#cutie honey alternative

[deldelhoney]

There are some new Panthers in town (4/8)

Limelight Claw

element: light

You ain't slick

[achocoball]

Yoo Karina Aespa

[2-dsimp]

“Order up! With an extra tip on the side!”

Tw: NSFW MDNI, yandere pizza deliverymen x bimbo reader! Dubcon, sexual transactions, food tampering, obsessive/posseive tendencies, cum eating, handjobs,

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yandere! Pizza deliverymen who fight over the rotations in who’d get to deliver to their favorite regular customer, and receive a special tip in return.

You always had a craving for pizza so you got to know most of the delivery staff for YanSlicers. They only accept cash for payment at the door, to which you forgot about half the time.

So you’d always be so embarrassed going up to the door with insufficient funds. As you had difficulty handling cash and figuring out the percentage of tips and whatnot.

Bottomline is you sucked at math, even the basics. So the nice deliverymen would always offer you an alternative.

One day, you didn’t have enough and the youngest pizza delivery man showed up leaning at your frame door panting out of breath.

Oma had won the ticket lottery to come to your address. And despite being pulled into a minor scuffle by his sore loser colleagues. Which left him looking like he came outta a car wreck.

He just boyishly grinned at you as if he wasn’t wearing a torn uniform, a head wrap bandage, and a dozen hello kitty bandaids slapped across his face.

“Oh I can already tell! You must not have enough this time either huh cutie pie?” Oma sounded so elated that you couldn’t even pay him. As if he didn’t work to get paid to begin with, and only does it to see you.

His sweaty hands were already fumbling with the buckles on his pants. Knowing the drill you got on your knees looking bashful as but determined to get that box of hot pizza.

“Aweee you look so damn adorable when you get on your knees for me~ we trained you up real good.” He gushed, with a heavy flush on his cheeks. Eyes blown wide staring down your cleavage. “C-can you do me a favor and take out a slice for me?”

Oma was the most tame, when it came to alternative payments. Or was mainly scared that if he fucked you like the others, he’d make a fool outta himself.

Since he knew the moment, he’d attempt to penetrate inside that juicy cunt of yours. He’d seen from pictures and videos his colleagues sent in the group chat that he’d bust a fat nut instantly.

You opened the box he handed to you, smelling the lovely aroma of melted cheese, fresh toppings, and toasted bread. Making you salivate before you held the slice up for him to aim at with the tip of his cock.

“Now lend me your other hand, uh huh that’s it keep pumping me just like that and squeeze it real tight.” He was always so vocal about what he wanted from you to make him feel good. And he relished in how obedient you were.

His length was warm, and slimy twitching in your hand. He helped in guided you to fap it faster and squeeze tighter around his thick girth.

Damn his knees were already starting to buckle, which was understandable as he’s been erect. Pathetically palming at himself the whole car ride to your place.

His tongue lolled out as his hips stuttered into your enclosed fist. Small dollops of precum dripped onto the pizza slice. “You’re doing amazing honey, just one more favor, tell me I’m your favorite. That you love it when I’m the one knocking at your door. Please?”

Oma always was a stickler for being praised and wanted by you, as your favorite deliveryman.

He wanted to rub it in his colleagues face, tell them that their adorable regular adored him the most.

While he may get ganged up on and possibly get stomped on by his jealous coworkers. Nothing would ever break his inflated ego which came from your cute voice telling him he’s the best.

You really did enjoy how needy he was and continued on praising him with a sweet smile on your face. He was just so charming when he was an sniveling overstimulated mess.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck I’m cumming sweetness, this love sauce is just for you! T-take it all for me!” He whined, head tossed back using your hand to jerk off his shaft furiously, till his mushroom tip spurted ropes of his hot jizz all over your face and the pizza slice.

You continued to stroke him, even when his hand left yours. Making sure to coax all of his extra love sauce onto your slice. Making him curl his toes and squirm while biting his lip.

“Haa, thank you. I— shit I need to take a picture.” Gods, you drove him wild he got so flustered looking at you. That He nearly dropped the phone he was fishing out of his pockets.

“O-okay uh smile for the camera baby, need a clear shot so I can mount this moment on my wall—I mean mark it for a delivery well received!” You merely gazed up at him, making him groan from how slutty you looked with his baby batter, sticking to your cheeks.

Fuck his dick was rearing up for more again, and really it didn’t help when you bit into the cum covered slice giving a peace sign.

He didn’t have much time left, before the others would rally up and complain about him going over the time limit of delivery.

Oma shakily exhaled, clumsily angling his phone to take a momento of this transaction.

It was a procedure they said that was required of them to do, to make sure you get more points for your VIP membership.

Funny thing is they never had a rewards membership program to begin with being a new franchise. They just needed an excuse to spread their photos of you in the group chat. And gloat about who left you marked up as theirs the most.

But you didn’t have to know that.

[rafayelgod]

🔞WARNING THIS IS ADULTS CONTENT🔞

NSFW, Fanfiction, Not for kids!, 18+, Dominance, BDSM

What if They Caught You Watching Porn in Their Bedroom? 🔞💦

🔞 Please be advised: This story contains explicit sexual content, including descriptions of masturbation and consensual sexual interaction, and explores themes of possessiveness and dominance by the character. Reader discretion is advised.

Okay Hunter (MC/You) here are five individual scenarios depicting how each of the Love and Deepspace characters would react if they walked in on you watching porn in their bedroom within this alternative universe.

1. Rafayel

You were sprawled out across Rafayel's ridiculously soft bed, letting the afternoon sun warm your face. He was supposed to be at the studio, sketching or dealing with some gallery drama. Perfect time for... research. You'd found a particularly interesting video online and were completely engrossed, the screen glowing with explicit details.

Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open with a cheerful, slightly dramatic flourish.

"Cutie! I'm home! Guess what I got you-"

You jumped, slamming the laptop shut with a speed you didn't know you possessed. Your face instantly flamed, blood rushing to your cheeks. Rafayel stood in the doorway, eyes wide not with anger, but with surprise, his signature playful grin already starting to form. He had a small box in his hand, likely a gift.

He tilted his head, purple eyes sparkling with mischief. "Whoa there, Miss Bodyguard. What's got you looking like a ripe tomato?" He took a step closer, his gaze flicking towards the closed laptop on the bed. "And what were you hiding?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning in conspiratorially. "Don't tell me... were you watching something spicy?" He wiggled his eyebrows, completely unashamed. "Getting ideas, Cutie?"

Your embarrassment was a physical wave. "N-no! It was... uh... a documentary!"

He let out a light, musical laugh. "A 'documentary,' huh? Does it feature... anatomy in great detail?" He leaned closer still, his voice dropping to a playful purr. "You know, you don't have to watch static images on a screen when you have the real thing right here. Isn't my physique much more... artistically inspiring?"

He reached out and gently traced the line of your jaw, his grin turning softer but still full of knowing charm. "Maybe I could offer a private, live-action tutorial instead? Much more... interactive, don't you think?" He didn't seem jealous, just highly amused and eager to turn the situation into a chance to tease and flirt.

"So," he whispered, his face close to yours, "about that 'documentary'... care to share what you learned?"

2. Zayne

You were in Zayne's impeccably neat bedroom. He had an emergency shift at the hospital, giving you unexpected free time in his quiet, sterile space. You'd been feeling a bit stressed lately and decided a distraction was in order. You found what you were looking for on your tablet, headphones on, lost in the private world on the screen.

The door opened quietly, no preamble, no loud entrance. You didn't even hear it until you felt a presence standing near the foot of the bed.

You pulled off your headphones with a gasp, the bright screen still visible in your lap. Zayne stood there, dressed in his scrubs, looking at you with his usual calm, intelligent gaze. His expression was unreadable for a moment, then his eyes drifted down to the tablet screen.

Your face felt like it was on fire. You fumbled with the device, trying to turn it off, wishing the floor would swallow you whole.

"Honey?" His voice was soft, carrying an unexpected hint of surprise but no harshness. He didn't look away from the screen immediately, his expression remaining composed, though you thought you saw the tiniest flicker of something in his green eyes.

Finally, he looked back at you, his expression gentle, almost clinical in its lack of judgment, yet with that specific tenderness he reserved only for you. "Is... everything alright, Baby?"

You stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

He walked closer, sitting carefully beside you on the bed. He didn't snatch the tablet or scold you. Instead, he just looked at you, his gaze steady and reassuring. "There's no need to be so flustered, Honey. It's... a natural human interest."

He paused, a very faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching his lips. "Though, I must admit, I'm curious. Are you... studying something specific?" His voice was low, simple, devoid of any overt flirtation, yet the implication hung in the air.

He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Perhaps if you have questions... or require further practical demonstration... you could just ask me, Baby." His eyes held yours, calm, rational, but with an underlying sweetness that made your heart flutter even amidst the embarrassment. "I'm always available to help you... understand."

3. Xavier

You were relaxing in Xavier's room, the one place you both felt truly safe after a long day hunting Wanderers. He'd said he was just grabbing something from his car. You took the opportunity to browse, and well, ended up on a site that definitely wasn't about alien biology. You were captivated by the on-screen action, forgetting about the world outside the glow of the screen.

The door opened slowly, and Xavier shuffled in, looking typically sleepy, eyes half-closed. "My Love, where did you put my..."

His voice trailed off as he saw you, eyes wide with surprise, laptop open on your lap. His sleepy haze vanished in an instant, replaced by sharp alertness as his gaze fell on the screen. His blue eyes narrowed slightly.

Your heart leaped into your throat. You slammed the laptop shut with a cringe. "Xavier! I... um..."

He stood straighter, the charm fading into a look of intense focus. He walked towards the bed, his earlier weariness completely gone. He sat down beside you, not roughly, but with a possessive closeness.

"My Love," he said, his voice low and serious, a hint of possessiveness already coloring it. "What were you watching?" He didn't wait for an answer, his eyes searching yours. "Why are you looking at that?"

His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking softly, but his gaze was firm, almost troubled. "Do you... do you need something more than I'm giving you?" The question was laced with insecurity and fierce protectiveness. "Why look at strangers... when you have me?"

He leaned closer, his scent of ozone and something uniquely him surrounding you. His voice dropped to a gravelly whisper. "Let me show you, My Love. Let me show you there's nothing on that screen that compares to what we have." He leaned in, kissing you with a depth that was both possessive and desperately wanting to prove his point.

"You only need me," he murmured against your lips, pulling you closer. "Just me, My Love."

4. Sylus

You were in Sylus's luxurious, almost intimidatingly large bedroom. He was out handling Onychinus business - something involving 'negotiations' and 'asset management'. You felt brave enough to occupy his space, and maybe just bold enough to indulge in something equally bold on your tablet. You were enjoying the explicit display when a deep voice cut through the silence.

"Well now, kitten. What have we here?"

You froze. Sylus stood in the doorway, a tall, commanding figure leaning casually against the frame. He wasn't smiling, but his dark red eyes held a glint of amusement and something undeniably predatory as they scanned you and then the tablet screen in your lap.

You snapped the tablet off, your face burning. "Sylus! You're back early!"

He pushed off the doorframe and walked slowly towards you, his movements smooth and confident. He didn't look surprised or embarrassed, only intrigued. "Early? Or just in time?" His gaze lingered on the tablet, then back to you, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Getting ideas, sweetie?"

He reached the bed and stood over you, his sheer size making you feel like a tiny creature caught in his gaze. He reached down and gently took the tablet from your trembling hands, placing it aside without looking at it.

"You know, kitten," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated with power and charm. "I find it incredibly... stimulating... knowing you're in my personal space, thinking about carnal things." He leaned down, bracing his hands on either side of you on the bed, trapping you.

"But," he continued, his voice turning more dominant, "didn't I tell you? The only man you need to study... is me." He lowered himself further, his face close to yours, his eyes intense. "Let me show you how a real man pleases his sweetie. Let me show you all the things you were only dreaming about."

His smirk widened, bold and unapologetic. "No need for a screen, kitten. The show is live, and you have a front-row seat."

5. Caleb

You were in Caleb's room, which was a chaotic mix of military neatness and personal indulgence. He was often away on duty, leaving you to occupy his space when you missed him. You were watching something particularly intense on your laptop, lost in the visuals, when the door swung open sharply behind you.

"Pipsqueak? Thought I'd find you here." His voice was light, playful, but there was an undercurrent of something else you knew well.

You flinched, spinning around, trying to hide the screen. Your face must have given you away instantly. Caleb stood there, already shedding his jacket, but his playful expression vanished as he saw your reaction and the laptop on the bed. His black eyes, usually warm with affection, turned sharp and intense, the purple depth within them seeming to darken.

He didn't say anything else immediately. He just walked towards the bed, his footsteps deliberate. He reached you and his hand shot out, not to touch you gently, but to snatch the laptop closed with a sharp snap.

"What the hell were you watching?" His voice was no longer playful. It was low, rough, laced with possessiveness and a controlled fury. His eyes bored into yours, demanding an answer.

Your breath hitched. The casual charm was gone, replaced by the dark, obsessive side you knew existed beneath the surface. "Caleb, I... it was just..."

He leaned over you, his body language dominating, trapping you against the headboard. "Just what, Pipsqueak? Looking at other people? Imagining things with someone who isn't me?" His grip on the laptop tightened, his knuckles turning white.

"Didn't I make it clear?" he growled, his voice dangerously soft. "You belong to me. Your eyes are only for me. Your thoughts are only for me." He tossed the laptop carelessly onto the floor. "Why do you need that when you have me?"

He leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, his intensity overwhelming. "You will only see these things with me, Pipsqueak. Only me." He gripped your chin firmly, his thumb tracing your lip. "Now, let me remind you who you belong to." His kissed you, not sweetly, but with demanding possessiveness, a clear statement of ownership. "You're mine. And you will never look at anyone else like that again. Understand?"

© Melody (Follow for more hot story) 🔞🌚💋💦

[cuteandhughesy]

“Always, Forever Running Back To You” ╰┈➤ JW60

summary: joseph sees you preforming in a small, cozy bar in toronto and he's immediately enamoured with you and your voice. joseph knows he needs to know you.

[word count] 2.2k

warnings: SFW! drinking + bars | fluff | mention of sexual ideas but only if you squint | joseph being a cutie

a/n: based off this request! yay! my first wolly piece. ims so obsessed and in love with him, and please feel free to ask for more and more of this smol goalie 💌

🎵 spring into summer by lizzy mcalpine

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the perfect raspy sound laced with sweet honey. if joseph woll had to describe the sound of your voice it would be that. your singing is perfectly executed—words wrapped in a beautiful soft ribbon that has his heart pitter pattering against his chest, and joseph finds himself unwilling to look away.

the dingy downtown bar is completely encapsulated by your presence up on the small corner stage at the front of the room. the way you're so confident with the microphone, guitar slung over your exposed shoulder as you tell a story—a beautiful song joseph's never heard before but is already his new favourite.

who he presumes is your band are stationed around you deliberately—as if framing you to be the star of the show. which you are. you're truly captivating. from your voice to your aura. from your lips all the way down to your boots.

and to think joseph wasn't going to come out tonight. he was so close—so close—to declining the invite from max and estelle. some celebration for something joseph didn't really feel the need to remember. but something had nagged at him, way deep down in his stomach, that had him pushing himself to come.

thank god for that.

the sound of the microphone going fuzzy has joseph blinking back to reality. you're smiling at the crowd as you talk about some sort of break. joseph’s not too sure what that means—he's too busy looking at the jewelry decorating your fingers and wrists to properly hear you.

but then you're on the move, weaving through the rather busy bar, smiling politely at people you pass as they inevitably give you their praise. eventually you get to the small bar top at the other end of the room—joseph notes it takes you almost 3 minutes to get there. everyone was stopping you. but like he said, you truly had the crowd encapsulated so he can’t even blame them.

he watches gently as you push onto the toes of your laced up boots, leaning over the sticky bar top. your arms are crossed casually—not defensively. the bar tender, a burly man with a groomed beard, takes the order you spew at him; four beers, one for you and the others for your band.

the glowing lights hit you perfectly—highlighting you and your body like the perfect painting. your outfit is dark. the perfect mixture of folk and alternative—black and some sage shade of green. and your hair. joseph thinks it's truly the perfect style. it suits you.

the bar tender slides the four glass bottles towards you, and you smile. the man mutters something that looks like 'on the house'—but joseph can't be too sure. your smile brightens in thanks as you slowly begin gathering the beer bottles off the counter. you're going to walk away.

before he knows it, joseph is mumbling some excuse to knies and matthews—both of which had been lowly discussing how hot you are—which joseph has to stop himself from correcting them (because you're not hot, you're beautiful), and begins making his way through the bar.

towards you.

he catches you just as the bar tender walks away, ready to attend to another waiting customer. you've got two bottles in your grip, one between your arm and boob and the other in your hand as joseph smoothly slides up next to you.

at first you don't notice him, but the smell of clean laundry mixed with a little bit of spice and a faint hint of beer catches your attention. you've never smelt anything more enticing than the man next to you.

you look over at him and find him already looking at you. it's not a predatory or cocky gaze though, and if anything he looks almost flustered. shy perhaps. his brown hair is perfectly fluffy, falling in a way that girls could only dream of. his cheeks are rosy, and you're not sure if it's from alcohol or because he's actually nervous.

either way, you're curious.

your hands freeze over the rounded bottle, a small smile pulling at your face. "hi."

"hey," the man greets, voice surprisingly deep—laced with a little smoothness. he clears his throat, hand rubbing at the back of his neck, blue eyes darting between you and the stage you were just preforming on. "you're like ridiculously good up there," he tells you.

"eh, we're working on it," you answer playfully, shrugging your covered shoulder suggestively. that has him breathing a laugh—a sound that's just as rumbly as the level of his voice.

"i'm serious," he continues, warm grin never wavering, "i've never heard anything more beautiful."

the sincerity of his voice makes you pause. doing what you do, there's a never ending waterfall of compliments, but they never feel like the one you were just told. and the way he's looking at you now—so full of tenderness and marvelling—you know he means it.

"oh wow," you swallow gently, "that’s a big praise."

"and I mean it," he replies curtly before sticking his hand out, palm warm and inviting as he properly introduces himself, "i'm joseph."

you take his hand, your much smaller palm almost disappearing in his as you shake, "y/n."

"oh, that suits you," joseph says, voice light. as soon as your hands separate—which takes longer than the normal handshake—he’s immediately fidgety. joseph’s thick, long fingers absentmindedly trace over a crack in the wood bar top—feeling the rough grooves underneath his fingertips like he doesn’t know what else to do with himself.

you quirk a brow quizzically, a small smile pulling at your lips, "does it?"

"yeah," he nods surely. a moment passes, joseph letting his eyes wander back throughout the room. there's casual music playing in the background while you and your band take a halftime, adding to the already chatty atmosphere of the bar. eventually—because he can't stay away—he looks back at you.

you're smiling, a mixture of curiosity and amusement pulling at your lips—un phased by his flickering and unsure gaze. joseph clears his throat, a deep blush covering his cheeks and the tips of his ears. it only makes your grin deepen knowing he's nervous. it's cute—he's cute.

"so is this your full time job?" he asks, "music?"

your lips part as you laugh breathlessly, "not right now but..." you trail off, fingers stilling where they previously traced the drips on condensation down the glass. "that's the dream, isn't it?" joseph can tell you're trying to appear casual, but your eyes twinkle with whimsy and truth.

of course it’s your dream. as it should be, he thinks. joseph has no doubt that you'll achieve your dream, and that's what makes him say, "if i was a music producer i'd sign you right now."

your smile twitches, a small hum of dismissal following. joseph can't help but grin as well as he watches as you eye over his broad shoulder—into the section of tables—mostly taken by old grouchy men sipping beer and middle aged regulars. the bar was kind of a hole in the wall, but they loved you and your band.

but then you see it. a group of younger men, all thick with muscle—most likely athletes. they're all looking at joseph and you, eye curious and all knowing while they grin at one another. suddenly your gaze turns pointed, eyes darting back to the man in front of you.

joseph eyes flicker with confusion, but your sharp voice cuts him off before he has the chance to speak. "okay. you're either really fucking nice or this is some sort of dare. you know, chat up the musician and stroke her ego while you're secretly trying not to laugh," you lean in closer, elbows sliding across the bar and putting yourself right up in his personal space.

you're actually asking—that much is sure. joseph swallows, throat moving and adam’s apple bobbing under the pressure, "why would you think that?"

"mostly because your group of friends keep looking over here and giggling."

jospeh's eyes widen almost comically before he spins back in his tables direction—only to find that, yes, his teammates are watching the both of you with laughter. auston even winks at him. he turns back towards you, mouth falling open before snapping closed again.

"oh, yeah there's just umm..." joseph stutters, "they think you're pretty."

your lip twitches, but you don't truly smile. not yet. one of your perfectly plucked eyebrows raise, "oh?”

joseph nods dumbly, swallowing again. "yeah but like I can tell them to stop of you're uncomfortable. or I can just leave you be-"

"what about you?" you interrupt his ramble promptly.

he blinks in surprise—surprise from your abrupt interruption and how he's now just realizing that you've inched closer.  "huh?" joseph hums stupidly. it's hard to focus properly when he can't smell your sweet perfume and feel your body heat. you’ve truly turned his brain to mush.

this time you do smile, "do you think i'm pretty?"

joseph almost chokes. which he's not sure why you're abruptness has caught him off guard—because in the time he's been talking with you he's learned that you're definitely not shy. sarcastic yes, and sure maybe a little humble. not shy though. but something about the way you're blinking up at him, so sure and tempting has him taken back.

finally he nods—once and a little choppy. "I do."

"okay," you smile brightly. much to his dismay you push off the bar, sliding away from him. he watched curiously—and anxiously—as you grab onto one of the shitty brown napkins pilled high at the base of the pillar next to you, scribbling something onto the front with a pen you lean over the counter and steal.

"okay?" he repeats.

you nod, "yeah. here. my number." you hand joseph the napkin, which he can now see what you were writing down was your seven digit number. his thumb swipes over the messy ink, heart thumping wildly in his chest.

"you know…in case you ever decide to became a music producer," you add on playfully.

joseph looks away from your phone number and back to you. he laughs once, the sound breathy and light—a contrast to his deep voice that you've grown to appreciate. "you'll be the first person I call."

you grin, "hope so."

he carefully folds the napkin—fingers working smoothly and with such timed precision. it makes you wonder if he works with his hands. joseph puts your number in his front jean pocket, his plump lips parting as if he's going to say something.

but your guitarist, johnathan, taps the top of the microphone—the squeaky fuzzy sound echoing throughout the room and reaching your ears. a wordless reminder to get back on stage and bring them their beers. you can understand his urgency—you get paid for an hour of work. any performance time that runs over the 60 minute mark isn't worth anything.

so although a small break is needed for your own sanity, your bank account disagrees. your eyes find joseph's again, and you send him an apologetic grin. "I have to get back to my band," you collect all the beer bottles, tucking them in your arms, "but I’ll see you around joseph."

he nods, a soft smirk pulling at his face. "i'll see you around, y/n."

you send him another flirty look over your shoulder—which makes joseph's dick twitch and harden against his zipper like he's a teenager—before making your way back through the room.

"beers for you," you tell your band once you step onto the stage, your boots clicking the tile rhythmically. the guys all thank you and grab bottle, taking hearty sips as they prepare for the next set.

you take a small sip of your own beer as you move off to the side of the stage, next to the equipment bags. you place your bottle on top of a milk crate turned stool, its cherry red colour a beautiful contrast to the scuffed wooden floor—but the sudden buzzing of your phone in your back pocket has you blinking.

you shoot a curious glance towards the band, only to find them still setting up. with that in mind, you take out your cell—a state number staring back at you. curiosity gets the best of you, thumb sliding along the answer bar before promptly bringing the phone up to your jewelry decorated ear.

"hello?" you question.

"not a producer yet, but maybe you want to get a coffee tomorrow morning?" joseph's deep voice instantly has your shoulders relaxing. you laugh into the speaker, turning to look out into the crowd.

you spot him still at the bar, casually leaning against the counter with his phone held up to his ear. but his eyes? his deep blue eyes are solely trained on you.

you don't break eye contact as you say, "i'd love too."

[acupofinkedblood]

Hi hi! It's ya boy, uhhh Coil Anon 🔷🔶

If you accept general stuff, nicknames the phighters use for their partners?

Thank you!

- Redundant but iconic, Coil anon 🔷🔶

There he is people, there is my dearest regular who is responsible for most of your therapy bills after placing his order to me ꨄ৻(≖⩊≖৻) And you’re not redundant! You hold a special place in this teamaker’s heart as always ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

But anyway, general asking like this is still fine for me. Moreover, I do enjoy questions regarding of my personal opinion! Though I’ll admit that I’m not the one who use nicknames often, but I can give it a shot just for you ꉂ (˵ •̀▽•́ ˵ ) No Biograft included because I don’t think he will call you anything else but your name

• Sword: You know how embarrassing this guy is. No, he isn’t embarrassed about using nicknames, but you will be the one that feels embarrassed with his damn choices of words. Seriously, this guy calls you in the most cringey and ridiculous nickname ever comes into existence that I’m pretty sure you get those questionable look from outsiders a lots of time. Some are more tamed, like ‘princess’ for example. But then there is ‘snookums’ or ‘shmoopie’, something like that. Trust me, that list goes on

• Skateboard: Get a translator because you will need it to understand the amount of slangs this dude uses. But in case you’re already familiar with it, then you will probably understand those things he call you. The less complicated options are ‘cutie’ and ‘sweetheart’. Or just straight up shameless things that should stay behind closed doors. He strikes me as someone who uses ‘doll’ pretty often for some reason. ‘Bae’ is also something he will use on a daily basis

• Katana: Katana doesn’t use nicknames. He views that as unnecessary and prefers to call you by your name instead. However, ‘my love’ manages to slip through his strict mind a few times when he’s using his words to you in sentimental moments

• Banhammer: He’s in that middle ground between using those embarrassingly cringe nicknames and normal kind of nickname based on how he is feeling at the time being. Something he uses often is ‘angel’, ‘baby’, ‘dimple’ or occasionally ‘doe’. But of course, he can use the other certain nicknames to get on your nerves like ‘shortstack’ or ‘ankle bitter’. His favorite is probably ‘lamb chop’ for some reason

• Rocket: As much as I love and adore him, yeah bud he doesn’t have that much creativity when it comes to nicknames. ‘Bae’ is the one he uses most frequently, and then there is ‘sunshine’ which he sees a bit cringe when he says it in normal circumstances. He does use the alternative version of your names to use it as nickname though. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s just questionable. The questionable part is mostly him being petty though

• Slingshot: ‘Honey’ all the way around and no one can convince me he doesn’t use ‘honey’ devotedly. ‘Sugar’ is a close one on the chart aside with the combination of sweetpie and honey into ‘honeypie’

• Hyperlaser: Now this one is tricky because he doesn’t use nicknames at all. Same with Katana, he prefers to call you by your own name. He doesn’t mind if you use nicknames on him though, especially the shortened version of it. He knows it can be a mouthful repeating it a certain time

• Shuriken: Honestly, this one is a tough one. Not because he doesn’t use nicknames or anything. It’s quite the opposite actually. But the thing is there aren’t anything too special about him using typical pet names like ‘baby’ or just the shortened version of your name. The more noticeable one is probably ‘lovebug’, or ‘cuddle bug’ if you’re touchy. Will use ‘pookie’ in every situation though

• Scythe: ‘Hot stuff’, ‘buttercup’, ‘sweetcheeks’, ‘toots’ and all that git by that sexy Southern accents. Not going to elaborate myself further because I feel like you guys will understand what I mean

• Medkit: Genuinely he doesn’t use nicknames that much as he deems they are just unnecessary. Shortened version of your name will be used more often instead. It is a nickname, no? But when he does, it’s something rather traditional like ‘love’ or ‘dear’. Probably only those two make it into his vocabulary because this man will physically cringe if he uses anything other than those, it just feels weird on the tongue when he’s the one saying it

• Boombox: I feel like he will just use anything that comes first in his mind. Boombox isn’t picky when it comes to nicknames for you. You already know how the varieties of nicknames being used by artist, so that much are what he calls you based solely on his mood. His most popular ones are probably ‘boo’, since it does sound cute in his mind. ‘Sweetie pie’ or ‘sugar’ are pretty close on the list too

• Subspace: This bastard calls you something so annoyingly adorable in that sickeningly sweet voice that is such a contrast to his actual nature. Such sweet things coming from his mouth sounds so unfitting. Just imagine him cooing you a ‘Darlinggggggg’ or ‘Sweethearttttttt’ when finding you in the place. In other circumstances, it will be a terrifying moment in a horror movie

• Vinestaff: Something nature-related. She might call you by a flower which reminds her of you, or just ‘my dearest flower’ or ‘dearest sprout’ in general. Other than that, she isn’t opposed to using other kind of general nicknames like ‘sweetie’ as well as ‘beloved’. Other than that I don’t think there are anything else I can say about her

• Coil: He calls you by the alternative nicknames based on your name like Rocket. Some of them are pretty lovely, but nothing too tooth-rotting sweet. But sometimes he might be a dick and call you by something completely questionable based on your name. It’s not even related to how you pronounce your name sometimes, but rather how he pronounces it in his mind then shortened it if he feels like it. Sometimes he does call you by something else more degrading, but that’s it for another time

That’s all of them! I hope you like it. I’m working on the Firebrand request now, please stay tuned!

[laswells-ashtray]

I am BACK to pester you. Cruel and Unusual punishments/funishments or Petty Revenge between the cod-cuties?

I want to see how many times Rudy can play Lady Gaga's Alejandro before his beefy boy toy absolutely crashes out. Rudy's gonna be kneeling on rice and reciting his verses while Alejandro uses a rosary as a leash.

Kate who has a habit of cornering Sarah in the bathroom for a cuddle (boob grope) but she's in trouble so Sarah brushes her teeth extra loudly knowing Kate can't stand it. Alternatively giving Kate a weird eating utensils works. Kate likes those boot harnesses that hold vibrating wands, if Sarah wants to be mean, Kate will show her MEAN. (orgasm denial)

Price who moves every tool in Nik's bench space an inch to the left, turns his books upside down on the shelf and removes ONE shoe of every pair. Nik has worn odd shoes multiple times as his own form of pettiness. If Price is BAD then Nik gets a haircut. No more little curls 😭

Faralexgaz where they could never fuck with their queen but definitely be petty to one another. Lube in Alex's beard oil, stealing all the socks and replacing them with those funky toe socks, little pranks ♥️ Farah keeping the keys to her boys chastity cages? Yum.

Selfishly want to muzzle Soap, just for fun. Maybe Ghost delves into sensory deprivation when Soap is too hyper for his own good. He can't bounce his legs and shake the table if he's tied to the chair with pretty rope.

I think Alejandro's limit is when he's already in a bad mood, he's hidden Rudy's phone so that he'll stop hearing that insufferable song and then his phone rings. You'll never guess what fucking plays. He hears a familiar cackle in the background and picks up the phone, ready to roar at whoever is on the other side of it, only to be met with his mother. And she is not happy that he forgot to wish her and his father a happy anniversary when even Rudy remembered.

That night ends with tears streaming down Rudy's face as Alejandro coos at him and reminds him, one strike for every time he had to hear that God forsaken song. He doesn't even mind that Rudy's words start to fail him towards the end because his poor boy's knees are red raw and he's going to have to massage a balm into his ass because it's already bruising.

Kate stares at the soup in the bowl in front of her and then at the spoon she's been given. First the teeth and now this? Unusual cruelty was typically something she got off on under Sarah's hands but this, too far. Possibly unforgivable.

"Why?"

"Hmm?"

"This is the spoon with the bad handle. This is the punishment spoon. Why?"

"Honey, I don't know what you're talking about. Now, eat your soup before it gets cold."

It takes until her third denial, right when Kate is pinching her tit so hard that she can feel the bar through her nipple for Sarah to even think of apologising. She doesn't until the fifth denial because she was painfully fucking close that time, God damn it, Kate.

Three days later, she gives up the location of the spoon and gets the sloppiest head of her life while sitting on their kitchen counter. The spoon was literally just in a box of pasta.

An Englishman and a Russian? Pettiness Olympics. But when Nikolai walks back into their flat, one tattered old combat boot and one oxford from his single pair of going-out shoes with short hair? John doesn't bother fetching a glass; he cracks open the half bottle of vodka and drinks.

He thinks that might be his limit, that's all he can take. Or at least that is his limit until he goes to open their bedroom door and finds the handle slippery and faintly mango scented. It takes a hesitant sniff and a reluctant lick to decipher the scene in front of him.

There's mango lube on the door handle. Mango flavoured fucking lube.

That day he decides to test out the cock ring that Nikolai bought weeks ago, tucked away to avoid pressuirng him into anything he might not be comfortable. Except the one donning it is Russian, and he makes Nikolai watch as he gets himself off. teasing himself with slow strokes of his cock and he holds one of Nikolai's tank tops under his nose and inhales the musky, faintly smoked tinged smell.

It isn't until Alex goes to dye his eyebrows and finds that his dye has been switched with one a similar colour to Farah's hair that she steps in. Glitter in Gaz's hoodie pockets was funny? Alex is wearing toe socks in protest? Hilarious. But she refuses to let Alex go down on her when his eyebrows start to blend in with her pubes.

Thus, if neither of them can behave, then neither of them get to cum. One key under each boob, they know better than to try and reach into her bra and she can so easily bite,

That doesn't stop her from taking advantage of her new vibrator, finally purchasing one that doesn't use batteries, has its quirks, and she wishes to reap the benefits.

Within two days, she barely has to lift a finger in her own home. The two men are desperate to help her, meet her every need in more ways than one.

Ghost is a man of his word; therefore, when Soap finds himself tied to a chair and muzzled, a bandana blurring his vision as he's forced to listen to Simon get sloppy with a fleshlight, then it was his own fault.

No amount of squirming or whining will save him, and the sight of his cokc, hard and leaking, only encourages Ghost as he sinks his cock into the tight hole. Again and again.

[lancermylove]

What They Call You & Their Baby?

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: All x fem!Reader

Warning: None

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Lilia

You

In a formal setting – My Dearest

In private – Dear, Darling

When you’re angry at him – Fireball 

Baby

Mini Me

Tiny

Petal (because of how delicate flower petals are)

Ruggie

You

In a formal setting – Your name, My Wife

In private – Pudding, Peanut, Sunflower

When you’re angry at him – Honey Badger

Baby

Dandelion (Ruggie thinks the baby is just as delicate as a dandelion)

Cupcake

Sweet Bun

Little Sunflower

Cater

You

In a formal setting – Your name

In private – Beautiful, Babe

When you’re angry at him – Babe

Baby

An alternate version of their name (so if the child’s name is Alice, Ace calls them Al, Ali…)

Sweetie

Cutie

Vil

You

In a formal setting – My Love

In private – Love, My Muse

When you’re angry at him – Your name

Baby

Angel

Starlet (he hopes his child will want to be an actor just like him)

My Heart

➣ For the rest: What They Call You & Their Baby

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➣ All Masterlists

➣ TWST Masterlist: [Genre][By Characters]

➣ Tumblr Only ML: TWST ML

[deldelhoney]

Nat-chan's totally not flag dress

[retrosofa]

I found out about an alternate ending to the original Rose of Versailles anime. When the series originally aired, it was canceled in some regions due to scheduling conflicts. TMS slapped together a "final episode" for those regions so they wouldn't be left hanging.

As far as I know, this episode only aired once and hasn't been released on home video. A Japanese user on Twitter owns a tape with the episode and has posted screen shots. You can see how incredibly off-model it looked as none of the original staff worked on it. One of the key animators is Satoshi Jingu, who did work on Cutie Honey, notably the last episode. Just by looking at the fuzzy screen shots, I can tell he was probably the animation director. This is hilarious to me because that means this was the second time he's taken over for Shingo Araki to work on a series finale.

I wonder how fans reacted to such an abrupt ending that looked drastically different from the rest of the series? I really hope the actual episode pops up someday.

[porters-fangs]

i assigned each redacted character a genshin main part 2.

once again, i do not apologise.

part 1 is here

starting where we left off 😁

• Seer Obscura: Klee

is patiently waiting for alice and babysitting her kid in the meantime

• Vega: Eula

her whole revenge thing is super funny to him

also she does big numbers so that’s nice

• Warden: Noelle

they’re trying their best guys

• Avior: Heizou

this makes sense to me.

• Starlight: Kaveh

this also makes sense to me.

• Anton: Nahida

entirely based off her little computer-based attack animations LMAO

• Love: Tighnari

it was the first time they’d ever lost the 50/50 but they weren’t upset in the slightest

• Marcus: Freminet

…i’m so sorry

• Asset: Ayaka

they ran a search for the strongest genshin character and this is what came back

• Brachium: Hu Tao

definitely on the nose.

• Elliott: Venti

has been playing since release, never switched main from venti 🫶

• Sunshine: Mualani

has also been playing since release, cannot stick with one main for longer than two weeks

• Blake: Sara

both brooding and obsessive ykwim 😄

• Hush: Albedo

takes one to know one.

• Doc: Alhaitham

it’s the autism speaking

alternatively, Baizhu

get it 😆 doc 😆 like doctor 🤣🤣

• Echo: Wanderer

you know.

• Geordi: Kaeya

he likes his voice.

• Cutie: Furina

this. this speaks to me.

• Guy: Itto

he laughs at all his jokes. even the bad ones.

alternatively, Bennett

because.

• Honey: Ganyu

this is right

• Aaron: Ningguang

BECAUSE.

• Smartass: Charlotte

will not stop taking pictures when they’re playing with aaron

• Ollie: Thoma

COME ONNNNN

okay thank you for your time

@n0r @dawnofiight @aurorialwolf @vegafan69 @mokozroach

[aziraphales-library]

Hi, I love LOVE you all for this blog! Thank you for doing this for the community 🥰

I wonder if you can recommend some loooong multi-chapter E-rated Human AUs of a particular flavor. I tend to like ones where there is a meeting early on, a bit of pining, plenty of spicy interludes and not tooooo much angst in the story line. Bonus points for chubby/fat Aziraphale my beloved.

My absolute faves are Under Construction and Car Trouble by @summerofspock and Petrichor and Parchment by @katnoggin.

If you can make anything of this, I'd be eternally grateful! Thank you!

Hello! We have plentiful #human au and #long fic tags, so do have a root around those for more fics that will fit the bill. Here are some with the details you've requested, most of which I don't think we've recommended before...

Lavender Apiary Of Your Honey Eyes by snek_of_eden (E)

The first thing Aziraphale registered was fiery red hair matted with sweat. The second thing was the man’s face, sharp and intelligent and a little guarded, sunlight dappling a spray of freckles. Upon seeing this, two contradictory thoughts crossed his mind: ‘Gosh, he’s pretty’, and ‘I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a man use that many expletives in the space of a minute’. “Oh,” he said, swallowing hard. “Hello, then.” __________ When Aziraphale inherits a small, cosy cottage in the countryside, he finds unexpected company in a gardener he didn't even know he had. Crowley is sweet, and strange, and about as foul-mouthed as you can get. Before he knows it, he's falling pretty goddamn hard for a man whose friendship he's terrified of risking. Ah, the foils of love.

Angel in the Window by themaybedoctor (E)

Aziraphale has the best job a young bookworm could ever hope for—he works the evening shift at an independent bookshop, just a stone's throw away from Tadfield College, where he's only a few months away from getting his degree. He likes the location in Tadfield's cosy downtown, the friendly regulars, and his coworker, Newt. But most of all, he likes having the key to the biggest treasure trove of books he's ever seen. Aziraphale knows that he's not going to make friends sitting in the dark shop at night, alone with a book and some chocolate, but that's all right. He's not lonely while he has a book, which means he's hardly lonely at all. Really. Crowley works at a record shop, and he's got the biggest crush on the cutie working at the bookshop next door. Whose name he doesn't even know, because he's too awkward to ask. At least nobody's noticed. If his co-worker Anathema found out, he'd never hear the end of it. A story about bravery, misunderstandings, acceptance, and love.

Romeo in Black Jeans by Caedmon (E)

Popular fashion designer, Crowley, meets a beautiful man at his best friend's show, and it's love at first sight. He is determined to make Aziraphale fall for him, too... if only he could get Aziraphale to stop running so hot and cold.

and now all of my garden is grown in lavender by ilikeblue (E)

Popular queer romance author, A.Z. Fell, has been lying about having a husband and a happy marriage for years. Longing to escape a string of failed relationships and looking for a fresh start, Aziraphale moves into the cottage left to him by his Great Aunt Agnes. When a TV adaptation of one of his books leads to sudden popularity and throws him into the limelight, his fans (and the press) are eager to catch a glimpse of Aziraphale's own mysterious leading man. Unfortunately, he still has to cast someone for that role. Enter the handsome gardener… Under Crowley's meticulous care the cottage's neglected garden slowly comes back to life, and Aziraphale finds himself writing the most important love story he'll ever write: his own

Argumentum a fortiori by PeturbingPrism (E)

"From the stronger argument", the Good Omens Alternate Universe barristers fic you never knew you wanted! Crowley could be a rising star at Brimstone Chambers, if he could control his temper and apply himself. Aziraphale is on the edge of losing not only his job, but his entire family over a disagreement over which organisations he has granted funds to through his beloved Miracle Foundation, the philanthropic arm of his his family's angel investment firm. Anathema tries to help her old friend out by introducing him to the only lawyer she knows who might be crazy enough to take on the might of Celeste & Sons. Two people with different ways of dealing with their issues strike up an unlikely friendship, leading to love and healing. Lots of bickering, bookshop silliness, boozing, bentley rides, shared desserts and blushing.

Divine Restorations & Repairs by skimmingthesurface, SylWritesStuff (E)

While it's unfortunate for one’s car to break down in the middle of the countryside, the pretty-as-a-postcard Tadfield could hardly be considered the worst place Anthony J. Crowley has ever been. Of course, it doesn’t help that it looks like it hasn’t yet seen the turn of the millennia, let alone this decade, but perhaps that’s just what he needs as he crawls his way out of the Hell he’s endured for the past fifteen years. Maybe the last thirty, if he's honest with himself. Though he could do without the rain. When Aziraphale Fell happens upon him and offers him shelter from the storm in his little family-run antique repair shop, neither are expecting it to change everything. The angel with his white umbrella and his tartan bowtie doesn’t expect this mysterious stranger to be able to fill the timely vacancy in his shop or the quiet of his life, but they’ve both had experience in restoring once-beloved items back to their full glory. Perhaps Crowley hasn’t fallen quite so far that he wouldn’t fit in with the rest of Aziraphale’s ragtag team of eccentric restoration experts. And perhaps they may be able to turn that talent on themselves and each other, and seal the cracks in their own hearts.

- Mod D

[thegr33nc0met]

Dating Stu Macher Headcanons ♥︎

Alternative!Reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW, GN Reader/unspecified anatomy, Switch!Stu (a little heavy on the sub side), Switch!Reader, overstimulation, light bondage, pet names, after care

I’m so sorry this took so long to post and that I forgot to add the cat bit:(( I’ve just been a bit busy with work and stuff but I hope you enjoy!!

SFW

♥︎ Stu loves loves LOVES your style. soft band tees, long flowing clothes and light fabrics? he’s eating you up. om nom nom.

the way they wrap around your body like a silky cocoon is just MAGICAL to him. you’re like a witch covered in fog and spider’s silk bro.

♥︎ if you wear makeup, he is very intrigued by how you do it and will definitely make you put some on him. you know that picture of someone laying on top of another person while they do their eyeliner?? yeah that’s you guys.

he loves when you kiss him and leave a cute little lipstick stamp on his cheek.

same with painting his nails. like if you paint your nails black, he will BEG you to do his as well (i like to imagine he bites his nails, so it’s kinda hard to do with how short they’re bitten down).

♥︎ he’ll discover a band or artist that he thinks is even slightly alternative and he’ll ask if you know them (then make you listen to them if you haven’t). they may not actually be alternative, but he’s trying his best to be supportive<3

LOVES going to concerts with you. the whole vibe of the alternative/goth community is so refreshing to him. he thinks everyone is so chill and nice:)

♥︎ as I’ve stated before, his love languages are gift giving and acts of service. anything you want, he’s gonna get it for you one way or another (whether he buys it or steals it, it’s YOURS). if you guys are hanging out at the local strip mall and you get something, he’ll carry all your shopping bags for you<<33 he’ll buy you things even if you don’t ask for it; you’re constantly getting new clothes and jewelry from him that he thinks you’ll like.

he will hold doors open for you and carry your backpack at school. he’ll even let you hop on his back if you get tired of walking.

Stu definitely calls you cutie. i also think he loves to make up random nicknames on the spot. pookie bear, schnookums, muffin, ducky, sweet potato pie, honey booger.. silly stuff like that, but they’re mostly used in a humorous way. cutie is his favourite pet name for you.

♥︎ loves when you borrow his sweaters, whether they’re big enough to be a dress on you or fit you as a regular sweater, or just a lazy day shirt… it gives him cuteness aggression to the max. he just wants to squeeze you til you pop!!<3

♥︎ MOVIE NIGHTS ALL THE TIME!!! he loves cuddling up against you on the couch, a blanket draped across the two of you as some cheesy slasher film plays on the tv. will go all out with snacks (he’s the type of person to put m&ms in his popcorn so be warned if that’s not your thing).

♥︎ he’s always gotta have an arm slung over your shoulders or hips no matter where you are.

NSFW

♥︎ oh lord… this man.. the first time you guys have sex is a wild ride let me tell you!!

♥︎ STU👏IS👏A👏SWITCH👏!!!

♥︎ he loves going down on you. he wants to give you as many orgasms with his mouth as possible until you can hardly handle it. he wants to give you as much pleasure as he can so you know you’re his. so you know no one else can make you feel as good as he does.

once you’re whimpering and nearly crying from overstimulation, he’ll pull his mouth away from your abused sex and rub his big hands over your trembling legs and coo comforting shushes at you until you settle down before he’s sliding inside. he’ll make you come over and over again until he’s satisfied.

♥︎ but if you wanna be dominant?? USE HIM HOWEVER YOU WANT HE’LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU AND LET YOU DO ANYTHING TO HIM.

he’s definitely a service bottom when/if you’re dominant. he just wants to make you feel good as possible.

♥︎ if you tease him while he’s bottoming and gets real desperate, he starts giggling like a mad man between broken moans. god he’s just so DESPERATE FOR YOU TO TOUCH HIM.

“hehehehehehha—ungh!~ yes!— heheh..” as a sheen of sweat is covering his hot body and tears are streaming down his cheeks, pooling at his chin, squirming and writhing against the restraints as you teasing drag the pads of your fingers up to his leaking tip. “p-please… just keep touching me like that… you’ll make me feel good? right, cutie? you’ll let me come?” he pants out, biting down on his lip to keep the nervous laughter from bubbling up again, his pretty blue eyes lidded as he stares you down.

♥︎ imagine him throwing his head back and letting out the sluttiest moan when you finally take him inside you after teasing him for so long.

“th-thank you… god, fuck! you feel so fuckin’ good…” he practically growls out, smiling widely in ecstasy as you fuck him. he lets out the most pathetic whimpers and moans when he finally comes inside you, ‘thanks yous’ falling repeatedly from his mouth.

♥︎ he loves giving as much as he loves receiving after care. if it’s not too late at night/if the two of you aren’t too tired, he’ll get a shower running for both of you, and loves to clean you up while pressing gentle kisses to any part of your body he can. he’d love it if you did the same for him. then after the shower, he’ll get you a cup of water before cuddling back up with you in bed and falling asleep<3

comments and reblogs are always appreciated!!🫶

[geordikisser]

my idol!redactedverse hcs

groups:

angel baabe & sweetheart ( ollie as manager )

treasure lovely & darlin’ ( vincent as manager )

smartass cutie & honey ( aaron as manager )

freelancer damien & hux ( lasko as manager )

gav & caelum ( lasko also as manager )

angel would be main vocalist, baabe on instruments, & sweetheart as the choreographer/lead dance

lovely would be main vocalist, treasure would be a secondary vocalist & darlin’ would be choreographer ( fan service ,,, )

cutie would be lead singer ( bite me . ), smartass would be secondary vocalist & honey would on instruments

freelancer as main vocalist & choreographer , huxley as guitarist & damien as drummer

caelum as main vocalist & gavin on instruments

☆ initially, everyone would have their own genres ngl but i want to leave that up to your interpretations / preferences !

☆ shaw security is partnered by each industry for safety purposes

☆ vega & kody is good here please let me have this. they’re just huge fans of gav & freelancer as a couple ,,,, plea s e .

☆ quinn is like gideon graves to darlin’s ramona lmao

☆ william is the ultimate manager of the idol industry that owns them all ,,,

☆ most the the redacted boys are unaware of their lovers idol business or haven’t seen any content of it personally

☆ lovely & angels group def make sexo music lawl ,,, cutie & honey as well, smartass couldn’t partake due to them needing yk a job still ü .

my personal genre hcs for the groups:

angels: soul laced w/ pop, alternative r&b ( examples: steve lacy + frank ocean )

lovelys: electro/alternative pop ( examples: melaine martinez + paramore )

cuties: alternative pop w/ classical music ( examples: arctic monkeys + lana del rey + laufey )

freelancers: electro/alternative pop + alternative metal ( example: britney spears mix with deftones sorta )

caelums: they would make subliminal & lullaby music lmao

lmk if u have any questions on my hcs ^_^ if u make any content with this use tag #idol!redactedverse if you make any content with inspiration from this post >:-p

[theweirderstuffblogdontlook]

Got two fanfics below the readmore, and a closing comic strip at the end of the fanfic showing what happens afterwards. So make sure to at least scroll to the bottom!

Sitting at the bar, a gay bar mostly frequented by lesbians which they had visited without incident a few times prior, Caprica alternated between sipping a drink, looking at her phone, and keeping an eye on Bob. Bob being currently disguised as Barbra, her "girlfriend" and former truck driver from out of town who’s been recovering from a car accident at her house.

It seemed everything was going pretty well. Bob's done a good job not being too suspicious and not breaking character, so she's been exploiting the bar over the past couple of days to keep Bob busy, and give herself a break from having the undivided attention of her obsessive stalker.

Though the unfortunate (in her opinion) trade off of being in a public location, is that sometimes people other than Bob will also take the initiative to bother her.

Case in point, as a lady sat in a barstool beside her, gesturing to get her attention and get Caprica to lean in a bit closer.

Saying in a bit of a hushed tone

"Hey, sorry to bother ya honey, but I figured I'd ask you instead. But Barbara's a Trans woman right?"

Oh… guess they clocked Bob. Still, that's a lot better than assuming he's a notorious criminal hiding out in disguise. 

She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

"Uhhhhh…. Yeah. She… uhhh, she'd rather not talk about it."

"Yeah I understand. Just figured I'd ask since we've got a support group coming up, in case she wants to participate. You can let her know just in case I don't get the chance to talk with her privately for a minute."

"No, it's probably best if I let her know myself, so she won't… uhhh… I'll let her know."

"Alright, just get back to me if Barb is interested or not. No pressure though if she isn comfortable bringing it up."

"Yeah, we'll let you know."

And she got up and left to go mingle, leaving Caprica alone with her thoughts.

Damn, she should probably get ahead of this before Bob does anything too suspicious.

Sometime later, she and Bob sat in the big truck that used to belong to her grandfather, getting ready to go home, though she got Bob to pause for a bit for a chat. 

"So there might be something we should go over in regards to your Barbra disguise. So just in case someone asks, let's go over what transgender means, and a few other relevant terms you should know."

"Well alright. If ya think it'll help."

(One explanation later…..)

"Alright, now say it back to me. Someone asks if you're a Trans woman, what do you think that means?"

Bob, with a bit of excitement in his tone, replies

"It means I'm a lady who hasn't chopped off her dick yet!"

"...."

"...."

"You know what, we'll work on that."

And they head home.

Another day, another time, but the same place, Caprica and Bob (disguised as Barbra) are sitting together at a table at the lesbian bar, sharing a plate of nachos. 

Though Caprica was more eating a small bowl of jalapeño rings that came with the nachos than the nachos themselves.

And Bob was more enjoying teasing and flirting with his grumpy unsociable girlfriend than snacking.

Until they are rudely interrupted.

Two men, acting tipsy either from alcohol or their own egotistical self satisfaction, sleased over, one of them leaning against the table beside Caprica while the other stood behind her.

"Hey cutie, how'd you like to get with a real man?"

"Yeah, we’d be happy to show what you’re missing, hanging out with a bunch of slutty rug munchers like these."

Without skipping a beat though, and more of reflex than anything, Caprica deadpanned,

"Dude, this is a gay bar…. For gays. Quit flirting with people like me and go suck each other's faces instead."

And reached to take a sip of her drink.

Before her eyes glance over, and notice Bob's hand balled into a tight fist, which shook slightly with rage.

Caprica choked on her drink

OH SHIT RIGHT BOB!!!!!

These guys just… Oh shit. Right in front of Bob.

Trying not to let the nerves show in her voice, she says

"Okay, you…. You guys need to leave…" 

Obviously not successful in putting up a brave front.

And the guys just leaned in a bit closer. Pitching their voices a bit lower to make it harder for any lookie-loos to hear them over the background music.

"Awwww, but we just got here! And somebody's gotta set these dykes straight, might as well be a couple of good Samaritans like us."

"Yeah, we'd be happy to show you chick's what dick tastes like."

SHIT what can she do!! These guys are literally digging their own graves! Eyes widening further in fear she glances between the guys and the barely disguised ball of murderous rage that was Bob. 

Probably the only things keeping these two guys alive right now, was one… Bob being a bit of a slow thinker, taking a minute to figure out how exactly he was gonna murder these two. And two, that she makes him leave his knives at home when they go out in disguise so he couldn’t impulse stab as easily.

She makes a snap decision. 

Maybe if she can make a scene first, Bob won't get the opportunity to do something drastic and reveal his identity in public.

She turns to glare at the two men, raising her voice to draw more attention and maybe get someone else to intervene first before any blood gets spilled.

"I am literally here with my fucking girlfriend!"

She says gesturing at Bob.

"Now unless you two assholes want the only thing you're ever known for around town, is that you two are the kind of guys to hit on other people's girlfriends, you'd better walk out those doors and never let anyone here see your faces ever again!"

And good lord, the condescending smugness of these dudes was palpable.

"Hey now, no need to get all hysterical on us."

"Yeah, how are we supposed to know if it's your time of the month or not?"

And the two snicker dumbly, while Capricas eyes dart around. 

Two of the women from the dance floor, who were regulars at the bar, seem to have gotten the hint that something was up and were heading this way.

Though the two guys then continued, clearly trying to cover their ass now that there was a risk of witnesses.

"Hey, if you… two aren't in an uhhhh… open relationship you coulda just let us know and not get all upset over nothing.

"Besides, with how gross, fat, and hairy your girlfriend is, maybe you don't need a guy after all!"

Their condescending laughter peters out with a squeak of Bob's chair as he stands. The two men's courage faltering for a moment as they see his stature dwarfing the both of theirs.

The two women who had been making their way over also pausing at the sight, the anger in Bob's posture being clear even from across the room.

Though he keeps his tone even, and thankfully doesn't drop the feminine affect in his voice (and thus his disguise). And with a slow, controlled movement, he takes off his sunglasses, folds them, and hangs them on the collar of his funny 'my other ride is your mom' novelty shirt.

He then leans over, resting one hand on the table, and staring down the men with his big crazy eyes and deranged grin.

"You boys know what happens when you try hitting on another man's girlfriend right in front of them?"

One of the men puts up his hands in a timid ‘alright, calm down’ sort of gesture. Trying to be sassy as he says, "Hey, no need to HURK!!"

Bob snatched the man by the throat, cutting him off and startling his friend, along with Caprica 

"HEY HEY HEY!!!"

"BARB DON'T!!"

Caprica shot up from her seat, as Bob calmly made his way around the table, gaze hungrily fixed on the choking man clawing at Bob's hand, trying to break the grip around his neck.

Though he's knocked out of his focus as the assholes friend winds up a punch, and clocks Bob in the face with an accompanying shout of,

"LET GO OF HIM YOU BITCH!!!"

Bob staggers at the hit, then stills, and turns his attention to the other man. Who's angry expression falters with fear as Bob meets his gaze.

Caprica scrambles over, trying to get between Bob and the man, but he is able to move past her easily to punch the guy in the gut, and he crumples, wind knocked out of him. 

As Caprica, in a hushed worried tone, pleaded,

"Barb, we're in public Barb, people are watching, Barb. You know the rules, don’t break character."

And Bob, appearing not to listen, grabbed the other man by the collar of his shirt as he wheezed and tried not to fall over. Bob not obliging this man's attempt to stay upright, kicking out one of his legs so he tumbled, and the only thing keeping his head from smacking on the ground, being the shirt collar Bob held. Letting the second man be pulled along like a struggling sack of flour, all while still pulling the first man along by the neck, and starting to walk. Caprica still panicking in a hushed tone as by now the attention of the whole bar was on them, and a number of bystanders got closer to get a better view of the action.

"Come on Barrrb, think about you're doing, if you hurt them we can't come back…."

Bob started dragging the two men towards the front door of the bar, wide manic grin still on his face with each heavy step, and Caprica following along beside him, frantically whispering.

"They'll come and find us at the house, they might figure things out before we even get a real chance to run. Don't do this."

Bob kicks the door open, dragging the two struggling men out with him, letting one of the guys get smacked on the doorframe on the way out, and letting the door swing shut behind him.

Leaving Caprica looking nervously across the audience of mostly lesbians, many of whom were now chatting amongst themselves conspiratorially.

Caprica being too stressed to get a read on how the audience might be feeling about the whole affair and if they’ve turned against her and Bob or not.

But she does take a moment to consider since there weren't any windows to look out of, either on the door or the adjacent wall, maybe if she just stood here she could keep people from going out and witnessing Bob ripping them apart and calling the cops and escalating the whole thing and everyone finding out about Bob and Bob grabbing her before she can run and him getting taken to prison while she’s still stuck inside him and…

There's entirely too many people looking at her, so she goes out the door in a hurry.

She finds Bob standing there calmly, hands in his pockets, looking out across the street. His eyes glance down at her when she asks

"Where are the!!!!"

But she's interrupted as Bob gestures slightly with his head in the direction he'd been looking before, and Caprica can see the two men shambling off, one supporting the other with their arm across his shoulders to keep them steady.

Caprica lets out a huge wheezy breath, bracing against Bob with one hand as she doubles over and says,

"Oh thank fuck."

And Bob looks at her with a sly cheeky grin. 

She takes a few more deep breaths to try and steady herself, Bob saying a teasing

"Y'all right there sweetiepie?"

"I'm just…. Wheeze, shit Bob…. Just…"

"Spooked ya good didn't I?"

She glares at him.

"Don't you go acting like some bastion of self control now you fucking asshole. I know you were barely an inch from ruining everything."

"Yeah, but it's still fun to watch you get mad about it."

Caprica presses her face into her hands and lets out a long annoyed tone to try and get the stress out,

"HHHHHRRRRRrrrrgggggg…. Come on…. We still gotta go back in there and sort this out. You're stable enough right?"

Bob chuckles in response.

And Caprica stands up straight with a clap of her hands and says

"WHELP! Alright it's settled! Let's just leave and never come back, and never speak of this again!"

Bob leans in, wrapping an arm around Caprica's shoulders tenderly and nuzzling against the top of her head while saying apologetically.

"Awww darlin, come on, you'll be okay, they ain't gonna…"

Bob's interrupted as the door beside them opens, it's the bouncer, who was looking thoroughly apologetic, along with someone who normally is working the bar, but from the more authoritative tone, they were probably a more managerial type on top of pouring drinks.

"Are you two alright? From the sound of it, one of them tried to grab Caprica and the other ended up punching you when you tried to stop them."

It not being lost on Bob that the events were already getting spun to make him and Caprica look more innocent and non-confrontational than they had been. Clearly, the community was gonna be much more invested in looking after their own than being sympathetic to a couple of assholes. And Bob was happy to lean into that impulse of theirs. After all, he quite liked it here too, even if it meant agreeing to expand his ‘dont eat the neighbors, that’s too suspicious’ compromise with Caprica to include ‘don’t eat anyone who’s clearly a lesbian. It is not a large community and word travels fast and it’ll be too suspicious’. Taking on a warm tone and shifting back into his feminine Barbra affect, he stands back to his full height, though keeping an arm around Caprica, and responds,

"Yeah, we're alright. Don't-chu worry."

"How about the two men?"

"I gave 'em an earful and let 'em limp off with their tail between their legs. Hopefully we won't be dealin with those two again any time soon."

The manager seems relieved, taking up a bit more confident, even somewhat protective tone as she responds,

"Alright, if they show up again and start getting butthurt about things and trying to twist everything around, we've got a bar full of witnesses to let the authorities know how big of a creep those guys were. And of course, it should go without saying that those guys are banned for life."

The bouncer holds open the door for them, the manager trying to usher them both inside.

"Come on, I'll give you both a free drink, or maybe something to eat to help ya calm down, or heck, both if you want. And let's get you an ice pack for that bruise Barbra."

Though with Caprica being obviously the more nervous of the two, the bulk of the fretting quickly turned to her, giving Bob a moment to fidget with what he had in his pocket.

The source of why Bob was able to do an emotional 180 so quickly, and turn so calm and confident after the insults and the jealous, possessive rage.

Taking them out covertly for a moment to examine.

Two leather wallets. And flipping open the top one, a drivers license can be clearly seen in the transparent pouch, belonging to the man he had threatened to strangle to death.

A drivers license and thus, a name, and an address.

Bob's grin widened with sinister glee, before he stowed the mens wallets away, and followed the group inside.

Then, the following night...

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Redacted Headcannons pt 2

As Gavin and FL get older, Gavin alternates his appearance to make it seem like he is aging too(he knows FL is gonna die someday he just won’t accept it)

Sam thinks about what could happen after he and Darlin left the house of Solaire

Gavin, Asher, and Guy sometimes wear croptops and paint their nails

Huxley doesn’t work out he’s just naturally buff, but he does drink protein shakes or smoothies and go on morning runs

All of the D.A.M.N. crew is used to Gavin making out with FL anytime anywhere

Darlin sometimes gets scars that they don’t even know about until Sam points out that he can smell the blood on them

Milo had a mullet but decided to cut it after he accidentally cut too much off(he wore a beanie until it grew back close enough to make it into a mullet

Darlin is academically smart, but people’s opinions about them cause them to lash out and make bad decisions

Gavin has an incubus mark on his lower abdomen

Darlin would often avoid hangouts with the wolf pack due to feeling unwanted

Cutie felt conflicted and confused when Geordi got mad at them for reading his mind, causing them to stop using their powers when Geordi left

Porter stares at Treasure when they sleep not in a creepy way but more of an admiring type of way

Milo snaps at sweetheart but always feels bad and apologizes after especially when he’s not mad at them(he can tell when he goes too far when their aura changes a different color)

Lovely and Vincent play hide and seek in the woods(it drives Vincent’s primal instincts, making it more fun)

Darlin isn’t good with kids they don’t hate them they just aren’t used to being around them(the kids in the pack think they’re cool and berates them with questions)

Freelancer always includes coworker whenever the D.A.M.N. crew hang out no matter what they’re doing

Sam gives advice that he learned growing up in the South (he often gets looked at like he’s crazy but the advice does work)

Darlin's parents were in the pack but got banished due to abuse towards Darlin, who later got adopted by Gabe and Mrs. Shaw

Guy laughs about things at the worst times, and Honey hits him to try and get him to stop even though they think it’s funny too

Baabe helps Asher dye his hair, even helping him cut it if it gets long enough

Darlin and Asher are naturally fast even without their werewolf abilities

Milo and Darlin don’t wanna get married(they don’t care about traditional marriages, but they do have promise rings)

Darlin tilts their heads, and death stares at Alexis whenever she’s around(they have thought about just punching her and dealing with the consequences later but never acted on it due to Sam and David telling them to "behave"

FL celebrates Xavier’s birthday with Huxley

Sweetheart's dad worked in the department and died on the job, sweetheart carries a picture of him in their car

Asher only eats puffy chips and refuses to eat anything else

Sweetheart has a model walk with top tier fashion taste(they hate the color orange on clothes)

Micheal once asked Angel if they could try and get back together, and David stopped him before he could even finish his sentence(Micheal fumbled HARD)

Milo’s father hates interspecies only accepting sweetheart for the sake of Milo but once got into an argument with Darlin over Sam(Marie apologized on his behalf, and Darlin and her have a good relationship)

Damien got confused when FL accidentally mentioned Caelum, and FL just told him that he was a friend of theirs and Gavin’s(Caelums their adopted son)

Darlin has a fear of abandonment they had a panic attack the first time Sam and them got into a serious argument about Darlins recklessness