#I needed to scream a bit. Write how I'm feeling somewhere

[obae-me]

How many kisses I think it would take before he turns to mush

My creativity has been stuck in essentially a rush hour traffic jam for like weeks, so let's write something silly for practice, shall we?

Lucifer

Definitely ten or more. He tries to keep his composure, to focus on the task at hand, scold you for coddling him and distracting him, but if you hold onto your stubbornness and see it through to the end, he will be putty in your hands soon after you reach double digits. He might even fall faster if you give him little bits of praise after every kiss.

Mammon

Three MAX. One to catch him off guard, one to make it really sink in, and then the third to land the final blow. No amount of tsundere will outlast the triple attack. He'll be following you around like a lost puppy for the rest of the day, almost demanding more. He's greed after all, three might've broken him, but he'll be damned if he doesn't get more.

Levi

I would be tempted to say just one is enough, but we want a soft boy, not a vibrating, anxious mess. He gets tense at first, and he needs some reassurance and some time to understand that he likes and is okay what is happening. So I'm going to say five or more kisses. The first few he's just stuttering and blushing, but soon after, he can put that aside and just allow himself to relax a bit.

Satan

He acts like it takes him just as long as Lucifer, reaching double digits, when in reality he gave in internally much much earlier than that. Four is when his heart is melting and his mind is screaming, but around eight is when his body starts to unwind, almost curling around you like a cat.

Asmo

Much higher than you would expect. One must bridge the initial flirting phase before he becomes a puddle. I'm going to say probably six kisses. The first three he'll be giddy, but if you get softer with each kiss, he'll slowly start to become speechless.

Beel

As long as there isn't food in the way, just one. One kiss is all it takes. This demon has just so much love in him, you hardly need to kiss him for him to be soft for you. He doesn't need to put up an act. Just give him a single smooch and he'll drop whatever he's doing to cuddle into you.

Belphie

So many kisses. Probably even more than Lucifer. He feels like he deserves your kisses anyway, so it's hard to get him flustered about it, especially when he's so spoiled. Besides, you have to hope your affection won't lull him to sleep. Over ten for sure. Just keep going. Eventually, he'll be overwhelmed and give up his sleepy smug nature and transform into fluff.

Diavolo

Look me in the eyes and tell me this touch starved man will not cave after like two or three. He's not used to kisses, so the first kiss has his brain lagging. Hit him with the double combo and he's gone. Wasted. Fatality. Although please just kiss him more than twice. He really likes it.

Barbatos

Too many to count, unfortunately. He likes it, don't get him wrong, he's just tough to break. But there must be a breaking point somewhere. Keep attacking him with kisses and surely he must give in eventually, although most likely by his own will, giving in just so you can catch a proper breath. A win is a win.

Simeon

Probably no more than four, although it seems like more than that because he'll often return to sender and kiss you back. Don't give in, you must stay strong before he makes you melt first. Hum as you kiss him and he'll fall faster, almost cooing.

Solomon

He's got a stronger will than most, almost as good as Barbatos, but he will melt in due time. He'll treat it like a game at first, which it almost is to you, but he doesn't have to know that. It takes a while, but when he melts, he melts fast. He'll be trying to chuckle and make light of it one moment, and then be a completely speechless mess the next.

[r0-boat]

Gooner!Belphegor magic pocket pussy Drabble

Cw: masturbation, dubcon.

Gn!reader (Even if you don't have the parts the reader can still feel it ✨magically✨

His pupils dilated holding the toy in his hand. It wasn't just an ordinary toy. He had waited months for this magical toy from Tartaros.

A pocket pussy that syncs It's opening to match any person he chooses. With manual excruciatingly using the little bits DNA from strands of hair that fell from your pretty little head the last time you slept in his bed and other bothersome labor setting the damn thing up so it binds to you, It's finally ready.

"This toy better be far worth the hassle I had to endure," Belphegor mutter does he pressed his finger against the slit of the toy. He truly hopes You could feel his fingers working you open from wherever you are. He licks his lips His eyes fluttering clothes as he runs his tongue across the silicone lips.

Meanwhile, You were tagging along with not only Satan but the rest of the kings for a meeting.

"So sad that Belphegor can't attended today..." Asmodeus smirks giving Satan a wink who's flipping him off in response.

"Good riddance I say, if I had to hear One more meeting of snoring I would have closed off his throat." Leviathan mumbled.

You smile as you sit in your usual seat kicking your feet, Even though you had nothing to do with these meetings The Kings were still nice enough to have you join each one.

It was a day like any other.

Until...

A wet warm feeling caresses your core. You gasp as you swallow a moan. Lucifer's sharp eyes catches your sharp noise "Everything all right?"

" Y-yeah." Was all you could muster.

feeling that's sweet familiar taste of human arousal on his tongue he shutters "Haaa-haha This thing can even replicate your taste. Now I know it's working..."

"fuck... No more waiting... I need it!"

Lazily pushing his robes off on revealing his hard cock He strokes his shaft with one hand maneuvering his tip till it pushes against the opening as he works it open. "Fuck! Replicating your tightness too... This might be my new favorite toy." Belphegor mumbles forcing his cock deeper inside the toy.

You felt something hard and warm fill somewhere between your legs You didn't even have time to process where and how before this mysterious feeling begin to move in and out.

There was no mistaking what this feeling was. Which was deeply confusing since you were in the middle of a meeting and not being fucked by any of the kings present. The size, girth, and even the speed of the thrusts were familiar, but you couldn't place your finger on where you had felt this before. Given how fast thrusting motions began to speed up, it was so hard to think. Before you knew it, you clenched your teeth, trying so hard not to scream out in the middle of the six other kings in the room.

Your hand balling your twitching fingers into a fist trying to stop yourself from going underneath your pants.

His breath shook as he finally took his cock out of the toy His tip rubbing circles around The stretched silicone slit. "Hehehe, rest up while you can ma sweet lil' toy cuz I'm not done with you yet~"

He wonders what you're doing. He knows that there's a meeting going on right now. He wonders if you're there.

"I wonder... I wonder you like getting fucked by me in front of all the other demons that want you."

Belphegor cummed his messy hair falling in front of his eyes as he grinded his shaft against the lips of the toy. "betcha do horny slut!"

Even though you weren't there to write him or suck him off till his balls burst, The idea of fucking you anywhere he wished made his cock twitch and drool with precum.

Belphegor hummed getting his other hand to swipe at the precum drooling from his head. He takes his two fingers and slides them inside. "Ya feel that? That's what you do to me."

You finally mustered all your strength when the thrusts start to slow You slammed your fist down on the table catching everyone's attention their eyes wide at the sudden outburst "I'M GOING TO THE BATHROOM!"

Shit, you did not need to yell that loud... Now, everyone looked worried, But you didn't care because if you had stayed a second longer, you would have come right then and there in your pants. While, everyone was watching. You've never run so fast out of the meeting room.

Slamming and locking your door to your bedroom Your nails dig into the sheets trying so hard to hold back any noise as you brace yourself as the thrusting begin again.

Belphegor His eyes will back as he pounds it over and over into the flashlight as fast as he could go. He could feel the toy work it's magic tightening and pulsating just like how a cunt would; now your cunt. He could feel you cum with every tight squeeeeze.

If he thought fucking you was addicting then treating you like a fleshlight was like drugs.

As much as he wanted to use this toy for hours and hours on end. Which believe him he would.

Use it and overfill your new cunt, make feels so full when you're in fact empty. Maybe he would even fill it up to the brim and make sure it holds It aaall in So you could feel full all day.

As a demon known for breaking his toys He had to hold back. Which realization made him click his tongue. But it was true, He didn't know how much a human could take this toy was made intended for devils after all. So might as well finish inside it and store it away for later.

As much as he wanted to keeps stroking his hand was getting tired. In a last ditch effort to cum He shuffled in his bed his hair silk robes and sheet sticking to a sweaty body. He put the pocket pussy in between two pillows. As much as he hated the hassle of actually doing sex. He needed to have you feel him fuck you.

His unrestrained moans feel his bedroom as he drills his cock deeper with each thrust into the toy. Making sure he stoled his hips as deep as he could before exploding. Making sure He failed the toy to the brim.

He was nowhere near satisfied, And he knew he'll be returning to the toy again for right now, exhaustion hit him all at once. He placed his toy upright on the nightstand. He smiled, knowing that you'll feel all his cum deep inside for a while before drifting off to sleep.

[confiaenanaa]

OOOOOO ANOTHER M&M WRITER?????

ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!!! ANYWAY, I'M JUST HERE TO SAY MY THANKS CUZ I'M GLAD SOMEONE ELSE IS WILLING TO WRITE FOR EMINEM 👀, back to my real intention (hehe), may i request (if you're open, if not you can discard this request) an f!reader with 90's marshall an age-gap around 1-2 or no age-gap, your choice, and the reader was just having an amazingly bad day, while her boyfriend just ruins it even more for her. after their biggest ever argument, reader just ends up wanting to break up with him, in which he agreed and she just stormed off somewhere private and dark but calm for her to listen to music and cry, but then there's marshall spotting her in the corner all by herself. and him, as her best friend, of course wouldn't let the little lady be alone. n then she just kind of started aggresive at first, but moves on to give up and cry while cuddling marshall after a bit more of interacting with the silly blonde guy. he always have great advices for cases involving love, especially for reader, but when it comes to him actually falling for reader? now that's a special case. he'd sometimes give an obvious advice that led to giving hint that he wants reader be with him. (ex: "maybe u can date someone blonde hotter than him." something like that) YOU GET ME YOU GET ME????????? SPECIAL SONG INSPIRATIONAL: TREAT YOU BETTER 🔥🔥🔥🕶️🕶️ ANYWAY, THAT'S ALL OF MY PROMPT, THE REST IS UP TO U, EITHER ENDS UP WITH SMUT OR FLUFFFF 🤭

eminem - friends to lovers

fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers

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synopsis: Y/N and Marshall are best friends. Y/N goes through a rough breakup; and her best friend is there to help her.

warnings: cursing, smoking

A/N: first request! I hope you like it. if there's any feedback you have let me know!

Y/N pulled into her driveway, sighing after a long day's work. She’d had a terrible day, truly one of her worst. She’d requested a raise from her boss, which she was denied; later, she spilled coffee all over herself and her car on her lunch break. She’d botched her presentation and possibly lost the deal of a lifetime. Her coworkers seemed to be extra annoying, and most of all, her boyfriend, Jack, couldn’t let her relax for one day. She’d received the seventh passive aggressive text from him just as she was turning the key to her front door. 

“Why haven’t you gone for groceries yet? I thought you were going to get me my favorite sour candies.“ 

At this point in her day, she just needed some peace. Maybe a facemask, some ice cream, and a movie. However, just as she’s setting her bag down on her desk, she hears an irritated sigh behind her. She turns to look at him, displeased as ever. 

-Why are you being so bitchy today? All I asked for were my sour candies.

She felt a surge of rage through her body. How dare he call her that? 

-Bitchy? What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve clearly had a rough day, so can you just lay off my ass and let me relax for a bit?

-Why the hell do you need to relax?! All you do is bitch about your job and sit on your ass all day doing nothing and making jack shit!

He’d begun to scream in her face. At this rate, it’d take only one more syllable out of his mouth to make her go catatonic. 

-At least I have a job! And I’m not just some squatter mooching off his girlfriend and sucking the life out of her! 

She knew she’d struck a nerve. He’d recently lost his job—one that he’d really loved. She saw his face contort from rage to hurt to a mix of both.

-Is that how you really feel? Fine! Then I’ll go and suck the life out of someone else since I’m such an inconvenience to your life!

-Yeah! You should! Get the hell out, Jack! And take your shit with you!

He’d looked a bit shocked. By the end of the night, he’d been packed up and moved out. Y/N sat down on her couch and popped open a bottle of vodka. She decided to text her best friend in search of some comfort. He’d texted back almost immediately. 

“I’m sorry to hear that you guys broke up. If you want, I can come over and bring your favorite chocolates and stuff.”

She’d smiled at the message. She told him to come over as quickly as possible. When she put her phone down, the feeling of grief hit her like a truck. It washed over her, covering her from head to toe. She felt the tears flow down her cheeks freely. She suddenly wanted to sink into the couch and not come back out. She didn’t regret her decision, but she’d certainly mourn the loss of a loving figure in her life. 

Just as she began to allow her thoughts to wander, she heard a knock at her front door. She opened it and saw her bleach-blonde best friend. He had a wide grin on his face as he held up the Walmart bag full of snacks and skincare. They were watching a movie, a random one; at least, to Y/N. She couldn’t pay attention; she was too busy thinking about her breakup and the thousand other things overwhelming her at the moment. She’d excused herself, telling him she was going to the bathroom. Instead, she decided to go to her spot. In her backyard, there was a small hill. On the other end, there was a pond with ducks and trees, and she always had it to herself. She sat down near the pond, pulling a cigarette out of her pocket. She lit it and inhaled. 

Just as she was about to light her second cigarette, she heard footsteps behind her.

-Hey.

-Hi.

-You feelin’ okay?

He asked as he took the cigarette out of her hands and hit some himself.

-Kind of. I just don’t really know what I’m feeling. I’m not regretting it, but I’m sad.

-I get it. But the best way to get over things is to move on. Don’t keep thinkin’ about that shit, or you’ll get caught up in it and things’ll get worse.

She realized he’d been right (like always). He looked up at her with hopeful eyes.

-Let’s go back inside and just chill, yeah?

-Alright.

She laid down in her bed, Marshall quickly following suit. She looked around her room, beginning to think about the weight of what just happened. She felt the tears pricking her eyes again. Marshall felt her tremble and heard a sniffle, so he just held her close and whispered reassuring words to her as he stroked her hair. 

-Look, you don’t need a guy like that.

They both sit up.

-Oh, yeah? And what kind of guy do I need?

She asked, keeping up the silly banter their friendship always maintained.

-I don’t know—maybe a hot blonde guy that actually cares.

She giggled and hit him on the shoulder; she thought he was joking, until she looked him in the eye. She saw that he meant it. Y/N froze for a second; did she really want her best friend? Did he really want her? She didn’t really have time to answer since he’d already had his hands pulling the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss...

[savannahsdeath]

Can we get something where Ellie is injured and when reader takes care of her she feels embarrassed bc she doesn't want to seem weak. But then she like starts crying about "not being strong enough" and just have some cute fluff from reader <33

AHHHZHSBHX i love writing fluff sm like its so comforting !!

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: minors safe i think?? blood, crying

writers note: its kinda short n all but omghauzb i love ellie sm i need to give her a biiiiggg hug and just never let go like😓🩷my poor baby:(

you intensively listened to the sharp ticking of the clock, waiting for something that'd break the cycle. for someone, actually. for your precious girlfriend ellie, which had a patrol somewhere around jackson. you stayed quiet, listening intently for any signs of her. the sounds of the clock in the background seemed to taunt you, like a reminder of how much time was passing and you had to wait even longer to hear news from her.

it was something about midnight when she finally came knocking on the door, completely soaked in freezing rain. her hair was wet, her face drenched, she looked miserable. you rushed to get a towel to help her dry her hair and body.

when you were done you wrapped your hands around her. she hissed and you instantly pulled away, giving her a pout of pure worry and concern. your eyes inspected her body, without effect. your hands reached out for her top, wanting to take it off and look for any injuries, but she firmly gripped your wrists.

"babe, stop." she said, and maybe you'd listen to her, if her voice didn't sound like begging. and if she begged, she was hiding something.

you freed your hands and rolled her shirt up, revealing a nasty wound on her side. it looked like bullet scratch and it was a miracle - a few millimeters to the left and the shot would pierce her waist.

ellie mumbled a quiet 'fuck...' as her attempt to hide it from you failed. she did her best to look unfazed and pretend to not be in pain, knowing it'd only add to the embarrassment.

ellie sighed and pulled your hands away from the wound, pushing you back. she took a deep breath, the pain evident on her face, and rolled her shirt back down.

"it's fine, i'm fine." she falsely reassured, her shaky voice betraying her attempt to sound tough. she forced a weak smile, trying to play down your worries, but you could tell she wasn't okay.

"ellie, you're bleeding!" you shook your head, your eyes darting back and forth from her wound and her face.

you dragged her to the bedroom, taking a first aid kit from the bathroom on the way. she stayed silent as you softly but forcefully sat her on the bed and started preparing everything.

"this will... sting a bit." you warned her before looking at the disinfectant. you knew it'll do way more than just 'sting a bit'.

ellie avoided looking at you, hating how vulnerable the whole situation makes her feel. she gritted her teeth as you started cleaning the wound, trying to maintain her composure as best as she could. you could hear her breathing get heavier as the pain began to set in, but she was too proud to let you see her cry.

as you continued to work, she looked away from you, ashamed that you had to fix her mistakes. she knew she should have been more careful and hated how weak she appeared in front of you.

"i'm sorry for making you do this." she murmured, her voice barely audible.

ellie sucked in a sharp breath and clenched the sheets as you applied the disinfectant. a wave of pain washed over her, but she managed to stay silent and hold back a scream.

you finished cleaning the wound and began to bandage it, being careful not to hurt her any further. as you worked, you heard ellie sniffle as she struggled to hold back her emotions. you looked up and saw that ellie is watching you with a mixture of gratitude and embarrassment. her eyes were glistening with unshed tears and she was biting her lip to hold back a wail of agony and relief.

"thank you..." she whispered, her voice breaking.

"don't mention it." you said, your eyes full of sympathy for your suffering girlfriend. you gave her a reassuring smile, best you could manage as her pain hurt you too.

ellie took a deep breath, trying to compose herself as the pain subsided, but she couldn't hold back her tears any longer. she buried her face in her hands as she sobbed bitterly, her whole body shaking with emotion.

you gently wrapped her in a hug, holding her tight to give her some comfort. you whispered reassuring words in her ear, trying to calm her down.

"it's alright- sh, shhh..." you stroked her hair in an attempt to provide some solace. "i'll always be here for you, love."

her arms desperately seeked for support in your body, as her tears slowly dropped and soaked into your shirt.

"how can i keep you safe if i can't even take care of myself?" she mumbled, her voice muffled as her face was pressed against your chest.

you continued to hold ellie in your arms, trying to provide her with the comfort and reassurance she needed.

"you're always taking care of me, and now it's my turn to take care of you." you whispered, gently stroking her hair.

ellie looks up at you, her eyes full of gratitude. you feel her embrace tighten as she clings to you for support.

"my strong, amazing els." you smile, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

you held ellie for what seemed like an eternity, neither of you wanting to let go anytime soon. as you continued to cradle her in your arms, you could feel her warm tears running down your chest, now even beneath your shirt.

you felt her begin to calm down, her sobs easing up and her grip on you gradually loosening. suddenly, she pressed her body against you even tighter, almost like she was afraid of losing you after you've provided her with such comfort.

"i love you." she whispered, burying her head in your chest.

you continued gently stroking ellie's hair, unable to stop smiling at her confession.

"i love you too." you whispered back, as if you just shared a really important secret with her, hugging her tightly.

you felt her relax, her body going limp as she nestled into your chest. it felt like time has stopped, and the two of you together in the moment was all that mattered.

you pressed your forehead against ellie's, looking deep into her green eyes.

"always, forever." you added, before sharing your first kiss in a long while.

[inside-lees-mind]

I've been so obsessed with Rock Lee for the last few months after getting into Naruto and I'm so glad someone's taking requests for my favourite ninja! If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to see you write Rock Lee helping reader stretch before a work out but since reader isn't really flexible or is just not all that active, they make a lot of, ahem, suggestive noises while stretching. Love your work, can't wait to see more!!

Rock Lee Helping Reader Stretch

Warnings: Suggestive, borderline NSFW. It’s implied.

Basically: You make noises while stretching that Rock Lee’s horny brain can’t ignore.

Recently, your joints and muscles have been killing you. Maybe your half ass stretching routine wasn’t doing the trick, you figured. Even though you knew change had to happen, you just didn’t know how to stretch your muscles out properly for the extensive training you do with Lee.

Usually he shows up earlier than you, so you don’t see him stretching, but you know he’s keen on making sure he stretches properly so he’s probably stretching for a while beforehand. So you decide to show up 40 minutes before you usually would, seeing him just now setting up to stretch and warmup.

He’d clearly been out jogging prior to this. And in your mind, you know he’s done a runners stretch so isn’t that enough? Why does he need to stretch again? (Him and Gai would both scream at you for this way of thinking)

“Hi Lee.” You greet him with a small smile, already exhausted from the training you haven’t even started just by looking at his energetic, muscular self. Somewhere in your mind, you’ve managed to convince yourself that you’re winded from the walk to the training grounds, and that Lee is not the reason your breath catches in your throat.

You’ve seen him like this for so long, I mean, you’re on the same team as him now. The only 4 person squad, 5 if you count Gai sensei. You’re so close to all of them, and that’s been normal. Perfectly normal. But recently, your eyes linger on Lee just a little too long.

“Oh hey y/n! I didn’t see you there!” He smiles, the white of his teeth flashing at you in the sun line. Sometimes you wonder how he’s so positive, but then again, you don’t mind it so much anymore. He literally glows though, you swear on it.

“Can I ask you a favor?” You ask, suddenly a little nervous. Your palms are sweating. You try to ignore that.

“Of course! What is it that you want to ask?” He asks, enthusiastically. His smile is almost infectious.

“My joints and muscles ‘n shit are killing me. Can you help me stretch? I don’t know what I’m doing wrong…” You move your neck like you’re trying to get out a knot or something.

Lee agrees, and decides to start simple. He has you put your arms behind your back, your hands joined together, and tells you to stretch them back as far as you can. Then do the same with the front.

After that, he has you do a similar thing with your hands joined over your head before moving down to the ground to stretch out your upper body best. Then your shoulders, elbows, and neck all separately. Then he has you get on the ground to stretch out your back.

And maybe he didn’t think too much about the position, but have you stretch your back up and lower yourself down also meant your ass was up in the air as you arched your back. You realize how embarassing the position is, and what you don’t notice is the way his cheeks flush and he pries his eyes away from your body.

“U-uh great! Let’s do legs!” He says rather quickly, helping you to get into as low of a splits position that you can, before having you lean forward. To get the best stretch, he pushes down on your body a tiny bit. And before you can stop yourself, you let out a moan.

His hands still against your back, and your eyes go wide as you freeze too. Soon you feel him move away, telling you to switch sides. And he repeats the same thing on this side. Much to your disdain, an even louder moan accidentally slips from your mouth. Curse yourself for not being able to be quiet at a time like this.

When you finally sit back up, he’s staring at you. You can’t help but gulp down any salvia you had in your mouth. Then you notice the way his hands are covering the front of his pants. When he notices where your eyes shifted, his blush intensifies and he starts stammering.

“I-I am so sorry! I didn’t mean— you were just—“ you cut his rambling off with a kiss, crawling over closer to him. You situate yourself on his lap, his hands darting out for your hips. The kiss doesn’t break until you’re both desperate for more air than you can get with your mouths connected. Before your mutual panting even halts, he smashes his lips back onto your desperately. And at this point, he’s boldly getting handsy.

You can feel the desperation and lust through his finger tips and they find their way around your body. Any curve, dip, anything, he feels for it. And soon he’s laying back on the grass, panting as a string of saliva connects the both of you even as you part.

The look in his eyes told you that what was about to happen at these training grounds should not happen at the training grounds. Your eyes told him you didn’t care the least about that, however.

[takumi-sumino]

I've seen a couple of people do stuff like this, so I'm gonna take a stab at it. My thoughts on every character so far! (Long post, so the opinions are all under the cut)

Darumi

She feels like an audience insert of sorts, with her immediate mention of death games and her outfit looking like something a stereotypical "2020 danganronpa cosplayer" would wear.

She's a bit unhinged from what we've so far, but she also seems like she'll be a lot of fun to watch on screen, and isn't that what's most important?

Definite and overwhelming red herring for something, however. Unsure for what yet, but she screams red herring to me.

Also, the fanart of her has been spectacular. Keep it up, lads.

Eito

I'm sure we've all seen *the scene*, so there's that. If that's not out of context somehow and consensual, then- yay? Good for the yaoi fans.

I immediately liked him when I first saw his design, he just *looks* nice. I'd let him hold my drink at a party. I've read somewhere that he becomes Takumi's closest friend, and I dearly hope that that's true, because that means we get lots of Eito content.

I'm also unbelievably excited for that one ending where he inevitably goes off the deep end and does something absolutely horrific. There has to be one. Manifesting it. I love watching my favourite characters commit atrocities.

Gaku

Can I just say how different he specifically looks in his two different outfits? I didn't even recognise him when his sprite of him in the uniform was revealed. His casual outfit is so silly, and his uniform looks the most like he's about to beat my ass. The gattling gun also helps, probably.

That aside, I don't feel that strongly about him. He's probably a nice enough guy, nothing else to say about him.

Hiruko

She's actually drop dead gorgeous. One of the best casual outfits.

Moving on, I think she's the one who's the leader of the squadron? She seems to have experience with facing the enemies, and she's still alive, so I admire the heck out of her for it. She also has an axe that is bigger than her; you can have all the gattling guns or scythes or floating knives in the world, but nothing bests a good old-fashioned ginormous axe.

Ima

Goofy face, what's he looking at me like that for?

This guy has a bit of a reputation, I know, but I'm choosing to have faith.

A sister complex is not inherently sexual or romantic (although it often is) and I find complicated and toxic family relationships in media quite interesting.

I am, however, almost entirely leaning on Uchikoshi here. Clover and Snake's sibling relationship was extremely well written, and I'm hoping that even if he does feel romantically inclined towards his sister, it's just as well written. I'm choosing hope.

Also, his weapon is phenomenal. I might need to make a weapons tierlist at some point.

Kako

She's a cutiepie, and I haven't missed the fact that she and her brother have angel/devil symbolism with their weapons.

Apparently, the two of them are a bit younger than many of the other students, so that should be interesting- Takumi I know is 17/18. Apparently, they're still in Junior High, so 14/15? I wonder if there'll be any split because of the age groups?

I want nothing but the best for her and I hope she gets it. And doesn't die too many times.

Karua

Likely the one this story revolves around, and one of the more mysterious characters.

I'm curious about her, but I don't really feel anything that strong about her. I am fairly certain that Takumi will tear apart reality itself for her, so she'll probably be a pretty nice character. And hopefully, NOT a twist villain.

Kurara

Absolutely wild to have a masked character in a game that Uchikoshi is writing, I'm sure that has never happened before.

She's filthy rich and has a tomato for a head, I- really don't know what to say about her. Her weapon is hilarious to me, "rich girl above all rich girls" and has a shovel for a weapon. I respect the grind, at least.

I'm sure in true Zero Escape fashion, we'll unmask her in one timeline and use that information in another.

Kyoshika

I genuinely have nothing to say about her- I learned she existed a couple days ago? Had never noticed her before, honestly.

She has a cool outfit in any case.

I just remembered there's a 10 image max on the app, so I'll continue this in a reblog

[igetnosleep]

The Night We Met

Second attempt at angst might try again with the next one. I'm glad you all liked "Finally home" I guess you people were rabid for something soft..makes me feel like I hold power here lmao. Also this is connected to "Finally Home" and "Comfort" since those kind of inspired me to write this...Strangers to Lovers cause I like that shit.

So canon typical violence (it's RE so not surprising) and happy reading!

You didn’t like Leon.

Maybe it was the situation or the fact that you couldn’t bear to separate yourself from him after you managed to escape Raccoon City but you didn’t want to stay away from him.

You’d so happen to meet the stupid blonde when you nearly bludgeoned him with a rusty pipe in the darkened halls of the police station. Too many fucking rooms too many of the undead trying to crawl through the windows, not enough sleep in your system to get through the night that seemed never ending.

All of this happening in the span of a day or two.

You’d seen your friend die in front of you by one of those..things. Now here you were with a man you’d just met who was supposed to be a cop.

“Come on, aren't you a cop?!” You hissed hearing the groans and shuffling through the halls as he held your hand like he was trying to guide you. You’d be kicking and screaming if it didn’t mean certain death. Leon only shrugged, looking to the side almost nervously under your scrutinizing gaze, “It’s my first day.” 

You blinked, staring at him, “The fuck did you just say?” you whispered a bit too quietly, too calmly for his liking. Leon didn’t need to turn around to see your face; he could feel your piercing gaze against his temple, almost debating if you should take him out with you.

“I said-”

“I know what you just said.” 

“Then why did you-” 

“Leon, I'm going to hit you if you don’t shut up.”

He promptly kept his mouth shut until you deemed it okay.

Leon didn’t have survival instincts like you’d expect him to. Always eager to help, always sticking to the rules, you’d even tried to reason with him but he wasn’t swayed, if it weren’t for the fact that you were in the middle of the apocalypse, you’d admire him, but you’d almost hit him before you jumped at the sight of the man on the other side of the jail cell turn into a bloody pulp by the..whatever it was as it walked away.

You never considered yourself kind, some of the things you did while finding a place to hide out would be considered heartless. You accepted that you’d never get into heaven, your tongue having spewed more blasphemy in your life time that you were sure that Saint Peter would smile kindly before pushing you down into the lake of fire before disinfecting his hands and going back to his post.

Leon believed in an afterlife. He liked to believe that his parents were somewhere better, somewhere kinder than the life that they were given. Something more peaceful than the death they had lived.

“You speak from experience?” You asked him, earning an expression you could only read as shame from him, you could picture the dog ears pressed against his head. The way he looked like he wanted to cry maybe it was him missing home, you didn’t blame him, you wanted to go home too. You sighed not imagining that this was how you’d spend the apocalypse squeezing the hand of a rookie cop in an attempt to tell him that it would be okay?

The halls of the police station and the foreboding dread in your gut, Leon was a good distraction from the constant stream of fear. You’d squeezed his hand and tried to imagine something better than whatever was trying to kill you at the moment.

You didn’t like Leon, you found him cute, like a puppy it was hard not to look at him and forgive him right away. His face was soft, eyes wide and hopeful. All he had to do was look at you a certain way and you wanted to pet him. You obviously wouldn’t because hello you just met the guy. He felt soft too, healthy and still had his baby fat.

He reminded you of a golden retriever, maybe even a labrador. Dogs were nice to think about. Now imagining him with dog ears made you smile a bit. A small bit of peace one he gave you while he was flattered by the attention you gave him he never admitted it though. With cheeks tinted red “That would be embarrassing.” the rookie cop thought to himself.

Leon liked you. Maybe more than he could admit at the moment. Maybe because he latched onto you faster than a baby chick would to the first thing it saw. He liked the way you latched onto him recalling the way Marvin side-eyed him reminding him to keep his head on a swivel. “Just because you found someone doesn’t mean you can have your head in the clouds, understand?” a quick “Yes, sir.” from him and he pulled you along with him.

Was that the selfish thing to do?

Drag a civilian along with him?

You were pretty, yes, he would never deny it, the way you did things the hard way because it was the only thing you could think of at the moment. But it did make him smile when he bothered you about it.

You looked cute when you pouted, cheeks tinted red in embarrassment. “Shut up. It was the only thing I could think of.” you whined as he laughed. 

Why’d he have to look like a ray of sunshine? Why’d he have to make you feel..happy?

You didn’t like Leon.

You didn’t.

You don’t.

“What did you do before this?” he asked curiously while you were stuck in one of the rooms waiting for the undead to pass by, his voice cutting you out of your thoughts. You looked up from the ground humming in thought.

“Tax fraud.” 

“Seriously?”

“No, you big goof. I was a barista, worked in a coffee shop, over…somewhere.” 

He noted the way your hand waved dismissively down the street from the police station right he noticed it from the fence. He fumbled around with his gun for a moment pretending to check the magazine while he pondered, maybe if he’d been here just a week early. 

Maybe he would have met you, how would you look when you smiled or laughed at a joke. 

He pushed the magazine back into place, shaking himself out of his thoughts. A weight settling on his shoulder had him tense, turning and looking over at you seeing you lean on his shoulder. Leon relaxed a small smile playing on his lips as he admired you. 

You leaned on him, your body relaxing just a moment as he offered his shoulder, he was thoughtful, you liked that about him. His hand came up to your back and gently rubbed circles between your shoulders. “You’re doing great.” he hummed, leaning his forehead against yours, you could only glare weakly as he was using those stupid puppy eyes on you. You poked the soft pudge hiding under the bulletproof vest. “Shut up.”

A small bit of silence left you two relaxed momentarily forgetting about the shuffling and the random thumps and bumps against the door.

Ada was someone you didn’t trust, she spoke to the point but in circles, never willing to give you a straight answer. In all honesty, if it were any other day if it didn’t feel like the world was ending, you’d be fawning over her like some sort of moron.

For fucks sake she was wearing heels during a zombie outbreak you internally felt yourself putting her on a pedestal practically forgetting about survival and choosing to trust this woman who looked like she was coming out of a fashion catalog.

Noticing your staring Ada, snapped her fingers at you and you stood in attention feeling your face burn in embarrassment. Great, now you look stupid in front of the pretty lady.

Leon didn’t hide his admiration for her, you couldn’t blame him, she had an air of confidence, independence, a person who you wanted to be with but couldn’t attain.

She was mildly amused by your poor attempts at flirting “You’d have better luck telling Leon those jokes of yours.” She hummed as you helped bandage her leg. You only looked confused “What do you mean?” “Come on, you're practically clinging to him giving him those eyes,” She gestured vaguely to your face, you’d still stared at her confused, she rolled her eyes staring at you in disbelief “You’re telling me you don’t like him?” You snort hearing it echo through the sewer “No.” she didn’t seem amused with you.

The train leading away from the city was melancholic and frankly bittersweet, you made it. Somehow you survived just when you were about to leave a note or something for someone to find on your corpse. Leon looked somewhat satisfied relaxing as he just leaned on your shoulder as the train went on towards an unknown location.

His hand gripped yours, fingers interlacing, a nap sounded perfect at the moment. His body was screaming for rest and you felt like a small piece of heaven. Your thumb swiped over his knuckles. “Go on. I’ll wake you up when we stop, okay?” He couldn’t say no to that.

The woman, Claire, stared at you from the corner of her eye. A clear need of an explanation was visibly wanting to pry you for an explanation.

“We met in the police station.” She deflated sitting down on the ground next to…Sherry? Her name was? Yeah she introduced herself to you almost enthusiastically in her tired state, fell asleep like a rock to the insistence of you and Claire. “Sorry we arrived in the city together and we got separated. I thought something happened to him.” She admitted their relationship, acquaintances, “Something almost happened, I almost hit him with a pipe.” Claire felt bad that she laughed at that.

The train stopped a few hours later and once you all reached civilization it was time to go your separate ways. Claire was looking for someone and whatever happened down in Umbrella she looked determined to investigate it. 

You understood why but after everything, you just wanted to suppress the memories and go on with your life and you agreed to take in Sherry. Claire looked like she felt bad but you waved her off, “I’ve got like five cousins her age. She’ll be fine.” you assured the redhead as she hugged you, she didn’t look like she was the maternal type anyway, she was younger from what you gathered about her talking about her brother. 

She should be able to find him without worrying about the safety of someone else.

A brief glance around your shoulder saw Leon looking exhausted, the mental fortitude he had to not break down crying was worrisome. You couldn’t blame him. You felt the same, what do you do in that situation now that you had to look after someone, you couldn’t cry or scream. No, Sherry wouldn’t react well to a breakdown. 

You offered your hand to the little girl and she hesitantly accepted as Leon led the way with a hand on your back as you managed to find a military base ahead.

Looking back, a part of him wished he had been more vigilant, maybe he could have protected you and Sherry. Instead you were both dragged off somewhere with blindfolds over your eyes. He fought against the men screaming at them to bring both of you back only to get a whack to the back of his head and he was out like a light. 

Leon woke up after the men had separated from both of you. Heart pounding his breathing erratic as a man in front of him commended him for making it out of Raccoon City alive. “Rookie with a hell of a first day.” wearing a crooked smile that made his stomach turn. 

Where were you? Were you okay? Did they hurt you?

They made him an offer. An ultimatum. They didn’t really give him much of a choice.

You had been sitting alone clutching Sherry close afraid of the men surrounding you, hands close to their weapons and their eyes wandering staring trying to get a read on you. Your leg bounced the heel of your shoe clicking against the ground, you were sweating bullets, heart beating rapidly. 

You tried to calm down. Nothing was working.

When you saw Leon again after what felt like hours you practically ran up and hugged him, his arms wrapping around you squeezing you so close you almost missed the way he was shaking. His face buried in your neck fingers curling around your shirt wrinkling the already ruined fabric. He only pulled away to kiss your shoulder whispering apologies into your skin. “I’m sorry.” 

It was like you blinked and he was gone, gone to whatever new hell they’d introduce him to. The government relocated you and Sherry, not together I’m afraid. 

You tried to live life like normal but nothing got rid of the nightmares. Dates ran away from your screaming like roaches to sudden exposure to light. New forms of comfort taken from scalding hot showers and wrapping yourself in blankets galore. You nabbed a pitbull from some dumpster. It didn’t seem to matter.

A part of you wanted Leon back. Someone who understood you, someone who'd give you a shoulder to cry on at the moment. You were ashamed to admit that you needed him so bad. It was only one night. One fucking night he didn’t sleep with you. Not like that anyway. Why did you feel so strongly for that dumb blond?

You didn’t like Leon.

You didn’t.

You didn’t.

Six years later you saw Leon again.

Standing at your door looking different from the rookie cop you met that night.

A frozen look of shock on your face as you stared at him.

Your mouth felt dry, your blood went cold.

Oh fuck.

You liked Leon.

[wantondoe]

Birthday Sinner

Hello you dirty sinner~ (<- Did you like that, you mommy's little who-) Today's my birthday so I wanted to write something to celebrate that! I thought this would be wholesome!

Plot: You celebrate your birthday with the Hazbin Hotel characters :D (comedy) / Warnings: cursing and sexual themes, but still SWF imo (naturally) / gender neutral reader / CONTAINS SPOILERS

!! By now I've mostly written comedic stories, let me know down in the comments (or somewhere) if you have any requests. Also, I'm still pretty new to the app so please excuse my clumsiness. Anyway, enjoy! (Or don't, if you're a masochist) !!

The day before your birthday

You were casually spending an evening in the living area with the rest of the staff. You were passively scrolling through Voxtagram, when Charlie asked something.

"So, someone's birthday is coming up, huh?" Charlie spoke with a slightly hesitant voice. You raised a brow.

"Very subtle", Angel commented sarcastically.

"Aaand-", Charlie continued, "we, we were all wondering..." she awkwardly paused, seeing if anyone else would try to ask about your birthday plans. "WE WERE ALL THNKING-"

"We were thinking about throwing you a birthday party", Vaggie finished Charlie's sentence.

"Guys, that's so sweet, but... I'm much too old to celebrate my birthday... I was just planning on having a laid-back day in my room", you answer, putting down your phone.

"That sounds sad", Angel pointed out. "Come on, it'll be your birthday, toots! Loosen up a bit!"

"Angel's right", Husk agreed. "You should do something special for your big day, kiddo."

"Honestly, I've just gotten too lazy to think about throwing a party. My birthday isn't a big deal anyway..."

Nifty jumped on the sofa with you, her singular eye glowing. "Birthdays are the best! How old are you going to be?"

Alastor emerged from the shadows, his lean figure appearing behind you. "Nifty dear you should never ask someone about their age!"

"Dammit Alastor, don't sneak up on me like that!" you jolted. "Guys, I really appreciate your offers, but I don't need a huge party... Good night everyone!" That being said, you made your way upstairs towards the bedroom.

After you were gone, Charlie spoke again: "Guys, I think we should throw her the biggest, craziest birthday ever!

Birthday morning:

Today you'd spoil yourself. You'd sleep in, take a hot bath, eat a luxurious breakfast, and perhaps go on a refreshing walk in Cannibal Town.

Sitting up on the bed, you stretched your arms before walking to the bathtub. You carefully placed a fluffy towel on a stool next to the tub before sinking into the hot water. You closed your eyes, feeling the water around relaxing every muscle of yours. Finally, some relaxing alone time-

A slight frown formed between your brows as you heard Angel and Vaggie yell something in the aisle. You tried to brush it off, but it sounded like chaos emerging. Vaggie yelled something at Angel, and then there was a sound of silverware hitting the floor, followed by Angel's high pitched scream.

Alright, so that was odd. But you wouldn't let their antics ruin your peaceful morning! After you were done with the bath, you got up and carefully dried yourself. After slipping on your favorite clothes, you made your way downstairs.

Apparently, Nifty had been feeling extra productive, as she had made breakfast for everyone. There were pancakes, eggs, fruits, drinks... Everything you could imagine. They had even gotten a chocolate fountain!

"Happy birthday", the all said in unison.

"Wow, guys this is... This is amazing", you walked further into the dining area. "Is this for me...?"

"We wanted to make something special for your birthday!" Charlie clapped her hands.

"This certainly is", you take a seat between Angel and Alastor. "Thank you."

"Of course! Anything for a lovely sinner like you!" Alastor smiled, making you blush slightly.

Charlie looked smitten. "Now to sing happy birthday-"

"Don't you fucking dare", you cut in.

"I wasn't going to sing anyway", Husk admitted.

"Husk, you are a true friend", you smile at the grumpy cat demon.

"Oh, well", Charlie shrugged, "enjoy!"

Birthday, 11 am

You were craving a glass of ice water, so you made your way downstairs to the kitchen. For your surprise, you found Alastor casually standing in front of the door, efficiently blocking the way.

"Hello-!"

"Alastor, why are you blocking the door?" you stand close to him. He frowned a bit, but his wide grin remaining.

"Well, I'm afraid you can't use the kitchen right now my dear!" he explained with his usual cheerful tone.

"What? Why? The kitchen was fine in the morning!"

"My dear there's a plumbing issue!" Alastor lied effortlessly. However, the noises coming behind the door were rather unconvincing.

Vaggie behind the door: Dammit Angel I told you to use the timer!

Angel behind the door: It might still be edible, we just need to take off the burnt parts-

Vaggie behind the door: It's all burnt!

Alastor sighed at the noises coming behind the door. Soon, an intense smell of burnt food made its way through the door.

"Alastor, you lying piece of wendigo", you call him out. "I'll just grab some water-" you say, your hand reaching the doorknob.

"THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE AT THE MOMENT", Alastor rushed to say, gently smacking your hand away using his radio staff.

"For the love of all that is unholy, why won't you let me in!"

"I, uh", Alastor's charismatic persona dropped for a bit.

"You're being so weird!" you groan in frustration, marching away.

After your form was nowhere to be seen anymore, Alastor peeked his head through the door. "WHAT IS GOING ON IN THERE? Can't you two make a cake without being overly suspicious about it?"

Vaggie huffed at Alastor. "Well, you'd be welcome to make this cake, but you'd probably spoil it by using human blood anyway!"

Angel cried, holding an utterly burnt chocolate cake in his spider arms. "I did follow the recipe!"

Vaggie: "Angel, you waste of a jawline!"

Birthday afternoon

Charlie was talking on her phone in the lobby, as she spotted you. Her eyes widened and she instinctively moved to block the door.

"Not this shit again", you mutter. "Charlie, not you too! Why are you all trying to block my way everywhere?!"

"Where do you think you're going?" Charlie asked awkwardly.

"Outside, for a walk. I'm a free sinner-"

"That just won't do!" she blocked the doorway with her body.

"Dammit Charlie!" you curse, marching back in the hotel.

Charlie watched you disappear in the hotel before lifting the phone on her ear again. "Yes, dad. We need 100 balloons and a Vox-shaped pinata. Yes that was Alastor's idea..."

Birthday evening

Frustrated, you had spend your whole birthday chilling on your bed. Your eyes were already drying up from staring at your phone all day. You didn't even notice someone sneaking behind you. The last thing you remembered was something blunt hitting the back of your head before a total blackout.

You had no idea how much time had passed. You woke up, only to realize you were blindfolded. Then you panicked as you realized you were tied up on a chair. However, your panic melted away as soon as you heard the familiar voices.

Charlie: Nifty! I told you to bring them here, not to... assault them!

Nifty: Those are the same thing!

Angel: Ooh you tied them up! How kinky!

Cherry Bomb: Very sexy indeed. Am I the only one imagining them naked?

Angel: Nope.

Husk: Dammit Nifty! What if they wake up with brain damage?

Vaggie: Do we have the balloons? Also, where's Lucifer?

Charlie: Ah, dad couldn't join us, he's still recovering from the hemorrhoid surgery (if you know you know, if you don't, go read my post "Drop Dead Gorgeous"). He even had to get one of those hemorrhoid pillows!

Angel: No anal for Lucifer for a while...

Alastor: Now now, Angel, don't be lewd.

Angel: I'm bored just standing here! When is the bitch going to wake up?!

You smirk. "I am awake, Angel."

A long silence followed your statement.

Charlie: Uh, ha ha, that's great. Uh, Nifty, will you undo your... The blindfold and the ropes?

"Surprise!"

"Surprise motherfucker", Angel grinned.

You were freed from your restrains in mere seconds. You saw all your friends gathered around you. They were smiling awkwardly, wishing you happy birthday in unison. You noticed the ridiculous amount of balloons behind them and a pinata that really did look like Vox.

"You guys really went out of your ways to make this happen huh?" You couldn't deny it, it was impressive. Knowing the hazbins and their quirks, you were surprised that they had been able to put up everything so nicely.

"We just thought you should have a proper birthday, my dear", Alastor chuckled.

"You guys really won't give up huh. Thank you", you giggled. "Alright, you win. Let's party."

"Okay, so first, we got some presents!" Charlie motioned towards the pile of presents in the living room.

You kept opening the gifts, your heart fluttering as they had gifted things you had actually asked for. Then came Angel's turn.

"Happy birthday toots", Angel wished, smirking widely.

"Angel, this present is clearly the shape of a dildo", you state.

"Hey! Don't ruin the surprise!" Angel pouted. "It's not just any dildo, it has 13 different vibrating modes-"

You ripped the wrapping, revealing a huge dildo. You read the text on the package: "Hellpounder 3000, size XL." Your eyes widened as it started vibrating violently. "Angel for the love of Satan!"

Charlie coughed awkwardly while Alastor's aura got exponentially darker.

"Pretty sweet huh?" Angel winked an eye. "I promise you, it gives multiples, every time-"

"Alright!" you blush. "Thank you Angel, I can tell you really care about my, uh, well being", you wrap the dildo back in the paper.

Surprise guest

"We have one final surprise for you!" Charlie's smile widened, if that was even possible by now. "We have someone very special who's come all the way from heaven!"

A familiar serpent figure stepped from the shadows.

"Oh my Hell... Do my eyes deceive me?" You stepped closer. "Sir Pentious! It really is you!" You jumped to hug your old friend. "Look at you all dressed up in white! It does suit you! Ah, it's so good to see you!"

"It's good to see you too my old friend!" Sir Pentious smiled. "I'm glad they let me visit Hell every now and then!"

"How's Heaven treating you?" you ask curiously.

"It's pretty nice, though sometimes I find myself missing Hell, especially you people", Sir Pentious responded with a longing expression.

"You're the best birthday present ever!" you hum happily, giving him one more hug.

"I resent that", Angel crossed his arms.

"Come on Sir Pentious! Let's cut the cake!" you lead the snake to the kitchen followed by the others.

Cutting the cake

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, dirty sinner, happy birthday to you", they sangs happily as you laughed softly, cutting the ridiculously large cake.

"This is my favorite cake guys!" you exclaim.

"I know my cake", Angel smirked. "Yeah, you like eating cake don't you-"

"Ahem", Alastor furrowed his brows.

Even Lucifer had joined them through a video call.

"Happy birthday kid!" Lucifer smiled through the screen. "I'm sorry I couldn't join today..."

"It's okay Lulu, how's the recovery?" you ask while the others cut the cake.

"Well, the hemorrhoid surgery was a success, but this recovery bullshit sure is painful. Like, everything I do reminds me of my ass. Trying to walk, sitting down, taking a dump-"

"That's cool, just keep talking about your ass while we eat cake", Husk muttered.

"I see it as very fitting", Angel chuckled. "You know, eating cake and talking about ass-"

"AHEM", Alastor raised his voice again.

"Damn, no Hellpounder 3000 for Lucifer anytime soon", Angel mumbled while moving to the side to grab some drinks.

"Well, I see you have your hemorrhoid pillow", you giggle. "It's gonna be fine, Lulu. Maybe next week Charlie can pick you up and bring you here to spend time with us!"

"Oh that would be just lovely. I'd be so pleased to get a visit from out hemorrhoid-ridden king", Alastor said, his cheery voice dripping with sarcasm.

You smiled at Lucifer and Alastor started bickering on the phone. You walk over to Vaggie. "Vaggie, I know none of this party would've succeeded if it wasn't for you. You truly are the backbone of this hotel and our little group of misfits. Thank you", you hug the fallen angel.

"T-thank you", Vaggie smiled shyly, feeling good that her effort was recognized. "That means a lot."

...

The party was going well. Everyone found their ways to keep themselves entertained. Vaggie and Charlie were eating snacks and talking with Lucifer on the phone, Alastor was enjoying a whiskey at Husk's bar. Nifty ran around the hotel with balloons, her manic laughter echoing in the hallways.

Even Fat Nuggets, Angel's adorable pet piglet had joined then. The pink piglet sniffed on the empty plates. Noticing the piglet's hunger, Charlie cut a piece of cake and placed the plate on the floor. "There you go, piggy."

You sat on the sofa with Angel as Alastor passionately beat up the Vox-shaped pinata.

"Oh my, he's really beating the shit out of that pinata", Angel raised an eyebrow.

"Even blindfolded, he manages to hit the right spots", you take a sip of your drink.

"That sounded hot", Angel said casually as you choked on your drink.

"Angel for fuck's sake!" you curse.

Alastor hit the pinata one final time before the candy fell out. Nifty was blissfully jumping around, catching the candy.

"Oh, aren't those two cute?"

You and Angel watch Alastor and Nifty interact. There was almost something daughter and father -like about the way the two interacted.

You noticed Sir Pentious in the opposite corner of the room, trying to flirt with Cherry Bomb.

Sir Pentious: So, if you were in Heaven... Would you open your heavenly gates for me?

You giggled with Angel at Sir Pentious' adorable attempts to flirt.

"Well, I must say this party turned out well. I feel like we've all been busy with the Hotel lately, so much so that we haven't gotten together like this for a while", you speak lazily.

"Yeah toots, your birthday was the perfect excuse to spend some quality time or whatever shit", Angel mumbled back, clearly intoxicated from the alcohol. "And I mean, look, we got Sir Pentious to visit too..."

"Man we are getting sentimental as fuck", you mumble, watching your friends enjoy the party. "It's like... We are having a deep conversation."

"So deep", Angel nodded with a suggestive tone. "You know toots, you should really give that Hellpounder 3000 a chance."

"Alright, I will", you rolled your eyes. "Man, this has been one of the best birthdays I've ever had."

Extra

It had been two weeks since your birthday. Charlie had decided to throw a casual family dinner at the Hotel, mainly because Lucifer seemed lonely. After all, Lucifer had been unable to join your birthday, which had left his pride wounded.

You were setting the table with Angel and Nifty as you saw Lucifer's car driven by Charlie enter the Hotel's front.

You walked closer to the window with Angel and watched the father and daughter struggle.

Charlie, trying to Help Lucifer out of the car: Dad, just take my hand!

Lucifer: It hurts too much! I can't do this...

Charlie: Come on dad, we made your favorite food! Here, let me carry your apple cane-

Lucifer, holding his butt: Charlie! CHARLIE! I think I popped the stitches! My hemorrhoids never leave me!

Charlie: Dad come on, walk along with me-

Lucifer with genuine panic in his voice: No! NO! We forgot my hemorrhoid pillow! I can't go anywhere without it! Please we have to get it-

Charlie: Okay, relax dad! I got the pillow, see? Now let's go!

Angel turned to look at you. "Well, this will be an interesting dinner."

"Poor Lulu tho", you chuckle as you glance through the window, seeing Lucifer being carried by his daughter. "We love our short king."

[the-queen-of-cups1500]

As a reader, I'm not entirely happy with this fic, but since I'm inexperienced in writing I'm not entirely sure how to fix it.. I hope you enjoy a wicked inspired Lilia x Agatha fic (Calderess ?).. there is smut, containes fingering & use of dark magic as a sort of vibrator 😨 (you'll get it once you read it, it's not in a literal sense), also contains angst having to do with loss and death..

recommend listening to the wicked soundtrack and Like real people do by hozier..

Are people born wicked, or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?

Every witch with a lick of sense had heard of Agatha Harkness, the witch who killed her own coven. A witch who's wickedness got her the darkhold. Rumors said she was able to hide from even death with all that dark magic.. That had gotten Lilia's attention.

Lilia was a hermit, a witch who moved often enough so a coven could not find her, she couldn't go through that loss again. She found herself in front of Agatha herself, her finger tips were coal black, only starting to fade to their natural color at the second knuckle. Lilia bit her tongue "You have the darkhold-" a thrill went down her spine, she could feel the buzz of Agatha's magic..

Agatha smirked, she shrugged with a gesture that brought even more attention to her magic stained fingers as they splayed out in a flourish to frame her face. Her hair was wild and sort of wavy, contrast to Lilia's practically perfect ringlets.. "..How observant-" Agatha mused, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

From there on Lilia and Agatha kept meeting as if fate was forcing them together. It didn't matter where they were, meeting over dead bodies or over alters. Lilia talked to her Maestra often, Agatha learned. Of course speaking to the dead wasn't Lilia's thing, but grief kept her tied to the woman of her childhood, she talked to her Maestra in a.. none magical way.

Lilia sat among the grass and leaves, a pocket alter unfolded in front of her. There were gold trinkets and an old piece of dark fabric along with a tea cup. As Agatha watched from afar Lilia started talking about the wicked witch herself. "..She's just- unusually and exceedingly peculiar, and.. all together quite impossible to describe-" she cut herself off with a short scream of shock, and yet there was nothing there to shock her.. Lilia packed up her alter before turning to see Agatha behind her.

Agatha sort of looked Lilia up and down.. as if she could see right through her "..Kook-" her lips pressed into a thin line..

Lilia scoffed "..Like you wouldn't be-" she gazed at Agatha, two beats of silence pass "..You could be good, you know-" the words seemed to come from no where, but somewhere in Lilia's scrambled mind- she had been thinking about this.. This moment where she could change her fate, and possibly Agatha's.. she just needed to get closer..

It was Agatha's turn to scoff "..Oh- I see.. you want to change me?.. that's what you're about." She pressed one of her fingers to her lips as she thought "..What do you get out of it, Dory?-"

Lilia took a step forward, she knew there were walls between her and Agatha.. things about Agatha that Lilia might never understand.. "..Maybe you'll to a favor for me one of these days.." she shrugged and extended a hand to Agatha..

When Agatha took Lilia's hand she pulled the older witch closer, their right shoulders clashing, Lilia could feel Agatha's breath against her neck as Agatha hissed out her final words "..I'll let you try-"

So, Lilia got close.. perhaps too close. The sent of loathing was still in the air with each meeting, but now the meetings were purposeful. Lilia thought being good was a mindset, so with each meeting she would bring bread and butter.. sometimes jam or soup, she would break bread with Agatha in the same way she would with her coven. They would eat and talk, today Lilia brought blackberry jam, butter, and a rosemary bread.

Agatha got to prepare her bread first, she pinched a bite sized amount from the loaf.. steam rose from the warm bread's insides. A knife was used to smear butter and jam before Agatha ate it with a hunger.

Lilia simply watched, her legs intertwined as she sat across from Agatha. "..I share my bread, and my butter, and my jam. I let you have the first bite every time.. why?"

With a mouth still half full Agatha laughed "Because you're a sucker-" she shifted closer as she crossed her legs, she sat slightly hunched over the placemat Lilia had set out.

"..Because I care-" Lilia corrected with an unamused look, "Caring doesn't make me weak or- a sucker. Not if it is for your benefit." It was Lilia's turn to prepare her bit of bread, she savored it compared to Agatha.

Agatha looked up at Lilia, rolling her eyes "..I don't get it- you're doing all of this- for what? For a favor sometime in the future, Which.. you know I'm not going to hold up my side of the deal anyway- so yes, you are a sucker.. you share your bread, your so called wisdom, and I give you nothing. I take."

Lilia frowned "..You need to take before you are able to give.. sacrifices make-"

Agatha cut her off "..I don't get you." Her eyes are looking past Lilia..

Lilia tilted her head, searching for the right words "...You don't have to-" her lips press together for fear of trembling, no sign of weakness can be shown. Can't flinch, can't react too harshly, for fear Agatha might get up and leave.. she places her hand on top of Agatha's, making eye contact.. she wouldn't back down

Agatha's eyes wondered, to their hands- the bread.. the blanket laid out under them- Lilia's brown eyes. Agatha sneered "...You need me-"

Lilia froze for a moment, shaking her head "..No I- just.. stay."

Agatha's face changes to one of surprise.. she smirked "..Oh, am I your dog now? Sit. Speak. Stay?-" she shook her head.. she would get up- leave this place, never look back.. but Lilia intertwined their fingers.. it was so hard to understand what was going on in Lilia's mind..

Lilia's voice was hushed "..You're not a dog, Agatha- Please.. stay with me, I am not telling you.. I am asking, I want you to stay.. did it ever pass your mind that I might enjoy your company?"

Agatha's brows furrowed "..oh, you're more of a sucker than I thought-" she laughed, she moved to get up, but Lilia pulled her closer.. their faces just a few inches apart.

Lilia gazed at Agatha, like the stars.. like impending doom, Agatha was a train wreck that she couldn't stop watching.. "..I enjoy your company-" she merely whispered..

Agatha grited her teeth "I hate you-" and yet.. Agatha was the one to close the gap between their lips..

Lilia was too gentle, too soft for Agatha.. Agatha wanted their teeth to clash, for blood to be drawn. To feel loved she needed to feel hated, to give she needed to take. It clicked while Lilia cradled Agatha's head against the soft grass as their kiss continued.

Sun streamed down between the branches of the trees that hid this scene from the outside world. Soon Agatha flipped their positions, breaking the kiss.. "..Don't speak- Don't ruin the moment" her words were brash, but the darkened finger pressed against Lilia's lips was gentle.

Agatha smirked "..I know you like them-" she trailed her finger down from Lilia's lips to her collar.. "..I see the way you look at my hands- a bit of fear.." Agatha clicked her tongue "..a bit of lust- Do you want me to.. use them?"

Lilia's eyes were wide as she looked up at Agatha "..You're crazy-"

Agatha cut Lilia off "..Just nod or shake your head-" she looked down at Lilia with a raised eyebrow, waiting for Lilia to make her mind up..

After a pause, Lilia glanced away and nodded, as if she was embarrassed by her own actions.

That was all Agatha needed before she slid her hand between Lilia and her clothes, dark magic practically buzzed against Lilia's skin, her chest rose with each breath as Agatha began to.. tease her- soft, but not gentle, not kind.. Agatha wanted to watch Lilia squirm, it raised the question if this was just some sort of power play.

While Lilia continued to stay quiet with her words, that didn't stop her from making noise. Short gasps, the sounds of her breath hitching.. Agatha was going to break her.

Agatha couldn't do that, no matter how wicked she let people believe her to be.. she pressed a finger inside Lilia. It was almost too much for Lilia.. she had never felt the draw of dark magic, not like this. Lilia's back arched and a desperate moan escaped her lips, she grabbed Agatha by the collar before pulling her closer.

Skin against skin, they were much like yin and yang.. the light Lilia had put in Agatha's soul.. and the darkness Agatha let seep inside Lilia. Agatha added another finger before pressing kisses on the underside of Lilia's jaw as she curled her fingers.

Closer than ever, so close they had become one.. where did the darkness end, and the light start? As Lilia became undone, she forced Agatha to look at her "..Agatha- my favor.. I- I need my favor now.. Please."

Agatha's brows furrowed as her pace came to a stop "..The favor that you know I'm not going to do for you?-"

Lilia sighed "..Listen- people talk about you- since you have the darkhold.. they say you can hide from death.. can you- bring people back?"

As Lilia forced eye contact Agatha couldn't help but hate her, Agatha's gaze softened nonetheless her own grief kept back to her "...Don't do this to me, Lilia-" she tried to pull away.

Lilia only pulled Agatha closer, clinging on to false hope "..Please- please.. tell me you can.. tell me there is hope-" how nature brought out the worst in her- though she was begging to deaf ears..

Agatha could not rewrite what had been done, or disrupt nature's course.. There is no hope, no wishful thinking, no quick fix. One must move on and heal.. Whether it be the loss of sisterhood, a teacher, or a son.. it cannot be undone, ash cannot grow back a forest, but it can be used as fertilizer for the new forest yet to come.

The deal was over, the lessons learned.. the bread left for the crows. Sometimes.. they would try to meet again, wondering into that forest.. but their time together was just another loss they would have to learn to live with.

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Looped Sun 2

Loop #16

They didn't stop looping in time, but at least they had eachother. Grian had to admit that it was almost fun with Scar around, definitely felt less lonely with someone else to talk to.

Loop #19

It took 3 loops for Scar to suggest having some fun with this, spice it up. Grian hadn't expected stealing Martyns and Ren bit would be their objective this time but he didn't mind. Getting to be king and screaming "red winter is coming" was actually quite funny and being all shady in Last Life was nice too. As Secret Life comes to an end Scar whispers.

Scar: Alright alright, let me be king next time ok?

Grian laughs at the suggestion just in time for-

Loop #21

Grian had noticed soon that not every loop started the same exact day a while ago but he never expected to wake up already during Limited Life.

Surely things couldn't get weirder then that.

Loop #26

He spoke too soon. This time around he woke up as he was singing a piece of paper, a declaration of indipendence, while wearing a very weird blue american indipendence outfit together wih people he had never met before.

He just went along with it of course and fighting against a weird masked guy for indipendence had been a breath of fresh air but Scar was still missing and Grian was very confused the whole time.

Well until ...

Scar: Thank you Soot, however I think that I could run this country far better!

Grian: Scar? Where were you!? ... What are you doing!?

Scar: That's why I'm going to run myself! Vote for Scar 2020!

To be fair it took some times for things to go badly.

Grian: This is your fault you know that right?

Scar: Hey! Look! At least the country didn't explode or something-

*Boom*

Grian: ...

Scar: ...that wasn't me.

Loop #31

Grian: Damn I didn't bring enough tnt to rig the enchanter. How did I forget??

Scar: Don't worry! I got some!

Grian: Oh thank... where did you get it?

Scar: I kept it in my second inventory from last loop.

Grian: Your what?

Scar: We have a second inventory now! Didn't you notice!

Grian: I see it now ...how?

Scar: It keeps stuff safe from one loop to the other! Cool right!?

Grian: ... Like an enchanting table? But for loops?

Scar: I guess?

Grian: How are you not freaking out about this!?!

Loop #33

This time they woke up early, back in season 6! Grian doesn't understand why Scar doesn't care because he does! Why can't someone explain it to him for ender sake.

Loop #36

Someone explained it. He and Scar woke up somewhere completely different and it was confusing and scary but they finally got answers.

Grian: So our universe is part of a big big big tree?

Anakin: Yes, like every other.

Grian: And the tree is what, under maintenance?

Anakin: Basically.

Grian: And so we are stuck looping?

Anakin: You don't need to pretend to be calm, I can feel your emotions in the force.

Grian: So... we are stuck? Forever?!?

Anakin: Not forever forever, until the tree is fixed-

Grian: So possibly for billions of years!?!

Anakin: Some of the older loops have been going for trillions even.

Grian: ... I'll... I...need to think.

Anakin: I'll write some useful terms down so you can read them once you aren't... You know.

Grian: Guess I have all the time in the world to come to terms with it... Scar is going to hate that he didn't get to meet you.

Loop #37

Scar: ....soooo what you up to?

Grian: Memorising these terms Anakin gave us.

Scar: Ooh sounds...fun!

Grian: Every loop has an anchor, without it the loop can't exist. I tought I was the anchor but it's not possible because I was sent to a different loop last tims.

Scar: So am I the anchor?

Grian: You were missing for the first loops Scar... the only option that makes sense is that both of us are anchors. But even then...

Grian underlines the term "co-anchors" a bunch of times.

Scar: Does that mean I'll get to meet Anakin Skywalker?

Grian: Probably? One day?

Scar: Wooooho!

Loop #38

They were waiting for the moon to crash when Scar posed the question.

Scar: Do you think we can just... stop the moon?

Grian: Hmmm... I guess I never tought about it, why?

Scar: I don't know, just thinking.

Grian: I have an idea...

Loop #43

Scar: Grian what are you doing?

Grian: You remember how last loop started in s7?

Scar: ... Yeah?

Grian: I decided to keep something in my pocket this time around.

Grian took out a golden gauntlet with 6 colored glowing stones.

Scar: ... The button?

Grian: The button.

Grian snapped and the moon disappeared.. He then carefully removed and pocketed it again.

Grian: Well, I'm surprised it actually...worked...

Scar: But what happened to it?

Grian: I just made it really really small.

Loop #51

This was unbearable, Grian tought it was weird when this loops Timmy was acting like an incapable child, then he became worried when he saw that Scott was a pacifist who wouldn't hurt a fly, and then Cleo started burning down literally everything and he started to question his life choices. Everyone was barely themselves, it was like they had been replaced by very cheap imitations.

(Poor Grian had to walk into fanonland)

Loop #67

Scott Smajor liked to think he was often in control of the situation. Not many people liked that about him but if he died it was by his decision.

He didn't feel very in control at the moment, back in the Last Life with Grian and Scar being completely different from what he remembered them being... And he didn't like it one bit.

Scott: Ok ok, stop it!

Grian: What do you mean? We aren't doing anything wrong!

Scott: It isn't right! You are supposed to be in a team with Jimmy and Martyn and you Scar should be alone on a mountain!

Scar: ...

Grian: ...

Scott: ... Sorry that was-

Grian: You remember too?

Scar: New looper! New looper!

Scott: ...uh?

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NSFW Alphabet | O.de/Oh Seungmin

O.de/Oh Seungmin | WC: 1.7k Genre: smut Summary: nsfw alphabet game thing Warnings: this is just. PURE filth. I'm sorry. (No im not). NOT proofread, just straight up rambles. uhhh like lots of kink stuff but nothing graphic, lemme know if theres anything specific that i need to add pls! A/N: X is excluded bc i will Not be writing about him in that kind of detail <3 screaming crying im SO normal right now :)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

HELLO literally the sweetest angel in the entire world, are we kidding? He’s absolutely the type to come so hard that he needs a minute to remember where he even is, but once he does, he’s all over you, holding you tightly. His mind would still be hazy - somewhere between needy and fucked out, so he’d lick sweat off of you before kissing your temples and pull your hair a little just to bring you closer to him as he kisses you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Do I even need to say it? Collarbones, arms, chest, RIBCAGEEEE!!! GOD tracing his tattoo with your tongue would drive him NUTS, I already know.

On his partner though… he seems like the type to like the sensitive spots that would make you arch your back whenever he’d kiss or bite at them… your pulse point on your neck, your inner thighs, a spot on your hip…

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to see his cum on you, it doesn’t matter where. On your chest, on your stomach, on your ass, on your back, on your face!! Literally, does not matter. It’s not that he’s against coming inside you, but the sight of you panting and waiting for him to make a mess of you drives him insane.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I’ve said this phrase before but… is it really a secret if it’s kind of blatantly obvious? You can’t tell me he doesn’t love taking tasteful nudes. Setting up his phone or even a camera and just posing, showing off his body and how perfect his cock looks when it’s hard…

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Man… he knows how to fuck. Did y’all see that clip where he was gripping the keyboard? Don’t even play with me, he knows how to fuck, and he is so good at it. I’d even go so far as to say he knows how to make you squirt…

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Ooh… if I say standing? Pushed up against a wall? That way he could have the most control, fucking himself up into you, yanking on your hair, telling you how he wants to hear you moan - hear how good he’s making you feel and also slap your ass whenever he felt like it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be… he isn’t usually, like, he’s more serious, but he can have fun. The fun would come more in the foreplay aspect, by asking you to model short skirts or lingerie, or asking you to bend over to get something, but once he gets going… he’s a different person.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

You all know the drill… short, sweet, simple. Trimmed and neat if not fully shaved. King of self-care and maintenance.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

There’s always a bit of romance in it, even in the moments where he’d have two fingers quickly moving inside you, coaxing you into an overstimulated orgasm. He’d praise you while degrading you, yknow? Calling you a beautiful slut, a dumb, needy, pretty little thing… AND he’d so be the type to five you small spanks or slaps (if you were okay with it) and tell you that you take it so well, the basis of it all being the fact that you trust him enough to know he’d never hurt you…

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

There’s no way he doesn’t love jacking off in a mirror… coming on the mirror and just watching it drip for a sec while he catches his breath… yeah. Admiring his own neediness and how flushed he looks right after coming… yeah. Yeah. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Light impact play and brat taming!! I say light because I can’t imagine him enjoying leaving marks on you from that other than on your ass, and even then, it’s just from his hand - he wouldn’t venture into paddles or crops or anything. Brat taming though… he knows all too well that you enjoy biting back and testing him, especially because he knows he could grab a fist full of your head and shut you up, literally and figuratively, reminding you of your place.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Favorite place? Home. Places he enjoys on occasion? In public. Again, not in the “let me ride your cock in the park” way (everyone be normal, come on), but pulling you into bathrooms at parties and clubs on the rare occasion you both go, somewhere public enough where you could get caught but probably not.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Is it lame and cheesy to say that the very idea of it is what gets him going? Just knowing that he gets to watch his cock disappear inside you, feel how wet and tight you are around him… being with you like that is enough to get him hard. Touching you and teasing you would have him so needy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

It’s not crazy out there, but I think he would be so adamant about not sharing you. The very idea of including another person just kind of pisses him off more than turns him on. You’re his. Why would he let anyone else taste you? Touch you?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a munch too, I don’t care what anyone says. I would even go so far to say that like, it’s not that he hates getting head. He’s a guy, he loves feeling your tongue on his cock, but more than anything like that, he loves being pussy drunk. Sucking on your clit teasingly and stopping whenever your whines would get loud, lapping at you like it was the last thing he’d ever have in his mouth… 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

We’ve all seen him hit those keys… when it comes to fingering? It’s hard and its rough and you Will feel it. Sex itself can vary, but I don’t think it would be slow for the sake of savoring it more than it would be for teasing. Especially in front of a mirror?? Yeah, he’d slowly fuck into you and make you watch how he stretches you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If you really wanted him to, he would, but he’ll never initiate one, and even then, he wouldn’t be the eagerest to give in either. It’s not that he wants to make it all rose petals and special every time you fuck, but he wants time to savor you, to feel you around him and lose himself without worrying about a time limit. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Now… I can really see him being the kinky type. Maybe not to a super extent, but he’d try things. Wax play, shibari, temperature play (!!), sensation play… anything that’s safe and easy to come back from, he’d try at least once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He is also someone I see who is one round and then done. It’s not for lack of wanting to keep going, but he just loses himself with you, and by the time he comes, he’s fucked out. Of course, if you wanted to keep going, he’d let you sit on his face and he’d eat you out until you were satisfied, but there’s no double come action from him. (Sad.)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think he would love toys, honestly. This is making me want to write a “Shopping for sex toys with him” thing… because I can just imagine him being so excited and entranced with all the options. How he’d laugh and ask if people really used things like Bad Dragon toys, how he’d be so eager to learn about just how many different types of toys there are…. Someone stop me.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Do I even need to answer this? I can’t stop thinking about him teasing in front of a mirror too… he should stop posting mirror pics for my health. The way he’d tell you to keep your eyes forward and run his fingers up and down your body, taking his hand away the second you shut your eyes and leaned into the pleasure.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not silent, but you really have to coax it out of him. He’d absolutely oblige once you asked, especially if you said it in a whiny, begging voice, but moaning is not on the top of the list of things to do for him.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

Oh my god okay listen I’m sorry I just got reminded of this on twt and it will probably mean nothing to anyone except me but JUST LISTEN!! There’s this clip right… Seungmin as Sephiroth… GOD HELP ME “Such a puppy” with the cocky attitude… the brat tamer in him… guys… these posts are usually more put together and less about my personal desires/fantasies but FUCK!!!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

If we look at it as how many times a week… I’d say a solid 3 days, at least. More on good weeks, a little less on weeks you weren’t feeling it, but he’s content just keeping his hands on you in any manner, sexual or not.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He’d be up for a while after. Not too long, of course, he’d be spent. But he wouldn’t fall asleep immediately after. He’d stay up until either you fell asleep or the both of you recovered enough to go on with the rest of the day. <3

[celestiababie]

svt reaction to accidentally overstimulating you until you squirt

love ur stuff btw!

A/N: I'm going to assume that you meant this for svt since I pretty much only write for them at this point. If not, please send another specifying who it was for and I'll redo it. I didn't really edit this, so I'm sorry if it's shit. ANYWAYS, I hope you enjoy it!!! Feedback is appreciated!

Seungcheol: He'd instantly want to make you squirt again, but you'd make sure you had a breather before how tries again. Lowkey becomes obsessed with pushing you to your limits.

"Fuck Y/n, you're making such a mess for me, baby."

Jeonghan: Honestly, it would surprise him more than he'd care to admit. He was just focused on finger fucking you and didn't think he was doing anything extraordinary, but similar to Seungcheol...he'd want to see if you could do it again. Might become a menace in the process.

"You can do it again, right, angel? C'mon, give it to me." Ugh I can see the smirk on his face already.

Joshua: He'd honestly take a moment to process what just happened but would be so sweet if you got embarrassed because of what happened. He'd ask if it was too much and offer to change the sheets for you while you take a bath. But don't be fooled by his sweet response because he'd definitely bring it up again in innuendos and tease you for it in the future.

Jun: He isn't quite sure how it happened, but he seems like the kind of guy that would be into it already? But he just wouldn't mention it to you or try anything in particular to get you to squirt. But now that he knows it's possible...he'd ask to see if he can make you do it again.

Soonyoung: Gets really giddy over what just happened. So much so that he doesn't fully realize how spent you are and once he calms down a bit, he'd be rushing to give you the best aftercare in the entire world. Would be cuddling you and then all of a sudden ask you questions about it.

"Did you feel good?"

"It felt good, right?"

"We can do it again if you want."

Wonwoo: This man already researched and has the knowledge stored away in his brain somewhere. But, he would never intentionally try, he was just so lost in the look on your face and how much you were moaning that he wouldn't realize he was subconsciously doing those things he read about. If you were confused or embarrassed, he'd give you a brief (unnecessary) explanation as to why that happened. He'd be really into it and want to see if all the other methods he read about worked just as well.

Jihoon: Will write a song about wanting to drown in your love with the most innuendos you've ever seen. I'm kidding, mostly. No but in all seriousness, it would trigger a cockiness in him that would be so fucking attractive. Ugh whenever he felt like getting an ego boost from now on he'd just roll up his sleeves and finger fuck you until you're screaming his name and drenching his fingers.

Dokyeom: I see him as someone who's normally sweet and very intimate during bed so he would be so entranced in the feeling that he wouldn't realize he was overstimulating you until he felt an unfamiliar pressure around his cock that would force him to pull out and thus causing you to squirt. Man would be silent, wide eyed in SHOCK, but still so turned on and desperate to cum for you that he'd ask if you wanted to keep going.

Mingyu: He's very eager to please and often gets lost in the undeniably incredible feeling of making his favorite person feel good so I'm not surprised he overstimulates you fairly often. But when he makes you squirt for the first time, it would trigger the curious experimentalist in him. After you fall asleep (after much needed aftercare) he would be on his phone all night to look up more ways to make you squirt and tell you all about his findings in the morning with the most excited look on his face.

Minghao: I think he's very in tune with his body as well as his lover's body so I find it surprising if he accidentally overstimulated you...he's too aware for that...but he would caress your body after making you squirt, trying to calm your body and bring you back down to earth with him. He'd give you all the time you needed to stop shaking from the aftershocks of pleasure, whispering loving and soothing words throughout the entire time. I feel like he'd really be into observing what his partner looks like when they cum and after they cum.

Seungkwan: Tries to be nonchalant and act like what just happened didn't boost his ego massively but you could see him literally grinning to himself as he cleaned the sheets. Will definitely want to make you do it again another time but is slightly nervous he just got very lucky and won't be able to move his fingers the same way.

Vernon: "Oh wow." That's it. Kidding (not really) This man would be so frozen just staring at the mess while you tried to calm down. You'd finally noticed him staring and if you started apologizing it would immediately break him out of whatever spell he was under and he'd reassure you that he found it hot...like really hot. Kind of a new fetish for him.

Chan: Becomes an annoying menace who thinks he's a sex god, but it's okay because he's really hot when he's confident and feeling himself. Would tease you for it in the future and probably bring it up when you're being intimate.

"Wait, should we lay down a towel? You made such a mess last time, babe."

A fairly reasonable question, but the smirk he'd have on his face would reveal his true intentions.

[nekococo-thecola]

Hiuui, could I request coil (phigting) x gn reader romantic hc please? Ok thankssss *runs back to the cave*

Also love your writing rawr

Also tysm for the people who gave me motivation & ideas from the asks lol

HECK YEAH BABYYY ❤️❤️❤️

(Sorry if I took too long answering them!! I'm quite busy at school, as I'm prepping for certain activities that needs materials, and training/practice, I appreciate you all for your patience, and time!! Tysm for my fans, and especially you, mispelt <33)

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COIL X GN! READER HEADCANONS!

Wassup, Phighting players/fans, how we feeling.

Warnings: None, <33

(No pics/fanarts, sadly.)

(PRE-DATING.):

• First of all, he'd probably fall in love at first sight, in the crowd where he's fighting, or while scrolling to social media. (Imma do while fighting, cus why not.)

• He'd win at a fight, as he glanced at the crowd with pride and full confidence, as he stood over his opponent with boldness. As he suddenly saw.. someone (you.), that immediately caught his eye. (Did his heart skip a beat? Maybe it did.. he wasn't sure.)

• He'd try to gain their attention first in the crowd, but due to the noise, it was no use. As the crowd slowly started to disperse, (Ah, yes! He could finally get to them!! That was too easy-)

• You weren't there. (Yikes.)

• He frantically looked and searched around for a simple glance of you, but in great sorrow, he couldn't find you at all. Asking for anyone, hell, even his BODYGUARDS!.. still nothing. (Definitely not stuttering like a fool while explaining details, the bodyguards were confused.)

• He sadly sat on a lone bench at the park, exhausted from the searching, as he scrolled through social media to put his mind away from that certain person, but.. he couldn't shake off the feeling of curiosity, and a bit of sadness losing sight of them.

• After a few seconds, he sighed, as he gently turned off his phone, and glanced around it boredom, and melancholy.. until. He saw.. them again? Buying ice cream. (Well, it certainly couldn't go wrong in a day.) he thought.

• But, his full confidence reappearing, he playfully smirked and approached you, standing proud and tall, as he stared down at you, and flirted with you, but showed disinterest.

• But, eventually, after he decided on another approach to just.. talk to you normally, it surprisingly gained his favor, as you chatted with him for a while! And eventually made him gain your number.

PROS (No cons):

• He'd definitely save you in phights very often, even if you didn't need saving.

• Would try flirting with you, (def not trying his luck to woo you-)

• If he heard someone badmouthing you? He will gladly kick their ass to teach them a listen. But if they actually hurted you? Oh, it's over for them.. (No, like, actually.) (Person found with 12 burn marks, 5 broken ribs, ruptured lungs, brain damage, broken legs, 1 broken arm-)

• But if you were oblivious to the clues, he'd definitely try harder and not give up. (From him trying to make you notice him that he actually likes you, more than platonically, romantically.)

• That's all I could've thought of, lol TvT..

DATING:

• He'd give you countless gifts, bouquets, and mention you (a lot of times on his phights, honestly.) in his phights admiringly, and scream out your name. Adoringly pecks your cheek while waking up in the morning, or while you're asleep.

• Romantically sets up his dates somewhere else quiet, to make it more romantic. (Def NOT where you both met, you both are not gonna phight each other.. 💀) Though, he may not seem like it, he pays a lot of attention to your likes and dislikes, very attentively. So, don't be surprised if your favorite tv shows, food, and plushies suddenly show up at the start of your date. He watched a bunch of K-dramas for romance lessons, and for corny pick-up lines. And rarely tried to recreate a scene from them.

• Would definitely just 100% beat the living crap ot of someone if they hurt you, or threaten you in anyway. If it's directed at him? That's fine, but at you?.. He's already tracking down their location and already planning a way to make them pay their own grave, while beaten up.

• Oh, he's 100% a jealous type. He doesn't like people trying to woo you, when he did that first! (Yeah, a difficult process in his book.). Plus, it makes him feel a little insecure, (please reassure him when you both get back home. He'd definitely need it. 💔)

• Does NOT know how to play instruments, maybe a little drums, but not THAT experienced. But, if you do? He'd definitely clap for you repeatedly with a stupid grin in his face, and encourage you to participate in musical competitions, or just invite you to his phight while you play an instrument. (He loves you bro, he truly does. ❤️)

• Mentions you a lot in social media. Like, "My girlfriend/fiancee/boyfriend is so hot.", "Why are they so cute!?!? (Posts pictures of them and him together.)", etc.

• Can cook decent food, but probably not a fancy one. He can take out if you ask, and offer himself to pay, (Will refuse if you try to pay.). But if you can? He'd definitely kiss you on the cheek as a reward, if you serve him a tray of breakfast, while he's in bed, or just pepper your face with kisses.

• Not the clingy type in public, since his pride is precious to him, and his dignity as well, after all. But whenever you hug him in public, or randomly kiss him, (on the lips, cheeks.).. He'd look at you with the most red-faced, and confusion. But definitely not complaining though.

(ANYWAYS, THAT'S ALL!!! MIGHT DO THE OTHER REQUESTS LATER THO!! TvT!!)

[luvzxr]

Little Pougie

Chapter 9

Erm so longer than I thought when I made my last update regarding Little Pougie lol. I am so very sorry about that. Life happened and I just didn't have much time to write and also update at the same time. Anyways I will try to be consistent again with posting this story and soon I will be posting another one to wattpad again so yay! Anyways I'll stop yappin.

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Summery; in which fem!reader is the little sister of John B Routledge. Sweet, gentle and innocent. The complete opposite of JJ Maybank but e finds himself falling for her and he can’t stop himself from doing so.

Pairings; Fem!reader x JJ Maybank

Word Count; 2,907

Warnings; Throughout this series there are talks of abuse, drug and alcohol use, trauma, talks of self doubt and wanting to be unalived. Possible smut in the future as well so read at your own risk!

09. Screw Up

JJ woke up the next morning in a bed that wasn't his and a throbbing headache that only he could blame himself for.

Of course, he had experienced this before. This wasn't the first time he considered himself immobile due to the raging hangover he was currently enduring. But JJ wasn't focused on that; he was more focused on the main question repeating itself in the back of his mind— how the hell did he get into the little girl's room and why had no one dragged him out of it yet.

He wasn't complaining, just to make that very clear. The man hadn't slept on a proper mattress in months and to be given the opportunity to was more than generous. He knew to give proper thanks to Y/n the next time he'd see her.

But he was trying to recall the events that took place the night before because frankly, something was screaming inside that he'd gone a little too far and he needed to get to the bottom of what exactly he'd done.

"Oh good. You're awake man," John B said. His body was in a stance that seemed he was only passing by.

JJ shook his head, lifting it soon after to give his full attention to his friend who stood outside the door frame. "Yeah.." he trailed off, "What time is it?"

"Uh-" John B paused, leaning back to glance at the clock hanging outside the room, "Almost noon."

JJ gave a subtly nod, sitting up slowly and tossing his legs over the side of the bed. Groans of pain fell from his lips as he leant his elbows on his knees, head in his palms.

The night previously was still quite nothing but a blur to JJ. His mind was blank even though he was desperately trying to dig into the deepest pits of his memories and drag out the selected ones he currently needed.

John B however, was actually quite amused. It was an often repeated cycle he got to witness from the young blonde-- get drunk or high, say or do some fucked up shit, and then have hardly the memory of it the next morning. Normal.

"So, how was my sister?"

I'm sorry, what?

JJ's head snapped up immediately, "What?"

"My sister. Her bed. She stayed in here with you last night," John B walked from the doorframe but kept his voice audible enough for JJ to hear him clearly the farther he got from proximity.

Though, he didn't have to after that last statement because JJ was right on his tail— If he was gonna find out what happened last night, his best bet currently was John B's memory of it.

JJ also couldn't shake the feeling that John B was pulling some kind of sick prank on him because there was no way in hell that if anything did happen between him and Y/n last night he wouldn't still be here to relive the aftermath. The boy would be six feet under in a grave somewhere or at the bottom of the deepest ocean with a chain wrapped around his torso.

"Don't worry, you didn't fuck her,"

Thank God.

"Cause I would have killed you," John B's transition from monotoned to stern was almost immediate. The man meant business when it came to his little sister.

"Right," JJ's nerves had a chance to relax a bit because at least he hadn't had a mindless hook up with his best friend's little sister so whatever he'd done, at least it wasn't as bad as that.

JJ was having a hard time fully relaxing though because a part of him still felt uneasy. Y/n had left before he even woke up— Sure, the girl could have had some classes to attend to but JJ was a light sleeper and he would have felt her leave or she would have at least said something to him before she left. But she hadn't.

Maybe he was putting too much thought into and it was just the weird side effects of the alcohol wearing off from last night. Maybe Y/n was just running late and she didn't have the time to tell him or maybe he just wasn't conscientious enough for her to wait around for him.

He was actually trying to find excuses on why she hadn't told him she was leaving but rather why she'd have to tell him at all.

The girl had a completely separate life from his own so why was he so focused on hers? More importantly; Why was he so bent on her not waking him and explaining where she was off to because Y/n wasn't the type to leave a man hanging in the morning, and not in that sense.

Y/n would always wake JJ if she was off somewhere, at least if he was staying over which in the past recent months it's been more like living there. He knew where she was going or what she was doing just as much as John B would so why didn't she tell him?

Why do you care?

"Yo! Jay?"

"Huh?"

"You're in your own head, man," John B stated, tapping on the side of his own head. The boy was in general trying to be snarky, which JJ caught on pretty quickly.

JJ had to refrain himself from rolling his eye and completely ignored the fact that the question blurting out of his mouth sounded weirdly concerning when it came to John B having to listen to it.

"Where'd Y/n go?"

"What?"

"She was sleeping in the bed with me and never woke up to tell-"

JJ stopped while he was ahead because the statement he was about to finish left a weird type of feeling in the pit of his stomach. It felt like millions of tiny butterflies swarming the inside of his stomach.

Why the hell would I be getting butterflies over Y/n?

The thoughts started to become deafening to JJ, ultimately making him more and more agitated. Sure, he care a lot for the younger girl and he'd risk anything for her but wouldn't anyone who saw the girl as a little sister feel that way?

JJ couldn't do that. He couldn't risk seeing the girl any more than family or some sort of best friend because if he had he couldn't bare the look of himself if he ever hurt her the way he was known for hurting others— But maybe he already had.

He needed to find out.

"Just.. where is she, dude? I kinda need to talk to her," JJ uttered. throwing a newly, somewhat washed, t-shirt over his head along with a few of his personal belongings.

"She's at work man," John B continued, "What do you need to talk to her about?"

"How I screwed up,"

"The hell do you mean screwed up?"

"How I slept in her bed and how uncomfortable that must have been for her John B," JJ barked, a pinched expression exposed. He loved the guy but there were moments, just like this, where he wished his best friend would just shut the fuck up and let him do his thing.

JJ of course wanted to apologize for the moment they had last night as well but he felt that only needed to be between him and Sophie herself so he kept that part under wraps. For now, anyway.

John B understood JJ more than anyone else could so he knew how this was eating away at him deep inside. The poor guy would strip himself of his own humanity if it meant he didn't have to hurt or make the people he loved uncomfortable.

What John B couldn't express to JJ was the fact that Y/n was uncomfortable with what happened last night but she never told him why and he didn't have the heart to tell his best friend that his little sister only comforted JJ because she cared about him. He just couldn't push himself to hurt him like that.

Instead, he chose to let his best friend find his way out of the house in a hurry without another word. He'd figure it out sooner or later of how Y/n really felt.

Y / N

I couldn't get the previous events of last night out of my head— They flooded my entire brain and it was starting to aggravate me.

I had witnessed him fall apart so few times because he was just too good at hiding his feelings. However, when he managed to let them slip, it was so hard to ignore it. 

Watching how he tore himself open and then fall apart just left an uneasy feeling at the pit of my stomach, not to mention it worried me for him more and that part also seemed to be confusing for myself. 

I'd known how I viewed JJ almost my entire life. He was like another sibling of mine, he protected me and was there for me like John B always been but it started to feel like that titled shifted without even knowing properly that it had. It started to scared me a little bit if I was being real honest with myself.

"Y/n!" A far too familiar girl with illuminating honey pools for eyes emerged from behind the bar, waving a hand at me and suddenly my stomach began to churn. I forced a smile and a small gesture of my own hand while walking towards her.

She wore her normal attire; a maroon cropped tank, a pair of black jean shorts, and her hair was thrown up in a perfectly placed messy bun. The girl had quite the confidence which I truly admired her for-- She was a badass.

"Hey Kie," I said, placing my small bag on the floor behind the bar, "What's up?'

"Why'd you have to leave last night?"

At that moment I swear I was like a deer caught in headlights because even though I hadn't told her anything I felt deep in my gut that she knew something was up.

How was I supposed to tell her that I had to leave because the guy she was in love with needed me to come back and for the entire night I held him while he cried to me. That should of been Kiara there, not me but that wasn't quite how things played out, was it?

How the feelings of certainty for JJ seemed to be just a bit different now. 

I had to lie to her.

"Oh.. the boys got a little too drunk last night and John B tripped and cut himself on some glass," I responded, wiping down the wood texture of the tabletop, "He needed me to check him out and bandage him up. You know how they hate having to go to the hospital,"

To my surprise; the lie worked which relieved some stress for the time being.

"What?!" she shrieked. She was both mortified and worried. Taking into full account how all the nights she witnessed the boys get absolutely trashed and how that never ended well.

"He's okay, he's resting up,"

"Oh thank god," she continues, "What about JJ?"

JJ. He sure keeps coming up, doesn't he?

"Oh, yeah. He's fine. He was asleep when I got there," I could feel my gut churning at every lie that slipped through my lips. It was killing me-- lying like this to Kie. I didn't want to hurt her. The girl was over the moon for him and I felt selfish because a part of me wanted JJ, I didn't know why or what for but It was there.

She's known the boy for so long and for a period of time, it seemed like the girl was truly his safe haven. Until she wasn't.

I never spent as much time with JJ in the past as I had recently.

I didn't know that when he was worried or anxious that he'd hold his chest. I didn't know who he was when no one else was around except him and another. I didn't know that when I was around he tried to be more responsible. I didn't know that when he slept he made the sweetest snores or how he talked so softly in his sleep.

I didn't know a lot of things before about JJ. But now I do and I could feel something was changing inside of me on how I viewed him. It terrified me but also gave me a sense of something that raised excitement.

Which is why it was so selfish of me to feel this way.

Every thought was nothing more than a mixed bag of emotions craving to know the right answer. But that's the thing about life; There is never really the right answer, is there?

"Y/n/n?"

"Huh?"

"You seem a bit tired. Why don't you go on home?" Kie spoke. Watching and helping customers with their usual afternoon activities in The Wreck.

I didn't want to go home though, not yet. Not when I had every thought crowded with nothing but JJ and not even of other things that I should have been worrying about. Work was the only distraction I had left.

"No, I'm okay. Besides, you'd be the only one working and you could use the extra hand,"

"Okay, but if you need the day off just head home," she said, placing dirty plates and cups on a plastic tray before pointing at me with a stern look. She then made her way into the back room to what I assumed was to drop off the dishes.

And for a moment, I had a second to breathe.

Although, it most certainly didn't feel like breathing at all-- In fact, it felt like I was just released from someone's personal choke hold on me along with avoiding a horrendous heart failure situation.

You just need to get through today.

But no matter how much I tried to remind myself of that I continued to trail back to what I would have to deal with at home.

I left JJ without a single goodbye or shaking him awake to let him know I was off to work. Something I had always done but refused to do today. The boy would either be on a manhunt for me right now or he'd be sitting and waiting for my return at home. Either way, I was screwed and would have to talk to him.

I didn't plan to avoid him forever, just until these strange feelings I had was something I could actually put a label on instead of storing it away in the non-label file deep inside my head.

I couldn't stand that— how people chose to ignore the fact they needed to know what a certain feeling meant. Instead, they choose to brush it off and continue throughout playing mindless games with another. It was repetitive and I couldn't do that.

The remaining time of my day consisted of serving and bussing tables until nine p.m.— it wasn't a job I'd choose to do but rather I enjoyed the pay so the money weighed out the cons. Not to mention I truly loved the days I scheduled with Kiara because having a friend always made work and time go by so much faster.

However, I was kind of in hopes that JJ wasn't going to be the one picking me up. I'd take literally anyone else other than him so it felt like an endless cycle of utter anxiety waiting on my ride.

"Jay has been acting weird lately," Kie's words pierced straight through my thoughts entirely.

"How do you mean?"

I knew exactly what she was talking about. I knew he had been dodging her calls and ducking her texts of trying to get ahold of him and have a decent conversation again with him. The guy had no idea how to tell her his true feelings without hurting her in the process so he chose to do the semi-hurtful thing and just ghost her for the time being.

I couldn't imagine how confused she must of felt and how hurt she truly was.

"He won't talk to me. He won't even pick up the phone and answer me for a split second," her voice sounded pained, like she was on the verge of tears just bringing it up, "we haven't even had a full conversation of what happened between us,"

"Maybe he just needs some space," I placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, trying to find any way possible to comfort her.

She nodded, her doed-eyes connecting with my own. I felt for her, I knew the familiar pain she must of felt and I couldn't stand watching her do this to herself without her knowing the truth.

I sighed, "Maybe he just,"

"Y/n," I heard being called out and at that moment I felt my own heart sink to the very pits of my own stomach.

It was JJ. He was standing in the doorframe of the restaurant, twirling the worn down twinkie key around his index finger with ease.

Of course he was my ride home.

Even though I already knew the answer to the stupid question I was about to ask, I still asked anyway because my mouth opened before I thought otherwise.

"What are you doing here?"

"Picking you up," JJ responded, nodding his head slightly. His own eyes wouldn't even land on Kiara for a second but instead stayed glued to me. "John B couldn't so I'm here."

The one time I truly needed John B to come to my rescue rather than JJ was the one time he didn't show up.

This was about to be one hell of a ride home with JJ Maybank.

[itsallmouthwashing]

Tulpar Band AU- Character descriptions/some lore PART 2

Uh okay fellas- I had to use piccrew since I'm bad at art (good thing @living-stain is keeping me fed WOOF) and I'll include some more facts about them! This is part 2 of the Tulpar Band AU character descriptions! (Part 1)

(MAYBE I NEED TO CLARIFY MAYBE NOT BUT THE ART IS DONE MY @living-stain!!!!!!! Please show him some love!!)

JIMMY ZARE- Scream Vocals and Guitar

Learned guitar pretty early in life. His parents would often drop him at the local YMCA and he took an instant interest to making music. One of the instructors there also taught him how to write songs and write music!

That instructor also listened to a lot of metal music! Little Jimmy was fascinated with it and demanded the instructor teach him how to do the monster voice thing. (Instructor learned how, just for him) (Jimmy ate up every bit and even made notes in his journal!)

Has perfect pitch! It drives him crazy sometimes when he hears a sound- any sound- and can immediately know what note it is. Although, sometimes the crew will 'test' him. They'll make random noises and ask to identify it

Music was a great outlet for him, so all of his songwriting is very personal to him and exposing himself was something he had to come to terms with if he wanted to start a band and use his songs

he starts a journal of songs and notes about making music and carries it with him almost everywhere. It's where all of his lyrics are stored, where all of his feelings are stored. They have no place in his heart, so they must be put somewhere else

Started smoking cigarettes at age 9 when he snuck one out of his parent's stash. They caught him, but just gave him his own pack and lighter in response (shitty Jimmy parents that I created, when I get you- Jimmy's parents when I get you-)

Becomes a dealer at the high school but low-key only sells to people he trusts (aka people he knows for sure are stoners and don't want to ruin the one plug that will sell to them)

Curly gets him to stop when they form Tulpar, but Jimmy still gets supplies for the two of them (he doesn't know WHERE Daisuke heard about him still selling, but it leads to Tulpar's full formation so whatever)

Smashed some motherfucker's guitar on their first day of high school. Yes, Jimmy was bragging about having perfect pitch, but he didn't expect so many goddamn kids to want him to tune their guitars for class. So when this kid with too blond hair and a grating fucking accent, he finally had enough, and all the annoyance and impatience came out in a violent swing to the ground with that kid's guitar in hand

GRANT CURLY- Main Vocals and Guitar

Picked up guitar the summer before he moved to America. His freshman year of high school is when he was able to commit the most of his time to practice and learned how to play through school

First day of school had his guitar smashed. He brought his own from home not knowing there would be instruments provided, and the kid who smashed it had to pay Curly and his family himself to replace it (Curly parents could replace it no problem, it wasn't a financial thing. And Curly feels bad about this fact for 0.2 seconds before he's searching for new guitars on the internet)

Always had a knack for singing. His dad was actually in a band when Curly was growing up, and while his dad played drums he loved to sit in on practice and sing along.

Karaoke? What was that blond blur just now? That was Curly getting first in line

Develops an alt style thanks to Jimmy, molds it to a more 'classy' look by wearing button-downs and suit pieces (someone said he looked great in a button-down and he decided it was the only thing he would wear ever)

Jimmy got him hooked on cigarettes during their freshman year of high school. He literally cannot got thirty minuets without a cigarette. He's insecure about the smell that lingers on him, so he also carries a bottle of cologne with him almost everywhere

DAISUKE JUAREZ - Drums and Synth/Keyboard

Had an interest in piano when he was younger and kept up with it as he learned drums at 12

Between piano lessons and school, he played baseball at his after-school care program. He really enjoyed it, playing baseball through middle and high school and eventually getting a scholarship based on his skill! he has to juggle Tulpar and his college baseball career, so sometimes they need to schedule around Daisuke

His parents are stupid rich and have lots of connections in production. Both parents work in Hollywood (as what? Beats me him!)

Daisuke is sent to a new high school when he turns 18 (which is junior year. his parents let him finish the year but send him to a state of his choosing to finish high school and experience life on his own) (yes they spy on him through Swansea)

Clicks with Anya instantly when he find out they both just moved to the state the same year. Quickly finds out she's a little bit of a goody-two-shoes (he changes his)

ANYA MUSUME

Picked up bass when she was 13 when she started listening to music. Honestly, she felt bass was a super underrated instrument (and that it was harder to pick up than other instruments). Her dad bought her first bass!

It's been Anya and her father for as long as she could remember. Her mom stayed behind in their home country (I'll figure it out) as they all planned to move to America, but she never made it to them. She suddenly became ill and passed away. This all happened when Anya was very young, so she has little memory of it. But her father does break down when she names her bass after her mom :)

Her and her father moved to a different state during her senior year of high school for reasons unknown to her. Sometimes she overheard hushed phone calls in the kitchen, or notices his shifting eyes in public spaces.

She meets Daisuke in a business studies class and the two take on the first few weeks of school together! It's not until Daisuke tells her that there's someone on campus that sells the good shit and they agree to meet at the dealer's spot that they meet Jimmy and Curly!

Curly and Daisuke have Gym at the same time, so that interaction was nice ("Word?" "Word." "I didn't know you were chill like that.")

The four of them hang out plenty after that!

SWANSEA (LASTNAME?)- Manager (I COULDNT FIND A GOOD PICCREW IM SORRY :(

Part of Pony Express Record's staff of managers. They refuse to hire more, so usually managers are looking after two or more bands at a time. This is also true for Swansea!

Daisuke's parents call in a favor he's owed them for some time, and of course it's for their precious baby boy. And of course he can't say no

He oversee's Tulpar's progress as a unit, coaches them individually on what industry standards are for musicians and then as a group for synergy, blending, and other factors that could risk their signing.

No matter how many times Swansea tells Jimmy his shit wont fly at P.E Records, Jimmy writes what he wants anyways. And the band rallies behind him. And somehow it fucking works

On top of being Tulpar's manager, he also kinda becomes Daisuke's babysitter (on his parents wishes. "Well, you're going to be over there anyways! I don't see the big deal in reporting back to us about what he's- how he's doing :)")

[octaehviaaa]

im so obsessed with the hills by the weeknd (the ending of it), and this song give me dark vibe and make me feel things. do you take request? can u write a oneshot (or series) taehyung or jungkook x reader with this kind of dark romance vibes 🙏🏻🙏🏻. (if u okay with it ofc not forcing tho)

🫡im screaming lol🫠thank you sm for my first evaaa request , I absolutely love this 🥹noww my the hills days are somewhere far behind me , I had to listen to it again to refresh my memory of the themes and damnnn 🫢yk what , let me cook 👁️👁️.

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skin deep

toxic!taehyung x toxic!reader

tae bc I can't do this with jk today.

genre: dark romance

Summary: your husband is obsessed with you , his little doll , to spoil of all the little big things that money can buy , anything and everything but ever spending time with you , next to his job you come 5th and , even then you never imagined yourself cheating , you are spoilt rotten , and just what Taehyung needs .

warnings : cheating themes , reader and tae are toxic but he's a tad bit unhinged ,adult themes , possessiveness and obsession.

I deadass hate cheating, I'm still gonna experiment though.

mdni.

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you don't need much from him , not another Birkin bag , not the most exclusive pair of shoes and absolutely not the exclusivity of what the two of you share

he simply doesn't have the time for you , neither does he , how could two people be so similar yet so different?.

junho, your husband lives for you , breathes for you ,you get all you could ever want being an heiress who never missed anything from parental care to far from basic necessities, your parent's adored you and it was only natural that you married the son of an equally influential name ,it was good for business plus the man worshiped the ground you walked on , he loves you and there within lies the safety net , the refugee for your feelings

your emotions that HE does not indulge , you save those for Junho.

Taehyung likes you on his lap,sitting pretty with his arm secure around your waist while he jolts his hips up with an innate force pounding into your soaping cunt, Taehyung loves you , the faces you make when you're fucked out like this , the way you go putty in his hands and let him get high off you , when you're so close like this and he ditched his fix for the full experience the moment it randomly hit him that you were something a bit addicting , he just wanted to confirm that his senses were not entirely tainted with all the drugs that infiltrated his regular routines , it wasn't the drugs and Taehyung craves you more , it only makes him love you more

but love to Taehyung holds an entirely different meaning , you have love all around you , you breathe and exhale love , it's not what Taehyung translates to you when he holds your chin in a tight grip and tears your expensive dresses off you

it's something deeper , something intense , animalistic , something a married woman should definitely not be getting up to and not even guilt and can save you from this , you feel a twinge of guilt until he's there in front of you , all over you and he fucks you in ways you never knew you needed

Taehyung loves you , what you have is by far the best relationship he has ever had , Taehyung is obsessed with you but never in the way that Junho is and that is why this dynamic works so well , there is simply no room feelings and that makes everything perfect , for you , for him .

you don't pester him about anything at all , you are just like him , different motivations that lead towards the same goal post , you are the way you are because you are married satisfied with everything you have , Taehyung was your concious mistake , you knew he was your mistake and you never knew that your heart could so easily be separated from your motives until you came across him .Kim Taehyung , business associate of your husband , you had known him for nearly 5 years , occupied the same expensive venues an uncountable number of times , he knew you as his wife , he watched him flaunt you on his good arm , witnessed the love your huband held for you , loud and proud even when with the little time he had on his schedule, Taehyung saw it all and despised it , he has never in a day of his life wished for that ,he is screwed and selfish that's why it was so easy for him to desire you ,to fuck you and return you back to him for what he won't let anyone try out of him , not even perfect little you

his views of love are skewed but he knows he loves you when his mind tracks back to how this whole ordeal began , a dreadful mistake on your part and an eye cleanse on his, it was 5pm and your husband had invited the man to dinner, no warning, no heads up, nothing

it had been a minute since you last received any action and you had just happened to come across the cutest- no, sexiest lace lingerie during your shopping trip

you texted your husband that you had prepared the most delicious dinner before tossing your phone to the side and spending hours on preparing to get your back blown out , that is why you didn't get to think much of it when the door bell rang on cue just as you placed the make up brush down and you gave it one last look in the mirror before swaying your way to the door

it was pure horror

if you located your phone you would surely find the apology send by your husband telling you that he was going to be a bit late

serve some of your delicious dinner for Mr Kim and pass my apologies, love you.

oh if only he had known, how Taehyung simply accepted fate , the way his eyes darkened, the way your face drained of color , the way Taehyung's eyes wouldn't dare to depart from your body , the way they burn holes into every exposed curve, you were damn near naked marinating in embarrassment,

you hesitated not sure whether to let him in with how wide you had opened the door

was this how you greeted guests

"M-mr Kim?..."

after a quick debate and your mind buffering you let him in , it would have been rude if you left him out there, right?

you consoled yourself with the idea that Mr Kim has seen all this and beyond better before , you too have eyes and you'd be lying if you said you had not looked at him and found yourself awestruck , you have thought of him in the most innocent of lights never has your body heated up like this

you leave him to sitting, everything of him is respectful, you'd swear you had just not flashed the man if it was not for the eyes you feel on your back when you make a trail up to your bedroom

you were still so eager of your efforts that's why you settled for a fluffy robe instead of changing into respectable clothes like a wife should

something changed that night between you two, something you would go on to avoid even when your panties further stuck to your folds , your husband was who you needed

your husband who barely made dinner while his guest's eyes untied the robe off your body , it shouldn't work like that but you felt sexy , frustrated and so much desired from the visitor who sat across you, the temptations hanging in the air unaddressed, the handsome man with intense eyes had seen you, the stretch marks decorative of your ass and all that entranced his mind was the bubbling effect of each cheek as you walked away from him, he fought, tried to keep his gaze off you to make you comfortable irregardless of the damage already inflicted

Half past five.

the rest of Taehyung's night carried on , leading him to a familiar door step with self destructive company , alcohol and drug induced highs pacing the fine image of you at the back of his mind.

To be continued...

i hope this is decent 😁 😁 😁 LMK if you would like it in a different setting , I took the route of cheating bc the hills is dead ass about cheating 😔 🤚 thank you so much for requesting, I appreciate requests, they are always open, I feel like there is do much I want to do with these characters already 🫶