#&*' trashcan / tbd.

[wint3r-h3art]

Y’all be asking for part 2, but y’all don’t even try to reblog??

[zealctry]

the fact that some of you kept me on your followers list even when I went pop sort of blows my mind, sob, ty.

[iernbone]

[walks in, twirling hair] sooo... AU where Artoirel is chosen to become one of the Knights of the Round? :) [I am immediately dunked into the nearest trashcan]

[lunaetis]

I AM VERY SORRY WRIOTHESLEY FOR THIS RACCOON'S BEHAVIOR

[fantasycorrupted-a]

me: i kinda suck at writing spicy interactions tbh

also me: but they can be soft tho....

[necrcmance]

@langdhon​ started following necromance. 

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[13lov]

YOU SINK INTO MY CLOTHES — jjk (new fic alret!)

✰ pairing. — guitarist!jk x singer!reader

✰ genre. — fame au, enemies to lovers, smut, angst.

✰ word count. — tbd. [multi-chapter series]

✰ warnings. — swearing, smut, toxic relationships, alcohol & drug usage, mentions of anxiety & panic attacks. [subjected to change as fic continues on but i will always post chapter warnings at the start of each chapter]

✰ release date. — feb. 2023

Had you met in any other lifetime, maybe things could've worked out better. You could've owned the little bakery you've always dreamed of next to his tattoo shop, occasionally stopping by to bring him fresh pastries when he's in-between clients. You could've eloped on a random day in February, and spent your make-shift honeymoon on a roadtrip; traveling with three, though neither of you knew that yet.

Instead, you're a spoiled popstar with a guitarist you can't fucking stand.

SNEAK PEEK [SMUT WARNING...]

"That's an overstatement. I t...to..."

His grip on your waist tightens; short, black-coated fingernails leaving crescent-shaped indents on your bare skin. "What? You tolerate me?" He teases, punctuating his sentence with a forceful slap of his hips.

His grip on your waist tightens; short, black-coated fingernails leaving crescent-shaped indents on your bare skin. "What? You tolerate me?" He teases, punctuating his sentence with a forceful slap of his hips.

You nod with shut eyes, letting out a shaky "Uh-huh" as you're pushed forward on the leather couch.

"Then stop fucking running from me."

Jungkook bends, using his freehand to take a fistful of your hair as he presses his chest up against your back. You gasp in response, profanities spilling from your mouth with every animalistic stroke that's pounded into you.

Amused, he loosens his grip on your hair, his hand trailing down towards the waistband of your skirt. "Don't drag this out, Y/N, you have an interview to attend. Remember?"

No, you don't remember. All you can think about is Jungkook, and how he's slipped his hand into your thongs; his calloused fingers circling your clit at a rapid pace.

"Shut up." You groan, attempting to delay your approaching orgasm for even a second longer. There's a part of you that wants to savor this moment, though you're not entirely sure why.

"Say it again." He demands, the tone in his voice suggesting that he enjoys when you talk to him like this.

"Shut — oh fuck." Your orgasm washes over you much too quick for your liking, sending chills throughout your entire body. Jungkook follows suit a few slow strokes later, cursing the entire time.

The two of you remain silent as you regain composure, Jungkook tossing the used condom in a nearby trashcan.

"Just so you know," You start, noticing how Jungkook smirks at the sound of your voice, "I still don't like you, and I still think you're a mediocre, guitar-playing freak."

Jungkook hums nonchalantly, adjusting his belt. "Well I still think you're a spoiled little nepo-baby whose never had to work for anything in her life."

Harsh, but somewhat true.

You roll your eyes, slipping your Demonia boots back on. Jungkook's phone vibrates against the floor, where it had slipped out of his back pocket. Tilting his read to read the text message preview, he lets out a sigh and mumbles something about being late for band rehearsal.

He retrieves his phone and heads for the tour bus' exit, then he stops and turns to you.

"Did you mean it earlier when you said this was only a one-time thing?"

"I dunno, did you mean it when you said you were fine with that?"

Silence falls, the two of you stare at each other for what feels like ages. "We'll talk about it...?" You ask, your voice sounding more gentle than usual.

Jungkook nods, "We'll talk."

That's all the confirmation you need to know that this will definitely be happing again.

[sanityshorror]

Sorry if someone has already asked this but can we get some facts about Octavian and Devlin (I think that was his name💀)? I miss the trashcan hat baby (idk if the trashcan hat is even still a thing with him lmao) and I'm dying to learn about Devlin cuz there is like no info whatsoever💀💀💕💕💖💖

I'm in the final stages of reworking Vivi, his re-release is TBD still, I'd ideally like to have his re-release be at the same time as the splatterpunk book I'm writing ft him as the main antagonist - or at the very least, when the teaser 3 page comic for that releases! BUT HAVE A SKETCH IN THE MEAN TIME-

Regarding Devlin Doherty, he's actually @scarfaxia 's character - and yes, in the canonical Hellcrew universe! I can tell you a bit about him, though. He's Julius's second oldest and was a combat marine in the first world war who died on the front lines. Devlin is going to be releasing officially very soon, at the same time of the official release of my character, Cian Lynch!!! (Wonder what that relationship between the two could POSSIBLY be? 🤔😂)

[bxdpriest]

[wint3r-h3art]

Why do y’all hate reblogging fics so much?!

[zealctry]

// done with work, but it's blonde twink babygirl's birthday, so all thoughts are on him, no ability to channel Hidan atm. apologies for owing like 29748484 things, ilu all.

[emmywalka]

TRASHROTHKO

[fantasycorrupted-a]

welp, it’s midnight and my mind is too tired to write so i’ll be back later

[necrcmance]

on the one hand: would love to write Malcolm as the badass, tortured, grieving villain he is.

on the other: his whole shtick is to make everyone believe that he’s a comical, often absentminded, harmless type.

[cptnyami]

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[comrde]

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