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dumbbitchgalore · 19 days ago

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Soon-to-be Single!Price sending this to his soon-to-be cheater wife to show her how good the new babysitter is taking care of him (🌽 link)

John’s intentions with bringing you into the house as a babysitter were genuinely pure. He wanted you to help fill the void inside his twin daughters’ hearts ripped open by their absent, whoring mother.

One night he finds himself scrolling through the Au Pair website looking for the suitable candidate and he finds you. A foreigner, good with kids, previously working as a tutor and now currently on a gap year from studying at university to give a helping hand mouth and pussy to families like his. And that is how he brought you into his home.

John’s wife seemingly did not care, as long as her kids didn’t bother her, she couldn’t care about who’s taking care of them.

Day by day, John becomes enamoured by you. The way you took care of his kids was pulling at his heart strings, daring him to get closer to you, to get to know you better and possibly become friends so that he has someone to take to. That is his intention, right?

He learns your favourite colour, food, the flowers you like, the designer items on your wishlist hoping to be rich enough to buy them. He memorises your features. Your perfect lips, manicured hands, your prim and proper appearance in front of him is almost like a facade to protect yourself.

And it is, you try to protect yourself from John, to keep a distance and always be polite with an air of professionalism. You can’t let him know that your head over heels to hear his gravelling voice, to stare at his cerulean eyes or even just to get close enough to smell his cologne. You definitely didn’t want him to think of you as a strange au pair that he regretted choosing.

Often you and John would find yourselves alone in the home after tending to the girls and putting them to bed and going to the kitchen to enjoy a snack before bed. Tonight, you find John leaning against the kitchen counter sipping on a glass of whiskey as you go to open the fridge. You know, politely acknowledging his presence.

“Care to share a glass with me?” John’s smooth voice engulfs your presence.

You turn back looking at him as you give him a soft smile, “Thank you for the offer Mr Price, but-”

Before you finish, he puts his hand up signalling you to stop talking and sighs before taking another sip of his drink.

“Turning down a man going through a divorce?”

Your eyes widen at his question, “You and Mrs Price are-”

“That slut doesn’t deserve to be called by my last name.” He says curtly.

You nod, making your way next to him and pouring yourself a drink and taking a sip, the liquid deliciously burning down your throat.

“I’d appreciate you not telling the girls, I don’t want them worrying.”

“Of course, sir-”

“John. Just John is fine.”

“Alright, John.” You say and John swears that you were a siren in disguise at that moment. Your sweet voice calling his name like a holy man being lulled in by a succubus.

A few too many drinks later, you find yourself in such a predicament. On the floor, watching yourself in the mirror as you sloppily makeout with John’s cock as he records you. Suckling his head, you drool onto the floor, laving it as your tongue prods at his slit, guttural moans spewing out of his mouth encouraging your ministrations.

You let go of his tip with a ‘pop’ noise, making your way down his length. Long wet drags on your tongue along John’s veins cause him to shiver in delight, begging his body not to cum too early on.

His voice cuts through the air of whimpers and wet sucks as John addresses his wife in the video.

“You could never suck my cock like this and you’ve given yourself wrinkles from the amount of dumbfucks you blew after work.”

John forcefully takes your mouth off his cock, halting the momentum of pleasure inside of him. He grabs your chin harshly, making you face the camera. Your lips red and bitten from his kisses, drool staining your chin as you look at the camera doe-eyed and needy.

“This sweet little thing takes care of the girls better than you do. She’ll be a better wife than you, ya slag.”

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emacrow · 6 months ago

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Danny wasn't the first to be contaminated with ectoplasm. Jazz was.

Thus contant angst and some gore. Viewer be advised.

Born and raised as a fenton without miraculously being effected by ecto while Jack and Maddie wear hazmut suits most the time up to her teen years would take a miracle.

Jazz knew she was effected by ectoplasm since she was a little girl, taking care of danny as a toddler and trying to make sure her brother doesn't eat the glowing green liquid in the freeze.

She didn't want him to get sick like she did... making sure the gadgets stay out of his line of sight.

He was innocent and too young to notice how ne-neglect her parents were being over their obsession of ghosts.

She was infected enough to see the tiny fading blobs flying around but never mentioned to her parents again after last time, and her parent stay in the basement for almost a week and half that time and missing Danny's birthday again.

Jazz was smart though, reading about psychology books far higher in intelligence then her age, and knew enough about the inventions that Jack made gave her an idea..

A terrible but brilliant idea to bring this family together, so danny could have the best childhood memories then hers..

She began sabotage some of their works to jam and malfunction, making some of their work papers as proof seem crazy to be denied so they actually spent time with her and danny as a Family and it was working well enough for years,....

Until the ghost portal work that day..

Then the ghosts coming out of it causing havoc which renew her parents obsession back from the very grave she has surely made they were buried...

Then finding her brother.. her sweet little brother had died and came back due to her sabotaging the portal with the turn on button being inside...

Something inside her crack a bit.

Helping him and distracting her parents was going well enough. Stealing the ecto shot to help her brother heal from the battles of facing the ghosts, red hunter, GIW and her parents. This was all her fault that she knew deep within..

Until Danny (her sweet little brother that she raise, care for, love)went missing during the middle of his sick day with no ghosts being out today when she decide to go get chicken soup from the store..

She should've seen it sooner when she came back and seen Danny's bed empty with spot mixed of ectoplasm and blood, dropping the chicken soup package from the store ..

Their parents loved them that she knew as she grabbed the fenton creep bat..

But she knew since she was a little girl..

Opening the basement door quietly, slowly and walking down the stairs without making a noise.

That they love their work more.

Her eyes burned with burning fierce firey green glow of pure rage and determination as she creep slowly aiming, as she swung the fenton creep hard on the back of Jack's head with a sickeningly crack, then next quickly hitting Maddie hard in the face as she knew they both won't listen to reason..

She know that would only buy her enough time consider Jack was a hard head, but maddie was out for good measurement. Taking the keys to the ecto shackles.

She know that if she were to cry, she will not stop crying if she did. Unshackling Danny's limbs, and pressing the off button on the ecto Ghost muzzle.

Checking to see if he lost any limbs or organs.. thankfully none yet...

"It's going to hurt, but we are leaving together.. ok danny?" She said with a watery tone looking into her brother's tear soaked red eyes, grabbing the ecto fishing string and a needle, giving Danny's a metal piece of material to bite on, onceshe pressed the freshly Y incision as she began to resew. Giving him a couple of Ecto-Dejecto to speed up the healing. (Pretending it was just a gash in her mind instead of seeing her brother's heart beating with a marble sized core buzzing leaking ectoplasmic mixed blood)

Once she sewed the wound up, rushing to put danny in the back of her car, getting the secretly duffle bags containing the things, New IDs, money, passports needed including a USB of the fenton portal and inventions blueprints in case anything happened(it did, it happen oh god..), rush back to the basment, press the button she had hidden in the lab to delete everything about all the information about the ghost portal and ghost files, the immediate lockdown everything including the portal in 5 minutes then self destruction meltdown minutes afterward.. afterall she did help made the lockdown, putting her own special password(She always make sure to had to backup plan to a backup plan..)

By the time she got to her car, and started driving at speed that would've gave her a police ticket, she didn't stop even when she saw the glowing ectoplasmic forced field emerged covering only the fenton house..

She didn't stop when she left the Amity Park border line.. She didn't stop when the loud ear piercing boom echoing.. she just drove to the only person in one place that would help her..

Her distant cousin twiced removed Edward Nashton whom live in Gotham.

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itsvaleriesucka · 9 months ago

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forbidden love

pairing: demon!joel miller x angel!fem reader

rating: explicit 18+ (minors dni)

word count: 3.1k

summary: you and joel lovingly spend the rest of the afternoon together in your room. things began to get steamy.

warnings: sex, kissing, smoking, unprotected p in v, cock riding, oral sex (m!receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, creampie, light choking, age gap (50s/20s), no use of y/n, no outbreak

a/n: my love for demons and angels will always have a special place in my heart. i seriously need demon joel in my life. this is the only way to fulfill this fantasy of mine. i hope you like it! i have other stories in mind that i would like to write soon so stay tuned. please do not read if you’re sensitive to any of these topics. you have been warned.

The dark ambience of sounds coming from your Crosley record player touches a comfortable feeling deep inside your aching heart. The sound escaping lingered throughout the atmosphere of your own room. The aroma of expensive perfume and cigarettes fills the air and into your nostrils on this peaceful afternoon.

Your cherry red almond nails did their little dance across Joel’s tousled salt and pepper hair, feeling every soft strand there is. You both layed in bed beside each other heavenly. Your right leg wrapped and pressed against his lower body, skin bear and visible from your mini white lace slip gown you decided to wear. Your eyes lingered all across his handsome facial features. He’s perfect and he is everything to you.

His strong arm wraps around you, his hand and fingers soothing your soft skin on that bare thigh of yours. He draws you in closer, a feeling he did not want to let you go. With such a feeling, you pulled yourself away and positioned yourself above him, both legs locked and pressed against the sides of his hips. You sat gently upon his lap. You felt Joel’s large hands grip your hips to keep you in place. His thumb softly rubs against your hip bones in a circular motion.

Both of your hands press themselves against his bare broad chest. Your eyes wandered each of his scars he’s had over the past years. Joel reached beside your nightstand to grab his cigarette that’s placed on a red heart shaped ashtray that was handmade by you. Staring at the piece of work, you already remembered you took him to a ceramics studio on one of your dates with him when you both were starting out.

You and Joel are the total opposites. You take him to cute and fun places while he takes you to places that are, well, questionable and odd. He’s mature and you’re young. He wears black and you wear white. He’s a demon and you’re an angel.

Just the thought of a holy and unholy being together made the corner of your lips to curl downward into a frown. You felt your own stomach turn. You were so calm and content seconds ago and now you’re suddenly feeling sad. You tried not to reveal your emotions by forcing yourself to smile and looking away to distract yourself. You felt a tear drop escape from the outer corner of your eyes. You felt the liquid stream down against your cheek. You quickly wiped it away with the back of your hand but it was no use, Joel can already sense there was something wrong, even before you managed a frown.

“What’s the matter, angel?” Aside from being an actual angel, it’s indeed a lovely nickname for you. You always adored the way it draws out from him with that southern accent that sounded as pure as honey can taste.

“Nothing.” You watched the excess smoke from his Lucky Strike cigarette he inhaled, exhale through his nostrils, filling the air in your room. Joel quirked a brow. He kept his expression as stoic as usual. He wasn’t buying that pity answer from you.

“Bullshit.” His eyes analyzed every single expression you gave off.

Fine. He wins.

“For a moment I thought about the opposites of you and I. Our kind being together…It’s forbidden…” you softly remarked. Already reminding yourself of the bigger books and the higher Gods. You completely detest yourself for ruining a precious moment between you two. You wanted to vanish in thin air right now. All you could try to concentrate on was the music that played in the background to numb your thoughts.

Joel rubbed the tip of his cigarette against the ashtray to put it out. He sat himself up while still holding you in place against his lap. You felt his fingers gently pinch the sides of your jawline. He wanted you to look at him and you did.

“I don’t care about that,” Joel pulls you in closer, his gaze never leaving your precious face, “I care about you.” You felt his other hand rubbing small circles against your lower vertebrae to calm you down.

You knew he did. Despite who he truly is, you knew he wasn’t lying. Your mind was anxious and filled with fear of what can happen but your heart says otherwise. You cupped both his cheeks and felt his lips press against the palm of your delicate hand. You lean forward to press your lips against his, never pulling away. His mustache tickled your upper lip which made you smile from the sensation.

Your rushed thoughts were silenced when you felt his tongue slide across your bottom lip. You part your lips, allowing his tongue to explore inside your mouth. You brushed your tongue against his tongue and it felt delicious. It felt delicious to be kissed by the devil. To Joel, it felt amazing to caress and taste an innocent angel such as yourself.

You managed to pull away from his kiss and released a low sigh trying to catch your breath. Both foreheads pressed together. The smell of coffee and cigarette lingers from him. You felt his hot breath against your cheeks when he decided to plant kisses along your jawline down to your neck. You whined at the feeling of his teeth nibbling your sensitive spot against the soft flesh of your neck and your collarbone. You pushed your hips forward against his lap as your reaction to ease a certain tension that began to stir in between your inner thighs. The sudden friction caused his cock to twitch underneath his black boxers.

As much as you needed him, he needed you. You did not hesitate to remove yourself from Joel’s lap and positioned yourself on your knees. Joel knew exactly the kind of move you were about to make so he sat himself up. He watched the hesitancy of your movements. How those soft hands gently rubbed the fabric that covered his growing erection. He lightly hummed at the gentle movement.

Joel did not hesitate to assist you by guiding your hand into the fly of his boxers, allowing you to touch him as you please. You gripped his thick cock and slowly worked your wrist to start a burning sensation in his core as you stroked his cock willingly. His throat vibrated from a satisfactory groan he released. You removed his large cock from his fly and watched as his precum dripped down, from his pink tip that swelled, against his length landing upon your hand.

You brought your hand and licked the precum off your thumb and index finger. Joel grins at your insatiable desire. That naughty glint within his eyes began to shine. You lowered yourself close to his erection.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours.” He commands and you obliged instantly. You part your mouth and shivered at the feeling of his cock brushing precum all over your plump lips. You kissed his tip, allowing a string of his precum stretch in between. You languidly licked your bottom lip to obtain the salty taste. You lean yourself further more to shove his cock inside your mouth. You felt your mouth slowly becoming full. Cheeks hollow. Your taste buds swell to form excess saliva from the taste of his skin.

It was a natural instinct to breathe through your nostrils from the absurd gesture. You tried not to choke but yet you always do for how large and thick he is. You should know better. You felt your cunt lightly clench at the sensation. Your core was starting a fire on its own.

“You look so beautiful like this f’me.” Words that almost sounded like whispers slipped past his mouth as he brushed your hair with his fingers, petting you. You hummed in return to his compliment that his cock, again, twitched at the sudden vibration. With his hand still pressed upon your head, Joel wasted no time and lowered his boxers down, along with your head further down. He wanted the tip to touch the back of your throat. He wanted your mouth full of his entire length.

“Good girl…” he praised and you released a broken groan, almost choking. Your tongue danced along his shaft. He tastes just so damn good that your saliva mixed with his precum is already dripping down past your chin. You managed to follow his rhythm by bobbing your head at a steady pace. You’ve done this so many times and every single time it just keeps getting better and better. Your eyes fluttered shut in order to concentrate. Your hums mixed with soft melodies from your record player tune perfectly together.

Your right hand squeezed his shaft, stroking him firmly while your other hand worked their magic by massaging his balls. If Joel always makes you feel good, he deserves the attention of feeling good as well.

“Fuck,” the demon cursed and thrust his hips forward. He pushes your head further down to the point your nose rubbed against his happy trail and saliva that splattered across. You gagged at the sudden reflex of his cock shoved deep down into your throat. Your eyes watered and trailed down each side of your cheeks. Your cunt kept clenching, begging for more. “You filthy slut…”

The way he called you a filthy slut made you giggle. You felt butterflies form inside the pit of your stomach. Don’t get yourself wrong, you are indeed a good holy being. You always do the nicest things for mankind and try to help out in the darkest of times. But when you’re alone with Joel, it seems like you’re nothing but his devil woman.

You brought yourself to pull away from his cock, trying to catch your own breath. You opened your mouth to release all that excess saliva that mixed with his own juices right upon his cock, lubricating him like the good angel you are. Your small hand now glides easily against him. Wet and sloppy. “I love being your filthy slut.”

The way Joel’s pupils are nothing but wide and filled with lust with such an obscene gesture and words leaving past your lips was a sight to witness. He knows you don’t curse, but in bed, you miraculously do. And he fucking loves it too.

“C’mere,” Joel shoves you towards himself, he wanted you to sit on his lap and so you did. Your breasts pressed against his chest. You felt fingertips tickling on each side of your thighs as he lifts the end of your white mini slip gown to remove the garment completely off of you. You were left in nothing but your white lace undergarment. How cute, it even has a tiny cross pendant that adorned underneath a tiny silk bow. He chuckled darkly at the sight. “You’re gonna fuckin’ ride me.”

You nodded your head so fast that you probably should be ashamed of yourself. You bite your bottom lip to refrain your contentment. You can feel your blood circulating towards your cheeks becoming warm and hot, flustered even.

Using his index and middle finger, he hooked your damp panties that covered your sensitive cunt and pulled them aside. You can feel your own cunt coming in contact with the skin of his fingers. A shiver ran up and down your spine at his touch. His low humming was a pleasant melody to your ears. You lightly gasped at the sudden touch of his thumb pressing your swollen clit. Joel began to rub circular motions and watched how your body reacts. He knows you all too well, he just loves how your body twitches by the devil’s touch.

“There we go…” he murmurs while focusing on that sweet spot of yours that is beginning to cause his mouth to water. Joel can feel his own erection twitch again with anticipation. His eyes fixated upon yours the entire time. He was prepping you for his cock that ached to be sucked inside of you.

“That feels so g-good.” You softly moaned and placed your index knuckle in between your teeth to refrain from moaning out loud. The walls surrounding your room were rather dense that you can sometimes hear certain conversations from other neighbors. Eyes fluttered shut in order to concentrate on the way his calloused thumb skillfully flicks and rubs your clit.

“Yeah?” He purrs and pressed your clit harder. His thumb wandered towards your folds to then wet your sweet clit with your own juices to make rubbing easier. Joel smacks your hand away from your mouth which caught you by surprise. “I want to hear you, angel. Don’t be shy and let it all out f’me. Besides…” He brushes his thumb upon your wet swollen lips and you amorously suck your own taste off, releasing his thumb with a pop. A low hum vibrating from your throat, “…I want the neighbors to hear how good you’re ridin’ me.”

You felt his angry tip poke your entrance that glistened with your own natural lubricant. You are forced to lift yourself up to allow more room for his cock to comfortably slip inside of you. His fingers still hooking the fabric aside. You gasped as your jaw became slack at the way his thick length slowly stretched your inner walls. You watch as his cock slowly sinks and disappears into your aching entrance. As mentioned, you have done this plenty of times but his cock never fails to make you gasp every time at the sudden stinging sensation of the stretch. It’s bizarre.

Joel chuckled darkly and began to thrust himself into you. He needed you to adjust to his length comfortably before anything else. The moment you feel comfortable, you sway your hips forward and backwards, soon bouncing freely against him. You felt every inch of his cock rubbing your warm stretched walls. The way the tip of his cock hits your cervix has your head spinning. Sweet moans and squeals escape past your lips. The lewd sounds of both your precum secreting together echoes.

Your arms wrap around his neck for support while his arms wrap around your waist, holding, guiding, and encouraging you to milk his cock deep. The sight of your own breasts bouncing to the rhythm and movement intoxicates Joel’s arousal. He did not hesitate to pinch and tease your hardened nipples. The pain enticing your mood.

“Oh fuck right there, yes!” You cried as you continued to ride his cock. The way you grind against his lap got you both drowning in arousal. Skin tacky from the sudden heat mixed with sweat forming within you both. With each harsh thrust, oxygen hitches away from your lungs. It honestly felt like he was punching a hole inside of you. But the way his cock feels doing so was absolutely divine.

“You’re doin’ so well baby girl.” You earned yourself a tight squeeze from both his hands that managed to slide down toward your ass. You smiled at his encouragement. He took the opportunity to plant another kiss upon your lips. His teeth nipping against your bottom lip, pulling the flesh teasingly.

“It feels so good, mmm, I need you…” You moaned into Joel’s mouth. You were too carried away pecking his lips a dozen times to finish your sentence. He slows his pace, wanting to hear the right words come out.

“You need…?” He breathes and groans all against your pretty mouth. The way you paused from bouncing and focused on grinding against his lap ferociously while his cock stuck deep inside was driving him mad. In a matter of seconds he was going to spill his sticky seed.

“Cum inside me…p-please.” You begged and bat your eyes towards him, your doe eyes that were filled with nothing but inevitable lust told him everything he needed to know. The perfect green light but yet he still managed to tease the shit out of you, as per usual.

“Mmm, don’t know about that.” He murmured as he paints a wicked grin across his face. The way your brows furrowed with a frustrated expression actually amused him. “C’mon…please…”

A cry that seriously turned him on even more. To your sudden surprise, Joel switched positions where your back instantly touches your mattress. He grips your ankles and brings your legs up to hold you good. He removed your precious panty and tossed it somewhere behind him. You were too flooded with mixtures of sin and lust that all you were able to do was toggle a lazy wiggle from your hips, encouraging him to stick his cock back inside of you as quickly as possible. And so he did.

Joel buries his cock deep inside of you and begins to roughly pound his hips against the back of your thighs, obtaining that tantalizing pace. You huff with each rhythm of his smack trying to fight back a moan but to no avail. It is certain that your neighbors can already hear your glorious cries. You’re too horny to even be embarrassed at this point. They were so sweet, so angelic which always drives Joel insane. He enjoyed stripping away your innocence. Always.

“Look at you angel, takin’ this cock so well. Such a fuckin’ good girl. ” You felt nothing but a tight hand wrapped around your neck. His hand. All you could see were only stars, you began to feel dizzy. “My good fuckin’ girl.”

You began to feel your climax almost pooling in. “Yes! Oh fuck…Joel! Baby, I’m gonna cum!” To help with that, you arched your back so that his cock can rub against that aching g-spot of yours.

Just by his cock hitting your favorite spot had caused you to overstimulate. You frantically released your final loud moan that ringed against his ears. You felt like the earth had stopped spinning once that orgasm came crashing over your entire body that exploded into a blissful sensation. Your cunt clenching around his thick cock caused Joel to collapse right above you, spilling his load right inside of you coaxing a heavy groan against your ear. The warming sensation of his cum seeping inside eased your body. You thrust your hips forward to obtain that final aftershock.

You felt Joel’s cock pulling right out of you along with some of his cum spilling out from your sore entrance. He laid right beside you to try and catch his breath. Rolling yourself, you stopped right on top, embracing him with a hug, never wanting to let him go.

“Like I said, I don’t care what anyone thinks.” Joel kisses the side of your head, pulling you closer to him.

“I’m yours and you’re mine.” You lovingly whispered.

You earned yourself a warm smile from the devil. A smile only you’re able to witness alone. “Let’s get you cleaned up, angel.”

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dira333 · 8 months ago

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Carpe Puella - Kuroo x Reader

For the lovely @misfit-megumi because she asked so nicely. I hope you're feeling as lovely as you are!!!

A/N: Convenience store romance, pure fluff

Coffee. You need coffee. And maybe some solid food to go with that liquid lifesaver, because your stomach lining is holding on for dear life.

The doors to the Konbini swish open. You put your phone away, your fingers already itching to get back to it. Installing your work email on your mobile device has simultaneously been your best and worst decision to date. You can get so much more done. But you can also get so much more done!

“Good evening,” an elderly woman greets you. You nod and smile at her. Right. You’re taking a break. Focus on the real world.

You pay for a can of iced coffee, crack it open, and take the first sip as you trudge through the store. Do you want some ice cream? Some cake? Or rather something savory?

You spot the Buldak Carbonara easily, drawn toward its inviting Logo. Your hand reaches out to take it, but someone else seems to have the same thought, your hand knocking into theirs.

“Oh,” you both say. You blink up and up and up. The guy’s tall, dark-haired, and extremely handsome. As well as beyond exhausted. He blinks tiredly back at you.

“Long day at work?” You ask, because he looks like you feel. He nods. His eyes flicker to the can of coffee in your hand and his sudden envy is almost palpable. You offer him the can before you can fully think it through.

“Want a sip?” You ask, surprised when he takes it. His hand is warm against yours, the chill of the drink having seeped into your skin.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and your eyes are drawn to it, the milky skin above the creamy white of his shirt, the dark red of his tie.

“Thank you.” He looks down at the can and his face turns almost sheepish. “I think I emptied it.”

“Buy me another one?”

His name is Kuroo. He’s tall, even when he’s sitting next to you at the little self-serve bar, waiting for his own bowl of Buldak Carbonara to cool down.

“What do you do for work?” He asks, slowly sipping from a new can of iced coffee. You're still twirling yours in your hands, suddenly too aware of the way your hair must look after hours of work or the fact that you didn’t have time to put make-up on this morning. You don’t know what got into you to talk to him like that. You’re not usually this forward, which explains your status of being a long-time single.

“I work for as an agent for the JSA,” you tell him, ready to launch into the usual explanation of what that abbreviation means. Instead, his head shoots up, his ridiculously attractive hair bobbing with the motion.

“JSA as in Japanese Soccer Association?”

You blink. “You know them?”

Kuroo grins and it transforms his features, turning him from being dark, mysterious, and attractive into warm, boyish, and even more attractive. Damn your heart that stutters to a halt.

“I work for the JVA.”

You can’t help but laugh. “You’re kidding.”

“Never.” He draws a cross over his heart to emphasize before he leans in. “How did you get into Soccer?”

“My dad taught me when I was younger. He trained our Middle School team. You?”

His smile turns softer. You can almost feel how it must be for him, diving into the past.

“My dad played with me when I was a kid. And when we moved in with my grandparents, it helped me form a friendship that lasts to this day. I know it’s hard to believe but I was rather shy as a kid.”

You feel your own lips tugging upward. It’s hard to stay in a bad mood around him, it seems.

“Does Yahito-san still work for you?” You ask, dragging your chopsticks through the thickened sauce.

“No, she left a few months ago. Maternity leave.” He digs his own chopsticks in.

“Oh? How lovely!”

“This was nice,” Kuroo says, the doors of the Konbini closing behind you.

“It was.”

His number is saved in your phone and vice versa.

Inside, this had felt like something, like a moment meant to be remembered. Just like before a goal, the air had visibly shifted. But there had been no kiss, no hug, nothing but a promise to try and keep in touch.

And now, outside on the streets, your life is pulling you in again. Your phone is vibrating in your pocket. Pretty sure it’s Ego, the new Blue Lock Project is coming along nicely, almost all 300 female Strikers have been assembled. Tomorrow, Kuroo will probably be nothing but a fond memory. Someone who could have been more, but never will be.

That thought drops heavy into your stomach. You stretch out your arm and offer him your hand to shake. You won’t be able to handle a hug now, not when you know that nothing is going to come out of this anyway.

“Until we meet again,” you tell him and make sure to smile. His own smile falters but he shakes your hand, the pressure firm and reassuring.

Not even five minutes later you’re walking down the street, eyes on the sidewalk as if you’re trying not to trip. Instead, you’re forcing yourself not to turn back around.

Your phone vibrates again and you pull it out, hoping for once that it’s a call from Ego or Anri, something to keep your mind occupied.

Instead, it’s Kuroo who’s calling.

You pick up and turn around, but the sidewalk is rather crowded and you can’t make him out anywhere.

“Did you forget something?”

“Yeah.” His voice is a little breathless. “Do you want to go see a movie?”

“N-Now?” You chide yourself right away. He probably thought about sometime next week.

“Yeah.” You can hear the grin in his voice, can picture it perfectly in your mind’s eye. “Don’t move, I can already see you.”

And just like that, he slips out from between two strangers, dark hair crowning his proud grin and the twinkle in his eyes.

“Hi!” He breathes, phone still pressed to his ear. “Do you know the term ‘Carpe Diem’?”

“Not on the top of my head, no.”

“It means seize the day. And I suppose I’m doing just that. Or, more correctly, I’m doing Carpe Puella.”

“And that would be?” You can feel your heart bubbling in your throat. This isn’t what you expected, not something you could ever dream of happening. But he’s here and he’s grinning from one ear to the other, fondness warming his dark eyes.

“To seize the girl.”

My Kofi if you want to tip me

#my writing #Kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!#Haikyuu fluff #Haikyu

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icanhearcolors · 1 year ago

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Close Encounter

Summary: A conversation between my Tav and Astarion inspired me to write a short one-shot (I lied it's a series) reader insert about what I think would happen if they met before they were taken by the mind flayers

pt 2 | pt 3

This is pretty much my first attempt at reader insert so be nice to me pls ;-;

Lemme know if I made any grammar or spelling errors

Word count: 2.9k

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“I’ll take the most you can give me of whatever has the most alcohol in it”

You announce, slapping some gold coins down on the scuffed wooden bar. The barkeep who probably hasn’t had any business for the past hour startles out of his daydream and glances at you in surprise. He’s a dwarf, with a braided beard and kind eyes, and if it weren’t for the creaky wooden step stool he climbs up on to take orders he would barely be able to see over the bar top.

“Bit early in the night for that wouldn’t you say?” He asks as he climbs a ladder to retrieve a glass from the shelf above his head. You glance out the window as the last few rays of the setting sun color the night a deep reddish purple before it fades into a comforting black.

You slide another gold coin across the bar. The barkeep smiles,

“Perfect time for some chultun fireswill if I say so myself miss.” He winks, slides the hefty glass full of orange liquid your way, and swipes up the coins before turning to another customer making their way into the tavern. You hold the glass up to your nose and sniff its contents. The fumes coming off the heavily spiced spirit has your nose burning and your eyes watering- perfect.

You tap the glass on the counter and knock it back. You manage to get a few swallows in before your brain catches up to you and the fireswill burns a searing path from your throat into your stomach, settling there and warming you from the inside out. You slam the glass down and cover your mouth with your hand, trying and failing to hold in a fit of coughs.

“Easy now.”

A cold hand lands on your shoulder, cooling your heated skin, and you turn, bleary eyed, unprepared for what you find.

He’s an elf, a very very pale elf- but not sickly pale. He just looks like he hasn’t seen the sun in a century or two. His hair catches your eye, a shocking shade of pure white that makes his skin seem tan in comparison. It’s shorter than most elves keep their hair, and it curls in every direction, framing his face beautifully. Once you recover from your initial dazed attraction to him you attempt to level him with your meanest glare that you hope says piss off. He raises his hands in playful surrender and smiles disarmingly at you.

“Rough day?” He asks in a drawling voice. You take him in. He’s wearing a clean white shirt under a set of padded leather armor, and spotless black leather boots. He looks every bit a spoiled noble that has never seen a day of work in his life, but his hands are calloused, and his eyes look haunted. Speaking of his eyes, they’re quite an alluring shade of red. What an odd color for an elf-

His eyes narrow perceptively, as if he’s reading your thoughts as they flit across your face. He turns away, gesturing at your drink and turning your gaze away from his unique appearance.

“Most Baldurians don’t even touch that stuff until well past midnight, are we celebrating or forgetting?”

You turn your body away from the charming elf and stare into the last few sips of your drink.

“We aren’t doing anything. I’m here to drink, not to talk.”

“Forgetting it is then. Excellent.”

From the corner of his eye you see him grin roguishly, the flash of his white teeth sending a curious spark of adrenaline through your system. Before you can discern why you suddenly went from warm and buzzed to fight or flight, he turns away, tossing a blue coin purse onto the bar and calling for the barkeep, allowing the alcohol to calm your frazzled nerves once more.

“Excuse me Lydon, I’d like to buy our grumpy friend here a drink that won’t burn a hole through her stomach,” He leans over the bar and drops his voice to a low murmur as if he were sharing a secret, “got anything good for me?” he practically purrs.

The dwarf, Lydon, flushes a deep red and grins coyly at the mysterious patron, “Maybe. But I don’t have enough for everyone Astarion, what if someone comes asking me how she got the good stuff and all I’m willing to sell them is stale ale and swill?”

Astarion’s answering grin is downright lethal.

“It’ll be our little secret,” He winks. “I’ll take it to my grave.”

Lydon blushes even darker if that were possible and mumbles something about having a type before trodding off toward the old wooden door behind the bar. You’d never related to anything more. Astarion turns toward you and raises an expectant eyebrow.

“Waiting for a thank you?” You ask, wrestling with the instinct ingrained in you to be polite. Your tendency to people please is what landed you in this run down tavern in the first place. You don’t know this elf, and you don’t owe him anything.

“Well I wouldn’t say no to a little gratitude darling- especially not from you” his eyes trace a path from the top of your head to your scuffed leather boots and back up again, stopping at the blush on your cheeks, he smirks, and meets your eyes again. He steps closer to bump your shoulder with his teasingly, and stays there, close enough that your arm brushes his.

“But no my dear, I’m not waiting for a thank you. I’m waiting for a story.”

“Oh yeah? Keep waiting.” You growl, and he tosses his head back, a genuine laugh bursting out of him. The sound of it is contagious, and you fight the urge to grin yourself. You nearly manage it, save for a slight twitch of your lips that he of course notices.

He tsks, shaking his head at you “I saw that. No use hiding that smile from me, love. The damage is already done.”

You glare, this time with much less hostility.

“Who are you? I’m morose and drunk on purpose, elf, and I will not let you wrestle me from it.”

“My name is Astarion” he says with a wink and a mock bow before he leans in, so close you can feel his breath on your skin, “and I’ll wager you’ll let me do a lot worse than that before the end of the night.”

Your breath catches, your pulse picks up, and you’re about to lose yourself in those strange eyes of his when a loud creeeeeaaak and a crash causes both of you to leap away from one another. The dwarven barkeep’s old step stool seems to have finally given in. He lay sprawled on the floor behind the bar, his foot caught in between the split wood.

“GODS DAMMIT” He howls, kicking off the stool. He sighs and hobbles up to you and your new… companion. You can see nothing but his angry eyes and the flushed red tips of his ears as he pours your drink and reaches up to hand it to you. When you grab for it he pulls it out of your grasp and stares at you with a threat in his eyes.

“You didn’t see that.” He snarls at both of you.

“See what?” Astarion feigns ignorance, looking around the room dramatically for whatever the dwarf could possibly be talking about. The barkeep rolls his eyes and hands the drink to you before limping off to find a chair to stand on.

You breathe slowly through your nose.

In.

Out.

In.

You will not laugh.

You have self control.

You take one glance at the pinched “I’m trying not to laugh” look on Astarions face, one that probably mirrors your own, and you explode in a fit of giggles so intense they make your stomach ache.

Astarion can’t hold it in either and slaps the table in his silent gasping laughter, the two of you making quite a scene, but somehow you really don’t care.

You wipe tears from your eyes and sigh once your laughing fit subsides, your sour mood a distant memory despite your best efforts to cling to it.

“How dare you,” You whine half-heartedly. “I was so committed to my bad mood and you had to go and ruin it.”

Astarion’s eyebrows lower in confused amusement.

“Awww you poor sad little thing. I’d apologize, really I would, but unfortunately for you I’m not sorry.”

You take a swig of the drink he bought for you. It tastes of cherry and currant, and you have never had something so delicious from such a tiny little tavern.

“You should be” you murmur, hanging your head, the humor fading as you’re reminded of why you’re here in the first place.

Astarion notices your shift in demeanor and reaches down, lifting your chin with a cool finger and bringing your gaze to his.

“About that story,” He smiles encouragingly, and you give in.

The alcohol must really be getting to you now, there was no other explanation for the warm, safe feeling that hummed under your skin. Astarion was sweet, and attractive. His attention felt good, and before you could even make the decision to trust him you were already talking. You told him how you were a magistrate in the lower city, complained how the court system was broken and corrupt, and how the judge only appoints magistrates that unthinkingly obey his preferences, never allowing them to make their own judgements. You had tried for months to get on his good side but you think all you did was obliterate any meager scrap of respect he did have for you, and now every interaction you have with him he barks orders at you like you’re his dog and then dismisses you. You were thinking of finding a new profession altogether, but the lower city was plagued with crime, good people died every day because of it, and you had the power to help at least a little if only your boss wasn’t such an asshole. To your embarrassment you began to tear up as you finished your story.

Astarion for his part never interrupts you. He listens with rapt attention to your woeful tale, an indiscernible look on his handsome face. You try to turn your head away as a tear escapes your eye but his grip on your chin tightens, forcing you to stay right where you are. He wipes it away with his other hand and stares at you for a moment, seemingly deciding something.

He reaches up and drags a hand through his hair, releases a held breath, and plucks the glass from your hand, drinking what was left of its contents in two gulps. He brings the glass back down to the counter, a drop of the crimson wine dripping down his chin. The image gives you an odd feeling, like you’re missing a revelation that is only just out of your grasp. He glances behind you, and you turn and follow his gaze to another rather pale looking elf, this one with darker hair but similarly colored eyes watching the two of you with rapt attention. Goosebumps rise on your skin and that fight or flight instinct is back in full force. Your heart begins to pound against your chest, understanding the danger that you’re in even if you do not.

“Smart girl” Astarion murmurs, and you whip back around to face him.

He wipes his face with his sleeve and grabs you by the hand, pulling you off the bar stool.

“W-what are you-” He places a hand on your lower back and begins deftly guiding you through the raucous crowd of drunk Baldurians. One stumbling wizard in the crowd pats his pockets down and cries,

“Has anyone seen my coin purse? It’s blue!”

“Walk faster” Astarion says into your ear, his warm breath whispering across your neck. You do as he says.

After what feels like a lifetime of dodging drunk elbows and slipping through temporary openings in the crowd you reach the exit, and Astarion rushes you soberingly into the cold night air.

“You stole that guy's money didn’t you?” You accuse.

He doesn’t even have the decency to deny it,

“What are you going to do darling? Arrest me?” is his reply.

He doesn’t slow down for a single second, ushering you into a dark alley near the tavern.

“Astarion what are we doing? You can’t just wander into abandoned alleyways at night! This is how people get kidnapped.”

His startled gaze clashes with yours in the dim light for a moment before he laughs. Not an amused genuine laugh, but a pained, choked sound that claws its way out of his throat involuntarily. He runs a hand through his hair once again and then turns away from you, shaking his head in disbelief.

“It is indeed, darling,” He whispers so quietly you have to lean towards him to hear it.

“You have no idea.”

You don’t have time to react, the alcohol slowing your reflexes, before his hand is around your throat and your back is against the brick wall of whatever building is behind you. You reach up and grab his wrist, eyes widening in panic. For a flash you see in your mind your body lying asphyxiated in the revealing light of morning, another victim to the merciless city of Baldur’s gate, and you prepare to fight like hell, when Astarion lunges for you and…

Kisses you?

Your brain short circuits, all thoughts drifting away with the sensation of Astarion’s mouth on yours. His hand around your throat gentles, his long fingers drifting over your skin until they press into your pulse point, feeling your racing heartbeat.

You fist his shirt sleeve in your hand. Maybe it's because you’re smashed, maybe it’s because you can’t remember the last time someone kissed you, maybe it’s because you know no one that’s ever kissed you has been as good at it as this man- whatever the reason may be, you kiss him back.

He tilts his head and deepens the kiss, stepping closer until his body is pressed against yours. You reach up to do what you’ve been dying to do since you first saw him and feel the soft strands of his hair.

He leans into your touch and it emboldens you to kiss him deeper, your tongue scraping against something… sharp?

He gasps and pulls back, just a few inches, staring into your eyes. He seems to be searching for something, almost desperately.

You stare back, equal parts terrified of and enraptured by this beautiful stranger.

Finally, he drops his hand from your neck and steps back, the cold air assaulting you once more as you crash back down to reality. You gaze at Astarion, confusion written all over your features.

“I can’t do this” He laughs. It sounds just as pained as the last one.

“Can’t do what?”

“I can’t bring you to him”

His head snaps up to the sky, studying the stars.

“I still have time to find another. Petras saw me with you, he’ll tell Cazador if I come back with someone else. But I can lie. I can say you knew what I was, escaped before I could lure you back. Maybe he won't question it. I’d spend a few weeks in the kennels but it could be worse. I can’t tell him I changed my mind, I can’t spend another year in that tomb.” He’s rambling now, not to you but to himself.

He rubs his face in his hands and takes another stumbling step back.

“Go” Is all he says.

“Go? Go where?” You mumble, feeling cold and strangely a little hurt by his retreat into the shadows.

You don’t have dark vision, in the dim torch light much of his face is now hidden from you, but his eerily red eyes seem to glow like a cat’s now in the dark. The sight fills you with dread. Pieces begin to connect, the hundreds of unsolved missing person cases, the handful of eyewitness accounts claiming they saw the missing leave with someone. The descriptions varied, but a few details remained constant. The unknown person was always charming, flirtatious even, they tried to get their victims intoxicated in some way, and they always had a pallid complexion, red eyes, and sharp canines. Sifting sluggishly through your muddled memories you can even recall a couple of accounts of victims leaving taverns on the arm of a white haired pale elven man.

Astarion was a vampire.

“Go back to the courts,” He begins, “and never apologize to Judge Eruien. Stand up to him when he’s being an ass, he’ll never respect you otherwise. Go back home and lock your doors safely behind you. Never invite anyone in unless you trust them implicitly. Go back to your life in the sun, make Baldur’s gate a little better just by being in it, and if you ever-” He leans toward you, his face inches from yours once more. Now that you know what to look for, you catch glimpses of his uncomfortably long canines with every word that he speaks.

“See anyone with eyes like mine again… run.”

With that he steps back into the shadows. They seem to swallow him whole, and you do run, a small voice in the back of your mind reminding you that you never told Astarion the name of that judge you were lamenting about.

In the years that follow you take his advice, and your work life drastically improves. Enough so that you feel comfortable asking the old elven judge about his former magistrates, a tear dripping down your cheek as he tells you what he can recall about a white haired elf with golden eyes and a promising future that was ripped away when he was murdered almost two centuries ago by a gang of Gur that didn’t appreciate his final ruling.

A month later you wake up in a nautiloid.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x reader #angst #oneshot #baldurs gate astarion

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c00kieguy · 4 months ago

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The inner workings of Boothill

Trying to dissect him so, hear me out. (not too much tho, i'm not a car expert I just like looking stuff up)

I'd like to think he's powered by something similar to hydrogen instead of liquid fuel because;

This game has really advanced technology, so for someone like Boothill to still use the the 'old' fueling method would make less sense

The hole on his back is expose and if he had liquid fuel in him instead of compressed gas it would just...get everywhere. Not electric either because the fuel port only have 1 big hole as opposed to multiple small ones

No emissions this way, sure there's still steam but no harmful gasses and I think he'd prefer it that way.

It just makes a lot more sense for him to have a fuel cell instead of a fuel tank. Before I get into the more general headcanons I have I want to briefly explain how a hydrogen car is powered -

who am i kidding, this is a headcanon post not a chemistry class

oxygen + hydrogen go IN ⇒ energy + water come OUT

moving on;

I like to think looking after his body is something he takes a lot of pride in doing. It keeps him rooted and if anything goes wrong he'd figured it out fast

Has a temperature regulator close to his collarbone to regulate this head's temperature (since he doesn't have a body anymore). Takes in heat from the fuel cell and also has a coolant line running through it to adjust the temp.

He prefers mixing his own coolant using antifreeze and water over buying the premade stuff. Gives him more control over what goes into him and he just likes to keep tabs on everything about his body.

Distilled water only. Demineralized water? fudge no, and don't even think about suggesting tap water

Not too picky about the color but prefers blue, just makes it easier to check for leaks (yellow makes it look like he peed himself and red is, well, blood)

Flushes the reservoir once a year even thought that's not necessary. He just had it go bad once (the sickly sweet smell covered him for days) so he's not willing to take any risks

Doesn't need oil on the inside since the fuel cell has no moving parts but he does need lube for his joints. Has a preference for synthetic oil so yes, he still smells like oil. rejoice.

He takes in oxygen from various parts of his body and also expels a lot of vapor during fights, it's partly why he wears such little clothes.

The main inlets are the small holes under his chest but sorta outwards? These ones

And the holes in his hands as well. If you happen to touch those parts you'd feel some suction but he will get mad so maybe don't do that

Other less notable inlets are his chest + ab plates. They move apart slightly and can take in air if needed, but due to how much he moves around they're not that reliable, it's just a safety net.

He can store a small oxygen tank if he ventures anywhere with none of it (like in water or just on a planet with no air) but it limits his movements so he prefers not to.

As for the exhaust, it comes out from between the silver plate on his back.

Usually it's just low pressure steam. People wouldn't even notice it

but when he get's in a fight, he consumes more fuel, so steam can come out full force and hot enough to cause third degree burns to the unfortunate soul standing behind him.

If you listen closely you'll here his air inlets making noise too, it's why he gets very noise during battles.

It's hard for him to go stealth mission like this so he has a feature to block the exhaust when needed, it cools the steam down into water and stores it until he has time to empty it out.

In colder places he just straight up starts dripping water down his back when fighting. Yes it's safe to drink, no you can't lick his back maybe if you ask nicely he'll let y-

ps: DON'T drink water from a hydrogen car. The water itself is initially drinkable (literally just pure H2O) but by the time it comes out it's already been in contact with the inside of the exhaust pipe and you don't know what kinda dust/gunk gets in there.

any car experts/enthusiasts feel free to correct me lol. Everything here is just from 3 hours of surface level research

#honkai star rail #boothill #hsr boothill #hsr headcanons #hsr #c00kie.writes #i only like learning new things if it's for a headcanon #they should have a math evet in hsr with statistics and probabilities with ratio and screwllum giving you tips

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apolloendymion · 1 year ago

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ok! i think tumblr ate my fucking apple cider recipe post. still, my autumn equinox tradition must carry on!

Apollo's Foolproof From-Scratch Apple Cider That Was So Good It Allegedly Landed Me A Boyfriend

you will need:

12 apples (the variety is up to you, i usually do half granny smith and half whatever's on sale plus a red delicious for garnishing)

10oz raisins

cinnamon sticks, whole cloves, star anise, nutmeg, allspice, cardamom pods, any other warming spices u like (whole > ground) (follow ur heart on the amounts, it's like garlic just throw so much in there. just go wild)

1 orange

brown sugar (i don't have measurements but be prepared to use a LOT lmao, i always buy at least one 32oz bag. you'll be sweetening to taste.)

large pot with lid

potato masher (optional)

two large bowls/pots/receptacles to strain the cider into

fine mesh strainer

cheesecloth or coffee filters (optional)

apple corer or knife

citrus zester

slotted spoon or ladle

the steps:

1. scrub apples gently under hot water to remove grocery store wax coating. core apples making sure all seeds & stems are removed. add apples, raisins, and mulling spices to pot with enough water to fully cover ingredients, and bring to boil. reduce heat, cover, and simmer for 1 hour.

2. scrub orange to remove wax. zest and juice, avoiding the pith & seeds. use a potato masher or other utensil to lightly mash boiled apple mixture so every apple slice is at least partially broken up, then add the zest & juice to the pot. bring back to boil, reduce heat, cover, and simmer for another hour. then turn off the heat and allow mixture to cool.

3. place two mesh strainers over two bowls or pots (and cover each with a cheesecloth or coffee filters, if you have them). with a slotted spoon or ladle, remove as much of the solids from the pot as you can and place them in one strainer (the larger one, if they are different sizes) to drain, then press out as much liquid into the cheesecloth as possible.

4. pour the cider from the simmer pot into the second cheesecloth and press. combine the liquid from both bowls.

5. add brown sugar to taste

cooking tips:

the times listed above are bare minimums. once all the ingredients are in the pot (minus sugar!) you can simmer as long as you want, so long as someone's nearby to supervise.

always add any sweeteners after the cooking process. otherwise, they'll burn and make the whole thing bitter.

if it's too acidic, add baking soda or more spices. if it's not acidic enough, add lemon juice, additional orange juice, or apple cider vinegar.

variations:

add 12oz fresh cranberries to the first step

sub oranges for lemons or apple cider vinegar

sub brown sugar for straight molasses, maple syrup, or alternative sweetener of your choice (I'd imagine fig or other fruit-based sweeteners would work best)

report back to me if you try something new!! i want to hear how it turned out!

serving suggestions:

add three or four cinnamon imperials (red hots) to your mug, along with a dash of fireball whiskey if you're so inclined. i cannot stress enough how fucking amazing this tastes.

garnish with apple slices, orange slices, cinnamon sticks, and/or star anise

if you have dairy-free ice cream on hand, pour some cider over a scoop. you can use dairy ice cream, but it's more likely to curdle.

freeze some in an ice cube tray, then blend with some non-frozen cider for a slushie

ok I've never tried this, but i bet blending with pumpkin puree would slap. PLEASE tell me if you try it

this makes a metric fuckload of cider, which is very rich and can be watered down considerably (seriously). share with your friends and/or freeze some to last the season (or halve it, i guess, but that's no fun :P)

#mabon #autumn equinox #fall equinox #apple cider #recipe #autumn recipes #fall recipes #from scratch #easy recipes #apollo's recipes

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1wingedtraveler · 2 years ago

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Scaramouche's "training"

🍄Scaramouche x AMAB reader

🍄 SMUT, MDNI

🍄Warnings: no pronouns for the reader, Scara sucking a dildo, ejaculating toy, size king, dumbification, corruption kink

It was his own idea after embarrassing situation that took place few months ago.

It was his first time he triying to suck you off. He was absolutely terrible. He was a centuries old virgin even thought, he tried to deny it with all his might. Poor thing almost passed out first time he saw you naked. Playing a tough guy, he went down his knees, wanting show off how good he was. Immediately he tried shoving it whole down his throat which, of course, ended badly.

He slightly scratched you with his teeth while he fell backwards on the floor, red faced, in a coughting fit.

You teased him endlessly because of it. You jokingly said how could train him. Well, he ended up taking you up for it.

You started by buying dildos of diffrent sizes.

Starting small about 3.5 inches. The start was the hardest. Usually ending with him choking and pulling back half-way through. But gradually he became way better after following your instructions. He started using his tounge, bobbing his head faster and more rhythmically. After he grasped the basics it was time to move on bigger toys.

Another two went smoother. He still struggled, sure, but he was getting used to them faster.

Now it was his first time with a cock on bigger side. Slurping and gagging sounds could be heard across the room.

You were watching Scara struggle to take big monster dildo up his throat. It was purple, his favorite color. All kinds of bumps and ridges decorated it. You thought that regular ones were getting kind of boring so you changed things up a little

"Hey, have you forgotten? Eyes on me"

You wanted him to make constant eye contact while he sucked it. It was bringing you such joy, watching him strugge to keep his eyes opened and focused on you

You always asked him to wear make up for your little training. Watching his red lipstick get smuged, mascara running down his cheeks was a a sight to see

Moans were getting louder. Seems he was enjoying it a little too much. You could see a wet patch forming in his shorts. At first you thought he just wanted impress you but he really was turning into whore who loved cock down his throat. You smirked as watched how stupid he looked right now. Hazy, unfocused look in his eyes. Black tears running down his flushed cheeks down to his sloppy lips. He drooled all over himself and the toy. You decided to suprise him a little

You pressed a button on small remote you hidden in your pocket. Scaramouche's eyes shot up as he felt thick liquid go down his throat. It immediately bubbled out of the corners of his lips, some of it even leaked out his nose.

He stayed still, shocked and wide eyed, swallowing whatever the dildo had to give him.

He looked frozen in place for a while. You got called out to him and when he didn't respond, annoyed, you went up to him and pulled up his head by his hair. His lips slipped out of the toy with a pop, serval strings of saliva still connecting him to the toy. You were met with dazed weak smile. His eyes seemed to display pure ectasy

Looks like you trained your slut well

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #sub scaramouche #sub genshin impact #genshin impact smut #scaramouche x reader

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seventeenytiny · 1 year ago

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Alone Time - Felix Drabble

Smut: Minors DNI

Felix buys himself a new bear plushie to “play” with while he’s home alone. oh did I mention his bladder is full?

Contains - Smut, Minors DNI, male masturbation, piss kink, stuffed animals, femboy Felix

Word Count - 677

Author’s Note - Okay this might be the filthiest thing I’ve written, at the very least a top contender. So this is completely inspired by this video right here (this link sends you directly to a real porn video!) I came across this video and this is honestly something I wouldn’t usually click on but something about it really got to me. And then I started thinking, hmm what if this was Felix? So then I had to write it down. If you aren’t into piss, don’t read this! Not every kink is for everyone :)

Felix pulled out his new stuffed bear with shaky hands, his breathing heavy. He was so, so excited to finally try this.

He had on his cute little outfit consisting of thigh-high tights and a skirt, an outfit he had been saving for the right moment. The waistband of his skirt pushed against his bladder, reminding him of how achingly full he was. Once he found out he was going to be able to have some alone time at the dorms tonight he began chugging water right away. Even Seungmin noticed, commenting on how squirmy Felix was getting right before he headed out.

Felix was hard, painfully hard, his dick trapped by the confines of his pretty lace panties. He takes a deep breath and pulls down his panties, the cool air hitting his cock has him shivering from sensitivity. He lifts up his skirt to stroke himself, quiet moans slipping past his plump lips. His cock was red and swollen, a bead of precum was already forming at his tip. He stands near the edge of his bed, holding the legs of the bear together as he stuffs his cock in between them. He grinds against the bear, the soft fabric against the velvety skin of his member brings him pure pleasure.

The feeling of fullness in his bladder only elevates his sensitivity. He grinds and fucks into the toy, doing his best to hold his bladder as long as he can. It gets harder and harder to hold, beads of sweat form on his forehead as he bites down on his lip. He lets out a whimper, his legs are now shaking from desperation. He steadies himself and stops grinding into the toy, he holds his cock over the belly of the bear, a tiny stream of piss coming out. He swallows hard, trying to not release his bladder all at once. He lets out another spurt, a hissing sound can be heard as the golden liquid hits the plushie. He pauses again, watching his mess get absorbed by the bear.

He ruts into the bear again, his bladder still quite full. The fabric of the toy is wet and warm, a sensation he’s never quite felt. He whines with each move, enjoying himself and how filthy he feels. He starts to let more piss out with each thrust, spurts covering the toy, some missing it and covering his bed sheets.

The relief of his bladder aids in pleasure, yet he stops his hips again. He holds the bear still and releases a steady stream right on to its face, the large amount of cotton in its head has no problem absorbing all the liquid. Felix cries out, his legs unsteady as he can finally feel the pain of his bladder go away. The sound of his piss hissing as it hits the toy is all he can hear.

He begins to grind back into the bear, piss spraying everywhere again as his bladder nears empty. His breathing calms slightly once he’s emptied everything out onto the bear. He’s never been harder as he fucks into the toy, it now dripping with his mess. Wet sounds fill the room as he pounds into it as if his life depends on it. He can feel his climax approaching, that familiar feeling builds up fast as his cock twitches. He gives a couple more thrusts before white ropes of cum cover the plushie, he sobs as the best orgasm of his life takes over his body. His whole body shakes before he falls against his bed. He’s disheveled, his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat and his skirt wet and clinging to his legs. He looks over to the stuffed animal, absolutely drenched with his piss and cum, the toy hardly resembles the soft fluffy bear it once was when he first got it.

Felix smiles to himself, happy to finally live out a fantasy of his. This will be his little secret, no one will ever know what he did while he was left alone.

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sexilene · 7 months ago

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figured its time for sum more chatting!

the springtime angel bombshell!!

makeup & tips to look like a glowing sweetheart angel! its spring! 🤍

here is my spring makeup routine that will leave you looking like a cherub, vs angel, glowing goddess! ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

wanna look like this, this spring? 🌸🐇🧁

remember to moisturize, spf and tone before hand! here's what i use as prep 🌸

-charlotte tilbury magic cream or laneige water bank blue hyaluronic cream moisturizer

-beauty of joseon sunscreen relief sun

-lancome hydrating toner or the caudalie natural salicylic acid pore minimzing toner

now for primer here are my go to's (water based)

-charlottle tilbury invisible UV flawless primer SPF 50 ($$$ but heaven!)

-laura mercier pure canvas primer illuminating

-benefit cosmetics porrfessional lite primer water-based (classic, does the job!)

for foundation i usually use a minimal coverage or a skin tint...💁🏼‍♀️ (again, water based 💗)

-charlotte tilbury hollywood flawless filter (can you tell i love charlottle tilbury? lol)

-dior backstage face & body foundation (my forever re-stock)

-dior forever skin glow foundation SPF 15 (love this so so much)

-saie slip tint

-nars light reflecting advanced skincare foundation

concealer!! 💘

-charlottle tilbury beautiful skin medium to full coverage radiant concealer

-huda beauty glowish bright light hydrating sheer concealer

-MILK makeup hydrating concealer

-hourglass vanish™ airbrush concealer (omigodddd!!)

-dior backstage concealer (forever fave)

powders and blush! 🙋🏼‍♀️

-nars powder blush (classic, make sure you get a shade that will give you a rosy almost 'cold' look that matches your skin tone! you wanna look flushed!

-nars afterglow liquid blush

-westman atelier baby cheeks cream blush stick (very 80's)

-GXVE dewyplump collagen boosting cheek tint

-dior forever glow maximizer longwear liquid highlighter (make sure you get it in pink! ik its highlight but it works just the same, glowy and flushed!) 🌸

-drunk elephant rosi glow drops with vitamin f

-too faced cloud crush blurring blush (soft pink!)

-M.A.C mineralize blush (any of the pinks, omigodd woww)

-M.A.C extra dimension blush

-charlottle tilbury mini hollywood blush & glow palette (mix them with ur brush!!)

-givenchy powder

-charlottle tilbury airbrush flawless finish setting powder

-huda beauty bake powder

-hourglass powder

bronzers! wanna look sunkissed!!

-drunk elephant bronzing drops

-hourglass bronzer

-charlotte tilbury filmstar bronzer

-patrick ta bronzer (literally so 80s)

-l'oréal paris true match lumi glotion

setting spray to lock it in!

ive found that this one work best on me and i'm addicted to the smell! but honestly anyone that works best for you should do it! 💕

-charlotte tilbury airbrush flawless setting spray

eye-shadow! you wanna stick to whites, creams, light pinks, light browns

-maybelline expert wear eyeshadow in seashell

-clinique shadow in angel eyes + sugar cane!

-M.A.C eyeshadow in yougurt + blanc type

-too faced natural eyes eye shadow palette (i love this soo much, this is the perfect vibe)

-too faced born this way natural nudes mini eye shadow palette

mascara and lashes! thank goodness i was blessed with amazing lashes lol! i find that if you start by separating the lashes with a semi-dry fluffy mascara, then with a thin brushed mascara, then again with a non-dryed fluffy brush, it works wonders!

-lancome monsieur big volumizing mascara (i loooove thick fluffy brushes)

-too faced better than sex mascara

-lancome lash idôle lengthening & volumizing mascara

-glossier lash slick lift

-hourglass lengthening mascara

i do like to buy the individual natural cluster lashes to place on the outer corner of my eyes to give it that "eyeliner" look, like my lashes are so much longer there and i think it looks so ethereal!

lips! 💋 you want to stick with nudes and pinks, like you just ate red fruit and now your lips are stained, or like a glossed bombshell!

-charlotte tilbury lip cheat liner (ofccc! in pinks and nudes)

-this set ofc!

-too faced lip liner in post-op pink

-any of the pinky/nude nyx creamy long-lasting lip liner

-dior addict lip maximizer plumping gloss in 065 icy blue

-charlotte tilbury collagen lip bath in refresh rose

-fenty beauty gloss bomb universal lip luminizer in FU$$Y

-charlotte tilbury lip lustre in shades blondie, ibiza nights, portobello girl, pillow talk and hall of fame (my signatures)

other tips!! ᥫ᭡‎₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘₊ ⊹

🌸 try and wear mainly white! and def try to mix in some pastels! white makes you look more kind and if you happen to meet the loyl white also gives the wife effect, look it up! its real! 💍

🌸 style your hair! make and effort its fun! you could also add some hair glitter/shine and hair perfume! (i'll make a rec list for these soon!)

🌸 this stuff is like, wow, did you just come back from a tea party at a magical fairy garden where it was raining cotton candy?! ☁️ ☁️

🌸 i find this to be like my little lucky charm and i think it actually works, but, bring around a tiny picture of your fave forest animal and its like all animals love you and i seem to always get the compliment that i would be a woodland flower princess that talks to animals! lol and animal lover always radiates the most angelic glow ugh!!! 💞🐇

🌸 make sure you are keepin up with your hygiene routine and the best no.1 tip is to be kind!! the kindest people are the most beautiful. (ofc when people take advantage of this kindness, pull back bc they obvi do not deserve your presence!)

love ya!

-lene pilar

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htchnr · 7 months ago

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♰ high and dry ༻ J. MACMILLAN.*ೃ˚

➻ masterlist. ➻ buy me a coffee!

CW ➻ alcohol ⋆ licking/sucking spilled wine off of skin ⋆ slight drunk sex ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ piv ⋆ rough sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ slight overstimulation ⋆ swearing ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

SUMMARY ➻ the tension had been high between the two of you since the day he waltzed into the office. weeks passed and nothing but fighting had happened, will a few spilled drops of wine finally make you two snap? WC ➻ 2,1K.

the night was lively, wine flowed constantly almost like a fountain and the company was even better. you were both a little drunk, Joe holding his just a smidge better than you. you were sat beside each other on his couch, knees touching as you sat facing each other.

the air grew more tense by the minute — between your glances to his jawline as he tipped his glass back and his wanting eyes on your lips as you'd lick a little drop of red wine from them — you felt on fire.

"so, Joseph," you grinned, looking at him through your lashes. "where do you see this, 'internet', in the future?" you leaned in a little closer, not missing his brow twitching at the sound of his full name and his eyes flicking to your scandalously low cut dress, eyeing your cleavage for a second before dragging his eyes back up.

his eyes are intense as he watches you, "well," he starts, pausing his sentence to focus on you tipping the last contents of your glass back. though you jump a little as you notice a little spilling from your lips, the deep red liquid dribbling down your throat and dripping onto your chest. Joe's eyes are intently watching the liquid roll lower, and lower, and lower — finding himself unable to tear his eyes from it.

"shit, do you have a papertowel or?" you ask, cheeks flushed in slight embarrassment. you watch Joe pull his eyes away from the liquid now pooling atop your breasts, and you're mentally thanking yourself for putting on this bra tonight, else the liquid would've probably cascaded down between them with ease.

he leans in and your breath catches as one of his large hands snakes its way around your waist, his deep brown eyes couldn't be described as anything less than absolutely intense as he looked at you. "may i?" he muttered, and your chest rises with the realisation of what he's about to do.

he watches your brows twitch up in anticipation, your head nodding. "please," comes the word he's dying to hear from you, in a desperate whisper.

and that's all it takes for him to lean down and latch his lips onto your slightly red stained chest, firm lips moving down to lap up the wine that had pooled between your breasts. you let out an involuntary moan at the feeling of his tongue dragging against your skin as it gathers the liquid.

you free hand shot up to gently hold the back of his neck as he lapped up the wine, trailing a few firm open mouthed kisses further down.

your head is dropped back in pleasure as his lips dragging around, his hand on your waist sliding down to grip your hip desperately. you let out a pleasured gasp as he experimentally nips at the soft flesh, your fingers tangling into his hair.

his lips drag upwards, trailing up the base of your neck in a flurry of pure pleasure. once he reaches your jaw your hand slides to pull him up by his jaw and smash your lips to his in a painful mash of teeth and tongue, your other hand desperately trying to pull his body closer to yours.

a low moan of surprise is pulled from his throat, only to be swallowed by your lips as he shifts at your hands demand. his large hands and slender fingers take ahold of your hips and roughly manoeuvre them so he can drape your legs over the tops of his thighs on either side of his hips from his kneeling position on the couch.

you let out a surprised yet pleasured sound at the sudden movements, your dress hiking up your thighs as he leans over you, his throbbing hard on now pressed deliciously against your core through his slacks.

oh fuck, this was going to be good.

you were practically chanting your pleas at this point, your fingers along with his slender ones were fumbling to get his belt undone, yours trembling in anticipation and desperation.

you nearly let out a moan as his hips press forward into yours as he pulls his belt loose and drops it beside the couch. your hands shoot forward to unbutton and unzip his slacks, desperate pants leaving your lips once you're pulling his slacks down his hips and shoving them below your thighs that rest over his.

Joe reaches for your underwear, long fingers searching for the fabric at the side of your hips, only to find nothing. his eyes flick down to yours, "cheeky thing, expected something tonight? hm?" he spoke in an almost mocking tone.

you only let out a breath that nearly turned into a moan, fingers yanking him down by his tie. "just fuck me already Joseph," you moan against his lips, your free hand palming him over his boxers. he groaned loudly against your lips, eyes closing as he achingly rocked his hips against your palm, which in turn rocked against your sopping core causing you to moan.

his hands shoved down his boxers and your hand immediately wrapped around his impressive length, moaning at the feeling of him. Joe in turn moaned, hips stuttering as you slowly pumped him.

he grunted against your lips, hands roughly throwing your legs over his shoulders as he pressed impossibly close. you both moaned as his hard cock slid through your soaked folds, the sound of it filling his apartment. "you want this?" he pants against your lips.

you frantically nod, "fucking fuck me Joseph, fuck me like you want to every time we fight at the office," you moan against his ear, and he loses it.

he slides through your folds one last time, fully coating his generous length before shoving it in, bottoming out immediately. a loud erotic gasp leaves your lips at the feeling, yelling out, "oh shit-!" while your eyes roll back.

he stills for a second, no more, before pulling out and slamming right back in. "shit!" you cry out, your nails digging into his exposed forearms.

he sets a relentless pace, his hips knocking against you in a deliciously bruising way. "yeah?" he punctuates with a particularly hard thrust that makes you cry out louder. "do you know how fucking infuriating you are?" he grunts against your throat, his teeth dragging across the skin.

his eyes close as he focuses on the feeling of your warm wet walls constricting around him. "no one but relatives call me Joseph," he groans a hard thrust punctuating his name, "everyone in the damn office calls me Joe," another hard thrust, "everyone, except, you," a cry is violently yanked from between your lips with every hard thrust after every word.

your head lols back against the arms of the couch as he fucks you hard. "oh yeah?-!" you moan out, "do i get on your nerves that much?" your brows furrowed and eyes rolled back.

he groans loudly as you tighten around him, the thought of him having to jack off in the mens bathroom after one of your fights turned you on beyond anything. "do you- ah!- fuck your fist out of frustration, wishing it was me bent over your desk instead when i walk out?" you pant.

without warning he pulls out, strong hands flipping you over on your stomach as he moves back a little on the couch, before shoving your face down against the seat. a ridiculously lewd, almost pornographic moan leaves your lips as he slams himself back in, continuing the earth-shattering pace.

"does that get you off? huh?" he grunts, long fingers digging bruisingly into the plush flesh of your hips. your eyes roll back as the head of his cock bullies against your cervix. "don't think i haven't noticed what you're doing at the office," he pants, head hung low as he watches himself disappear inside you over, and over, and over.

your fingers dig into the soft couch, knuckles turning white. "wearing those damn short skirt and tight blouses, dropping things every time you're around-! me, just to bend over and pick that shit up." he groans, hips slamming into you. you let out a long string of moans, the familiar feeling rising below your stomach as his merciless thrust continue.

he notices you clenching sporadically around him, his hips stuttering with each clench. "but of course you know that i know it," he grunts, one of his hands sliding down the front of your hips, a loud cry spilling from you as two of his slender fingers press rough circles into your clit. your thighs shake, your hips jolting with pleasure.

"you-" he pants as neither the pace of his hips nor fingers falter, "you were just waiting for this weren't you? waiting for the- moment when i'd snap and just bend you over my desk, huh?" you could barely focus on his words as he fucked you, your hips starting to spasm as you're nearly thrown over the edge, white hot pleasure flooding your senses as you finally come with a high pitched cry.

he groans loudly as you spasm around him, his own release not far behind. his hips falter as his hand leaves your overstimulated clit, dragging it's way up your clothed chest until his long slender fingers wrapping themselves around your throat and pulling you upright. "shit-!" you cry out, a few tears dripping down your face like the wine had dripped down your chest.

his shirt-covered toned chest is pressed flat up against your back as he fucks up into you from this new position. god lord, could this man fuck. "where do you want it?" he grunts against your ear, teeth nipping at the flesh.

you drop your head against his shoulder, "inside-!" you moan, "i need your cum in me Joe!" you whine, your thighs spasming as he fucks up into you relentlessly.

he lets out a strangled moan against your ear at the sound of your words. "was that all it took- for you to say my damn name?" he panted, his hips faltering as he got closer and closer to his release. "a good fucking is all you needed?" he grunts as his pace picks up, he's so damn close. "should've done this sooner then,"

one of your hands comes up to wrap around his hand holding your throat, fingers tightening around his. your other hand reaches around you and him, finding purchase tangling in his hair. he groans, slender fingers tightening around your throat, relishing the moan that's pulled out from between your lips as he does so. "please come for me," you choke out, voice raw from the crying and constricted by his fingers.

Joe groans again, tilting your head towards his on his shoulder. "beg for it then, sweetheart,"

your eyes clench shut and your brows furrow — never in a million years did you think you'd beg for MacMillan, but with the way his cock is relentlessly bullying your walls and cervix you'd do almost anything. "please-!" you whine, "please give me your cum!"

his hips stutter at your words, "you'll get it," he groans, his pace quickening before slamming to a halt. you both moan as you feel him violently twitch inside you, thick ropes of cum painting your walls as he roughly fucks his cum up into you. with a final stutter his hips still, pressed firmly up against you as you both pant heavily.

after a minute he loosens his hold on your throat, his fingers trailing down the front of your dress. his hand comes to a stop just beneath your breasts, holding you firmly as he leans down, his hand stopping you from fully dropping forward against the seat of the couch. you sag, hips remaining in place as you fully relax forward onto the seat.

it takes the both of you a little bit to calm down. you whimper reluctantly as he pulls out, watching his cum follow as it slowly drips out if you and onto the front of his slacks. he remains there for a second more, unable to tear his eyes away from your leaking hole.

he moves your legs off of his, getting up off the couch with a slight tremble in his legs. he walks over to the bathroom, grabbing and wetting a wash cloth as he scrubs at the front of his slacks to get the worst off. he saunters back over to the couch, leaning down behind you as he cleans the remainder of his spent off you before chucking the washcloth on the coffee table.

he lets out a yawn as he settles down behind you, leaning forward to pull your tired form by your hips and position you so you're laying between his long legs while resting against his chest. you slump against him, a hand coming to rest against his clothed chest beside your face. you could feel his heartbeat below your fingertips.

you let out a long sigh, slowly drifting to sleep from pure exhaustion. Joe following not too far behind.

i hope this was good!! i had such fun writing it 🤭 just started watching Halt and Catch Fire (just finished s1 so no spoilers pls!) and i'm determined to single handedly revive this fandom cause FOUR total fics EVER of this man is a CRIME.

anyways, my requests are open for this man!! 😁 please, any and all ideas (within my guidelines though.) are welcome!

#⋆୨🩷©2024 htchnr #⋆୨⭐️joe macmillan #joe macmillan smut #joe macmillan #joe macmillan x reader #joe macmillan x you #joe macmillan imagine #joe macmillan oneshot #halt and catch fire #halt and catch fire season one #lee pace halt and catch fire #joseph macmillan #joseph macmillan x reader #joseph macmillan x you #joseph macmillan smut #joseph macmillan imagine #joseph macmillan oneshot

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kimaleart · 4 months ago

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Overthinking leads to the bar.

One shot, Open Ended fic

AO3 link; Word Count: 3,750

Rating: Teen & Up

Themes: isekai, reader insert, first meetings.

Warnings: drinking, cursing, not beta read.

Summary:

You've been dropped into the world you don't know. What's going on here and who's this annoying stranger?

You had a shitty few days. A really shitty last few days.

So. That's why you're here. This god awful pub you mean. With its stench of old cooking oil, alcohol, smoke of different kinds (from cigarettes, through pure tobacco, to heavy plant-based drugs) and - the worst of all - few day's sweat and sea stink. For such a small, apparently insignificant island, this one and only bar was packed full.

Oh and it was so goddamn loud.

You drank the last bit of the alcohol you had in your glass. At this point, what else can you do?

As stated before, it's been a few days since you've gotten here. No money. No knowledge. No nothing. Small mercies that you've landed on land and not in the sea water. Water, that covered way more than your usual Earth had. Water, that apparently is festered with pirates and sea monsters.

"Fantastic." You say, looking into your empty cup.

Guess, no matter the universe or world, there always will be those kinds of people. No offence. No judgement of people wanting a quick fuck. Just take a 'No' for the answer.

You never were a heavy drinker. Drinking till passing out was not a way of life in your old world. And here? Well, it probably shouldn't be either but fuck that for few days, right? It's not like you could drink yourself till ruin. You already rely on strangers to buy you next rounds. Next meal. To be a charity. You just had to sit there and there'd always be a drunkard who wants company, information or... company.

Keeping the talks light and respectful, you make sure to not spill too much. Both in information and liquids. Everybody knows alcohol tends to untie the tongues and let the opinions spill so you keep the lid as tight as possible. Mysteriously appearing from nothing loner is already enough of a gossip for these small islanders. No need to add 'crazy' to the mix.

And speaking of the red flags: here comes another sponsor of your drinks. A woman this time, that's way too interested in your business. Clearly wantin some action, looking at the sailor abs she definitely tries to non-verbally and very not-subtly point at. A passing interest on her part if you say so. If it's your looks or your unusual for this island (and world)'s clothing, you don't know. Nor care, really. 'S not like every each person asks you one way or the other where you're from. Local or by passers.

You let the person beside you monologue on you have no idea what about. Politics, economy and somewhere sandy. Oh and how brave or something that she was. Stories and gossip do tend to flow at bars. If you were interested even a little bit, those last few days you'd probably know everything about this world... But you don't. You just want to be. And to maybe go back to the one you already knew enough of.

Perfect situation to get some money if one would care to steal...

Humming and nodding when there's a lull, you keep the 'conversation' going. Just two sloshed parties with the less drunk being the more interested in your personal space. There's so little of it left in this place that you ignore the casual arm brushes or hands on knees.

With the last sip of the whisky, that will pair beautifully with all the other different promiles in your stomach, you decide to finish for today. You push the glasses by you slightly further and lay your upper half on the counter. You don't think you'll be able to stand up from this stool; not mentioning the walking. Yet you don't wish to stay here, so again: what other options do you have?

You tense at the feeling of an arm appearing around your back, trying to lightly nudge you to the woman.

Oh nah.

You resist the movement and turn your head at the tugger.

"Do not touch me." You say with as much intensity in your eyes and assertiveness in your voice. Your voice is steady and loud enough for them to hear over the environment. For a second their eyes go glassy and then they slump. Their body thud down to the floor, unconscious. A puppet with cut strings.

...Fuck.

Small mercies.

You dart your eyes around but it seems nobody noticed. Thank someone they were already sloshed.

You turn your head back and hide your face in your arms. There's a growing pressure behind your eyes that for sure will lead to a nasty hangover.

You try to ignore the world and collect your bearings. The voices are so mixed and loud, they turn into the white noise, hiding the deep rumble of words on your other side.

Where would you go? With what money? What place to sleep?

Way too loud. Way too painful. You should leave. Leave. ...Leave.

Grabbing your mental self, you slowly slide off the stool and straighten up. Guess you'll have to go back to the house at the outskirts, where you've illegally slept in someone's hammock.

You try to navigate the packed bar, trying to touch as few strangers as possible, and leave. Preferably whole and in peace. And if the eyes you've started to feel on your back get lost in the crowd, you wouldn't mind. It takes some manoeuvring to get to that salty fish air.

Freshly nausing air.

This small insignificant island must be some Trouble hub by the amount of individuals. Staying Trouble-free was never that hard for you.

You try as much as possible to steer away from the group of unusual individuals at the entrance. It took an hour into the world to know those people are not to be interacted with. Either trouble-makers or trouble-attractors. The big 'T' trouble you mean.

Seeing as it's dark enough for the stars to appear you take a wobbly walk alongside the 'road' - a path of planks, really - and plop down on a nearby grass to watch the stars.

There's so many stars here. A beautifully painted sky with occasional small cloud. No light pollution bullshit here. With the night insects playing over the muffled voices... it's so serene. Just... Unknown expanse of the universe you can stare at any time. And it stares back. Both staring in wonder at the one they don't recognise.

The constellations are different.

The stars are different.

All you can do is stare up at those beautifully blinking lights.

Those glowing orange orbs. Watching. Observing your every move. Staring at you. Into you. Are the stars here also gas and liquid orbs? Would anyone know the answer? This world is so weird. They could be monsters for all you know. Creatures. Eyes.

The owner does not in fact take a step back but does tilt their head. You huff as they take a few steps closer and squat. They're now fully in your vision, their hat blocking most of your view.

"Sorry but could you take a step away from me?" you say, no longer able to ignore the big black hat in your peripheral. "Please and thanks." You add as an afterthought.

You move your eyes towards the stranger. The hat throws shade at the face underneath, not helping you discern much. Nor does the black clothing. Still, assuming by the beard and bare chest, they're leaning towards masculine. What's more, there are two massive red flags telling you to be fucking nice to the guy.

You acknowledged the stranger so it'd be rude to ignore them. Do you want to be rude? You kinda want to be rude.

First red flag: Clothing. Big black hat, long black coat with patterned lighter (red?) lining, a bulky gold cross necklace instead of a shirt and black pants.

Basically a dream fit of teen enby goth vampire.

That's definitely an individual, all right. And seemingly dangerous at that.

Appearance-wise, clothing hid all but half of his face and chest abs (cover em up slut). What's problematic is the face: A very short black beard highlighting the sharp edges of his jaw; A close shaved but big moustache in a W shape; And a cherry on top - two near glowing golden eyes with a darker circle in the middle of the eyerises with a reddish tint at the edge.

He doesn't say anything, the creep, so you blink twice and:

"Wassup?"

You watch as his eyes squint aaaand that's too much eye contact with a stranger. Since he did not respond, you have the world's permission to ignore him now. As weird as those eyes may be, it's only an initial weirdness. You've seen other humanoid creatures that were not human, as well as shapeshifters, so it's not that strange.

You kinda hoped that'd cause him to move away. Alas.

You move your arm, slow enough for your movement to be easily readable and squish the hat's rondo to look back at the stars. Apart from his eyes observing you intently, he doesn't seem to mind you squishing his hat.

You can feel every second of this stare and how your today's drinks vapor. At least you both can feel a slight uncomfortableness in the situation. You probably stink his breathing air with the bar and a few days of no soap while he visibly dissects you like a bug.

You lay there in hopes he loses interest (or patience) but he continues on staring at you. You try to flicker the hat with your fingers but his slight head tilt frees his hat from your touch. It does shed some starlight though.

"Yre starin'. 'M not that 'nterestin'." you mumble, feeling done with this guy.You feel the headache, drowsiness and hunger creeping on you. The weird meat bite-size bits someone ordered for you was all you ate that day. The village folk are weirdly nice to this new stranger and keep you fed. Keeping you away from the edge of stealing.

Keeping your state in mind, you slowly sit up, giving the goth guy time to move away.

"On contrary." The stranger finally says. His first words to you. He took his goddamn time to respond. "You have... quite interesting accent."

"Thanks. One of my many." you say, slowly heaving yourself up. You're not that stable on your only two legs but you'll manage. "Comes with the languages."

Ah. Of course. Not the worst comment but inquiring enough about your shit. Even if he didn't bull-eye into the 'nope' category, his tone was unfavourable to get information out of you. The tone bored and slightly condescending. Kinda reminds you of someone.

That's another thing that you've noticed in this world. Everyone speaks the same language. If you'd have to guess, it's a weird conglomeration of Japanese and English that you can understand. And no matter what language you speak, they can understand you too. No language barrier whatsoever.

You turn slightly to look over your shoulders at the Main Character's Cool Uncle.

You watch as his head tilts slightly like a dog's in curiosity. He clearly doesn't know any of those, even though he understands all of the words you said so far. If he catches the differences, you have no idea. It's dark and you don't know where to look.

"Y'know. My native, all the English versions and some words in others." You say, giving some examples, switching to each language with the one mentioned.

You might've said too much.

At least he doesn't seem or act like a blabbermouth.

Damn.

Your eyes move from the guy to the thing behind his back and NOPE. You turn back upright and with a quick "nice talking" and drunkenly power walk to the outskirts. You do not turn back at the sounds of loud voices and proclamations. You push on past the stumble at the sound of metal hitting metal. You're way past the line of sight but you continue on past the bloody screaming in pain. You take a break by the bushes to heave and breathe, keeping the vomit at bay. Just to get back up and keep on walking.

Be an NPC. Be just an NPC. The ones that are not interesting enough to fight! You need to blend in. You're not an individual.

You get to the house you've squated by for those few days and-

You need new clothing.

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The darkness under your closed eyelids suddenly gets too bright and painful.

Right.

The consequences of your actions. You can feel how dry and sticky your tongue and mouth is. Thankfully no acidic burn in your parched throat.

Fucktastic.

You move your arm to hide from the sun, feeling the sway your arm causes on your whole body. Good. You managed to get to the hammock. With a heavy bearing sigh, you slowly open your eyes. A new day, a new world, same old you.

You look around and notice a small chair with a glass of water and a plate with two pieces of bread.

Golden People.

You sit up properly and take your breakfast in your now painted one arm. You let a small smile enter your face at the sight of the non-toxic kid's doodles.

The good graces of this town did not come from nothing. You just had to help a kid or two in a muddy situation and bam. You can wander around without a bother with occasional greetings.

Once, they even left a kid with you to babysit for a day. The mysterious, usually drinking strangers. You both played and thought them a lil of some random things. Like where to find a little bit of clay to make their first pot. Or the 'Stranger Danger' these people don't seem to know of.

That kid is probably the one who, you assume, painted your arm.

Breakfast done, you take the dishes and go to the mini well they have, to clean first the dishes, then yourself at. When that's done, you return the borrowed things back to their porch. Respond with kindness where kindness was received.

You make yourself scarce, walking on the outskirts, grabbing some rocks and wood to carve in. If by any chance you find trash, you grab it too, to dispose later. Nothing much, to not aggravate your state.

You fill your time with some small things while your head is in a buzz with the past, present and future of your life. You know nothing and know enough. Magical fruits that give you superpowers. Even some 'power of will' or some shit to bend reality. A potential way of going back home. But to do so, you'll have to interact with those people. And for a longer period of time. You're enough in trouble as it is. Still, you need to get back.

Teaching yourself such power could take months at least. If not years or decades. If at all. And teaching someone else? It's like a fully deaf person teaching another deaf person singing. It is possible, yes, but you don't think you have enough faith and will for such a trial. And possibly catastrophic errors.

You instantly get back to reality at the feeling right at the edge...of you? Someone's messing your vibes.

You continue on wheedling but your attention goes to the stranger. An individual with a big hat. He seems familiar. And he comes your direction. What have your stupid self done yesterday?

You finish carving the basic shape of the spinning wooden toy. You try it on a flat-ish rock by you and it seems balanced enough. Time to start on the details. You make some grooves and smooth it out with a makeshift sandpaper. It's done and ready to paint right as the stranger gets to right in front of you.

He doesn't say anything, the weirdo, so you only lift an eyebrow at him.

He proudly stands there, his unusual eyes boring into yours. You are definitely not comfortable with the attention they have on you. You itch to say something but opt not to. He seeked you out, not the other way around. Be an- wait. Huh.

You shake your head (which is an awful idea for your still hungover brain) and go back to your work. Putting away the carving knife, youget the worst makeshift paints you can do on your own with these world's materials. Brick powder with water as red, and black accents from leftover ink someone threw out. All painted with some strings of grass leaves. Honestly, it doesn't look as awful as it could.

You gently blow some air at it to slightly dry it and give it a spin. It wobbly does so and you're okay with that. You'll have to test it on an even surface. Letting it be and to fall when it will, you get another piece of bark.

You ignore the stranger and him grabbing the toy you've just made. Can he not read the mood and leave? Glancing up, you notice how the colours actually match his.

Do not get the wrong idea. Don't you dare.

"Hm." is all he 'says' and turns to leave, taking the toy with him. Rude much.

Another temptation to voice your disgruntlement at the behaviour appears but you bite your tongue. Mostly cuz of your rule but that massive sword at his back cements your resolution. The fuck.

Your day continues as they do. You find yourself at the bar and get some free drinks and meals from the patrons. You 'trade' with a kid (a cool sea glass for a blue stone and with some rope you tie it like a necklace) which you end up giving both of those things away. You get a radiant kid smile and a small meal in thanks from the parents.

Nothing unusual happens in the next couple of days.

You do you and think of the possibilities. Portals and rips in reality. Bermuda triangles and all the other theories that come to mind. Crazy talk.

You kinda fear that you're at the stage of bargaining and moving towards the next. Will it be anger or depression? Both? You're definitely not ready for acceptance.

You find yourself at the edge of the docks and look at where the sea kisses the sky. Your world as you knew was spherical but it still ended for you. Would the end of this world move you back home? Like a game mechanic of glitching? Movie's walking into a mist and never coming back? What are you willing to risk to get back to your old rotten world?

Thoughts plague you.

So.

That's why you're here again.

This god awful pub, with its own stink. As usual: packed full. This evening, though, the barman gives you way more glasses of higher-shelf wine than usual. You have no idea who pays for these fancy fermented grapes and you're kinda bothered. Both for your own self and wallet of the stranger. At the fifth, you really get uncomfortable. Wine is way too easy to get drunk on. The only safe thing about this situation is the sight of the barman you see here since you've entered first, pouring the drink straight from the bottle.

Some strangers try to talk to you but after a few sentences they quickly scurry away as if you've burned them. Personal space for a win but what do they know that you don't?

You fear you might have to find yourself a new island.

You flag the barman. They seem surprised, which is honestly understandable. From the moment of your appearance you've never started any conversation at the bar. They appear quickly and with a glance behind your back, starts pouring you another glass. Someone behind you, huh?

"I'm not able to pay you for those." you say worried.

"Don't worry. They're covered." they respond neutrally, not giving you an inch.

"Then this one is the last, thank you."

"Don't thank me." they quickly respond and with a nod, cork the wine close. Clearly, they didn't expect a conversation.

"Say, how far is the next island and how could i get there?" you ask immediately taking a sip after. You let their gawking slide with the swirl of your glass.

"Planning on leaving?" they ask, collecting their professional self together, "And here i started getting used to your self." they tease, making your mouth's corners twitch. When there's no response they sigh. "Closest is a dangerous island past the calm belt. Next one that's not through that, is four days on a boat but it's abandoned. I'd recommend Loguetown. It's a few weeks from here. It's a bigger town with folks nearly as nice as here but it's peaceful."

"...thank you."

You look deep into the red liquid. Few weeks. Weeks with unknown people you'd have to trust for the safe passage. On treacherous waters. Calm belt sounded not that bad but the barman said as if it's the worst thing possible.

"Why would you want to go to the closest island?" a voice asks at your side. A young lad. By the looks, barely an adult. "You don't look like a fighter to go challenge-" ha starts but quickly pales and runs away.

You look after the lad but he quickly mixes with the crowd.

Challenge? Why and who??

"You want a passage to Kuraigina. Why?" a voice you hoped you wouldn't hear asks. You turn to the black clad sword dude and notice his glass of wine. Of course. Of course.

*Reasons.* you want to respond. "Boredom." you say instead. "But if there's only a fight ring, i'd rather not."

"Not there for the owner?"

"I don't know who they are."

"Clearly."

Smartass.

You turn your back to the stranger with an eyeroll. Now you know who he reminds you of!

Long live the king.

You don't want to gulp down this wine like a heathen but you're not interested in this conversation any longer. You sip it as fast and respectfully as you can, feeling the buzz.

"I can take you there" were the last words you expected from the stranger to say but here you are.

Whoop whoop! That's the sound of the 3rd red flag!

"For free." he adds.

"You're aware of how suspicious that sounds, right?" You spill, unable to stop yourself. Without turning, you catch him taking a seat next to you. You might as well- "Why?"

"Let's say, same reason as yours." This is going horrendously. You were supposed to avoid individuals. This is not avoiding. This is the main reason you wanted to leave this island for. "I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon." he says, paying a massive amount of cash, and leaves.

Do you wanna risk it?

#dracule mihawk #mihawk & reader #fanfic #one shot #one piece fanfiction #kim writes #Overthinking leads to a bar #kimale writes

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nono-uwu · 4 months ago

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I lied i do have things to post lmao (tbf inspiration only struck me after that post), anyways

Demons!! Whoa

As always, lore utc ~

So. Ancient Greece. Dark Ages. There is this homeless orphan. Gets kidnapped and put into slave trade. None other than Sika Madu buys this kid up as they're 'special' in some way (hint: it's the blue eyes :) ). This kid hasn't known anything besides violence and cruelty, so they act out and disregard any act of kidness Sika Madu shows them. They frequently disobey him which leads to them finding out about the whole reviving angel Mikaela thing. Dies thanks to humonculus Yuu going beserk and gets turned into a vampire as a 3rd progenitor. Learns a bit more about the whole thing from Urd and Rigr and decides that this whole thing ain't fot them and they make a run for it, vowing revenge against Sika Madu somehow.

Fast forward to the middle ages. The noble Bathory family has their third child and first daughter, about two years after their second son, Ferid. Ferid does his thing and kills his parents, without the knowledge of his siblings. When Ferid is 16 and his sister around 13 or 14 he kills their older brother thanks to his new goal of stopping reincarnation (how that's supposed to help is beyond anyone atp). As he returns to his home, bloodied with his brother nowhere to be seen and said brothers sword in hand, his sister obviously freaks out and makes a run for it, piecing the incidents of her parents untimely deaths and this situation together. Throughout the chase through their home, Ferid, at first ,only gets to cut off a piece of his sister's hair. After a bit, he corners her and stabs her to near death. He drags her bleeding body all the way to a nearby forest, so she can die and become one with the plants she loved oh so much. He leaves to set off his convoluted plan(s) for the future while his sister's body rots away.

Little did he know, a certain rogue vampire that was nearby that exact day, stumbled across the girls dying body. The girl had miraculously clung onto life.

The vampire made an offer:

"Wanna keep living?"

"...y...yeah..."

"Well, I can make that happen but you gotta be my friend forever!"

The girl barely had any strength left to live, let alone speak another word. She could only weakly gaze up at her savior's small frame with pure desperation in her green eyes.

"I'll take that as a yes. And if no, I can just kill you right away!"

A few minutes later, the girl had woken up once again, an all consuming thrist for blood already plaguing her. The vampire handed her a bottle of red liquid which she downed in a few seconds.

"Well, Filum's the name! Nice to properly meet you my new friend!"

"...thank you for saving my life, Filum. I'm...", the girl trailed off. Was her name really worth keeping? The one her monster of a brother would gleefully call out while dragging her dying body around? No. "... I'm Liz."

"That's not your real name, is it?"

"It is now."

"Alright then Liz, lemme introduce you to your new life as a vampire and my forever friend!"

Liz would spend the next few years catching up with knowledge she was not permitted to access earlier and enganging in general shenanigans with Filum.

She had a dying desire, which stuck with her even as a vampire: to figure out the reason for her brothers actions and to stop him. But simply going to kill him on sight wasn't the style of a cunning Bathory. She knew he had something planned and by the time she got around to realising her goal, Ferid was a vampire himself. So she hatched her own big plan: Take Ferid down at his highest, when his plans are just about to scceed, just like how he destroyed everything just when things started to look up for their family.

Buncha stuff happens but uhhhh muh brain broken lmao

A long, long time later Liz decides that in order for her plans to work (and being aware of the nature of Ferids plan), she has to become a demon. Filum, bored out of their mind, decides that they should also become a demon and find a fitting vessel to one day take down Sika Madu (now Shikama Doji). They both use a technique to retain their memories as demons (like the one Mahiru used iirc) and possess their current weapons as vessels. Filum makes their own weird little contraption for strings while Liz picks a gun (she claims they're an efficient weapon but also she just thinks they're neat).

#is the lore even cohesive i wrote all of it at like 11pm two weeks apart #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #original character #nono's ocs

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erisolkat · 10 months ago

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um. unsolicited makeup advice under the cut btw.

- blush placement is fucking vital you want it to be higher up around your eyes and your temple area and to blend it closer to your nose from there. put a bit on the nose as well it looks cute. and blend it out as much as possible or it looks bad.

- if you want a natural look go for all neutral colors like brown and black and beige and muted red. if you want a fun look pick up some cheap concealer a couple shades too light and use that for eyeshadow primer. i promise it makes it so much easier to do eyeshadow just put a swipe on your upper lid and blend it out then use fun colors

- dont underestimate the power of dollar store makeup some of my best makeup is dollar store makeup. expensive does not equal good often its shit quality and youre only paying for the brand name!

- try out makeup tutorials from diff parts of the world! some of my favorite makeup tips came from like douyin and shit

- for a more edgy look use black eyeliner around the eye (go light on the upper lid go heavy on the lower) then use a liquid black eyeliner to draw exaggerated lashes under it. for a softer more natural look use brown eyeshadow for liner around the eye (go light on both except at the outer corner go really heavy there) then use the eyeshadow to draw little lashes under it.

- look at your irises. figure out the shade then find a color wheel and look for the opposite. get that shade in shadow and apply a bit in the corners of your eyes to make them pop

- put highlighter in the corners of your eyes and blend it up into your shadow it makes it look nice

- you really dont want your contour to be too dark it will make you look like you have a beard. literally just get a nude palette from the dollar store and use a shade a couple shades darker than your skin. if you have dark skin get a darker shade of concealer

- if you have dark skin purples and oranges (depending on whether you have cool or warm undertones, just kinda fuck around w both see what looks good) are your friend. if a light skin person says a makeup color is weird and fucked up and looks bad its probably made for you not them.

- look for makeup influencers with a similar shade of skin to you when buying products they know whats chalky and ashy and what looks good. but be generally wary of light pink blushes they usually either dont show up or are pure glitter and not that useful as blush or look chalky as shit

- if you have hooded eyes and eyeliner is fucking you up dont close your eyes when you do it. or do a puppy eye rather than a cat eye (rounded liner that comes to a little point at the corner) puppy eyes look good even if your eyes arent hooded actually mess around see what you like

- find makeup looks you like online and fuck around try to recreate them youll often reverse engineer good techniques from doing this

- sometimes teenagers from 2010 in their bedrooms using one of those old elf 100 color palettes have good advice actually. but sometimes its horrible and you absolutely should not listen to it

- if you put eyeliner in your waterline (pull down your lower lid and out it in the wet edge of the lid, pull up the upper lid and do the same) make sure to wash it out thoroughly or else itll build up and fuck your eyes up trust me

- you can do whatever you want forever

reblog w your own tips if you want

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