#but im not quite keen on... whatever this is...

[expatesque]

chefs aren’t always good long-term partners but they sure fuck

Hahaha okay fine I'm going out with him tonight

[raspberry-gloaming]

I personally love when Classic villains come back as the monster of the week, but I'm more neutral/nervous for how it will be handled for like finale/big arc villains in nuwho like Sutekh and the Rani

I'm curious to know how typical my opinions are here.

[meganegatari]

heh.. okay, so you asked for different.. rubs hands together villaniously as i materialize from the bottomless shadows..

sub!vampire!ellie biting/bloodsucking denial.. reminding her how much of a good girl she needs to be even when your wrist is practically just brushing past her lips to cradle her face.. or when the weakest bead of blood is pricked from your finger.. flaunting it.. teasing.. goddess bless throw in whatever else you see fit freakmaster

TEMPTATION WAITS

before you read! ▪︎ my masterlist ☆: co-president...this is absolutely divine...shoulda seen the way i dropped everything for this im literally #TWEAKING. new fav thing i've ever written methinks. title song. (vibes aren't there but the title was too good.) ps: if you spot any typos i wrote this with one hand. KIDDING...or am i? divider creds—cafekitsune. ◇: not outright smut, but still suggestive!! and nsfw is described. fluffy end bc i think she earned it, lore sprinkled in because why nawt it's interesting, finger sucking (e! receiving), this is maybe a lil ooc idrc, she's described as looking quite ill in her vampiric form + begs like her century long life depends on it fr, (but also has a bit of an attitude, it issss ellie after all), mean!r, talk of blood/previous bite wounds. ++ 3.3k wc. doesn't need to be that long but atp? take it or leave it LOLL. filing under "oneshots" bc it's way more than usual reqs hehe.

“Please, baby. Just one taste. I'll do anything.” Desperate, shaky pleas spilled from Ellie, her voice noticeably tired from the effort. She's been at this for what felt like forever now, and you were getting tired of ignoring her. Or rather, a little bored.

She was kneeling on the wooden floor by your bed, fisting the creased sheets, trying to capture your attention. The shimmering moonlight was dancing on her features as if it was a sparkle of fireflies, making her oddly colored eyes appear to glow, and highlighting her sickly appearance.

In her vampiric form, her skin was tinted a ghostly—even chalky—white, barely a smidgen of blush dancing on the apples of her cheeks. Her eyes shifted from their original grassy green to a peculiar duochrome blend of emerald and ruby. She really looked unwell, but you knew it was merely a product of circumstance, her gloomy fate.

Ellie donned somber dark circles around her eyes, her lips withered, pale, and thin as a piece of tissue paper. Just behind them though, rested two deadly weapons of her very own—sizeable, razor-sharp, gleaming ivory canines reflecting the scarce lighting as if they were made of mirrored glass.

For the first time tonight, you met her gaze, assuming an unbreakable poker face. Her keen sight could pick out the most subtle of twitches, so you learned to defeat that. The moment you met her line of sight she perked up, her eyes widening in glee, you had finally acknowledged her existence after so long.

Scooting forward you placed yourself right in front of her still kneeling form, sitting so she was in between your legs, but she wasn't allowed to touch you until you said so. What torture.

She began again, “Can I do something to make you change your mind? I'll do anything. Anything in the world. I'll make you feel re-really good, and then I won't ask again…ever even, if that's what you want. Just please let me…I'm so thirsty.” She was rambling a million miles a minute, slurring her words and cutting herself off with hiccups, stuttering like was having a nervous breakdown.

Her chest heaving up and down was visible to you despite the dim surroundings, and you could just make out her facial expression—a pained grimace, as if she was experiencing all of humanity's greatest suffering. When you didn't reply but stayed observing her blankly, she sighed and hung her head in shame, you almost felt bad. Almost.

You extend a hand, twirling a strand of her hair—previously silky and vibrant, now as lifeless and dull as charred hay—and you feel her relax under your touch. You continue raking your fingers through her locks, scratching her scalp with your nails, and you hear her exhale forcefully. She's likely overwhelmed by your scent—it's invigorating, fresh, and full of life.

“Have you been good?” You pipe up with a voice colder than ice, softly caressing the flesh of her tense cheek, and letting your fingertips travel to the underside of her chin. You gently tilt her head up, noticing the way her eyelids flutter to a close. She's soaking up the heat radiating off of you, making sure to feel the sensations of your skin brush against hers as much as she can, commit them to memory for when she's apart from you.

Her lips part, allowing for hushed, woeful whimpers to pour out, and she instinctively bites her bottom lip to quiet herself. Only she forgets about the powerful daggers in her mouth, and almost pierces right through her own skin.

Taking notice, you tut at her, warning clicks of your tongue bouncing off the room’s walls, contrasting the dead of night’s eerie silence. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You push the pad of your thumb down on the plush of her lip, angling her jaw side to side, examining those killer gnashers she's got.

“You could hurt yourself with these y'know, be careful.” Her eyelids flicker open, she's staring up at you with the biggest doe eyes she could muster, somehow all while maintaining such a strong glare you feel as if she's trying to challenge you.

“I'll decide if you can have some, as long as you're good, and you let me have some fun first. Alright?” You explain in a neutral tone, earning a cute “mhm” of confirmation from the undead being before you. “Good girl.”

You slowly slip your thumb into her mouth, avoiding her fangs at all costs, and you let her wrap her slippery tongue around your digit, watching how her cheeks hollow and her eyes roll ever so slightly while she sucks, moaning as she takes in your taste—nothing more than just skin.

You chuckle at her desperation, revel in the power dynamic you have created. “Mmm, you taste so good, so sweet.” She mumbles, swirling her tongue around your thumb, coating the entirety of it in her spit. You allow it for now, but soon enough, to no surprise, she slyly tries to shift to the side in preparation to slice you and get her treat.

You sharply retract your hands from her, removing your finger from her mouth with a pop, disappointed by her greed, her audacity. She turns to the side and pouts, huffing and rolling her eyes with more attitude than a moody teen. “What did I say?” You calmly hiss at her. She whispers, almost inaudibly, “Sorry…taste so good, can't help m’self.” Her voice wavered, and the moonlight illuminated the faintest tinge of red across her features, it was nearly invisible.

But you could tell exactly what was up. She shifts uncomfortably in her spot, grunting with laughable, pitiful attempts to rub her thighs together, fingers toying with the cloth of her pants, putting her frustration on full display. You looked at her struggle, unable to contain your grin.

It was a different kind of high, seeing such a feared and fabled beast kneel before you in such a pathetic manner, but it turned you on like nothing else. It was also evident she enjoyed it as well, no matter how much she didn't want you to be aware of the fact. The extent to which she worships you and handles your body, the way she was willing to beg and let you order her around showed just how much you meant to her—it was beautiful in its own way, how devoted she was to you. You were her person.

The fact she couldn't stifle her desire anymore after all this time suggested a shift in the atmosphere of your wicked games, the tension in the air was getting impossibly thicker, and you were loving every second of it.

Ellie, you've got a short memory.” You tease, then gesture to the gauze wrapped around your forearm, protecting two puncture wounds left by none other than her just the previous night. She looks at it and cocks an eyebrow, grouching, “Yeah, I see that, what about it?” The husky edge to her voice had returned, the defiant attitude you loved to crack was back in full force.

“Hundreds of years old, you even have memories of wars, and you can't remember what happened, like, 24 hours ago? Wow…” Your voice is so patronizing, it's unpleasant and abrasive on the ears, even your own. She shrugs her shoulders, still kneeling on the cold, hard ground at your mercy. “Well let's have a refresher then, shall we?” Tearing the tan-colored bandage apart with a single rip, you reveal the puncture marks—they were still wet and irritated, the wounds reopening immediately at the slightest movement.

Ellie whines like an animal, a crude “ahh”, and she starts pleading harder than ever. “Please, baby, my pretty, my angel, please, please, pleasepleaseplease, just lemme have a drop, just one. That's all, I swear.” Her gaze darkens exponentially, if you didn't know her it would instill fear in your heart, but luckily you were well aware of all her tricks. She snarls, “Fuck you. I'm literally on my fucking knees right now. Why are you doing this?” Her voice breaks angrily, wobbling with great lust and need—the need to have you, the need to drink you and fondle you and taste you in all senses of the word, and at this point she didn't seem to care about preserving a morsel of her dignity, she was simply so drunk on you, you couldn't believe.

You reiterate the previously established explanation, “We have an agreement that says you're allowed to take my blood once a month, so you can have some more each time. Rather than taking a little bit but more often, you requested this yourself. And you already drank lots yesterday. Does that not ring a bell?”

She groans, a gravelly, guttural sound that had you coming back to your senses and realizing, this was technically, a monster who you loved so dearly.

It led you to wonder—to her kind, what was so special about the liquid coursing through your veins?

When you split your lip open as a kid, clumsily tumbling face-first onto the asphalt, or bit your tongue while eating something stubborn, the strange, metallic taste was purely disgusting. It had a certain heaviness to it, both physically with the way it sat in your mouth, but also mentally. Like a subconscious awareness you were not meant to consume it like she does, but to spit it out the millisecond it made contact with your taste buds. There were times where the thought made you queasy, the measly knowledge of just how much of this fluid was inside you, keeping you alive.

But to her, it was a completely different story. She lapped it up with such fervor, such thirst you've never seen before. A sloppy frenzy like there wasn't a single thing more delightfully flavorful.

Her teeth penetrating all the way through your epidermis, dermis, and hypodermis, and straight through the vein wall was a feeling you're likely never going to get used to. It stung, it really did, and you were quick to get all woozy from the blood volume loss, but Ellie knew your limits—even though hers were not even close. Her thirst was insatiable.

The intimacy of the act was a whole separate topic to think about too. It was such an erotic experience, and when probed about it she argues it's better than sex, somehow. When she drinks from you, Ellie is really messy with it, you noticed. Blood dribbles down her chin and stains her lips as if it's a designer lip oil, the distinct deep maroon color sometimes appearing clownish and too intense against her fair complexion.

She was really handsy as well, and you weren't sure if it was purposeful, but you didn't care to ask because you didn't really mind in the first place. It felt nice. Her muscular hands tend to trace your waist as she's suckling, hovering by your ass, and traveling north to knead the supple tissue of your breasts.

And how could you forget about the sheer proximity of it all, even when having sex normally, it didn't feel nearly as intimate or vulnerable as this. Her body would be tightly curled around yours, she couldn't bear to have one meager square inch of her not touching you.

When she drank from your neck, it was bordering on heavenly, you had to be honest with yourself. There was something about the combination of the light headed, dizzying feeling it brought you, her closeness, the licking sensations, and the hungry sounds she produced that all together mixed to form nothing short of a mind blowing, intoxicating concoction.

When you both were feeling it, she'd be able to draw breathy moans to fall from your lips, and would giggle into your skin before sucking harder, leaving bruised marks surrounding the punctures. You read in some folklore that vampires carried a sort of aphrodisiac in their fangs, or was it their saliva? Again, you didn't really know all the details, but the sessions made you both yearn for each other in a way that felt taboo to discuss—midnight feedings often turning into animalistic fucking, sometimes even simultaneously.

Like having Ellie latched onto the side of your neck while she grinds her dripping pussy onto yours, her pleasureful mewls filling your ears, or having her hold your wrist to her mouth while her other hand is pleasuring you into oblivion, prodding against your spongy walls, making your head spin.

The time you spent lost in thought, she had broken the rule of not touching you unless you said so, but all she had done was rest her head on your knee, zoning out, sulking like an injured puppy. Unfortunately for her, you weren't done torturing her just yet. You didn't move her off of you, she was just laying there, grumbling curses under her breath, saying how mean you were, how much she despised you and everything you stood for, although both of you knew the truth—she had said herself, “I've never tasted blood like yours,” and you felt intrinsically bound to her on a subconscious level, these were mere amusements you indulged in, that ended up beneficial for both.

She got her delicious elixir of life, at the cost of you having your way with her for a bit. You hear her sniffle, the little defenseless sound of defeat was able to break your act.

You resume stroking her hair, and she wraps trembling arms around your thigh. “Hmm?” You coo, putting on a sweet facade. “Don't talk to me like that, c'mon man.” She wails, the attempts to regain control over her voice proving unsuccessful.

You took your nails to the newly formed raspberry scabs on top of your bite wounds and picked them off, and she lunges to grab your arm with inhuman reflexes, but once again you emerge on top, having spent so much time memorizing every last one of her behavioral patterns, so much so you knew exactly how she was going to attempt catching you and moved out the way without thinking about it.

“Too slow, you've gotten predictable.” You ridicule her, embellishing your voice with the most fake, sickly sweet tone you could just to irritate her as much as you possibly could. Ellie lays her head on your thigh, sighing. It's like she's given everything up. Her own patience was running out, potentially entering unpredictable territory now.

You squeeze the sides of the hole in your skin to coax a bubble of bright red blood to ooze out, marveling, “It's such a nice color, I see why you like it so much.” You talk to her coolly, ignoring her tearful, yet terrifyingly rage-filled glares, her massive fangs bared as if you were a prey animal she caught herself and was preparing to rip apart.

“Want a taste, Ellie? Have you earned it?” You think out loud, comically tapping your chin to exaggerate the brainstorming act. “Whatever, it's not like I have anything left to say to you.” She sounded heartbroken, you've never seen someone have such sorrow, the sheer misery behind her eyes actually caught you off guard.

"Okay I think you have earned it, just need you to say one more thing.” She nods, a little too quickly, rushing to catch any tears that were planning an escape route down the sides of her pretty face. You cradle her cheek, brushing your thumb against her skin, “Aw, baby, don't cry.” This time however, your tone is sincere.

She doesn't wait for your request, and starts all over again, this is getting old. “I promise everything. I'll make you feel so good, I'll give you whatever you want, please …you're too sweet.” She huffs, “Well, except when you're not.”

She continues mumbling, burying her face in the meat of your thigh, occasionally stopping to lovingly peck where she was laying, quiet smooching sounds. That really melted your heart, you were ready to give her what she needs after so much cruelty. This went on much longer than you had planned, but you were having fun with it. So you decided to abandon whatever you would ask of her. But could anyone blame you?

She slowly reaches for your wounded arm, gauging your reactions, like in the situation you were planning to do something to prevent her, but you come up with a better idea. “I'll do you one even better, Els.” The grin that envelops her face could light up a thousand suns, and melt the coldest of souls. Make vampire hunters quit their careers even, that's how adorable she could be, on the occasion.

You lean back to take your shirt off in one swift motion, and lay back on the edge of the bed, tilting your neck to give her access to the sweet pulsating spot, finding the droplet of drool that falls from her agape mouth utterly hilarious. “Go ahead, I've had my fun.” She hesitates. “But our agreement, I don't wanna hurt you.” “Ellie it's fine, unless you don't want t-” “No I do I do, oh thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so muchhhh.”

Her gratitude is silly, she's straddling you and kissing all over your neck, face, and collarbones with such care, and you inhale sharply once you feel the familiar sensation of her teeth piercing your sensitive skin.

She has one hand on the nape of your neck, holding you close to her so you couldn't move away, and the other one finds your fingers to intertwine with hers, loud gulping noises filling the room as she messily laps up all that flows from you.

Her bony hips are sat atop your pelvis, and soon enough you feel her start absentmindedly rocking back and forth on you, your breath hitching. You hold her waist to ground yourself, and aid her. She's whispering, mostly to herself, “Fuck that's so fucking good, needed this so bad, need you, fuck- shit. Ah, yes.”

The vertiginous feeling swirls in your head and you feel yourself fading, your grip on her sides loosening, but you don't feel one single ounce of panic, because you know she's got you. No matter what, until the end of time. Or at the very least, until the final bells tolled and you were lowered to your eternal resting place six feet underground.

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[lesslonelycanadian]

Kenij's perspective on torres and ursa has to have been a JOURNEY for him in fact , the entire third act was probably wild from his perspective

He meets ursa first. we don't know if he was put in the room first or not, but he definitely met her. And was like , okay , obviously, this is another warrior who defeated one of these demons. Just look at her.

And then the door opens again, and this time, a little shrimp comes in [affectionate] clearly very relieved and chattering. And kenji shot in the dark on him speaking japanese has to ask, "You killed a demon?" And he responds!! In japanese!!!! But his accent is terrible. The only clear thing is his name , and he rambles about fish. so kenij's all alright, This interaction is a bust, and im going insane

And then they're arena and told to fight each other after being given a demonstration , on what exactly the collars around their necks do, and they're all given "weapons of their tribe" and kenji looks over after assessing his sword and sees that lady warrior has a fuck off gigantic axe, understandable, makes sense and that tracks with her energy. Little shrimp does not seem to recognize the weapon of his tribe and is clearly baffled and disappointed by it. And then , when ursa comes after him with the axe , he does nothing but fall down, completely fail to use the weapon and then curl into a ball, and kenji makes the decision to save him, but has to ask him "still alive?" Because what do you mean You don't understand the weapon of your tribe?, your first thing when confronted with another Warrior is to fall down in a little ball? Like, how did you defeat a demon? How are you here? Truly baffling, then points up at King Demon, and makes some kind of gesture that does not look murdery but does seem to agree that teamwork is the answer and appears to have some kind of plan so maybe he knows something

Ursa appears to agree and then attacks again so she's not quite as keen on the teamwork , but hey , maybe the two of them can figure something out to de-escalate and organize so kenij trys telling torres no to attack and then torres jumps on her back and is almost immediately stunned and he has to save him from her AGAIN

kenji HAS to be getting SICK of these two at this point, but he's still not going for the kill with ursa ,But then torres finally figures out his weapon and disarms ursa, and she immediately chills out [which is fucking hilarious when you don't have the context of the flashback] and communicating again , before getting eaten whole by a beast , so there goes torres but hey!! Ursa's on board with the teamwork now, and they make short order of the beast!!! Great!!!

And never mind, she's STILL trying to kill him whatever he finally gets her in a hold and very clearly and intentionally spares her because he's over this whole fighting bullshit she is not,but won't kill him when He's not fighting so clearly she has some standard of honor

Kenji, at this point, has fully accepted his death

But then he doesn't?? [He looks soo disappointed in his continued survival, which is devastating]

And torres is STILL ALIVE??? what??? and with a severed demon arm??? , okay , maybe this guy does know how to fight?? And is riding the aliens cart thing??? How?? This has to be why he here.

Teamwork is FINALLY HAPPENING, except when they pull up to fight the demon King torres once again runs away he's not gonna worry about right now. He's got ursa with him, and they do good for about thirty seconds to a minute simultaneously and quite easily pinned but luckily , it turns out the demon king has also forgotten about torres and somehow he's figured out their flying ship[ probably something that he's Not thinking about too hard , because this survival first figuring out what the fuck is going on later] they board he loses an arm and probably also his grip on reality, ursa jumps off to free them from the anchor

And cannot interpret that final line of "you Did it brother" as any other way then "bro what the fuck , how???"

[moonsaver]

Do you have any thoughts about the opposite of the "Im afraid to confess because our friendship could get ruined"? As in, "I'm afraid to reject you because I don't want to lose this friendship so I accept your confession even though I don't feel that way for you and never will".

Like the protagonist tries to convince themselves that this is just like being friends only that we now kiss (and more). I feel like it would fit with a yandere that is a bit delusional or desperate, eveb insecure so whenever the protagonist doesnt seem as into this relationship as them, they just try to convince themselves otherwise, or love bomb the protagonist.

Idk lately Ive been into reversing the tropes and I found this one particularly interesting to me when it comes to a yandere. In HSR i was thinking of Argenti as he seems like the delusional type. Or even Aventurine who would have had to put down a lot of walls to be friends with you and then even more walls just to confess, so rejecting him doesnt seem like an option to the protag (out of pity and care).

THIS THIS THIS!!!! qnon ur brain is so wrinkly and soggy with brain juice..... this used to be my favorite trope at some point idk why i forgot about it i remember eating up any fanfics out there based on this

Tw: yandere (obv), manipulation, intimacy (mainly romantic, only hints of sexual), emotional blackmailing, whatever yadda yadda

But anyways, under the cut!

Okay, so, I imagine this is possible with literally... almost all of hsr's cast. Mainly because most of them have such tragic backstories, and most of them out of that have a really shrewd and cunning mind, so they'll exploit this to hell and back.

I also imagine this is with a people pleasing reader, so lets go with a bit of implication of that.

Anyways, since Aventurine and Argenti are the ones mentioned specifically, I'll probably dive in on them first.

Aventurine is so hard to not feel pity for. Every stolen glance at the marking on his neck makes you feel worse and worse for "rejecting him", knowing he's been throwing signs of wanting more than a friendship quite possibly everywhere and you're most likely ignoring them in hopes of keeping your friendship. It's not like he hasn't quite caught on, either. He knows people's hearts quite well. And where there's opportunity, he seizes it.

It's a bit frustrating for him – just why can't you see he wants more? Or rather, just why aren't you accepting him? You're the first thing on his mind when he wakes up, when he clutches his chip and bets on his life, the last thing on his mind when he goes to sleep. Hell, he's even tried to dream of you, forcefully. But then he realizes.. how easy you are to just push around. He goes ahead with the confession, and it's almost a sadistic kind of pleasure when he sees you even try and stutter out any kind of a rejection when he's leaning in a perfect angle that shows off his little marking (out of all the times he curses it, it seems like this time it's worked in his favor). He watches carefully as your eyes nervously flit to his neck and you shut up immediately for a second, before accepting. And when you do.. he's over the moon! Coddles you, kisses your cheeks, becomes so much more grabby, as his keen eyes watch your discomfort. Well.. you didn't reject him, so this is what you should expect.

Again, the frustration doesn't wear off easily, but just seeing you writhe and try to create distance while he suffocates you in affection far from platonic nature, is so sadistically pleasuring to him. He loves watching you in that state, bending to his will so easily, as he waits for you to snap. But he'll probably find it easier to squeeze water out of a rock than to squeeze a rejection out of you – which is precisely what he exploits. You're not going anywhere, are you? He puts on his best, pleading little eyes that he used to have to put on, shaking, trembling voice, desperate hands that cling to you; all the things he acts out like his life depends on it when he senses even a waver of your hesitation.

Oh, fine.. he hates seeing you so queasy almost all the time, so he'll give you a reprieve from time to time. Plans and schedules things you used to do "back when you were friends" (he emphasizes this – you don't think you can just ignore everything, right?), and makes sure to at least crack a few smiles and giggles from you. Of course.. his hand is still loosely hanging around your waist, pecks you on the lips from time to time, just as a small reminder of what you guys really are now.

Argenti on the other hand, has no awareness of your discomfort at all.

He's like a huge dog, the way he's so happy about you accepting his confession and doesn't even stop to think afterwards just why you were so hesitant during it.

Constantly praises you, and it's not soon before it gets to a more intimate nature. He wants to do all the romantic things – kissing under the rain, protecting you from something, twirling you in the air and then kissing you again after putting you down, telling everyone proudly that you two are a couple, buying more and more "romantic" gifts that turn more intimate sooner or later. You have no way out of this without completely ruining everything.

It's.. almost painful the way he doesn't realise. At some point your discomfort probably gets so.. obvious, but he just shrugs it off; perhaps he hasn't been paying you enough attention? Or you're just too shy to ask something of him? Oh, how sweet! How adorable! He thinks. He simply falls deeper and deeper into this delusion, stringing you along and stretching your patience thin. Unfortunately, unlike Aventurine, you can't find most, if any bits of the things you both used to do as platonic companions in the relationship you have with Argenti. He's just a full-blown romantic who wants to do only that. It makes you even more queasy when people look at you in pity, if they realize just what happened between you two.

You can't back out, even if you tried. If you somehow manage to find a way to squeeze out a rejection, or have any kind of a reservation about things getting more intimate/romantic stuff, he's so devastated. Did he do something wrong? Perhaps he's not as experienced as you wanted him to be? Or you're not satisfied with some of the things he's said? Don't fret, he's right on it! Constantly holding you so close you're afraid your bones will break, whispering incessant praises into your ear that slowly spiral into affirmations that you belong to him, spoiled rotten with everything you want; yet, even then.. you can't shake off the intention they were given in. Not when you're suffocated by it.

[fluffylino]

zombie!minho pt 3

-contains mature themes

"stop" minho let out, carefully pushing you away. "im feeling a little out of control"

you pouted, looking at all the marks you had left on his collarbone, all the way down to his chest.

"you shouldve taken your meds on time then" minho sighed, faking an annoyed expression. It was quite obvious he was affected by your tricks.

minho looked divine. the marks or lovebites how he would call it littered his body in an artistic way.

pretty reddish blue bruises against his pale grey skin. however the natural lively colour of his body would eventually get restored once his meds kick in. You had approximately 45 minutes to have your fun.

"you're my canvas"

he gagged, trying to pull his shirt back done. you clicked your tongue.

"im not done"

minho sighed yet again, but he didn't stop you.

"shit im shutting off...run out and lock the door if i lose it" minho grumbled, laying back down on the couch.

he had kept mentioning that. saying that if he ever lost control on his body, to run away and leave him. it scared you. if he turned completely, you could end up turning into one as well. you shook the fear away...now being a little cautious.

it was silent then.

you could hear yourself breathing and the faint sound of his heart beating. it was slow yet steady.

He lifted his head slowly, eyes completely foggy and white, his lips chapped and the expression on his face was fixed.

Lifeless.

that was until you pressed down on his bulge. nipping against the insides of his thighs. mouthing at his covered crotch.

you moved down lower, just above his bellybutton. you kissed the skin before trailing down lower. he spread his legs without much thought, to which you laughed.

standing up, you sat down on his lap. he groaned, putting his hands on your waist. for a brief second, you got scared. His grip on your waist was firm, a little too firm.

"Ow you're cold" you whispered under your breath not expecting him to bother.

he grunted, eyebrows furrowing.

huh?

you watched his cold hand slip inside your pants with ease. you whimpered, clutching his shoulders at the icy feeling of his fingers against your heat. you throbbed as his fingers pushed against your cunt with just the right pressure.

"minho-" you were about to complain, moaning when three fingers entered you in one swift motion. your hand went flying down to hold his wrist. he took hold of both of your wrists, keeping them down with a single hand.

you were wet enough yet the stretch was bearable. his fingers moving inside of you with precision. you rested your head on his shoulder, breathing down on him. he pressed his head against yours.

And the you knew.

minho was still there within. he was there and you were safe.

minho loves when you're vocal and noisy. unable to hold in your voice when he's treating you so well. it also makes him know he's doing a good job.

when he can't speak, he renders you speechless...loving how there is no talking, just moans.

the thing was, minho was not sweet and patient in this state. he was brutal, taking whatever he wanted from you. Of course he made sure you were okay but he would do whatever he wanted. never letting you take charge. not that you did most of the time. In this state, he has you keening for him. being extrememly submissive. and vocal.

"shit you're taking my fingers so well"

you looked up in surprise, his eyes were back and he was starting to look a bit more...alive. he retracted his hand, pushing the three fingers in his mouth. he groaned.

"you always taste good. and im the only one who has the honour of eating you" he seemed proud. he pulled you by the base of your neck, your lips crashing together.

"will you let me take care of you?" he asked between breaths. you answered by grinding down on him.

[ohdeerfully]

How would Alastor react to reader who is a cat demon and gets comfortable to try to cuddle with him?

:3

hmmmmmmmmmmmm here are some headcanons! im sorry its pretty short (,: this leans more romantic, but could probably be read platonically/QPR i think

Alastor x Cat Demon!Reader

Alastor x Reader (headcanons/fluff) TW: none

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Surprising to nobody, it would take Alastor quite a while to become comfortable with you even sitting any closer than a foot to him

He had immediately noticed your tendency to cuddle up and nap against anything soft when he first met you, so he took care to not make himself seem like a cozy spot

For some strange reason, though, you were extremely interested in him from the get-go

The first few tries you made at leaning against him he was quick to give you a dangerous look, a threat, or to simply move away so fast that you fell on your side in defeat

After a lot of careful interactions, mutual respect soon developed between Alastor and you

First, whether platonic or romantic, you soon found yourself able to sit with your body leaned up against him while you both focused on separate tasks

He would often be doing some sort of paperwork, writing a script, or reading, while you simply relaxed up against him with your own book

Or napping. You love to nap

Next came the actual cuddling

This point took actual ages to get to, and you couldn't rush it, lest you destroy the progress you had made so far

Though, when you finally did... despite being Hell, cuddling with this man felt like Heaven

Maybe it was the knowledge that nobody else could get this close to Alastor, and nobody ever had, even when he was alive

Or maybe you just liked him

Plus, despite his previous efforts, Alastor was surprisingly rather comfortable to cuddle with

He was much taller than you, and could easily wrap you up in his arms and legs

He prefers big spoon, if anybody was curious. Though it's probably obvious

With the combination of his comfort and the light rumbling from his chest as he usually hummed, it was no wonder you were so keen on cuddling with him

You were always quick to lull into a daze, purring away with your tail curled comfortably over one of his legs or arms

He would never admit it, though maybe it was clear with him letting you get so close, but he also really enjoyed these moments

Your soft fur that he stroked his fingers through, the light tickle of your tail occasionally flicking, and the soft ambience of your purrs...

He found you quite adorable

He grew to love you, as much as Alastor could love, and would always welcome your presence against him

As long as it was private, of course

I don't think anything could make Alastor show any sort of PDA beyond a pat on the back or ruffle of your hair

If he saw you making your way up the hotel stairs, he would try to wrap up whatever task he was doing to join you in bed

When you got comfortable against him, he would either hum a soft tune or read aloud to you, to which you would respond with comments on the narrative till you eventually fell asleep

Alastor wouldn't sleep, it was hard for him to come by, but he found your warmth comforting through the otherwise cold, long nights

If you were to be redeemed, he knew he would miss you for the eternity he was doomed to spend in Hell

He wasn't sure if he would let you be redeemed. He didn't want you to leave

You were probably stuck with him, honestly

You couldn't complain, though.

[sukunasweetheart]

according to some fans sukuna could also be a r*pist.what's ur thought on that?

Tw: discussions of rape

Im guessing this is rooted from the moment where he asked about the women and children 😭 which is odd, because he literally said "it'll be a massacre!" right after... he had murderous intent, not lust. Or maybe women and children taste better!

I know if you look at my masterlist you'll see a couple of dubcon fics and its true i like dabbling into dark content with sukuna quite often, but canonically speaking, sukuna has never been portrayed as an inherently sexual individual.

He is quite the opposite in fact, he is a complete nerd for jujutsu, he values strength above all and i just don't see him being interested in raping someone...? Though i understand him committing atrocities and believing that the "weak" deserve to endure their own suffering has kind of led to people getting the idea that he wouldn't be opposed against raping someone but i really disagree with this idea

He has shown time and time again that he is completely uninterested in weak people, in fact, he doesn't even give them the time of his day - most of sukuna's victims have been killed off quite quickly and without him paying much attention to them at all, he simply doesn't care about those who don't match his bare minimum expectations.

And those that he does end up liking to some degree, people who have the power to give him a somewhat worthy fight, he does respect them in his own way, which is indicated by him learning their full name and being more responsive and engaged when he's fighting them. When he was fighting yorozu, she asked him to "wait!" even after they had started fighting, and i found it interesting that he actually stopped and heard her out before continuing the fight. Additionally we can see from uraume's relationship with him, he is also not keen to abuse them at all, in fact he is quite chill with them??

If sukuna is uninterested, he does not even bother looking at them twice. When he is interested in someone, he has shown he maintains a level of respect for them. In my opinion, it doesn't matter whether this interest is romantic or platonic, i think one can depict a lot about the other...

I definitely don't think he doesn't rape because he thinks its morally wrong or whatever, i feel like he just 1) lacks an inherent desire for sex (he is more infatuated with a person's strength and jujutsu) 2) he doesn't go out of his way to torment those weaker than him, he is just that disinterested in weak people 3) to people that he ends up liking to some extent, he respects.

Sukuna is a very sexualised character (i dont hate it, in fact i love it a lot 😍) which i think makes him more prone to easy misunderstandings that he is sexually impulsive as well, but gege has shown us its really not the case! (Yorozu came over with her whole pumpum out and he did not bat an eyelash)

Please take anything i say here with a grain of salt, i am obviously not gege akutami so i wouldnt dare to say i know sukuna inside and out, but this is just my honest thoughts on this question!

I won't completely rule out the idea that he may be a rapist, gege hasn't portrayed his past, we barely know anything about sukuna personally- but judging from what we already have canonically, i don't think he would be a rapist.

I know that in fanfics, almost anything is game and i really enjoy viewing sukuna from all kinds of angles and perspectives, i truly believe he is such an interesting and appealing character, i could also write up a whole essay about how flexible he is to write with, but this is already quite a lengthy response to a simple question so i will leave it here 😭

[hahjsshnanans772]

stupid fucking itrapped with his stupid ass crown I am quitting drawing in the big 2025 expect no more tickle art from me. /j

Anyways! Hopping up and down in joy because im writing taph headcanons! Also taph with owl features is canon the owner of forsaken said that to me in my dream. Looks ahead as I get pelted with tomatoes

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GENERAL ;

- 75% Ler | 25% Lee, I know…, my second headcanons post and. And they’re all LERS!!!!! AGHH!!!!

- REALLY prefers being a ler, mostly because he can’t properly communicate when tickled. And he just finds it kinda. Icky feeling at times

- Absolutely tickles the hell out of Dusekarr, and the exact same happens to him when the latter wants revenge! scary!

- #has wings and claws and #uses them

- also considering he’s a suffer in silence type of guy, he’s not really all that keen on platonic physical affection when he’s in a bad mood. Boo let yourself be free! That’s why he’s a target for comfort tickles

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LEE ;

- despite literally being a massive ler, he’s still stupidly ticklish

- said ticklish spots are his back and sides! Really anywhere close to his wings are ticklish.. which means ticklish face cheeks. Peak!

- ohhhh did I mention his stupidly ticklish back and face wings. Poor boy. And they fluff up and flutter aswell!!! aw!!!! Sorry I love him, also hides his face behind his wings when being tickled!

- unironically a squirmer, literally gets into half wrestling matches with his lers because of how bad it tickles. #howtogainablackeye. Looking at you chance

- Really light and sweet giggles, he can laugh just as loud as the rest of the survivors, but doesn’t really like hearing it. Also chirps and coos. But you have to like. Have super awesome hearing to even register it

- Compliment teases absolutely melt this stupid boy!!!! he cannot take any compliments, but any other teases used on him are just. Not that affective

- also an accidental puncher. Literally almost knocked the air out of builderman when he was rubbing their upper back. Supportive dad of the group gets punched in the big 2025

- HATES being pinned down for easier tickling or having his arms held. You either deal with the guy that can almost wrestle a solider. Or you do not tickle him at all!

- but he absolutely loves the tickling spells dusekkar can cast. Literally purposefully annoys him for tickles. Always works. Dusekkar can not say no to him

- overall! He is a challenge to tickle, but high risk equals a high reward! Prefers to burrow in his blankets and pillows after being tickled. Usually alone to think. And sometimes cuddle with his ler.

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LER ;

- EVIL. EVIL AND MALICIOUS.

- like I said. He has wings! And when you have wings with feathers! it’s basically a game over for his lee! What!

- also has claws! literally made guest 1337 scream like an absolute GIRL!!!! thats also how everyone found out he had ticklish knee pits.. or the soft skin around the back of the knee. Whatever

- considering he’s mute, he goes for physical teases. Which is basically being a massive asshole and making his tickles stupid slow and soft. Literally always expect anticipation from him

- prefers medium paced tickles, ones not too soft, but not too rough that it would leave nail marks. He’s evil! Not a monster! But it’s up to his lee if they want the former or latter

- Dusekkar. Pumpkin guy is lee #1 when taph is in a ler mood! Thats all

- still hides his face when tickling others, adds onto his mysterious ler stature. Shivers. Doesn’t work on dusekkar or builderman tho, they literally already have to deal with another evil bird man

- gossips about others tickle spots with shedletsky. Considering that both of them are evil. And both can understand sign language. Wow. Smart shedletsky

- aftercare is cuddling. Nothing else. Expect to be cuddled for the next four hours, also likes to loosen the knots in his lees hair. Cough cough two-time being purposely targeted

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this is properly also most likely ooc, but let’s. Be honest here! Taph’s personality is. Kinda wired, I also see taph as not being as soft and kind as a lot of people think he is. Considering he’s a grown man who worked with explosives and the government . Cough. With Builderman COUGH COUGH.

I see, him as touch-starved in a way, but like. Not in the way where most fanfic writers make him absolutely crave touch like he’s dying. Especially from builderman. But because of his mysterious and possibly unnerving nature that makes him kinda unapproachable. He’s like two-time but minus their craziness and love for their wired ass cult

also didn’t mention his abilities. Didn’t see how’d they fit, even then, taph doesn’t use any of his equipment like his tripwire to tie others up, he prefers to just use his wings and claws.

anyways tell me if I should more headcanons or no. Your choice! Not mine

[luvrsux]

“Obsession”

word count: 3.8k

summary: you started off as a bartender at some rundown club until a mafia group infiltrated your job unexpectedly but the leader himself grows quite keen to you

cw//tw: nsfw!! shooting, mentions of murder/killing, creampie, oral, praising, obsession

disclaimer: im in no way romantizating mafia/mafia gang organizations. this is for entertainment purposes only

On a rather lustful, midnight weekend, you were working as a waitress at a night men’s club, minding your own business serving customers while they gawked at the skimpy dancers on steel poles. The club was a rather expensive one, where people of riches and fortune could express it by merely breathing. Despite the town, your job paid you a terrible rate. You’ve grown to hate your job. Sure, security helped and protected the slim dancers on the poles with precision but it, unfortunately, didn’t apply for you. Your body would get catcalled and often groped unwontedly. You lost track of the number of bruises and nosebleeds you gave the disgusting men that lounged in your workplace.

You then heard a blood-curdling scream in front of the dimly lit building. The sheer amount of terror on the feminine shriek made your heart drop miles into the Earth’s core, watching a half-naked woman running out of the building flailing her arms before a bullet spiked straight there her skull.

Whatever beverage stood on your black tray immediately crashed into the carpeted floor upon watching the horrid scene. People pushed past you to escape the chance of ending up in the poor woman’s shoes. Your total shell-shocked state was the very reason you crashed onto the ground by the taller, broad bodies colliding with you. You winced in pain when your body landed in a not-so-comfortable position causing your ankle to sprain.

Before you knew it, the building attracted more corpses when the culprit watched the population pour out of the building. The person sure was trigger-happy. Tears swelled your eyes but you still managed to trace the figure of the man now holding a pistol.

“That’s enough, Yasopp” A voice, that was oddly soothing. Your heart pumped out of your chest once you eyed the man now approaching you. He had two other men sprout behind him like a plantation.

“What do we have here?”

He crouched to your level, analyzing your figure. You held your now unavailable foot, completely defenseless. Even if you tried to run, the man now named Yasopp would shoot you down with his eyes closed. You gulped.

“You’re cute” You saw a grin appear on his lips, as well as bright crimson hair. He had an index finger and thumb pull your chin up to his face. Pure terror overcame you.

“I know you hate this shitty job, love. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you an entirely new world”

Now here you are

It was a dark, midnight rainy night on Friday. The building you were being driven to was laying in only the most expensive city in the country. There were blinding lights all around, nearly suffocating your vision. The window tints only helped so much.

What made this specific Friday night so different was you were approaching the head of the Red-Haired Mafia group. This was a weekly thing, every night you’d be escorted in a rather ominous sleek, black limo quietly to his grand mansion for a quick “meeting”.

You wore a tight slim dress that provocatively opened at your chest. It barely reached the middle of your thighs, the hem that is. Your neck glistened with the jewels the boss kindly gifted you. The giant fur coat covering your shoulders was also a generous token from the redhead, making it especially sacred considering he delivered it to you not only in person but on your birthday. Your sugar-coated gifts were usually left at your door to avoid being detained by the federal authorities, so the coat was something you’d cherished.

You’ve grown attached to the boss and everyone knew you were his weekly fling. As you admired the bright lights springing past your tinted window, a slim glass of champagne in hand, you traced back to the very first time you met. Your first impression was pure terror, but as time passed when you realized this was now your life, you’ve gotten accustomed to it.

Shanks, the boss you were fucking every weekend and in an oddly intimate relationship with, did turn your life upside down. It gave you whiplash with how fast he bought you a new house, jewels, and prizes for simply existing in a way he appreciated. You wouldn’t praise the life you were currently living, but you definitely didn’t complain. If it weren’t for Shanks, you’d still be living in that run-down, rugged apartment and that hell of a job for as long as you can remember.

You knew Shanks would kill anyone who dared to wrong you, it’s happened before. Your “favorite” was when you were at a club with the man himself. He had an arm rest around the top of the cushioned seat, underneath being you sitting there pretty as ever. Your seating was in a secluded, VIP area where absolutely no one was allowed into. Of course, you and Shanks recklessly made love in the room several times before and everyone would know.

A random extra wanted to converse with Shanks himself, putting the passionate rough lovemaking on hold for now. To this day, you wondered how a guy can be so dumb as to blatantly hit on you in front of the man himself. Not wanting to get his hands bloody and off of you, he had one of his crew members suffocate the air out of his body in a blink of an eye.

“Get rid of the body, the lady doesn’t like it” Shanks immediately ordered once the body let out a croak. His mates nodded immediately, thus having the body leave your field of vision faster than a snap of the fingers. Shanks had his remaining hand cup the side of your face to turn to him.

“You only belong to me, and I’ll gladly get rid of anyone who decides to intervene, princess,” He said with a cold smile. His demeanor did something wrong to you, but it felt so terribly right. You appreciated the way Shanks’ heart had a rope tied around your own. You knew Shanks wasn’t lying, and he kept his word ever since, even before then.

Now, usually, Shanks would greet you in the limo inside to “prepare” you for what’s to come, not only simply sharing a few drinks. Upon getting into the seats and seeing his absence, you realized how much you longed for his presence.

Shanks - 12:34 PM

Sorry for not being there, princess. I have a few things to do first xx

Was the text Shanks left you a few moments before entering the fancy vehicle. You were growing antsy about meeting him as pure usual. He’s given you the best nights of your life for as long as you can remember being in his palms. Each week you’d only have your hopes set on Friday.

You finally arrived at your destined destination. You heard your chauffeur speak on his phone, alerting your “partner” about your sudden presence. You waited patiently for someone to open your door for you to waltz out elegantly. You’ve grown used to the prissy, princess treatment. You have been letting Shanks fuck your brain out for roughly a year and some change now.

“She’s here, boss” Is all you heard before the door swung open for you to flood out. Your heels make a firecracker sound upon impact once you stood up from your seat.

“You’re a doll, Roux” You cooed, receiving a pleased smile from the bigger guy that once escorted you to the grand building before you.

You approached the front steps, passing by the grand fountain in front that spurted water in several directions—a rather perfect centerpiece for the mansion. You eyed the security guard up front.

“Where is he?” You asked.

“On his way, ma’am”

“Always keeping me waiting…”

You grumbled, stepping foot on the steps. Your stiletto heels hadn’t stopped making that fire-cracking pop sound with every preppy step. You finally gazed upon a toned, broad body appearing in front. His draped trench coat draped over his body while he wore a loose white button-up and black slacks to match. He had a pleased grin at your mere presence. The redhead snaked his hand to grab yours, placing his lips on the surface of your hand. You felt his stubble tickle your skin, making you giggle.

“I missed you, princess” He cooed, pulling you close to his body.

Shanks wrapped a prideful arm around your shoulders, the fuzziness of your expensive coat tickling his veiny, toned arm. You smiled happily.

“You say that every time, dear”

“How could I not?” You felt Shanks breathe and caress your neck through the fluff. A chill slithered down your spine.

“You always make me feel good~”

You felt his eager lips collide with your own. He proudly smudged your glossed lips when the two lips synced together passionately. Shanks didn’t care if he was in the middle of the massive foyer, he thrived nothing more than publicly proving to everyone you belonged to him—and him only.

Your arms latched around his neck, only making his hands grope the fats of your ass through your slick, black dress. Your lips parted ever so slightly, giving the eager crimson-haired man to slither his tongue to dance with your own. At this point, you two were heavily breathing in each other's mouths. You clearly longed for his touch, and it didn’t help that Shanks reciprocated that same feeling. You felt his lips detach from yours, leaving a slight feeling of disappointment lingering in your body.

“Let me take you to my office, doll” He smiled. You felt arms bring your body upward to latch around his torso. The sudden movement made a giggle escape your lips.

Shanks slammed your rear on his pricy, wooden desk that was scattered with files and papers of his targets—but who was paying attention to any of that? You two were going at it in each other's mouths, not parting to breathe for a single minute. Shanks's scarred hand tore off the fur that coated your body with ease, tossing it wherever in his office room.

You released a small moan once you felt his hands travel mindlessly around your body. His hands tugged down the hem of the dress that covered your chest. Your breasts poured out like a tsunami to Shanks's entertainment. A hungry hand latched onto it with force, letting yet another moan travel out your mouth.

“Fuck, princess…” Shanks breathed in your mouth from pure pleasure. His arm, without a single hesitation, cleaned everything laying on his desk to create space for your body all for his pleasure.

His thirsty lips traveled to your open neck, painting the entire canvas with bruised marks made by his mouth and teeth. Each mark made a whimper escape your now smudged lips. Your hand stroked through his crimson locks with each passing second he was on your neck.

“Lay down, baby” His voice was muffled by the marks he was mercilessly making on your body, recharging the ones that were beginning to fade from previous “meetings”.

Your back made contact with the now bare desk, fully aware of the consequences that’ll occur if you didn’t oblige. Shanks moved his hands to your lace to peel them off with complete ease. To no one’s surprise, your slit was already wet and ready for Shanks's body. He chuckled, always enjoying the view of your throbbing cunt before he completely tore through it.

Shanks didn’t even bother taking your dress off from the sheer anticipation coursing through his sadistic veins. He just crinkled it upward to make a better opening. Your head was thrown back when Shanks grabbed your thighs to lay on his broad shoulders.

All you felt was a moist tongue graze along your lips and sensitive bud with one swipe and the slight sensation of stubble. Your long moan made Shanks chuckle, sending vibrations in your body.

Shanks went back into devouring your cunt while knowing exactly where your sensitive spots lay. His tongue made sure to explore each and every crevice like it was the last meal of his lifetime. The room was filled with your messy moans and the sounds of slush slurping by Shanks’ hungry mouth.

Shanks flicked his tongue over your bud, sending a mountain peak of pleasure through your core. You shrieked, suddenly feeling that tight knot begin to snap.

“Sh- aah aah~! Im about to cum, Shanks~!” You cried. Shanks only chuckled at your, what he can only describe as pathetic, reaction, sending those vibrations through your body once more.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck~!” You cursed, spurting out your secretions all on Shanks’ stubbled mouth. Shanks pulled away with a grin and a complete log in his pants while you watched him wipe the moisture off his face with an arm, all through completely distorted and blurred eyes. Your session was far from over though.

“Your turn?” You breathed heavily from your massive orgasm. Shanks still had that, as you like to describe it, sexy grin while he unbuckled his pants that were on the verge of bursting from his member.

“You know me so well~” He cooed, watching your sluggish body peel off the desk. You bit your lower lip and brought your body down to your shaken knees, your body still not fully recovered from your previous orgasm.

You saw Shanks’ member spring into your face. The intimidating size always caught you off guard each time he recoiled it onto you. You eyed the small number of sticky secretions spewing out of the hole from his arousal. You wrapped your hand around the base of it, making Shanks sharply hiss by your mere touch. You could tell he was longing for you ever since he saw you leave his place in your last appointment.

You placed a gentle kiss on the tip of it, making Shanks lightly jolt. He knew you were teasing him and he didn’t like it. Shanks’ excitement was getting way too much for him, and you were only making it worse.

“Open your pretty mouth, (F/N)” He ordered. You didn’t think he’d catch onto your sly antics so quickly. You obeyed submissively, extending your mouth agape in front of his throbbing, hot member.

You felt a hand rest on the back of your head, and it was the exact thing to push your mouth forcefully onto him whole. You let out a small yelp, followed by several sloppy gags by his girth and length. Shanks let out a long groan.

“Thaaaats it, doll~”

You began to bob your head back and forth along his size, gagging each and every time. Your hands gripped his pants, trying not to lose your breath in the middle of the session you impatiently longed for.

As soon as you looked up at Shanks with those “dumb” eyes, like he would call it, he felt like he lost all control. He used the hand that simply rested in your locks of hair to mercilessly skull fuck the air out of you.

Tears streaked down your face, completely smudging and ruining your makeup, but he didn’t care. In fact, he loved the way you’d look after he’d shove his cock far, far down your throat with his own hands. His groans and grunts became more consistent now that he was showing you zero remorse for your mouth and lungs. You tried every fiber in your body to fight through it.

“Yeah, take all of- mmmph~..! All of it in your mouth, princess” He breathed out. You didn’t stop looking up at him with teary, blackened eyes when he shoved every inch into your wet mouth faster than you can comprehend.

Shanks felt his long-awaited climax reach up to his core. He released a loving grunt when he slid your slobbering mouth off his member, a string of saliva connecting your plump lips with his dewed cock. He chuckled, completely in love with your distressed state and how quickly he ruined your caked face. You had saliva trickling down your chin and your chest expanded rapidly while you were catching your own breath.

"Your mouth is pretty with my cum and all, but I wanna dump it somewhere else, doll~"

In a blink of an eye, Shanks threw you back on that dark oak, glossed desk. Your bare breasts and stomach made direct contact coldly, making you shiver and flinch. His calloused hands grabbed the fats of your hips as handles. Your dress was still scrunched up to reveal your lower half—perfectly demonstrating the vast amounts of eagerness Shanks had for you when he laid his eyes on you at the doorway.

You felt the rose tip of his member caress your drenched opening, causing a whimper to leave your slobbering lips. Shanks hissed when the sensation of his hot member made contact with your cunt. Nothing, absolutely nothing, restrained him from him nosediving himself inside of your velvety walls forcefully. Shanks pushed a shriek out of your lips.

“Scream as loud as you want, princess~” Shanks cooed shakily, massaging your bruised thighs caused by the crimson-haired man completely breaking your mind with his cock. Shanks’ thrived on showing you off. Whether it be leaving marks, having you wear the jewels and gifts he gave you, or fucking your brain out in rather populated areas so people can hear your submissive moans and his hungry groans.

Shanks bucked his hips back and forth at a slow pace. He exhaled, feeling entirely pleased now that he finally got to feel your insides from a long, gruel week of waiting. You were all Shanks could think about, besides his rather gruesome occupancy, every week. He’d find himself teasing his wood through his pants at the mere thought of you and always contemplated invading your home just to release his urges. From the sheer obsession, Shanks had for you, an undercover bodyguard would look after you whenever he wasn’t there with you.

Shanks’ speed increased faster than you anticipated. After every stroke, you were rewarded with a sexy grunt or groan by the boss himself. You, on the other hand, were a moaning mess. You felt your own cervix being obliterated by Shanks’ merciless thrusts by the second.

“Oh, doll, you wrap around me so well” He groaned. His heavily scarred hand grabbed a handful of your now entangled hair. He yanked your head up to stare at the entire, fancy, well-kept room and the shut door.

That same door released a knock that was slightly suffocated by the sinful noises coming from both of you. There was no possible way the person behind the door couldn’t hear what was occurring in that office room, not with how loud you were moaning and how loud Shanks was pounding your body.

“Boss? We need the case file of our mission” A voice said from behind the door. You heard Shanks grumble.

He didn’t stop going crazy on your body while he searched the floor that carried scattered files of his targets he wanted dead. They all had one thing in common, but that didn’t matter right now since you both were only focused on climaxing.

“Im-.. fuck~.. Im busy!” Shanks yelled. Not a word was said after that, aside from your messy moans.

Your voice began to crescendo when that knot that was tightly built in your womb was beginning to snap. Your body was quivering before Shanks and he watched with a devious smile.

“Gonna cum, baby~?” He asked, knowing good and well what the answer was.

“Yes, sir… Mmmmph, Im gonna cum~!” You yelped.

Shanks admired your love juices spurting on his pelvis, knowing that he, yet again, made you climax hard and made your brain run blank. It was practically a talent to him.

“Good girl~” He praised, massaging your lower half while he let you ride out your hard orgasm. Shanks didn’t stop, though. You were bound to lose your ability to walk when he was finished with you but that wasn’t newborn at all.

Luckily, Shanks’ own climax was tailing behind yours. How you knew that the crimson man was about to dump his load was when his grunts would become breathless and he’d lightly chuckle from the amount of euphoria you gave him. He’d release one last loud groan, while it being slightly wobbly, and filled your hole past the brim with his seed.

“Fuck, baby~!” He shouted after his last pounding thrust, letting you feel the warm liquid flood your insides. You finally got an opportunity to catch your breath into your shriveled lungs and now worn-out throat.

You felt Shanks pull his huge girth out of your entrance, causing the waterfall of cum to pour out like a waterfall. You let out a long, soft moan when you felt all of the stuffing trickle down from your cunt to your leg.

“Let me get you cleaned up, princess” He smiled. While you were too busy trying to gather your consciousness together, Shanks buckled his pants and wiped off any remaining secretions lingering.

You rolled on your back to lift yourself up once your brain rebooted after being broken silly. Your hand lifted the fold that was scrunched down to cover your breasts and you cleared your throat.

“I’m gonna do my business. You think you’ll be alright being here while Im off?” Shanks himself tried to catch his breath while he picked up the scattered papers on the floor. He threw them beside you on the desk, them now at your reach.

“Of course. Don’t get yourself killed” You giggled. Your statement made Shanks chuckle.

You watched him barricade you with his arms by resting them on either side of the desk you were lovingly displayed on. Your hand was placed under his chin and then trailed to remove a red strand that lingered over his eyes.

“You worry too much, doll” He cooed.

You hummed and had your hand grab the files of soon-to-be deceased victims. Your eyes analyzed the pictures and your expression dropped. Shanks watched, entirely pleased like he wanted you to see what was in that cream-colored folder.

That one thing that they all had in common was that they all wronged you one way or another. Thanks to Shanks’ trusted undercover agent, he was able to pinpoint each and every person, entirely for your pleasure.

“Shanks…” You muttered. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to be flattered or astonished by the files presented before you. You saw the boss pull away and search in his desk drawer.

“I have a gift for you, my sweet (F/N)” He cooed, pulling out something you couldn’t quite make out yet. You expected a new necklace or diamond earrings, but not a glistening gold ring of the iconic gem that was now shining before you.

“I want to marry you. So that now you’ll officially be mine”

His words turned your mind upside down. What was a weekend fling soon turned into an intimate bond that was now formally being promoted to newlyweds. You hadn’t felt this content and safe with someone for as long as you could remember, and it was rather obvious that Shanks had an undying infatuation with you since the incident at the men’s club. Your words immediately birthed the word Shanks anticipated.

“Of course, boss~”

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[mayhem-neverending]

The Big Bad Wolf

Part XXII

Word Count: 2,606

Warnings: nothing out of the norm

Notes: :) I considered the story and what kind of consequences there would be for previous actions. Plus some emotional things. So, yeah.

Obito closed the front door tightly behind him. The air around you was heavy with tension. Obito scanned over you, his features tight, then met your eyes with deep concern. There was an uncomfortable bubbling in your chest. Defensiveness washed over you in a wave and your eyes downcast, unable to acknowledge the intense regard he held for you. It didn’t take much for you to understand that what you were actually feeling was shame. It clogged your ears and climbed your throat until your eyes watered.

He wouldn’t judge you, you knew that. It didn’t stop the tidal wave of self-deprecating thoughts flooding your mind. Seeking him for safety was a bad idea. He wasn’t responsible for your problems, and bringing them directly to his doorstep was beyond selfish of you. He hated Toma already, and then you just had to remind him of that again on top of keeping him up when he was probably sleeping. And besides that, you-

“Hey, Y/n, hey,” he gently took your upper arm, the warmth of his hand permeating the flimsy excuse of a coat you wore.

The movement grounded you. Your eyes snapped back up to meet his and tears threatened to spill over your waterline. His dark eyes searched yours for a fleeting moment and he pulled you in front of the steadily burning fire. 

“You must be cold,” he murmured. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Obito glanced in the direction of the front windows and back at you. “Don’t be. I wish I could’ve hit ‘im, but I’m glad I could at least give that asshole a good scare,”

You couldn’t quite bring yourself to match the small smile he offered you. You took a good look at him, his mussed hair, needing to be cut, the t-shirt that was arguably becoming too small, his low hanging sweats that blessed you with the sight of just a sliver of skin on his lower abdomen. The fire reflected warmly off of him, giving you the soft Obito you were becoming so keen on. The sight of him overpowered any shame your brain could muster.

You shrugged your coat off and he took it from you. You watched him take it over to hang next to the door. The boots were next and you caught a glimpse of Obito’s eyes on your behind while you were bent over. Catching him was unusual, but so was the sight of you in a short skirt. 

You started towards the door with your shoes when you halted. You anxiously turned to Obito. “Can I stay here? Just for the night,”

“Of course,” he replied before you had even finished. 

“I hope I didn’t wake you,”

“No, I was still up,”

You nodded and walked back over to the couch where he was standing. He visibly swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You look nice,”

“Thank you,” you replied a little awkwardly.

“I’m sorry he interrupted your… date…” The last word came out a little more bitterly than he meant it to.

“It wasn’t a date,” you corrected. “In fact, his girlfriend showed up to drag him home,”

“Oh,”

The two of you stood silently for a moment. “Can I take a shower? I think I need to rinse the night off,”

“Sure, yeah, whatever you need,”

You got yourself a towel out of the linen closet and closed the bathroom door behind you. You undressed while the shower heated up. Under the hot spray, you ruminated over the events of the evening. While you were upset over the sour turn of events, it had landed you exactly where you wanted to be, even if the reason made you feel a little shameful and guilty. You scrubbed your negative feelings away with Obito’s spiced soap. 

You sang softly to yourself, a habit you often forgot you had. A sad tune echoed in the tiled stall, comforting you as much as your clean skin. You finished your song just as you turned off the water and you sighed out deeply, tired from letting your inner turmoil wash out, but more at peace.

You dried and wrapped the towel tightly around yourself. You looked at your clothes on the floor and decided you would rather ask for something to wear than put your outfit back on. You slid your underwear on and tightened the towel. Upon opening the door, you were blasted with the cold air of the cottage and a shiver ran down your spine. Goosebumps rose almost instantaneously and you wrapped your arms around yourself. 

“Obito?”

He entered the hall from the living room. “Yeah?”

“Can I wear your clothes?”

“Yeah, of course,” 

You let yourself into his bedroom and rummaged through his shirt drawer until you found a long sleeved shirt. It comfortably pooled around your thighs and the wrists fell past your fingertips. Because of the length, you didn’t bother with pants that wouldn’t fit in the first place and opened the bedroom door. 

Walking out, you picked up your clothes from the bathroom and tossed them into the washer with a couple of rags from earlier in the day. Obito heard your movement and came to join you at the end of the hall. You looked up at him just as his hot gaze trailed over your figure. A barely controlled shiver ran down your spine. 

“I made us some chamomile, if you want it,” he said thickly.

You nodded as he cleared his throat. You let him lead you to the kitchen table where two steaming mugs sat. While settling down in the chair across from him, you thanked him. 

“Of course, seemed like a bad night,”

You sighed, looking at him under the white kitchen light. His scars were accentuated by the shadows they cast. He didn’t offer a smile, but he was warm just the same.

“It’s better now,”

His lips twitched. He hummed and blew on his steaming tea. A comfortable silence washed over you. Obito added the perfect amount of honey to your tea, and you sipped generously as it cooled. 

You considered your situation again as you swirled the tea in your cup. You had come so far from the hostile environment Toma had provided you only a year ago. It was simultaneously wonderful to have progressed so much and frustrating that he was still acting as a blood sucking leech in your life. 

You glanced up at Obito, who had been silently observing you. You wished you could accept his help without the nagging guilt that you were a nuisance. At this point you thought the feeling might be forever ingrained in you. 

He sipped, unafraid to maintain eye contact. You smiled a little, the image of Obito when you met him in the fall appearing in your mind’s eye. The raggedy man who either couldn’t look at you or looked too long had seemingly gained some confidence. Both of you had during your time together. It was difficult to see him as a monster anymore, even with the intimidating display you had just witnessed. He was just a man who protected the people and things he cared about. Just like Kakashi had asked you to understand that night months ago. 

“Something on my face?” You asked with the lilt of a tease, holding his gaze.

“No,” He took another calm sip.

“Care to share your thoughts with the class?”

“Nope,”

A beat. “Why come here? I mean, you could’ve gone to Kakashi,”

You felt heat rise to your face and averted your eyes a second before bringing them back. “I, uh, didn’t even consider going to Kakashi. Who knows if he would’ve been home or in the office, anyway. Plus, he doesn’t have a barrier around his place, as far as I know, so,”

“Will that bastard still bother you?” He slowly and intentionally placed his empty cup down.

“Most likely,” you replied immediately.

“I could leave, y’know,”

“What?”

“I can leave anytime I want, as long as I use Kamui,” he said gruffly.

Your features were saturated in surprise as your jaw dropped. You had seen Kakashi use Kamui before, so you were at least vaguely familiar with it. But if that were true, why hadn’t he-

“The chakra connected to the barrier will signal an alarm if I leave. If I do, the order is to kill on site, in case that’s what you were wondering,”

You nodded slowly. “What are you saying?”

He cleared his throat and shifted in his chair. “If it ever gets to a point I could, y’know,”

“Obito!” You said incredulously. 

“I’m just saying,” he shrugged. 

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. “You’re ridiculous. If he were to - y’know - I would not want a two-for-one deal,”

 A hint of a smile pulled his lips up, but his tone was serious when he said, “All you’d have to do was ask. It would be my one good deed before I go,”

You rolled your eyes, even though you knew how serious he was. “That would not be your “one good deed”. Don’t you remember helping me rescue my cousin and her baby?”

“Okay, my second good deed,”

“You’ve had plenty of good deeds,”

“I think I could argue with you on that point all day,” he eyed you as if to actually challenge him. 

You thought for a second while scrutinizing him, crossing your arms across your chest in his oversized shirt. “Every time you’ve made me smile has been a good deed,”

His lips pulled down on one side. “That still doesn’t outweigh the bad,”

“All the more reason for you not to cross that barrier, don’t you think? You have, like, 45 more years of making me smile if you die at an average age. That’s a lot of time for reparation. I’m sure you’ll have tipped the scales tenfold by then,”

His brows pulled together and he shook his head. “I don’t understand your faith in me,”

You tilted your head. “Do you think I’m a good person, Obito?”

“Of course, that’s why-”

“Then you don’t need to understand. Just trust me. Trust me and trust my judgment and know that I have good reason to believe in you,”

Obito went quiet. You took the opportunity to retrieve the dishes from the table and put them in the sink. You rinsed them and dried your hands on a nearby dishrag, Obito sitting in your periphery, staring at the table. 

“It’s time for bed,”

He looked up at you as you approached. You held out a hand and he took it without hesitation. He stood and followed you to his bed, hand still in yours. He turned out the lights and climbed in behind you, laying on his back.

You draped yourself over him when he had completely situated himself. A hand on his collarbone and a knee over his own. His hand naturally found itself holding you gently behind the knee. 

“Thank you,” you whispered into the darkness.

He squeezed the hand that was holding your leg. He whispered back, “No need to thank me,”

“I will anyway. Goodnight, Obito,”

“Goodnight,”

You drifted off quickly, his warmth and the rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a peaceful sleep. You weren’t sure, but you thought you might have felt a peck to your temple just as slumber took over completely.

You woke up to your phone ringing incessantly. You adjusted, reaching over Obito to grab it from beside the bed. You saw the contact was your mom and clicked to answer. 

“Hello?”

“Tell me why I got a call from Toma’s mother a few minutes ago claiming that you’re in a relationship with the Obito Uchiha,” her voice was dangerously low, accusatory as if you were a teenager again.

Your blood ran cold and your mind started to race. “I-I… I’m not dating him. It’s - this is - my job. My job is -”

“Your job is what? What is it? Why the hell are you running to a genocidal maniac in the middle of the night?! What business could you possibly have with that monster?!” She yelled into the receiver. 

You flinched at her harsh tone. Obito was up now, looking at you with wide, guilty eyes. You steeled yourself, but your voice still came out shakily when you said, “I… take care of him,”

“With what, your cunt?” her shrill tone pierced your ears as your mouth dropped in disbelief.

“What?” you asked angrily, your tone sharp. 

Obito flinched next to you. You started to try to climb out of bed, but his muscular arm stopped you. You barely glanced at him before your mother continued her tirade.

“You’re going to put not just yourself, but your son in danger because of your association with that man. If you think I’m the only one who’s heard, you’ve got another thing coming,”

“I am not putting myself in danger. I don’t know what that asshole said, but it’s not true,”

“Then where are you right now?”

Her answer was your silence. “You really are with him. I know that Toma is shitty, but I didn’t think you had it in you to pick someone even worse. I thought I raised you to be smarter than that,”

Your face contorted into a snarl. “Toma is a hundred times worse than he is,”

Your mom was quiet a moment before letting out a bark of humorless laughter. “He’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing and you’re a lamb blindly waiting for slaughter,” 

You heard her hang up and you pulled the phone away from your ear, staring at it in fuming disbelief.

…

Shikamaru approached Lord Kakashi’s desk looking highly unsettled. The bored expression that had Kakashi's eyes glazed over vanished when he honed in on the object in Shikamaru’s hand. It was a scroll, not unlike any other standard scrolls, if not for the red wax stamp sealing it, the outline of a tower just visible in the wax under his hand. 

Kakashi held out his hand, his expression unreadable. Shikamaru knew he needn’t say who it was from, and handed it to him before taking a few wide steps back. Kakashi cautiously broke the seal and unrolled the scroll, holding it away from his body. There were no traps to it, so after a moment he turned the paper so that he could read it. His eyes moved across the paper, and a crease formed between his brows. 

Kakashi looked up to Shikamaru, a flame lit behind his dark eyes. “Double the Anbu guards protecting Hina Zen’in’s safe house. Bring me an Anbu team. As quickly as you can, Shikamaru,”

“Yes, sir,” Shikamaru nodded to him and left, hastily shutting the door behind him. 

Kakashi looked down at the scroll. The urge to shove it off his desk and burn it to ash with his lightning jutsu was strong. His right hand raked through his hair. He picked up his phone that was sitting at the end of his desk. He dialed a number he had memorized only a few months ago, and waited anxiously for an answer. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, I need you in my office. Now. Something has happened. I’ll discuss it with you when you get here,”

“Of course, I’ll be there in twenty minutes or less,”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon,”

“Okay, bye,” 

He hung up just as the Anbu team he sent for were knocking on his door. He internally thanked Shikamaru for his swiftness and called them in. They filed in and stood at attention.

“Good morning, I have an important assignment for you,”

Part XXIII

Taglist: @mostlyunsure, @humongousdreamlandbear, @ichaichahatake, @mandy-yeager, @detectivestucks, @faces-ofvenus

[dollie-ollie]

Ollie's Hermitcraft Fantasy AU (HCFAU)

okay i said i would explain this so here i am.

in this universe each person has the choice to specialize in a certain activity, and depending on what they chose they get powers to help them along the way. the more someone hones their craft, the more their powers grow. the truly ambitious work on more than one specialty, expanding their powersets to whatever they're working on.

although there is some correlation between species and specialty, this is not because certain species are born with powers but instead that they have a tendency to go for certain activities, and thus get the powers relating to that.

the powers given are as follows:

builder - extra strength in order to carry around building materials. often have some form of mobility (such as wings) in order to navigate around builds.

terraformer - can control the earth around them to do their bidding. can easily grow plants of any kind extremely quickly. often elves due to connection with nature.

fighter - extremely strong and fast, can easily dodge attacks. perceptive. usually either humans or a hybrid of a 'strong' animal (ex, bull, tiger, etc)

redstoner - INSANELY good eyesight. can go without food or water or even sleep for longer periods of time than normal. have dark vision. often demons, gargoyles, or dark elves.

explorer - super speedy and agile. keen sense for biomes and where they are. excellent navigational skills and have a mental map that spans MILES. usually rodent or small animal hybrids (rabbits, rats, birds)

entertainer/story teller - have a siren like ability to convince people or get them to do their bidding. can captivate (or distract) just about any one with a story or performance. can talk their way out of almost any situation. can read people well and can easily tell when someone is attempting to deceive them. often avians (or have wings of any kind) or fish hybrids (mermaids)

artist - pretty rare and not well understood. super perceptive and can see art in pretty much anything. whatever they create no matter the medium can come to life if they so choose. have illusion magic and can hide things and make them blend with the environment. can see extra colors (i just thought this would be funny). a wild card species wise, can be anything from humans to zombies.

additionally, most minecraft mechanics will have an in world explanation (although im still working that out!).

the life games do exist! they're actually just a yearly sport for the players and work based on revival, so no one actually dies during it. although they still feel the pain of death, so the players tend to get REALLY into it and it gets quite tense. people not participating watch over in a stadium like setting, yet they get artists to make it so the people watching aren't seen by the players. some players may not even know there's people watching them!

the watchers DO exist as gods but are not the regular people actually watching the games! although they control the strings of fate and love to "play" with the people in the life games.

if you have any questions or something fun to add, PLEASE tell me!!! im really proud of this au and i would love to see what other people think of it :3

[delirious-donna]

Hiii Donna, I’m here to join your event hehe :3 I’m familiar with most of the fandoms in your list, so I’ll go with kaiju no.8 or sakamoto days (theyre on my list to watch still 🥹). I go by she/her and would like a male blorbo :c my personality is a little bit all over the place I guess? I’m shy (unless im comfortable), I prefer to listen rather than talk, and I like to think I’m funny if not a little blunt at times and I can be quite a sensitive person. A song currently stuck on repeat is workin hard by Fuji kaze. Two blorbos from other fandoms that you’re probably more than aware of are kuroo tetsuro (loml <33) and sylus :333 I am looking for love!! Always!! Blowing you a huge kiss, I hope I’ve mentioned everything you need xx

Thank you for trusting Delirious Donna’s Matchmaking Service! We have studied your information at length and the following match has been made:

Soshiro Hoshina

Vice Captain of the Third Division. Renowned swordsman. Agile. Fast. Witty. Loves to laugh. Driven. Doesn’t pull punches. Soshiro can find the funny side of almost any situation, and whilst he sometimes laughs at other’s expense, he would never willingly hurt someone’s feelings.

Soshiro is known as the best close combat expert in the JAKDF which only highlights his determination, discipline and how hard-working he is. Despite all this, he can be very laidback and enjoys teasing his comrades. He would find your dry humour hilarious and might even goad you into joining him when he is poking fun of his friends. A real cat vibes kinda man and he wants to purr all over you…

Date Options

You fight? Soshiro would happily show you how to wield a sword properly. Maybe it’s just an excuse to get up close and personal but he wouldn’t mind working up a sweat with you

Milk or sugar? How about attending a traditional tea ceremony with the VC. Just be mindful that he may try and make you laugh when everything is quiet and respectful. He’s a rascal like that

Adrenaline junkie? Soshiro is no stranger to thrills and massive adrenaline highs which means he absolutely loves rollercoasters and theme parks in general. He’d tempt you onto the fastest ride he can find then buy you whatever junk food takes your fancy. Of course, he wouldn’t end the date until he won you an armful of plushies

Result

So, how did we do? Did the date go well and which option did you choose? Is Soshiro going to hear from you again or should we be letting him down gently?

Bonus Match

Another candidate saw your profile and requested a match, he’s rather keen…

Gaku - his profile is mysteriously blank 🙃

Decisions decisions Rosie dearest. Will you pick one or the other? Or both, they don’t have to know 😏

Matchmaker Event - Open!

[autisticalastor]

tagged by @the-flaming-nightmare tysm!!!

doing a bit from ch4 of my vox redemption fic (which will not drop til next week bc this week im doing a piece for bottom alastor week 2 lol) <3

Vox isn't really sure what he expected the hotel to be like when he got there... but it wasn't this. Despite just having rebuilt only weeks ago, it seems like they're already running into trouble, with what looks like a solid quarter of the hotel in absolute shambles. Amid the rubble stands the Princess of Hell herself, seemingly having a heated argument with Alastor, who doesn't appear to be all that fazed.

The Princess notices him before he gets quite close enough to hear what they're talking about, but he's pretty sure it's about whatever got the hotel into this state anyways. She waves and gives him a tense smile, calling out to him.

"Gimme a minute to finish up here with Al and I'll be right with you! You can wait inside if you want!" Her tone is full of false cheer, and he's far too well-versed in reading between the lines at this point not to notice how she's barely keeping herself from going full demonic power right now.

Her rage isn't directed at him, but he's still on edge enough after everything that's gone down recently that it might as well be. He just gives her a nod and heads inside. He said he wasn't going to drink anymore just a couple weeks ago, but he heads straight for the bar now, figuring a little buzz will take some of the edge off him. He does his best to ignore the way everyone's looking at him, this odd mix of distrust and contempt he isn't used to being so openly on the receiving end of.

"So, uh... The fuck happened here?" Vox asks the bartender, a gruff looking cat(? Why does he have wings?) demon as he takes a seat.

"What's it to you?" the bartender fires back, clearly not too keen on conversation.

"No offense, but having your hotel crumbling to bits less than two months after reopening doesn't make a good impression on prospective residents."

"You wanna stay here? You won't last a day before you're crawlin' back to the other Vees."

Vox scowls at him. "I'll have you know, I'm here on business. And the other Vees are completely separate from that. We just work together. Sort of. In the same building."

He isn't really sure why he feels such a need to explain himself. He doesn't know this guy, shouldn't give a flying fuck what he thinks, yet it really bothers him that someone thinks he needs Valentino and Velvette to function. As if he isn't his own independent person. Guess that's the price you pay for branding most of your public image around your partnerships.

OK I TAGGGG @nottapossum @danana-split @small-duckie if any of u guys wanna join :3

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Hi! I've got an au to share with you! I love your writing and the ideas you have for all of these different aus, i feel like im being fed a three course meal 🤤. Bonus points if you want to write a little one-shot based on this, feel free not to, tho! I see you're pretty busy with other aus, so I'd be perfectly happy just hearing your imput- but if this tickles you, feel free to write something for it 😝 (no pressure, of course)

My au is a fluffy whore!Adam au!

Just tit fluff, Angel Dust style, bonus points if he's pink and feminine.

Maybe he works for Valentino, because Adam was so desperate after falling and to save whatever dignity he had left, he didn't go to the hotel or ask Lucifer for help.

Of cause Angel is super pissed because some new hire is nearly becoming as popular as him? Like the fuck? This rando JUST signed a contract!

He's super shocked when he finds out it's Adam (I dont think Val or the rest of Hell would know), he's even more shocked when he's acting like a total whore (I guess this is on parr with the succubus au- don't sue me pls).

Angel complains to Husk, Husk either gossips to Alastor or Alastor over hears (more like easedrops because he's a bitch like that). So Alastor uses this information to maybe torment Lucifer a little.

Alastor: a little pussy cat told me that a certain first man is making quite the name for himself in the entertainment scene- he's well on his way to becoming Hells number most sort after porn star (insert old timey word for porn star lol)

Lucifer: Adam? He's dead asshole. I'm the king of Hell, I'd be able to tell if he was still alive-

Alastor: ah, so not only are you a useless father, but you're also a poor excuse for a king! I've seen him myself- feel free to book a session, he's expensive~ (I like to think Alastor booked a session with Adam, it could be for sexual, torture or humiliation purposes or all of the above)

Alsator shadows away before Lucifer can reply or attack him.

Lucifer manages to book an appointment threw Valentino, who by the way, was not a pleasure to work with. And boy, Adam was not cheap. Because of Adam's contract he's not allowed to speak about anything that isn't fucking, flirting or dirty talk while on the job, so while Lucifer is trying to get any information out of Adam while shoving him to the ground (I like the idea that Lucifer would be violent with Adam if he saw him again, just for the angst of cause).

Adam can't say anything of use, just choking out "harder Daddy", and other words that makes Lucifer think he's a carbon copy of Angel Dust.

Lucifer can't decide if he's concerned about Adam or finds it funny. Maybe at first he had a good laugh at Adams expense, but when he didn't snap back or insult him, Lucifer was kind of taken aback.

After throwing Adam around for a bit, trying to get him to talk to him like he use to, but all he's saying is cringey one liners, he has no idea what to do. He's not even making it obvious that he knows Lucifer, just calling him "you're highness" and coming up with sexual scenarios about what a king could do to a little sinner like him.

That's all I've got, but I'm kinda keen for it. I think I've strayed away from the Succubus au, this one is just more horny and angst filled. Also Adam being on the short end of the stick when dealing with Valentino? What better way to piss Lucifer off.

Anyway- let me know what you think 😫🙏

Ooooh I love this so much, let Adam be a little whore. And no of course he wouldn't be cheap lol

Thank you!! There is so much I want to write.

Maybe one day. I really love this idea.

[siderods]

Redd Scare

No switcher particularly likes handling the deliveries from the Budd Company's main Workshops. The job can be quite a Handful. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"TRAITOR!" Yowled the RDC lettered for the New Haven. She lay lopsided on the ground, glowering up at the unlettered car behind her. "I KNEW IT! YOU AREN'T AN EXPORT MODEL! YOU'RE A SPY!"

The accused, an RDC-2, groaned. "For the last time! I am NOT speaking in some "Russian Spy Code." It's Arabic. I learned it because I am being exported. To Arabia."

"LIES!" Hissed the New Haven car. "YOU DERAILED ME! IS WAS SABOTAGE! SABOTAGE I TELL YOU!"

"I think you've told us quite enough, Martha." Came the RDC-4, who was already quite used to carrying everyone else's baggage. She sat immediately in front of the tipped RDC-1. She was lettered for the Canadian National, and very keen on getting to her destination. "I'm sure the crew will figure out what happened here soon, but pointing couplers will do nothing to speed up the process. None of us should hold ill will towards any of our family."

"That foreign invader is NO family of mine! He bucked me off the rails, I felt it!"

"I did not! That switch came rough for all of us! Ask anyone!"

At this, the entire train erupted into a chorus of shouts and yells, with every Budd product in the shipment trying to get a word in.

"LEAVE HIM BE! HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! I FELT THE BUMP TOO!" Said an RDC-9, who always agreed with whatever the car in front of him was saying.

"WE'RE TIRED OF HIS BABBLESPEAK! I SAY WE LEAVE HIM OUT HERE IN THE WILDS TO RUST!" Hollered a CNJ car, blissfully unaware that the busy streets of Pittsburgh were a stone's throw away from the line he was sitting on.

"I say we toss 'im in da Hudson and leddim swim to this "Shoddy Arabia" place he keeps yammerin' about!" Boomed a New York Central car with an accent thicker than his frames.

At the head of the train, the unfortunate pair of diesel switchers in charge of the move jumped as they heard the full-on shouting match break out. Slowly, the leading Baldwin cut away to fetch a crane.

"Don't leave me here! My radiator is ringing from all this noise." Said the Fairbanks Morse.

"Should've taken the head end when I offered it!" Quipped the Baldwin, "This isn't my first rodeo with one of these deliveries. Have fun!"