#i dont drink whiskey straight what do i look like??

[lavenoon]

@naffeclipse hairdresser misunderstood me and now I'm being plagued by the Thoughts™

*self insert Aster is not a girl (he/she) og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

[suugarbabe]

HI! i saw that your requests are open?

could i request fic where y/n is drunk at a party and mattheo(her enemy) is just silently watching over her? and then maybe she gets ontop of a table and starts dancing and like after a while mattheo js like “nope thags too much lets go” and drags her to his room and maybe things get a lil spicy with reader confessing and saying how much she hates him to the point hes the only person she can think about. maybe something like “i hate you so much i wish you weren’t so beautiful, because maybe then i wouldnt be inlove with you”??

you dont have to write this if youre not comfy with it🫶🏼🫶🏼

mwuah mwuah much love!

🦈

anon

yes yes yes yes yes yes yes thaaaaank you

it's a party, you're having fun, you don't give a fuck about anything or anyone else, and that has nothing to do with your sour mood from five hours earlier.

So you down your drinks like you've been walking through the desert, fire whiskey after fire whiskey until you feel nothing but the music around you and the taste of cinnamon on your throat.

Mattheo see's you get wobblier as the night goes on, every fire whiskey you grab he gets more and more angry with anyone that even looks at you, which he would never admit, because he hates you and you hate him.

But when he sees you climb up on one of the tables, your skirt riding up and leaving little to the imagination he pushes himself off the wall, long strides getting him to you in less than twenty seconds.

You're so drunk it takes you a second to notice that you've not only been pulled from the table but also thrown over somebody's shoulder. You pound on his back, shouting to let you down and that they're ruining your fun.

"You've had enough fun for everyone at the party, princesa."

The nickname helps with your recognition just in time for Mattheo to place you down in front of him before he sits on the edge of his bed.

You crossed your arms, swaying a little as you pout at him, "W-what exactly do you think you're doing, Riddle?" You tried your best not to slurr, but it was a losing game.

Mattheo leaned back on his hands, "I saved you from embarrassing yourself, you'll thank me in the morning." The smirk he was wearing made you roll your eyes.

Your drunken state made you walk closer to him, standing right between him legs. You grabbed on to one of his thighs for stability, using your hand to point at him, "I hate you Mattheo Riddle."

His face was unchanging and you felt the need to go on, "I hate you, you big beautiful dumb idiot boy." Matteo quirked an eyebrow, mouth slightly agape with his smirk now.

"What did you just say, love?" You grabbed on to his thigh again, this time Mattheo grabbed hold of your waist to help stabilize you. "I saaaiiiddd...I wiiish that you weren't so bloody beautiful."

Mattheo couldn't help but chuckle, "I'm beautiful huh? Well you're one to talk, princesa."

You shook your head. "N-no," you placed a finger over his lips and he couldn't contain the smile that spread across them as you continued, "don't look at me with your dreamy eyes, call me that special nickname and make me fall more in love with you."

If you were more sober you'd regret the confession you'd just made. But instead you just pouted, mad at Mattheo for making you feel the way you did. You fully anticipated him to laugh, to make fun of you for what you just said, but instead you saw a softness in his eyes.

"Say it again."

Your head titled in confusion at his words.

"Tell me what you just said again," he repeated himself with more clear instructions.

You stood there, no longer wobbly due to Matteo's hold, but definitely sobering up the longer you've been talking. Your cheeks were beat red, whether that was from the alcohol or your confession was unclear, but regardless you did your best to stand up taller, look him straight into his deep brown eyes.

"I'm in love with you."

His lips were on yours as soon as you finished your last word, hot and heavy and messy. You're clawing at his shirt and you climb onto his lap, his hands squeezing and grabbing at your ass. You trail your lips across his jaw, down his neck and bite and lick, marking him as yours and the thought of others seeing is driving him crazy.

You go to push him down on the bed but he stops you, holding your wrists against his chest, "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

The pout of your bottom lip makes Mattheo weaker than he'd ever admit, "No, princesa, you did nothing wrong. But you're drunk, we can't go any further than this. I'm a dumb idiot boy but I'm not a scumbag."

He lifted you off his lap and on to the bed next to him. You watched him walk over to his wardrobe before stripping down to his boxers, grabbing one of his t-shirts and bringing it over to you.

"Put this on," you pulled your top off, Mattheo biting the inside of his cheek at your bare chest before you pulled his shirt on. As you shimmy your skirt off he pulled his duvet back, climbing into the bed next to you.

You sank deep into the covers, Mattheo wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close until your head is resting on his chest. Only then do you realize how tired you really are, how heavy your eyelids are and how thankful you are for the warmth of Mattheo's chest.

Your breathing steadied out as Mattheo's fingers trailed lightly up and down your arm. Mattheo kissed the top of your head, whispering softly to himself, "I'm in love with you too, princesa."

[aliaology]

NOW THAT WE DONT TALK

summary: yn takes a few too many shots and drunkenly tells trevor how she feels pt.7

warnings: drinking, alcohol

series masterlist

small reminder: i changed almost everything for last chap, that being said, auston steph n mitch are NOT there, i replaced them with sabrina :) (sab carp)

after your small outburst towards trevor, you immediately went to the kitchen for drinks. you needed something— anything.

“you sure you want to do this honey?” sabrina asked, walking into the kitchen behind you.

you nodded heavily. “god yeah— if i face trevor again, or even jack, i want to be hammered.” you explained.

you picked up multiple bottles, examining each before settling on straight whiskey. you poured a shot, downing it quickly.

your face contorted into one of disgust as the whiskey left a burning trail down your throat. the taste stayed in your mouth.

sabrina looked at you concerned. she went to grab the bottle but you stopped her. “go party sab— ill be fine. i know this place like the back of my hand.” you told.

sabrina sighed before walking away to the main area. you poured more shots, and the number grew higher until you decided to walk away with the entire bottle in your hand.

you stumbled through the halls, not realizing someone was now slowly following you. your eyes scanned the familiar walls, pictures, doors, everything.

you took a sip of the whiskey, straight from the bottle as you walked into one of the rooms. it was jacks. you stopped in your tracks, looking at everything around you.

he still had the same picture frame you bought him, that you filled with a small collage of photos of the both of you. they were now replaced with him and his new girlfriend.

you don’t know why, but you began to cry. tears and mascara rolled down your cheeks as you kept looking around.

“what the fuck are you doing?” a voice startled you.

you jumped and turned around, seeing trevor. your tears and mascara covered face frowned more as you sipped the whiskey again.

“i was just leaving.” you muttered.

you go to walk by him but he stops you. “why are you here, bells?” he groaned.

your brows furrowed as you shoved him. “dont call me that.”

“why not? i helped coley pick it out.” he sneered.

“we arent friends anymore, trevor. dont call me bells.” you spoke.

trevor scoffed, rolling his eyes. you felt like crying more. “i hope you know i hate you.” you told.

trevors eyes widened slightly. “what?” he spoke.

you began to cry again. “i hate you, i hate you so fucking much. you were— you were supposed to be my best friend. my best friend, its not fair.”

trevor watched you in shock.

“i did— i did everything i could’ve to keep our friendship alive and well and when i try to move on, you just ruin me. its not fair trevor— i didnt do anything wrong.” you cried out.

tears ran down your flushed cheeks. mascara stained your skin along with the liquid running down your face. your hair was sticking to your face just ever so slightly.

“i just wanted to move on and i wasnt allowed to.” you sobbed. “how is that fair, trevor? how was jack allowed to move on— to cheat on me, but i can’t even attempt to.”

you sipped the whiskey again. “and this is even doing anything now.” you began to cry harder.

trevor stared, his eyes wide. you were right, you hadn’t done anything. you just wanted to finally move forward, and he didn’t let you, instead he hurt you more.

“i— i—“ trevor stumbled over his words before someone pushed him from behind him.

“the fuck did you do to her?” sabrina asked angrily. she rushed to your side, pulling you into her as she grabbed the bottle from your hands.

“i— i didnt—“ trevor kept stuttering.

sabrina glared harshly at him and shoved the whiskey bottle into his hands as she walked by him, pulling you along.

“leave her the fuck alone, zegras.”

tags: @slaythehousebootsdown13 , @lxnceclercs , @honethatty12 , @outrunangelss , @absolutelyhugh3s , @hockeyboysarehot , @lovinbarzal , @shadowsndaisies , @um-mads , @bqbylon , @whoreforthehughesbrothers , @Robloxlover2007 , @p3nislawd , @alexx-stancati , @queenmendes , @-eedwardss , @if-my-heart-bleeds , @love-like-woaah

[hymnserendipity]

Comforting Bonten Sanzu

Mention of cigarettes, smut, no genderentioned

You always hed feelings for Sanzu, but he was the type to fuck around and be violent with everyone. You worket at bonten as translator for their plans, and you were in his office at the moment. The only way to be with him was to be his friend with benefit, and it was kinda okay for you. At least you could be with him.

Sanzu's eyes followed your movements, noticing the cigarette in your hands.

"Can't you stop smoking for a damn second?" He sighed in slight annoyance and yet he smiled as he leaned in, taking the cigarette from your fingers.

"Say who" you reply with a smirk. Sanzu just clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes as he brought the cigarette to his lips and inhaled the smoke deeply, blowing it out afterwards.

He gently pulled your chin, forcing you to look at him straight into his eyes. He looked down at your lips, your eyes and then your lips again, clearly in a bad mood at the sight of your obsession.

"You smoke too much, sweetheart."

"You too" Sanzu chuckled in amusement as he let go of your chin, leaning back against the chair once again, and yet, a part of him hated the fact that you were addicted to something so toxic, yet, you two looked like a damn nicotine addicted couple right now.

"Yeah, but that's not the point here. You look like a damn chimney at this point." You stand up and grab a glass full of whiskey, drinking it all toghetet. "What we are up to now?" You ask.

Sanzu watched you down the entire glass of whisky with a smirk on his face, only rolling his eyes for a brief second as you asked the question.

"You're as impatient as usual, huh? But, we're on hold."

"Cool then"

Sanzu didn't take his eyes off you the whole-time, observing your every move and every little thing you did. He finished his cigarette, putting it out in the astray.

"Sit. You look better when you're sitting in my lap, sweetheart."

"Tsk" you approach the window.

"If you want me to fuck you till u cry just say it" Sanzu chuckled as you approached the window, amused by your choice of words. He got up from the chair and approached you, walking until being behind you, and he gently grasped your hips, pulling you close to him, his chest pressed against your back. He leaned in, his breath against your ear, as he spoke in a low, sultry tone.

"Then turn around and look at me, darling."

Sanzu smiled at the sight of your obedience, a part of him enjoying the fact that you never disobeyed or protested when it came to his orders, he reached a hand and grasped your chin, making you look into his eyes.

"You look adorable when you're quiet and actually listening to me. You're always so damn stubborn, it's so annoying... except when you're in my arms, of course."

"Maybe just because i want to fuck you" Sanzu chuckled again, but this time his chuckle turned into a small one. He grab your waist and bend you over the table, lowering your pants and underwear with one hand, and doing the same with his pants. You lend him a condom, you always bring it with you and he's used to that now. He open it with his teeth and put it in just a second, before start to trust in you roughly. Your cunt suck him tightly and warmly, but you cant understand nothing, you are on cloud nine and you will probably have few bruises after but you dont care. He soundlessly continue ti thrust into you are you both reach your climax at the same time, collapsing on the nearest couch.

Sanzu let out a deep breath of exhaustion, his body collapsed on the couch along with you, he took his time to control his breathing, his eyes were closed as he wrapped his arm around you once again, pulling you against him as he spoke with a slightly husky tone.

"You're so damn exhausting..." Sanzu let out a small laugh as he opened his eyes again, looking down at you, seeing you on his chest. He gently traced his fingers up and down your back, caressing it.

"I swear, you always suck out all of my energy like this, darling. It's almost impressive."

You use that moment to do something you always wanted to, you kiss his scars. Sanzu froze completely as he felt your warm lips against his scars, he wasn't expecting that at all.

For the first time in his life, Sanzu was completely speechless, not knowing what to say at the sight of you kissing his scars. It was as if a small part of his cold, heartless heart was finally being touched by someone. He didn't know how to react, his body trembled involuntarily, his gaze darkened as he held you tighter against him, he closed his eyes for a moment, the feeling of your lips against his scars made his chest feel suddenly heavy, as if his heart had begun to beat again after all this time.

He swallowed, his voice trembling slightly as he managed to speak.

"S-Sweetheart... "

"I always wanted to kiss your pretty scars"

Sanzu felt his heart skip a beat as you said that, a mixture of surprise and confusion in his eyes. No one had ever called his scars “pretty” before, not even he himself, he was so used to the sight of them, that to him, they just seemed ugly and disgusting.

He gently brought his hand to your face, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb as he spoke in a slightly shaky voice.

"No one... no one has ever called them pretty before..."

"They are."

Sanzu's heart skipped a beat once again as you confirmed your words once more, a part of him felt like he would cry at any moment, but he held back, his hands trembling as he caressed your cheek gently.

"You... y-you really mean that?" He asked in a soft, vulnerable tone, his voice slightly cracking.

"Yes, i always thought that." Sanzu felt a rush of emotions as you spoke once again, his heart beating faster as if it would burst. The fact that you, of all people, thought that his scars were pretty was something he couldn’t put into words. He gently pulled you closer to him, holding you tightly against his chest as he buried his face in your shoulder, his breath slightly shaky.

"You... you don't know... how much your words mean to me, sweetheart.... "

You kiss his scars again. Sanzu leaned his head back against the pillow as you began to kiss his scars again, the feeling was just as overwhelming as the first, he clutched the bedsheets in his hands, his breath trembled slightly as he fought back the tears that were threatening to fall. A single tear escaped his eyes and streamed down his cheek.

"I... I've never had someone say... something like that to me before... "

"You were always so cold, so i never had the gut to say this to you"

Sanzu felt a pang in his heart at your words, he knew that he had always been cold and distant to everyone, especially to you, but hearing you say that you never had the courage to tell him that because of his unfeeling demeanor, it hurt him deep down.

"I... I'm sorry, sweetheart... I didn't mean to be so cold and unfeeling all the time... I just don't know how to be any differently..."

"There is also something i always wanted to tell you."

Sanzu took a deep breath, a part of him was curious and slightly nervous about what you wanted to say, but he nodded in response.

"Y-yeah, go ahead... "

"I love you, i love everything about you. Your voice, your eyes, your scars, the way you move the nose when you smell omurice..."

Sanzu's heart skipped another beat as you confessed your love to him, his eyes widened in surprise and disbelief, he was shocked to hear you say those words, yet a part of him always knew he felt the same way.

"You... you love me? Y-you love everything about... about me?" He repeated in a trembling voice.

"Yes. Well you would be prettier with blonde hair but pink it's fine anyway." Sanzu let out a small laugh as you teased him about his hair color, a small smile on his face as he looked at you.

"P-pretty...? You think I'd be pretty with blonde hair? Damn, I think I'd look even more ridiculous with anything other than pink."

"I think you would be amazing in every way" Sanzu couldn't help but feel a bit flustered at your words, a small blush appearing on his cheeks as he looked at you. His heart beat faster as he realized that you truly saw him in such a beautiful way.

"You... you really think so...? Even with blonde hair... I'd still be pretty to you?"

"I'm Sorry. I know you are the fuckboy cold and stuff but... I can't help my feelings" Sanzu's heart ached as you spoke, he knew that he wasn't the best person and that he had the reputation of being a "fuckboy" but hearing you say that you couldn't help your feelings for him, it hit him hard.

"You don't need to apologize... I don't... I don't deserve your love or your feelings, but..." he said in a trembling voice, clearly struggling with his own emotions. Sanzu let out a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment as he gathered his thoughts, he knew that he was conflicted, on one hand, he felt guilty for being the way he was, knowing that he didn’t deserve your love, but on the other hand, he couldn’t deny the way he felt for you.

"But... I can't deny the way I feel... about you, too..." He confessed in a soft, vulnerable tone, his voice shaky, as he fought back the tears in his eyes.

"You...too?"

Sanzu gently moved a strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingers still trembling as he caressed your face with a tender gesture.

"Yes... I.... I have feelings for you. I can't deny it anymore, I've tried to push them away, to be tough and cold like I always am but... I can't. I can't keep pretending that I don't feel something for you, sweetheart... "

"Why didn't you say something earlier?"

Sanzu's eyes clouded with guilt as you asked him that question, a mixture of regret and shame in his gaze.

"I... I didn't say anything because... I was scared. I'm not used to feeling things, I'm not used to having emotions, being vulnerable or open with someone, especially about my feelings."

He paused for a moment, taking a shaky breath as he continued to talk in a soft tone.

"And... I didn't want to ruin what we have, I didn't want to ruin our... partnership in crime."

"I am here. I can be your partner, not only in crime, facing everything with you"

Sanzu felt a small sob escape his lips as you kissed his tears, his heart ached at the tenderness of your gesture.

"I... I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do... I just... “ he started, his voice trembling as the tears continued to stream down his cheeks. “I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to make you feel bad, I... I don't know how to be the person you deserve."

"You deserve more that you allow yourself"

Sanzu felt a deep sense of guilt and self-doubt as you spoke, a part of him unable to allow himself to fully believe your words.

"D-do I? Do I really deserve more than I allow myself? After everything I've done, after everything I... I have been?"

Sanzu felt a mixture of hope and hesitation in his heart at your words, a part of him wanting to believe that you could show him what love was like. But at the same time, he was scared. He was scared of letting go, of being vulnerable, of ruining this, of not being able to love you the way you deserve to be loved.

"I... I'm scared... I don't know if I can do this... I don't know if I can allow you to show me love... “

"Don't shut me out sanzu, 'cause i will not stop loving you." Sanzu closed his eyes as you spoke, your words like a punch to his heart, his body trembled slightly as he tried to hold back his feelings, but it was proving to be difficult.

"I don't... I don't want to shut you out, sweetheart. But I'm scared... I'm scared of hurting you... of ruining this... of not being good enough for you... "

"If you don't try you can't know" Sanzu took a deep breath as you said that, deep down, he knew that you were right. He knew that if he didn't try, he would never know.

"Okay... I'll try... I'll try not to shut you out, I'll try to let you show me what love is like, but... you have to understand, it won't be easy for me. I'm not used to this... I'm not used to opening up, to being vulnerable... "

"I will be next you all the time" Sanzu felt a sense of comfort and reassurance at your words, knowing that you would be by his side throughout this journey. He gently pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight.

"Thank you... thank you for not giving up on me, for being here for me, for wanting to show me what love is like... I... I don't know how I got so lucky to have you..."

[sucker4sixx]

Sün and möon

Writers note: i know mötley crüe were off drugs at this time but no one pulls someone aside for abit of whiskey

Plot: vince and nikki have an intense little one on one

Warnings: degradation, shaming, threats, oral, smut

Something between vince and nikki changed, the band noticed it, the fans noticed it, the road crew noticed it and so did they.

Nikki and vince were never close, never over at eachothers house or the type to call eachother when they were having a rough night but something sparked when the generation swine tour started. On stage vince felt the need to follow nikki around and mess with him, pulling and tugging on his black hair while the bassist stared straight into his eyes with a ‘fuck me’ look that made the singer feel feelings he wasnt quite ready to talk about.

Nikki started to get exited for the shows, wanting to be messed with, chasing vince around the stage to bring it to that one moment where the singers hands would tug on his hair and he would lean in close, close enough to kiss but thats something that would never happen.. they thought.

One night after a particularly handsy show nikki cant seem to stay away from vince, they sit having drinks and nikki has to be next to him, watching him as he spoke about himself like he was a prince. He always hated his confident princess like behaviour but something about it was intoxicating tonight. “Hey i got some blow.. do you want some?” Nikki whispers into vinces ear, trying his hardest not to bite the lobe, vince grins wide, dragging nikki to the small bathroom. “Well? Cmon then” he says like a child as nikki sets out lines, vince tries to get in first but nikki pulls him back by his hair like he does to nikki while preforming “patience.” He says sternly, breaking into a wolfish grin before taking the first couple of lines, vince blushes red and tries to cover it up by shoving his face in the new lines nikki set out.

Nikki sets up more lines for vince on the bathroom sink, taking the opportunity to stand behind him and push his hips against vinces back side “hey knock it off! What are you doing ?!” Vince jumps but doesnt move away “nothing? What are you talking about?” Nikki grins as he pushes his clothed erection harder against vinces butt. The singer gasps and looks down, noticing his own cock starting to grow “h-hey.. its not fair, stop turning me gay!” Vince breathes shakily, gripping the sink “im not turning you gay silly.. we are all alittle bit gay, its just wether your a pussy or not” nikki grins, leaning over the singer and looking at his face in the mirror infront of them. “I-im not a pussy.” Vince insists, feeling nikkis hips smack against his butt once more, making him whine. “Whiney bitch..” nikki growls into his ear “you want my cock?” Vince whimpers again at the words, does he want cock? Is he really ready?

“Y-yes.. yes i do” nikki grins and starts grinding on his ass “good boy.. good boy..” “but.. ill only suck i dont wanna get pegged, i wont be able to walk tomorrow” “fair point, so.. you wanna suck my cock?” His grin turns wide and sexy as he imagines vince sucking on his cock like a chick.

Vince drops to his knees obediently “you know.. youve been a real brat this tour.. constantly tugging my hair and grabbing me, this was bound to happen” nikki grinned as vince looked up at him with doe eyes “you wanted my attention so bad well.. here, you got it.. sitting on a dirty bathroom floor so you can suck my cock i mean.. what a slut you are” nikki shook his head, vinces cheeks flushed red in shame, waiting for nikki to show him his cock. “Id make you beg but youve been begging the whole time.. waiting for me” nikki unzips his leather pants, his cock falling out instantly due to having on no boxers so the fans could see his bulge. His large, thick cock dangles above vinces face and the singer goes red, his eyes focusing on the thick, pink tip that already slowly drips precum onto his lips. “Well?” Nikki says impatiently.

Vince nervously wraps his lips around nikkis tip, suckling on it like its a bottle, nikki laugh and bites his bottom lip “awee.. baby boy your so cute. But im not fucking around anymore, suck me like a man” his voice suddenly goes stern, vince taking more of him instantly, sucking faster. Its clear to nikki hes done this before as the singers tongue swirls around his thick shaft. “Youve done this before havent you? Who was it..” nikki moans and vince goes redder, pulling off “tommy” he mutters before taking nikki back into his needy mouth. “Tommy?! You mean.. you sucked tommys cock before mine?” Vince nods as he takes nikki deeper, gagging slightly but continuing, wet slurping noises and deep moans filling the small bathroom.

“Go on.. tell me when..” vince pulls off again “back when w-aughhm” nikki shoves his cock down his throat, grinning “well? Cant really hear you” vince pulls off “when-hmgh!” He whines in frustration, nikki shoving his cock back into the blonde haired mans mouth. He grips his hair tight and shoves his whole dick inside vinces mouth, he starts to struggle more, hitting his thighs “ah ah, calm.. suck it slut..” vince takes a breath and suffers through it, sucking nikki fast to keep up with his pace. “Hmm.. jesus, i wont last long baby” nikki moans, bucking his hips harshly against the singers face, precum spilling down his throat.

Nikki cums with no warning, vince whining and swallowing it all eagerly before getting pushed to the floor, nikkis boot standing on his chest gently, he zips up his leather pants as he looks down at the panting man beneath his boot. “Talk about this and ill destroy you.” Nikki warns, walking out the bathroom swiftly.

“There he is! Where have you been?” Nikki says casually as vince sits beside him red faced “oh.. just.. calling my wife”

@sourwolf-sterek32 🙈

[yandere-plague]

Any version your comfortable with thank you

All of them at once- jk

// mentions of drugging/spiking , kidnapping

takes place sometime during borderlands 3

without spoiling much, I leave it up to you as what your 'previous' job was.

"Huh, never thought this ship would have a bar." In hindsight that would be obvious. But for one in space? Definitely not.

Everyone calls it Moxxi's nightclub, though its more of a bar than anything else. Can you really call it a nightclub if your always in space?

Sanctuary III, the home of the Crimson Raiders. Where legendary people are formed to hunt vaults. Though you know that already.

The room gave off a radiant pink, a splash of colour from the rest of the ship. And in the middle stood who you assumed to be the woman herself, Mad Moxxi.

"Well hey Sugar. Dont think I've seen you around here." Her voice sounds like honey, a mix of courteousness and flirtiness enough to give some drunk people the wrong idea.

"Just came from Promethea actually."

"Promethea? Hope the corpo war hasn't been to hard on ya."

"Eh I'm doing alright. They raised the rent at my apartment because Atlas needed to get everyone out of the city. I don't blame him but. To be honest most of us have nowhere to go."

This became a regular occurance, after your job on Promethea you head to Moxxi's for a quick drink or a bite to eat before heading to your dorm.

[A few months later]

"Hey Moxxi, guess who finally managed to get enough funds to live back on Promethea!"

You ran into the bar, giddy with excitement.

"Aww, really? I'm going to miss you sugar."

Her makeup never changed since you first met. Still wearing the ruined mascara, intentional or not.

"Dont worry Mox. I'll visit you!" You chucked.

How about one last drink? On the house~"

She smiled, she always wanted to give you free drinks. But every time you denied her.

'Well. I- why not?" You shrug.

Looking around you notice that nobody else is around.

"You closing up early? Wait, what time is it?"

"Well after closing time, but I decided to let you in." She said while trying to get rid of a damn stain on her dress.

"Shit. Sorry-"

"Dont be, now bottoms up sugar~"

She poured the drink up to your lips. It felt kind of awkward but you went along with it for now.

It tasted familiar, like her finest blend but a little bit saltier? Maybe you're just imagining things.

"Thanks." She put it down after.

"Need some help back there? Like tidying up or something?"

"You're too kind~, mind checking the tables for any leftover drinks or anything. I say people just leave their drinks like its nothing." She sighed.

"Sure thing."

You stand up, almost wobbling a bit. Did she give you an extra strong version or something?

You look at every table, they all seem to be clear. Apart from one of the booths at the back, a few glasses lay there.

You pick them up and head back to her. Placing them on the table.

"Thanks doll."

"Oof. Yeah. I think im going to go now. I'm beat." You sit back down on one of the stools, placing a hand on your forehead.

"Jeez, how strong is this stuff?"

"Its a special blend."

"It sure is..."

"Oh sugar~, can't keep you're head on straight can you?"

The world around you slipped, as you fell on the floor.

"Dont worry. Momma Moxxi will take very good care of you. Just sleep. Kitten..."

You revealed Moxxi's true voice, a sickening sap that once she gets you into her clutches, she's never letting you go...

(I actually have the moxxi finest blend bottle. But I've never drank alcohol before and I don't think that whiskey is a good thing to try first 😅)

I AM SO SORRY FOR MAKING THIS TAKE SO LONG. I was busy with college and then tumblr decided to not let me edit for some reason. I'm personally not impressed with what I've written :/ I

[shurisbathwater]

𝖥𝖤𝖤𝖫 𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖨𝖨. ✫

*last part*

Toxic!shuri x black fem! reader

❝ 𝖨 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾.❞

w a r n i n g s

None really, js alot of arguing and shuri being crazy lmao.

X t r a s

I decided to make it a good ending 😛 this is the last part so don't ask for more 🙄

T a g s

@ziayamikaelson @letitias-fav @honey-teaaaaaaaa @mxyx-rx444

-𝐘𝐎𝐔 tiptoed into the house slowly. It was pitch black so you had assumed Shuri went to bed and just gave up. It was about 4am in the morning anyway. Surprisingly, that experience with Riri was..the best you've ever felt in a while.

Even after, she took care of you instead of just putting her pants on and leaving like some people did. You switched the lights on to see Shuri sitting on the couch, manspread with a drink in her hand. You jumped at her. Maybe giving her the key to your apartment wasn't the best idea.

"You scared me! Damn."

"Where were you?" Her grills shone as she spoke. "Iut." You grumbled as you kicked your shoes off. "You think you funny? Is that what it is?" She chuckled lightly as she glanced at your neck, full of hickeys.You ignore her and try to walk past, but she gets up and stands in your way.

She towers over you and looks you in the eye. "I said..where were you?" she says, the smell of her whiskey hitting your nose. You look away and glance at something behind her.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you mama." She licked her lips as she said it. She grabs your chin to make you look up at her. You stare up at her, not saying a word.

"Answer the question."

You bat your lashes, no response present.She lets go of your chin and clenches her jaw. "I guess we're equal now." You shrug your shoulders casually.

"You know it didn't mean anything."

"Yet you saw her...a couple hours ago?"

"Stop dragging it." She scoffs.

"Oh please, fyck you."

"Somebody else clearly did." She mutters. You roll your eyes as you push past her, heading to your bedroom. You put your phone on the bed in the bedroom and head into your en suite bathroom.

ᘛ ᘚ

After showering, you expected Shuri to be gone home, but yet you heard her walking around your house. What is going on? You put on your silk pajamas and a satin scarf to protect your hair.

The first thing you looked for was your phone. You left it on the bed, right? Well it wasn't there. You checked under the bed, under the covers, it still wasn't there.

You sighed and went out to the living to see Shuri, still sitting there- with your phone on the counter.

"Riri Williams huh?"

"Why were you-"

"You'd really stoop that low?"

"Lets get this straight, she treats me better than you ever could." You snap back. She rolls her eyes. "If you say so." She says sarcastically.

"You know what? I dont ever want to see you again. Get out." You raise your voice slightly. Shuri's eyes widen, you never, ever shout.

"What?" She replies. "Get. Out before I loose it on you." You say to her. "Ma...can't we just..." her voice trails off. She gets up from her seat and grabs your waist, rubbing it in circular motions.

"I said GET out- and leave my apartment keys here." You commanded as you push her off of you.

She got up with no problems and left through the door.

"You gone regret this one."

"Shut up and get out of my house."

"She'll be running right back to me." She thought.

But yet you never came back.

2 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋

It was now almost two months since you had seen Shuri or talked to Shuri. She still tries to reach you but shes blocked on everything. You lay your head on Riri's lap as you both had talked. You and Riri had been together and happy since that night.

Riri secretly took her phone out to get pictures of you. You grinned at her, then realised what she was doing. "Baby, stop!" You giggled as you put your hand at the camera to block the capture.

She laughed along with you as she bent down to give you a kiss on your lips. "I hate you sometimes." You groan.

"Fasho." She said, smirking. "Riri- No-" before you can finish your sentence she picks you up and throws you on her shoulder.

"Let me down!" You whine as you hit her muscular toned back.

She throws you on your bed. "You know you love me. Cmon now."

"-especially when I do this" she kisses your neck softly.

You roll your eyes and grin at her.

"I knew it." She grins back as she showers you with kisses.

𝐄𝐍𝐃.

[millie-mar]

the stranger things i hate about you

chapter six: best hangover medicine

| 1,136 words | 10 things i hate about you!steddie |

Steve definitely drunk too much last night, the bitter taste of beer still on his tongue and memories of the events in the club fuzzy. The boy is sat downstairs on the stool by the kitchen countertop, holding his head, a glass of aspirin in front of him. He’s rubbing his temples, the sound of a notification stinging his eardrums.

‘For fuck’s sake.’ He swears under his breath and reaches for the phone, the light from the screen too bright in the room swallowed by the darkness. He squints his eyes and blindly tries to turn the brightness down, which doesn’t go well for him. He takes a moment to get used to the light and reads the notification showing a message from Robin.

boss:

what happened last night?

The memories of the night at the club suddenly washing over him like a waterfall.

When Eddie started walking away from him, Steve followed suit and tried to stop the boy, attempting to convince him of the sincerity of his words. Eddie was very reluctant and accurately so, after all that Steve and his mates have done, but seeing Steve’s expression had him thinking. His eyes were a bit more narrow, awaiting Eddie’s next words. His hair ruffled, probably by the drunk strangers Steve had to walk past to get to the curly-head. His lips slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, hands slightly shaky on his sides. He was nervous.

Anything else past that requires Steve to do too much thinking, his head pounding, it was like a bomb ticking away, waiting to detonate. He gives up for now and messages Robin back.

steve:

idk, dont remember much

why? did something happen

A few seconds later he gets a reply, amazed with how quick the girl can type.

boss:

well, ik someone whos friends with him and they said that when trying to talk to him, he would only smile and say that hed keep it to himself

Steve’s lips form a flat line, concerned with what he must have done. When he was popular he had drank a lot, and it’d take a lot to get him at least tipsy. But now he was out of touch, and mixing alcohol has been a bad choice.

Steve looked at the glass filled with whiskey and winced slightly. He looked back at Eddie, sat beside him, a wide, toothy smile was occupying his face.

‘C’mon! The big Steve Harrington won’t drink whiskey?’ Eddie teased, knowing full well that Steve will do it. That’s the kind of person he was, or at least that’s what the metal head believed.

‘Oh, get off my ass Munson.’ Steve shook his head and downed the drink, alcohol was burning in his throat. ‘That’s awful.’

Eddie bursted out laughing, leaning back so far he almost fell off the stool. ‘You’ve never drank whiskey? You disappoint me Steven.’ A low giggle escaped him.

‘Why do you call me Steven? You know it’s Steve, you literally said my name earlier.’

Eddie stopped giggling. He looked Steve straight into eyes, and slowly smiled at him. ‘I like to see you flustered. Call it payback.’ And he took another sip of his drink.

Steve gets up from the chair, the memory so fresh in his mind, but so distant at the same time. It feels almost as if they have had been friends for a very long time, which couldn’t be further from truth. Could he even call them friends now?

A knock at the door wakes Steve up from his contemplating, his head turns towards the little hallway. His eyebrows scrunch up and he walks over. Looking through the peephole he sees a courier, holding a box. Steve opens the door.

‘Good morning. I got a package for Steve Harrington.’ The man smiles at Steve.

‘Uh, yeah that’s me. But I didn’t order anything.’ Steve replies, more as a question than a statement.

‘Oh. Uh, it says this is from Mr. Munson. Does that ring a bell?’ Steve’s eyes widen slightly. Eddie? What would he send? And how does he know Steve’s address?

‘Yeah, that’s my- friend.’ Steve takes the package from the man, bids him farewell and closes the door.

Back in the kitchen, Steve puts the box on the countertop and opens it with a pocket knife that was in a drawer. The opened box includes a CD and a couple tapes, as well as a piece of paper. He reaches for the paper and unravels it to reveal a letter.

Sorry dude, I’m old-fashioned. You wanted to listen to some stuff we talked about so I sent it to you. The CD is of my band and the tapes have a bit of Metallica, Iron Maiden and some Dio. I do expect to have them back, you got my address ;)

Eddie

Tapes? Music? Steve is beyond confused not able to register that part of the night. He takes the CD out, the picture at the front clearly self-printed, so the CD must have been burned by Eddie. The name ‘Corroded Coffin’ spaced out at the top of the cover, with bats surrounding a man below the name. Steve remembers the black van in front of the club yesterday.

‘Of course that was your car.’ Steve snickers at the thought and puts the CD back into the box to search through the rest of the ‘gifts’. At the rock bottom, he finds a cassette player with a sticky note saying ‘Cause I doubt you own one’. Steve shakes his head in amusement, taking the recorder and box with him back to his room.

Steve situates himself on the bed, the box carefully placed next to him, cassette player on his lap. He starts looking through the collection Eddie shared with him, but the singular CD in between the cassettes keeps catching his eye. Steve puts the cassette player on the bed table, grabs the laptop from the desk that’s next to the bed and turns it on. After a moment of hesitation, Steve takes the Corroded Coffin CD and puts it into his laptop, a folder popping up on the screen with a couple songs burned into it. He presses a random one, not sure where to start and a sound of guitar echoes in his ear. Drums come in and at the same time Eddie’s voice joins in. Steve feels his heart clench listening to Eddie singing, his voice sounding slightly different to what he was used to hearing at school, or even last night. The feeling goes away as quickly as it appears leaving Steve slightly on the edge as he continues to listen to the band’s music. He could maybe get used to this genre. And maybe he’d get used to Eddie and his company.

Just maybe.

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[zenigatakeibu]

SENSE AND OTHER SPECIFIC HEADCANONS.

tagged by: @foolshoujo ^_^ this is so late BUT TYYYY tagging: @espectres, @mielmoto, @brawlligator, @sosordid, & anyone else interested! i'm not too sure who all has done this one yet

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE ? i'll be honest i am SO bad at describing/imagining what a character might smell like but ppl bring up zeni's aftershave in canon a lot, and imo warm bergamot/leather scents suit him really well. but here's what my friend said and baaasically i agree: "i think inspector zeni would be more like the strangers one (a cologne w notes of roasted coffee, whiskey, and suede) but maybe now that im thinking of food-y scents the chili pepper notes could work for him. like, roasted/popped corn, chili pepper and toasted sesame. i think it would be very tasty like the lapsang souchong smoky-tea scent, yuzu and a mild aquatic to give the impression of a soap he used or a cologne he sprayed before going out, with a rich peppery spice and the roasted grains for added warmth. just a bit of skin musk too. like if u were sitting in a restaurant with him after work you can smell pretty much his whole day on him. i dont think he would carry a strong synthetic smoke scent like you get with actual cigarette smoke i think there's a lot of other notes going on that give more of a masked, faint smoke scent hence why lapsang tea would be two-for-one in terms of green tea and smoky notes."

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE ? zenigata's hands are hairy and naturally soft but well-worn, calloused and scarred from almost three straight decades of fieldwork. they tend to run warm like the rest of him. he has an iron grip; his hands are INCREDIBLY strong, and his fingers are thick with blunt nails.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY ? depends on the day... zenigata has a HUGE appetite and is usually hungry enough to eat something at any given moment, but he has learned to curb it given the fact he gets stranded places... a lot. he isn't a picky eater whatsoever, aside from disliking overly sweet foods like desserts. if he's actively working on a lup heist he doesn't have much more than a few coffees and maaaybe a cup of microwave ramen/some gas station snacks. because his schedule is so busy, home cooked meals aren't something he's fortunate enough to have. instead, he gets a lot of street food, takeout, snacks, etc, anything that's easy to eat on the go. is this healthy? not at all. is it practical? maybe.. if u squint and tilt ur head. is he going to stop doing it anytime soon? well. no.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE ? surprisingly, yes! there isn't any "canon" basis for this one, only that his voice actor sings professionally ^_^ and i think it'd be cute if zeni could too hehe. this song is my favorite by him! it sounds pretty close to how i imagine zeni's singing voice: deep, steady, and passionate.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS ? nervous ticks, no. bad habits, yes. zenigata is a stress smoker*, and when his depression is particularly bad, he tends to drink himself half to death. he also overlooks his own health a LOT and it doesn't help that hospitals make him nervous. though he hasn't had a heart attack yet (<-lol.), he does have a history of panic/anxiety attacks, one of which was so bad he needed to be hospitalized. these were more prevalent during his early years on the lupin case, he has since reigned them in considerably but under the right conditions the threat is of course always there.

*he tries not to smoke in public, and NEVER smokes around anyone 21 years old or younger.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR ? business wear is the name of the game. zenigata is very very VERY rarely seen out of his trenchcoat, even in the summer. under his coat is a charcoal-black suit, white button-up, dark red tie, and a tank top undershirt. despite how active he is, he wears black dress shoes (which are a bit scuffed if you look closely enough) and sock garters. on his wrist is a fairly inexpensive leather-banded watch. his fashion sense is very practical, if not erring on the side of bland. even what he considers "casual wear" is dress pants and a button-up. in general he prefers neutral and warm colors: browns, blacks, tans, oranges, reds, whites (smthn along the lines of his part 1 or cagliostro palettes).

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE ? HOW SO ? yes... zeni may as well be a 6'5" teddy bear, but physical affection is reserved for a select few and he isn't usually the one to initiate it. that said, he has a habit of being very casually physical with lupin (there's literally an ep in part 4 where they're putting their hands in each other's mouths like it's smthn they do all the time... 🤨🏳️‍🌈). aside from lup though he's good at respecting people's physical boundaries so it's hard to say... casual affection is pretty common for him when it comes to romantic partners, like brushing a hand against your back while he passes by.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN ? this one also depends... someone as perpetually exhausted as zenigata is a master at sleeping anytime, anywhere. when in bed though, he's either splayed out on his back or stomach; he isn't much of a side sleeper unless someone happens to be laying with him. sometimes he'll fall asleep hugging a pillow. when he's sleeping upright, like in a chair or against a wall, his arms are usually crossed over his chest and his head is bowed/his fedora tipped down over his face.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM ? stealth is NOT zenigata's strong suit. you could hear him from the other side of the city. he is L-O-U-D, LOUD, especially when he's angry. stomping feet, booming voice, the works. he doesn't try to be loud on purpose, but he's a big guy so he can't always help it.

[fanartlover1234]

LOVE POTION

A witch tries to give Kaulder a love potion but he loves Y/n.

THE LAST WITCH HUNTER X READER

Y/n Bane is an immortal witch and ever since her brother was killed by the all famous witch hunter, she has been out for his head.

Their constant fight over the past 500 years have become legendary, craved in stone to tell little kids.

Both now in New York City, she is curently in a renovated bar for magical creatures runned by her friend Chloe.

She took off her coat, showing her black silk fabric dress dress that stoped right above the mid of her upper thigh, her black heels and jer silver jewelry, she hanged her coat making her way to the bar her brown haur flowing behind her.

"Chloe, please give me something strong" she said making her friend jump a little.

"Y/n! Your back at newyork"

"Yeah yeah. Something strong please, this whole witch hunter thing is driving me crazy" Y/n spoke as she looked at her long term friend.

"Yeah i get you, he can be a but much sometimes" Chloe spoke as she gave her friend a glass, flashing a smile to a guest leaving.

Y/n sat up straight as the bell at the door rang and her eyes looked at her glass that refected the famous witch hunter.

"Chloe" his voice was like a headache for Y/n as she took a sip from her drink " and Y/n" he said sitting next to her, he was a bit taken back by her appierance as she usualy was covered up.

"Kaulder" she simply said looling at him as a knife that Chloe had left on the counter levitated but Chloe slamed it down.

"You two! Fight outside, we all know what happen last time" Chloe said.

Y/n rolled on her bar chair before getting off and turning to look at her " dont count me in, im just here to drink" she said making her way upstairs saying hi to some of the witches.

"When will you tell her"

"Just a whiskey" Kaulder saud not contiuning the convo.

"Fine" Chloe said giving him a glass and pouring him whiskey.

After a few hours gone by and a girl ran up to Chloe.

"He is still the same to me if not worse" she ssaid refering to Kaulder.

"So?" Chloe asked as she looked at Y/n who was laughing with Kaulder, probably cause she was shit drunk and Kaulder was just keepinv her company and made sure noone would touch her.

"So? You said it would make him love me" the other witch said to Chloe annoyed.

"Nope. I said it was a love potion" Chloe said wiping down a table " Look Katie, you can give him all the potions you want, but you wont fool a heart that is in love, you know that"

"How do you know he loves her" Katie asked Chloe now growing even more annoyed.

"Look at them" Chloe pointed at the pair" the eyes, Katie, they never lie" she said as they both looked at how Y/n layed her head down on her left arm that was straight across the table her green eyes looking at Kaulder as her word because slow and her voice quiet as the alcahol sleep started to hit and Kaulder who looked at her as if she was the most beautiful jem of them all before getting up and taking off his coat and placing it over her shoulders.

Kaulder walked over to the bar placing a five hunered dollar bill on the counter " im heading out Chloe"

"Isn't it a bit too much"

"For her aswell" he said leaving the bar as Chloe smiled looking at the girl.

[cringecompilationin480p]

tf2 mercs and the smokes i think they would pick up from a gas station. source: i work at a gas station

reasonings below the cut:

scout: i chose newport red shorts for him because i feel like he would think menthol is for losers. newports to me are a very. basic cigarette. the layman's cig. i also find newports, especially red newports to be a little nasty lol. also i dont see him as much of a cigarette smoker but i do think he smokes every once in a while, esp if hes really stressed out or had a bad match. his 1 box will last him a few months. after a while i think he would switch to newport gold shorts, as theyre lighter.

soldier: i know theres a lot of art of soldier smoking cigars, esp blue soldier. while i don't disagree with that notion, i dont think hes coming into a convenience store and picking up a pack of cigarillos. i went with lucky strike red shorts because theyre an All American cigarette and have been around forever. theyre on the cheaper side as well and he smokes them in Emesis Blue. i didn't go with american spirits because theyre advertised as an "organic" cigarette, and i feel that he would find that to be pretentious and an overall turn off. also american spirits are more expensive.

pyro: i dont think pyro is a tobacco smoker. if the pyro is smoking anything its going to be weed wrapped in a banana backwoods. banana is one of the more strange flavors backwoods has, and i feel like they would go for something on the fruitier side. i also chose backwoods because backwoods fucking rule and the shits look like twigs bc theyre full leaf wraps. i also feel like they would choose banana because none of the other mercs would want to smoke that.

demo: with demo it was more a process of elimination than anything. i dont think he's a cigarette smoker. so i went with a cigarillo because i can so very clearly see him smoking one. i don't think he would go for swishers as a lot of them are fruity, and that doesn't seem up demo's alley. i went with white owl sweets because theyre simple and straight forward, and i feel he would like a pack of sweets. to be honest, im a little shaky on this one, but i don't think anything else would suit him besides like. game greens. to be fair, i don't think he smokes much, and would probably go for something higher quality and hand wrapped if he was smoking a cigar. overall he would get these if he needed something quick and cheap.

heavy: idk about other stores but my store has 1 million dorals and nobody is buying them except for maybe one person every 6 months. heavy is that person. if heavy is smoking anything he's smoking light 100s because i can't see him smoking or liking a rich or full flavor cigarette. also dude is big so he's not getting shorts because they're too small and will be gone in two seconds. these smokes are a mystery to me; i have no idea of the quality or price range. but in my mind i can see him coming up to my counter, asking for these, and leaving without a word.

engie: i almost went with marlboro southern cut for this guy but it felt too on the nose, even if i think he would enjoy the smoke of those. i went with honey bourbon backwoods instead. the flavor seems right up his alley, and i can clearly see him asking for these at a convenience store. as to what he does with them... i can see him smoking them as they come in the package, or using them as a wrap. overall engie looks like he drinks good whiskey, and these cigars look like good whiskey. well... bourbon.

medic: i had a hard time deciding what medic would smoke and went thru all the brands i know of. at first i discounted marlboro because of how commonly bought they are, figuring he would smoke something weirder. but when i came back to it i had figured he would enjoy menthols, and i landed on marlboro menthol blue 100s. he wouldn't go for full flavor, as they would irritate his throat. i feel like smoking these shits would be like sipping cold water after having mint gum. i mean, they're described as "smooth" and "cool." medic is smoking basically spearmint and cold water, but not enough to the point of where he's buying a pack of marlboro ice and its variants of gum package looking cigs.

sniper: i chose cheyenne menthols for him because to me sniper looks like he loves old school shit. the youngest person i have seen come in and buy these has been maybe 40. i don't think he would go for a basic cigarette. cheyennes are box cigars, and a box of these goes for under $3, and typically have more tobacco in them. i feel as if he would enjoy that as well as menthol full flavor, and the smokes themselves are brown instead of white. i can see him smoking a brown looking cigarette so clearly. also the packaging has an outdoorsy look to it lol. basically, i just Know he would go for these. if he was going to go for anything else, he might smoke camel menthol wides. he would also pick up zig zag unbleached cones for his joints.

spy: look we all know spy is smoking that hoity-toity imported french bullshit but if for whatever reason he had to pick up a pack a cigs from a mobil or something it would be parliament blue 100s. i already think he smokes 100s in general, and would go for parliaments because theyre expensive. where im from they sell for like $13 a pack and its always dudes in suits and/or gold chains asking for these things. the packaging isn't an issue here as spy keeps them in a case, but i don't feel like he would turn up his nose at it. overall these are his best option for a gas station cig.

[borathae]

Chapter 32

you know, i almost always feel shocked after seeing the warnings like SEX?? THIS FAST? we just had an "insert how the previous chapter ended" moment and we are going to fuck? lets go??? lets fucking goooo and then the smut comes and nothing is out of place. it fits like a glove, like my glasses on my nose. how do u do that? hell, only a few paragraphs in and the mood is set better than dinner table on a holiday

where is yoongi? oh he is in sitting room. WE ARE DRINKING TOGETHER YAY. i can feel the atmosphere, vibe and the rooms so well. felt like i was visiting my house these days and now im back to live in this universe again

“You actually came” you called

…I was too scared of it, so I didn’t ask.” yeah the emotions were something else

“Huh, well what a pleasant surprise, I was sure that this conversation would be fruitless.” *turns into mom I TOLD YOU SO oh my god im never saying this again cringe

“your deed was noble, but didn’t help him shit. SIR WHY ARE U LIKE THIS, WHY DO U KEEP RUBBING WOUNDS ON MY SALT

“so tell me honestly. Why did you join me for a drink? Why are you so nice to me? Is it so I would release Taehyung earlier than planned?” you write him sooo well fuck *nervous sweating WAIT ITS PRIDE MONTH * nervous gay sweating, gay blushing, gay panicking, gay looking away, gay scoffing (june is almost over and i had to use it)

“I meant with your words” he spits, “not your body” omg im soo nervous to straight up ask me?” YOU JUST ASKED TO SPEAK 😭 idk what to do you can see how honest surprise washes over Yoongi’s face. oh ho 👀👀

Have you ever asked yourself why Jimin died? Why was he so far away from Taehyung when they clearly wanted to run away together? It would have been logical for him to stay by Taehyung’s side and not die so far away from him.” YES BABY UR SO SMART CONNECTING THE DOTS, YOONGI SEE THIS??

BUT WHAT IF JIMIN DID PROTECT TAE??

OMG SHE KISSED HIS CHEEK (i did this to my friend cuz they made a front page for my project, which i forgot, we pretended it never happened, to make this worse we dont even hug that much😭😭)

THE GLASS BROKE HE IS SHOOK THEY KISSED OMG AAAAH FUCK WTF WTFW TWF CHAT I WASNT PREPARED OH MY GOD

the paragraph is so romantic my heart oh fuck me i can feel my heart

Oh what a weak woman you are, you think, as you feel your own body draw closer to him. Your fingers entangle in his hair, your lips part. He tastes like whiskey. Oh what a contrast to his tender lips. THIS IS POETRY AND I WANT IT IN MY VEIN

You must be in the wrong movie. actually you are in a fanf- OW

This view is fascinating. Min Yoongi on his knees, looking up at you after he kissed your foot. the only way to get this view, is to buy such a carpet 😔✊🏻

ANOTHER PANTY LOST 💀 f in the chat for respect 😔✊🏻 irrelevant but i remember a wattpad ff where people kept saying #stopdoorabuse201_ , #savethedoor201_

“Jesus, what are you doing?” judging cuz yall didnt leave space for him(im sorry)

FUCK PUSSY SO GOOD MANS WARM DAMN call that magic pussy

He could ruin you, break you with just a flick of his tongue, corrupt you. But he doesn’t. He treats you with utter care tonight and it is driving you up the wall.  writing is too good, loving too good

This feels so good. Fuck, he’s on his knees. This is crazy. Why is he on his knees? He kissed my foot. Yoongi. Fuck I literally can’t. He’s on his knees.  mood AND HE READ IT DAMN

PRINCESS HITS DIFFERENT RIGHT NOW hold on did she do something to his emotions??

He never told you, but you have the softest skin. His fingers haven’t touched such softness in centuries. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

The world carved him just so one day he could be on his knees in front of the only woman who manages to make him want to be gentle. stop cutting onions😭

HAIR GRIPPING DYING SWIMMING LIVING IN PUSSY ON KNEES SQUIRTED HOLY FUCK ok maybe this is the hottest 2 people sex (watch me change it to the next one in the future)

KISSING AGAIN AHSHBHSDUK WE ARE DOWN TO FUCK?? LETS GOOO YEEHAW

fuck this is a whiplash from the eating out cuz that was desperate and messy, this feels too intimate im wrapping myself in my blankie

“Don’t let go of me, hold onto me. I promise, I’ll hold you”, DID WE JUST DO SOMEHTING TO HIM??? DIDNT TAE SAY THIS TOO???

YES HUMANITY OH MY GOD IM FEELING THE CHILLS

His dark brown eyes greet you, sparkling in the moonlight and reflecting the snowfall outside. His cheeks have gained colour, his lips are parted. i would like a mind printer thank you

This is the first time you see him actually enjoy his orgasm. In the past it was as if his climax didn’t even affect him, maybe even as if it bored him. So seeing him so totally out of breath and with his face scrunched up and heated in bliss, it hits places on your heart you really didn’t want to be hit at tonight. definitely hit my heart entirely

GUMMY SMILE CHECK

“We’ll talk to Taehyung tomorrow. Alright? YESSSS ok i hope this is for real now, cuz heart 💔 been broke 📉 so many times ⏰

they are talking THEY ARE TLKING omg jimin my baby i love you

NAMJOON IS LIKE YOONGI TOO?? THEY HEALED HUMANS WOW

“I happened.” fuck this is the hardest stuff to say

HOLY SHIT THATS WHY JOON SAID THIS IS TRUE THIS IS IMPORTANT ON THE BACK OF THE NOTES FUCK no wonder tae was panicking more and more during that pillowtalk

shit who is she? is she dead like he thinks orrr 👀👀 OR IS IT THE OLD GRANNY

I chained myself up in a casket and forced myself to dry out. That was supposed to be my fate.” FUCK, YOONGI 😭😭😭not the thoughts haunting no wonder he turns off his emotions and has such control over himself

NOO HE KILLED AGAIN

“That is why the sorcerer cursed you and your lineage to insatiable hunger. Innocent people get hurt and killed. And the killer is left with painful guilt. This is the true curse of your lineage.” FUCK

wait so they were just normal vampires in the beginning? until the sorcerer cursed them? and made rippers and gluttons?

FUCK HE LEFT AGAIN AND MAYBE MAD AGAIN?

you know, i almost always feel shocked after seeing the warnings like SEX?? THIS FAST? we just had an "insert how the previous chapter ended" moment and we are going to fuck? lets go??? lets fucking goooo and then the smut comes and nothing is out of place. it fits like a glove, like my glasses on my nose. how do u do that? hell, only a few paragraphs in and the mood is set better than dinner table on a holiday

aww thank youu gosh I'm happy that you feel it doesn't feel out of place hehehe 🥺💜💜

where is yoongi? oh he is in sitting room. WE ARE DRINKING TOGETHER YAY. i can feel the atmosphere, vibe and the rooms so well. felt like i was visiting my house these days and now im back to live in this universe again

gaah I love this!! I'm happy that you do heheheh <3

“your deed was noble, but didn’t help him shit. SIR WHY ARE U LIKE THIS, WHY DO U KEEP RUBBING WOUNDS ON MY SALT

JFADJSFJ rubbing wounds on my salt jfadsjf

“so tell me honestly. Why did you join me for a drink? Why are you so nice to me? Is it so I would release Taehyung earlier than planned?” you write him sooo well fuck *nervous sweating WAIT ITS PRIDE MONTH * nervous gay sweating, gay blushing, gay panicking, gay looking away, gay scoffing (june is almost over and i had to use it)

GAAH THANK YOU!! omgmg I honestly love him in Sanguis Alpha he is so nfngnf dark and moody *loves him eternally*

BUT WHAT IF JIMIN DID PROTECT TAE??

I MEAN HELLOO???????????

THE GLASS BROKE HE IS SHOOK THEY KISSED OMG AAAAH FUCK WTF WTFW TWF CHAT I WASNT PREPARED OH MY GOD

LIKE HE IS LITERALLY JUST A SOFTIE IN LOVE!!!!!!!

Oh what a weak woman you are, you think, as you feel your own body draw closer to him. Your fingers entangle in his hair, your lips part. He tastes like whiskey. Oh what a contrast to his tender lips. THIS IS POETRY AND I WANT IT IN MY VEIN

ehheheh thank youuu <333

This view is fascinating. Min Yoongi on his knees, looking up at you after he kissed your foot. the only way to get this view, is to buy such a carpet 😔✊🏻

no but I actually need this view to survive fr

ANOTHER PANTY LOST 💀 f in the chat for respect 😔✊🏻 irrelevant but i remember a wattpad ff where people kept saying #stopdoorabuse201_ , #savethedoor201_

jsjsj I was never on wattpad so I don't know this trend jsdfjsj 😶

FUCK PUSSY SO GOOD MANS WARM DAMN call that magic pussy

LIKE HE IS ACTUALLY SO HOT FR NFDSNF

He could ruin you, break you with just a flick of his tongue, corrupt you. But he doesn’t. He treats you with utter care tonight and it is driving you up the wall.  writing is too good, loving too good

thank you!!! hihihihiih

PRINCESS HITS DIFFERENT RIGHT NOW hold on did she do something to his emotions??

mhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhm 👀

He never told you, but you have the softest skin. His fingers haven’t touched such softness in centuries. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I forgot how romantic this scene is 😭😭

The world carved him just so one day he could be on his knees in front of the only woman who manages to make him want to be gentle. stop cutting onions😭

LIKE HELOO 😭😭

HAIR GRIPPING DYING SWIMMING LIVING IN PUSSY ON KNEES SQUIRTED HOLY FUCK ok maybe this is the hottest 2 people sex (watch me change it to the next one in the future)

jsdfj I love this energy 🤪

fuck this is a whiplash from the eating out cuz that was desperate and messy, this feels too intimate im wrapping myself in my blankie

right??? it doess omgmg it feels so intimate 😭😭

“Don’t let go of me, hold onto me. I promise, I’ll hold you”, DID WE JUST DO SOMEHTING TO HIM??? DIDNT TAE SAY THIS TOO???

TAE DID SAY THAT HELLOOOOO

YES HUMANITY OH MY GOD IM FEELING THE CHILLS

GIRLLRLRLRLRLRL

His dark brown eyes greet you, sparkling in the moonlight and reflecting the snowfall outside. His cheeks have gained colour, his lips are parted. i would like a mind printer thank you

no joke?? ME FUCKING TOO or something that can turn imagination and dreams into movies so you can actually watch and hear what you are thinking about ufckkck that would be so hot omgmgm 🥵

This is the first time you see him actually enjoy his orgasm. In the past it was as if his climax didn’t even affect him, maybe even as if it bored him. So seeing him so totally out of breath and with his face scrunched up and heated in bliss, it hits places on your heart you really didn’t want to be hit at tonight. definitely hit my heart entirely

no but. me too.

GUMMY SMILE CHECK

I AM CRYING IN THE CLUB

NAMJOON IS LIKE YOONGI TOO?? THEY HEALED HUMANS WOW

THE SHOCK SITS DEEP

“I happened.” fuck this is the hardest stuff to say

i just want him to be happy :(

HOLY SHIT THATS WHY JOON SAID THIS IS TRUE THIS IS IMPORTANT ON THE BACK OF THE NOTES FUCK no wonder tae was panicking more and more during that pillowtalk

LIKE SHE WAS SO CLOSE TO THE TRUTHTHHTHTH

shit who is she? is she dead like he thinks orrr 👀👀 OR IS IT THE OLD GRANNY

oh damnnn imagine it's actually her 👀

I chained myself up in a casket and forced myself to dry out. That was supposed to be my fate.” FUCK, YOONGI 😭😭😭not the thoughts haunting no wonder he turns off his emotions and has such control over himself

LIKE PLEASE I JUST WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY

wait so they were just normal vampires in the beginning? until the sorcerer cursed them? and made rippers and gluttons?

No they were only humans, then did something to anger the socerer who as a punishment turned them into vampires. I can't say more without spoiling the plot

[blorboconfessions]

thinking about my ocs again. dramatic sigh /pos

sheryl my girl sheryl she is so special to me. wonderful trans woman with at least 2 disorders. im sorry about the fact i threw your fiancé into Basically Purgatory but in my defense the guy who played him in rps is someone i havent been able to talk to in roughly 3 years so that was the quickest and most plausible way i could both have him on the backburner for if someone else wanted to take up the mantle and write him off if someone doesnt. i promise it is nothing against you specifically sheryl

i just want her to be happy fuck!!!!!! i love her. she is so so wonderful. and to think that if it werent for a dumb bit involving shaggy from scooby doo she and her story would never exist........... fauck!!!!!!!!!!! she is so important she is so special. kamen rider watching ska listening rhythm game playing sheryl. and when she finally gets to reunite with Her Busband it will be triumphant it will be joyous they will finally be able to marry each other all will be right with the world fucjkkkkkk. sheryl............

those two are like one of the only straight pairings i have and yet they are so deeply important to me because of how long theyve been around. sheryl is so good at what she does and also stopping entire dimensions from potential collapse but thats neither here nor there /silly

shes 28. shes died before via real hard baseball bat swing but its ok she got better. she has prophetic visions every once in a while. she has killed and she will kill again if need be. she would do literally anything for the people she cares about even if it meant facing certain death. she can look at a ghosts memories. shes got big fun shadow arms she can summon at will. she is impervious to mind control. shes bisexual. shes got a lesbian sister. she listens to steam powered giraffe on the regular. she drinks whiskey. shes an avid tumblr user. her favorite song is dont go breakin my heart. she plays the acoustic guitar. she likes cats. she probably read warrior cats when she was in middle school. she intends to cosplay kamen rider saber at some point in her life. shes great

in conclusion i am normal. sheryl forever

-🎉

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[born-to-lose]

higirlie 💞🍻🫂 some devils bells q’s

whtd do devils bells look like? does anyone call jack jd? (i will b calling him jd bc i already “know” a jack n she is ummmm well she will get jealous (half joke)(dont ask)) how does jd feel about being the youngest in the band? whts liz family life like? wht do they all prefer 2 drink? who has the grossest pizza order? wht r all of their pizza orders? wht r their stage shows like? 

will come back w more questions in a few 💞🫂🍻

What do Devil's Bells look like?

Oh boy I don't have a hyperspecific description where I could give you pictures of people who look like them, but I have a vague idea as of now

Liz: straight layered long golden blonde hair with bangs (once dyed the tips pink in a motel sink), rosy skin, the shortest in the band (about 5'4"), medium to chubby with curves, dresses like an 80s glam rocker with fringed jackets, leopard pants etc

Jack: messy shoulder-length black dyed hair with light brown roots growing out but he always re-dyes them before they're too visible, very pale skin, a bit taller than Liz, quite skinny, usually wears band shirts and ripped jeans

Phil: wavy strawberry blonde hair, fair olive skin, the tall lanky guy in the band (slightly below 6'3"), rather thin but still has muscle from his work as a drummer, wears loose half unbuttoned shirts with the sleeves rolled up

Antonio: long curly dark brown hair, tan skin, tall and kinda brawny but a little shorter than Phil, some muscle but not too much, classic outfit is shirtless with a vest or graphic tees

Does anyone call Jack JD?

They all called him JD at some point, but unlike with most other things, Liz is the only one not allowed to call him that. He's completely fine with the other guys because it's "a bro nickname, not a pet name" and even if they're not exclusive, he wants to keep some sort of special treatment with her and call each other pet names

How does JD feel about being the youngest in the band?

Even if his bandmates treat him like the band baby sometimes, they only do it ironically (except Liz, she takes care of him as much as she can when needed). They see him as an equal, although, being the eldest, Antonio does try to have some kind of a not exactly parental role but be someone to give advice when Jack asks for it and keeps an eye on him if necessary. He sometimes feels a bit weird about being the youngest, but overall he doesn't really care because he's also an adult, just a few years younger than the rest and he's never left out by any of them

What's Liz's family life like?

It's actually not bad! The only one who has serious problems with his family is Jack and to some extent Phil, but it's more of an indifferent relationship than a feud. Liz's relationship with her father is complicated since he had a bunch of abusive or manipulative moments while other times he was indifferent and just ignored the fact she existed and other times he was friendly but never as close as she and her mother are. Her mom used to be overly careful when she was younger, but when she turned 18 she let loose a bit and trusted her enough to not get into trouble. She has a good relationship with her four years older sister and attended her first concerts with her. Both her parents weren't too fond of her travelling on her own because they considered her too young, but she promised to come back and start working after a six month break (which she obviously broke later on). The moment she called to tell them she had formed a band, they were sceptical and still are when they have some small local successes, but eventually they came to terms with it because she does what she's always wanted to do, she found really good friends in her bandmates and she visits her family regularly

What do they all prefer to drink?

Jack loves whiskey (he literally named himself after it c'mon), Liz likes gin, Phil drinks pretty much anything but mostly wine, Antonio usually takes some alcohol free drink like cola or energy drinks or even a non-alcoholic beer

Who has the grossest pizza order?

Jack unironically eats pineapple on pizza, which makes Antonio want to strangle him every time so they eventually just decide to get margherita for everyone or eat something completely else (I'll admit I have eaten pineapple on pizza before and enjoyed it)

What are all of their pizza orders?

Liz: tonno e cipolla; Jack: Hawaiian pizza; Phil: quattro formaggi; Antonio: pizza spinaci

What are their stage shows like?

They don't have bombastic stage shows yet since the only gigs they get are at small clubs, but they do try to entertain the audience as much as they can with the means available. Liz usually does something with her bandmates like mic sharing with Jack, resting her arm on Antonio's shoulder, doing the presenting pose at Phil during drum solos etc. She also gets on her knees and crawls on the floor sometimes, eye fucks and winks at certain people because that's one of the best ways to get the attention of the audience. And of course they throw their picks into the crowd (but not drumsticks since they're too broke to give everything away) and hang out at the club afterwards to chat and sometimes even sign stuff when people approach them and want to be "among the first to have met Devil's Bells"

[icyharrington]

Cat and Mouse- Billy Hargrove X Reader

whats up yall, i am finally back for the first time in like a million ass years with some content!!!! if it wasnt obvious already yes, i am going to be writing for stranger things now. y’all can thank @wroteclassicaly for getting me into it lmaoo. but yea since i havent written something in a while i’m gonna be doing something a little shorter and more to the point lmaooo. so yea anyone who knows me from my icylangdon days knows that i <3 fuckboys that are mean. so naturally i kinda fell in love with billy when i first saw him okay. i KNOW he’s a bad person and shit but like he’s not real and he’s also sexy so. plzzz don’t be offended by this, if you don’t like billy simply scroll past!! but if you AREEEE a slut for billy, well then you just might wanna stick around for this one 😛 also dont judge me if this sucks i havent written in a million years ok. PS i am planning to write for eddie and steve in the future too so stay tuned for that if ur more into those characters!! ok i’ll shut up now teehee

description: billy hargrove decides to seduce you at a party; you decide to let him.

contains: mean/fuckboy billy, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, face slapping, brief choking, degradation/humiliation kink

wc: 3.3k

He smells like musk and whiskey and cigarettes, like a grown ass man, and from this proximity it’s dizzying. He’s sitting beside you, thigh-to-thigh, right arm outstretched across the back of the couch just behind your shoulders. You will yourself not to turn your cheek, knowing that if you catch sight of his stormy, heavy-lidded eyes, you won’t be able to resist him any longer.

Billy speaks slowly, allowing the velvet sound of his words to simmer in your ears, rosy lips nearly brushing against them.

“You look so sad,” he’s saying, and the hair on the back of your neck stands up. “Why’re you so sad, hm?”

You keep your gaze fixed on your palms, feeling a prickling warmth flood your face. You can feel the danger emanating from his pores, hanging around him like a dark, bulbous cloud, but somehow that only tempts you more. “What makes you think I’m sad?”  

“You’ve been sitting here by yourself all night,” he mutters, his large hand finding your bare thigh, testing the waters. He doesn’t grope you, just trails his calloused fingertips down against your skin with a feather-light touch, and you don’t stop him. “Did your boyfriend dump you or something? Broke your heart?”

He’s mocking you, but it doesn’t register; all you can focus on is his skin against yours, his fingers tracing invisible patterns back and forth until you can no longer think straight. “I just don’t really like parties.”

He lets out a snicker. “Yet here you are.”  

“I know, it’s stupid.” You occupy yourself with taking a couple sips of your drink, which is lukewarm by now, but the accompanying buzz helps to dull your nerves slightly. “I honestly don’t know why I came.”

“Wanted to try playing cool girl this year, huh?” It’s like a power line has been cut when he draws his hand back from your leg, the absence of contact almost palpable. Finally you allow yourself to meet his eyes, stomach dipping at the smirk he has plastered across his picturesque features.

“No, it’s not that at all,” you say sternly, a little embarrassed he would assume that. You don’t want him to think you’re a try-hard, even though you know it’s stupid to care about his opinion of you. He’s just some douchey guy trying to get in your pants, after all. “I guess I just wanted to try something different.”

“Oh?” he says with a tilt of his head, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. He doesn’t take his attention away from you for even a second, now spreading his hands out across his denim-clad knees. You can’t help but follow them with your eyes, wishing hopelessly that he’d put them back on you. “So you’re adventurous, then?”

“I mean, in some ways, maybe…” Your vision darts away from his face once more, not noticing how suggestive the phrase sounds until it’s too late. Clearing your throat, you attempt to regain composure. “But I don’t want to go crazy or anything.”

“I think I know how to drive you crazy in a way you’ll really like,” Billy chuckles, beginning to stand up from his spot on the sofa. Your heart skips a beat, almost like you’re panicking at the mere idea of him moving away from you. It’s jarring, and so unlike you—what the fuck kind of spell does he have you under?

You watch him move into an upright stance, his muscular frame casting a looming shadow over your head as he extends a hand before you. “I can show you. If you’re not scared, that is.”

You squirm in your seat, eyes zeroing in on the greenish blue veins that run  from his knuckles to his forearms like rivers on a map. You have to remind yourself that you aren’t special, that he probably does this same routine with a different girl every weekend, but the thought doesn’t stop your body from making the decision for you.

His hand is significantly bigger than yours, and rougher in texture; he gives you a leisurely once-over as he pulls you to your feet, yanking you forth with little grace until your chest is nearly flush with his. He leans forward, sending a pleasant waft of whatever product he’s sporting in his overgrown hair directly to your senses. “C’mon.”

It’s difficult to ignore the other kids at the party who are witnessing the situation unfold, entertaining themselves with other peoples’ business in true Hawkins fashion. You’re sure some uppity bitch will call you a slut for letting Billy seduce you come Monday, but for some unfathomable reason, you really can’t bring yourself to care.

Billy walks in front of you, leading you into a dim wood-paneled hallway. It’s not his house (you’re not entirely sure whose house it is, to be honest), but he moves like it is, his steps lingering but purposeful.

His jeans are worn-out and ripped in some spots, and they’re form fitting enough that you can easily see the prominent curve of his backside. He peers back over at you as he uses one toned shoulder to nudge open a door at the end of the hall, catching you ogle him, which he appears to take rude delight in.

“I see you’re assessing the merchandise,” he snickers with a shake of his head, guiding you into the shadowed bedroom. This remark causes your cheeks to flush deep red, which becomes apparent to Billy when he switches on the light. His smile grows, eyes glinting deviously. “Aw, don’t be shy, sweetheart. I see you looking at school all the time.”

Your chest tightens at this reveal, which honestly, you hadn’t been anticipating. Is it really that obvious, or is Billy Hargrove a fucking mind reader or something? Do you really stare at his ass that much?!

You sputter out something nonsensical before you’re simultaneously rescued and pushed further into insanity- he takes your chin with a firm grip and directs it upwards, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss becomes rough in a matter of seconds, his teeth sinking into your lower lip, backing you up until you’re in front of the bed. You pull at the white beer-stained fabric of his shirt and whine against his mouth, having to stand on the tips of your toes just to reach him properly.

He’s laughing when he pulls away, shoving you back onto the pale blue comforter. You narrow your eyes irritably, offended that he apparently found your kissing techniques to be amusing. “What’s so fucking funny?”

Billy’s expression sterns at this, taking hold of your jaw so you’re unable to break contact with him. “I’d suggest watching your tone with me, sweetheart.”

He lets go, leaving you panting like a dog, but you manage to contain yourself before he notices. You lean back on your palms, crossing your leg to show off the underside of your thigh as you survey him with doe eyes. “Then explain why you were just laughing at me!”

“S’nothing, really,” he says, the corner of his lips twitching upwards as he tries to stifle a smirk. He knocks you onto your back with a quick prod to your shoulders, bowing down so he’s looking at you from above. He pets your thigh where the seam is currently hiked up, “I just love it when bitches get all worked up for me.”

You scoff, but your brain seems to have short-circuited, leaving you without any ideas for a witty comeback. His statement should have offended you, but instead it ignites a warm, tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach and somewhere else familiar to you.

Clearing your throat, you choke out a puny, “I wasn’t worked up.”

As if on cue, the tips of his fingers make abrupt contact between your legs, where arousal has apparently begun to seep through the fabric of your underwear. Your face flushes when you hear him gasp lowly, his fingers stroking you up and down to assess the damage for himself; your hands fly to your face to hide yourself in shame, but Billy doesn’t make any effort to hide his smugness. “I mean, I dunno, (y/n). I think your panties beg to differ.”

You close your thighs around his hand instinctively, which he obviously doesn’t like, because he grabs both of your knees and forces them apart again.

“You’re gonna fucking lie to me, huh?”

He’s awaiting a response, his nostrils flaring menacingly as his head cocks to one side. You’re intimidated but insanely turned on, even more so when you see his jaw clench at your immediate silence.

“I didn’t mean to lie, Billy,” you say slowly, keeping close watch on how his expression changes (it doesn’t, not really, and somehow that’s more unnerving than any other way he could’ve reacted). “I guess I just didn’t like how cocky you were being.”

“Oh, you didn’t like it.” His tone drips with sarcasm, threading his fingers through your (texture) hair to jerk your head up sharply. “Then why the fuck is your pussy so wet?”

Oh, fuck. You struggle a little under his tight grasp, but not enough to actually make a difference. He stares you down coldly as his hand returns to your underwear, reaching inside this time to actually touch you without a barrier of cotton in the way.

He starts to rub your pussy in unceremonious patterns, and your breath catches in your throat when his palm presses hard against your clit.

“Hear that?” He pushes one finger inside of you and pumps it in and out lazily, producing a crude, wet noise. “That’s the sound of a bitch that’s worked up.”

He laughs, letting your head drop back down against the bed. You’re humiliated, but some part of you wants to see how far this will go, how far he’ll take you from reality. Billy is bigger than you, and stronger than you by far, but even still as he manhandles and overpowers you, you strangely don’t feel unsafe. In fact, you feel almost euphoric.

“Nothing to say? Huh?” He adds a second finger and quickens the pace of his thrusts, sitting down beside you. “Nothing at all?”

You’re too busy moaning to make any sense of what he says, eyes going vacant and glassy as they fix on the ceiling above. You’ve never been fingered like this before- it’s evident he knows what the fuck he’s doing, despite the lack of grace within his demeanor. He places his lips to your neck for a brief moment, teeth scraping the sensitive skin there until you let out a yelp, his free hand snaking up underneath your t-shirt and bra.

“It’s okay to admit that you’re a slut, you know. You really aren’t fooling anyone, anyway,” he continues cruelly, licking his lips as he palms and squeezes at your breasts. When he notices that your eyes are on the ceiling and not his face, he smacks your cheek. “Look at me.”

He stretches his fingers inside you, groaning inwardly at the feeling of you wrapped snugly around him, and you do what he says.

“Say it.” He moves his arm faster, curling his fingers with expertise to thrust against your tight inner walls.

You only get wetter viewing his stern features, the way his brows furrow in a mixture of focus and indignation. You poise a brow, though you’re really only half-lucid. “Say what?”

He takes his hand off your breast and slaps you once again, a little harder this time. It stings, and you huff in frustration, not knowing what you did wrong. “Say that you’re a slut.”

“Wha- no! I’m not!” Why you’re trying so hard to preserve a sense of pride that ceased to exist the second you agreed to accompany Billy to the bedroom, you aren’t completely sure. You don’t have the chance to figure it out either, because in the next moment his fingers are fitted around your neck.

His lips turn up at the corners, but he doesn’t really look like he’s smiling. “We spoke for the first time not even a half hour ago, and now you’re letting me finger fuck you in a stranger’s bedroom. You know what type of girl does that?”

You blink, fairly confident what his answer will be. “A slut?”

“That’s right,” he practically spits, releasing you from his hold on your throat. It hadn’t been enough to restrict your breathing at all, but if he’d applied just a little more pressure, you would’ve been totally at his mercy. It should be a frightening idea, but secretly, it arouses you. “A fucking easy, dirty, dime a dozen slut. So say it.”

“I-I’m a slut,” you say half-heartedly, which is a struggle, considering that he hasn’t slowed his pace at all between your thighs.

“Yeah? And what else?” He keeps his momentum going, at the last minute deciding to add a third finger with a satisfied grin. You cry out, hips wiggling as you attempt to adjust to the intense feeling, which hurts in a way you never want to end.

“I- I’m easy? And filthy, Billy.” His breathing seems to grow slightly more ragged when you say his name, but he doesn’t let himself falter; still, the lapse fills you with a triumphant sensation, and you’re encouraged to continue. “I’m so lucky I came across a man like you, Billy. Somebody who can teach me a lesson for being such a dumb little slut.”

You stretch the word man, assuming it’s a title he’ll appreciate.

He takes in a breath, eyelashes fluttering so subtly you almost miss it. You know you got him, even if he’s not letting it show. “You’re goddamn right about that.”

He adjusts himself so he can run his tongue over your swollen clit, pumping his fingers in and out of you as he does. Your fingernails grasp at the covers underneath your writhing body, back arching as your chest rises and collapses, a long and pitiful moan escaping the back of your throat. He continues until your head is spinning and you don’t know who or where you are, latching his lips around your clit to apply needed suction there. In your moment of incoherence, you still are able to steal a look at the man who has made you come undone with the smallest of efforts; he’s eyeing you from underneath a veil of dark lashes, and though his mouth is hidden between your parted legs, you can see traces of a smirk reflecting in his dilated pupils.

“O-oh fuck. Billy…” you reach out and grab a fistful of his styled waves, your hips pushing against his face shamelessly. He grunts at this action, using his spare hand to swat yours away.

“Don’t fuck up my hair,” he snaps, your arousal glistening on his chin. “And you better not cum without asking me first, bitch.”

You can hear the hot blood pumping through the veins in your neck when he says this; you grind yourself against him, not caring how desperate it makes you seem. “I-I’m gonna, Billy.”

He stops, screwing his face up like he’s deep in thought. “Here’s the thing, (y/n). I don’t see the point in making a bitch cum if she doesn’t do something for me in return. And you haven’t exactly done anything for me, have you? Besides whine like a little cunt.”

You gape back at him, but truthfully, you're not actually that shocked he would pull something like this. Why would a guy like Billy Hargrove give in so easily anyway? Especially when it’s apparent that he takes great pleasure in seeing you squirm.

“I can! I can do whatever you want, Billy.” You bat your eyes at him sweetly, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip in a display that you hope is seductive. “I’m a slut, remember?”

“You think I don’t know that you’d suck my cock?” He sits upright again, and you’re forced to hold in a full-on tantrum. All you want is to cum on his tongue, call out his name until your voice is hoarse and raspy. Why did he have to be such a fucking asshole!? “Every slut I’ve ever met loves to suck me off. They fucking beg me for it. But I don’t think every slut deserves that, y’know?”

“You’re saying I don’t deserve to suck your dick?” you ask in sheer disbelief. He can’t be serious right now, can he? It doesn’t seem like he’s joking, and all he gives you is a prolonged shrug of his shoulders.

“I dunno, (y/n). Do you?”

You figure what he wants you to say- he wants you to degrade yourself, submit all your self-worth over to him for the night. You start to shake your head, and he nods once, ushering you onward.

“N-no, Billy, I don’t. But I really, really want to, Billy. I would do anything to make you cum. I’d be honored to.”

He apparently approves of your choice in words, returning to the former harsh rhythm of his thrusting. He follows this up by nudging your thighs open further and dipping his head to align with your most sensitive area, rolling his tongue effortlessly against your clit.

You’re on the brink of an orgasm within a minute, gasping and bucking your hips in total desperation. “Billy- Billy, I’m…”

You cum, and right then, whatever you were going to say disintegrates into  a thousand pieces right in front of your rolled-back eyes. It’s loud, and embarrassing, probably, but you’re not in the frame of mind to think about anything other than the tsunami of an orgasm that’s encompassing every inch of your trembling body. Only when you’re limp and temporarily braindead does he remove his fingers from you, getting off of the bed and stretching his muscles like he just got back from working out.

“You definitely aren’t sucking me off tonight,” he says flatly, bringing his slick fingers up to wave tauntingly in your face. “Except for this.”

You wordlessly take them into your mouth and taste yourself, not resisting when he purposely pushes them back far enough to gag you. “Maybe some other time, if you’re good, I’ll let you. But right now, you’re still just a cheap whore in my book.”

He retracts his fingers from your mouth, dragging the mixture of saliva and cum down your chin before giving your face a chaste pat. “See you around school, (y/n).”

Then he leaves, shutting the door with one last devilish look behind him. You’re still on your back, barely having recovered from the orgasm Billy inflicted upon you mere moments before, but your mind spins wildly in the wake of his absence. You want him bad- to taste him, to be fucked by him. You don’t care if he treats you badly, or if he even cares for you at all; it’s illogical, but undeniable, the way your body reacts so naturally when he’s nearby.

If you were of sound mind, you’d probably be worrying about whether or not he was telling his friends about you, or wondering if anybody had heard your unabashed cries of ecstasy while Billy was doing his number on you. But you aren’t of sound mind; that much is clear as day.

You roll onto your side, limbs aching. You don’t have it in you to leave the bedroom yet, so you remain in this position for several minutes, merely existing.

For the first time in your high school career, you can’t wait for Monday to come. You have to see him, make him want you; it’s a game of cat-and-mouse that he’s strategically unleashed upon you, but you’re more than willing to play.

All you have to do now is plan your next move.

[sucker4sixx]

Raising hell

Pt.1

PLOT: your rival and you get alittle.. honest

WARNING: body shaming, drug misuse

your band ‘the holy marys’ and ‘mötley crüe’ were well known rival bands, touring with a heap of other bands in a world glam rock tour. the crüe were always placed closer to your band with dressing rooms and plane seats, the managers clearly wanting some fued and more publicity

one night you bump into nikki on your way to your dressing room, he growls down at you and keeps walking with his bass. you always found him sexy but kept it to yourself.

later on when both of your bands had played nikki bust into your room, looking at you as you take off your makeup with a slight sneer in his expression “what? What do you want?” You throw down your makeup wipe, his presence pissing you off “wanted to see how ugly you really are without all that makeup” he smirks and walks closer, his muscular arms placing outside of yours, cornering you where you sat “fucking hideous”. You groan and narrow your eyes at him “your no better, sixx. You only get pussy because your famous not because your “hot”” you lie through your teeth knowing hes the most gorgeous man youve ever seen but he sure was a dick. “Lying isnt a good look on you but.. then again youve not got a good look on you. Loud, rude, annoying and.. well..” he looks down at your belly and you raise your voice “get out my room!” He laughs knowing hes got to you and ruffles your hair roughly, leaving.

The next night before the show your standing at the side of the stage, waiting untill you get called on when you catch nikki, hes sitting on one of the many seats that lay idle, his eyes glued to your body as his foot bounces. You stare for awhile untill his singer approaches him, shoving him playfully, nikki meets your eyes just as you get called to the stage.

Afterwards you walk off, sweaty and hyped up, you walk straight to the backstage bar where the workers and other bands sit and drink, nikkis sitting with a glass of whiskey, a pretty little fan on his lap yapping while he just smiles and nods, as soon as he sees you he places her down and walks to you “hey fatty” he smiles wide, wanting to get under your skin but you just walk by him, he follows you to the bar “well? Nothing?” He asks, leaning on the sticky bar beside you “one, im not fat and two i just had a good show and im not letting you ruin my mood” you dont look at him, mouthing thank you to the bartender who passed you your jack n coke. “Well.. maybe your not fat but you sure have a belly” he pokes it, a genuine smile spreading feeling the squishy skin “dont touch me” you snap back, slapping his hand “someones on their period” vince, the singer of nikkis band says from the other side of you, causing nikki to laugh. “You are both asses” you say, leaving to your dressing room.

That night the bands get together and go to the local club, its bouncing with dance music and stinking of sweat and weed, you get pretty drunk and your too busy dancing to notice nikki standing infront of you “nice moves, sweetheart” he laughs and your eyes open “why are you always around? Why dont you ever go away?!” He laughs, rolling his eyes “well, im like a disease honey.. ill never go away” he grins, grabbing a baggy of white powder from his pocket “but now.. im going away” you quickly grab his arm “well.. maybe, i could join you?” You say, hoping he will let you have a bit of his cocaine. He smiles wolfishly and drags you to the toilets.

Nikki hunches over the bathroom sink as he lays out lines, his hands moving like muscle memory to make the lines perfect. He takes the first line and pinches his nose, stepping back as he smacks your ass to move you forward “dont-“ you cut yourself off, warning him not to touch your ass. After a few lines each you both sit opposite from eachother on the floor of the toilet. “Good shit isnt it?” He mutters, trying to make conversation, when you dont awnser he tilts his head. “Why do you hate me?” He speaks genuinely, catching you off guard. “Well, your mean and you love to pick on me” you raise your eyebrow, he gives you too many reasons to hate you yet cant understand why you do. “I guess i do.. your not too nice yourself” he smirks and crawls over to you, sitting beside you. Theres a silence and he glances to you, his eyes alittle red from the alcohol and drugs. “Can we be serious? Just for a second?” He slurs alittle, you nod, curious “i dont really hate you.. maybe i envy you alittle, your so.. fucking cool” you raise your eyebrow and he goes alittle red, feeling embarrassed “your fucking with me.. and i dont appreciate it” you laugh alittle, scanning his face, seeing a genuine look “right?..” nikki groans and leaps forward, attacking your mouth in a bruising kiss, his hand holding your cheek.

You move your body onto his lap, moving away with a look on uncertainty. He pauses and his hand slide up your outer thighs slowly “this isnt right but it feels so god damn good” he says in confusion “your fucking with me.. i cant eat or sleep without thinking about you” he pulls you in for a hungry kiss again, biting your bottom lip as you moan into his mouth “you need this.. tell me you need this, tell me you feel it” he says desperately. “I… i need it.. i need it nikki” nikki leads your back onto the floor and you laugh “not here.. take me back to your hotel”

You both escape the party and run back to the hotel, you reach his hotel room and a womans waiting on nikki, she smirks and walks over to him, offering him a fuck, he lets go of your hand and places his hand on her hip, thinking about the offer. You stand in shock, he just said he was going to fuck you, what the fuck is he doiqng? What happened to all those nice things he said? “Go ahead.. fuck her then!” You shout in a drunken rage, storming to your hotel room, he doesn’t even look back at you, taking the woman to his room.