#This is based on an inside joke. Please do as you wish.

[ohandcounting]

If you're a non-aro/ace virgin just do some introspection and be honest with yourself.

[csainzoperator]

college bf! f1 drivers pt 1 ☆

summary: college bf! f1 drivers text messages with small written snippets based on the texts :)

warnings: fem pronouns, kys jokes, cursing, mentions of kissing, kissing, slightly suggestive, nicknames (baby, babe, love), typos (?)

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charles leclerc

you grab a can of grape soda and search for a place to sit. you find a corner near the window, the fresh spring breeze rustling your hair. you sit down and wait patiently for charles. a few minutes later he's walking inside the canteen, towards you. he's smiling big and as soon as he reaches you, he grabs your face, placing chaste kisses on your cheek and lips.

"hey, baby" he greets you. you smile and reply "hi"

he takes a seat beside you and raises his eyebrows, like he's waiting for you to do something. you raise your eyebrows in return. he grumbles out a few words which you cannot decipher. you nudge him softly as you ask him to repeat. "i didn't get my kiss!" he says, rolling his eyes playfully.

"oh you big baby" you say as you grab his face a drop a few kisses on his cheek. your lipstick staining his cheek. you caress his cheek to wipe it away. "happy?" you question him. he nods, "very. afterall, i ditched my class to be here with you."

your smile fades a bit, feeling a little guilty as you had called him so abruptly. you shove him playfully, making him stand up "go back, the class would've just started. you can still make it"

he frowns. he shakes his head, "its not an important class, he's just doing some revision."

"revision is important! i just needed to see my boyfriend for a little boost. i'm good now. go!"

he reluctantly lets go. he places a kiss on your forehead and promises to come visit your dorm later in the evening. you smile up at him and reach for your soda, only to see it in charles' hand. he gives you a wink as he leaves, taking a sip from the can.

carlos sainz

the game had just ended, and you were so incredibly proud of your boyfriend. he had scored a goal for the team. the winning goal. you smiled in excitement, waiting for the team to let go of your boyfriend so you can congratulate him. he spots you standing nearby and excuses himself from his team mates. he walks over to you, picking you up as he reaches you.

you yelp in surprise and hold onto him tight. wrapping your arms around his neck, laughing. "congrats, baby. that was amazing!" he smiles brightly, kissing your cheek. "thank you, mia cara" he says. he puts you down gently and wraps his arms around you.

"you came" he says, kissing the side of your forehead.

"i wouldn't be anywhere else"

after a few seconds, you swat him away. "look at all that sweat. ugh get away from me" you complain, rolling your eyes playfully

he picks you up again, walking towards his car. "put me down, you sick fuck" you wrap your arms around him as he fastens his pace, making you laugh. "now i'm all sweat"

"gives us another reason to shower together" he says, a slight smirk making its way onto his face.

lewis hamilton

you pick your phone up as soon as you're done showering and putting on some comfortable clothes. you click on the face time button and set your phone up on the bed, pillows as the support. you wait for lewis to pick, which doesn't take long as he picks up in a couple of rings.

you smile at him "what's up, princess?" the words slip past you automatically, like you've said this to him a thousand times. which you have.

he grunts in mock annoyance. "come save me, i'm stuck here" he says, his face showing how he hated being in that party. you could hear loud snarky music in the background.

"i wish i could, i left my car for service" you smile at him apologetically. he groans and starts walking towards a balcony of some sort, or an open space. it was much more peaceful. you could hear him more clearly now.

"will you please stay with me on ft for a while? until my room mate decides to leave. which will be soon because he's drunk out of his mind." he says, sitting down on a stool. the night breeze making him shiver.

you spoke for a few minutes until his friend decided to leave. lewis said he'd be near your dorm after dropping his mate in the room. he said he desperately needed your hug.

george russell

you shared your live location with george. you were currently walking towards your dorm. you felt his strong cologne engulf you before his arms did. you smile as you walk with george, his arm draped around your waist. "well, hello there" you amuse.

"don't you ever scare me like that. do you know how much i died on the inside?" he questions you, giving your waist a squeeze. you kiss his cheek, hoping to calm his nerves. "i told you, baby! i fell asleep in the library. ms sanders woke me up. i was exhausted after that 12 page essay"

"its okay, i know. you need to rest, love. did you eat yet?" he questions, as you both enter your dorm.

you shake your head, "i had breakfast, slept through lunch"

he looks at you like you've grown two heads. he grabs your hand and starts walking towards the exit. you let out a chuckle "now where are we headed to, girl?"

he looks at you, giving you a mock glare. "girl? what happened to bf, love, baby, cutie?"

he tells you to wait near the exit. a few minutes later, he's there with his bike. he motions for you to hop on. you smile as you get on, getting comfortable behind him. "we are getting some food into that stomach of yours" he says, handing you your helmet.

you wrap your arms around his torso. you knew. you knew, even if he had the most important thing to do, he would drop it to look after you. not because you were his girlfriend. but because you were his priority. because you were important. and he was deeply, madly, desperately, messily in love with you.

max verstappen

you were in your university park, sitting under a tree. the guy you were supposed to be doing your political science project was doing anything but the project. you were not a patient person, and it was getting harder as the guy even kept touching your shoulder now and then.

to your rescue, your boyfriend was right there. he walked towards the both of you. he took his seat next to you, giving the guy a timid 'pls fuck of soon' smile. he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. he sat there as you guys actually started to discuss your project.

the guy clearly didn't get the hint as he still tried to make contact with you now and then. the third time, max was done with all the utter bullshit that he was witnessing. he pulled you closer to him

"you know, i would really like it if you got your stupid ass hand off my girl" he says, making the guy frown in annoyance. within seconds, the guy is scurrying off.

you let out a delayed laugh. you look up at max. he shrugs, giving you an innocent smile. "you can't actually say that, max!"

he kisses your forehead, whispering "i just did, baby."

he brushes your arm near the place where the guy touched you. "what are you doing?" you question.

"dusting off his filthiness from you. maybe we should get back to my dorm. shower the filthiness off after i watch you finish on my face." he offers his reply. you shove him playfully. "you're the filthy one"

he stares, kissing your lips softly, mumbling, "you make me."

the end

an: had so much fun making these. hope u enjoy!

[sleepysnk]

hanma + his girlfriend whose oblivious to the fact that his roommate is hitting on her 🤍

a/n: cijsjxjwjd i saw this and was very intrigued, but nonetheless, my brain was working at 3 am and here we are. sorry if this is shitty 😭! thank you for sending this in by the way! 🫶🏻

pairings: hanma shuji x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, college au, slight kisaki x reader, flirting, jealousy, possessiveness, nsfw, smut, some exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praising, use of pet names (doll, babydoll, princess, baby), some rough sex, breeding kink.

thrill ft. hanma shuji

He really hated how fucking oblivious you were.

He watched with sharp eyes how you stood there with that gorgeous smile on your face, speaking with his roommate oh so casually. Giggles flew past your lips at the little jokes Kisaki cracked to make you laugh. He wouldn’t have said a word, but a certain sentence made Hanma almost question his entire friendship with the man he had been living with for the past two years. 

“Your laugh is cute.. really cute actually.”

Hanma could not stop thinking about it.

When you paused in your snickering, he figured you would have abandoned the conversation, but you didn’t. Instead, you did the exact opposite and kept speaking with Kisaki. You even thanked him for his compliment. Hanma couldn’t believe that his flirtation went completely over your head. He was the only one who caught onto it. He knew Kisaki Tetta better than anybody else, and he knew damn well when he was trying to get at something he craved. 

He wanted to do something about it. It wasn’t the first time Kisaki had said something suspicious around you. Yet, you didn’t say a word and assumed it was platonic. However, Hanma knew that wasn’t true at all. He was done with your ignorance and he was ready to crack.

That’s how you ended up with your legs thrown over Hanma’s shoulders. His cock pressing deep into your womb, sending you over the edge from the euphoric feelings. He wasn’t showing any mercy either. He didn’t care how loud you were or how you practically begged him to not stop with tears brimming at your lash line. 

A sadistic smile wore itself into his gorgeous features. He had the best view in the whole fucking world, and he wasn’t going to let anyone, not even Kisaki, get a chance to see it. You were his. You were his angelic little girlfriend. He wasn’t about to share you. 

The hand with ‘Sin’ tattooed on it trailed down your abdomen slowly. Your flesh was like silk beneath his slender fingers. “Shiiiit, you’re driving me crazy, princess.” he slurred. 

Your fingernails clawed at the skin on his shoulders. The pleasure became almost unbearable from how great his thrusts were. You could hardly keep up with him. “H-Hanma! It’s.. too m-much! Ah!“ your head fell backwards onto the pillows behind you, eyeballs disappearing beneath your eyelids. 

God, you were so fucking stunning like that. He honestly wished you could see yourself the way he did, because he couldn’t get enough.

Your lips were swollen with drool pooling deep within your mouth, your pretty eyes were glassy with tears, and most of all, your delicious cunt was sucking his cock in perfectly. A white ring wrapped around the base, allowing him to slide inside you with such ease. If he wasn’t careful, he’d slip out, and he couldn’t allow that. Not when you’ve been taking him like the good girl you were. 

Squeezing your thigh, he pushed your legs apart further so he could stare at your pussy. It was so swollen and wet. He could feel his mouth watering at how it looked. “F-Fuck.. yeah, you take me so well, baby.” he groaned, “M-Might have to put one in ya, babydoll. You’re so fucking good.” 

He smirked when he felt your walls quiver around him tightly. You always preferred when he came inside of you. Your velvety walls covered with his cum were sending you into a frenzy. “Inside..! P-Please, Hanma!” you blubbered, looking at him with desperation in your eyes. 

He scoffed, placing your legs around his waist so he could angle himself. It’d be perfect for him to fuck his cum deep inside of you. “Yeah..? Want my cum in you, princess?” he cooed. “Such a pretty baby.. I’ll make sure you’re full.”

Hanma’s golden eyes flashed towards the clock beside the bed. He smiled devilishly when he realized that a certain someone was just a few minutes away. He knew you’d be embarrassed, but Hanma wanted Kisaki to know that you’re not to be messed with. He’d have to sit there and watch as Hanma made you cum, not him. He was the only one who could send you over the fucking edge. 

Your second orgasm was already on the horizon. The knot beneath your belly was tightening with every little thrust. Hanma could feel the way you were clenching down on him. He was determined to make you reach it. He wanted to see you fall apart underneath him. You were always the prettiest when you screamed his name. 

White stars danced along your vision as he poked at your g-spot. You were slowly losing yourself. Your mind becoming lost within a thick cloud surrounding it. “I-I’m gonna.. cum! Hanma! Oh, Hanma! Right there!” you cried, your thighs beginning to tremble as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave on a shore. 

Hanma intertwined your fingers with his as you came. He was so close to his own high, but you looked too pretty to not admire. “That’s it, doll. Cum for m-me..” his hips began to stutter as his cock twitched inside of you. “Gonna fill up this pretty cunt.. make it all mine.” 

You watched him with hazy eyes as he fucked you with such desire. The grip he had on your hand was so tight that his knuckles turned white. The effects of your orgasm were slowly disappearing, and you started to feel that white-hot pleasure again. All that came from your lips were whimpers and whines for him to cum inside you. 

A loud groan suddenly escaped his mouth as he finally reached his orgasm. Thick, white spurts of cum began to cover your pretty walls, filling you completely. Hanma practically emptied himself inside of your cunt, and he had zero regrets.

Panting, he leaned down to catch your lips on his. The kiss you shared was sloppy, but passionate. It honestly turned him on all over again, so he’d probably have to shove you into the shower so he could have another round with you. Plus, he didn’t have to clean a mess. 

“Ahem.”

The two of you turned your heads to meet an embarrassed, but angry Kisaki. The blonde stared at his roommate with annoyance.

Hanma knew it was coming, especially since he was fucking his sweet girlfriend on Kisaki’s bed. 

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself ♡.”

[rubiehart]

ooooh the prompt list i am begging for 12 and 27 with john b😩

of courseee!! this one’s a little long but i hope you love!!

prompt 12 & 27: praising, breeding

john b’s pounding into you mercilessly, legs pushed back into a mating press as he keeps a bruising grip on the back of your plush thighs, brows drawn together as he relentlessly thrusts his cock forward into your gummy walls.

he groans when he glances down to see your sopping pussy swallowing him whole, a sticky trail of arousal dripping down to your puckered asshole and spilling onto the sheets, you moan out again as the sight spurs him on, thrusting harder, surely bruising your cervix, based on the size of him, it wasn’t hard to do so.

his eyes flick up to your face, lips parted and letting out the prettiest sounds, moaning each time his mushroom tip punches that spot that makes your toes curl and your fingernails scratch more desperately at his back. “good girl, y’gonna cum f’me babe?” he groans out, grip tightening on your thighs as you mewl.

every-time john b had you in this position, you had an overwhelming craving to feel his cum fill you up, warm hot ropes and leave you swollen with the prettiest baby, a mix of the both of you that you could raise together, a baby. it would keep you together forever, and that’s all you could wish for.

maybe it was the heat of the moment, the way he groaned lowly in your ear, the thought of being claimed by him officially, to walk around with a part of him, forever, but you found yourself holding him closer to you as you felt yourself reaching your climax, silently begging him with your eyes not to pull out, to give you the one thing you so desperately craved from him.

his eyes closing as he lets out a long breath from his nose, thrusts never halting as he contemplates the idea, groaning when you tighten around his length, the familiar white hot burn arising in your stomach.

“please john b!” you plead, pulling him even closer to you, blinking desperately at him, the ticking time bomb which was your orgasm growing closer and closer. you’d spoken about it before, but he’d never thought about it properly, but now he was in the moment, it seemed like the best damn idea you’d ever had. he takes one glance at your pouty lips, drool pooling in the corners as you beg him with your eyes he could drown in, and he breaks.

his thrusts become slightly more miscalculated, clearly as desperate for his release as you were, and the idea of putting his baby inside you clearly spurring him on. “gonna put my baby in you, yeah? that’s what you want isn’t it?” he questions and you nod desperately, tears pooling in your eyes for how desperately you wanted this. “hm?”

“yes! please! need it so bad john b!” you cry out, gripping his shoulders and pulling him further into your clammy body. he groans out deeply as you beg, his cock twitching inside your glossy walls as he dumps his load right where you wanted it.

he releases his grip on your thighs as you mewl at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up, eyes closing and lips parted, little whimpers leaving you as he pulls out, flopping down on his stomach between your legs to assess the state of you.

reaching out a thumb to push the pale, glossy liquid back inside your pulsing hole, whining out as he does so, resting a strong hand on your thigh as they threaten to close at the overstimulation. “can’t lose any of this baby. you still want a mini us, right?” he coos, bringing the other hand up to thumb comfortingly at your cheek as your brows draw together, a little smile playing on your lips because you finally got what you wanted. “if you changed your mind, hate to break it to you but it might be a liiiittle late.” he jokes, eyes fliting up to the face, content and pretty, and hopefully filled with his baby, he could get used to this.

[withwritersblock]

Until I Come Home

~Until I Come Home by Two Feet & grandson~

Author's Note: this was requested and it's so cute Summary: Cole is late for the plane for a roadie Warnings: implied smut Word Count: 802 Cole Caufield x fm!reader

Her head rested on his bare chest, soaking up every single moment of him. This was one of the longest road trips he was going on, all she wanted was him to be home with her, but he was going to be gone for ten days.

Ten days of only phone calls and nothing else. All she wanted was this moment to never end. “I gotta get going,” he whispered as he pressed his lips to the top of her head, starting to get up from the bed. 

“No,” she mumbled as she climbed onto his frame, leaning her lips down, kissing his lips slowly but urgently. 

He should’ve gotten up to shower thirty minutes ago. Cole knew he was running late, his teammates were going to kill him if he was late for the plane. Again. 

But right now, Y/N’s lips were more important. She knew what she was doing, trailing her lips down his body. Slow, wet kisses down his chizzeled frame. 

“Baby,” he let out, breathily. She hummed against his ab muscle as he tilted his head back. “I need to go,” he muttered. 

She lifted her head, climbing up his frame, her nose bumped against his. “No,” she mumbled, “Can’t leave,” she whispered before she kissed his lips for a brief second.

Cole rested his hands on her hips, tightly. “You’re going to get me in so much trouble,” he whispered as she pulled away. He met her gaze, running his hands up and down her side. She ran her hands up and down his chest, smiling towards him. He tilted his head back, shutting his eyes as he let out a dry chuckle.

“It’s only fair that I get you for a few more minutes, you’re leaving for ten days,” she leaned down, resting her hands on the base of his neck, she ran her thumbs along his jawline. He smirked as he clenched his jaw. 

He took a hold of legs, slowly rolling her over onto her back, He separated her legs with his knee as he slowly met her lips. “At least, let’s move this to the shower please, I really need to get moving,” He mumbled between kisses against her lips. He pulled away, meeting her gaze, he raised his eyebrows.

She nodded slowly as Cole climbed off of her. He wrapped his arms around her waist lifting her from the bed. He tossed her onto his shoulder, giggles fell from her lips as she excitedly rested her hands on his lowerback as they manuvered into the bathroom. He delicately placed her down onto her feet and scanned her features. 

“We’re showering, nothing else,” he pointed his finger towards her face, a teasing smirk. She nodded as she slowly pulled her tanktop away from her frame before she slowly slipped her underwear off of her frame. “Oh god, why do you have to look like that,” he mumbled as he slipped his boxers from his frame. He leaned towards her, kissing her urgently. 

He shoved open the shower door, stumbling inside with their lips still connected. He turned the shower on, the water hot surrounding them. Steam filled the room. “You’re a bad influence,” he mumbled against her lips as he tilted his head back against the water, letting it hit his face. 

“You’re the one leaving for ten days,” she mumbled, a teasing smirk on her lips.

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He was jogging towards the plane, the social media manager not even outside to take photos of his entrance look. His hair was wet as the suit on his frame was a dark purple that was practically wrinkled. 

The entire plane started shouting random things towards him. He smiled nervously as his cheeks flushed bright red.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he mumbled as he walked past each player, he sat down beside Alex who was on FaceTime with his girlfriend.

“Real nice,” Alex muttered as he elbowed him in the side.

Martin was sitting on the other set of seats on the plane, “I wish I could bench you,” he muttered, a small chuckle leaving his lips; he was joking of course.

“I’m sorry, I was-” he trailed off, deciding it was better to leave out his morning activities with his coach. Despite their close relationship. His coach didn’t need to know that he was running extremely late because of his gorgeous girlfriend. 

“What were you up to?” Alex asked in a whisper, leaning towards Cole.

Cole smirked as he tilted his head back against the headrest. He turned his head to meet Alex’s gaze, “My girlfriend hates when I leave for roadies,” he said vaguely.

“Oh sure,” Alex said laughing as he shifted his attention back towards his own girlfriend on FaceTime.

Cole shut his eyes, picturing Y/N, a smirk still on his lips.

[jam3sacaster]

“I will never forget your touch. It will linger on me.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by a sweet anon 🫶🏽 / You’re incredibly nervous to pop your cherry, but Rupert comforts you throughout it all.

18+ FANFIC / SMUT from the offset and soft Rupert! 🥰 Reader character aged 21. My ask box is open again, so please request anything you wanna see 💋

Approaching the two week anniversary since you and Rupert Campbell-Black had made your budding relationship official, he had started to send subtle signs that we wanted you to be more intimate. A soft sweep of his palm across your bare thighs, a solemn whisper in your ear at night, a tight cuddle in bed, the imprint of his cock against your leg. Tonight, however, you were both curled up in bed. Rupert fixated on a monotonous documentary pictured on the screen of his ginormous 27” television, and you were flicking breezily through the women’s section of The Scorpion — uncaring of the numerous recipes, stories readers husbands infidelity and which colour palette you should choose based on your tan this coming season.

Rupert chuckled heartily at a spiritless joke on the telly and passed his right hand under the heavenly duck-feather duvet, stroking his fingertips over your thigh. He pulled back the covers gently to reveal your bed time outfit — a delicate white silk slip dress with intricate lace lining across the neckline. Your bare skin was bronzed and velveted, and hid made him groan in desire. “You have no idea how badly I want to be inside of you.” He muttered breathlessly, locking cerulean orbs with you. Raising your arched eyebrows, you bite your lip and kick the covers away from your feet. “I think I know. I want you too. I’ve just never…” You stutter, eyes clamping shut in embarrassment. For a man of such Lothario stature, you couldn’t believe he had fallen for you — autonomously virginal at twenty one years old. “I thought as such. I wish you’d have told me.” He replies, sensualised eyes softening.

“I’m just nervous. I wanted to save it for someone special, and that person is you but… I’m just nervous, Rupert.” You whisper, placing your palm over his on your thigh. He propped himself up on an elbow and watched as he moved his hand — fingers tracing complex patterns across the length of your leg. “We’ll take it step by step, I promise.” He reassures you, and you nod in consent. Steadily, he inched closer to kiss you — lips crashing in symphonic yearning, a collision of passion between two souls. Rupert pulled his tight white boxer shorts from his person and lay back on the bed, allowing you to marvel at his picturesque body, and marvel you did. Your mind could barely comprehend the magnificent structure that lay beside you. Pulling your own slip dress off with one swift move, Rupert took his turn to gawp at you. Taking a moment to consume the sight of your sizeable, bouncing breasts, your rounded hourglass figure, your shapely atheistic legs — truly the personification of Aphrodite. “Wow, angel. You look spectacular.” Rupert passionately breathed, fighting furiously the urge to take you there and then.

Crawling down to the foot of the bed, you lay between his legs, taking the length of his monumentally erect cock in your hands, stroking it softly and keeping your eyes fixed on his handsome groans. “What are you going to do with it, princess?” He teased, and you wasted no time in taking his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue and allowing yourself to take him deeper into your throat. His pleasurable groans spurred you on evermore to increase your tempo, feeling yourself gag as you spit onto his cock, promptly rubbing it across his girth with your right hand. Rupert watched in absolute disbelief as his angel’s eyes darkened — signification that tonight would be a consequential change in your behaviour. Taking him into your throat again, hands by your side, you bob your head up and down violently, saliva escaping the sides your mouth desperately. Rupert’s abdominals tensed in ecstasy, but he cautiously backed away and brought himself to his knees.

“Bend over for me, angel.” He instructs, and you instantaneously do as your food, arching your back and presenting him with your bare arse, wet pussy glinting in the amber glow of the lamp and soft skin tantalisingly close to him. Teasing your glistening entrance with the swollen head of his cock, he slowly entered himself inside you — carnal lust overtaking his body as your vice gripped across his girth. You breathlessly, an intoxicating mixture of both pleasure and pain. “Please be gentle, Rupert.”

“Oh, don’t worry, angel. I’ll be gentle.” He reassures you, thrusting inside of you and alleviating his stress inside the primal heat of your cunt. Taking a firm hold on the voluptuous curves of your hips, he cannot help but land a firm smack on your arse, lips biting together at the sight of the reverberation of his brutish hand. “Fuck, Rupert.” You whisper, eyes ablaze with sexual gratification. Flipping you over onto your back, Rupert pins your legs over his shoulder, grabbing a firm handful of your tits as he continues his sexual barrage upon you. “You feel so good. Where do you want my cum?” He asks, and you take a careful moment to consider. “On my face.” You reply, a devilish smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

Rupert cannot help but replicate your lustful grin. The inebriating aroma of his mannish aftershave filled your lungs as you curved your lips in relaxation, feeling every single passionate stroke inside you. “Get ready, angel. I’m gonna cum.” He warns you, thrusts become sloppy as he nears his release. Using his hand to guide his cock out of you, he leans over you, jerking himself with one hand as you look up at him with an expectant gaze. You moan alongside him and beg him for his sweet cum. “Please, Rupert, give it to me.”

Grunting accompanying every rope of hot cum, Rupert shot his load over your face — you giggling as you feel your eyelashes becoming heavy under the splashes. “Fucking hell, angel. You look incredible with my cum all over your face.” He grins, admiring the mess he had made over you. “I will never forget your touch. It will linger on me.” Rupert collapses beside you breathlessly as you scoop a glob of his cum from your chin, sucking at your finger greedily and rather pleased with your first performance.

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Swallowed Whole by The Flame (Messmer the Impaler x Tarnished! Reader) 6

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Summary: Judgement awaits within the Shadow Keep.

A/N: The first part of the chapter will be in Messmer's POV, during the events of when he's thinking of what to do with you. Then, the second part, cuts to your arrival back at the Keep.

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Chapter 6: Judgement

Five days ago...

Messmer is used to the darkness, the curse he carries, waiting for a day for the pain to be lifted and for him to return to his mother.

Messmer broods in his throne room, with only winged serpents to calm his worries, whispering in tongues only he knows. He's conflicted, bemused by it all, but most of all, he's feeling betrayed. Years of trusting his mother, believing he is doing all of this in her name, serving her dutifully as any soldier and son would.

So, when some wretched creature enters his Keep, blessed by grace - his mother's grace - he thinks it's all some cruel joke.

He was ready to pluck the seal out of his eye, despite knowing it was Marika who placed it there for his safety. It pains him knowing he could've ended it all and released the base serpent out, only for not his mother to stop him, but you. You, Tarnished, a creature all should hate, and he's been taught to hate, is reluctant to hear your words.

Miquella? What did all of this have to do with him? 

You're an intriguing, annoying thing, slicing at him and giving him a mark, and he admits you're a good fight too, though sometimes sloppy, opting to fight dirty than fight him with no healing nor add-ons.

He's tempted to return it to you tenfold, to have his flames consume you as you scream. But where was the fun of having  to deal with you coming back to him, over and over again, pleading your case that he so desperately didn't want to hear. He heeds your words, your warnings of his undoing, and he listens, like the fool he is, he listens to the words from the enemy. Why he trusts you is uncertain, that you could already be hoping for his demise and he was accepting it all with some flimsy words from a Tarnished.

It's only that he captures you when he can finally think, though he curses that all you did to him, he will do tenfold. You're locked up, suffering and rotting, but he feels he is the one suffering. Burn her. Something tells him inside. Burn her and be rid of her.

He finds himself alone in the abyss, staring heavily in thought at the scar on his arm, running his nails along the raised skin as his other clawed hand grips the armrest too tightly, cracking in his grasp. He wishes that is what he can do to your skull, but he has restraint. Better to deal with a broken thing than one with their mind still intact.

It's by the third day of your imprisonment that he finally decides to leave the throne room. Dishevelled, lacking sleep and in need of a good bath and decent meal, his body aches from being sat on the throne for so long. Sleep can wait, he needs to be rid of this pain however fleeting it is. The muscles in his back ache with every step he takes, a debilitating pain that gets worse if he does not move around. He curses himself for worsening his physical health, but it matters not when he finally finds his way to a familiar physician.

Ser Aldwin is so focused on his books that he doesn't even notice the demi-god lumber through, only when he hears the faint hiss of one of his serpents does the Nightfolk abruptly stand to full height, bowing stiffly. "My lord. I did not hear you enter. Is there anything I can help with?"

Messmer does not answer, but it is obvious to Aldwin how clear his discomfort shows on his features. "Oh, my Lord. Please, take a seat. I shall ready the medication."

The redhead half collapses to the cot, comically half of the demigod's size as he's crouched rather than sitting comfortably on it, his eye falling downcast in shame. He was a soldier, shaped from youth in his mother's eye to be the very vessel for tyranny, and here he was, doubled over in agony, wishing for it all to be over.

Aldwin is quick, which Messmer silently thanks him for, and he helps by removing his helm and discarding it to his side. He next removes the amour and chest pieces until he is shirtless. He can feel the weight of the snakes coiled around him, putting weight on him as he tries to keep his suffering to himself. 

Gathering the oils on the table, Aldwin ushers Messmer to lie on his back, where the healer pours the warming oils into his hand, working them before he begins a deep tissue massage. The relief is almost blinding, and Messmer hisses from both relief and from how sore his muscles feel.  

"You are... unusually quiet, my Lord. May I ask what troubles you?"

"The Tarnished," he grunts, shutting his eye as he lets the warmth of the oils soothe him. His skin feels stiff, burning to the touch, but he continues, "I questioneth wheth'r I am being too lenient."

Aldwin hums in both thought and deep in his work, massaging around the areas where the snakes protrude out his skin, and it has Messmer wheezing. "The fate of the Tarnished seems to be on everyone's mind, my Lord. A difficult situation as to whether she speaks the truth or not."  

"Rather a thorn in mine side."

Aldwin chortles, in which Messmer casts a brief side eye to him before closing his good eye again. It's difficult to speak when all Messmer wishes to do is cry out.

He thinks about what his mother did, singing to him softly when he cried from the great discomfort. It was easier to control then, but the older he got, the more the serpent grew, twisting in size until it crushed his spine, putting pressure on his organs until the pain grew intensely. With his eye closed, he can still picture his mother's features, from her soft, caring golden eyes, to her flaxen-coloured hair, long and braided. She would tell him about the days of her youth, promising him one day they would go back to it. 

Messmer is thankful he is lying on his front, for he subtly wipes a stray tear away.

"Perhaps, my Lord, it would be best to seek a deal with the Tarnished. To see if she is worthy of your trust."

"Mine trust? How?"

"Send her away if you must," Aldwin says, "you have hundreds of eyes on the field, awaiting your very order. If they hear or even see of her return to Miquella and his followers, you know where to find her."

Messmer thinks hard, resting his chin in thought. "'Tis a valorous idea, Sir Aldwin," he murmurs, and correct he is. That is, however, if the Tarnished is truly lying, Messmer doesn't know if he has the strength to be enraged. A tired man, he's almost bored by it all. It would be some tiring game of cat and mouse, one which would not end until one grew bored. Worn from it all, all he wishes to do is sleep.

He sits up as Aldwin finishes off by applying more of the oils to Messmer's chest before bowing his head politely. "I shalt has't her sent to thee, Aldwin," Messmer answers finally, dressing once more as his loyal fire knights address his lord. "Ready the prisoner a visit."

"My Lord." Aldwin bids the redhead farewell as Messmer is crowned with a new purpose, to see if the Tarnished is worthy of his trust. When he visits her cell, he sees she is already awaiting him. She looks as dishevelled as he feels, almost ripped from sleep. When his knights send her off to Aldwin, she walks with some hesitation, wary of what he is doing. It pleases him, to some extent, that she feels unsure of him.

He leaves with his personal black knights back to his chambers, where he asks to have a bath readied. The ointments and bath oils are most handy, especially to dispel any further aches he has. But, the content he usually has in having a bath is wasted when his mind is brought back to the Tarnished, and he thinks whether it is all worth it. His serpents coil around him, their whispers help soothe him, and he leans his head against the tub, calming his mind to calm like ripples in the mightiest of seas.

When she is gone, he is restless, a heap of anger mixed with the endless paranoia that she has gone and done what he dreaded most. How long does it take to travel?! He questions, and his spies have their answers that help calm him. The last he hears is she has made just outside the ruins, having stopped someplace in the woods to sleep with her stead acting almost as her guard dog. 

He almost laughs at the motion, but that day passes, and more go past. There is no news of her for some time, and he mentally feels as if he may rip his seal out and hunt her down personally. His anger boils, his winged serpents twisting around his body matching his anger. It draws into something he vows he'll destroy, her body, her soul, her entire being, erased from ever existing.

It's only when his loyal warrior, Commander Gaius asks if he can personally be sent out to hunt down the Tarnished for her betrayal that something snaps in him. "The Tarnished is mine to deal with." He growls, and those of his spies and knights seem to still upon hearing his orders. 

His war meeting is cut short when a fellow spy enters the room, hastily rushing to Messmer before remembering the courtesy of bowing in respect. "My Lord, there has been a sighting of the Tarnished. She travels to the Keep."

There are mutterings among his men, some of disbelief, some muttering it a trap, but it is only Messmer's voice whose matters. "Let her through."

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There is an unbelievable coldness to the Keep when you enter through the main gate. There are only a handful of soldiers around who seem to be reluctant in your next moves. Dismounting from Torrent and clutching your side, you hobble your way through, escorted by his men who tell you Messmer awaits for you in his throne room. How odd that he wants you there rather than waiting for you outside the gate. Did they not receive news of your return?

Something churns in your chest, a sickness of nerves you cannot place, but you are silent as you pass the corridors, damp and endless. The Grace sits just outside his doors, begging you to reach for the golden strings of life. You wonder if anyone within the Keep can see it and if Messmer can too. You can feel its warming touch, but you're not close enough to fully heal, rather connect you to it so you don't wake at the previous grace if you die. All you can do is pass alongside it, entering through the doors to be welcomed coldly.

Messmer sits atop his throne, stoically staring down at you, his spear grasped in hand. It is not just him that awaits in the room, but many of his knights, all poised as if ready for you to make the wrong move. 

You stand in between them all, looking at every knight before your eyes land once again on the demi-god.

Finally, with difficult footing, you make your way slowly towards him. His knights hold a grasp on their unsheathed swords and spears, holding stances and waiting for you to make a move that could jeopardise all your hard work. The pain in your side worsens the further you walk, certain the wound has begun to bleed freely into your bandages once again.

Messmer watches you with a stony face before he speaks aloud. "Is't done?"

You wonder if he knows you're bleeding, elongating your suffering further as you somberly answer. "Yes," you inhale sharply as you rest a hand on your knee to help lower yourself to the ground, taking a knee, "my Lord."

The room is deafeningly quiet, so much so that you feel nauseous. You keep your head bowed, pride washing off you like sitting by the shoreline, awaiting the larger waves to sweep you away. You've come so far that you cannot take it back.

Your hands shakily move to your bag, still attached to your belt, unclipping it. The bag has soaked to a darker colour, some of the blood as dried yet still some soaks heavily into your already bloodied gloves. You grimace at the texture, before chucking the bag forward, it landing a couple of meters in front, causing a loud, squishy sound to echo when it thuds against the base of the throne.

Messmer seems to have something lifted inside him, his posture has straightened in his seat, looking more amused than uptight. He eyes the bag before he looks back down at you, a small smirk appearing on his face. Go on, his face reads as if he's awaiting more, more of this humiliation to please him further.

You sigh, hands reaching up to your helm, tugging upwards until the clatter smashes to the ground in a thud by your feet.

No one is speaking which makes things worse, and you wish to be swallowed up whole by the ground than face more of this. You eye him carefully, sweat beading down your forehead. The room feels as if it's spinning and with the seconds feeling like minutes or hours, is when Messmer finally does something.

He stands. Slowly and methodically walks down the stairs as he approaches you. Your heart races and the little amount of blood in your body rushes to your head as you look away from him, looking to the ground until he is right in front of you.

Strangely, something holds your chin, so tentatively that it's an odd feeling. Clawed fingers urge you to look up. Messmer has tilted your chin up so your eyes slowly drift onto his face. So close once more in front of you, you mutter loud enough for only him to hear. "I did what you asked of me, didn't I?"

"Thee didst," he coolly responds, his touch still lingers as he accesses you carefully, "the keep is yours to doth what thee prithee. Thee has't mine own protection and alliance."

Good. You can finally breathe from the moment you step into the room. Messmer pulls away from you, his touch lingers on your skin and you falter to almost stand. "I acquire your healer's aid... if I'm allowed?

He looks you over once more, one of his serpents is far too close to you, its thin tongue tasting the air as if it could sense something you could not. Before it could reach any closer, Messmer moves back, turning his hunched back towards you. "Doth as thee prithee."

What Messmer expects is to hear you leave, for him to finally feel some semblance of pride strengthen within him. Rather than that, he hears your fading footsteps abruptly stop, the sound of garbled choking echo through the large room. All heads turn, his including, to see just in time your weakened body materialise into nothing but dust, a pool of your blood soaking the ground.

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A/N:

Messmer likely: omfg, did she just fucking die

Imagine Messmer's fear, anger and panic as to seeing you die right in front of him, readying his men to go through a hunt for you throughout the Keep and even the lands, only to see you've popped outside the front doors of his room. Though, if we're keeping to the game, you should pop up by the site of grace WAY outside, but I'll give some wishy-washy reasoning of "Marika was feeling nice and allowed you to pop up again at a site closer in the Keep."

All in all, I love the idea of Messmer slowly growing obsessed in trying to find you constantly. Call it hunting, but this man's paranoia is on high alert.

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Short Temper

Dark!Poe Dameron x Fem!pilotReader

Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: Leia being such a sweetheart to reader, 18+!!, punishment, Poe being kind of possessive, p in v, blowjob, deep throating, overstimulation, dark Poe, Black Squadron members being silly lol.

Today was a rather stressful day at the Resistance, a pilot in Black Squadron was sick and you had to jump in and take his spot for a training simulation. But today, everyone knew Commander Poe Dameron had bad mood, he couldn't sleep the last night due to a Generator near his quarters kept beeping.

You just finished up preparing your X-Wing as General Leia Organa came up to you along with C-3PO by her side.

"Hey," she gave you a warm smile, "I saw how nervous you looked earlier when you had to jump in for today. Don't be, Black Squadron has the nicest pilots I've ever worked with." Leia placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

"I know. Well, except Poe today." you laughed making Leia chuckle

"Yeah, except him. But please keep an eye on him, I don't want the whole base being moodier than him."

"Where are you going?" you asked curiously.

"I and C-3PO are going to Coruscant for a meeting. And until then, Poe will be in command until I'm back."

"Alright. But please be back as soon as possible, we don't want Poe to lose his shit." you chuckled.

"I promise I will. Take care." she gave you a pat on the shoulder and another warm smile, turning around and leaving for her meeting.

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Soon enough, all pilots of Black Squadron gathered at the hangar, they all welcomed you, immediately cracking jokes with you and sharing laughter.

After a while one member spoke up, "Well, here he comes, Commander bad mood himself."

You had to suppress a laughter and went to your X-Wing. Then Poe approached you,

"Hi there, jumper. Got everything prepared?"

"Yes, sir." you nodded.

"Good. All you have to do is to follow my lead and don't do anything stupid." with that Poe walked to his X-Wing and climbed in.

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The training simulation went well for the most part, but at one point you pulled off a stunt inside a nearby asteroid field to destroy the target. You chased the target through the field, doing some really close manouvers but at the end you successfully destroyed the last target while Poe was barking at you over the comm to get back and not risk your life for a dummy target. But you got sick and cut off your comm.

Now Black Squadron was back at the hangar, you changed into your mechanic uniform to re-new some paint on your X-Wing. Soon everyone else got out of their X-Wings and up to you. You thought they all would scold you but instead they laughed,

"Damn, you pulled off quite the show! Ha!"

"I wish we could have seen Poe's face when you've made it out of there alive."

"Poe did not like that at all!"

"I bet if you pull off more stunts like that, you could be even better than Poe!" Another one laughed.

"Oh oh... Poe's coming." one pointed at the black X-Wing that has just entered the hangar and landed.

All the other members of Black Squadron quickly pissed off to avoid Poe's temper but you decided to stay to prevent further provocation.

Poe removed his helmet and climbed out of his cockpit, immediately walking towards you. As you saw him coming closer, you took a deep breath and prepared mentally for the scolding you're about to get.

"What the hell was that?!" Poe barked, his tone was authoritive and demanding answers.

"Poe- I'm sorry, I-" Poe cut you off,

"You risked your life for a fucking training target, pulling off dangerous stunts inside an asteroid field!" Poe left no room for arguments.

"I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" You pleaded but he sighed in annoyance and shook his head.

"Sorry won't cut it." he responded sternly.

"What do you mean, Dameron?"

"Oh, you'll see. Come with me."

You stood there confused and Poe raised an eyebrow, "Don't make me repeat myself. Come with me now." he ordered almost coldly.

You did as he asked and followed him. He lead you into an empty supply room with a table and some chairs inside. He turned on the lights and motioned for you to enter first. After stepping inside, Poe typed something on the console beside the door and it turned red, signalizing the door is locked.

"Uhm, Poe? What are you doing?" you asked slowly and carefully.

He turned around to face you, "I'm going to teach you a lesson. A lesson to never risk your life for some stupid stunts." he walked towards you and pulled out a chair from the table and sat down.

"Get on your knees." he ordered.

"On my knees?" you asked confused.

"Do it." he growled.

You hesistated but slowly getting down on your knees. You slowly realized how Poe wanted to punish you.

Poe slowly unzipped his orange flight suit, "You know, I had a really bad fucking night. And your disobedience was the last drop."

He reached inside and pulled out his already hard cock, giving it a few strokes.

"Suck it." He ordered, tilting his head to the side slightly as if daring you to disobey.

Slowly, you leaned in, his other hand coming up behind you and grabbed the back of your neck. His hand was hot against your cold skin, it almost made you afraid of Poe.

You gave his cockhead a few licks, looking up at him and saw the desire in his eyes. A desire to grab your head and fuck your throat so hard it will be sore the next day. But he wanted you to do everything.

"Go ahead." His hand on the back of your neck gave you a warning squeeze.

You leaned in and took his girth in your mouth as far as you could. He was so big you couldn't fit him all the way. Poe groaned deeply and you looked up to see his eyes fluttered close and his head thrown back.

"Fuck, keep going." he looked back down at you and licked his lips hungrily.

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You kept sucking him, the only sounds filling the small room were the wet sounds and Poe's groaning.

"You're so good at this." He praised and moved his hand upwards to tangle into your hair.

-

"I'm gonna cum. You better swallow every drop or else you will suck my cock again and again until your stomach is full of my cum."

Poe warned as his breath got ragged and he suddenly plunged his cock all the way down your throat, making you gag as he came down your throat.

He released you and you got back up, turning around and ready to leave.

"Where do you think you're going? I didn't say we are finished here. I'm not done with you yet. Come back here."

Poe stood up and walked towards you.

"But you just came." you protested and he chuckled,

"And? Did I say you could leave? We're not finished. Not by a long shot, sweetheart."

Poe grabbed you and pushed you against the wall face first.

"This is a lesson in obedience after all." he leaned close and unfastened your uniform pants, pulling them down along with your panties.

"You know, maybe I will keep you in my squadron. See how you will be become my good little girl and follow your Commander's orders like you should."

he reached out and stroked your clit rythmically, the pace increasing stroke after stroke.

Your moans filled the room and Poe soon pushed two fingers inside you after you were dripping onto the ground beneath you.

-

"Yes, keep moaning, let the whole base hear how much of a good girl you are for me." He incouraged, your breath getting ragged as you felt your orgasm approach.

Poe felt your cunt clench around his fingers, but his pace only slowed down momentarilly as you came down from the orgasm.

He kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, slowly. Your poor pussy was overstimulated, you couldn't take anymore and Poe suddenly removed his fingers.

"Now I think you're wet enough."

Poe was already stroking his once again hard cock.

"What do you mea--" you got cut of by the sudden intrusion of his big cock into your overstimulated entrance.

Poe leaned in close, "Ohhhh, your pussy isn't going to be spared from my cock." he drawled out and leaned down towards your neck, kissing and sucking on the skin. Then he suddenly bit down.

You gasped, and squeezed him in response which made him groan.

"Fuck, you're so tight, honey." his thrusts were slow at first, but he quickly increased the pace as he heard your moans and whimpers getting more needily.

-

His grip on your hips got tighter and his thrusts harder and faster.

You felt your second orgasm build up, making you arch your back into him and your moans getting louder.

"I knew you would love my cock, baby. But Don't worry, you will get more of me."

Poe felt himself getting close again too, and soon enough he buried his whole girth inside you and came hard. He buried his face into the crook of your neck as his breath slowly returned to normal. He pulled out and handed you some tissue to clean yourself up. Poe cleaned himself up too and put himself back into his boxers.

Poe turned his attention back to you, watching as you pulled your panties and pants back up.

"You better listen to me from now on and do what I say. Because if not, then this will be a common thing." He waited for your answer.

"Yes." You nodded weakly.

"Good." With a satisfied nod, Poe unlocked the door and stepped out, leaving you there overstimulated but satisfied.

[makethatelevenrings]

Powerful // J. Todd x f!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, miners welcome tho as long as ur over 18 u guys rock (haha get it), rough sex, implied consent that is discussed afterwards, degrading talk

Summary: Red Hood is furious at you for not taking orders. He decides to remind you what happens when you disobey.

“You must have a fucking death wish or something,” Red Hood hissed. His gloved fingers wrapped tightly around your upper arms and he slammed your back into the brick wall behind you. Laughing, you tossed your head back to clear your eyes and blinked up at him through the lenses of your mask.

“I was just doing my job, Hood. You were the one who got in my way,” you hummed. Selina, your adoptive mother, had sent you out to retrieve a certain necklace that a local drug lord was coveting, but you chose the same night as the Red Hood’s bust on the ring. Unfortunately for you, your mother held a soft spot for the helmeted hero so you diverted your tactics to aid him in beating back the goons that came pouring in when the first shots rang out.

You had gotten a few knife scrapes and a bullet graze or two, but other than that, you were unscathed. Hood, however, was fuming. The second you two grappled away, he had you cornered on some rooftop where you found yourself now.

“Do you think this is some kind of joke?” he snarled. One of his hands came up to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him, lens to lens. You smirked against his tight grip and shrugged.

“It’s a little funny, don’t you think? Serendipitous, if anything.”

Hood let out a low growl. “I told you to back off. You disobeyed my orders.”

“You don’t order me, bat boy.”

Something in his body tightened, like a coil ready to release and spring into action. His hand tightened minutely before he released your jaw and then the rough leather of his gloves dipped down to stroke against your neck.

“When you’re on my side dealing with the people I deal with, I give you orders and you listen. Or else I’ll cuff you to the fucking doors next time.”

“That a threat?” you taunted, your breath ghosting across the bottom of his mask.

His hand clenched down on your throat and he spun you around in a second, his chest pressing flush against your back. His other hand grabbed the zipper at the base of your throat and yanked down, exposing your skin to the cool night air. He shoved the edges of your catsuit down and then dipped his fingers along your seam.

“Wet,” he mused. “Tell me, kitten, do you get off by beating the shit out of guys twice your size?”

He was clearly waiting for your answer. You shut your eyes and shook your head. His grip released around your throat but he kept it hovering there. Not a warning.

It was a collar.

“Tell me, kitten. What’s got you so worked up?”

“You,” you croaked out. Hood let out a pleased chuckle and then your hands scrabbled at the rough brick and your knees went weak as he slid two fingers inside of you with minimal resistance. The coarse leather pads of his gloves scraped along your inner walls and you whimpered, your head falling back against his shoulder. Tilting your head to the side, you pressed your forehead against the cold metal of his helmet.

He scissored his fingers and then curled them to press against that spongey part in you that had you whimpering and grasping at his wrist in an attempt to gain relief. You pulled your head forward, pressing your throat against his palm and he gave a short squeeze that had your thighs shaking.

“Please,” you mewled. Hood stilled his movements and then pulled away from you, leaving you cold and empty. He stepped back and studied you for a moment.

“On your fucking knees,” he ordered. You complied easily, your knees scraping against the concrete rooftop. Your feet were trapped in between the catsuit that hung around your ankles, trapping you from spreading your legs any farther.

Hood stripped off his gloves, one finger at a time, and shoved them in his pocket before he reached up to unlatch his helmet. A domino mask hid his identity underneath, but you had a chance to see the strong jaw and dark hair that occupied your mind at nights when you dipped two fingers inside of you and came with a muffled cry of his name on your tongue.

He stepped forward and crouched down so you were eye level. His hand came up to cup your chin and he tilted your head side to side. You knew you looked a wreck right with some bruises and a nasty scrape on your cheek when some guy got a lucky hit in.

What you weren’t expecting was for him to lean forward and lap his tongue against your abrasion before he tapped your jaw twice, prompting you to open your mouth. Hood spat into your mouth, a combination of your blood and his spit making your head spin. He crushed his lips to yours, teeth clashing and lips smarting as the two of you battled it out for some semblance of control.

You weren’t stupid. You knew he had you under his hand like a well trained pet.

Hood pulled away and stood, his boots disappearing from sight. You kept your eyes trained forward, knowing what was coming next. You could hear the jingle of his belt being opened and then the zip of his pants.

His hand cupped the back of your head and he shoved you down, your cheek meeting the cold floor below you. You let out a grunt and he soothed your bristled spine with a delicate kiss to your lower back.

And then he was sliding into you in one quick, sharp thrust.

Your mouth dropped open in a silent cry and your nails dug into the pebbled rocks that decorated the roof. He was so fucking big, it felt like he was splitting you apart. God, you were cock drunk on him anytime he took you like this.

Hood wasn’t a gentle lover. He took without gentleness or grace. He bullied his cock into you, opening you up and claiming you as his. His hips snapped against yours, driving his thighs into your ass. Drool dripped out of the corner of your mouth as every thought fled your mind during his brutal fucking.

One of his hands smacked across your ass, leaving a blistering heat behind as tears sprung to your eyes. You let out a quiet cry and he soothed the spot he struck before leaving another hit right after.

“The next time you disobey my orders,” he seethed. “You’re going to remember this. You’re going to remember what your disobedience feels like. Isn’t that right, you little cocksleeve?”

You let out a pathetic little sob and nodded, feeling the gravel dig into your already battered skin. This shouldn’t be so erotic, but you could feel yourself clenching around him with every filthy word he spat into your ear. You could still taste him on your tongue and god, it was heavenly.

“I wonder what those fuckers would think seeing you on your knees and taking my cock like the whore you are. You aren’t so scary like this, aren’t you, kitten? But that would mean letting others see you. Who does this cunt belong to?”

“You,” you whispered. Shame flooded your body at the thought of Gotham knowing that you were simply Red Hood’s whore. All the work and training you had done, resulting in being a glorified fleshlight.

Your cunt pulsed with need and you whimpered, your hand starting to drift down to touch your neglected clit but he grabbed your hand and slammed it down by your head. Hood pinned you now, his cockhead hitting your g-spot with every single thrust. You were close and so was he. In fact, his hips were stuttering to a stop and then he let out a low groan before he spilled into your pussy, hot and warm and filling you with both his milky cum and a burning pleasure at knowing that he chose you to dump his load into.

Hood stayed there for a moment and you could feel his cock twitch between your weeping folds and his breath puff against your cheek. Then he was pulling out of you without ceremony, tucking himself back inside his pants and zipping his tac pants up, and staring down at your arched back and raw ass.

He reached down and swiped a finger through your puffy pussy lips, collecting some of his seed on his skin, before he approached your head. Hood bent down and forced his finger between your drool-soaked lips. You eagerly latched onto the treat he had given you and savored the salty taste of him.

Hood stepped away and then he was gone.

After five minutes, you were able to pull yourself together enough to struggle to your feet and zip your suit back on. Your cunt pulsed with unfinished need as it rubbed against the tight kevlar-spandex fabric and you nearly cried as it pulled across your aching need when you grappled towards the Bowery.

Landing on a different roof, you stumbled as you landed and then beelined for the roof access door. Your boots slid along the slick plastic stairs and you shook your head to clear away the distraction. You could stick your vibrator onto your clit the second you were home and finally get to come apart.

The door to your apartment opened before you could even reach for the handle and two calloused hands pulled you inside. You exhaled in relief and sagged back against the door as your lover locked it and then buried his nose into the crook of your neck. His fingers gently and slowly pulled the zipper down at the front of your suit before slipping three fingers into you.

You grabbed onto his shoulders and moaned as he worked you open, his thumb drawing circles around your clit. He slid his free arm around your waist and encouraged you to let your weight fall against him. Your legs trembled as the tether of pleasure in your gut finally snapped and pleasure shot through your spine. White-hot orgasmic bliss had your eyes rolling back into your head and a heady moan escaped you, his name panting on your lips.

Your lover chuckled as he extracted his fingers and then he lifted them to his mouth, sucking your juices clean off of his skin. You took that time to come back to yourself and study the beautiful man before you. A shock of white hair divided his sea of inky dark curls, but it did nothing to obscure his sharp teal gaze. A smirk tugged at his lips and you were so grateful that he wasn’t wearing a domino right now, giving you a chance to take him all in.

“Was I too rough?” Jason asked as he helped you step out of your boots, leaving you completely bare. He kept his arm around your waist as you limped towards the bedroom, the soreness from the battle and fucking already starting to seep into your muscles.

“It was so fucking hot,” you panted. “And I would have used the safeword if I needed it.”

His lips pressed against your temple, right next to the scrape on your forehead, and he leaned back with a hiss of air escaping his teeth. “Let’s patch you up, sweetheart. You’re sleeping in tomorrow.”

“I’d like to point out that I still got the necklace.”

“And I’d like to point out that I wasn’t fuckin’ kidding. Don’t you dare disobey my orders. I need you safe out there.”

You grimaced as he helped you sit on the closed toilet lid and blinked up at him. Jason cradled your cheek in one of his large palms and your eyes slid shut, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm.

“I know. But you also need to stop doubting me. I can handle myself.”

He let out a grunt and bent down to kiss your forehead. “We’re tabling this argument for later. Can’t stand seeing blood on you.”

Red Hood might be a man who took what he wanted and didn’t care about your pleasure, but Jason Todd loved you with all the softness in the world.

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[flowerbloom-arts]

I'm aspiring to make a clip compilation of Skinner being on the receiving end of gay jokes (+ ChalmSkinn scenes/jokes) and here's the list I've managed to compile thus far, organized by joke category:

“Skinner gets called gay”

Skinner gets assumed as a "homersexual" and Homer asks if he's into women - s2 ep14: Principal Charming

Chalmers tells Skinner to be gay on his own time after Skinner says they have horoscopic compatibility - s16 ep17: The Heartbroke Kid

Child draws Skinner kissing a merman as a prank - s17 ep18: The Wettest Stories Ever Told

Skinner is in the middle of explaining how he knows how to slingshot "like all boys" and Nelson cuts him off saying "You like all boys? Hah hah!" - s20 ep11: How The Test Was Won

Skinner AND Chalmers get called the worst-dressed gay men a substitute teacher has ever met - s24 ep15: Black-Eyed, Please

“Wait, IS Skinner gay (bi)?”

Bart tells Skinner to get himself fired from the army by flirting with his commanding officer, which Skinner accepts without hesitation - s5 ep19: Sweet Seymour Skinner's Badaasssss Song

Skinner and Homer are in a hotel for jury duty and Skinner points out that they're like The Odd Couple (with Skinner being like Felix and Homer like Oscar) - s5 ep20: The Boy Who Knew Too Much

Skinner reads a Confirmed Bachelor Magazine while looking over detention - s21 ep4: Treehouse of Horror XX

Skinner kisses Groundskeeper Willie and they both realize they kinda like kissing men and go from uncomfortable to REALLY making out - s21 ep15: Stealing First Base

“Skinner and Chalmers have a... situationship.”

Skinner laughs at an accidental joke Chalmers makes and Chalmers joins him - s4 ep20: Wacking Day

Skinner and Chalmers laugh at the idea of using their oil money to pay the students' scholarships - s6 ep25: Who Shot Mr. Burns? part one

Chalmers teases Skinner and excitedly shows off his new Honda to him - s8 ep7: Lisa's Date With Density

Skinner offers Chalmers to use his Merkur (car) after Chalmers' Camry got destroyed, Chalmers rejects him on the basis that his car is full of Burger King litter - s16 ep5: Fat Man and Little Boy

Chalmers says he wished he and Skinner were closer when Skinner gets killed in front of him - s18 ep4: Treehouse of Horror XVII

Skinner honors the "ding" in "balding" for Chalmers - s18 ep5: G.I. D'oh

Skinner and Chalmers sing a musical number together and Skinner "makes it weird" (according to Chalmers) by complimenting his voice at the end - s18 ep14: Yokel Chords

Chalmers, Skinner and Willie get caught in a Diet Coke and Mentos explosion inside a storage building, Chalmers yells for Skinner but gets no response, gets worried and then when he does respond saying he's alright Chalmers tells him to never scare him like that again - s19 ep13: The Debarted

Chalmers and Skinner create the production company "ChalmSkinn" and do some morally dubious scheming together while wearing atleast 3 matching outfits - s19 ep18: Any Given Sundance

Chalmers tells Skinner they should start eating a cock cannoli that flew in through the window at both ends to hide it from Agnes, and that quote, "They'll know they're safe when their lips meet in the middle", they then proceed without hesitation - s20 ep1: Sex, Pies and Idiot Scrapes

Skinner is confused and upset that Chalmers is "overseeing other principals" and asks what they're going to tell the kids, Chalmers says the kids already know and they're happy for him. This is clearly a breakup allegory. - s20 ep19: Waverly Hills 9-0-2-1-D’oh

Chalmers lays down on Skinner's thigh and tells Skinner to hold his head and say soothing things - s20 ep21: Coming To Homerica

Skinner and Chalmers (and Agnes) have a firework show picnic in the background of a flashback scene - s22 ep10: Moms I'd Like to Forget

Skinner flirts with Chalmers and gets called a regular Casanova by him - s22 ep11: Flaming Moe

Skinner has a dream about being a cowboy and literally rides Chalmers - s25 ep7: Yellow Subterfuge

Demon ChalmSkinn's entire character - s26 ep4: Treehouse of Horror XXV

Skinner and Chalmers rub elbows and laugh about kids not being their problem after 6th grade - s26 ep22: Mathlete's Feat

Chalmers and Skinner share a virtual picnic date together in VR (except Chalmers is dating Skinner's grave in his POV) - s28 ep2: Friends and Family

Kearney asks Skinner if he likes Chalmers so much, why doesn't he marry him? Skinner says that as Superintendent Chalmers is basically married to all of his principals and smiles proudly - s30 ep1: Bart's Not Dead

Skinner performs the heimlich maneuver on Chalmers in a bafflingly suggestive way and uses his shirt and suit jacket as a pillow for him, and then gently strokes his head while saying "You're safe now" - s31 ep1: The Winter of Our Monetized Content

Just. Most of the episode. - s32 ep8: The Road to Cincinnati

Skinner and Chalmers have a Steamed Hams-themed Christmas card decorated with candy canes forming hearts in the credits - s32 ep16: Manger Things

Skinner and Chalmers get inside a closet to privately celebrate having a good, qualified teacher apply to their school - s33 ep18: My Octopus and a Teacher

If you know any more scenes that fit into these categories PLEASE tell me, I want to be as thorough as possible with this compilation.

[thelovelylolly]

Hi! Another request you can take as long as you want to do write this!:) a billy hargrove x yn based on the song heather by Conan grey! Fluffy ending please!:))

Heather

Summary: You wish you were Heather... Warnings: hurt/comfort, self-doubt, reader is described as shorter than billy, fem reader, not proofread bc im a bit lazy at the moment lol Word Count: 826 Notes: i cant believe its been like 4 years since conan gray dropped kid krow im going CRAZY AHH

Having a crush on Billy wasn't rare at Hawkins High. Only a few girls were able to win him over, but those were flings to Billy. You were one his best friends, so you saw these girls fawning over him first hand. You saw all the girls laughing just a bit to loud at his jokes and trying to get their hands on him. But you couldn't blame them, he was handsome and charismatic.

It was no surprise that you caught feelings for him, too. You were better at hiding them since you figured you weren't his type.

That's when Heather came into the picture.

She was, at first, like the other girls trying to get Billy's attention. Then, things changed into something else. It wasn't a fling like all those other times, Billy seemed to actually be interested in her. He took her on a nice dates, walked her to her classes, helped her study.

Of course, Billy still hung out with you, but it felt like he was slipping away. It frustrated you, yet you said nothing. He was happy and that was enough for you.

Heather was everything you wanted to be. She was smart, funny, talented, pretty. She was the kind girl next door, the girl everyone would want. You quickly came to terms that she was the girl for Billy, because that's how it always worked. The popular, perfect girl always ended up with the popular guy.

You were fine just standing to the side and letting your best friend be happy. Did it hurt watching your crush be with another girl? Sure, but it would pass.

It had to pass, right?

You tried to make it pass, but Billy started to hang out with Heather more often and spent less time with you. You knew they hadn't made anything official, but things could've changed since Billy didn't have time to tell you.

One day, you even saw her with his jean jacket around her shoulders as she walked to her next class.

That's when you started to distance yourself from Billy. You were still there for him if he needed you, but you didn't want it to look like you were trying to steal him away from Heather.

Sometimes, they would catch your eyes as they walked past you at lunch and it made your heart ache.

You really wished you were Heather.

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You were lounging around your living room on a Friday night, your parents having gone out with friends. You caught up on some magazines you followed and watched some shows, but you were bored. You'd usually spent your Friday nights with Billy doing dumb teenager stuff.

Now, you opted to stay in for the night.

You were flipping through one of your magazines when your doorbell rang. You sighed and tossed your magazine down onto the coffee table. You grabbed a nearby hoodie, not really paying attention to it, and pulled it over your tank top and sleep shorts.

You quickly went to your front door, sparing a quick glance out of the side windows before opening it.

Billy stood there, his hands in his pockets. You saw his eyes look you over before meeting yours.

"That's my hoodie," he said softly.

"What?"

"You're wearing my hoodie," he repeated, stepping inside.

You glanced down, noticing that he was right. He must've left it the last time he was over. You looked back up and saw a smile on his face along with blush on his cheeks.

"What are you doing here, Billy?" You asked.

"I..."

"You...?"

He sighed before pulling his hands out of his pockets and cupping your face with them. He quickly closed the space between you, giving you a short yet passionate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept your face in his hands.

"I really like you."

"R-really?" You asked, still processing if that kiss was real or not. "But what about Heather?"

"She didn't want anything serious," he answered, his hands slowly drifting down to your waist. "And she made me realize that I really just wanted you, she even told me to tell you that I like you."

A smile pulled at your lips as you felt your face heat up. "You got a taste of your own medicine, huh?"

He chuckled. "Guess so."

"Can I be honest?"

He nodded.

"I've liked you for a long time."

You reached up and cupped his cheeked, pulling him into another kiss.

"I could tell," he murmured against your lips.

You pulled away, playfully hitting him as he laughed. "You jerk!"

"I had a good reason why I didn't say anything!" He quickly said. "I promise."

You closed the door behind him then took his hand in yours, leading him to the living room. Then, you smiled and replied, "looks like we have time for you to explain."

He smiled, getting butterflies from knowing that he was the reason you were smiling. "Gladly, sweetheart."

[cyber-dump-171]

Chapter 2: Weirdos

Objection! Stand your ground! Marvelous! (Twisted Wonderland x Reader)

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Word count: 5.4 k.

WARNING: N/A

Note: sorry it took me a while to upload, I had to get a uni project done but now I'm almost finished with it! Thank you for the likes, reblogs, and comments! This chapter is based on chapter 2 of the manga “Disney Twisted Wonderland - Episode of Heartslaby

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“LET ME GO!” the gray creature screams in response, trying to escape from the arms of the crow man, who has no intention of letting him go. As their figures become smaller and smaller, the room seems to return to normal, the students talking in whispers about the chaos that happened just a few minutes ago and making jokes about the little monsters' “pathetic or laughable wish.”

You don't want to talk about it, much less think about what's going on around you. You've long passed the stage of denial, the things in front of you are concrete evidence that the crow man's speech was not a lie. 

Now, you're scared, a feeling of doom mixed with nausea twists your stomach into pretty bows as you slowly make your way toward Yuuken and the coffin man. You're pushing down and drowning feelings that are meant to be addressed, but honestly, right now, what else are you supposed to do? 

You convince yourself that the best option, for now, is to swallow the bitter pill, find a way to get out of this situation as soon as possible and return safely home. Furthermore, you can have an existential crisis later.

You kneel down in front of the man, getting a better look at his features as you do a preliminary scan of his body for any noticeable injuries. ‘Could this be?’ Despite the commotion and the fall from a considerable height, his slicked-back blond hair is completely intact, not a single hair out of place. His breathing is even, meaning there are no deep internal injuries or anything too dangerous to worry about… for now.

There is no blood on his cream-colored satin shirt, except for a few specks of dirt and dust from the debris, and the only injuries are a few scratches on his hands, some of his fingers adorned with expensive but tasteful jewelry, the same goes for his ears and neck. 

'He looks like he stepped right out of a fashion magazine.' Your hand gently grips his chin as you lift his head, moving it from side to side, his eyes still closed. His left cheek has a cut two fingers below the eye, but fortunately, it's not too deep. “Enma, please hold his head up, I'll treat the wound,” you gently release his chin and reach for your bag, quickly finding a small white plastic box. 

Although you are not clumsy, your classmates are, especially two of your middle school friends who are always fighting or pulling pranks that ended in bruises, cuts, or tears. The school nurse was never around for some reason, and after the third injury, which ended with a particularly nasty cut on your forehead, you made sure to carry a small first-aid kit in case of emergency. While your friends have moved away, you've subconsciously kept it with you, even though you rarely use it. You appreciate your overthinking and safety precautions.

Yuuken lets go of his gym bag, the items inside clattering rather loudly as they hit the ground, drawing the attention of some students sitting on a nearby bench, though they quickly return to their conversation. The Kendo student softly grabs both sides of the young man's head, who groans in response, before holding it in your direction, just in time for you to open the package and take out a small alcohol wipe.

“This will sting a little,” you quietly warn before gently pressing the wet cotton against the wound, the young man wincing in response as he inhales, though his eyes remain closed. Passing the swab a few times, you remove most of the blood and dirt from his face before reaching for the box and pulling out a bandage, placing it on top of the cut.

“Thank you kindly,” he whispers in return, as you roll up the trash and stuff it into one of the inside pockets of your bag. You'll find a place to throw it away later. Exchanging a single glance, you and Yuuken stand up and take each of the man's arms and swing them over your shoulders, helping him to lift himself off the ground. 

“Let’s get out of here while we can,” the Kendo student nods at your quiet words, and the two of you prepare to make your way out of the building before the crow man returns, which was your original plan before the monster wreaked havoc. Unfortunately, before you can take another step, you're stopped by the redhead whose name you learned is Riddle Rosehearts, as he angrily points his pen at you.

“You! How dare you insult me just now!?” he asks, irritated, his gray eyes fixed on your bewildered expression. “What!? How did I insult you? We barely interacted before!” your brain sorts through every single memory since the very moment you awakened in this cursed place, trying to figure out how you could — wait…

“Are you offended that I didn't let you get hit by that giant fireball!?” you ask, dumbfounded at the audacity of this man. Riddle's eyebrows furrowed in response to your question, a scowl etching his pale face. ‘What an insufferable dude! I didn’t mean to steal his stupid thunder.’ “Let me make this very clear to you… This is the same as insulting the Queen of Hearts, and I will have your head for it!” have your head!? He’s going to kill you!? Before you can even retaliate to the insane comment, a dry laugh at your side interrupts the confrontation.

“Insult? Heh, you’re quite sensitive if you believe that my friend removing you out of harm's way is an ‘insult’,” the blond man chuckles before lifting his head, icy blue eyes staring mockingly at Riddle. 

The redhead's confidence does not waiver as the piercing eyes stare back at him, Riddle only tightens his grip on the pen. You believe that the light is more likely playing some tricks, because, why is the house warden’s face turning redder? The blond man simply barks a laugh at his actions. “What? Cat got your tongue, 'queen'? You seemed eager to rant to my friend just now. What happened to your self-confidence?” his head lulls to the side as if he were a doll, a Cheshire grin decorating his lips.

Quickly, the blonde man slides his wrists out of your and Yuuken's grasp before lazily standing up and shoving his jewel-adorned hands into the front pockets of his pants. You have a bad feeling, even though he's mocking the redhead, you feel a murderous intent emit from the blonde man as he suddenly straightens his back and cracks his neck, a loud "pop" reaches your eyes and you automatically cringe.

His movements are slow but taunting as he makes his way over to Riddle, a cold smile on his lips, and the atmosphere becomes heavy and tense. The rest of the nearby students notice it too, quietly yelling at the rest of the people in the back to "shut up," and the people sitting on a nearby balcony lean forward to pay close attention to the scene. You've just noticed them. For his part, the house warden slowly backs away, and you can tell he's beginning to feel intimidated, though his face doesn't waver.

“Go on, I’m interested in finding out how you’re going to cut their head off. Will you use a knife, a cleaver, or will you point that pen at them and cast a spell like you did at the cat? Or perhaps… you spill nothing but empty threats?” the students beside you whisper excitedly at the confrontation, some even pulling out their phones to record, the spectacle before them must be amazing.

As the little man opens his mouth to retaliate, two figures suddenly rush forward, one of them a young man with green hair and a small black clover on his left cheek, placing a firm hand on the house warden’s shoulder. “Riddle, why don't we all calm down and wait for the Headmaster to return?” finally! Someone in this room with some common sense! 

At the sudden appearance of these two figures, the blond man rolls his eyes and backs away, deciding to stand right next to you, the smile now turns into an amused grin, and he chuckles darkly next to you. “Pfft, what a boring show,” he mutters lowly, his sharp eyes briefly connecting with yours, but his gaze returns to face the tiny tyrant. 

The murderous aura is now gone, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. ‘This guy… Yuuken and I have to be careful around him, he feels like a ticking bomb, poking at others for his own amusement.’

"Calm down? Why should I, when these three have done nothing but cause trouble and ruin the entrance ceremony!? They're guilty of misconduct,” Riddle sneers, his eyes focused on you. Did he forget that the chaos was caused by some random creature that broke through a window and proceeded to set the entire room on fire? Also, the concept of 'calm' or 'rationality 'is completely absent from this guy's vocabulary.

The green-haired man sighs, gritting his teeth at the redhead's reaction. However, despite the obvious frustration toward the house warden, his expression quickly changes to one of warm nervousness as the man laughs in response. It's almost like a mother's reaction to an upset child, attempting to quiet him down before he throws a tantrum. ‘Interesting.’

“Still, this is the first day for these guys, they don't know all the rules of this place,” and you're back to square one. You're momentarily distracted when the second figure, a man with orange hair partially pulled back into a ponytail, squeezes between you and Yuuken and places a warm hand on both of your shoulders, side-eyeing and avoiding the blonde man. “Yep! Soooo, can you maybe let them off the hook this time?”

You just shake your head, a tired sigh leaving your lips. “Please, we're not here to enroll, this is a mistake. We want nothing to do with this, we just want to go home!” you sound like a broken record at this point, mentally exhausted by the stubborn people who seem to be completely deaf to your words. The orange-haired man gives you a small, pitiful smile as he gently pats you on the shoulder.

“Why do you keep spouting such nonsense? The black carriage wouldn’t pick up a person who has no magical abilities,” as soon as Riddle finishes his sentence, a booming sound resonates within the walls of the room as you notice some movement in the background. In the mirror, which bizarrely shows no reflection, a sea of green flames appears, dancing fervently, and moments later, a stoic theatrical mask comes into view. “It is as you said.”

You stop dead in your tracks, the world around you momentarily comes to a halt as the monotone words spoken by the mirror reach your ears. ‘That voice… it was the one that was speaking to me before I got run over by that horse.’ It seems that you're not the only one who recognizes it, as when you turn to look at Yuuken and the blond man, their faces are ones of shock and surprise.

“You… you were the one inside my head,” Yuuken, who had been relatively quiet throughout the entire confrontation, mutters under his breath, his owlish gaze glued to the magic mirror. Though the mask pays them no mind, continuing with his monologue. “No color, no shape, nothing.”

The entire room falls silent, several eyes now staring at you, watching and examining your every move. They feel like vultures, waiting for your reaction as if you three were vulnerable prey. But, you ignore them, more focused on looking for the answers to the questions that have been eating at your brain for the entire evening.

“Did you bring us here? If so, why us?” you make your way towards the towering mirror, the warm hand that was previously placed on your shoulder now falling back towards the orange-haired man’s side. Yet the soulless, dark eyes of the mask just stare back at you without answering any of your questions. 

A pair of footsteps make their way towards your right side and the smell of expensive sandalwood and cinnamon cologne reaches your nostrils, as the unknown blonde man scoffs. “What? You too as well? Are all of you this rude or are we just simply not worthy in your presence?” behind you, Riddle gasps in shock and you can feel the incoming verbal attack from the redheaded even if you’re standing so far away from him.

“My goodness! Tonight has turned out to be quite a night! First, that monster raccoon wreaking havoc, and now this,” the room turns to face the voice that speaks from the entrance. The crow man has returned, this time without a certain noisy monster in his arms, long gone after he went out to throw it off the school grounds. “But if that's the case, then we will have to send you three back to your homes. After all, we cannot accept magicless students here.”

Yes! Finally! Thank whatever god or entity has heard your pleas! As the crow man walks towards the mirror, passing Riddle, and the other quiet students, you can't help but almost cry tears of joy at the thought of finally being able to return home and leave this nightmare of a day and place behind.

As soon as you get home, you'll tell your dad to shove that part-time job at the police station where the sun doesn't shine, and you'll lock yourself inside your bedroom for the rest of the summer, completely forgetting that this day ever happened. You’ll never set foot near the police station unless it’s necessary.

The crow man, standing in front of the mirror, stretches his arms out to his sides, a powerful aura suddenly emanating from his body as a mysterious wind shakes the crystal chandelier and the charred curtains. “O, Mirror of Darkness, guide these children back to where they belong!” you close your eyes in anticipation, waiting to wake up somewhere in the streets or inside the police station. ‘Just get us out of here!’

Yet, there’s a terrifying silence, one that takes what feels like hours to break, but in reality, it’s a few seconds. “It is nowhere to be found. Nowhere in this world does there exist a place where these three souls belong,” the voice booms the terrifying reality and the whispers of the students come back at full force.

You can't describe how you feel right now, the only word that comes to mind is "dread." You want to cry, scream at the sky, curse whoever dragged you to this place. You place a hand on your chest, feeling your heart beating a mile an hour, your breath coming in short gasps as you try to calm yourself internally. 'Now is not the time, I have to keep a cool head, I have nothing to gain if I just start to panic!'

“That can't be true! If our place doesn't exist, how is it possible that the carriage picked us up!?” Yuuken appears on your left side, his face drained of color, and you notice his chest rise and fall rapidly, experiencing the same emotions as you. The blonde man on your opposite side is eerily quiet, however, you feel him nod at the black-haired words. 

It’s true what Yuuken says, how can the mirror possibly claim that the world you’re from doesn’t exist? Unless you’ve somehow been living inside a simulation, your body once occupied a physical space back in your world where you experience sensations like touch, smell, and taste. 

You suffered from injuries, a broken finger, scraped knees, knife cuts, burns, and even two rejections. You’ve laughed, smiled, cried, been angry, felt proud, scared and so many other emotions in places that you remember clearly in your memory. 

At this point, you’ve come to accept that you’re nowhere near home, you’re stuck in a place where magic is real and palpable, perhaps you’ve somehow ended up in a different plane of existence, but, for your world to not be even real? 

No… that can’t be… claiming that your world does not exist is a blatant lie! Whatever is going on here, either somebody is hiding the truth and playing dumb or your captor has decided to play a cruel game and involve other people in it. ‘That mirror is by far the most suspicious one out of anyone in the room, but it looks like he won’t let up easily, so how can I get answers from him?’

“Where are you three from again?” you’re snapped out of your thoughts by the gentle voice of the crow man, who in your stupor, failed to notice him has turned around to face you three. His golden gaze is a lot softer as he addresses the three of you, most likely taking pity at the words of the mirror.

“We're from a town called Kotohira, in Kagawa Prefecture, Japan,” the faces of those in front of you are painted with puzzled expressions, the red-head even closing his eyes in an attempt to rack his brain attempting to remember if there even is a place with that name in this world. Unfortunately, judging by the crow man’s expression, your hometown doesn’t ring a bell.

“Where exactly is this? Many of our students come from all over the world, but I've never heard of this place,” suddenly, as if an idea had dawned on him, the crow man's eyes narrowed as a hand scratches his chin. His soft eyes quickly switching to a scrutinizing gaze. “Are you... please don't tell me you three are lying to me.”

‘I wish I had selective hearing like these guys.’ You're tired, you're usually good at debating and dealing with stubborn people, experience from school and multiple part-time jobs have blessed you with those skills, but it seems the exhaustion of the day coupled with an existential crisis has completely drained you to the bone. You just want to go home.

A tired and purposely loud sigh leaves your lips as your hands dig through your bag, looking for your wallet. “Believe me, we have nothing to gain by lying to you. Here, you two... if you have any kind of identification, we should show it to him to clear our names,” you don't wait for the others as you hand two small cards to the crow man: one is an Individual Number Card and the other is a motorcycle license. You point a finger towards the residency line, as the crow man examines the small object with great interest.

The other two dig through their pockets as well, Yuuken hands over his high school ID, while the blond man almost hands over three cards, but chooses at the last minute to give only one to the crow man, a Japanese driver's license. Though he quickly tucks it away, you manage to catch a glimpse of the other two IDs, noticing that each is a different color and even has a different language.

The extravagant man examines the cards, yet shakes his head after a few seconds. "I see... my, this is quite puzzling. I'm terribly sorry, but I've never heard of this place before, so if the mirror says it can't return you there... I'm afraid I can't do much either", the crow man hands you back your IDs with a disappointed yet perplexed look.

So this is it? You're stuck here with no way to get home? You feel the color draining from your face as your legs suddenly turn to jelly, the headache increasing in intensity as countless thoughts swirl in your mind. No matter how hard you try to suppress your emotions, you have run out of ideas on how to get home, as such, panic has made itself home in your cognition.

Fortunately, you don't fall into your dark thoughts when Yuuken suddenly grabs your wrist and looks at the crow man with a fierce gaze. “If the carriage found a way to get us here from our world, we can find it ourselves. So we'll make it back on our own. Thank you very much for your help!” you don't get a chance to protest as the Kendo student begins to drag you towards the exit. 

His grip is rather gentle on your wrist, the complete opposite of the harsh tone he used to address the rest of the people in the room. Yet you can’t help but go into overdrive at the idea the kendo student proposed. “Wait, Enma, how is that going to work? We don't even know what path the carriage took!” you whisper to him, worried about where to start looking. 

Yet Yuuken simply turns to you, a small smile on his face, switching his grip from your wrist to hold your left hand, those sharp eyes giving you a warm look, as if to comfort you. “Sorry, but it's better than just standing here and dealing with these guys, right?” well, he has a good point. 

The blond man, amused by the whole confrontation, doesn't spare a glance at the stunned crowd as he quietly follows you two, the pain from the earlier fall not affecting his movements at all. You make a mental note to check for bruises on his torso once you're in a safe place away from all these people, as you highly doubt that falling from that height would leave him unscathed.

“Goodness! You three! Hold on a second!” as if snapping from a dream, believing that the words declared by Yuuken were nothing but a product of his imagination, the crow suddenly shouts, his voice now sounding far away. 

At a fast pace, you and the other two men finally reach the gigantic oak doors that shield this room from the outside world, ignoring the command of the extravagant man. Yuuken uses his free hand to push the doors open, a gust of wind invades the room, in its invisible yet short path, it ruffles and messes with the hair and clothes of those sitting near the entrance and blows out the candles on a candelabra that managed to survive the monster's attack.

The air feels very good on your skin, which still suffers from the high temperature caused by the beast's fire. It's a momentary relief from the turmoil that has taken place in less than an hour.

“My, this landscape looks like something out of a fantasy book. What a breathtaking view,” the blond man's voice startles you as he suddenly stands at your right side, causing you to turn your head to look at him in surprise. The man chuckles softly at your reaction before his slender fingers gently grasp your chin, forcing you to look at what lies before you.

Your cheeks turn slightly red and warm at the sudden contact but you have to agree with his statement, as in front of you stretches a magnificent huge land filled with trees and night lights, and nestled among the lush greenery are various gothic-style buildings. At the edge of the horizon, you notice the majestic and ever-expanding blue deep sea hidden behind pointy rocky mountains, while the beautiful moon hangs over it, its warm yellow light reflected in the ripples of the water. 

‘We are either on an island or somewhere near the beach. In either case, we might be near a port. The crow man did say that the students from this school come from all over the world, perhaps the carriage or our coffins were transported via boat.’

However, Yuuken isn't as mesmerized by the view, and he drops his gym bag while looking up at the sky in utter shock. Following his gaze, you notice several cloaked students floating in the air as they mount antique broomsticks. "Dude, Misato's gonna fucking flip out when we tell him what happened at the entrance ceremony," two students laugh as they fly off, most likely to harass their friend.

The Kendo student rubs his eyes hastily, as if he had just woken up and thought he was still dreaming. “I’m not seeing things, right?… Pembroke, where are we?” he sounds so desperate and lost as he questions what he sees. Your stomach twists in knots as you can’t find a feasible answer to give him, you just shake your head with a solemn look. 

If the thought that your home doesn't exist and that you're somewhere you can't recognize is driving you to near despair and madness, you can't even begin to imagine how your other two companions feel. They were ripped away from their families, friends, and their lives, ending up in an unknown magical fantasy world with hostile people and no current way to return.

The blond man, however, seems more curious about his surroundings than worried, perhaps that is his way of dealing with whatever is going on. He begins to walk down the massive flight of stone stairs, pausing momentarily to turn to look back at you two with a mischievous smile yet his eyes are warm. “Weren’t you the one who suggested we find our way back? Let's go, we lose precious minutes just standing around.”

The man extends his hand towards you, the jewels on his fingers shining beautifully against the moonlight and this whole scene reminds you of the end of a fairy tale, where the protagonists set out on their way to the unknown destination.

However, there is something that has been eating at your brain out of pure curiosity since the moment the blond opened his eyes. The description of the two policemen inside the file room repeats itself over and over again every time your sight lands on the man. “Excuse me, before we go, I want to ask you a question,” you walk down a couple of stairs to stand in front of him, having to tilt your head up a little to be able to look him in the eyes. He nods, a flash of curiosity momentarily lighting his eyes up at your question.

"You are... Figaro Koskela, right?" upon hearing his name leave your lips, you notice his face darken, and what seems like a scowl etches on his face, but it is a reaction that is practically fleeting, being replaced with a mocking smile. “Oh my, what a lovely surprise! Are you perhaps a fan of my work?” you can clearly hear that his cheerful tone is completely forced, compared to the way he mocked Riddle earlier which seemed a lot more natural. You don't understand why his name brings him such disgust, but you won't pry on it.

“Unfortunately, I haven't had the pleasure of witnessing your works. Actually, I know you because you disappeared two days ago while returning from a party,” his eyes widen and you notice his elegant air disappear the moment the words leave your mouth. You turn to look at the Kendo student, who is now paying close attention to the conversation between the two of you. “Yuuken... you too have been declared missing, after you left the gym.”

You don't waste a single breath as you tell them everything you know: the information you gathered at the police station, the bizarre sound, and the corrupted CCTV footage. You also quietly accept that you've most likely suffered the same fate as your two companions have.

Yuuken's face turns pale and his lips tremble as you recount his grandmother's sobs and worried face, he quickly ducks his head and hides his face from you as a hand shoots up and harshly wipes away his tears. Fígaro, on the other hand, looks somber, lost in his thoughts as he stares at the horizon. 

You didn't want to hide any of this, as it might be important information to explain why you suddenly appeared in this strange world. But seeing their reaction, your stomach twists into knots as you scratch your fingers nervously. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," you apologize softly, but your voice snaps both men out of their thoughts. Yuuken sniffles, painfully trying to hide his feelings from you and puts on a strong front, though his red and swollen eyes betray him. “No, it's okay. Thank you for telling us,” Fígaro nods at the black-haired words, and his dark expression changes to one of warmth. “We should still follow Enma's original plan, it might lead us back home.”

But before you can nod in agreement, a pair of hurried footsteps catches up with you and you turn to face the crow man, who is standing at the giant doors, slightly out of breath and clutching his staff to his chest. “You three... my, you walk fast... it's dangerous to walk around at night in a place you don't know! Especially since you three have no magical abilities,” the crow man chokes on his breath as he speaks in a rather shrill tone. His expensive shoes click loudly on the stone steps as he walks towards you three, his decorated fingers ruffling his feathered coat, dusting off any dirt, and adjusting his mask.

He clears his throat as the tip of his wooden cane thumps loudly on the floor. “But since I'm so gracious, I have a suggestion!” you cringe quietly at his self-complement, but Fígaro and Yuuken seem more interested in the latter part of his sentence, paying close attention to the extravagant man. “There's an empty house that was once used as a dormitory. It would break my heart to kick you out, so you three can stay there in the meantime!”

The suggestion sounds good, in fact, considering your circumstances, it sounds almost too perfect. He was so adamant just a moment ago that non-magical students can’t be here, and yet, he suddenly offers a home? Even though the crow man seems more than excited about the proposal, you still have your doubts, and it seems that your companions do as well.

“Wait, wait, don't be too hasty, there's a catch, isn't there? I highly doubt that you're just offering us a free place to stay out of the goodness of your heart…” There are kind people in this world, you don't doubt it, but something tells you that this man isn't just going to let you stay here for free, even if he's aware of your circumstances. 

Of course, you hit the nail right on the head as the crow man closes his eyes and smiles at you with a wide grin. "Ah, you would make such an exemplary student! Why, yes! I can't just let you mooch off me, so, food and clothing will have to come out of your own pockets," he walks by the three of you, his cape flowing with the wind, and quickly turns to face you, though, you can't help but feel slightly intimidated by him.

“As such, I would like you to do some jobs around the campus. Don’t worry the pay is good” - you highly doubt that-  “Oh my, my kindness truly knows no bounds!” you cringe at his abundant self-love, but thankfully, the crow man doesn’t notice as he heads down the stairs with a slight bounce. “Now, come along, children!”

As the night wind blows caressing your skin, you look up to face the dark sky that’s decorated with small silver stars and the comforting moon. Somewhere out there, is your world, your home, slowly rotating. There, in Kotohira, your family must be worried for you, desperately searching for you in every nook and cranny. Yuuken’s grandparents and Fígaros guardians are most likely conflicted and distressed as their children are nowhere to be found.

‘Will we… be able to return home one day?’ After all, the proposition of a place to stay and a job is a sign that you won’t get out of here any time soon.

Yuuken, sensing your distress as you failed to move from your spot, gently intertwined your hand with his and slightly tugs at it, directing your attention from the never-ending void to his eyes. A warm gaze comforts your nervousness and you can’t help but return his kindness with a small smile. “Come on, let’s go.”

You nod and follow along. However, you fail to notice a pair of green eyes watching you.

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[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Specifically the support team with a tall fem! Reader! (To be detailed like 6'0ft and over 6'0 if in heels)

Just admit you people have mommy issues. I cannot take this ask seriously lord please help me.

Tall Fem!reader with the TF2 Support mercs

Warning: mildly NSFW. why are you doing this to me. I’m a gay cis dude irl

Sniper:

- Fucking short circuits. Think brock levels of simping from pokemon. Maybe not outwardly but on the inside he’s promising you the world. Wishes to be your little step tool. Every time you play rough with him he becomes a submissive little shit. Goes “oowwww :(((“ when he’d otherwise not. Other Mercs are outstanded on how fast you humbled him. Regardless of your relationship with him he’ll ask you if you could be his mother figure because his current mother is.. Well I mean she’s dead. This is entirely non-sexual.

- 50 points if goth girl and 100 points if trans girl. He’s into men and nonbinary folk too but whenever it’s a girl, it’s always mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry.

- Gets oddly soft with you and nobody else. Becomes clingy and desperate for your attention to the extent of protecting you on the battlefield and overall showing off with his shots. Becomes more awkward than he usually would. Stumbles over his words and panics when speaking to you. You find it cute.

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Medic:

- “Ah! Yes! the new person. Hello little fräulein!” He immediately turned around and waved to greet you the first time… Before slowly realizing your head was higher than his shoulders and trailed his eyes upward. Meeting your gaze with awkward silence. He had bent down suspecting an innocent, small and adorable woman and so had to immediately stand up and straighten his posture. A majority of girls from his village were abhorrently short.

- “Ah… I see…” He turns away and fixes his glasses. Going back to whatever the hell math he was jotting on his chalkboard. You could vaguely make out it was some sort of failsafe for in case the medigun failed to deploy charge. You were more intrigued over the fact you were taller than this man. You leaned over his head to check your height— Which made him nervous of course.

- “Must you be so nosey? Hah! Relax. It’s not a shrink ray or anything!” He joked. You didn’t know if you should be offended by that or that or not. “Of course, mind you, I do know how to make that. But I don’t have the time nor resources sadly. Then again, everybody must be shrunken to you.” Medic then proceeds to suppress his mild attraction to you; instead opting to tear you to shreds with his sick roasts about your height. Wow, somebody’s insecure.

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Spy:

- BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF!!!!! Heterosexual beams primed. Neurons activated. Eyes bulge out of head awooga awooooga

- ONE single glance of you is all it takes and his seduction skills become second nature. The next day you find roses on the end table next to your bed. With a letter, written in flawless english incursive about meeting you on the roof of the base after sunset. The letter even had hints of his sweet smelling cologne on it. Talk about overkill.

- Well you see him there and he’s there, leaning against the railing with his suit unbuttoned. His tie hanging loose on his neck and treating himself to a glass of wine. “Ah, pardon me mademoiselle, I’m afraid the deserts of this country are a bit.. Harsh on me sometimes.” You have never seen such a cheesy display in your entire life. There’s even a picnic table there with candles and dinner. You almost wanted to dropkick him because of how disgustingly sweet this was. Yuck.

[hueningsloverr]

౨ৎ love !

pairing: huening kai x reader summary: you spent a while thinking love isn't real until someone makes you reconsider word count: 0.5k tw: allusions to sa (never fully mentioned simply hinted at) extra: i'm back (how longs it been?)

love wasn't real - at least not according to you in january of your freshman year of high school. you had just broken up with your boyfriend, your first boyfriend. it wasn't working out, and the stress of school and trying to maintain a healthy relationship was getting to you.

he didn't take it well.

he was able to prove love wasn't a real thing because overnight the love he harbored for you turned to hate, and suddenly all your friends had you marked as public enemy number one.

love wasn't any realer two months later when the only boy - only person - you had been able to trust locked you in a closet. whoever came up with the name 'seven minutes in heaven' clearly had the wrong idea about which part of the afterlife that game originated from.

but then huening kai came along. he was different, something you noticed from the start. at first it was subtle, the way he smiled, listened, and understood everything. then it was how treated people with genuine kindness, and the way he was able to make everyone feel seen.

it took time for you to let your guard down. in your eyes, why would kai be any different? but he was patient, far too patient for a teenage boy. he didn't push or pry, he simple existed. when you struggled with your homework, he was there to help. when you felt overwhelmed by the whispers and the gossip, he was there to distract you with stories and jokes. when you felt like you couldn’t trust anyone, he was there, proving trust wasn’t something that needed to be earned, but something that could be given freely.

the first time you realized you might actually care for him was on a rainy afternoon in april. you were soaked and miserable, and he showed up with an umbrella and your favorite hot drink, having somehow known exactly where you’d be.

as he walked you home, you felt something shift inside you. it wasn’t sudden, like a bolt of lightning. it was slow, like the blooming of a flower after the frost fades.

with kai, love didn’t feel like the cliche battlefield. it felt like coming home.

it was in the quiet moments, the shared laughter, the understanding looks. it was in the way he respected your boundaries, never pushing for more than you were willing to give. it was in the way he supported your dreams, encouraged your passions, celebrated your victories, and comforted you in your defeats.

love with kai wasn’t about grand gestures or dramatic declarations. it was about consistency, about showing up day after day, about choosing each other even when it wasn’t easy.

trust, respect, and genuine affection.

it was about friendship that blossomed into something more, something deeper.

and for the first time, you realized maybe love was real.

maybe it was just a matter of finding the right person to share it with. and maybe, just maybe, that person was kai.

a/n: completely based off of my high school experience and the love i wish to one day find

©2024 - all rights reserved to hueningsloverr, please do not plagiarise or translate any of my work

[your-highnessmarvel]

Tommy's Girl

Requested by @bunnyanon: Hey, I would like to request a jealous Tom Hiddleston x y/n fic based on Jesse’s girl but by the end is with Tom. -🐇

AN: I REALLY HOPE that this was with the song rick springfield lMAO or else well, this is awkward.

Warnings: None, just some cute Tom pining after youuuuu

*gif not mine

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MASTERLIST

Tom watches you for a while before he understands that he likes you.

"So then, if you think I'm bullshitting, you have to yell it before the next person plays," you say.

"Of course," he answers.

"And then, if i'm not bullshitting, you have to pick up the entire stack!" you continue.

Here he is, pretending he doesn't know how to play bullshit. Because he has a massive crush on you.

You. One of his mate's brother's girl.

"Say that again," he says, pretending to be confused, leaning over the table as if he can't hear you over the noise of his friends around.

You proudly tell him the rules again, and this close, he can smell your intoxicating perfume.

He loves the way your eyes challenge him when he calls bullshit on you. He loves the way you laugh, squint your eyes, mouth stretched over your teeth. You're so careless, so clueless that he can't help but stare.

God, he wished you were his girl.

Every time your boyfriend would come to the table and kiss you on the cheek, Tom had to rip his eyes from the sight. Every touch, every inside joke, every whispered word - you should be sharing that with him.

But tom was a gallant man.

"Again, y/n!" he says, loudly, taking your attention away from your boyfriend.

You happily play along.

And every other time Tom and his mates hang, you're there, playing bullshit with Tom.

And every birthday party, every celebration, every holiday season - he wishes he had you.

And every wedding invite he opens in the mail, he begs the holy father above that it isn't yours.

Until his mate has a house party to celebrate his new promotion. And you're not there. But Tom's mate's brother is... without you. Your boyfriend, here, without you.

Tom has to be slick about this. Because he wants you so badly that he would rather cut his toes off than risk making any mistakes that jeopardizes his chances with you.

So he asks his mate with your boyfriend seems off. He tells Tom not to worry about it.

He tries to talk to that girl you hang with but there's no opening to bring you up.

So he calls his agent, gives him your name, and tells him he needs to return something to you. Just a phone number would do.

As soon as he gets the digits, he escapes the house and texts you.

where are you? -tom

where where?

Hilarious.

at Jason's.

Oh... me and my boyfriend broke up. i'm sorry, but i won't be coming back for another game of bullshit

Tom takes a second, relishing in that weird jealous feeling that was suddenly not a heavy weighted blanket over his shoulders.

please. can i see you?

You reply almost instantly.

yes

You weren't his girl by the end of that night, no. But Tom had admitted his feelings and given you the space you needed to heal. And by the next time an invite to his next movie's red carpet came in Tom's mail, he was happy to put your name down under his plus one.

[obae-me]

Hello, and welcome to another installment of niche content containing another mash of my two special interests. Written out of boredom at the airport. Today's edition, fueled with my excitement of being able to go to none other than Miku Expo 2024, I give:

The Brothers As My Favorite Vocaloid Songs!

Yes, I know, please, quell your excitement. I know everyone was waiting for this one. I will take no criticisms or judgments, only enthusiastic additions.

Warning: While nothing stated in this post needs a full content warning, if anyone decides to look up these songs, many songs themselves have plenty of individual warnings, so please search with caution.

Lucifer:

Now, the song I think he'd actually enjoy listening to is Daughter of Evil. It's got tragedy behind it, the song is a bit more classical/waltzy, exactly the kind of thing he likes. However based off his vibes alone, I'm gonna say Honey I'm Home. Mostly because I love Ghost and Pals but also because religious trauma. And I know other people agree with me because I've seen fanart of it.

Mammon:

I think Mammon would listen to Sand Planet. Oo, or Bring it On. Do I have a detailed explanation as to why? Not really in so many words, but it just seems like something he'd listen to, I feel it in my bones. I will not be taking any questions. Now the song I think he embodies? Wildcard. I mean, the whole motif is about playing cards, it's upbeat and fast paced and I love it and I love Kasane Teto even more.

Levi:

I will physically fight anyone who doesn't think Levi listens to Rolling Girl at least once a day (I won't actually fight anyone but I feel very strongly on this matter). It helps him get through hard times but it also makes him cry. Which...same, Levi, same. But if Leviathan were to be a song itself, I'd have to pass it over to Volt Tackle by Deco*27. Pokémon, talking about fighting and struggling at first to capture someone's love? Oo, or Digital Girl. It's got him written all over it. (Or if I want to be sad, give him Anthropophobia)

Satan:

See, Satan is hard because I never know if I envision him listening to heavy metal or if he prefers soft melodies. And, I mean, I know he can like more than one genre at once, but picking THE song I think he'd listen to is hard... but if I'm going off of what I like as well as gut instinct... Abstract Nonsense. Now, selected off his character, I'd have to pick Hikari Yo. It's just very emotional and desperate and the poor demon boi is like that on the inside quite a lot. WAIT or Pathalogical Facade! Oo, lots of options for Good Ol Satan.

Asmo:

Easy, he'd love Gimmie×Gimmie and I don't think I need any further explanation on this opinion. I actually think Asmo would unironically like a lot of vocaloid songs, personally. And as for his songification, I handpick Aishite, Aishite, Aishite. And I know there's a lot of different people's interpretations to this song and everything and people get very... I guess territorial when it comes to this song (at least from specific corners I've seen) but it makes sense to me. It's a really popular song and it's hauntingly beautiful and it's about wanting to be loved and adored and this is MY post so I can say whatever I want about it.

Beel:

Beel is another one that's hard for me to pin down... I think his music taste (joke not intended) is rather eclectic. He probably actually has no real preference other than more upbeat songs to make it easier to work out to. In which case I get to pick whatever I wish. For him I would make him listen to Happy Halloween. I don't care what time of year it is, it's cute and upbeat and about getting treats and it's one of my favorite songs ever. Now one to embody him?... Goodness that's even harder. I would love to say Appetite of a People Pleaser, but Beel's not a people pleaser... I actually don't know! Maybe I am a sham of a fan. I am open to suggestions for my baby Beel.

Belphie:

You know I have to pick Tokyo Teddy Bear. This mans is too edgy not to listen to it all too often. Plus, it's a classic. And, you know I have to make this all even sadder by giving him the song Error. Because I like to make myself cry. And Belphie needs a good cry, let's be honest with ourselves.

I'm also going to add the Distortanist as an honorable mention for unhinged Lesson 16 Belphie.