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rxsilabeth--er · 10 months ago

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ok this feels mean to do but, remus and a slytherin male reader. post-prank. essentially, post-prank remus is angry with sirius, but suddenly he find himself close with his 'sleazy' seatmate in charms. turns out, he's not that mean and less of a jerk from how he holds himself and how most people percieved Slytherin men. he's also very good at his studies, he helps remus out when remus seems to need it, he has this nice voice, and an even nicer face—wait what?

(i'd love to walk in the great hall with my arm around remus lupin's shoulder, maroon and burgundy marks on my neck and a sleazy grin on my face as i leaned down to his ear, just to whisper to him that his ex's staring. let 👏🏻 me 👏🏻 make 👏🏻 that 👏🏻 man 👏🏻 blush 👏🏻)

:: hickeys and a Slytherin that's tricky...

Now calling....Author: "This was a lovely request!! Though I LOVE wolfstar, this did hurt my wolfstar heart, but I love it nonetheless!!"

Now calling....Synopsis: "...After the prank, Remus prefers sitting alone in case one of the marauders come and he bursts open at the seams, but luckily during potions, a certain Slytherin helps his wrong potion and even fixes his seams perfectly..."

Now calling....warnings: "smoking, drinking, fashion show, personal headcanons, tying Remus to his bed for his health (dw), reader is mentioned to piercings, hickeys, mentions of sexual activity, The prank, angst on Sirius's part, possibly wrong potion making, I couldn't fortunately get my hogwarts letter...I deserve to be there more than Draco Malfoy, that's for sure...male!reader. Ooc? Bellatrix and Narcissa? Bellatrix doesn't like Remus in the beginning, but settles to tolerate him cause his ma was a squib and his dad a wizard so he's a pureblood, right? Bella had sexual history with reader. Beware, this is quite long."

the clinking of his spoon on the walls of the bubbling cauldron did not help Remus's situation, he could still hear James, Sirius and Peter's murmurs along with Severus's glare at him. What potion were they making again? Does not matter especially if you just got your heart torn apart by those you trusted the most in your life...

He softly looked around, Severus's glare still trained on him as he lowered his eyes with guilt, continuing to cut whatever he had as the instruction in his books said, his eyes already blurring the view with tears,

"You're not supposed to put three lacewings...the book says wrong." a gruff voice softly perked up as Remus flinched and looked around to find a particular Slytherin whom he had seen around, mostly smoking, snoozing or being lazy and chaotic.

With messy hair, messy shirt, Slytherin tie, a few piercings around your ears and tattoos poking out from under your sleeves, you stood there pointing at his book.

Seeing him basically zoned out string at you, you snapped your fingers in his face to pull him out of trance, as he shook his head and looked at you, his eyebrow raising,

"And what makes you think you're right?" Remus asked as he glared his eyes up and down you, as you simply shrugged and said,

"I mean, if you add three lacewings which makes the potion acidic to daisy roots who's job is to acidify the potion already, it will become..I don't know? Too acidic for anything to survive in it? We need it just enough acidic so that when we add the base, it will be enough to neutralize...I thought you were smart, Lupin."

and your words left him appalled, but he couldn't speak as he did understand your logic behind it as he scoffed and asked, "And how many am I supposed to add, genius?! Professor didn't say anything." as you looked at your own book at the corrections you made, "...One and a half".

As you said, as if on cue, Snape's cauldron bubbled too much and spilled everywhere leaving blisters on contact with bare human skin of those around as people winced and softly whispered, a Remus looked in surprise, you didn't seem shocked as Snape did think he knew better and added three and a HALF lacewings, idiot.

You simply continued to mix your potion, Remus decided to take your advice and only add one and a half instead of three like everyone did...You finished yours and tested it in front of everyone as Slughorn awarded your with fifty points for Slytherin, he must ave been impressed because this particular potion was a hard one, Remus's also turned out to be good but he was awarded only fifteen points, possibly because he showed it at the last minute.

As you got your things and walked out, the classes were over so you had free time as you walked down the courtyard down the grassy fields near the tree where the Slytherin skittles often sat. Throwing your bag up, you quickly climbed up there, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter before lighting it and smoking out smoke from your nostrils as you hummed to yourself, opening a book to read.

Remus didn't know how, but he somehow walked up and climbed up to meet you, you simply looked his way, nodding as a greeting as you went back to reading while Remus was panting from the tiny climb,

"Uhm....hey, thanks for the tip today in class..." Remus began as you nodded, taking another drag and softly blowing it out, as Remus stood there, clinging to the tree in disbelief,

"..Okay...Uhm..." he nodded to himself as he took a step down, "...What happened to you and marauders?" you asked softly, crawling to lay on your stomach on the slightly somewhat large space the tree had to offer, looking down at him with your face in your propped up hand, noticing the way he froze,

"...None of your fucking business." Remus said in annoyance, as you nodded, "Okay." you said taking another drag and blowing the smoke in his face, making him more annoyed, as he swatted your hand, "Fucking stop." Remus snarled, as you grinned..

Out of nowhere, with unknown confidence, Remus took your wrist and made you place your cigarette between his lips as he blew the smoke in your face before climbing down and walking away as you stared back at him in surprised with flushing reaching up your cheeks to warm them, a soft smile spreading your cheeks as you looked at him walking away.

You quickly gathered the book, the bag and jumped down, following him from a few feets away, walking behind him yet no doing anything, of-course he noticed, you weren't hidden or invisible and yet he didn't do anything. Up until the portrait of the fat lady you followed him and would have followed him inside if he didn't just stop in front of the portrait till you stood beside him,

"What is it? Why are you following me, you fuck?" Remus asked as you simply blew out more smoke, "You looked like shit, so I followed. I need to make you a forest brown again." you said simply as his eyes soften ever-so slightly...sighing, he gave the password and pulled you in, sitting you down and removing your tie,

"Oooh, already so eager to fuck, Lupin?" you asked smirking, making him scoff, "As if me, or anybody in fact, would sleep with a sleaze like you. Only doing it so people don't know I'm hanging with a serpent.", "Okay.. :)"

And the next month flew without a care of world for Lupin and you, as you simply pulled out a cig after classes ended and were pulled by Zahara and if she pulled you, you pulled him, cause if Zahara was around, you needed the 'Casanova' around so people don't think that Zabini be sleeping with you...

Or maybe you'd help Pandora to collect rocks or snails or slugs around the Black lake, while she rambled on and on to you while Remus stood there smoking.

Or maybe you'd be sharing a cigarette with Barty and Evan cause you three were being stingy and lazy to buy some from Hogsmeade as you three glared at Remus in envy while he wasted cigarettes from his brand new packet while he only took two drags before putting it out and pulling out another one all while smirking in your direction cause he knew you three were too prideful to ask him for one.

Or maybe you'd be reading while cuddling with Regulus and helping him annotate while Remus sat beside you hearing both of your interpretation, he didn't think you'd be into literature almost as much as Regulus while you both acted out Shakespeare sometimes.

Or maybe styling clothes with Andromeda, Narcissa and Dorcas and putting on a show for the house in the common room while people hooted or laughed at the dramatic display all while Remus sat there in confusion at how weird the whole house of Slytherin is if you don't notice the idiotic pure-blood supremacists (Lucius, Lestranges, Bellatrix, Snape, Mulciber, etc.).

The month went by quickly, you stood outside the door of the Shrieking Shack, smoking as he transformed for the month...The month had sadly two full moons and it did not go well...

if not for you standing outside until the morning and tying him to his bed, while putting on healing spells and refusing to let him go to class and leaving him there in the Shrieking Shack until the classes ended and you came back with the gang and sat beside him on the floor, playing truth or dare, having a fashion show, smoking, singing songs and playing stupid instruments and more...

For Remus, well it was small, not for the Marauders especially Sirius...No, on the contrary it was hell for them, Sirius could not help but feel guilt as he refused to let himself or James or Peter believe that he purposefully sent someone to be murder and maimed...

He could not let James or Peter turn their back on him, cause he knew that in the two's eyes he was still a good person..and a good person doesn't send someone else to be mauled....

Sirius had begun to cry himself to sleep, putting silencing charms around his bed post and sticking his curtains around him with a few spells as he heard Remus walk in every night, giggling at something another voice spoke, before he heard the sounds of him falling into his bed and the sounds of Remus...possibly kissing the person..No he could not have that in his mind..

Remus had changed a lot, everyone in Gryffindor could tell. He still wore his grandpa sweaters, but he had eyeliner around his eyes, his eyes seemed more hooded and bored, with no concealer covering his scars anymore.

And despite his sweaters, he was more often seen with Blazer, sometimes blood dripping down his nose or knuckles and mostly walking around Barty, Evan, Regulus and you, all five laughing while Pandora clung to your arm and Dorcas fussed over Remus's hair and scars and body, asking him if anything hurt...

Mary, Lily, Marlene, Alice often saw themselves being replaced by Dorcas, Pandora, Zahara and sometimes Andromeda and Narcissa and well rarely, Bellatrix who asked him to tutor her after swallowing a lot of her pride...Sirius, James, Frank, Peter saw themselves being replaced by you, Barty, Evan and Regulus...

Remus wasn't ever seen in the Gryffindor tower now, always roaming around the Slytherin common room, sometimes seen beside the Black lake with Pandora and Dorcas talking with merfolk with sign language, or waltzing with Narcissa in the courtyard who always smiled and laughed as he mixed up his steps...

And seen in the library with Zahara and Bellatrix who wore a scowl which sometimes melted away after a while as the two listen intently to whatever he taught them...

Or walking around Hogsmeade with you, Barty and Evan, Barty and Evan whining and clinging to each other before going away somewhere to make out as you simply bought him his favourite chocolates at Honey dukes and sometimes putting the tiniest bit of melted chocolate on the tip of his nose before kissing it away...

Or talking with Regulus and you about the newest books they read, or three-wheeling Andromeda and Ted, teasing the two with a smirk as you leaned against him, smoking with a smirk, sometimes enjoying him with the teasing. Sirius or other marauders couldn't bear himself seeing it and often teared up at the slightest mention of Remus and his new-found friends..

Despite being everything Sirius hated the most; a pureblood, coming from a noble family, serious, smart, cunning, ambitious Slytherin, you were everything that deserved you got and showed not everything is not as simple as it seems.

you did not worry what people thought when you helped people. Helping Andromeda through hexing a few of Ted's bullies from Slytherin who tried to hurt him for being with Andromeda,

comforting Alice after a fight she had with Narcissa,

sharing some weed with Peter,

helping Lily chase away Snape who was being too persistent,

helping Marlene get the snitch just to spite Dorcas yet make Dorcas laugh the other second cause you didn't want her to feel bad about loosing the match,

taking the blame for whatever Barty, Andromeda, Bellatrix, Regulus, Narcissa did cause you didn't want a letter be sent to their house and make them get punished by their parents,

learning to braid Zahara's hair the way she likes it to help her,

taking Pandora anywhere she wanted,

helping Evan with his homework in library...

You couldn't be thrown into one category cause you weren't like that, you were the hardest thing to navigate, you were always being sleezy, smoking, yet you helped, cared, comforted people who needed it...

The next morning as he stood up and walked down to the Great Hall, Remus left WAY earlier possibly to be with his new found friends... He walked in, and sat down as he simply ate whatever was present before Marlene smacked his hand pointed back at the entrance to see Remus.

In his usual black blazer, hooded, bored eyes, a few piercings, a cig in his hand with his shirt's top two buttons open and showing his collar and neck covered in bite-marks, hickeys...

some were even decorated with stickers as he walked and sat right behind Sirius, yawning as Zahara whistled, as Bellatrix scoffed,

"What, couldn't even handle being with Y/N?" Bellatrix asked grinning with confidence,

"Well, still better at handling him than you, no Bella? He isn't able to walk, last time I remembered, it wasn't him who couldn't walk, it was you who couldn't walk!" Remus said back with a evident smugness in his voice as Bellatrix sat there, appalled and shocked as she simply humphed and looked away as the table softly snickered...

Sirius couldn't bear to think that something he wished he could have was now with someone completely different. Sirius longed to be in your place as he couldn't help the tears which pricked his eyes...How come a large mistake of his took away everything he wished was his...?

He looked back at the entrance to see you softly walk in, slightly limping with a cig in your hand which you dropped on the floor and stamped on to put it out as you walked and sat down beside Remus, leaning against him, trying to catch on sleep which you obviously couldn't complete from last night's activities...

Sirius felt filth inside him at seeing you and Remus be together, through classes as you helped him read and developed spells for him to read through his Dyslexia, helped him sleep with a potion Regulus created to heal his own insomnia which you even gave to James to help his insomnia.

You helped Peter sometimes with his charms when he needed help, told Lily which colour looked good on her, helped motivate Marlene to cause pranks, told Mary she looked pretty, gave advice to Alice about Narcissa and even gave Rita some gossips you heard to satisfy her.

You even helped Sirius himself with pranks to pull on Snape whom you started calling "Snevillous" as well...no matter how much Sirius tried, he couldn't hate you..or even be you...

He saw you everyday with Remus, making out with him in some corner of the library, sitting on his lap to tease him, quoting books he hated simply to annoy him, stroking his scars with your fingers, putting on liner on his eyes, using spells to make drawings that Evan did to turn them into permanent tattoos, wearing his grandpa sweaters and flaunting them in front of the girls all whom laughed or giggled...

You even tried your hardest to fix the marauder's friendship, in which you succeeded..but not because their apologies were sincere, it was because you tried to fix their friendship.

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years ago

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hope you had a good nap k <3 you did such a good job last time with eddie and steve painting reader's face and ruining her makeup. but tbh now i wanna ruin HIS makeup!! riding eddie's face and squirting all over him sounds like so much fun rn :(

OKAY, soooooo — this idea popped into my head almost immediately after I read your ask! I hope this is okay? It turned into something of my own weird muse, haha. We love dirty riding/messy time to ruin that boy, don’t we? All support for it in this household!

Summary: Eddie tries out a new look for a show. He wanted it to be intense, but that doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Warnings: Language, NSFW, oral sex, face riding, vaginal fingering, small p*ss kink (mentioned only), mirror play, handsy Eddie, hair pulling, and squirting.

A/N: This is unedited, so I’m sorry if it looks awful because of that. I wanted to get this out for the rest of y’all too, and I was inspired! The imagery I have of what I was picturing as Eddie’s look… fuuuuuck me 🤤

When your boyfriend of seven months stated that he had a surprise for you, what is currently standing in your eye-line is not the statement you’d expected. Corroded Coffin was playing a bar in Indianapolis tonight — their second gig there that actually accumulated a decent crowd. And Eddie had been right all along — a bigger, more Metropolitan city opened doorways to the metal scene, something a hick town in Indiana never could. He wanted to really fix up, make himself look as intense as possible. He’d been gone with Robin since early in the afternoon, only telling you he was getting his hair permed for the show and his nails painted.

It wasn’t unusual for him to get a manicure with Robin, the ladies in the salon used to Eddie and his eccentric fashions. Everyone heard about the metal scene, the punk fashion, but in Hawkins it wasn’t welcomed, especially after Eddie would leave the parlor and receive several stray insults from one hillbilly to the next. He didn’t mind it though, he got to wave his freshly done nails with a doubled down bird. His favorite wave.

You liked that he had formed a quick companionship with Robin, solidifying his place in the group (and your heart) not long after everything with Vecna.

You’re so completely lost in your thoughts, eyes glazed over with the haze of fascination and want, that you aren’t aware Eddie is stepping closer until you can smell his Old Spice and see what he meant in regards to stamping a statement on your conscious (and unconscious mind).

“Holy fuck…”

That stubble bitten mouth pulls away to reveal a milky white smirk. His chocolate eyes, dusted with a blood red layer of shadow, long lashes elongated by a mascara wand, and a charcoal wing swiping out carefully, sharply — widen comically, enhanced impossibly wider. A silver sword dangles from his ear — you note. He’d apparently remembered he’d had it pierced and decided to indulge. His fresh perm is soft and silky looking, the product still settled into the locks.

You gulp onto a dry choke, his outfit what really makes your knees jello, a throb automatically smacking you in between your legs.

“Yeah?” You hear the slight crunch of leather as he backs up to give you a twirl, his ass well rounded in the acid wash denim, his chain swaying, wallet resting against a cheek beneath the denim pocket. He blinks those lashes and winks at you, making you physically clench your legs together. “You like it sweetheart? S’ a lot, I know.”

His inky colored nails, his signature chunky rings clad on those deliciously sinful fingers, they slip along the tightened corset that’s wrapped around his slender waist, stopping short below his nipples to help showcase the cut off crop of mesh that dangles around his neckline, covering what the corset doesn’t. His tattoos veiled, but visible, as if they’re entities peeking out to play. His combat boots that are still smeared with his own blood from the Upside Down are laced over his feet. You stumble all around your words, tongue lolling, mouth pooling with saliva. Eddie filters a fingertip beneath your chin, leaning down beneath the glow of his bedroom lamplight. “It’s a hit then?”

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. Eddie Munson has that effect on you. “How long did your makeup take you? You can do it again before tonight, right?”

His enriching brows frown, a silly grin pressing the lines of his mouth. “Could do it all in the car. Everything but the wings.” He wiggles his defined digits to lay emphasis for his question. “Why, baby? What’s goin’ on in this head of yours? You’re running a little bit on empty tonight, huh?”

“So it’s not a big deal?”

“It’s not a big deal if what?” He waves his hand as if he’s taking a bow, awaiting your answer.

However, he doesn’t need any confirmation, your desperation, accelerated breathing, and tightening of your thigh muscles give you away. Not to mention your blown to hell pupils. He still wants to tease you a little, dangle you. You’re his best audience member, and he wants to spin you on his finger and work you to the bone until you’re begging and panting for him to hurt you a little harder. You lean into his touch — a natural instinct that runs deeper than breathing.

His cigarette stained breath is speckled with hints of cinnamon gum, his plush lips barely caressing yours, pulling them open and hovering a top his as he speaks with a fucked out rasp. He’s just as gone. His hands reach between you two and he finds your clasped hands (you didn’t realize you’d done that, nails having left marks behind in your palms), placing them onto his simple belt buckle. “What should I do with my little groupie, hmm? Make her suck me off, leave her wet all night?”

You mewl at that, suddenly finding speech capabilities. “No!”

“Or… maybe my sweetheart needs me to unzip my jeans and bend her over the dresser so I can claim that nice little pussy. Want it to sting every time you move at the bar, baby? No one will hear it when you whimper because of me.”

He’s already swelling against your palm, helping you undo his belt to release some tension and gain a bit of friction. His fingers cup your neck’s nape, draping down your back like a winding vine, tapping an invisible beat only he knows. You’re arching into him, your flimsy sweats and t-shirt too heavy and too hot. You aren’t even ready for the event tonight, but it’s a good thing. And as Eddie knees you into his bed until you’re falling back onto the mattress — you’re downright fucking grateful.

He’s your rockstar and you’re his instrument, and dammit to hell if he can’t play you to make you sing for him. The mesh is tickling the backs of your thighs, his pick chain dragging with his heaving breaths, your hands finding purchase in it to grip on every inhale. His lids are closed, a caressing explosion of red and black smudged together. His cheeks are soaked in red, mouth plump and swollen, your creamy cum soaking his chin, glistening when he’s turning his head to shimmy in a particular deep lick. His hands are squishing the doughy flesh that surrounds his head, your thighs spread wide, his curls tickling.

“Eds… oh, baby. So good with your fucking mouth.” You’re trying not to rock, to ruin his makeup completely beyond repair, but the man is just as insatiable, and you did ask for this.

His nose nudges your clit and he inhales like a fucking wild animal, nuzzling the tuft of slick curls scattered across your cunt. He could have the devil’s eyes — hell, with his caramel irises shattered to a thin ring, alike to your unraveling sanity, his pupils make him look like a beast, called upon by your heat. He blinks those wet lashes and you see his fingers travel up your cunt, spreading your labia, smearing what wetness he gathers from that — across your sternum and over your breasts, leaving a heavy handed smack to each one. His deep voice latches onto that cove that keeps you connected during this time, being so far outer limits. You already are prepared for him to motion with a hand on your neck, turning your gaze to yourself perched on his face, staring back at you from the stand alone mirror he’d gotten.

The perfect view. He’d dubbed it.

It’s a sight too erotic for you to contain the wanton cry that slithers off your scorched tongue. Your legs thump under a sporadic heat, and Eddie wiggles his fingers against your collar bone, breaking away with a string of your arousal connected to his mouth. He suckles it with an appreciative moan. “See yourself sitting on your throne, baby? This was what you wanted, what you needed, right?”

“Eddie, love you so much. I can’t —“

His fingers dip into the motions with his tongue, circling your opening before they dip inside, being sucked in with wet welcome. Your eyes close, then open with every harsh squelch that echoes in the small room. There’s a familiar twist that’s attacking your navel and you’re aware exactly what it is. You start to shake your head and rise off the stimulation. “Eds… too much, m’ gonna — and your outfit…”

He’s like a giddy boy at Christmas, a Cheshire smirk causing him to pull his ruined face from your cunt, pressing a few kisses to your thigh.

“You’re gonna…? Piss on me or squirt? Can’t say I’d mind either way.” You tighten around his fingers and bounce yourself onto the thick digits, that spongy spot ignited by the stimulation.

“I’ll ruin your shirt, maybe your pants, baby—“

God help you when you look at his loving gaze staring directly back at you. His makeup is absolutely demolished, perspiration and your essence smearing it around his cheeks. He’s shining with you, sampling your taste off his mouth. His chest is heaving wildly, breaths choppy. You can practically swallow his fucking words.

“No one’s gonna know that it’s not sweat, sweetheart. I’ll be wearing you all night.”

And he curls those gifted treasures, coaxing you forward, his tongue licking where his fingers meet, all the way to your clit, before he closes his lips around it. You come undone, that firestorm urge seizing your insides and beckoning you into oblivion. You shout his name so loudly that you’re sure everyone can hear. He presses you into him with a hard jostle, and your translucent cream spills from you, drenching your boyfriend, your thighs trembling, hands fisting into his hair. He helps you ride it through, moaning lowly as the spray floods his face, his own hips arching off the bed.

You’re still trembling when his fingers slide out of you, cum following them, stringing to Eddie’s fingers in a shimmery web, and he greedily laps you up once more, tugging you beside him with a softness that only he is capable of, rubbing your back to help calm you. You help him clean his face with your discarded shirt, his hand finding your breast and stroking absentmindedly along your nipple as if it were a chord he was playing. You sigh happily, looking at him. You’re so in love it’s disgusting.

“You’re a mess, Munson.” You find yourself giggling.

He shrugs. “Nectar of the gods, baby. Nectar of my goddess. A goddess who is gonna have to help me redo all this.” He motions to his face and you nod.

“I am your most devoted groupie, Eddie Munson.”

~*~

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thegnomelord · 9 months ago

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I already know what I wanna have tattooed and I'm hoping it doesn't go near any of my scars because I have sensitive skin especially in the scarred areas. It's supposed to be a tattoo dedicated to my father

Yeah I figured, it's just my asks tend to get kinda long because I vomit words where they don't belong (in someone's ask box instead of the many drafts I'm supposed to be posting)

Oh yeah that makes sense. I just remembered you mentioning how Hound was often put in a sort of ring to fight others and if he lost the winners got to do whatever they wanted to him, so I imagined like maybe someone SA'd Hound or whatnot and Makarov saw and thought it was a good idea (sorry if that was too like...unhinged ig?) cuz it would be a power imbalance thing.

Anyways, I'd like to join the cult but I think I'll stay out of the tank, I don't like water

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Ooh that's cool! I always love it when ppl have like sentimental tattoos because all of mine will probably end up being bc I felt like it lol.

Lol do I know the feeling about that :D word vomit in my inbox is fine dude!

Nah like, SA definitely did happen to Hound, especially at the start when it was about breaking down his spirit and because he was so weak he couldn't fight back properly. I was just hesitant to say it out right bc I was still trying to figure out if I wanted to explore that topic in my writing and a bit worried if I could write it in a way that didn't sexualize or glorify rape.

After Hound broke was when the sexual aspect of their power dynamic began, before that Makarov didn't touch him mainly because he considered Hound so below him that it was disgusting for him.

Funny enough Hound getting thrown into the fight ring as Hound is worse than when it happened when he was a sergeant, bc Makarov has conditioned him to only crave his touch and anyone else touching him feels like acid on his skin. So atop the ache of displeasing Makarov enough to throw him into the pit, he's (in hound's mind) further disobeying Makarov by being so weak that others can touch him.

Also please don't join the cult, they're trying to awaken Cthulhu my fucking ex and I'd rather not see the fucker again

#gnome's tea break #gnome correspondence #cod mw2 #x reader #good dog fic #hound-reader #🪒anon

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 9 months ago

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Eat The Acid III

Cm Punk X Fem reader (Punk is refered to as Phill)

Requested by anon

Summary: No matter how hard Y/n tries she can't seem to get Phill out of her head. Everything reminds her of him. It doesn't help that wresltmania is around the corner and her ex husnand can't seem to keep her name out of his mouth. What happens when it gets so far that the All In fottage gets releaced and Y/n is forced to relive that horible day.

Warnings: Mentions of toxic relationships, implied misscarage, depression, SH

Part 1 Part 2 Main Masterlist CM PUNK Masterlist

Inspired by: Eat The Acid by Kesha

Wrestlemania 40

No matter how hard I tried to avoid it, I always found myself stuck in the same position. Punk and I would ‘make up’ just for him to say something stupid to make me go back to hating him. When Phill got injured I hated myself for how it made me feel. I felt like he deserved it. I found it hilarious but at the same time depressing. This was karma biting him in the ass. Karma’s a bitch, he should have known better. He should have known that he coudn’t just show up in WWE 10 years after getting fired and expect to win the world title in the main event of Wrestlemania! I told myself I wound’t fall into his traps. I had to be strong, I had to learn to fight the devil. The thing about the devil is that he isn’t a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. He’s a fallen angel who used to be God’s favourite.

After the Royal Rumble, I didn’t watch any of the WWE products. I had my own things to worry about. Instead of crying myself to sleep, mourning the man I once loved I would write. Instead of bottling up my emotions, I would release them in the form of poetry. No matter how hard I tried it seemed like a part of Punk would forever be a part of me. I tried to forget, I tried to forgive but I just coudn’t. I wanted to run away, I wanted to disappear, I wanted to die. I felt sorry for myself.

I would go on walks in the park to clear my mind but all it ever did was create a dark cloud above my head. I would watch the mothers playing with their children, I saw how happy they looked. I wanted to be like them. I accepted long ago I would never get to have that. Maybe that’s the part of Phill that lived inside me. The scar on my abdomen reminded me of what we could have had.

It was no secret that Phill and I had an age gap. I was only 23 when I began going out with him. My parents didn’t approve of our relationship. Not because he was 34 and I was 23, not because he had tattoos, Phill was even straight edge. My parents just simply didn’t like him. Why? I’m not sure. He took care of me. He loved me. He taught me how to love again, something I never thought I would be able to do.

He would hold me close as he kissed my scars, telling me that he would never hurt me but when in reality he would cause me the greatest pain. He left me no choice, I hated who he had become. I handed Phill divorce papers and wondered if I was doing the right thing. Was I really willing to throw 10 years of marriage down the drain? Despite us being divorced for some time now I can't seem to get him out of my head. He won't leave me alone, claiming I need you and I do need you. I miss you, I miss your touch, I miss the way you would make me feel but you can never know that. Now I sit here admiring the fresh wound on my wrist, a wound you promised you would never cause yet you did.

I wondered what Phill would say about the person I’ve become. I know he would be disappointed in me. I had fallen back into my old habits. I had become that mentally unstable little girl he met years ago. Maybe that’s why my parents didn’t like him. Maybe they thought he was taking advantage of me. Maybe they thought he only wanted me because of my issues, how could play the hero in this story. I felt safe with him. I felt protected. But that was then, this is now. I need to be my own hero in this story. The thing about this story is that it’s not one about puppies and rainbows, this story is cold and dark, filled with horror.

It was weird seeing Phil at wrestlemania. 10 years ago at wrestlemania 30 I sat in the front row cheering on my soon to be husband. Looking back on it I was happy, I was free. There was something about being 24 with the love of your live that made you feel like you could take on the world. Now at 34 I sit watching at home, a bitter sweet taste on my tongue. This was wrong but it was also right. I was happy for him, but of course those feelings would never last. He just had to go and shit on me and my family once again. This time for absolutely no reason. Everyone had moved on, everyone was over it, or so I thought.

By now I knew whenever Phil and I were trending at the same time it was not for good reasons. I didn’t want to know why we were trending but it would help to explain why all of a sudden AEW was going to air the backstage footage from All In. I wasn’t surprised that Phill continued to shit on the company and myself. I was just tired of his games, moments like this reminded me why I coudn’t forgive him. Why I wound’t get back together with him. Wrestlemania weekend was his weekend, his time. Why did he spend it all talking about the past. It’s not like he can go back and change everything. He was just making everything worse.

When I found out the All In footage was being aired I thought it was a joke. Knowing my brothers they would say they would air the footage and the ‘aired footage’ would be the two of them backstage eating donuts with fake fighting sounds in the background. Matthew and Nicholas assured me that it was indeed the real footage that was being aired. They didn’t want to air the footage, it was Tony Khan that insisted on showing the world what really happened. I felt sick, I knew what happened that night. I yelled in the man’s face. If they wanted to paint Phil as the bad guy the should be showing the footage from the brawl out. Everyone knew that all of this would add fuel to the fire but when TK want’s something to happen it happens. Surprisingly he was the most mad about this whole situation. So here I sat in the EVP’s office, being forced to relive a day I wanted to forget forever.

This should end everything right? Now that everything is out there for the whole world to see they should know Phil was always the bad guy in this situation right? There is nothing else he can say or do to make things even worse than they already are right????

An: This wasn't originally going to have a pt 3, however I got multiple requests for a third part. Even though I left pt 3 on a Clift hanger there will be no part 4

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risetherivermoon · 10 months ago

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because i have a lot of headcanons to do with the kiddads given they are npcs that we dont tend to get much information on, especially in season 2, heres a shit load more! a lot of these are sad because these guys make me sad

- Sparrow starts wearing glasses in Middle School a little after they get back from Faerun, Terry Jr. starts wearing glasses when he gets to his 30's, and Grant started wearing glasses when he was in Elementary school

- When Nicholas starts to remember stuff from the Nick timeline, (basically 'becoming' Nicky if you will) scars he'd gotten from stuff in that timeline start showing up on his body, notably one is a burn scar on one of his hands from him spilling acid on it in s1 ep 34

- Lark has very scarred hands from when he was buried in the rubble in Neverwinter, though his mobility stayed relatively the same because of how quickly the wounds were healed, there was a lot of left behind scar tissue

- Sparrow has a scar across his mouth from when he was latched onto Boreanaz by his teeth when the pyramid fell

- Grant takes video games way too seriously and has in fact made his friends cry over it (Most specifically Sparrow and TJ)

- Terry didn't tell any of the other kiddads how he was going to die, just that he knew how

- Terry also knew Grant was going to be the one to kill him, but he never mentioned it, Grant was very confused on why all of a sudden TJ was becoming distant

- And he found out how he was going to die before he met Veronica, so when he met Scary he almost debated not marrying Veronica, not because he thought it would prevent his death but because he wanted to spare Scary of that pain

- Lark is incredibly confused like half the time (with basically anything) and to cover it up he usually acts stoic and tough

- Nicky is the type of person to do anything if someone phrases it like "bet you wont do *insert thing here*" no matter what it is

- Sparrow has a ton of tattoos that Nicky did for him

- Lark is colorblind but hasn't told anyone because he's too embarrassed to admit it

- For Grant and Marco's one year anniversary the kiddads all got them Titanic themed gifts, (Nicky got them sixteen dvd copies of the movie, they dont own a dvd player)

- Terry was Nicky's best man at his wedding, and Nicky was going to be Terry's best man but the betrayal happened before Terry even met Veronica,

- to add onto the angst none of the kiddads attended the wedding because it was after code purple and after they'd decided not to be involved in eachother's personal lives outside of D.A.D.D.I.E.S.

- to make this at least a little funny Veronica just doesn't think Terry has any friends-

- On the topic of weddings, Lark got so drunk at Sparrow's wedding that for his best man speech he just started reciting the Declaration of Independence (he opened the wrong tab on his phone and didnt notice)

- Grant has claustrophobia (from being inside the chimera)

- Lark used to be way better at pretending to be Sparrow but now he lacks too much spirit and gives up way too quickly for it to be convincing to most people

- Terry Jr. is extremely gullible and is usually the one Nicky would prank and trick the most just because literally everything works on him

- Nicky activated the sprinkler system at D.A.D.D.I.E.S. so much they took it out

- Terry used to talk to Jerry the Whale like he was his therapist

- Nicky would take a bunch of polaroids of the other kiddads all the time, he kept a photo album at his desk at D.A.D.D.I.E.S., it still sits there because none of the kiddads had the heart to clean it out

- Terry had beef with Darryl for a while as a teenager, for literally no reason (it was probably because he still had a lot of emotions and didn't no where to put them so he decided to just hate on his friend's dad)

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secretobsessionstuff · 7 months ago

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Idk if ur taking asks rn, but in the fic you posted yesterday with Jory, you mentioned that he tattooed a girl’s neck one time and he couldn’t get his stomach to settle down. maybe you could turn that into a fic 😏

Haha I totally planted that in the hopes that someone would ask about it! Anyway, a year later here's the fic.

There's kinda a surprise at the end of this, and it's not heavy on emeto, but still fun to write! Glad my brain cooperated enough.

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The first time Jory got a red tattoo, he decided—like a reckless buffoon—to get his entire back done up with inky black tendrils surrounding red eyeballs. It was from his favourite anime, depicting a character ironically called Pride. Like a prideful son of a bitch, he convinced himself that he was immune to the common side-effects of red ink.

Well, it turns out he wasn’t. Only the red parts of the tattoo remained inflamed and itchy as hell for months. The red eyeballs swelled beneath his skin, creating a monstruous image that he did not ask for, at least until the reaction calmed down. Luckily for Jory, his body adapted to the colour and eventually everything settled properly. It wasn’t so much an allergy to the red, but a temporary reaction. But those six months were hell: an apt punishment for the deadly sin.

Now, whenever he tattooed another person with red ink, he made sure that the first attempt was small. On most occasions it didn’t matter because clients came in with perfectly healed red ink from years ago. This was the case with the girl at his next session.

“You’re hundo percent sure you had no issues with red before?” he asked the girl during the consult. She wanted cherry blossoms down her neck which required all the reds, pinks, whites, and browns. He was excited about the design.

“Yes, dude, I promise. It healed perfectly,” she assured him. “I’d show you, but I’d have to take off my jeans and I—”

“I believe you,” Jory cut in. “I have an opening in two weeks.”

Two weeks later, Kaida was sat in his chair, ready to get her neck pricked by a cherry blossom. At least it wasn’t roses.

“Kaida’s a sick name. How’d you get it?” Jory asked at the beginning of the four-hour session. He was happy to have eaten a big meal before starting this. He certainly wasn’t hungry, not with food grumbling in his belly.

“It’s Japanese for ‘little dragon’. My parents wanted something different.” She had no issues talking in the beginning because the tattoo started behind her ear. The vibrations rattled her head, but it was less painful than some of her other ones.

“Love that! I’ll tattoo a little dragon for you anytime.” Jory swallowed his excitement and a hint of acid reflux. “Were you born in Japan?”

“No, but my parents were.” Kaida went on to explain her family life.

This was Jory’s favourite part about being an artist: forcing people to share their life stories while trapped in a chair and suffering mild pain. Just kidding, but he liked getting to know people. Kaida had a cool sort of confidence and chill demeanour. She reminded him of Dev, in the way she carried herself, knowing her worth.

That afternoon, it was hard to focus on his client’s chit chat because his stomach was vocal enough for the both of them. He wondered if Kaida could hear the wet sounds of digestion coming from his belly.

On top of the increasing stomach-ache, the neck was a shit place to tattoo. It looked freakin sick, but the angle was killer. Jory couldn’t find a comfortable position. The angle was wonky and made for poor lighting. He didn’t know where exactly to put his hands and he kept worrying that he was going to crush her windpipe. Dev kept a close eye on him during this session for all these reasons.

Jory’s watchful mentor was never far. Dev talked to customers as people came into the shop, but mostly they hovered around him and Kaida. They helped out by replenishing paper towel and picking up inky ones from the floor.

It didn’t take long for Dev to notice Jory’s unease. There was tension in his jaw that wasn’t normally there. His Adam’s apple bobbed excessively every few minutes. The poor guy looked pale and sweaty. They knew he wasn’t feeling the best when he started suppressing burps.

Root beer had been a bad idea before a session. The carbonation turned Jory’s stomach into a sudsy bath of sugar and grease. He felt pressure build up in his throat but didn’t want to let it out while being so close to Kaida’s face.

Whenever he reached back to fill the machine with more ink, he took longer than necessary to let out the sour belches that bubbled in his stomach. He exhaled, trying to blow the smell of his chicken sandwich away from Kaida.

With the linework done, Jory went back to behind her ear to do the shading, giving Kaida a chance to talk more freely. “What do you do for fun?” he asked her, hoping she could fill the silence and mask the sound of his nauseous tummy. Her long black hair was done up in a tight bun to keep it out of the way, but he could still smell coconut shampoo. It was only slightly assaulting to his senses.

Kaida cracked a big smile. “My girlfriend and I are learning to crochet together. I suck at it, but she’s good. I tried to make a cat and now the beast haunts her boss’s office at work.”

Jory laughed, the movement jostling his sick tummy. A burp filled his cheeks, but he swallowed it. “Hopefully she’s a vet or something and they can fix the unholy cat?”

“No!” Kaida chuckled, trying to keep still. “She works at a dietician’s office. I should have crocheted a fucking carrot instead.”

Jory had to laugh, but this time he couldn’t keep the belch from coming up. It interrupted his laugh with a wet sound that gurgled in his throat. He quickly pulled back from her face. “Jeez. Sorry, babes.”

“You good, dude?”

“Probably…” He covered his mouth with his wrist to burp again. “Frick, my stomach feels like a bubble bath.” Jory felt the blood drain from his face, his skin going grey like a colourless tattoo.

Kaida didn’t know how to act. “What does that mean?”

Dev came around the corner then. “It means he’s tapping out.” They grabbed Jory’s shoulder and told him to stand. “Come on, take off your gloves and get some air.”

“I’ll be back in a jiffy, Kaida,” Jory said, stumbling away.

Dev scoffed. “It’ll be longer than a fucking jiffy, girl. You can stand up and take a break. You sat really well by the way. Jory just doesn’t know when to stop.”

Dev led Jory outside where the brisk air brought some colour back to his features. Sadly, it didn’t fix the issue. They watched him lean over and burp up a small wave of sick onto the pavement.

The belches kept coming, forcing up pathetic amounts of frothy saliva and bile. Jory closed his eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment on Dev’s face or the chewed-up pieces of chicken on the ground. He wished Dev would go back inside, but apparently, they wanted to soak up his misery for a while longer.

When Jory’s stomach finally settled, he looked back to see Dev leaning against the wall with their arms crossed over their chest. “You better not pull this shit again, Jory. If you feel sick, you stop.”

“I’m sorry—”

“Don’t. I just need you to understand that this girl’s neck is literally on the line. Let’s ignore the fact that you could make a mistake on a very visible part of her body, but not only that—in there needs to be a perfectly clean environment.”

Dev sighed when they saw the look on Jory’s face. He got the message loud and clear. He was a dog with his tail between his legs. And he still looked fucking beat. “How are you feeling?”

Jory kept his gaze away from them. “Better.”

“Were you too embarrassed to say anything? I could have helped.”

“It just happened so fast. I thought I was fine.”

Dev pushed off against the wall and came to lay a hand on Jory’s arm. “Me and the other artists are here to help. You don’t need to convince yourself you’re fine if you’re not. I’ll finish up with Kaida.”

“What about Kaida?” Just then a shorter woman with bouncy brown hair walked up to the shop. “That’s my girlfriend. I’m here to pick her up.” This girl was all smiles and curls.”

Jory cocked his head to the side. “We need more time for Kaida’s sess.” He only hoped she wouldn’t see the puddle of sick on the floor. “Do I know you? You look mad familiar.”

“Um, I don’t know.” She gave Jory an awkward smirk. “My name is Piper. I’m an Aries.”

Dev chuckled. “Oh right, Piper the Aries. Remember, Jory?” The sarcasm might have escaped Piper, but not Jory.

He shook his head. “I guess it’s a mystery. Come on in. I’m Jory.”

“His zodiac is Idiot,” Dev chimed in.”

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thefreelanceangel · 10 months ago

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"I didn't find a free company membership or a Grand Company identification card in her belongings."

"She came in alive, that's better than most could expect. Did you trim off all the burnt hair?"

"More of it than I thought I'd need to, but it really was damaged badly. It looks like the thick fur on her tail saved her from any severe burns there, but that ear isn't looking particularly good."

"Once she's fully conscious, we'll ask about next of kin."

"Did the Maelstrom lieutenant say if anyone else survived that explosion?"

"Several, yes. They weren't as badly injured so they went to the public clinic. Check the schedule, please. I'll need to meet the ship from Sharlayan when it arrives, they have those experimental burn ointments we've been waiting for."

"Unless she wakes up, we should be fine without you for the afternoon. I can always send word to the Arcanists' Guild to see if they have anyone available, too."

"While I'm at the docks, I'll inquire about any missing persons. With that tattoo and the way her tail likely looked before the explosion, it shouldn't be too hard to identify her."

"I just want to know how she got in the hold to begin with. I used to sail, I know how heavy those doors are and how well they're locked. Maybe she's a criminal! Or a thief the Maelstrom's been trying to catch!"

"You sound far too excited by that prospect."

"...well, the last patients we had were an alchemist that dumped acid on his foot and two Maelstrom privates who got stabbed. We don't usually get anything this interesting."

#C'allie Kyho #FFXIV #Screenshots #Catte House #IC Moments

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sydcarmy-finally · 2 months ago

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Sydcarmy cam boy

It was 3 a.m. and Sydney couldn't sleep. She tried everything from deep breathing to reading a book and even though she was exhausted from her eight hour shift, her mind refused to shut down.

Syd glanced over at her laptop sitting idly on her desk, which gave her an idea.

Ever since highschool Syd had discovered she liked watching cam boys, just like cam girls but with men. Sometimes she'd see things she wasn't into but she liked the excitement of it, not knowing who was going to show up or what they were going to do. Sydney opened up an incognito tab, pulled up the cam website, and started watching with one hand between her thighs.

First one she saw was a black guy with killer abs. He was just sitting on his bed talking. Sydney watched him for a bit, then got bored and clicked 'next.' There was a guy in full leather, which she wasn't into, so she clicked 'next' again.

That's when she saw him, he's back, anyway. His muscles were wonderfully toned, slender but still well built with deliciously rippled arms. His light brown curls made her swoon, they looked so fluffy she couldn't help but imagine herself running her fingers through them. He wasn't wearing anything other than a pair of acid washed jeans.

The guy reached his hands up to the sky and leaned over to one side, showing off his gorgeously defined back muscles. Sydney felt a warmth ignite in her core and travel up to her stomach. There was something so hot about a man stretching, feeling completely relaxed, showing her everything.

"Okay, I stretched, now what do you want me to do?" the guy asked, turning around.

Huh, this guy looks a lot like Carmy, Sydney thought to herself. Then he got closer to the camera. His eyes were unmistakably blue, very blue. He had a roman nose, a set chin and high cheekbones.

"Go on, tell me."

Sydney gasped then slammed her laptop shut. The guy didn't look like Carmy. He was Carmy.

As in Carmen fucking Berzatto, her boss.

A knock on the door made Sydney's heart jump out of her chest. "Everything okay there?"

Sydney cursed under her breath, realizing she'd gasped loud enough to wake up her dad. "Yeah, I'm fine, just uh- saw a spider."

"You need me to kill it?"

Sydney hid the laptop under the covers, "no, no, I'm good, I got it."

"Okay, well, go to sleep now," her dad said.

"Right, yeah, goodnight!" Sydney called back, trying to sound natural.

Once she heard her father's footsteps regressing, she took a deep breath. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe the guy just happened to be italian with blue eyes, there were a lot of those, right? Sydney reasoned she should look at it one more time, just to check.

She gingerly opened up her laptop to see the guy wearing a blue apron and nothing else.

"So, today, we're gonna be making cavatelli," he said, picking up a piece of pasta dough, "and I know you all like watching this part…"

Sydney sat with her mouth open as she watched the mystery guy take the ball of dough and push his hand into it, then reform it and push it again. She couldn't take her eyes off his hand, thick, sturdy, soft and hard at the same time. And that's when she noticed the tattoo: a hand with a knife going through it.

Yeah, that was no mystery man, that was Carmy.

Carmy gave the dough a slap, making her jump a little bit. Carmen smiled devilishly, "I know you girls love that… or boys, or, you know, whatever you are, I don't judge."

Sydney knew it was wrong. She knew it was a complete breach of privacy to stare at her boss slut himself out in front of the camera. So why did she not want to leave? Why did she want to stay?

"Alright, so now we're gonna take our rolling pin," he said, taking a light brown rolling pin from the counter, "I got this one in Copenhagen, actually. I loved it there. That's why I started doing these, you know I… I worked at a restaurant and we didn't get paid that much, so I had to make money some other way," he chuckled, "then I, uh, I was talking to this guy who always had money. Even at the end of the month before we all got paid he was doing good. So I asked him," Carmy said, staring directly at the camera with those blue eyes that were made for the screen, "what's your secret? And he said-"

Carmy took a bowl from the counter with some olive oil in it. He stuck his index finger inside, then put it in his mouth and sucked it clean. Sydney slapped her hand over her mouth so she wouldn't wake up her dad again.

"He said 'late at night, I film myself cooking with nothing but my apron on, and I get paid,'" he said, turning back to his ball of dough, "and I said 'bullshit.' And then he showed me the website, so here I am."

He then set the butter down, took the rolling pin back up and ran his hand up and down the shaft, "so now I'm gonna use this to make this nice and flat, so we can make the little pieces and roll them up into cavatellis."

She shouldn't have said anything. She really, really shouldn't have said anything. Maybe it was the lack of sleep getting to her, maybe she was at that point in her cycle where her hormones were completely out of whack, whatever the case, she typed: what sauce are you gonna use? Into the chat and sent it.

Her chest tightened in anticipation. She watched as Carmy's eyes darted to one side.

"Well, that's a great question, one less lonely girl," he said, referring to her username, "five bucks and you get to pick."

Sydney froze. What if he could see who was sending the money? What if he traced her address? What if he fired her?

She heard a chuckle, "alright, fine, I'll cut it down to two, but just because it's you. I know what it's like to uh, feel lonely," he said, taking the camera and bringing it closer to him, "so how about I take that feeling away?"

He pointed the camera down so his body was in frame, his strong arms, threads of muscle fibers straining under his blue apron. Sydney watched, enraptured as Carmy's fingers reached for the string, ready to pull the knot apart.

"But-" he said, taking his hand away, "I'm gonna need at least five bucks if you wanna see it," he clarified.

Sydney typed before she could think, give me five seconds.

She tripled checked to make sure the website did not display her banking information and tipped him five dollars.

Her breath quickened as she watched the corners of Carmy's mouth curl up, "now that's more like it."

#sydcarmy #fanfiction #the bear

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meetinginsamarra · 7 months ago

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mayprompts2024, #31 pride

Chapters 1 to 8 here on AO3

If you like the tattoo AU give it some love on my AO3, please. It would mean a lot to me. TYSM!

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Just to give you a heads-up, this AU is not finished with today's prompt.

But it will be tomorrow!

I wrote a longer ending and I don't want to cram all of it in here today. Therefore, there will be a "mayprompt 32 determined". 😊

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White Pony Tattoo - Part Eleven (pride)

Have I ever wondered about the shop’s name?

John took his time to think about it. Answering Sherlock’s agitated question correctly was of utmost importance. Not trying to guess what Sherlock might like to hear. Sherlock would probably detect any lie in a matter of seconds anyway.

John did not want to jeopardize the trust Sherlock had shown to him so far by opening up about his troubled past. Therefore, he decided to be completely honest.

“Actually, no. I just thought it was a very catchy name and the design of the running pony was beautiful.” John admitted. “Sorry, if that’s disappointing but it’s the plain truth.”

Sherlock laughed but it was a pained and unhappy sound.

“The White Pony is street slang for cocaine, John.” Seeing the involuntary widening of John’s pupils, Sherlock carried on, his voice dripping with self-contempt.

“Yes, I’ve been a junkie. A full-blown cocaine addict at the age of 22 and when I overdosed the third time I died in the ambulance on my way to the hospital.”

Sherlock’s agitation manifested itself in restless pacing around the tattoo parlour while he talked in rapid-fire mode.

“The reason for my phoenix is not as glorious as the one for yours. It’s neither heroic nor is it noble. It’s just pathetic. The tattoo covers all of the damage the needles inflicted onto my veins but the scars are still below the ink for everyone to see if I let them. Which I don’t. My phoenix is reminding me on a daily basis that I’ve been weak and stupid.”

Sherlock stopped in front of the computer, pulling visciously at his curls and staring wildly at John.

John was baffled by the amount of self-loathing Sherlock felt. If all of the caustic derision and acidic hate in Sherlock’s rant had been directed at John, he would have dissolved into a puddle right on the spot.

Carefully, John got out of the recliner chair and walked up to Sherlock.

“How long have you been sober?” He asked calmly.

“Eleven years since my rehab following the reanimation.” Sherlock snorted. “That doesn’t change anything.”

“Sherlock, believe me, I’ve had my fair share of dealing with addiction. Not myself, but my sister has been an alcoholic since her teens.” John spoke slowly and firmly, making sure that every word found its way into Sherlock’s brain.

“She had multiple tries to get sober and been to rehab. But sadly, she never managed to stay that way. The addiction always claimed her back, sometimes it took two years, sometimes it was just two months.”

Sherlock calmed a bit. Curiously he watched John, listening intensely.

“Yes, you are an ex-junkie.” John nodded. “But the emphasis is on the ex and not on the junkie.” John stepped up very close to Sherlock and fixated him with a stern stare to really drive his point home.

It didn’t work.

Sherlock’s face became hard and in a flurry of motion he pulled the black t-shirt over his head and flung it away onto the ground.

On part of Sherlock’s chest and over his right shoulder, John saw a masterfully tattooed realistic head and neck of a pony.

“But that’s exactly it, John! The cocaine will never leave me!” Sherlock exclaimed and slowly turned so that John could see his back. It was covered with the body of a running pony.

“The White Pony is always running behind my back, following me everywhere. It looks over my shoulder, watching and waiting that I’ll cave someday and invite it back into my life.” Sherlock spat furiously.

The total lack of understanding sparked John’s ire. “You totally misunderstood what I’d meant to say. How can you be so fucking thick?”

John’s voice raised in volume. “My sister, Sherlock, she never made it. Nine months after I’ve returned to London, she died of alcohol poisoning and acute liver failure.”

John fought back the stinging sensation in his eyes.

“So don’t you dare,” John poked his index finger right into Sherlock’s chest who immediately flinched over the silent rage in John’s eyes, “to think that you’re weak. Eleven years of sobriety is a fucking long time, Sherlock.”

Another poke.

“You had to be strong to resist the siren call of substance abuse every time when life got difficult again and obstacles have turned up.” John poked the chest once again, forcefully and this time it was intended to hurt.

“You have been strong and you have achieved perfection in what you do!” A vicious double poke followed.

“You should be fucking proud of yourself, God dammit Jesus Christ holy shit!”

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tagging some people @totallysilvergirl @peageetibbs @lisbeth-kk @raina-at @calaisreno

#mayprompts2024 #my sherlock fanfic #white pony tattoo #number 31 pride #no beta we die like (wo)men

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pyramid-of-starrs · 1 year ago

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My Kinda Different

Genres: Fluff, Smut (Poorly written)

Pairing: Jongho (Non-idol) X Alt Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut, lots of fluff, I subscribe to the Jongho bear agenda hardcore on this one, switch Jongho, bratty switch reader, reader curses a lot, chocking, ass slapping, squirting, unprotected sex (Use protection and get tested pls), reader calls Jongho “Cubby” derived from the word “cub”, AFAB reader and fem pronouns and names, tried making reader racially inclusive, Cum, drug use(Ac*d mentioned once), dacryphilia (Squint and turn your head to the side) if I’m missing anything please let me know

Author notes: Go easy on me it’s my first idol fic ~_~

Word count: 4.1K (I had a lot to say lol)

Minors dni

Smut starting now:

Loud music playing from your AirPod Max headphones can be heard by everyone sitting near you on the subway. Drawing even more attention to you as if your appearance wasn't loud enough. Carefully torn fishnets paired with stacked knee high black and grey socks that slightly showed over your demonia platform boots. A rather short olive-green cargo skirt you thrifted on your way home last week that you had to get, or you would simply "die". A simple black long sleeve crop top that stops at your pierced belly button. It had a double zipper right down the middle, the zipper at the top and bottom open so the shirt only covers your chest. lots of piercings covered your pretty face of course, it’s so on brand! Double pierced nose, medusa piercing, tongue (middle and snake eye) and eyebrow. Make up very natural with heavy eyeliner and thin 90s brows. With scattered tattoos on your skin. Yeah, you were something to look at.

You sat waiting for your stop with your sketch pad. When the train finally got to your stop you hopped up so excitedly. Everyone confused on how such a dark person can have such a bubbly vibe. Little did they know that you had the best person in the world at home waiting for you. You see, today marked your 1-year anniversary with the most amazing man in the world, Mr. Choi Jongho. Let's go back a bit just to refresh your memory.

You had given up on love after your 100th failed relationship, men and women all the same you tried and tried again they just kept disappointing you. Despite your hard and rough appearance, you deserved love too dammit! Where are your flowers and chocolate? Someone to go see pierce the veil with you. Your rave partner? Even someone to drop acid with? Nope that just wasn't written in the stars for you. That is until one day you were sitting at your favorite cafe working on your art class final project. You had been there for a while. A cafe worker walked up to you handing you a cup with tea in it.

You looked up looking at her with your natural bitch face. "I didn't order anything..."

"O-oh um...I know it's just that uh- the guy over there ordered this to give to you and yeah sorry for bothering you" She sat the cup on the table and hurried back to safety behind the counter.

You rolled your eyes at the workers dramatics and looked at the guy who sent the drink to you. He sat at one of the cafes comfy seating seats with his legs crossed with his phone in one hand and drink in the other. The guy looked like your any day prude. Light brown dress shoes, dark navy-blue slacks, dark grey long sleeve sweater and a button down. He had a really handsome face you had to admit, light brown hair, round framed glasses, a natural duck lip and cute little cheeks. He reminded you of one of the squish mellows you keep on your bed. You walked over to question him bringing your stuff and the drink with you. Once you reach him, he looks up from his phone.

"Oh, come over to join me? A Girl like you I thought I would need to do a bit more convincing than that, but I love the enthusiasm to get to know each other."

You arched your brows.

"The fuck are you talking about? I'm coming over to give you your drink back. I'm not interested." you stuck your hand out with the drink in it.

"That tea is a blend that makes you energized! I know most people assume tea makes you sleepy but that won't. Seems like you were super focused over there, so I decided to order you that. Enjoy!" he smiled at you and you kind of felt your heart throb.

You snapped out of the brief trance that cute smile had on you. "Look dude-"

"Jongho."

"What?"

"My name is Jongho, and yours?"

"What the f- its Y/N and I'm not fucking interested in you or this tea so here." you sat the tea down on the coffee table in front of him as a final protest. He giggles with his cute little smile.

"You're really cute Y/N, I'm going to take you out on a date next week if your free, okay?" he looked you in your eyes, but it looked like he looked directly in your soul.

"Listen Jongho I'm going to put this in terms you'll get. Fuck off."

And from that moment on you began your journey with Jongho. He didn't heed your warning and did the opposite of fucking off and visited you at the cafe everyday buying you new teas to try. You eventually caved and went on the date and the rest was history.

Now it's been a year and you just arrived at your shared apartment. You take your time taking off your clunky Platforms and yell "Baby I'm home."

Jongho appears from the bedroom. "Well, hello beautiful." He has his arms open while walking toward you because he knows that you are going to jump into them. Of course, you do with the world’s biggest smile on your face. You wrap your arms around his neck and squeezed him "Baby I missed you so much ugh please shrink down and live in my boobs or something so I can carry you everywhere." One thing Jongho loved about you is your colorful words and saying.

"If I could you know I would my love, but for now hurry and get dressed I want to take you out." he said as you released him finally.

"Take me out where?" you said with a puzzled look on your face.

"I'm taking you to this speakeasy restaurant that goes until like 3am. They have lots of vintage art and stuff and it's low-key. You'll love it. I'm already dressed so get ready."

Now that he mentioned it you decided to step back and get a good look at him. He had on black dress pants with a black leather belt and a black shirt tucked in with thin white strips. Pairing it all together with black rounded glasses.

"Not bad right? I tried to match your vibe." He kissed on your cheek and winked at you. "Now hurry up and get ready I know you're going to take forever." He slapped you on your ass while walking away.

"Fine, but I don't have anything to wear."

"Baby girl. It's me of course I got you a little something too. Go to the room and change now please and thank you." and that you did. You opened the door to your shared bedroom and on you bed was a dark purple long silk dress with a sexy slit on the side, a brand-new pair of platform heel boots, and lots of accessories to match. Oh, you could die at how good this man treats you. So excited to try on the dress in a hurry and slip on the accessories. When you're done you look in the mirror to check yourself out. Before you could put on your shoes you notice a new plushy has entered you room. A cute bear plushy with X and O for eyes. He had a card attached to him.

"Dear Y/N,

I hope you liked the dress I got you. I'm not much for expressing my feelings well but I hope you know for someone that claims to have such a dark and gloomy energy, you really are the light of my life. Even though you've been told you're “Weird" and "too different". I hope you know you're my kinda different. I love you my sweet baby.

-Love

Your fave plushy"

Oh, you couldn't take it anymore. You loved this man too much. Tears began to fall, and you sat on the bed squeezing the plushy. Jongho walks in just in time.

"I knew you were going to take forever baby come on we have to go to beat the crowd-" He looked up from his watch to see you crying with the plushy. "Ahh, I see you found Bear-ho" he walked over and sat next to you on the bed he wiped your tears while being careful not to smear your "Black as my soul" black liner. You chuckled at the name.

"Is that what you named him?"

"Yeah, you always say these things are your kids so I figured I would get you one so we can have a kid of our own." he smiled at you with the warmest and most endearing smile you think anyone has ever smiled.

"Aww cubby (A nickname you made because he reminds you of a bear) I love this so much how did I ever get this lucky." You leaned in to hug him. You used all your strength to push him down while you hugged him. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me Y/N, please always remember that." He looks you in the eyes and gives you a light peck. "You know in this dress you really look like a vampire queen."

"And you still look like a prude." you pecked his lips back.

"Hey! I like to think that I look very sexy today." he protested.

"Prudes are sexy too baby." You couldn't help yourself and dove back in for another kiss. This time it was more than just a peck. This kiss had love and passion in it. He wrapped his hands around your back to deepen the kiss. You decided to invite your tongue into his mouth, your two tongues now dancing with each other. He was the first one to break the kiss as you made a pouty noise in disappointment.

"Come on baby we have to go if we don't want to be in a huge crowd." He said while he grabbed your chin to make direct eye contact. He knew you; he knew you lost focus of the task at hand but that's why you two work so well. A Ying and Yang relationship, you're chaos and he enjoys it and keeps you in control. When you rage, he calls you cute and pinches your cheeks, when you're moody he gives you lots of cuddles and hugs and when your love for your sweet boyfriend makes you hornier than a sailor that just saw a woman for the first time in a year, he keeps you stable enough to still finish your plans for the day. However, this time may be a bit different. This time he can't control you. You needed him and you need him now and he knew better than anyone that you always get what you want. He knew that because he is the one that always gives it.

"I know but like fuck that place and fuck that crowd. I need to fuck you like right now." You fully climbed on top of him, hiking up your dress to sit comfortably while you place your other leg across him so you could sit on his crotch. You leaned back over him and begin placing hot open mouth kisses on his neck. He sighs while he places both his hands on each side of your ass. He knew if he would continue protesting it would fall on deaf ears.

"You liked your gift that much baby girl?" he started to snake his hands under your dress as he gripped your bare ass and thighs.

"Yes, I did Cubby" you continue the assault on his neck but this time being sure to lick from the middle of the neck to his ears. He lightly groaned, he’s very sensitive there, you wanted to try your best to have full control of the situation. You wanted to show him how much you appreciated him.

"My little Cubby is so sensitive let’s see what else I can lick." you lifted his shirt and started to kiss down his body leaving traces of your black liner and gloss lip combo (Well what was left of it at least). When you got to his chest you stopped at his nipples. "Hmm what about here. "Baby..." before he could say more you lightly licked his left nipple while you brushed the right one very gently with your thumb. He tensed up and made a cute little moan.

"Does my baby have little sensitive nipples? Do you like this Cubby?" You continued to lick and rub them and even added a little sucking action to really turn him on. He bit back his moans not wanting to admit that this felt so good.

"Baby don't hold back I wanna hear you moan too~ I guess I'll just have to stop and leave you like this." his little spoiled baby what was he going to do with you. I guess he had to show you who is really in control here. He gripped you on both sides of your hips and softly tossed you to the side of him.

"Baby why do I always have to show you your place?"

"Because you like doing it and I like annoying you duh!" You loved pushing Jonghos buttons. He is such a prim and proper guy that when he gets out of character it makes you so wet you could practically feel your heat begin to leak. You laid flat on your back and he leaned over you to kiss you deeply again. He kissed you sternly like he was trying to prove a point. While your mouths were entangled with each other his hands moved back under your new dress. He found his way to your clothed core. You had on a lace black butterfly thong you wanted to show off to him later when you got back but plans changed. He feverishly rubbed your pussy over your panties to tease you. You interrupted your kiss with little whimpers and moans.

He moved his fingers up and rubbed your throbbing clit. rubbing small circles on the bulb of nerves. Your moans raised from a soft whisper to a full moan.

"Cubby, I need you."

"How bad do you want my fingers my love?" he continued his devilish little games and picked up the pace on your clit.

"I want them so bad Cubby please finger fuck me already." you said between moans.

"Hey!" He stopped and grabbed your panties from the front and pulled them up. The thong bunched up and squeezed around your clit. You yelped "Watch your mouth, you’re lucky it's a special day and I still want us to make it out or I would stuff that mouth full."

"Oh, fuck you I'll say what I want." As you finished your sentence you felt your pussy clench around the abrupt two fingers that just entered it. You gasped and threw your head back.

"Fuck Cubby."

"Such a pretty face with such a dirty little mouth how tragic." he began to pump the two fingers into your soaking heat. The beautiful sounds of your pussy squelching filled the room.

"Oh, do you hear how wet you are for this prude? Your pussy doesn't think I'm some boring guy."

Teasing you and talking you through an amazing orgasm is 2 things this man specialized in.

“Oh, my fucking God baby please I need to cum so bad.” You started to want him more and more, you needed to touch him to feel grounded. You reach your arms out asking to be held. He didn’t stop his increasing pace in your core, but he did lean down so you could squeeze him tightly.

“My sweet baby, always so mean and cold to everyone but a messy bratty slut for me.” He said sensational in your ear.

He removed his fingers from your wet hole and rubbed on your sensitive clit. You moaned while babbling incoherently. Jongho knows how to make even the simplest sex acts feel even better because he knows what will set you off.

“I’m-I’m so close Cubby.” A stuttering mess all for this man.

He kissed your neck and moved down to your chest. The dress had a ruched top on it which gave him easy access for him to take your chest out, but he wanted to put you to work.

“Pull your pretty tits out for me baby and put them on my tongue.” he stuck his tongue out and you did exactly that. You took out both your pierced boobs and squeezed them together on the sides then perfectly placed both nipples on to his stuck-out tongue. He sucked and swirled both the nipples around in his mouth drooling and getting spit on your dress top. He briefly released them to say:

“I see you are wearing the new bar set I got you, good girl showing off everything I buy for you.” You complained to him that your current nipple rings were boring so being the loving boyfriend he is he bought you a new set. They were silver bars with cute bear heads on each side.

“Has anyone else seen these besides me pretty girl?”

“No Cubby just you and only you.”

“Good baby” He inserted 3 of his fingers into you pulsing heat. Scissoring them in and out while making the “Come here” motion. He licked your nipples and started to alternate between licking and sucking them. You felt your brain stop functioning. This moment was so intense even Jongho started to rut against you.

“I’m about to fucking cum Cubby Ah- “

The knot in your stomach snapped and you felt the rushing sensation ooze out of you. You became a moaning mess, and it made you need him more, your pussy still yearning for his dick in you.

“More please baby, I need you in me now.”

He sighed while getting up to remove his glasses and undo his belt. You took that as your sign to remove your dress, but he stuck his hand pout to stop you.

“Keep it on my love, we still need to go out.” He didn’t want to admit that he really just wanted to fuck you good in that dress because you just look good enough to eat, but maybe he’ll eat you out until you were begging him to stop later. For now, he wanted to fuck you just as bad. You pulled off your wet thong and Jongho pulled his pants and underwear down revealing his hardened cock. He was about 6 inches long with a good amount of girth, his dick was a pretty light brown with a pink tip that matched the natural color of his lips. Jongho sat down on the bed still sitting up his pants and underwear pooling at his ankles showing the tops of his black trouser socks. Jonghos all black outfit was his attempt to match your aesthetic poor baby is so old fashioned he thinks being alt is just wearing all black but his attempts to make you happy makes you love him even more. He patted his thighs signaling you to climb over on top of him. You hiked your dress back up and spread your legs through the slit to place one leg on each side of him as you hovered over his length.

You placed both your hands on his shoulders and began to sink down on his dick slowly to adjust to his size. Little moans falling from your lips once his entire rod was inside you made a “mm mm” sounds and slowly bobbed up and down. Your clit still ringing and over stimulated from your last orgasm you started to rock to make even more friction you had your head down to watch it all happen in real time.

Jongho watched you as you struggled to stay sane, he loved watching his dick turn your brains to mush. He wanted to drive you even crazier. He grabbed your neck and gently pulled you in for a hot and deep kiss. He squeezed your neck softly as the veins in his arms started to bulge out. You sped up your rocking pace moaning into his mouth. He fell back bringing you with him. He placed his other hand under your dress moved it up to reveal your tattooed ass. You had a small bear outline on your butt cheek (You are down BAD for this man), you remember coming home and showing him and he giggled and told you you didn’t need to do that.

“It’s so when we go swimming and shit people know who this ass belongs too.”

“Okay Y/N” He kissed you on your cheek and fucked you senseless that night too.

He fully gripped your ass and lifted his hand to come back down and strike your ass. You moaned more into his mouth as he did it again and again, the final strike you sat up and gripped both his shoulders as you dug your acrylics into him. Your mind was on nothing but fucking him. You started to bounce on his dick with dedication to cumming. His hand stayed around your throat, but he moved his other hand from your ass to your clit to rub circles onto. At that moment you became dick-notized, fully drunk off of the pure ecstasy he made you feel. He bucked his hips to meet your bouncing and pushed his dick even deeper into your cunt. Only whimpers falling from his lips while you had plenty to say.

“Oh, my fucking God Cubby please keep fucking me SHIT I’m about to fucking cum baby.” Tears started to sit at the edge of your eyes because the sensation was just that strong.

“Baby please cum inside me please cum with me and shoot inside me please please please” All you could do was beg at this point as you continued to ride his dick like her was your stead and you were a lone cowgirl in a western movie.

“My sweet baby have I ever told you no? Be good for me and lets cum together.” He said still choking you lightly and rubbing your clit more. Losing yourself in his touch you climax was reaching the very top of the hill.

“Cum for me beautiful, cum all over your Cubby.” Staggered yes’s is all you could say as your orgasm hit you like a truck. It felt like someone turned the faucet on and left it running. You squeezed your eyes shut and when you finally come to your senses you realized you had squirted on Jongho as he blew his load into your dripping wet core. His legs and pants now wet and all you could do is drop down on top of him, sweaty and exhausted. The room was humid and Jongho rubbed your back a few times before bushing you off to the side of him. You groaned as he moved you because his now soft rod fell out of you while the rest of your joined together cum spilled out of you. He removed his shoes and pants and pulled up his wet underwear and walked off. You couldn’t see him anymore, your eyes feeling like they weight 5 tons as you fought to stay awake. You heard the bathroom sink turn on for a minute then back off. Jongho reentered the room, and you felt the bed weigh down behind you. He reached over you, warm towel in hand and wiped around your area then wiped out the remaining cum that sat on the surface.

“Get up so you can get yourself ready and changed baby.” He said when he was done.

“Mmm”

“Y/N”

“I just wanna sleeeeep.” You shook your head no.

“Y/N at least get up to pee and change. Your dress isn’t in the best shape.”

You opened your eyes and looked down, your dress had all kinds of stains and spots from your love making. You rolled your eyes and got up. You walked to the bathroom to pee and remove the dress. You were fully naked when you came back as you bushed your hair into a quick ponytail. Unphased and use to your barbaric ways Jongho handed you an all-black dress from the dresser.

“Here put this on so we can go.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Why Y/N, what is it now.”

“Let's just stay home tonight and cuddle and watch movies. We can order food and-.”

“Alright alright put on your Pajamas and I’ll order take out.”

You raised your hands. “Yay!” you ran over and jumped on top of him.

“Clothes Y/N! Clothes”

#jongho smut #choi jongho smut #ateez smut #jongho x reader #alt reader #writenbypyramidofstars

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p0s3idonn · 4 months ago

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Introducing my guy! He's not new, I've had him for quite a few months but I thought I'd share him!

His names Eltohn [as in elton John of course, got to keep up the theme] and he's a bit older than kars like the grandpa of the group.

His reason for joining esi and kars was that firstly, he found it pretty stupid to not want to be able to walk in the sun as kars wanted, because why should humans as the lesser forms be able to do so but not them? And secondly he didn't exactly want to die

While there was some mistrust between the two and their sudden addition for a while, its easier raising children with 3 sets of hands rather than 2 so a lot of trust was established there.

He was a hunter while in the pillar community and helped out a lot during wham and tana's younger years teaching them some life skills such as hunting and how to make simple weaponry like spears or bows.

Eltohn's mode is of acid. He can spit out highly corrosive acid through his skin which will burn through enemies very effectively and viciously. If a non-hamon user touches him and he's actively in his mode, they'll feel the nice burn of their hand melting off!

His wedding ring antidote is on his eyebrow, and he has an arrow shaped pillar birthmark on his face

His favourite of all the pillarmen is actually Santana! He loves bullying him, in that uncle/annoying older brother way. Santana's so fed up of him and when he was younger retaliated by biting eltohns ankles or arm and not letting go like some feral dog and is part of the reason why santana's so different from his brother in terms of attitude and manners...he hasn't exactly had a good influence lol

Live young tana reaction upon hearing uncle's back from his scouting mission. [Ankle tripping and bullying ahead]

I'm thinking of giving him some tattoos! He feels a bit bare. He's a fan of extravagant detailed fabrics and jewelery, [which can be seen in his fullbody] and finds he enjoys carving bracelets in his free time using wood or stone. He's OK with Kars and shares his more arrogant view of humanity compared to Esidisi or Wham, opting to think their species is far superior and should be shown respect as such. The two find they can appreciate things such as craftsmanship and a strong will. Esidisi and Eltohn will get along, but when Eltohn first joined them Esi was very suspicious of him and definitely wasn't happy about all the intrigue kars had in him at first as to why he would also betray their kind to join them. [Esi just wants all Kars' attention as such a loyal partner, and definitely didnt pout until Kars asked him what was wrong.]

I did have a coloured version for him but I find I don't really care for it much anymore and will do a redo sometime!

I'm still trying to think through where I'd like to place him in a timeline and either have him die before the events of battle tendency to show the threat of hamon users, [because I find it crazy how apparently they got tired from defeating a whole clan of them and that's why they went to sleep and lost nobody but then caesar does so much damage to Wamuu and Joseph well..Joseph all but exterminated an extremely endangered species.] Or have him inserted somewhere into jjba's canon timeline.

#kars #pillar men #esidisi #pillarmen #pillarman oc #pillar man #my boy my boy #Eltohnjjba

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febreze-bottle-without-febreze · 2 years ago

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Tank/Darlin and Asher headcanons

I was going to post some ansty headcanons but I've had a change of heart after rewatching the Asher and Darlin video [Darlin They/he/it]

TW: cursing

Asher and Tank have four matching piercings

when Tank and Ash were in middle school they got suspended for starting a food fight the only reason they got caught was cause they started throwing food at people in class

These two are the reason Marie has grey hairs

every time these two hangout they make these drinks that taste like how you imagine battery acid to taste like and they'll chug it like it's nothing

Tank and Ash were in a band all throw high school

Tank did all of Ash's tattoos and piercings

they like watching people argue in public, they bring popcorn and everything

you can't leave these two alone together for too long you have to check on them once in a while, cause these two will start sharing brain cells and usually nothing good comes out of these two sharing brain cells

Tank: ya think I could build a sword

Ash: what?

Tank: I mean I know how to weld and I've built things out of metal before so how hard can it be

Ash: have you tried it before?

Tank: nope *long pause* yo ash want to help me build a sword

Ash: sure!

these two love dragging their mates into their dumb ideas

someone could be taking a cute picture and you look in the back to see Tank looking like something from hell, there's a pic of Baabe and Asher kissing, and right behind them is Tank with one glowing red eye setting something on fire with the biggest smile on his face

Wall Tank was in Washington Asher kept them up with the pack drama

Tank has nicknames for everyone in the Shaw and Keaton pack, Ash's is masher, no one really knows why out of any nickname Tank chose masher

Arden "ay Tank, I been meaning to ask why do you call ash masher"

Tank "do you remember that time when we were in college and someone dared ash to eat a dozen donuts at once so he mashed all the donuts together into some type of sandwich that was the size of a burger and it looked like he unhinged his jaw-like a fucking snake then preceded to eat the donut sandwich whole, no you don't cause I do." *stares into Arden's soul*

Ash, Tank, and Chrissy used to be a trio before ash became pack beta but Christain got kicked for obvious reasons

Christain may be Tank's friend but that didn't stop Tank from almost stumping his chest in for disrespecting ash

Tank had the biggest crush on Asher's mom when growing up and ash couldn't stand it

Asher was the only one who Tank really talk to well they were in Washington but they would text him the most random and out-of-pocket things

Tank: yo some asshole just ripped out my eye 😡

[m]Asher: which one, your good or bad eye?

Tank: wowww not even going to ask me if am okay if you really want to know it was my bad eye😒 *sends a pic of their eye*

[m]Asher: ewww🤢 have you tried putting it back in?

Tank: that's not how it works dumbass

[m]Asher: you don't know that

Tank: it didn't work.

Tank has been struck by lightning more than once and Ash has been there to witness it each time

#redacted asher #redacted tank #redacted darlin #redacted shaw pack #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted hc #redacted headcanons

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tinyhuman826 · 1 year ago

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Pokemon Ultra Sun/Ultra Moon - Plumeria Headcanons (General)

I'm back with my fav emo girl Plumeria!!

Guzma and the rest of Team Skull call her Plumes. She pretends to hate it.

Her hair is seriously fried from the amount of times she's dyed it but that won't stop her

She's probably the only one that can cook a decent meal

She is more Bratz than Barbie (please know what I'm taking abt here..)

She has the team skull logo tattooed on her lower stomach AGHHDHBNODFKJIDH

ABS ABS ABS SHE HAS ABS FOR DAYS

Lowkey tried to force Guzma to get a job numerous times

...Did someone say Fall Out Boy and Evanescence?

Feel like she'd like Bullet for my Valentine as well (this is totally me just projecting cuz I love that band so much)

When she was in middle school she had an Imagine Dragons and Gacha phase... she used to cry to those Devils Don't Fly GLMVs

Until she got bullied out of it lmao

I think she and Guzma have done that battery acid Tiktok thing at least once. Guzma almost cried and she still makes fun of him for it

She's lowkey a pookie bear but she will deny it if anyone tries to point it out

#headcanon #pokemon #guzma pokemon #plumeria #pokemon sun and moon #pkmn #pokemon usum #plumeria pokemon

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riveramorylunar · 2 years ago

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Pairings: Joker Maria Hill x Psychiatrist/Harley Quinn Reader, Joker Natasha Romanoff x Psychiatrist/Harley Quinn Reader, Joker Maria Hill x Joker Natasha Romanoff, Joker Blackhill x Psychiatrist/Harley Quinn Reader & Chato Santana(El Daiblo) x Adopted Sister Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Knives, Guns, Other Weapons, Blood, Psychotic Behavior, Murders, Killing, Scars, Height Difference, Age Difference, Acid, Asylum, Violence, Fire, Explosions, Smoking, Alcohol Consumption, Motorcycle Crash, Chaotic Love, Theft, Arson & City on fire

Pet Names/Nicknames: Doll, Darlin, Pretty Girl, Peach, Doll-face & Mar

Word Count: 2,736

They were the kings and queen of Gotham. If anyone disrespected their queen they'd be dead. They were the perfect chaotic couple.

Y/N was a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. She was the best one there. She was assigned to the clowns themselves. Psychotic people who loved to kill and explode things up. Sometimes even make jokes at inappropriate times. They had scars on both of their faces on the sides of their mouths. One had red hair and emerald green eyes while the other had Black hair and brown eyes. They had many tattoos most of them were matching tattoos. They both had snake bite piercings while the black haired one had a double eyebrow piercing. Their real names were Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill. Maria was more crazy than Natasha so she had to be locked up in a cushioned room so she wouldn't hurt herself or anyone else.

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"Well aren't you looking cute today doll" Natasha said as she watched Y/N walk in. "Hello Natasha" Y/N said as she sat down across from Natasha. When Y/N looked up she already saw Natasha looking at her with a smile. "Do you need anything before we get started today" Y/N said as she looked back down at her clipboard. "A gun" Natasha stated causing Y/N to look up. As the two looked at each other Y/N started falling even more in love with the woman sitting in front of her. "Come on can't you do this one little thing for me no one will know it was you" Natasha said and Y/N frowned before she looked away. "Please it's just a simple request do it for me please" Natasha begged and Y/N looked back up before looking straight into Natasha's eyes.

Gunfire was heard all over the asylum. The guards were all dead as most of the patients were free. Some of the nurses and doctors were dead or tied up. "Natasha where are we going" Y/N said as she was getting dragged by Natasha. "Underground to get someone" She said and Y/N's eyes widened in shock immediately knowing who Natasha was talking about. Before Y/N could get a word out Natasha shoved her against the wall before grabbing her by the neck. "I know what you're gonna say and I don't give a shit about it she's my girlfriend I don't care if she's crazier than me" Natasha growled out before letting go of Y/N's neck. Y/N coughed as she grabbed her neck. "Now unlocked the damn door I don't have all day darlin" Natasha said and Y/N grabbed her card before swiping the scanner. The door to the underground floor opened and the two made their way down the long flight of stairs.

They got to the bottom of the stairs and started walking through the long hall that had metal doors on each side. Y/N jumped when one of the patients banged their hands against their door. Natasha smirked at that before grabbing her by the wrist. "Come on" Natasha said as she pulled Y/N with her until they reached the end. Natasha stopped in front of the last metal door and peaked through the bar window. "Hey Mar I'm here to break you out" Natasha said and Y/N heard rustling before someone appeared on the other side of the door. "Tasha how did you get free" Maria said and Natasha stepped aside before shoving Y/N forward. "I had a little help" Natasha said before chuckling. Maria chuckled as well before she looked Y/N straight in the eyes. "Unlock the door" Natasha demanded and Y/N looked up at her with a glare. "I don't have to do what you say" Y/N said and Natasha cackled before her eyes darkened. "Would you rather me kill you instead" Natasha asked and Y/N clenched her jaw before swiping her key card in the scanner. As the door unlocked it was slid open harshly causing Y/N to jump back. Natasha's gun clattered to the ground as she was pulled into Maria's arms. Y/N watched as the two kissed. She looked away as her face flushed.

Natasha was the first to pull away before looking over at Y/N. "You should leave this place so the others don't know you helped us" Natasha said and Maria scoffed. "Why do you care if she gets caught" Maria said looking at her redheaded girlfriend. "Because I like her that's why" Natasha said and Maria rolled her eyes before bending down and picking the gun up. She grabbed Natasha by the hand before walking past Y/N. Maria stopped when they were a couple feet away. "Aren't you coming Doctor" Maria said causing Y/N to rush up to them. Natasha smiled before turning back around. Maria leaned in and whispered something in Natasha's ear causing Natasha to clench her jaw tightly.

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"Chato I did something terrible and I don't know what to do" Y/N said as she walked into the kitchen of her house. Chato looked up to see his adopted younger sister on the verge of panicking. "What happened" he said as he stood up before walking over to Y/N. "I helped the two most crazy villains escape and I don't know what to do now" Y/N said as her hands started shaking. Chato stood there frozen for awhile until he snapped out of it. "Why would you do something like that Y/N" He said sternly and Y/N looked up at him. "I- I don't know something in me just wanted to help them" Y/N stuttered out. Chato stayed silent as he sat down in his chair. Y/N watched as her older brother rubbed his face while sighing.

"Do you love them" Chato said after a while. He looked up at Y/N who was looking at him with wide eyes now. "What no are you crazy, what made you think that" Y/N slightly shouted out. "Did they force you to help them escape" he asked as he stood up from his chair. "N-no they didn't force me to do anything" Y/N stuttered out. "Answer this question then. Did you help them because you're in love with them and wanted to make them happy" he asked and Y/N lowered her head while biting down on her cheek. "You do don't you" Chato asked and Y/N took a minute before nodding her head. Chato sighed before standing up and resting his hands on Y/N's shoulders.

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Y/N was racing through traffic on her brother's motorcycle trying to catch up to the car that had the two Jokers in it. She sped past them before swerving and crashing the motorcycle. She got up from the ground and stood frozen in place. Maria saw and slammed on the brake right in front of Y/N. Maria got out and slammed her door shut as cars went in the other lane honking. "What the hell is wrong with you" Maria shouted as Natasha got out of the passenger seat. "Y/N what are you doing get out of our way" Natasha said and Y/N clenched her fists together. "I'm not moving" Y/N said and Maria smirked before she walked back to her car. "Maria don't" Natasha said causing Maria to stop. "Why she's not going to move like she said" Maria growled out and Natasha ignored her as she walked up to Y/N. Natasha grabbed Y/N's wrists tightly before yanking her forward. "What do you want. Money? Weapons? Cars? Clothes?" Natasha asked and Y/N looked up into Natasha's eyes.

"I want to join you guys" Y/N said as she pulled on her wrists to try and get free from Natasha's grip. Maria froze as she looked at Natasha. Natasha froze as well as she just stared down at Y/N. After a couple seconds Natasha's eyes darkened before she smirked. "Would you do anything for us" Natasha said causing Maria to snap out of it. "Yes" Y/N muttered out and Maria had a slight smirk on her face. "I'd do anything for you even if it means I have to kill someone" Y/N said and Maria barked out a laugh as she walked up to her. Y/N looked over to see Maria smirking wickedly. "Is that so" Maria said and Y/N nodded her head. Maria walked around Y/N before leaning down. "You want to rule Gotham city with us" Maria purred into Y/N's ear causing Y/N to shiver. "Yes" Y/N said and Maria smirked before looking at Natasha who looked back at her. "Well then you have to do a couple things for us if you want to rule beside us" Natasha said before dropping her hands from around Y/N's wrists. "And what would that be" Y/N asked. "Well tell you soon enough Peach" Maria said before walking past Y/N.

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"WHY AM I NOT ALLOWED TO JOIN YOU YET I'VE DONE EVERYTHING YOU'VE ASKED ME TO IN THE PAST MONTHS" Y/N shouted, her voice echoing through the chemical factory the three were in. Natasha and Maria were standing in front of her a couple feet away. Natasha rolled her eyes as she shoved her hands into her pockets and looked away. Maria chuckled before it turned into a light that made Y/N's skin crawl. "Did you really think it would be that easy Doll-face" Maria said after her laughing episode stopped. She took out her blue knife and walked up to Y/N. Maria grabbed Y/N's jaw tightly and made Y/N look directly into her eyes. "All that needs to be done is cut your pretty little face up to look like ours" Maria said before smirking as she pressed the tip of her knife against the side of Y/N's mouth. Y/N's eyes widened in shock as she grabbed Maria's wrists. "Maria stop it" Natasha finally said and Maria chuckled slightly before pulling the knife back. Maria pushed up her rimless glasses before gripping Y/N's jaw tightly.

"Would you die for us" Maria said and Y/N looked at Natasha before looking back at Maria. "Yes" Y/N said without hesitation. Maria's eyes darkened "would you live for us" she asked and Y/N said yes again. "Careful Doll-face" Maria said as she covered Y/N's mouth before leaning in. Do not say this oath thoughtlessly. Desire becomes Surrender. Surrender Becomes Power" Maria purred the last word out before letting go. Natasha looked over to see the two staring at each other. "Do you want this" Natasha spoke and Y/N looked over at her before nodding her head and said I do.

Maria and Natasha looked at each other before looking back over to where Y/N was to see her falling backwards. They both heard a splash as they walked over to the edge. Natasha stood there as Maria started walking away. Natasha looked over at her girlfriend to see her groan before taking her glasses off and her tailcoat. She dropped them to the ground before walking to the edge and jumping down. Natasha smirked as she stepped a few feet away from the edge. "I knew you liked her Mar" Natasha whispered. Maria emerged from the acid holding Y/N in her arms. She leaned down kissing Y/N on the lips causing Y/N's eyes to snap open. She wrapped her arms around Maria's shoulders as the kiss deepened. Maria pulled back and smiled down at Y/N. "Let's set the world on fire" Maria muttered out and Y/N pulled Maria back down into a kiss.

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Chato had joined the trio not long after Y/N became the queen of Gotham. They were the perfect villain squad. They set fire to everything that was in their way. They burned cities and towns down with the help of Chato's powers. Y/N was known as the doctor who fell in love with the Jokers and became their partner in crime. They did everything together. Some people might say that they were the best Chaotic couple and to be honest they were.

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The four of them were in the villain club on the edge of Gotham city laughing and dancing. Chato was off flirting with a girl of course. Maria wrapped her arm around Y/N pulling her back flush against her as she leaned down. She took the cigarette out of her mouth before kissing Y/N on the lips. Y/N wrapped her arm around Maria's neck as Natasha walked up to the two. She took the cigarette out of Maria's fingers causing the black haired woman to look at her. She smiled into the kiss as she watched Natasha take a drag of it before dropping it to the ground and stepping on it. Maria pulled away before grabbing the class Natasha had. She downed the drink before groaning as it traveled down her throat. "Having fun doll" Natasha purred out as she was standing in front of Y/N now. Y/N looked up with a slightly blurry vision before she smiled. "Yeah" Y/N muttered out and Natasha leaned in and whispered into her ear. "Why don't we get out of here and steal some stuff and maybe set some stuff on fire" Natasha purred out causing Y/N to shiver before nodding her head. Natasha pulled back with a smirk as her eyes darkened. She grabbed Y/N's hand before dragging her through the crowd with Maria behind them.

They walked through the doors of a jewelry store, Natasha and Maria pulling out their guns as Y/N dragged her bat behind her. "Everyone get out" Natasha shouted and everyone screamed before running out. Maria tripped one of the people causing them to fall to the ground face first. Y/N started laughing first as she leaned down with her head tilted. "You should really watch where you're going or I won't hesitate to bash your head in with my bat kay mr" Y/N said and the man scrambled up before dashing off. The three walked up and looked at the person that was behind the counter. "What's the most expensive Ruby and Sapphire thing you have" Natasha said as she laid her gun down on the glass counter with the barrel pointed towards the seller. "Oh uh that'd 4 grand 2 grand each" the seller said and Maria started laughing. "We don't want to know the price, hand them over or we'll kill you" Natasha said and the seller gulped before rushing off.

When the seller disappeared Maria smashed the top of the glass counter and grabbed a handful of jewelry. She put it in the bag she had. The seller came running back out holding the pieces of jewelry. "Uh here you go" she said and Natasha snatched the two jewelry pieces before Maria shot the woman in the head. "Let's go" Natasha said as she grabbed Y/N's hand before making a run for it right as they heard police sirens blaring down the street. The three ran through an alleyway before stopping. "Hold on Y/N" Natasha said as she turned around. Maria grabbed the ruby necklace and put it around Y/N's neck as Natasha clasped the sapphire bracelet around Y/N right wrist.

"Beautiful" Natasha muttered out before kissing Y/N on the lips. "Now let's go set fire pretty girl" Natasha said after pulling away and the other two smiled.

They had set fire to three different buildings while laughing in Gotham before running off. As most of the firefighters and police were busy the three had their fun. They were on a rooftop on one of the tallest buildings. Maria grabbed Y/N by the waist pulling her close before kissing her. As the two were kissing Natasha walked over and wrapped her arms around Y/N from behind before kissing her neck. "Nothing will ever stop us from being the kings and queen of Gotham city" Natasha muttered out as she grabbed onto Maria's free hand. "Nothing will" Natasha said again as Maria and Natasha looked at each other.

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