#cotton candy bastard

[probablyok1]

So dummies are pretty cool

[hecksupremechips]

Fuckin. The reason Owen has asthma is literally because his real self is buried alive suffocating and his mom is the one who reminds him to bring his inhaler when he’s a kid and next time we see her she’s sick and then she’s dead and when Owen watches the finale he’s wheezing and projectile vomiting and his dad springs into action to drown him further and when it’s the final act his lips are severely chapped from overuse of the inhaler and he keeps trying to inhale from it but it’s not working and he just keeps wheezing loudly keeps trying to make this all work he knows why it isn’t he’s dying she’s DYING he ends the movie apologizing to everyone and still wheezing

[blue-rose-soul]

in raised together AU who is charli and Alastor favorite sin(uncle/aunt)?

Well, my ability to answer this is pretty limited by the fact that we've still got three Sins MIA. But I can answer at least talk about Charlie and Alastor's relationships with the three Sins other than Lucifer we know.

I think as a kid, Alastor would probably enjoy Asmodeus's singing a lot. Usual subject matter aside, Asmodeus and Alastor seem to have a shared love of jazz, though Asmodeus's style is more modern while Alastor likes classic jazz. So I can imagine them bonding over music, and the fact that Asmodeus values consent so highly makes me think he'd be pretty good about respecting a traumatized, skittish kid's boundaries, which made it easy for kid Alastor to feel at ease around him.

Charlotte Puppy-Dog-Kisses-and-Cotton-Candy-Dreams Morningstar I see being pretty close with Beelzebub growing up. I feel like Bee would have encouraged Charlie's compassionate nature, explaining how she can literally taste the energy of her revelers and feels a sense of responsibility over the people at her parties. Charlie takes inspiration from this, and it shapes how she sees the title of 'princess' as a position of responsibility.

As for Mammon, he definitely tried to position himself as the 'fun uncle' and as kids Charlie and Alastor liked him alright. He'd give them cheap toys from Loo Loo Land and 'joke' about being their favorite uncle while saying they should come visit him often when they got older (and more powerful and influential themselves). By the time they grow up, however, they have a poorer opinion of him and the way he treats his performers.

Charlie and Alastor don't see the other Sins very often by present because everything with the hotel and trying to stop the exterminations takes up most of their time. But there are still occasional phone calls, and they're still on good terms.

[n-copper9]

i did not realize that Pebble came with the package of being Stone fictionkin.

[writersdrug]

Convincing bartender Simon to make one of those overly decorated and sweet cocktails or even add it to the menu because it’s cute and you know it’d do well on the gram and attract the ladies. He’d huff and puff but do it anyway

Like one of these with cotton candy, glitter, and sprinkles etc!: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/825988387943179970/

OMG wait I soooo want to try that-

The video ends, and Simon stares at the picture of the drink with a furrowed brow.

"Looks like somethin' you'd see at a bridal shower." He comments, handing you back your phone.

"Doesn' it?" You say with a smile, shoving your phone into your back pocket. You lean your arms over the bar and poke his side. "Come oooonnnnnn, Simon - imagine how many sales you'd make on something like that! People would love it."

"Imagine the money I'd lose, havin' t' buy bags of candy floss..." he grumbles, hiding his smirk behind his mask when you groan dramatically.

"You could do it as a promotional thing...? Like- ladies' night... in October?"

He snorts. "'Ladies' Night in October', hmm? N' what are ladies celebratin'?"

"Ok, fine- forget Ladies' Night. What about something for Halloween?"

"Like wot?" He grunts, grabbing a glass from the stack and pouring out one of the taps.

"I dunno... something fun, but practical - Oh! You could- like a Moscow Mule, but just serve it in a different glass and use edible glitter!"

Simon quirks his brow as he slides the beer glass to a customer. "Edible glitter?" He asks, wiping his hands on his rag. "Didn't know there was such a thing."

You nod quickly, your eyes full of excitement. "Yeah! God, I could pick up a bunch from the baker's supply down a few blocks. You could call it 'Witches' Brew.'"

He turns it over for a moment - in his opinion, it's ridiculous. He runs a pub, not a college bar. He would have scoffed at the idea of someone else had brought it up - but, it's you bringing it up, and that's a completely different story. You have such a brilliant gleam in your eye that melts his heart. He can't say no to you, especially after making you cry last week. He's still carrying out his penance for that.

"You think it'd sell?"

"Oh, for sure! I can make an insta post about it to get some attention."

He clicks his tongue, turning to the POS and seemingly uninterested by it. "Fine - if you spend anythin' promotin' it, let Price know. He'll reimburse ya."

You let out a triumphant whoop and slide of the barstool. He lets out a huff as you trot back to your tables, a noticeable pep in your step. He chances through the window on the kitchen door to see if his food is ready - what he's met with is Johnny's face, staring through the warming counter as he stands at the stove, a smug grin resting on his lips.

Simon can practically hear the cook's thoughts. Whipped bastard.

You had left without saying goodbye that night. You waited by the counter, rocking eagerly on your toes as Simon grabbed your tips from the night before out of the safe. As soon as he handed them to you, you snatched them and ran out the door. He was a bit irked by that, standing there with a stubborn frown as you pranced out of the restaurant - maybe you're still not back to being cheeky and chipper yet after last week. He can live with that... for now.

However, not twenty minutes later, you come stumbling back in with a paper bag in hand and a smile on your face, panting like you'd just run a marathon. Simon's anxieties quell at the sight of you.

"Got it!" You say breathlessly, walking to the edge of the bar and dropping the bag onto it. Simon folds his arms over his chest as you reach in and pull out a small bottle of glitter. You hand It to him and he takes it, holding it up to the dim light above.

"You can eat this shit?" He asks, brows furrowed.

"Mhmm!" You chirp, settling into a barstool. "Now, bartender - I'll have a Moscow Mule."

He sets the glitter down and grabs a clear glass, working on gathering the ingredients. "Ya only call me that when you want something."

"I'm calling you what you are." You respond, watching as he skillfully mixes everything together, pouring vodka from the jigger between two fingers, tossing in lime juice and topping it off with ginger beer. As shameful as it is to admit, you're kinda attracted to the skill he presents.

"Should be callin' me boss." He says, topping the drink off with a straw.

You slide off your stool and chuckle. "Yeah, you'd be into something kinky like that."

Simon has to bite the inside of his cheek to distract himself from the thought of you - nope. He won't even entertain the idea. He simply steps back a bit as you wedge yourself behind the bar (yes, he actually forces himself to give you enough room - he doesn't need you feeling hiw aroused he is).

You grab a bottle of the glitter and dash some into the drink. After swirling it with the straw, the liquid becomes iridescent with purple shimmer that billows about the glass. You look up at him with a satisfied smile.

"Witches' Brew." You announce, holding the drink out to him.

You look happy - an observation that makes Simon smile, even if he wasn't the one to cause your happiness. He lifts his mask, grabs one of the straws and plugs it, before bringing it to his mouth and sampling the drink.

"Tastes like a mule."

"But it looks like a potion, right?"

"'S this glitter goin' to be in my gut whenever I get autopsied?"

You laugh, grabbing the glass and leaving Simon behind the bar. "That would be a cute party trick." You call over your shoulder.

Simon watches you, arms folded over his chest and his eyes curious. You set the drink on the opposite end of the bar, pulling your phone from your pocket and pointing the camera to the glass. You grimace; your arm reaches over the bar to grab the rag lying over the faucet, and quickly wipe down the bartop. He huffs, grabbing his phone from the register and pulling up his group text with Soap and Price.

Ghost: got ourselves a marketing team.

He looks back up at you - you're hunched over, taking picture after picture of the drink. You twirl the straw in the liquid every few seconds, kicking up the glitter and making it reflect the low lighting of the bar.

Hus phone buzzes.

Price: ??

Ghost: she's making a drink for october and promoting it in social media

Soap: clever girl

Soap: what drink?

Ghost: moscow mule, but in a clear glass and with some edible glitter shit. it's pretty neat.

Soap: picture?

Price: Promoting? Will this cost me anything?

Simon chuckles. He pulls up the camera on his phone and aims it at you-

Except you're in a different position. You're perched so nicely on a barstool, holding your phone at arm's length and your drink in the other hand. You're smiling up at your camera, nose scrunched as you pose for a selfie. Your hair is down, your back is arched, and - did you tug your neckline down? You most certainly did. You're breasts weren't that pronounced before.

Without thinking, Simon takes a photo. The shutter clicks loudly: you look at him, as do the three patrons sitting at the bar.

Fuck. He panicks, clearing his throat and lowering his phone. "Jus' showin' the lads what you're up to." He says, but you can see the tension in his shoulders as he quickly sends the picture to the chat and puts his phone in his pocket.

You smirk - whether it was truly just for Price and Soap, or if it was for himself, you felt a little flattered that you'd caught him in the act. You hoped for the latter.

Simon exhales heavily and rests his palms on the counter. His face burns beneath his mask as he tries to calm his racing heart. Fuck- was that weird? Course it fuckin' was. Goddamn creep.

His phone buzzes again. He sighs and pulls it into his hand.

Price: Cute thing, isn't she?

Simon immediately frowns, any previous shame now replaced with a fire in his chest.

"Fuckin' wot?"

[gay-dorito-dust]

Types of kisses that I’d -loosely- think these boys would suit…

Dick - playful, teasing kisses that made you feel light off your feet and your stomach feel as though it was harbouring a million restless butterflies. Kisses that made you feel giddy as a child in a candy store while also making you feel as though you could sprout wing and fly into the cotton clouds above. However the taunting rapid fire pecks often finished as soon as they start, causing for frustration to rise on the odd occasion, as you were forced to hold his face still between your hands as you gifted him with a proper kiss.

Meanwhile he smiles against your lips in victory knowing how easily you’ve taken the bait he shamelessly had laid out.

Jason - tender, slow, gentle kisses where time was no longer a thing. From the tender weaving of his lips, to the languid strokes of his tongue that had you forgetting about your bodily need for air as you indulged in the fantasy of your own making, up until your were abruptly pulled back into reality as your lungs were burning for rest and recovery. Then there’s also the tenderness in how you held onto each other so closely, almost as though you were afraid to loose each other within your accumulated love and affection for one another.

Time was no longer existent the moment your lips touched, and it didn’t exist when you were taking your sweet time rediscovering each others bodies with featherlight caresses, possessive grasping of the waist to pull the other in closer and firm squeezes of strong calloused hands.

Damian - kisses that were planted on the back of your hands in appreciation and made you feel respected, honoured and above all looked upon as though you were a priceless piece of artistry that was one of a kind; Blessed with being one of a kind, forever being replicated and imitated but never perfected and worshiped as a deity in your own right with devote followers kneeling at your shrine, your beloved being the most devote of them all. He would gladly forfeit his life for yours should the occasion arise but would never tell you.

Bruce - passionate kisses that only increases the more you were made aware of the fact that any day could be your last, a reality that was no more true when living in an extremely hostile city such as Gotham, and so you show your relief in seeing him come home with little less then a few scrapes and bruises is by pushing up his cowl and kissing him with everything you had. Every kiss pressed into each others lips acted like a wordless conversation between the two of you, confessions of happiness for the others return home and the fear that festered in your mind during his absence; to his attempts of reassuring your frantic mind into a state of calm and grounding you with his skilful touch.

John- rough, fast paced kisses that finishes with both of you walking away with bruised, puffy lips and severely out of breath. His kisses alone were another to set every never within your body aflame with a multitude of emotions such as desire, lust and restlessness; all of which would pile up on top of each other the longer this continued to the point where you were pushed to the brink of utter insanity. And of course the delicious prickling sensation of his stubble against you didn’t help make things any better, and the smug bastard knew this as he chuckled at how easily you feel apart in his arms, something he’ll tease you about later, but for now he’ll allow himself to indulge in the needy pull of your hands on the collar of his shirt.

[littlelamy]

Could you do Reader meeting Drew at carnival or something? Reader is there with her two friends and Drew is there with his, Odessa and co. Both groups are in odd numbers, meaning someone always has to sit with a stranger during a carousel ride. This time it is Reader’s turn to sit with a stranger while her friends sit togehter. Same for Drew. Reader and Drew get put together in a ride. Some awkward tension, attraction and cuteness. As soon as they get off the ride tho, Odessa runs up to Drew hugging him, so Reader gets the impression that he is taken and is like ‘’Oh…guess I won’t ask for his number…..:/ ‘’ and walks off. But then at some point Drew sees her again at the carnival and well…….

hope you like it !!⭐️ the air was thick with the smell of popcorn and cotton candy, the sounds of laughter and screams from carnival rides filling the night. you, along with your two friends, were making your way through the throngs of people, the vibrant lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors around you. your friend jenna was already eyeing the ferris wheel, while casey was determined to find the most ridiculous hat she could wear for a photo op.

“can we please go on something that won’t make me want to hurl?” you joked, clutching your stomach as you passed a spinny ride that looked like it could launch someone into orbit.

“oh, come on! where’s your sense of adventure?” jenna teased, giving you a playful shove. “we’re here to have fun!”

just then, you caught sight of a group across the way: a guy with tousled hair, a cheeky grin plastered on his face, surrounded by a couple of friends, one of whom was waving her arms like a lunatic. you couldn’t help but smirk; they looked like a band of misfits, and the guy—drew, you overheard someone call him—had an easy charm that was hard to ignore.

as you wandered toward the carousel, the sound of cheerful music inviting you closer, drew’s laugh carried over to you, loud and unapologetic. he had that kind of laugh that made you want to roll your eyes, but you also found yourself grinning. the carousel was in a weird configuration: you and your friends were odd-numbered, meaning one of you would have to sit with a stranger. guess who that unlucky bastard was? you.

“looks like it’s you, champ,” casey said, nudging you forward as jenna giggled. “have fun with your mystery date!”

you shot her a mock glare before stepping up to the ride. meanwhile, drew was being pushed by his friends toward the same ride, and you both ended up on the same horse—his a little to the left of yours. great.

as the carousel began to spin, you shot drew a sideways glance. he looked at you, and for a moment, everything blurred into the background. “so, this is fun,” you said, trying to fill the awkward silence. “i’m thrilled to be your carousel buddy.”

“thrilled? oh, it must be my lucky day,” he replied, his smirk making your heart flutter. “what’s your name? or should I just call you my new favorite stranger?”

“y/n. and you’re drew, right?”

“guilty as charged. so, what brings you here? other than the joy of being awkwardly paired with a stranger on a spinning ride?”

you laughed, the sound a bit louder than you intended. “just here for the chaos, i guess. you know, cotton candy, overpriced games, and the constant threat of nausea.”

“ah, a connoisseur of fine carnivals! i like that,” he grinned, leaning closer. “i, too, have a refined taste in fine cotton candy and the thrill of potential vomiting on a carousel. it’s a true art form, really.”

you shook your head, laughing. “you’re ridiculous. but in the best way.”

the ride continued, the two of you exchanging jokes, the initial awkwardness fading into something more comfortable. you caught yourself sneaking glances at him, taking in the way his lips curled into a smirk and how animated his expressions were. he was cute—like, really cute.

but as the ride slowed to a stop, reality came crashing back. you were both about to disembark when suddenly, a blur of energy rushed up to drew. “drew!” she squealed, throwing her arms around him. it was odessa, the friend from earlier, and the two of them looked way too cozy. your heart sank as you realized that maybe drew wasn’t available after all.

“oh… guess i won’t be asking for his number,” you muttered under your breath, forcing a smile as you stepped away. you could feel the bubble of attraction deflate like a popped balloon. you waved goodbye to your friends and started to walk away, trying to ignore the sting of disappointment.

time passed, and the carnival lights danced around you, but your mind kept drifting back to the moment with drew. you were beginning to think you’d never see him again when, out of nowhere, he came sprinting back into view. his friends were trailing behind him, and he was looking for something—or someone.

“hey!” he called, spotting you. you turned, a little surprised he even remembered your name. “you didn’t get my number!”

“yeah, well, you were kind of busy being hugged by odessa,” you replied, crossing your arms defensively.

“trust me, it’s not what it looks like. we're just friends,” he said, rolling his eyes. "want to grab some cotton candy together? i promise to share, but only if you’re willing to do it like true adults—by faceplanting into it.”

your heart did a little flip at his invitation. “okay, but only if you promise to eat it straight off the stick like civilized humans.”

drew laughed, his eyes lighting up. “deal! and who knows, maybe we can find a ride that doesn’t require sitting next to strangers. unless you’re into that. i’m not here to judge. my friends and i have a running bet on who can make the most ridiculous small talk on rides, and i could use some competition.”

he led you through the carnival, weaving between the crowds, his hand brushing against yours like he was testing the waters. your heart raced as you made your way toward the ferris wheel, its lights twinkling like a galaxy above you. “this is the best ride for some real fun,” he said, leaning closer as you waited in line. “you get a killer view of the carnival and the chance to make out in the moonlight if you play your cards right.”

“oh, really?” you shot back, trying to sound nonchalant, though your cheeks felt hot. “is that a guarantee?”

“i’m just saying,” he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face, “i can be pretty persuasive. or maybe it’s just the cotton candy talking.”

as you climbed into the gondola and it began to rise, the world below you shrank, the lights of the carnival twinkling like stars. you could feel the excitement building, your heart racing not just from the height but from being so close to him. drew leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. “you know, this would be the perfect time to kiss someone,” he murmured, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“oh, is that right?” you replied, challenging him with a smirk.

“absolutely. i mean, who wouldn’t want to steal a kiss while overlooking a carnival filled with chaos?” he asked, leaning even closer until your lips were mere inches apart.

in that moment, everything else faded away. the noise of the carnival, the lights, the world—it was just you and drew, suspended in that gondola. you could feel the heat radiating between you as you closed the gap, your lips meeting his in a soft, tentative kiss that quickly turned hungry. he tasted like cotton candy and adventure, and you lost yourself in the moment, the kiss deepening as you melted against him.

when you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, he grinned like he’d just won the jackpot. “so, how was that for some carnival fun?” he teased, clearly pleased with himself.

“definitely more exciting than a roller coaster,” you admitted, your heart still racing.

“well, the night is still young,” he said, his grin widening. “let’s see what other trouble we can get into.”

as the ferris wheel creaked to a stop, you couldn’t help but feel that this was just the beginning of a wild night filled with laughter, chaos, and maybe a few more kisses.

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[marclef]

how the heck have i not drawn this little bastard yet. oh well. i fixed that.

cotton candy lookin' MF

kinda surprises me i haven't drawn him legit yet, especially since.... i might have changed how he dies in my own AU.

would you like to know how?

it isn't pretty.

[semperamans]

clo i need to know your thoughts on cal, johnny and benny all falling for the same, sweet local girl! <3 love ya xoxo

suse how could you do this to me :( currently trying not to scream cry and throw up in the coffee shop :( this somehow turned into jealous!danny? dunno how! kinda long, so ya gotta read more xo

benny says your name like it's this sacred thing and danny knows he's in for a treat. the sun grows weary as she dips beneath the tree line, but danny is unyielding; bony forearms braced on the tops of his thighs, microphone edging just a bit closer to his pondering interviewee. benny blows a stream of smoke from the corner of his mouth, watching as it mingles with the cotton candy clouds and it's hard, danny thinks, to be around benny because everything he does is so damn picturesque. he's filled more than three rolls of film with just benny and yeah, he's gotta be mindful because film isn't cheap and he's broke but there's something about the way benny looks; leather cut laying just so over his shirtless form, white levis baggy from age, speckled with either dirt or blood, he doesn't know, and he's just so cool that it's impossible to resist. danny snaps a quick picture, scolds himself as the ticker tells him he's got four shots left, then turns his chin to watch as benny plucks the near-extinguished cigarette from between his teeth, flicking it into the grass. "what'dya wanna know about her?" "well," danny shifts in the creaky lawnchair, "y'know, i've talked to the guys and they, uh, they say she's the best thing that's happened to the club. girls are sayin' it too, n'not just cus she made you nasty bastards start washing your hands." benny is chuckling, pillowy lips damp from the swipe of his tongue. "so what is it about her?" danny asks then waits and waits and waits as benny sits, per usual, in silence. and, okay, maybe this isn't going as well as danny hoped and now he's scrambling, throwing haphazard sentences around his brain, but then benny is speaking and holy shit he's speaking. danny has never heard him say more than fifteen words but now he's a leaky faucet "she's good - everythin' about her - doesn't have a mean bone in her body, y'know? gave all've us a chance, gave me a chance." benny shakes his head as though he still can't believe it then stops, turning his head at the faint sound of the screendoor closing and there you are in a pair of cutoff overalls, hair pulled back with a crocheted bandana and danny can see it, the whole angelic thing. you pay neither of them any mind, tending instead to the flowers 'round the porch. your little yellow watering can is cute and danny can see the fondness constricting the base of benny's throat. "think m'biased." benny says, turning back to face danny. "but 've said it once and i'll say it till they throw me in the ground: she's heaven sent. an' i hope imma good enough man to see her again when i get where i'm goin'." danny leaves with a rekindled belief in love and hopes that maybe one day he’ll be lucky enough to be loved the way benny is.

it's been three weeks since benny's interview and danny can't help but notice things. he carries this leather notebook around - jotting down names and places and tape numbers - but the page he keeps coming back to is one he scribbled across a few days ago. the thing about benny's girl is that she isn't just benny's girl. he's circled it three times for good measure because benny's girl doesn't just belong to benny - sure, maybe in the ways it matters - but every single soul adores her; lights up when she walks in and it sure is a sight to see fifty or so bikers grinning and stumbling over their own feet for this girl who looks like she couldn't harm a fuckin' fly. if she had a male equivalent danny reckons it would be cal. cal with a personality as warm as fire, who talks to everyone, and cracks jokes, and is unabashedly himself. but cal has a temper and it shows during a run to akron. danny is interviewing zipco when he hears the commotion then suddenly everyone is stampeding toward two swinging figures and he knows this is where he steps back. it's a full-on brawl now and zipco sure as shit wasn't going to stay and yap while there was chaos amuck, so danny plops down, lights a cigarette and waits. "s'guy called her a bitch," cal says and danny almost jumps out of his fuckin' skin. where did the sun go? he scrambles to a sitting position, wiping drool from the corner of his mouth and smacking the record button on his cassette recorder. "what?" "some fuckin' prick called her a bitch." cal's got a handful of ice cubes pressed to his busted jaw and because the man knows no personal space a bloody mix has dripped onto danny's pant leg. "her?" danny's not following but the beat up boy tips his head and danny should've known. it's you. of course it's you. "not gonna let nobody talk to her like that. i don't take too kindly for no one talkin' ill to a lady, but 'specially her. s'the most fucked up shit you can do." that's when danny realizes that cal has it too. it's the same look benny had when you came out of the house - that dumb, lovesick gaze - but cal's is laced with longing and danny actually feels bad for him. "she sure is something." he says, testing the waters. he's out of cigarettes so his nimble fingers pluck a handful of grass from beside his boot. "sure is." cal takes a seat, reaching behind danny to grab the jug of strong-smelling alcohol. "never met anyone like 'er. been everywhere; hell to fuckin' Houston, never met a girl like her before." he takes a deep swig, grimaces, then swallows. "benny sure is lucky, ain't he?" danny says, peering under his lashes at the golden-haired boy and he laughs. "we're all lucky. she's the sweetest of the sunflowers, man. she's like the fuckin' sun. least she is to me - to us." poor bastard, danny thinks. poor infatuated bastard.

"where ya gonna be sittin', baby?" "with johnny." "good girl, c'mere gimmie a kiss." danny's at the bar nursing a beer and a hangover and probably a concussion and you know what? this kinda talk doesn't phase him anymore. he's used to it by now; sure he doesn't know the rules, but it's none of his business anyway and in his four months with the club he's learned, above all else, that bikers are fuckin' weird. still danny finds you, watches as benny grabs your chin bringing you up up up onto your tiptoes before planting delicate kisses onto your giggling mouth. "you go see 'em." it's a whisper and danny's not trying to eavesdrop but he finds himself leaning closer. "looks like he needs some cheerin' up." and maybe danny is still invested because he turns, following you as you float over to johnny's table where he's hunched over an intimidating stack of papers. you say something, but your sweet voice is too quiet over the racket and danny cares so he stands, goes over to the pinball machine, but doesn't turn it on. "hi, pretty." johnny reaches over, takes your hand, tugs you closer and you giggle, bracing your hands on his broad shoulders and this is different. none of the other guys put their hands on you - just benny, just benny because he's yours and you're his but johnny does it so naturally danny knows he's done it before. "what's goin' on, old man?" your voice drips nothing but affection and johnny smiles around his cigarette and launches into club dues and the upcoming springfield run and the dwindling bail fund and danny starts losing interest; his feet are going numb and there's only so much longer he can stand there pretending to fucking play pinball before someone catches on but then you're on johnny's lap and yeah this never happens. danny has seen benny beat the dog shit out of a guy for even suggesting that you sit next to him but now here you are, balanced on one of johnny's broad thighs, spinning his wedding band around and around his finger and benny sees, fucking smiles at the sight, and drops his head, lining up his next shot at the pool table. danny realizes you're talking and running your hand up and down johnny's arm as you validate his feelings and strategize fundraising plans and promise to bake some of your infamous strawberry shortcake bites. johnny's promised hand lays so delicately upon your cheek danny thinks he may kiss you but thank fuck he doesn't because danny'd surely blow his cover and a load in his pants because, okay, yeah, he gets it. knows now why everyone loves you, has started to catch feelings of his own but he's not johnny or benny and he'll never be able to touch you the way he wants so he guesses he'll join the ranks with cal as just another distant admirer. just another love struck bastard.

[r0-boat]

Headcanons for favorite ice cream flavor of your favorite whb characters?

I will do all of them

ALL WHB DEMON CHARACTERS AND THEIR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR

Ultimate whb ice cream headcannon! Please let me know how you think of them in the comments I love reading them :)

Cut for length.

Gehanna

Satan

This man is an cookies and cream bastard. He crushes Oreos and puts them into his ice cream the more the merrier. He'll still eat his ice cream even though it's just a pile of cookies and little bits of ice cream. Genuinely gets mad that there's not enough cookies in his ice cream.

Sitri

I think he would like a more uncommon flavor like pistachio or matcha. He understands not many people like his flavor but it's his.

Juno/Ppyong

Chocolate ice cream with chocolate chip. Drizzled with chocolate... He just really likes chocolate.

Leraye

He likes those character popsicles with the eyeball gum. he always takes out the eyeballs first and then eats their heads.

Belial

He likes sherbert with gummy bears. I can see him really liking fruity flavors. Occasionally he does also have sprinkles.

Paimon

Bubble gum flavor is a masterpiece and if you disagree you're wrong.

Astaroth

Rocky road. He likes the richness of chocolate paired with the nuttiness of the almonds and the softness of marshmallows delicious!

Zagan

Chocolate chip! He's a simple man.

Tartaros

Mammon

Anything with caramel has his heart, it's sweet and delicious and he likes watching it roll down. So butterscotch caramel. Don't forget the gold shavings

Bimet

He'll have whatever Mammon is having having. extra gold shavings please... (a scoop of pineapple with coconut shavings)

Eligos

Strawberry with sprinkles! He is a strawberry die hard. Constantly getting into fights with chocolate and vanilla fans.

Valfor

Butter pecan with caramel as well. He'll also politely ask what ice cream flavor are you having and then politely asked for some of yours in exchange for some of his.

Hades

Leviathan

Neapolitan ice cream because it has three flavors and that's better than one. but then would rudely steal a spoonful of yours and wants to try everyone else's because he's jealous of what you're having because it looks good.

Foras

He also likes Neapolitan not because he wants to copy Levi He just genuinely likes the flavors.

Glasyalabolas

He can't decide between Cherry or raspberry. He just really likes strong fruity flavors. He doesn't mind a little chocolate drizzle either.

Barbatos

Of course he would like red velvet And he likes mixing bits of brownies.

Orias

Cotton candy with sprinkles. Anything sweet enough to give you diabetes

Abyssos

Beelzebub

His favorite changes every other day once you ask him It will take in about 10 minutes to think of an answer just to change it three times.

(funny headcanon one time visiting Leviathan He got into his ice cream stash to separate the three flavors and reorganize them as a prank. That's how he got banned from Hades for 100 years.)

Bael

Likes root beer float, He likes it because he can mix it in and then drink it while he's working.

Amon

My brain is telling me that he likes cookie dough. I don't know why I feel strongly about this.

Naberius

Peanut butter. He's such a sucker for peanut butter ice cream. He'll be eating it with his tail wagging happily.

Stolas

Strawberry cheesecake ice cream! And don't you dare tell him it's girly or be mean because he will cry!

Paradise Lost

Lucifer

Moose tracks is the most old man dad flavor I can think of.

Gamigin

He's more of a snow cone guy. But he likes Sorbet anything with citrus and he'll be there.

Marbas

He's a plain guy He just likes vanilla. If he feels like something different than he'll add to it it's perfect.

Beur

He likes vanilla but he's more of a French vanilla person. He thinks of himself as the better vanilla fan. He's kind of prideful about it.

Morax

Not much of an ice cream fan but he'll have whatever you're having

Niflheim

Belphegor

Mint chocolate chip. We don't know much about him it's just a vibe.

Gusion

Coffee flavor, no one saw this coming.

Bathin

He likes flavors from different countries like Ube, moonmist or hokey pokey. Any flavor that's specifically unique to that place he'll try it.

Andrealphus

Rainbow sherbert he likes tasting all the little flavors. He also likes the name because if he could see he wants to see all the pretty colors it has. Probably just as beautiful as he imagines it.

Abbadon

Dantalian

Man likes grape flavor He's just dying to get stabbed.

Phenix

Banana split. He eats the banana whole ;)

Ronove

Mango surprisingly normal...

Other

Minhyeok

Always orders the same ice cream as yours when he's alone he just orders vanilla topped with MnM's

[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to Crazier Bastard's Chapter 313

Brief summary: CH defeats Gisk. Cale learns more about the 7th Evil. Alberu receives a new quest.

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CH seemed to enjoy his fight against Gisk, the former hero, perhaps because they both had no formal sword training. So when CH defeated Gisk, the two talked about swordsmanship stuff. CH even enlightened Gisk about Gisk's sword having "roots".

We learned more stuff about the 7th Evil. It seemed like Neo "possessed" the body of the original dragon boss of the Cotton Candy Lair after an update, and nobody noticed the change except for DB because he was a mutant NPC.

As for Gisk's story, it was something like this:

Gisk was the son of a common farmer, and suddenly got chosen as a hero

He was a hero chosen by a queen and the nobles because of politics, so he was helpless against them and had to do their bidding

Something happened, and he eventually abandoned everything he had as a hero, becoming the 7th Evil boss

Dark Bear was originally the servant of the hero

The changed dragon boss appeared, and defeated Gisk, reducing him to a mere gatekeeper

Gisk also suffered from Neo's time prison whenever he fell asleep, constantly reliving the hellish time when he quit being a hero and became a boss

Now that I think of it, this chapter was another info dump chapter because we learned more about the game. 7th Evil was made up of several areas, each having its own fairy tale theme. Neo was the boss of the Cotton Candy Lair area. Gisk became the final boss because he defeated all the area bosses, and Neo became the final boss because he defeated Gisk.

There was also Cale's theory. The hunters excessively intervened in the game world, so the System AI sought to protect the game world from them, intentionally creating "bugs" like One to resolve it. And One was the one who created the mutant NPCs, revealing the truth of the world to them.

We're still in the Aipotu arc, but why does it feel like we've began the Game World arc? 😂

BTW, the strange power in the chapter title referred to Gisk calling One as a "strange power" because she revealed the truth of the world to him. So yes, Gisk was also a mutant NPC!

Gisk then entrusted CH with the hero's sword called Sword of the Sun, telling CH to give it to the hero, but only after gaining CH's recognition. Wait a second, why does this sound familiar? Isn't this Clopeh and the elven guardian sword all over again? 😂 And Sword of the Sun? Truly befitting Alberu, our sun!

CH gained a quest telling him to give the sword to the hero, and at the same time, somewhere else in the game, Alberu got a new linked sub-quest under the Main Quest 2 that he had yet to accept. The new sub-quest told him to "Get recognition from the swordsman who enlightened the former hero."

Thus, Alberu was confirmed to be the new hero. It was funny that Alberu thought he had a lot to talk about with Cale, but felt strangely uncomfortable. I am so looking forward to him finding out that Cale became an NPC boss. 🤣🤣🤣 And also excited to see a spar between master (CH) and student (Alberu). 🥰

Ending Remarks We're still in the Aipotu arc, right? 😂 Next chapter would be Cale finally getting to that control point. What would Cale do to solve the countdown bomb that would soon destroy most of Aipotu? And would an enemy dragon finally fight our Rasheel? 🤣

P.S. Thanks for the birthday greetings! 🥰🥰🥰

[sporadicthingcollection]

Godemiché (LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader)

Summary: Do you know it’s him that’s fucking you?

Pairing: LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader

Rating: 🌶️ Explicit 🌶️

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: Dubcon elements, improper use of Devil Fruit powers.

A/N: i do not know what possessed me to write this.

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It started as a joke. You, a sprightly young thing with twinkling eyes and a dirty sense of humor, unused to the close quarters that came with crewing on a ship. Him, a dirty old bastard with a detachable cock. He presented it to you in a soft cloth bag, grinning mischievously.

“Use it in the dark,” he said with a wink.

He didn't think you would. He thought he'd hear a scream in the middle of the night followed by you slapping him with it the next morning. He may have grown older, but he never really grew up.

But no.

What he feels that night, just as he's drifting off to sleep, is a delicate hand around his shaft. He jerks upright, head whipping around to catch the intruder and hand going to his crotch.

But there's nothing there, neither tackle nor intruder. He panics a moment, only to remember what he’d done and where it is.

It’s currently in your possession. And you’re using it.

The gentle prickle of hair tickles his shaft. You must be sliding it between your pussy lips. How’d you know he was weak for that? For a woman in her natural, unkempt state?

And then it grows warm and smooth and wet. He’s inside you. He feels your muscles shift as you take all of him, easing him in and out, getting him good and lubricated.

He almost chokes.

You’re already quite wet, and it slips and slides in and out with ease. Hot cunt, cool air. He grinds into the air, gasping with each distant thrust.

You grow slicker with each pump. Finally, you take him to the hilt, his entire cock sheathed inside your warmth. You clench him tight.

The air isn't enough. He groans and flips onto his belly. Grabbing a pillow, he mounts it like a dog in heat.

He squeezes his eyes shut. If he pretends, if he thinks real hard, it can be you. He is fucking you, after all. It’s not like he hasn’t been dreaming of this since you climbed aboard �� hell, even before that, when he first saw you milling about the docks.

Do you know? he wonders as his hips grind. Do you know it's him that’s fucking you?

Your walls flutter, pulling him deeper. You’re coming. And coming. And coming. Must have been a long one. He wishes he could see you fold and buck and your eyes screw shut and your breath hitch and—

He tries not to come. He tries so, so hard. But he fails.

Burying his face in the mattress, he whines your name, high and sweet as a cotton candy cloud. He grinds his hips into the pillow, praying that he’s dreaming and that he’ll open his eyes to see you underneath him.

But alas.

He empties fast and plummets back to Earth. Falling to the side, he reflects on what a pathetic, dirty old man he is.

He can't look you in the eye the next morning. Avoids you at breakfast. Dodges you all afternoon. But you corner him in the evening. Quite literally. He's in the aft hold when you get between him and the door.

Your hands darts out. In a few quick movements, you've undone his trousers and jerked them open. He's too stunned to even cover himself.

Pulling his waistband away from his body, you withdraw something from your pocket and drop it inside. He expects an ice cube. Or a firecracker. He braces himself for pain...

... But it doesn't come. Instead, his equipment returns to its rightful spot, a red silk ribbon tied in a bow adorning his shaft.

“You can have it back, but I’m gonna need that again soon,” you say. You give him a saucy wink and slip out the door.

Well. Seems like you did know.

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To the Mastahpost | To the Tip Jar

[leakyweep]

even though doffy is a bastard of a man, he truly cares for those close to him.

so when you come home, head hung low after a long, tiring day of being the perfect royalty of dressrosa by attending colosseum matches and swanky dinners with officials, he puts aside the book he’s reading and pats his leg.

“tell me about your day, little darling.”

the words always comforted you. he never asked if you were okay, or if you needed to talk, he’d simply listen as you spoke about the best or worst parts of your busy days, hands caressing your hair and the back of your neck.

he bounced you gently on his strong leg, eyes glazed over with something like adoration, maybe even debauchery, but you knew deep down he cared about you, maybe even loved you.

after giving him all the details and ending up slumped into his broad chest, face buried in soft, pink cotton candy feathers, he traced circles into your warm cheeks, a comfortable silence present.

he knows you’ll knock out soon, as you usually do, and he’ll have to drag you into the bath before joining you and helping you wash up. but this time, he lets you rest a bit; he knows how tiring keeping face for the public can be. after all, he does it every day. those dark, complicated feelings he hid behind his mask of power and wealth.

stroking your hair gently, he whispers, “i’ll come get you when the bath water is ready.”

[bitchlessdino]

TPC: Mingyu's sloppy ex sex

Series

Pairing: ex!mingyu x afab!reader (wearing a skirt)

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.1k

tags: toxic themes, villainized reader, mentions of alcohol and vaping, reader makes out with man that isn't mingyu, high!gyu, yearning, voyeurism (kinda?), male masturbation, sex on a car, unprotected sex, degrading, spanking, choking, obvious hostility

Summary: Mingyu and his ex had be broken up for so long already and he was finally getting over them, but god be damned if you didn’t look so hot tonight.

author note: happy birthday to mingyu, hope you get laid. not like this tho, you deserve to be happy. Also to readers, don't romantize this IRL. be good people, be kind to your partners or loved ones. Enjoy smut as smut not inspiration for real life. be so fucking for real. ily

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Mingyu had been a single man for 7 months, 8 days, and 14 hours; but who's counting?

He didn’t miss you. He just missed your face. And your hair. Your perfume that reminded him of cotton candy and starbursts. And how your naked body would stretch like a starfish every morning. And the expensive coffee bean you insisted on hand grinding every day. See. He missed those things. Definitely not you.

At least that’s what he told himself when he saw you the first time since the break, standing in an impossibly delectable getup when you walked through that front door. God, did you know how to dress to impress the masses. You knew he couldn’t keep his hands off of you when you had on leather, his unspoken kryptonite. 

He crushed the red solo cup in his hand as you shamelessly flirted with the man across from you. The blonde man maybe was as buff as Mingyu, handsome as Mingyu, but at least he wasn't as tall as Mingyu. Mingyu was hard to beat at height.

Still, your attention was on the stranger. Mingyu felt pathetic. He had every nerve in his body to pull you away from the bastard and stick you up against a wall and fuck you senseless, but things were over between the two of you. He had no right.

His doubt displaces as you lean against the man, their arm falling around your waist, as your eyes pierced back at Mingyu. They spoke volumes in each other's gazes. You simply watch the expressions on Mingyu’s face as the man begins pressing kisses lightly against the hollow of your neck. You feign moans that aren't audible from where Mingyu stands, but it is obvious as the stranger hikes up your leg and presses his mouth against yours.

Your eyes flit back at your ex through a heavy-lidded observation. You giggle the stranger’s name, loud enough for Mingyu to make it out this time, and he storms out at once. Mingyu could’ve done anything. Leave the party. Find a stranger to fuck. Drown himself in hard liquor. He did none of that. 

Instead, he tried to find the nearest place to relieve himself. Unfortunately, he didn’t know where a goddamn restroom was, let alone a bedroom, which was probably preoccupied with some horny youths, anyway. Finally, he opens a door to a garage, a large one, in fact. Cars and motorbikes follow behind one another like an assembly line. It smells of metal and motor oil, but it would do.

His eyes land on a conveniently placed bench across from the door, and he takes a seat, immediately going to unzip his pants. It was probably the alcohol, or the puff he took from Vernon’s vape pen, but he was going to pull it out, he was going to stroke it, and he wasn't going to care.

He utters a soft, “fuck,” before shutting his eyes. He closes his palms around his shaft, rubbing himself, making use of that hand lotion you left behind when you left that stays resident in his front pocket. Your familiar scent lingers, making its way up his nostrils, and he whispers your name. “Fuck, Y/n.”

He slides down against the wall behind him, dragging up and down, squeezing to emulate the grip of your pussy, groaning loud when he finds the right pressure. “Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.”

He senses tension in his abdomen, taking the pace of his wrist up, and this goes on for a few minutes. The image of your sopping, dirty, little cunt wrapped around his cock is just enough to get him off. He’s so close. So close, he can taste the cum from where he’s sitting. His eyes flutter, ready to take the last gratifying stroke when he hears a door close. He looks up, your back and arms pinned against the door behind you, peering at him in amusement. “Whatcha’ doing there, Mingyu?”

And like that, he misses the high tide. His blown out eyes stare back at you, listlessness. He straightens up. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?”

Reminder that Mingyu wasn’t sober, let alone sane, especially seeing your legs cross over one another as you lean on the door. His hand has a mind of its own when it goes back to play with himself, sucking in a single breath. “What does it look like?”

“Are you high?”

“Yeah. So?”

You snort, crossing your arms. “You can’t just play with yourself in the middle of a fucking party. Mingyu.”

“Says who?”

You slowly approach him, one foot over the other, towering over him. “Have some decency. You  look desperate fucking yourself. Cover it up.”

How dare you, he thought. You don’t get to tell him what to do anymore. He fucks himself hard in his grip–immeasurably slow and tight–hips thrusting up through his palms. “Like I give a flying fuck.”

You click your tongue at him. “I guess as a fellow party guest, I should show you how to handle yourself with other people around.”

You set your hands against both his shoulders. He swallows, already getting an idea of what’s about to happen. Your chest is to his face before you lower yourself and fill yourself out. A moan vibrates in your throat–following Mingyu’s guttural one–before claiming his lips and slowly grinding down in his lap. He indulges in your initiation, but catching a moment of clarity, the ghost of your lips still on his as he pulls away. “What are you doing?”

“You looked lonely,” you said softly, “And I can fix that.”

Hsi breath grows uneven as your raw core tightens around his girth, making him remember how you loved going commando when you went out together, and it seems you still do. His hands come up behind you, feeling your body underneath your clothes, pulling up your leather skirt higher. “I thought you were over me. You said we’re through.”

You roll your eyes, threading through his hair. “You were staring at me. I thought you’d want this.”

“Why?” His hand curls to the back of your head. “What happened with the guy?”

You let out a sultry chuckle. “He was too eager.”

“I thought you liked that kind of thing.”

Yo shrug, grinning. You lay your hands against the texture of his jean jacket before sliding it off, feeling the ridged shape of his sculpted body. He’s big, as you remember, if not bigger. Your hands slide over his smooth, olive skin, and grip his sides before rolling your hips to hear that gasp leave his lips. “I like it more on you.”

You force pressure against his lips, swallowing them. You catch his moan down your throat, your aching heat gets stretched from his pulsating muscle pushing inside you. His hands fall to your hips, palms covering up your ass as grabs balls of your flesh in reflex. “God fuck, Y/n.”

“How much do you want me,” you ask in harsh breaths, “paint a picture for me.”

“I definitely fucking want you.”

His arms loop around your body and lock you in place. His length comes up inside you by his force, fucking you with all his body can muster, while his grunts play louder than the sounds of music coming from the populated common area. Your arms rest over his shoulders, knees coming up the bench and kneeling. 

You breathe rhythmically, soft moans coating your tongue, and you grow flush under his touch. Your bottom lip gets trapped between your teeth, but a smile still manages to stretch across your face. His thighs are hard beneath you, hitting against you like a slab of marble, but the warmth radiating off of them ebbs the arousal from out your body.

His lips find your neck, sucking over the spots the stranger kissed, bitting, stinging your skin, so you can only remember the presence of him. He held your thighs tight by his palms, raising your body up and bouncing you in his lap. The sounds of your skin slapping triggers amicable memories like the time he pulled you in that stadium storage closet or how he took underneath a beach towel at Daytona.

It’s riveting, titillating, just simply blood pumping. You feel like you could fucking burn the world and not give a single fuck, and that’s what fucking Kim Mingyu felt like.

You had every intention of getting to this point because you knew Mingyu and how fucking possessive he was, even when he didn’t act like it. If you were being honest, that was some of the wrong in the relationship, but not this–nor the back-breaking sex– was the reason at all why things ended. Never the sex. If anything, it was you, but you wouldn’t admit that.

“You feel so fucking good inside me.”

His second kryptonite, words of affirmation. He fucks himself seep inside you, intending to bottom out, which he succeeds. Your eyes flutter shut from the shock and simply take it. His torso pulls forward, holding you up from the ground. The deeper he plunges, the harder the release. His name is inevitable to leave when you cum, your knees come up to his side, locking at your ankles, and it only takes him a moment to return the favor.

It’s hot and full in your cunt, feeling his honey seep over your thighs. He clenches his teeth, feeling sweet and utter relief. It was just what he needed. You simultaneously sigh, dropping your head against your shoulder as you catch your breath. “That was nice.”

“It was.”

Seizing the opportunity of your weakness, he picks you up and folds you against the hood of a random car. Dangling off, your feet barely reach the ground. Your cheeks roughly make contact first with his hand on the back of your neck, startled against the cool metal. The head of his cock then contradicted the icy surface, sliding back and forth over your spent pussy that was already flooded with his cum. He coats himself in his own release, playing with the intensity of your whines, before he returns to his rightful place.

His hands come up over your ass in a deep-rooted crack to your flesh. You cry out in distress, hands flat pressed against the car and you feel him oscillate his cock, doing what he wanted instead of what he tolerated.

In came another crack of his palm. You whine his name once more, dragging your clit on the sleek surface of the car. “Yes, like that! Fuck me like that!”

God, you have a filthy mouth. And god, did Mingyu miss that.

Your eyes roll back when he gets rigorous, pounding into you like a mindless animal. The hand on the back of your neck squeezes hard, slamming you back into the car. “Feel so good for me. I knew you wanted me. Wanted my dick inside. Fucking your wet, dirty pussy.”

Another strike that makes you jump.

“I’m going to have you cum all over this car. You like that? You wanna cum while I fuck you up against this car?”

You nod into the metal, “Yes, give it to me, give it to me, Mingyu.”

He turns you on your back, he finally meets your eyes once again. He takes a leg to throw over his shoulder and his cock rocks back into you like perfection. He holds your gaze, hand coming to compress against the column of your neck. You feel it, the danger, the thrill, the toxicity. It almost causes you to black out, and maybe that's what you deserved. It’s like instead of blood running through your veins, it's venom. You could bathe in it.

Your hair flattens as you throw your head back on the smooth surface, reveling in the fullness, slamming your hands against the car, ready to come apart once again. Your legs contract, taking him, all of him like it was the first time. Oh sweet child, to go back to a time to like that again.

“Yes, Gyu, please, Gyu. Like that. Hurt me. Hate me.”

Your climax overwhelms you, not even processing his embrace as it envelops you when his climax follows soon after. Violent final pumps make way deep inside you, defiant of spilling out again. You feel his heavy pants on the skin of your cheek. He pulls away after some time to see your eyes, glassy and euphoric like the ones that deceived him before. He then follows to your lips, swollen, naturally pursed from the kisses. The same lips that told him lies and promised to not break his heart in a million pieces.

“Incredible, Mingyu…”

“I hate you so fucking much.” 

It’s the last thing he says before kissing you again, triumphantly. If he was going to have sex with again, he would do it like it’s the last.

[cherry-blossom-qf]

I teased about these's mons existence for too long! Here the Ultimate Levels of Magomon and Marxamon! 💫👑

ROOKIE, CHAMPION, AND TAMER'S INFO HERE

Info on these Digimon below the cut! ↓↓↓

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Info on Wishermon: A internal wish for more fun and mischief in the world created this chaotic trickster.

A crazy, brightly-colored, clown who had been said to filled with the gluttonous desires and wishes of mankind. Their oddly shaped wings sparkle like diamonds in the sun, hypnotizing armies of Digimon who witness Wishermon's reflection in their wings' shimmering glow (Dazzling Daze), which leads them to stand frozen in a daze, like mindless zombies.

Wishermon can also trap opponents in a sugary pink substance similar to cotton candy that can explode on their command (Gluttonous Trap), And can charge up a giant ball of cosmic energy to kick at any opponent from far distances (Wishing Star Strike).

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Info on Crownedmon: A corruption of a holy crown's code mixed with unholy code created this deadly monster.

A mostly quiet king with uncontrollable urge to attack anyone with the sword they pull out of their chest (Greedy Blade). If you look at the shine of the blade, you can see the spirits of those who have sold their soul for their greedy desires. And if you look at it long enough... you can hear them scream in agony.

The crown Crownedmon wears acts as an all-seeing-eye, able to see straight into the soul of anyone through anything, and can teleport to their opponents whereabouts with the sigil of the crown (Burning Rift) and can burn them with hellfires fulled by the regrets of the apostle Judas (Judas' Flame). So hiding form this tyrant and surviving their attacks is difficult challenge for any opponent who dares to raise their hand against them.

Only when Magomon confesses how he even got holy code in his body in the first place, maybe then he can make progress on controling this evolutionary form.

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Hope you enjoy these two crazy bastards! I really hope I did them justice as Ultimate Level Digimon.

(🌸^w^)>🎭

[sunny-speaks]

Nerd (RIVAL!DACTED x Reader)

First Ren Fic of the new year let's go guys!

Lol, life's been pretty busy and I haven't had as much time to write as I wanted but I guess I have a new aspiration for 2024! Enjoy the fic!

Characters: [REDACTED]/[RIVAL-DACTED] from @14dayswithyou x reader !!

Quick summary: library date??? with [RIVAL-DACTED]??? even though hes a pain to you??? more likely than you would think-

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You groaned into your hand, head starting to slump into the crook of your arm.

You loved academic validation and you were all for getting good grades and all, but…

Studying?

Always found a way to bore you somehow.

You were painfully poring over the midterm research that your postsecondary teacher and lecturer had assigned for your ‘Psychology in Modern Media’ course.

Sure, it was fun and all. But the exams were sooo boring and the prep material?

God awfully boring.

You took a sip from the drink that you got from the nearby coffee store, twirling the near-empty cup in your hand as you wistfully sighed.

High school was something you’d taken for granted, huh… Man, you'd kill to do those stupid assigned readings right now.

You could feel some form of fatigue taking over your body riiight before… “Angel? What are you doing here~?”

That cotton candy bastard showed up.

Ugh! You couldn’t get enough of him! (In a negative sense! In a negative sense!)

He was everywhere!

You spotted his annoyingly attractive face in that dumb coffee shop earlier when he winked at you and five people behind you nearly fainted.

That ridiculously hot face of his was giving you unwanted and unwarranted troubles! You wanted him gone.

He pulled up in that ridiculously tight black bodysuit and that white slasher hoodie of his with too many belts and buckles to keep track of. The same unfortunately went for his pants.

It’s like he was trying to show himself off! Ugh, he knew he was hot shit, didn’t he?!

You glared at him, frustration seeping through, “What do you want now, [REDACTED]? If it’s not your head on a spike, I’m good.”

He raised his arms in mock surrender, “Woah, what’s got you so worked up, Angel? Is it lonely at the top?” He’d let you top him in anything if you wanted… In class, in bed, whatever…

He looked so stupidly attractive with the way his hair framed his face, the way his grin sat perfectly on all his features, the little way his eyebrows creas—

“Ugh, just, shut up, will you?” You scoffed out at him then winced at your volume.

That was rude. Even for you.

You sighed, exasperated, slight guilt remnants on your face. “I- My bad… Just the… exam prep is confusing. And I don’t get it.”

He gave an inquisitive tilt of his head, “Which questions?” He slid into the seat beside you, leaning close enough for you to smell the faint traces of black coffee lingering on your clothes from your previous encounter. You tried to erase that ugly feeling when you saw him smile at a pair of girls from earlier.

(…Does he always smile like that to others?)

(Ha, yeah. Not like you’re anyone special…)

He smiled softly to himself as his breaths got deeper, trying to intake as much of your natural scent as he could. That was something he would always want more of...

(Those pathetic leeches from earlier left their stupid perfume lingering on his clothes… the only way to rid him of it was to sit closer to youuu <3)

Somehow, you were too preoccupied with your stupidly annoying questions to even berate his presence this time.

And if you were a little distracted by how close he was, that was no one else's business.

They’d been giving you way too much trouble for the past… half-hour or so.

You picked up the question sheet and pointed at the parts you didn’t understand, “So, I got what a sociopath should look like and covert signs in that dumb show I had to watch, and I know the ways to find sociopathic responses in someone, but how does that correlate with these random non-associated symptoms portrayed by this character?!”

You involuntarily leaned closer to him as you stabbed the piece of paper with an accusatory finger, frustrated. “I swear! The teacher hates me or something!”

[REDACTED] wouldn’t let it slide if the teacher actually hated you though… He’d ruin her reputation amongst colleagues while keeping her isolated from social media. They’d make all family members repulsed of her and willing to not contact her. And then they’d get her fired from her job. If she ever tried to get another job, he could easily fabricate a couple pieces of incriminating evidence from one of his crime scenes…

But he knew you would find it hot that he's confident in himself and that he's witty. So he wouldn't explain his plan just like that.

He grinned, a condescending quip on the tip of his tongue. “Maybe it’s just because I’m a hotter student.”

You spluttered in indignance, bewildered how he even thought of that. Was he insinuating he was hotter than you?! He might be right then... “Wh-What?! Asshole! Ugh!” Just as you were about to get up, he added onto his comment.

“Also, the answer’s right there.” He twirled a pen with his fingers, softly whistling to himself.

“Huh?!” You couldn’t believe it.

But he was right...?

You read the part he had underlined and circled and… the answer was there. That's... weird.

You didn’t have a clue on how you missed it! It drove you insane for so long, and for what?! For that stupidly sexy jerk to find it in one go?

You groaned reluctantly at the help. Maybe he wasn’t just… y’know, a piece of ass all the time... or a jerk. Maybe he was… kinda smart and nice. “Fine. Good job, I guess, asshat… Why’re you even here, god knows you don’t need to study. Like. Ever.” You eye up and down at his visible muscles that his outfit strains to keep compressed.

He pouts a little at the accusation. “Mm, even I study, angel. Might be hard to believe with a physique as good as mine, but I do take time to work on my studies.”

“Sure. And it was totally by chance that we saw each other at the coffee shop down the street. And that you study at the same library as me.” You drawled on, naming one coincidence after the other until [REDACTED] was subjected to some form of abject embarrassment. "What're you, a copycat?"

You paid that much attention to him? No one else… Just him?

Ooh, his heartbeat practically played hopscotch in his chest at the revelation! But no! He must remain calm and mean! Only for you!

They grinned slyly at you. “Angel, please. I would never even try to copy you. So it must’ve been your idea to imitate me, huh? Bet you stalk me or something,” He lied through their teeth, in the pathological way they were used to. They’d be lying if it wasn’t incredibly ironic.

“Hah, you wish.” Your nose twitched in annoyance. God, he was far too good at riling you up. “Whatever, what’s the answer to…”

And the two of you spent the rest of the day, bickering over answers.

Maybe [REDACTED] had earned a bit, a fraction, of your gratitude.

Maybe you were starting to like them a bit more.

But he’d never know that, it’s not like he reads your phone notes or messages or has cameras in your house.

…Right?