#magenta life roleplay

[suckitdeku]

Hisoillu Week(end)

Prompt (08/23): past (first encounter)

Hisoka (24yo) was bored. He needed a new playmate. Illumi Zoldyck (21yo) just fell into his trap.

TW: blood, homie-cide, probably a violent family, stalkering, sexual references, so on and so forth... but just slightly :) also some typos.

This came out by the headcanon that my dear @lumizold and I had about their meeting. We also roleplayed it and it was the time of my life istg. Guess who roled who. Actually pretty easy. Too easy maybe. But here I tried to wrote them both on my own, and he liked the result, so i guess this is... good! At the very least. So shoutout to him for helping me understand better this difficult and majestic character, illumi zoldyck. He's now the boy of my life. And if it wasn't for him, i couldn't have written this as canonic as it- should be? is? well it's just conjugetion, we don't really care.

Enjoy!

Illumi was in the airship, heading towards a spot in the Padokea region where he got an assignment. A very important assignment... which would have made lots of money, according his grandfather Zeno, who just congratuled him for the assignment received. Well, if the Zoldycks' bank account was happy, the Zoldycks would have been happy too. Right?

He didn't question about it, but he had to admit that the request was pretty weird. Asking to a family of assassins for protection wasn't impossible, nor improbable, but... unusual? definiterly the most unusual thing ever happened to him. His square mind couldn't can a so shapeless thought... it was worst than having an uncovered glass of water in your car while speeding... and drifting. Up a montain road. Through sharp bends. In short, the water spills everywhere and you can't keep it in the glass, where it should have been since the beginning... if there were salted pistachios in that glass, they wouldn't have flown all over. Like the water did. He hated water as a kitten does.

Sitting straight and perfectly still in his second class seat, he kept overthinking his job assignment.

He knew little to nothing about it. Nothing too useful, and that was the reason he was ruminating the best way to make things work in case something went wrong upon his arrival.

A wealthy mafia boss has been repeatedly harassed by a real weirdo, whose incredible strength frightened all of his guards (all the hundred persons designated on working on his safety were terrified by him). He followed him everywhere he went, he stopped him to talk and ask him very molest questions. There, he had obtained this description of him: he was a molest man, tall and muscular with "shoulders like this" (you would say it's an accurate description), with magenta hair pulled back that stayed like this as if under an enchantment, a strange clown make-up with a little star and a teardrop under each eye, odd clothes with card suits motif and ridiculous shoes (again, what an accurate description...), but his voice was mellifluous and hardly you could discern his gentleness and his way of fooling you. It was so stressful, dealing with him. And therefore he was easily recognizable.

Illumk kept looking outiside the window.

The mysterious, molest clown was, among other things, a violent. He threatened to kill him in exactly five days, and already got in a fight with his guards, snuck in his super-secured estate's garden... well, he was a public manace walking on well-functioning legs. Illumi already thought that making those legs useless could be a good idea... but the client commissioned the homicide before he could pull out a joke of his, and so be it. In faxt, his job made more sense this way. Protect the client... by killing an enemy. Yes. This way, now, even the water in the glass had become governable in that devious journey.

And he went back to staring out the window.

He just wanted to go back home and see how his little brother Killua was handling their father's care.

?!?

Illumi felt dumbfounded. He wasn't effectively shocked, but... he still was speechless, his big black eyes whose pupils couldn't stand out over their irides were drawn towards the silent estate in front of him.

Corpses.

Corpses, corpses, corpses.

Corpses everywhere in the garden. Were they planted there as decorations, in order to scare the most cowards or were they there to give troubles to the one who had hired them?

One of the floor lamp along the walkaway had been blown. Something was stuck in it, and had short out part of the electric system, and now it was slowly catching fire.

It was... a playing card.

So, he really was dealing with a clown.

As if he was terrified, in that catatonic state of his, Illumi started running through the corpses, jumping over the blood puddles on his way, without sparing a glance at the deads' abhorrent expressions.

He really felt a bit of dread.

If... he failed...

He would not receive his payment! Those two- really serious parents perfectly capable of taking absolutely rational and logic decisions didn't get paid up front. Once, he tried to advice them about that little, hazardous detail... but after receiving that slap from his father, he couldn't even remember what was so hazardous about getting paid when the job was finished. And now they risked receiving nothing.

And yet, Illumi was right on time... he got embarked like a robot on the first available transportation, with the confidence that the clown would have made his appearence in eighteen hours circa... instead, the clown arrived and made them all dead. Deads. Deads everywhere.

Deads everywhere in every hallway he passed through. Was that a finger, that one he was seeing hanging on the wall with a card? Oh, yeah, it really was a finger. A little finger. Certainly a little finger, because the severed hand five meters further ahead was missing a little finger.

Macabre and thorny details passed under his unperturbed glare to embed in his mind, as if pinning them with pins on an enormous board. It was the summary of all the things he should be reporting his dad, along with his ass in order to let him whip it to a pulp, probably.

He began to spy a room, the only one with an open door, the warm light escaping by slithering through the threshold.

Corpses. Corpses everywhere. A man hanging on the wall, and one crawling to the door to escape, were the ones who immediately caught his big eyes.

A mature man, around his 50s and bald, was being held by the throat by... a... a guy really tall, and big... with a giggle sweet as honey, kind of mellifluous, his pale, muscular arms with protruding veins stretched towards the adult. Something about his appearence seemed off, but he didn't pay that much attention.

He was toying with the man. Like a white kitten pawing maliciously at a tailless lizard, already mortally wounded by his claws and canines. The man almost didn't try to free himself, but he looked like he was waiting for a miracle, a small glimmer of salvation to get his paws off of him.

They were the only ones alive.

— Oh, I guess I have visitors~

His murmur wasn't directed to anyone buy the adult between his hands, who he hold tightly. His face was vermilion. He could already see, already imagine them, some ecchymosis in his eyes, the attempts to free himself getting irregular and limp, his strangled sounds disappearing...

He finally showed himself up, throwing one of his pins already infused with Nen against the clown.

He, just as an expert performer in the circus, looked like he was expecting the pin as if it was a circus act he and his most trustworthy partner tried a thousand times. He moved even before the pin was ready to be flung, and... that was a matter of instants.

He bend his knees, threw back his head and all of his body. His back was a perfect arch in that pose so uncomfortable and artistic altogether. His hair, apparently with nothing left to hold it up, were now slipping across his face with oh so perfect features.

He abruptly released his victim in order to stay in that position, and the man stumbled in place for a single moment.

And threw himself back onto the clown, taking a breath in the process.

He jolted. Illumi, inside his soul, did the same.

The pin ended up on his jugular, and the man kept a hand on his neck, dazed. From the way he staggered you could tell he was dizzy.

With a wince which made him lose his playful smirk, the clown crouched down, ready to spring into action. His hair was in plac- his hair was in place, when had he recombed them?

He was glaring at the pin, without worrying about Illumi two meters away from them. He glared it. And glared at the man, while he was taking the unusual weapon and removing it from his neck. It was disgust. Disgust for his stupidity.

The man tumbled with a thud. His vertigo more dizzy than before with every squirt of blood gushing out the wound, now more deadly than before.

— Everyone knows that wounds with the weapon still inside should not be touched.

Both him and the Zoldyck watched him pant with wide eyes. The realization about his screw-up had hit him hard, just like the thought he was dying. The unknown man, pulling out a playing card, wondered if the victim of that cruel fate was thinking of something in particular: a warm greeting to his liver or the burning desire to spit on his father's and his assassin's tomb. They observed his life slip away from his eyes.

— If the weapon is still inside, you still have the chance to save your life yourself.

A strangled sound.

His eyes glassy.

An embarassing silence. The Zoldyck was stuck and static. He wasn't swinging lightly on his own feet. He wasn't shifting his weight from a side to the other, and he wasn't looking away from the new cadaver, still warm. He looked nervous in his own way. He was extremely illegible.

— Don't tell me that the one whose life I just casually took away was the mafia boss who instructed me to kill you.

— No no~ — the stranger laughed, turning to face him. That Zoldyck was so ugly and ungroomed... black hair cutted in a bob, his athletic figure concealed by a banal track suit in unattractive colors or... generally not very colorful. And it was such a shame, because his doll-like eyes, his perfect and also symmetric features, summed up with those thin, pinky lips with an adorable shape were really attractive. — He was head of the guards.

— So where did you left the person I'm looking for?

— Right at your feet, asking for mercy~

Illumi lowered his gaze. There was the man he previously saw, ho looked like he was crawling for his dear life.

Illumi took a deep breath, staring at him without batting an eye. Literally. Not a movement. He didn't even looked mad. No throbbing vein on his neck. Nor sweat droplets.

The maniac tried to incite him.

— I got bored waiting for you~ I decided to kill time playing cat and mouse. Or mice~ obviously you can see they're city mice~ they didn't run away from me well enough... I had to kill 'em all to satisfy my bloodlus-

The Zoldyck turned around, and calmly started walking away.

The maniac stayed there, looking at the threshold, batting his lashes with surprise.

Was he dumb?

He jogged after him, as if nothing had happened.

!?!

— Weren't you going to kill me~?

— Stop moaning and lower your voice.

— Coomee ooon~ answer me~

— I haven't been paid.

— Yeah, no shit, you didn't finish your job yet if I'm still alive~

— He who hired me is dead. The contract is no longer valid. I'm going back home.

— To mommy and daddy, huh~?

— Yes. If I'm going back home I'm going back to them. Not to other people.

— And don't you want to entertain yourself with me, killing time together~?

— No. I don't have time.

— Yes you have, that guy's dead and no one can disturb us while we're getting to... know each other~

That maniac was sticling his hands out too much. Yep. Pretty molest. He slapped them away, and the man groaned in pleasure.

— No. I have to go back home and explain this trouble.

— So~? I took away your assignment, you should be mad, or scared of their reactions~

— I'm just pensive.

— What else~?

He developed him in his sticky embrace, whispering in his ear. He believed he was pushing him into talking about more interesting matters, with his own hands brushing and caressing his hips, because he felt shivers running on his skin.

— I feel like. Having a lollipop.

— Here, take it, babyboy.

The Zoldyck, amazed, turned to face him, still in his embrace, as if it was nothing. His eyes weren't surprised, but his arched brows definitely were. Now they were both still, one before the other, and were looking at each other. Then, his black eyes slowly drifted away from the stranger's pure gold irises to halt on his lightly stretched-out hand.

Between tapering fingers, tightly hold between long and sharp nails, there was a small lollipop.

He batted his lashes and took it. It was as thin as a card, under his fingertip, and... seemed a card, for real.

— Are you kidding me?

The lollipop, point of contention of the two hands, suddenly became a card. A jolly.

Too fun. He was being sarcastic.

The man smiled like a fox, his lips stretched and closed, eyes narrowed. — It's a trick~

Illumi squeezed his eyelids, unamused, and took some distance from him to look at his face. His make-up was odd, it was true. He just noticed it. It seemed like a make-up for clown, maybe because of the teardrop and the tiny star, but... clowns didn't paint their face that way. They were... so colourful and showy.

His gaze wenr back to normal, while the man kept staring at him. — You... are not the clown I was looking for, right?

The man lost his smile, and gazed at him. His eyes had lost their light. He didn't seem to be enjoying himself either. — I am a magician, little Zoldyck.

And he parted his lips in a "o", his brows lightly arched as if comprehensive. — So you're not who I'm looking for. — and he added under his breath that, in fact, the magician make-up wasn't included in the identikit, and that he was licky he recognized it. The man's frown deepened.

— I indeed am the one~ you silly~

— No, you're wrong. I'm looking for a clown. He looks exactly like you... but he paints his face like a clown.

— You dummy, I'm the one who persecuted your client~ I did it on purpose, in order to lure you here~

The Zoldyck parted again his thin lips in a "o" shape, and his eyebrows raised, too. Maybe he realized he was in a trap.

— But I was told to look for a clown... you're a magician, I noticed it.

— I am a magician, my name's Hisoka, — he spelled his introduction for the idiot. — As a matter of fact, however, I get mistaken for... a cheap clown.

— Clowns are not cheap. — said the young man. On second thought, he looked really young — They make you laugh, scared and kill people.

— Only in horror movies.

— My life is a horror movie.

Hisoka smiled a little hearing those words. — You're an enjoyable person, little Zoldyck~

— I'm not little. I'm the firstborn.

— But how~ how old are-

He got interrupted by an unpleasant noise. In the quiet of the night, to sweep away the blissful and relaxing sensation of the humid air brushing the naked skin, several sirens got closer to the location of the slaughter.

The Zoldyck started running to the woods. Hisoka, without missing a bit, followed right after.

— And here I thought you enjoyed attention, all eyes on you. — the Zolduck murmured, between a long stride and the other. — Back there, there are lots of eyes ready to watch you and lots of hands ready to catch you.

— But no one could do it like you~

That answer didn't break him down, instead he quickened his pase. Hisoka was stalking him.

— You still haven't ask me a single thing. — he said after one minute of jogging in the wood.

The Zoldyck didn't spare him a single look. — I don't care.

— But we're walking together~

— You're following me.

— Talk to me, coomee oonnn~

— I gotta go.

Hisoka grabbed him in his embrace, forcing the other to stop.

— What's your name~?

— I have no time. — was his crude response

He found himself pointing a pin against his throat, and his Adam's apple grazed it as it bobbed to swallow and moan.

But Hisoka craved for more. He crawled over his body as if he were dying. He didn't care about the pin, may the pain be welcomed, on the contrary. But he needed to be with him.

— I'm bored~ so bored~ I need... someone on my level to fight with~ I've set a trap for you to meet you, little Zoldyck.

So he had revealed his cards. I hoped to intrigue him. It had to intrigue him. He had to get it out of that head somehow. Maybe it would all end in a bloodbath.

But the Zoldyck just kept glaring at him. — I'm sorry. I can't stay here risking to het caught. If you know my surname, you also know my family and the rumors going around us.

Hisoka nodded, purring on him. He wasn't trying to leave his arms anymore. — No one know your names and your faces, so infamous in everywhere in Padokea~

— My father would not appreciate me ending up in jail. — he pointed out. — I don't know about you, but I don't want to get arrested.

Hisoka's face leaned over towards his. — When will I see you again, then~?

And the young man allowed himself to be deceived. He paid no attention to that touch, to those hungry looks, and only said a few words.

— Are you able to remember phone numbers?

A shiver run down his spine. A Zoldyck's phone number was the best he could hope for, obviously after a fuck/fight with one of them. — Ohh~ well, yes, yeah...

— I'm going to tell you. — he cutted short.

But Hisoka moaned, attaching himself on his body. Illumi felt with a growing embarrassment... something poking against his hips. — Oh no, just not right away~ if you write it on my arm... I'll show you a trick and no one will see your number~

The young man stayed still, looking at him. In silence. His eyes shone a bit. — A magic trick?

— I'm a magician for a reason~

He batted his lashes. — Arm. — he streched out his hand.

Hisoka vibrated with excitement, extending it to to him, nonchalantly. He still had his lips streched in that fox-like smirk of his. — How merciful of you~ you allow me to still stay close to you and give me such a cuddle~? I must seem to you to be on the verge of death and in need of one last wish~

The young Zoldyck took something out of his pocket. A small pin, so sharp, the top of it green. Slowly, looking at him in the eye, he started likinv it, his pink tongue leaving saliva at every lick.

Hisoka didn't know exactly what that little show he was witnessing was, but he knew that he didn't mind it at all. His throbbing member between his legs told him so. The warm pang in his stomach told him so. The eyes that became pools of liquid gold at the heavenly sight.

When it was all nice and moist, he dully took it away from his mouth.

— Are you going to write with that~?

— Yes. How are you going to hide the number?

— With my favorites Nen technique, of course~

He carried it lightly against his skin. He pressed the tip gently, and when he broke the skin a trickle of blood flowed calmly.

The night was torn from its quiet by the moans and cries of pleasure of a man, sweetly tortured by a very nice, unique and skilled assassin, who loved to dilate time under his expert touch to prick it with pins.

Hisoka couldn't remember ever feeling so excited.

When their paths separated, the young assassin had discovered that Bungee-gum has the properties of both rubber and gum, and Texture Surprise could be very useful in cases where the wounds needed to be hidden in some way, and Hisoka had discovered that the person with whom he had pleasantly spent minutes of total ecstasy was called Illumi Zoldyck, and that his telephone number was... divine when written in blood.

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[eldritch-spouse]

I wanna peg Grimbly so bad and praise the fuck out of him the whole time. Like yes pretty boy, look at you taking it so well! Keep making those sweet little sounds and cum nice and hard for Mommy❤️

[( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) yes.]

TW: Obviously mommy kink; Minor degradation (giving).

You don't know how it ended this way.

Or, well, you should have seen it coming. Yes, that's more accurate overall.

You already have a natural urge to gravitate towards his kind. Petite, needy, girly. It was hard to think twice about how eager Grimbly was to spend time with you, supposedly a complete stranger, when you were very much dazzled by his cuteness. You know now you're a fool, that you're trapped with a scarily possessive, jealous freak of a monster man who wants to monopolize every second of your life.

It's almost horrifying how someone so small and precious-looking can hold so much malice inside.

Luckily, Grimbly doesn't seem intent in tearing you down, or sucking you dry like a bloodthirsty mosquito- He just wants something very simple, as he puts it.

Your love and attention. Forever.

The mommy thing... Well, while it did shock you how quickly he dropped that bomb on you, Grimbly always had this knowing look to his bright magenta eyes, somehow knowing you were into it, daring you to say otherwise. You rolled with it. Just as you rolled with his desire to be increasingly femme for you, to be under your supposed control and brag about how "possessive" you are to others.

While all of this was decidedly very scary and tentative for you, and at times continues to be, especially considering some of his prior tantrums- You can't really say that it isn't sexually satisfying. Because it is. More than it should be.

It's hard to stay mad at his underhanded little tactics when he flashes you a puppy look and agrees with your scolding, gets flustered by your anger- Tells you to discipline him.

It's mind-boggling how much control this bat monster has over you. You suppose you should be thankful that he doesn't need that much to stay happy. Just a draining level of attention and babying that is steadily becoming more second nature than a chore to you.

" Babyboy? " You call idly, slicking the purple length on your strap.

It's a lengthier one this time. Several bumps give it texture. Considering Grimbly's small size, you think he could be biting off a bit more than he's able to chew here, but the monster's been training with you for this, so you'll trust him if he says he's ready. Aside from the strap, you wear nothing but a flimsy white robe.

A tap tap tap tap rings out, nearing. It's him, those pointed feet that always intrigued you so making their way over. Tip tip tip tap-

The door to the bedroom opens and your short, ever-pretty boyfriend walks in. You don't know what he was up to these past moments, Grimby just said he needed to prepare. Though, the moment you turn around to face him, hand still around the silicone cock, you freeze.

He's... He dressed for the occasion.

A... A maid's dress? Sort of? Yes, a very light pink, frilled maid's dress. He didn't say anything about roleplaying, but you could roll with it, especially since it looks soooo cute on his petite figure. It looks bouncy and hugs his waist perfectly, there's- Oh lord, he even put a bow around his tail, this goof. You know he must have spent a small fortune on those custom elbow-length gloves too. Has he been planning this for long?

You silently raise an eyebrow at Grimbly.

" A-Ah so- What do you think, mommy? " He does a twirl just for good measure, a dust of color to his cheeks.

" I think it's gorgeous baby- But when did you buy that? " God, you really hope he did it with his own money, that shit looks fucking expensive. You cannot take another blow to your wallet right now.

The bat waves. " I- Well, I actually had it for a couple of weeks now! You know, sometimes we have to dress nicer for big occasions, and I'm thinking of bringing this one to work... " He pauses, now twiddling his fingers and avoiding looking you in the eye. " ... But I wanted you to help me make a good memory in it first. "

A blood vessel bursts somewhere in your body.

That's right, he's a waiter. At that really odd place he keeps talking about. It's strange, you've asked to see it before but your vampiric little pest keeps insisting it's not that important. That not a lot of humans go there, that his coworkers are kinda lame. Smells fishy, he clearly avoids talking about his job, and while that puts you off a tad, you know Grimbly isn't as cutesy and innocent as he looks- So maybe it really is wise not to push him on this topic.

" You want to get railed in your new work outfit? My, what a dirty boy. " You snicker.

He winks, flashing you his tongue.

" Lift it. " You order.

" H- Huh? "

There's a beat of stunted silence.

" Lift that skirt, I want to see what's beneath it. "

The small monster "hum"s and "ha"s a couple more times, heat steadily pooling on that pale face while his legs shimmy together. He doesn't dare defy you for long, grabbing the hem and slowly dragging it up to reveal-

Nothing.

Exactly as you expected.

" Tsk, and you think that's decent? "

He shakes his head, but his tail wags.

You march up to the monster, delighting in the confusion shining through those big round eyes as you grab him by the exposed slit none too gently. Grimbly yelps, quickly curling forward.

" What's stopping anyone from just walking up to you and taking what they want, huh? "

He gasps, caught up in the feeling of you rubbing at him incessantly, evoking all the finesse of a greasy pervert who'd want nothing more than to cop a feel of his local waitress- Probably some of the creeps he has to deal with.

" Answer me, babyboy. "

" N- Nothing! "

" Exactly. " You jam two fingers into him, neither slow nor careful, hooking them for good measure. " What's stopping me from touching you everywhere, from using you like the common fucking street whore? "

" Nothing mommy- " He's teary-eyed already, trying to grind onto the sudden intrusion.

Tutting quietly, you take several steps back, keeping your digits firmly inside his wet hole so Grimbly has to follow as well, effectively being led around by the slit. There's no curbing the smirk that decorates your face when you feel his cock brush your hand, jumping in excitement at being manhandled.

You lead him to the bed, picking Grimbly up with little effort -Thank fuck he's so light- And tossing him onto the sheets. He lands on his back, dress scrambled, already biting his lip. The lack of a barrier allows his equally cute cock to slip out, and some part of you thinks he should have put a bow on it too. To complete the look.

" Did you prep? " You ask, climbing on after him, hands on his legs.

" Y- Yes, mommy. " Sure enough, once you spread them, you find his hole wet with the shine of lube already.

" Good boy. "

You flip him around mid-purr, always happy to be able to handle him so roughly. It's a novelty.

Grimbly's practiced enough to raise his ass and plant his head on the pillows, tail kept out of the way as he grinds against your faux member. Needy slut. You know you could slam inside and he would probably only moan for more.

A devious idea pops into your head.

" M- Mommy? " The bat monster questions when you refuse to initiate anything. " ... Please fuck me? "

Hah cute, he thinks you want him to beg.

" No baby, I want you to work for it. "

You know you're treading a line here, Grimbly's such a pillow princess, it's a challenge to get him to move it. He whines already.

" Ah ah, none of that. " Curving over him, your thighs dwarfing his, you whisper where his ear would be. " You're going to fuck yourself on my dick, and then maybe, I'll give you that plowing you want so bad... "

You're close enough to feel his whole body shudder.

" Got it, sweetie? "

Grimbly moans something incomprehensible, shifts so the very tip of the silicone toy prods at his entrance, and turns to look at you with a heated nod.

Even if you don't feel a lick of it, the sight of him sliding back onto your girth is hot enough that you both moan in unison.

[satansbiggestkinnie]

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Personal - Basics

[Race/Species]

Demon [X] Angel [] Human [] Other: [X]

[Age] 17

[Birthday] September 15

[Height] 193cm/6'4

[Fingernail Polish Color(s)] black and yellow

[Hair color/description] They actually have strawberry blonde hair,a mix of their father and their mother. However,due to their disdain of Asmo and their love for Mephistopheles,they dye it magenta like him. But a light shade. You can see the roots a little. They like to style their hair in a long mullet,because they feel like it contrasts Asmo.

Personal - In-depth

[Gender or no | Pronoun(s)] Transfer - She/It/They

[Sexual/Romantic Orientation or lack thereof] Omni + poly

[Occupation Before Devildom Life] Being a lonely child who was left to die in the streets by their mother.

[Favorite Color(s)] Magenta + red + orange + blue + pink

[Personality] Jewel is rather shy and nervous when around people she admires. But when they find someone or something they like and/or trust,they get SUPER energetic and bubbly. And despite being Asmodeus's child,they're quite insecure. Despite it's kindness,they can be MERCYLESSLY blunt by accident. Also,sometimes,they don't take others' feelings into consideration,as hard as they try to.

But..

The thing is,sometimes it feels like it doesn't have a personality. Like she only ever feels emotions when she wants to make someone happy.

All their opinions come from others.

MBTI: ENTJ

Ennagram: The Investigator (?)

Zodiac: Leo

Personal - Other

[Likes] Spicy food,drawing,murder, and chaos (secret),gossiping,surfing,math,Mephistopheles,Raphael,Thirteen,Lucifer,and Spiderman,Levi and Thirteen's passionate rambling,when Beel gives them food even though food has lost it's taste a bit

[Dislikes] Themself,sweets,Asmodeus (sorta),dogs,enemies of Mephistopheles,when people are disappointed in them,their mom,when Lord Diavolo doesn't pay attention to Mephistopheles,being ignored,being left alone

[Positive Traits] Kind,excited,bubbly,supportive,loyal to a fault

[Negative Traits] Blunt,uncaring at times,cold,self-loathing,empty

Relationships

• Fears | Dislikes | Acquaintances | Friends | Close Friends | Crush | Loves | Indifferent | Tolerates | Respects | Suspicious

[With Demons]

Lucifer - "Lucifer..? He's.. SO COOL!! I WANT TO BE JUST LIKE HIM!! Just think about how he never leaves his family - he does everything for them! He would never leave any of his loved ones ever!! :3"

Mammon - "Mmm.. I don't like it when he causes trouble for Lucifer. But sometimes he buys me stuff. Most of the time, I don't feel anything about them, though. I do like how genuinely energetic and caring he is. Makes me.. jealous? I'm not sure."

Leviathan - "He's so passionate.. despite how much he hates himself. I wish I was like him. Is this envy? Is this what it means to feel? I don't like it. Nonetheless,I like learning about him and his interests."

Satan - "Satan? ...I suppose I can relate to him.. but he's such good friends with.. my dad. I don't know if I want to talk to him."

Asmodeus - "My dad? He.. He's fine!! Just a lil awkward!! :D"

"Why did you leave me to rot. I'm like this because of you,I hate you,I hate you,why am I like you,why,why,why,WHY-"

Beelzebub - "He's so fun and uh silly as the kids say!! He cares about his family a lot and I admire him for it!! :D"

Belphegor - "He.. worries me. Is this what I might be if I become to rude? Show my real self? I don't want that to happen.. yet at the same time,I feel bad for him. But I find him incompetent as well."

Diavolo - "I guess it's nice to hear how passionate he is about humans. Honestly.. sometimes he scares me. Or annoys me even. None of that matters because Mephi and Luci love him,so he's okay in my book^^

Barbatos - "Intimidating!! :( But why is he so afraid of rats? Is he dumb? I'm sorry.. that was rude."

Mephistopheles - "He means everything to me. He was the one that found me and took care of me. I want to be as genuinely caring as him one day. He's like my dad!! <3"

[With Angels]

Simeon - "Wooowie!! How nice and kind! You're hiding something behind that dumb smile. I'm sorry But then again,being treating with such kindness is nice. But I still feel empty. And.. Lord Diavolo doesn't like him,and Mephi likes Lord Diavolo.. so maybe Mephi hates Simeon? I'll have to check before deciding on the correct and smart decision."

Luke - "Mephi likes him,then so do I! But.. I don't interact with many children. They seem.. pure. And genuine. And vulnerable. I wonder,is it because he's an angel? I feel strangely protective towards him. I'm not letting him get hurt!! Physically and emotionally.. even if it means I have to lie about the taste of his baking."

Michael - "He sounds interesting.. Luke likes him so maybe he's super,duper,cool? :>"

Raphael - "I wonder how it feels like to be able to show your cold demeanour without being judged.. just stop poking spears at people!! :("

[With Others]

Solomon - "Mm.. he's best friends with my dad.. and he keeps trying to get me to like both of them. I do appreciate the little house he gave me in the human realm.."

Thirteen - "SHE HELPED RAISE ME!! >< She's super cool!! I tried to make my fashion sense like hers and Mephi!! Dontcha just love the mischievous Grim Reaper? And she dedicates so much time to her craft!! It's impressive!!"

Favorite Things About the Devildom

[Favorite Job(s)] Anywhere they can make someone proud

[Favorite Place(s) to Hang at] Mephi's house

[Favorite Food(s)] Sour gummies + Luke's baking

[Favorite Class Subject(s)] Devildom History (cause they like reading about Luci and Mephi)

[Favorite Devildom Version of Something from the human realm] Akuzon

Least Favorite Things About the Devildom

[Least Favorite Job(s)] None

[Least Favorite Places to Go] Asmo's room for bonding time

[Least Favorite Foods] Anything that hurts your tongue

[Disliked Class Subject(s)] Any lust related subjects

[Stuff that Can be Considered a Negative About the Devildom] Being viewed as weird and/or hyper

Personality Chart

[numberonephoenix]

Hi! My name is Phoenix and I'm 17, My pronouns are she/they.

I currently have a boyfriend.

I am currently diagnosed with chronic depression, chronic PTSD, and anxiety.

My favorite colors are dusk blue and magenta.

I'm obsessed with rocks and taking photos of things I think are bonita!

Cats over dogs any day. I do have a sassy little cat who's very asocial and kind of a little bitch but I still love her anyways.

I play Red Dead Redemption, Cod, Resident evil, Outlast, Minecraft!

I enjoy story writing and role-playing, with my ocs and like to find other roleplay partners.

Dr pepper is the love of my life♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

Block, don't report because this is my safe space.

[demcnsinmymind]

BASICS

Full name: Lance Preston

Nicknames/aliases: Literally doesn't have a nickname, might just kick you if you call him Lancelot. Post canon, he goes by the alias 'Sean' to keep himself out of focus from Aza/thoth's cult and the police

Height: 6'2"

Age: February 18th, 1968. 35 years, and his age has gotten super messed up since canon. He lost 9 months inside Collingwood but has been missing for 13 years outside. Technically, that places him at 48 post canon, but biologically and physically, he's still 35 years old. Due to Aza/thoth's chronokinesis, his age will continue to be all sorts of messed up to the point of being half frozen every now and then

Number of eyes: 1 1/2 at most by now. Technically, he's half blind, his left eye having lost sight due to complications from Friedkin's lobotomy. However, due to Aza/thoth's biokinesis, this also is in constant flux depending on its influence over the years. With Azzy included - who knows how many there are????

Spoken languages: English. Spanish, little bit of latin.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

Hair colour: Dark brown bordering on black.

Eye colour: Hazel, and it's one huge ???? Depending on the light, they're brown, amber, grey, or even blue. When Az starts to go funky, there's twirls of magenta and indecipherable colors in there, including ones that can't be seen by the human eye but might be picked up by supes such as werewolves and the likes.

Skin tone: white

Body type: lean, slender, bordering on skinny. still trying to put on some more weight and muscle post near starving to death, but has always been fairly slim. very tall though.

Dominant hand: Right

Posture: very confident, straight forward, open, unwavering, steady, also delicate/graceful movements of his hands especially Scars: prominent scar underneath his left eye from a trans-orbital lobotomy

Tattoos: none

Most noticeable features: scar underneath his left eye, long neck, hair, smile, eyes

CHILDHOOD

Place of birth: Edmonds, Washington

Siblings: none

Parents: Deliah Rogerson and William Preston

ADULT LIFE

Occupation: television host / producer / director / freelance filmmaker

Current residence(s): none, on the run and on his way back to Los Angeles / Seattle where he used to live and have family

Close friends: canonically: himself, post-canon : no one / Aza/thoth, @badassxbirdy

Relationship status: a lot of casual things without commitment going on at all times

Criminal record: double murder (self defense / coerced by Aza/thoth)

Vices: sex/lust, pride/ego/overall vanity, shitty reality tv shows/movies, intentional sleep deprivation to get more shit done, whatever it truly is he's got going on with Aza/thoth

SEX & ROMANCE

Sexual orientation: aromantic heterosexual

Preferred sexual role: switch through and through

Libido: very high.

Turn-ons: lots of touching/skin contact/intimacy, anonymity/sex with strangers, hair pulling, roleplaying, long foreplay bordering on edging, going down on his partner, being watched / watching, open recurring 'relationships', laughter/jokes/fun, intellect, when his partner is very passionate about something, a challenge/competitiveness

Turn-offs: excessive dirty talk / cheap porn behavior, being restrained/tied down/degraded, romance/romantic talk/expectations, boring personality

Love language: acts of service and physical touch

Relationship tendencies: you're friends? you're female/nonbinary? chances are he absolutely wants to have sex with you at some point. You want him as your sole romantic partner and tie him down in any way that isn't casual/no strings attached/playful? you mind him having fun with other people too? he'll nope out of it so fast. Read : bordering on relationship phobic/repulsed, but still looking for deep friendships with sexual benefits, other than that : comfortable lone wolf and his own best friend, one night stands

MISCELLANEOUS

Hobbies to pass time: writing, writing, writing stories/scripts, sports such as running/basketball, collecting and listening to music, reading, movies, just movies

Mental illnesses: stockholm syndrome, severe ptsd, anxiety and panic disorder, major depressive disorder insomnia, phobias (fear of doctors/hospitals/medical equipment), graphomania, recurring severe nightmares & flashbacks

Self-confidence level: very high

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[milkplusvn]

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Well, everyone, what an active year it was for milk+ visual! After years of near-radio silence with hardly any blips from time to time, it's nice to finally be back in the development ring. Kinda feels like we've been broken out of amber!

Last year, we released the 5th anniversary definitive edition of Soundless, raised $320 USD in relief donations, and basically nearly completed Three Lilies and Their Ghost Stories. I am so very proud of all these accomplishments, and I'm happy that everyone has enjoyed their time with the new stuff and helped out with getting money to people in need.

We also got a new member of the team on board: Cherimoya! While Cherimoya is currently simply assisting with things like promotional art and editing from time to time, Cherimoya will soon be helping with writing as well.

This year, we can look forward to more great things. Here's the plan so far, granted nothing goes awry:

Three Lilies Release

Obviously.

I’ve been holding off on doing much because of the holidays. Actual progress update this week!

One Month Break & New Mascot

Exactly what it says! After Three Lilies is out, there will be a one month break. Need to replenish the juice.

During this one month development break, Magenta's girlfriend will finally be incorporated into the branding and her official design sheet will be released. Meet Monochrome Matrimony! She is the girl on the right in the above image!

With a penchant for sharp things, Monochrome was recruited into Magenta's roleplay as the surgeon to her nurse. While Magenta wields a syringe, Monochrome wields a scalpel. She is very creepy and wet unlike her peppy chipper girlfriend.

Neither of these people should be performing any sort of medical procedure!

Soundless Android Port & Art Patch & Artbook

Following the one-month break, development will begin for the Soundless Android port and an art update patch. For the art update patch, players will be able to choose between new art and old for the main story, and the CG gallery will be split into three separate sections: old art, new art, and Adiaphoron.

Naturally, the artbook will come with all the new art. Since the artbook wasn’t released at the end of last year as planned, might as well just put it in and release later, right?

7388 Development Starts Up Again

Once everything Soundless is at last squared away, 7388 will at last be worked on again!

At this time, a release can't really be divined from this roadmap. However, making 7388 a commercial project is being floated so that future projects can be better funded. The sale price likely won't be very much. It would be cool if it released at the end of next year, though. But I'm asking a lot from myself there.

The structure is going to be very fun if I can figure out how to organize it...! I'll explain more later.

Releasing on Steam

In the past, I have been wary about releasing anything on Steam due to its bad track record with visual novels, its DRM, and its underhanded tactics to secure a monopoly. However, should the current model of releasing only on Itch remain not viable, Steam may be pursued as another platform to sell on. Because that's life, I guess.

In the event this happens, 7388 would get priority, and then if I'm able to make the $200 to get them on there, Soundless and Three Lilies would be added to our Steam catalog as well. Due to its content, POLYCHROMANIA will not be considered for sale on Steam (or at the very least, I don't plan on fighting Steam alone for that one).

About POLYCHROMANIA

Development for POLYCHROMANIA will begin again after 7388 is released. One thing at a time.

That concludes this (kind of late) New Year’s post. HAPPY NEW YURI!

[collectcr]

🌞🌗🌟RULES AND INFORMATION!🌟🌓🌞

⭐HELLO THERE! The name I go by online Kris, and I'm an Aspiring Filipino roleplayer! I use She/Her pronouns most of the time, and I've been in the RPC for a few years! I have ADHD, and a bit of a hard time remembering things. Please do also excuse any spelling and grammar mistakes in our RP threads! My interests are cartoons, anime, video games and a lot more! Right my interests are placed in: The Owl House! ⭐

🌞INTERACTIONS🌞

• If I seem to 'ignore' you, I might just be busy or out of the house! On the occasions I don't respond after a few days, please remind me because I might have forgotten!😅

•This is a Multi-fandom blog, so crossovers are welcome! And I will be interacting with different fandoms that interest me for that reason!

•I will be mostly roleplaying as close to canon as I can, but aus are welcome too! I will include AU's and other timelines we could use down below.

•English is not my first language, so I apologise if my wording or way of speaking is a bit too bland.

•There will be no smut on this blog. There might however be other mature content like violence and stuff like that! Though maybe it'll mostly just be mentions of it.

•Feel free to point out any spelling/grammatical mistakes! Sometimes I don't spot them before responding-

•If something I do or say makes you uncomfy, please do tell me!:)

🌗SHIPPING?🌓

•The Collector is Child-like, and looks like one too, so I won't do shipping on this blog, but please feel free to reach out to me if you want to do a platonic ship!

• Though for the RP, if other characters come into play, then you're welcome to add ships! Just not for The Collector themselves!

🌠ABOUT THE COLLECTOR🌠

//OOC: I just copy and pasted most stuff from the wiki- ;w;

• The Collector is a former antagonist of The Owl House, acting as the secondary antagonist of the second season and one of two central antagonists of the third season. A mysterious, god-like entity known as a Collector, he  was originally trapped inside the In Between Realm where they spent centuries awaiting their release. When assistance arrived in the form of Emperor Belos, The Collector helped the emperor with the Day of Unity in exchange for his freedom. Once the event proceeded as planned, Belos went back on his word and abandoned The Collector in his prison, only to be freed from it later by King. Upon his release, The Collector took over the Boiling Isles and turned it into his personal playground, with King as his bound companion.

•During his takeover, The Collector resided in the Archive House with King, together partaking in a game with the transformed citizens acting out the adventures of King's life. After Luz helps them understand their wrongdoings, they help protect the citizens during Belos' attack and help fix the Boiling Isles, including reversing the puppet spells he placed on the Boiling Isles citizens. He chooses to return to his home among the stars for introspection, occasionally returning to the Isles to visit his new friends!

💫THE COLLECTOR'S APPEARANCE 💫

•The Collector is a short humanoid being with childlike features. He has tan-yellow skin, bushy white hair and eyebrows, an upward-pointing nose and a large pale blue blotch that eclipses the left side of his face, giving the right side the appearance of a crescent moon shape. The Collector's eyes are yellow and have narrow pupils with scarlet irises. His left leg also appears to be pale blue.

•The Collector wears full-body clothing resembling robes or pajamas with an oversized collar and sleeves. His clothes are split between dark blue on the right and periwinkle-gray on the left. The sleeves have these colors switched, with the right sleeve being periwinkle with blue suns and the left sleeve being blue with periwinkle crescent moons, as well as a magenta border on the rims of the cuffs. He wears a dark purple nightcap with magenta trim and light star-esque spots. He wears dark blue shoes with light gray pom-poms on them. Additionally, he wears a light pink pendant with a purple crescent moon face around his neck.

•The Collector has three small, dark blue stars on his left cheek. On some occasions, usually if he is using magic whilst experiencing strong emotions, such as anger or excitement, his eyes emit a bright glow.

🌃THE COLLECTOR'S PERSONALITY🌃

•The Collector is depicted as a childish and mercurial entity. He is motivated by simple desires, wanting to have fun and play games with others, which he shows in his interactions with Belos, but much like a child, he gets quite emotional and impatient when his wants are not met. He partakes in theatrics often, speaking riddles and rhymes, although he will quickly give up on harder words. Despite his childlike attitude, The Collector has proven to be cruel and heartless when crossed. With a temperamental nature and great power at his fingertips, The Collector is a dangerous and unpredictable force that will not hesitate to punish those who upset him and terrifying others into obeying his demands.

✨AU'S AND TIMELINES WE CAN USE✨

• Shadow or Trappes Collector! A timeline where ((RP-er's muse)), found The Collector's tablet before Philip did.

•The Collector's reign timeline! A timeline where The Collector meets ((The RP-er's muse)), just as they were turning people into puppets in The Boiling Isles!

•The Collector goes back to the stars/Wandering Star timeline! Takes place in space, or another planet, and The Collector meets ((RP-er's muse)) when traveling!

•Human Realm and adopted AU! An alternate universe where The Collector didn't leave, and instead stayed. They live in both The Owl House, and with Luz's family in the human realm!

[demonofkumotori]

Out of Character Notes

Scribe

Scribe is neither human, demon, nor both. They're alive, and that's about all anyone knows.

Yushiro could probably perceive them just fine, given what his Demon Blood Art deals with. At the very least he'd be able to sense they were around.

Scribe studies the habits, behaviors, and interactions of demons out of curiosity. They're dedicated to unraveling just how much of a person remains after the transition from human to demon.

Scribe's favorite color is magenta.

Scribe doesn't need to eat, but enjoys eating anyways. Their favorite food is ramen.

Scribe serves as a vessel to flesh out things about Kumo that wouldn't make sense to flesh out from Kumo's POV, drop hints about unusual things about Kumo that I'm impatient to display through Kumo directly, and ultimately just to let me have variety

Any asks that address Scribe directly will be treated as something to be answered out-of-character, regardless of context

Kumo

Kumo is extremely shy and unlikely to initiate an interaction with someone entirely brand new to her—especially another demon and especially, especially if they're very obviously more powerful (not hard, she's a very new demon)

Kumo is the main character of this blog, and will be the one answering roleplay based asks

Kumo has ESP (colloquially called Second Sight depending on context the phrase Second Sight was learned in, I got it from the Shonen Onmyoji English Dub), but it only extends to being able to see/hear/interact with the preternatural/supernatural outside of demons

Kumo's ESP is left over from her life as a human.

Kumo is an adult, but having amnesia is a bit of a bitch so she's allowed to be immature and timid

Kumo's desire to find her brother eclipses her hunger in technicality, but only functionally works if she's actively thinking about him

Kumo is 6'9" (~2.1 m/205.7 cm), her double-headed axe has a 5'8" (~1.7 m/172.7 cm) pole/handle

Kumo is so clueless about being a demon that she doesn't know who Muzan is; she's definitely get deja vu from him if she ever met him though

Kumo didn't eat anyone from the village at the base of Mount Kumotori & was spooked away so easily because she was actively trying to think through her hunger; she was so very confused

Kumo thought she recognized Subaro, the one who made a scene about her and scared her off in the first place

[breakneckspeedz]

Hi there, I'm Breakneck the Umbreon. You can call me Break for short (I also go by Malcom but who cares lmao)

(This is a placeholder for an actual picture of me)

Read this DNI. If you fit it you'll be blocked.

I'm a DID alter from the Hydrangea System.

I use He/His. Don't use They/Them for me even though I'm plural I hate those pronouns so fucking much. Thanks.

I'm an RSD symptom holder. This is my vent spot away from the main blog, but also a place for reblogging stuff I like.

I'm also a subsystem, if you see a person called Scruffy talking that's the other guy in my personal brain. (Actually I'm in his but whatever)

Keep in mind I am therian. I don't just like Umbreons, I am one.

I like : Night time, gmod, half life, furry stuff, bright magenta, pokemon, roleplay, stim gifs, and glittery stuff.

My boyfriend from my source has a blog too.

[mysmemagentarp]

                                  We are in FINAL Countdown

https://countingdownto.com/es?c=2686296https://countingdownto.com/es?c=2686296

~ Ray

[mysmemagentarp]

ESPAÑOL

De los mejores crossovers existentes ~ UNKNOWN Visita nuestro server de RP en Discord: “Magenta Life” Hablamos INGLES & ESPAÑOL  

https://mysmemagentarp.tumblr.com/post/188055627394/te-damos-la-bienvenida-a-este-nuestro-tumblr-de

ENGLISH

Best existing crossovers ~UNKNOWN

Visit our Discord RP: “Magenta Life” We speak ENGLISH & SPANISH https://mysmemagentarp.tumblr.com/post/188055627394/te-damos-la-bienvenida-a-este-nuestro-tumblr-de

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[yyparkq]

cuffed

Since you decided to end your arrangement with Jackson six months ago with respect to his newfound girlfriend, you exerted an awful lot of effort to stop yourself from coming back to him every time you’re feeling lonely. Depriving your own self of mindblowing orgasms takes too much of your energy and willpower but thankfully you manage to get by with toys to play with yourself…and occasional hookups from blind dates.

Never in your whole life has your current situation crossed your mind. Even as you usually roleplay and engage in kinks, you never imagined being stuck in a situation so frustrating and embarrassing—thanks for the drought brought to you by the demands of your career and the lack of trustworthy dudes around you to satisfy you.

In your apartment, you have a magnificent view of the setting sun painting the sky a mixed hue of orange and magenta at the veranda, one of your favorite places to spend time contemplating about things. Now is definitely not that time, though. Not when you’re stark naked on your bed with one of your wrists handcuffed in one of your bedposts after your fuck for the night—who turns out to be having a pregnant girlfriend—left you alone in a hurry to attend to some emergency situation just before going down on you.

The situation infuriates the hell out of you. You were too blindsided by your sexual needs earlier that you simply agree to the man’s requests, even if it meant being tied up while being fucked. As soon as you reached your apartment, articles of your clothing were discarded quickly and your wrist ended up being cuffed. The man you were with excused himself for a while when his phone didn’t stop ringing. You expected him to turn his phone off and resume touching your body but to your surprise, you saw him peeking at your door, fully dressed again and with a look of panic and terror in his eyes. Within a few feet away from you, he told you that he actually has a girlfriend and that she’s at the hospital right now about to give birth to their child. What a douche.

You were too shocked to respond immediately and just let him get his way only to remember that your hands are remotely tied as soon as you heard your front door shut.

It was one of those times when you wish you were in your normal logical self. You could have saved yourself the trouble if you noticed immediately that one of your wrists is bound. Looking around the room, you found the nearest piece of clothing you previously wore six feet away from you, too impossible for you to barely reach. The only thing that you could use at that point to cover yourself is the bed sheets where you were lain on.

You couldn’t stay like that forever. You need to act and think quickly before you could actually spend the night helpless in your own apartment.

Fortunately, you noticed that your smartwatch remained fastened around your other wrist—the free wrist—and you were able to call and ask someone for help. You’re too embarrassed to call just anyone so you managed to narrow your list to the two most trustworthy people in your life—your two best friends. The first resort is your girl best friend from college. She’s been one of the constant people in your life and you’re fairly confident the situation will not faze your friendship and she will not judge you at all. But she wasn’t picking up your calls and you’re slowly getting anxious so you opt to phone the other person on your list—Jackson Wang.

As if he’s been waiting for you to call at that moment, Jackson picks up his phone only after a ring. You sighed in relief as you heard his familiar voice on the other line, your stomach tied in knots as you spoke to him, asking him to come over to your apartment immediately, not disclosing the situation yet because you’re too ashamed.

Jackson must have sensed the urgency in your voice even though you tried to act cool since it took him only less than an hour to reach your house. He let himself in using your old passcode he knew very well by heart.

He was dumbfounded when he arrived and saw the situation you are in. For almost five minutes, he was laughing his ass off looking at you and not even bothering to free your wrist from the restraints.

Oh god, you miss him terribly. It’s almost half a year since you’ve been in the same room and in this close proximity with this man and you’d be lying if you say you don’t miss him one bit. After all, he has the ability to cloud your mind any time of the day; most especially at night when you’re lonely and craving someone’s touch.

“So,” he says and clears his throat before continuing. “You need my help?”

You roll your eyes, reminded of how annoying he could be when he’s not pleasing you on the bed. “Why do you think I called you here then? To mock the shit out of me? Get the fucking keys on the kitchen counter, Jackson. Please. For goodness sake!”

He cocks an eyebrow at your tone.

“No, I thought you’re horny and that motherfucker didn’t even get to touch you? You know I’d be glad to help you with your release,” he says, reaching out to caress your thighs on top of the sheets.

You know. To be honest, a part of you hoped you could spend the night with him. He’s irreplaceable. You never found a guy as good as Jackson does make you feel when it comes to bed. Though you never really told him, he’s set the standard too high for all the other guys and you’re evidently struggling because of it. Most guys you dated to fill in the void of him doesn’t come as close to him. They all prioritized their own releases and hardly even cared whether you reached yours or not. It’s frustrating.

You let your free hand clutch the material draped on your chest and feel your heart thump loudly as his hand inched closer to the apex of your thighs. You’re afraid he might feel the wetness still dripping out of your core. After hearing his voice on the other line after a long time, you were reminded of how good he could make you feel with his tongue and hands working wonders on your body and you can’t help but touch yourself once again, having a little fun of your own.

Jackson lifts the cover from your body and you almost shriek when the cold air nip against your flushed skin. Your legs attempt to close together in reflex but both his hands immediately stop it. He takes a good look at your core and smirks at the way your juices were smeared between your legs, visibly staining the light gray sheets beneath you.

“I thought he didn’t even touch you and yet you’re here dripping wet,” he squints at the realization. “Did you touch yourself?” he asks, thumbing between your folds to gather your wetness and bringing his own fingers to his lips.

You stare as Jackson licked your juices off his fingers clean. His eyes turning darker with lust as you moan at the sight of him. At this point, you can feel your core burning with desire more than ever and you couldn’t care less whether or not his pronounced girlfriend finds out about the two of you fucking behind her back. You want him back. He was yours to begin with, anyway.

“I asked you, baby.”

Your pussy clenched at the hoarseness of his voice and you groaned at the fact that nothing’s still inside you. “Fuck me, Jackson.”

“Were you thinking about that motherfucker while touching yourself? You know you can’t get what you want unless you answer my question.”

“God damn it. I was thinking of you. Shit—” you scream when he slaps your pussy quite harshly.

He’s definitely enjoying this. “Watch your words, baby. Now, tell me, what was I doing when you were touching yourself?” he asks before lightly patting your core to ease the pain.

“When—when you..when you ate my pussy during your girlfriend’s birthday party,” you stutter.

He smirks, recalling how he devoured your pussy inside the house while his girlfriend attended to her guests at the party. “Oh, yeah. That was fun.”

The memory and the sight of you squirming beneath him was enough for Jackson to undress to take out his dick and stroke it a few times before running the tip along your folds to lubricate himself.

“You’re still on pill?” he asks and you nod. He hovers over you on the bed.

Jackson kisses you before finally sheathing himself inside of you. He pants and stops moving for a while, letting you adjust around his girth for a few seconds, before thrusting into you. “Fucking tight. I miss you,” he whispers to your ear and lightly bites on the sensitive area of your neck. His hands roam around your body before settling one to play on your clit and the other to massage your breast and pinch your nipple.

Jackson fucked you fast and hard, filling you up deliciously after six fucking months.

The room is filled with your heavy pants and mixed noises of skin slapping against skin and metal clacking of the handcuffs against the bedpost. Your bounded wrist starting to ache but you didn’t mind.

You bite your lip and grip Jackson’s hair harder as you feel yourself nearing your release. “I’m about to cum—fuck, Jackson—stop..oh my god.”

“Good girl,” Jackson praises you for cumming so hard and fast but did not waver with his thrusts.

You quiver and try to stop his hips from moving but he still continues to pound into you, lifting your left leg up and positioning himself from your behind this time. You’re twice as helpless with having only one hand free.

“I want you to cum again, baby girl,” he groans to your ear. His thrusts are getting sloppier signaling his release. He doesn’t have to tell you twice as you came right after him.

Jackson stays buried inside of you for a few more minutes as you two try to catch your breath. Eventually, he gets up and retrieves the keys to your handcuffs from the pocket of his pants.

You stare at him in disbelief. “You had the fucking keys all this time?”

“Yes, I saw it on the couch,” he smirks and unlocks the metal.

“Then why didn’t you remove this shit earlier you motherfucker,”

“You know how much I enjoy seeing you beg baby.”

Jackson grabs a towel from your drawer and cleans you up, not missing the chance to tease you once in a while. He inspects your previously bounded wrists and places light kisses around the marked area.

You were almost touched by the gesture until you remember his girlfriend and the shit you just did behind her back.

“Hey, what about…your girlfriend?” you try to play it cool. Honestly, you don’t even remember her name by now.

“Yeah, we broke up two months ago,” he says nonchalantly.

Two months ago? And he didn’t bother telling you?

[rinnelovebot]

hello hello! May I request sora dating headcannons? <33

A/N: hiya! Sora is absolutely adorable and I LOVE vivid roleplaying, such a cute song. Sora world domination! Thank you sm for the req, anon!

˗ˏˋ • Sora Harukawa dating hc’s

This boy will never ever let your relationship he boring. He’ll always make sure you’re having the time of your life, no matter what you’re doing!

Over the course of your relationship, you’ve found that Sora can never sit still! He has to be up and running around 24/7, and he’ll never leave you behind in that!

Tsumugi and Natsume see you and Sora running around Yumenosaki, hand in hand, wearing bright smiles and laughter echoing off the walls. They think you guys are just the cutest! Sora is super grateful the three of you get along so well.

Sora loves to wave at you from the stage at Switch’s lives, even if you’re watching from home! Originally, Natsume and Tsumugi tried to stop him, but to no avail. And if you can’t beat em, join em! They wave to you from the stage now, as well!

Sora describes you as different colors everyday, from the lightest of sunkissed orange to the darkest of magenta. What can he say, you make him feel something different all the time!

Play video games with him! It’s a great way to bond and learn more about each other. He also thinks your pout when you lose is adorable.

His hugs are lung-squeezingly tight, and sometimes you have to remind him that you, in fact, need oxygen. He’ll apologize with a giggle, and go back to hugging you (just a bit gentler).

During these hugs, he likes to nuzzle your cheek into his own. It’s so soft and comfy! His hugs are heavy and full of his energetic personality, and you both love them! It’s his favorite way of showing his love for you.

He hasn’t a care in the world who’s around, he will kiss you like there’s no tomorrow! He takes both of your cheeks into his soft palms and kisses the breath out of you, his lips soft and youthful.

Natsume gets a bit embarrassed and looks away, but Tsumugi thinks it’s just the cutest! Sora doesn’t mind their reactions, he just wants the world to know how much he loves ya’, you know?

All in all, a relationship with Sora is happy and full of laughter. There is definitely no end in sight for the both of you, and that’s a guarantee.

[zodiacemma]

Here are some suggestions, I know you already have words for some of them but in my opinion these also fit well

Wealth - Cub (since he tends to be one of the richest hermits every season)

War - Doc (because he's always starting/joining wars)

Chaos - Etho (ladders boy is a self proclaimed chaos enjoyer, whenever something chaotic happens either he caused it or someone goes "Etho will like this")

Trading - Impulse (he tends to be the first to set up villager trading services or shops related to trading, like selling emeralds and enchanted books)

Winter - Rendog (I admit this one is mostly because of 3rd life, but also he's very prone to fall into Game of Thornes-esque roleplay regardless of the server he's in)

Color - Stress (her skin is very magenta and has a flower crown, she has also gone into the stained glass business a few times)

Games - Tango (has a background in game developing so he's really good at creating impressive games with lots of mechanics like decked out, which was mostly balanced and super fun, he was also in charge of a gaming district with Etho)

Also, I really agree with using sea for xB since he's associated with guardians, justice for Wels, he used to be a paralegal iirc, also his verse in hermitgang has a lot of legal terms, and mining for TFC because he's a mining machine!

sorry it took a hot minute, but I finally updated the list!

[trinibarra]

*+:｡.｡　TRINITY IBARRA + POST GALLAGHER　｡.｡:+*

➥ Trinity spends part of the summer at home with her family in Florida. After breaking through some of her stifled emotions about Big Momma, she’s been getting better at showing she values her relationships, and she doesn’t mind spending that bit of time at home and with her parents. Her and her dad spend July fixing up a vintage cadillac and unlike Stella, she is obnoxiously open about her private life on social media so there’s tons of photos of it.

➥ Since Martina is returning to Gallagher in the fall, Trinity decides she’s not going to drop out and leave her. Truthfully, Trinity’s lost and while she doesn’t think she wants to be a spy, she also doesn’t know what she wants to do with her life. Part of her wants to stay at Gallagher, so she’ll use family duties as an excuse to kill some more time. She spends her breaks bothering PJ and her summers doing hot girl shit.

➥ In a surprising turn of events, Trinity graduates in 2023. Soon after, she and Scott put their two brain cells together and make plans to open up a bar as business partners. Trinity pitches calling it B&B for Bad & Boujee but then old people keep coming in thinking it’s a Bed & Breakfast so they have to rebrand two months in. Trinity and Scott leave their own fake yelp reviews and long story short the bar is down bad, but they pour a final one out for the boys and laugh about it in an empty venue on closing night. They tried.

➥ After moving back to California to do stunt work, able to get better and safer gigs thanks to her degree, Trinity decides she wants to write a book. So naturally she gets a ghost writer, and publishes “How To Run A Failed Business” -- a help book on maneuvering through failure in the business world. She dedicates her book to Big Momma with the caption “thank you for teaching me that you have to do bad to do better”. Book sales are sexy, just like she is, and she gets a few interviews talking about how she manages being a socialite and a business woman after becoming tiktok famous for her unsolicited advice videos. Basically, she’s a motivational speaker.

➥ Trinity eventually becomes the next lead in ongoing reality romance show The Bachelorette. At the end of the season she has a monologue where she decides to keep her rose for herself, claiming no one can love her how she does, and she’s not ready to give that love to someone else just yet. Two weeks later she’s photographed having brunch with Dwayne Douglas Johnson in Costa Rica, well into his 60s.

➥ Now being a fan favorite TV personality, Trinity occasionally hosts reunion specials. She has a one season ten episode mini-series called Trinity Tries where she meets up with celebrities and old friends and tries to do their job for a day, running with the “fail to succeed” motto. Her first episode follows Priya around for the day, pretending to be a doctor. She shows up to the hospital in a sexy nurse costume. (if you have a character close to Trinity or who would want to be featured on an episode of this with their career, let me know!)

➥ Throughout all this Trinity is still engaged in car nonsense, but much less so than she loves. She takes a few years to get back into driving, now that she’s sitting on a pile of money bigger than her last pile of money. She starts testing and promoting cars, and after doing design work for a while (i.e. telling other people what she thinks would be cool and having them make it happen) she partners with Audi and creates a three car line-up debuted as “Triple-Threat”. A cabriolet in baby blue called Martina. A sleek black pick-up truck called Monique. And a supercar in magenta named after yours truly.

➥ Trinity makes it to 39. Throws herself a televised 24th birthday party.

Playing Trinity has been absolutely one of the most fun experiences I’ve ever had roleplaying and I'm so so thankful to Kashia for letting me take her WC. She really allowed me to go balls out with her canons because she’s so ridiculous. These are some key things that happen in her life to get an idea of where she is/what she’s doing, but locations and time frames are fairly vague so I can plot around them if anyone wants to plot stuff or have a name drop, as per all these posts, dm me!