look that appeared completely foreign to him.
So much so that you almost mistook the man for his Earth-2 counterpart.
It wasn't until a broad grin broke across the man’s face that you realized he saw you. Your insides twisted with nervousness.
“________!” HR cheered. “I'm so happy to see you!”
Shit…! You cursed. What do I do?!
He took a few steps forward, arms thrown wide open to embrace you. A charming gesture, had you not ducked under him and dodged it.
He stumbled a half-step.
Turning to you with a hurt look, HR started for you again. “________ --”
“Sorry,” you apologized promptly. “I gotta go. Jitters closes soon.”
Before you could make way down the hall and disappear from his sight, he leaned over and grabbed your wrist. An action that caused you to tense immediately.
Out of reflex, you attempted to pull away.
But the man wouldn't budge.
A deep seated scowl scrawled across your face. “The hell, HR?! Let me go…!”
He pouted. “But if I do, you'll just run away, right?”
“No --”
“________,” he cast you a significant look. “I just want to talk. I swear, I won't do anything that’ll make you mad.”
You gritted your teeth. “You're making me mad right now.”
“How?” He blinked in surprise. “All I've done is hold on to you.”
“Exactly,” you pointed out. “And I - don't like - being - manhandled.”
With every break in your sentence, you attempted to yank your limb out of his grasp; though, it wasn't until the last frustrated cry that he finally let you go.
For a moment, there was silence.
Nothing but the sounds of grunts and heavy breathing - courtesy of yours, truly - occupying the hall. From the corner of your eye, HR watched you intently.
A sudden realization dawned on him. “Is that what you're angry about?”
Your brows furrowed. “What?”
“That,” he gestured vaguely to your existence. “That whole me-dominating-you type of deal. Is that what you're making such a big fuss out of?”
“Big fuss out of--?” You flushed bright red when you recognized that he was on to something. “Shut up…!”
“That is it, isn't it?” He let out a bright chuckle as he pocketed his drumsticks away and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “I'm sorry to say, but...I’ve never really thought about it like that.”
You looked away, completely abashed. “What d’you mean?”
“I mean...” He pressed his lips to yours lightly, lovingly, taking you by surprise. “I love you so much, I just want to be with you in any way I can. And my gosh, do I need to remind you how beautiful you are?”
He peppered your face and neck with kisses, so warm and sweet, it tickled you completely. In the end, you couldn't help but feel part of the anger ebb away.
“Dork,” you muttered under your breath.
Of course, HR heard the loving nickname and smiled against your skin. “Does that mean you’re not mad at me?”
“Maybe,” you shrugged, still embarrassed. “I don't know. Probably.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Probably?”
You avoided his gaze.
Intimacy had always been a big issue with you. You’ve never been with a man and we're always terrified of giving yourself to anyone who just wasn't “The One.”
Old fashioned as it may seem, it was still a very real concern for you.
As if reading your thoughts, HR ran his hands through your hair and comforted you.
“Well, my love,” he grinned. “Sounds to me like you need more convincing.”
More convincing?
Before you could ask him more about what he meant, HR suddenly pulled away and knelt down on his knees. Your heart raced as he gently parted your legs and moved to occupy the space inbetween.
You stared at him, wide eyed. “What are you doing?”
“Asking for forgiveness,” He beamed at you with his brightest smile. “If I kneel down and kiss your legs, would you still be mad?”
He reached forward and started unbuttoning your pants. Panic shot up your spine.
“W-wait, hold on a sec --” You fumbled with your words as your lover unzipped your pants and - quite gently - rolled it down to your calves.
He hooked his hand behind your left knee and brought your leg forward so that you could rest your foot on his thigh. Bowing his head, he closed his eyes, as if he were a knight in the presence of a queen.
“________,” he started, voice husky and sweet. “I love you. I am your devoted admirer, your one and only lover and I will never betray you, never take you for granted.”
Shifting his head, he placed a light kiss against your knee.
“You are my light, my joy, my goddess who fills my dreams each night with blessing.”
He planted another kiss.
“You are my truly beloved.”
And with that, he trailed up a little higher so that his lips grazed against your thigh. His grip was gentle; yet, even then, you could tell how much he wanted to feel for all you had to offer.
A bright red blush clouded your cheeks. “HR, you really don't --”
“Oh, but I do,” he kissed once more. “And I will continue to until you know how much I love you.”
You stared at him in uncomfortable silence as he trailed further up you leg. Nervous, you tried your best to steady yourself against the wall.
“But --”
He cast you a significant look.
“All I want,” he continued on, “is to swear my devotion to you.”
With big, bright eyes, he gave you his most sincere look and smiled. And it was at that moment, your heart twisted with so much embarrassment that you couldn't help but lower your head.
HR’s smile broadened. “Besides…”
You raised your head to meet his gaze, just in time to see him hook your leg over his shoulder and use his free hand to press you steadily against the wall.
Your nerves were shocked with anxiety.
“If you’re enjoying yourself this much,” he grinned. “You can’t possibly be that mad.”
He leaned towards your inner thigh.
Your cheeks flashed a bright red.
“Idiot…!” You attempted to wriggle away, but the man somehow managed to keep you still. “Don't do that here! What if --”
His tongue slipped from between his lips, trailing from the back of your thigh to the front, which he puckered his lips against and gave the plump of your thighs a gentle suck.
You tried your best to hold in a moan; but, it quickly slipped out when his teeth gave a slight pinch.
Flustered, your hands flew to his head and attempted to push him away.
He barely moved as he continued to nibble.
“S-Stop!” You squealed, as HR pulled in closer, tugging the top of your panties so that he could lick the area where your pelvis met your thigh. “We really shouldn't be doing this here…!”
From down below, HR cast you a mischievous look.
“What?” He asked, voice deceptively sweet. “You want to do this elsewhere?”
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