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selfishdoll · 1 year ago

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❛favorite groupie...❜ ━━ ft. vamp! sukuna

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the last thing you wanted to do was go to a vampire bar just because your best friend’s favorite fanged band was playing. but you did.. and met a certain pink haired drummer whose way too cocky for his own good. luckily, you just love matching energy.

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this story is heavily inspired by the old show “true blood” that i am currently obsessed with. that’s where i get the idea of a vampire bar & the term “fang-banger.” you will see several vamp fics because they’re literally my favorite supernatural creature. also, sukuna is gonna be ooc cause i’m sensitive & can’t make characters too mean 😞. also this got longer then i wanted it to so it’s like 5k+ words. as always please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes.

Arabian Night burned upon the decorated holder rested on your vanity, the subtle notes of hyacinth and carnation tainting the atmosphere— warming the area around you. Your dark eyes were glued to the mirror, staring back at yourself delicately gliding the tube of mascara along your lashes, careful to assure no product got into your eye.

“I can’t believe you’re really making me go to a vampire bar.” The words left your glossed and lined lips in a hiss, eyes rolling the moment you heard your friend attempt to defend herself on facetime. To be frank you didn’t hate vampires. There weren’t many differences between them and humans. They were both beings that simply fed on other things to survive.

A hamburger to a human was no different then blood to a vampire.

But, you still did your best to avoid them. Which was easy since they were limited on when they come out and most establishments didn’t allow them in. Your friend knew this, knew your justifiable fear of being some vampire’s next meal— yet urged and lowkey manipulated you to going to a vampire bar.

“They’re only here for a week! We’re the first place they’re touring— we have to go!”

Through many days of urging, guilt trips, and puppy eyes you caved; declaring it would be cool to see a vampire’s world or even interact with them. You were still scared but the fear was sure to melt, right?

You rose from the plush pink chair, stepping back into the view of the full body mirror pressed against your wall. Placing your glasses back on, you looked over your form, searching for any imperfections. The outfit was simple; a red cropped edhardy jacket, your lacey white bra poking out from underneath. You wore dark blue jeans with a red belt, white thong straps resting high on your hips. You pursed your lips a bit, gliding your fingers through the honey brown lace you wore, watching the curls bounce perfectly. With another glance over and a push of your glasses you were satisfied, sliding your sock covered feet into some white sneakers— grabbing your other necessary belongings shortly after.

You exited your home locking up behind yourself and heading towards your car. You would have driven with your friend but there was a chance she would end up under the arm of some hot vampire.

“Fang-banger..” Was the simple word that escaped your glossed lips, grinning just a tad as you turned the engine over. She would be pissed to hear you call her that.

After about fifty minutes of driving you arrived to the bar, the entrance surrounded by people. You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling the anxiety rose. Sure humans were welcome and you’ve heard relatively good things about this particular establishment.. but there were still vampires.

A being that could end you in a single bite.

The thought alone caused you to shiver, shutting your car off and squeezing the steering wheel. You gave yourself a few moments before pulling your hands away, releasing a deep breath and opening your car door. Exiting it, you closed and locked the vehicle; turning in time to see a bubbly woman rushing towards you.

You instinctively opened your arms, eyes rolling as she practically tossed herself into them. You grumbled as kisses were pressed to your cheek, your best friend thanking you over and over again for coming.

“Yeah, yeah— whatever.” You mused, ignoring her hands groping your ass. Your hands lowered to her shoulders, pushing back a bit. “The band is gonna start soon, right? Come on.”

“Oh, right!” She grinned, pulling away whilst locking her hand around your wrist. You were then tugged towards the bar entrance, your free hand gripping your sleeve nervously. Your eyes peered up at the woman beside the door, her red colored lips pulling into a tiny grin at the sight of you and your friend.

A very toothy grin.

“IDs?” She questioned in a velvety tone, eyes focused on you for a split moment— as if sensing your nervousness. You breathed, reaching into the handbag you carried and grabbing your wallet. There you grabbed your identification, passing it to her while your friend did the same.

The woman glanced over the cards for a moment before nodding, passing them back to you two. “You’re all set, have fun girls.” She winked, stepping to the side to let you both inside.

Your friend giggled excitedly as you entered the bar, your eyes dancing around the area. It was a normal bar really; regular tables, a medium sized stage, and a dance floor. People of many different ethnicities — and species — danced and conversed, enjoying drinks and each other. Seeing a vampire feeding in real life was completely abnormal to the point you couldn’t look away.

“Don’t stare so much, it’s rude.” Your best friend whispered, stealing your attention from the scene. You went to apologize, her only smiling and shaking her head. “Here, let’s get some drinks.” She led you over to the bar, the two of you sitting down as she gained the bartender’s attention. She ordered two simple shots, the man nodding and getting right to them.

“I just.. never expected something like this.” You murmured, eyes dancing about. You did your best on not focusing too hard on a vampire sinking their teeth into someone’s neck or a couple basically humping on the dance floor; instead finding interest in the gothic decor and paintings that depicted the bloodsuckers. You turned back to your friend after the once over, giving a nervous smile. “I expected something bad, I guess.”

Your friend shrugged, flashing a gentle smile— thanking the bartender once your drinks were placed down. “A lot of people do. They hear vamp bar and think the worst.” She spoke softly, grasping her shot glass, watching you grab your own. “Even though I forced you.. I’m really happy you came.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, clinking your glass against hers. “Whatever slut.” You downed your drink, listening to the small snort that escaped your friend before she downed her own.

During this the lights on the stage flicked on, members of the bar shouting in excitement. Your friend did the same, turning in her seat at the bar with the widest grin. “They’re here!”

You could only smile at her excitement for her favorite vampire band known as Malevolence. You forced yourself to listen to their most recent music to appease your friend and while you didn’t hate the songs, it just wasn’t something you could get into.

Sigh.. the things you did for friendship.

You rested against your palm, watching as four individuals trudging on stage. Your eyes traced their forms, not overly impressed until you moved onto the last member. The drummer. He was.. better looking then the other three. Tall with pink hair and a black undercut. He wasn’t slim but wasn’t large either, right in the middle. Along with his physique were tattoos along his arms, the rest of his body covered in a black muscle shirt, baggy pants for bottoms.

“Who’s the drummer?” You questioned, eyes glancing at the bartender and requesting another shot. Your friend blinked as she turned, flashing a smile.

“His name’s Sukuna!” Her smile morphed a bit, a little coy now. “He’s not well liked by the media. He’s a little mean.”

You believed her, given how he scowled at a few fans that shouted his name. Even snapping at his bandmates for something briefly. Any interest you had melted away in that instant.

You straightened as they finished setting up the stage, the guitarist stringing his instrument a few times. You smiled at the bartender as he passed your shot, thanking him and taking a swig.

Soon enough, Malevolence started its first song of the night— the bar singing along to the rough voice of the band. You had to admit, it was nice to hear live and see humans bond over their shared love for the music.

You didn’t totally regret coming here.

The band played for about an hour and a half, fans close to the stage attempting to touch and or be touched by the fanged members. It was all entertaining to see, you and your friend taking several videos for your social media.

They closed out their show around ten o’clock, thanking the audience. You cheered along with the others, grinning and turning to your friend. “That was a lot of fun. They sound so good.”

“I know right!” She giggled, completely geeking out about the band. You listened to her ramble intently, the buzz of the alcohol lighting your senses. During her words, however, she suddenly placed a hand onto her stomach. “I’m sorry, I’ll be right back!”

“Take your time.” You waved the girl off as she rushed over to the bathroom, body turning to face the bar. You unlocked your phone, scrolling through your social media for a moment, simply waiting.

That was until you heard the chair two seats down be moved, followed by an annoyed voice.

“Piss off already. I’m not interested.”

It was no surprise your nosy self turned to spot the one and only Sukuna sitting at the bar, waving off a few girls that surrounded and attempted to touch him. The dejected expressions that clung to their featured nearly saddened you, if amusement didn’t interrupt the emotion.

You took a long stare at the man, watching as he instructed the bartender to pour him a glass of some liquid in a tall dark bottle; not even thanking him once he was served. You hadn’t realized your eyes were still on him until the man turned in his chair, facing you.

“You need something? I already said I’m not interested.”

You blinked a bit, snapping out of your trance whilst placing your arm against the bar. You sucked your teeth, turning. “Do I look like a fang banger to you?” You questioned, tone a little rude. From the corner of your eye you spotted the man taking a sip from the glass, tongue gliding across his bottom lip.

“No.” Sukuna started softly, fingers tapping against the short glass. “More like some needy groupie.” His tone was mocking, watching in amusement as you turned to face him with a subtle snarl.

It took a moment for you to reply, raising your shot glass and downing the rest of the alcohol. The burning sensation covered your body, melting your usual filter away. “Even if I was a groupie, I would try to fuck the singer— even the guitarist.” You murmured, knowing his inhuman ears would pick up each word. “Not some vamp that beats on the drums.”

His eyebrows rose, releasing a breathy chuckle as he took another gulp from his glass. You watched carefully, breathing the moment you noticed the hint of red staining his fangs. How his tongue glided to collect the residue, clearly enjoying the liquid you now realized was blood. Sukuna’s eyes landed on you once again, the glass clinking against the bar the moment he placed it down.

“You got a lot of mouth.. defending yourself pretty hard too.”

“And you’re implying?”

Sukuna gave a crooked grin, tapping the counter to which the bartender stepped over to fill his glass back up. “You’re just trynna convince yourself you don’t want me. Scared of being a fang banger?” The vampire’s tone was mocking again, enjoying the way you glared and snarled.

“Please.” You hissed softly, shifting in your seat, ignoring the warmth flooding through your body. “Ain’t shit to be scared of. Vampires are no different from a human man.”

To your surprise the man began to laugh, hunched over the bar with his forehead nearly pressing against the brown wood. You felt your cheeks flush with warmth the moment eyes turned to your spot at the bar, sinking into yourself.

“Sweetheart—“ He begun, laughter ceasing into nothing more than a snort. “I assure you I’m different than any other human man that you’ve been with.”

“Why, because you’re cold with no beating heart?”

“No, cause I’ll fuck the attitude out of you permanently.” Sukuna responded far too quickly, watching you gape like a fish for a moment, finally deciding to keep your mouth shut and turning to face the bar. He smirked at this, leaning on his elbow and tilting his head. “Cat got your tongue?”

You closed your eyes, breathing softly. You weren’t a fang-banger, you tried to convince yourself; attempting to ignore how much you were closing your legs together— avoiding his eyes that just highlighted he knew what you were abstaining from.

But as a moment of silence passed you felt that restraint dwindle. Whether the alcohol, Sukuna, or just you being fucking reckless— any logical part of your brain was rendered useless.

So, while pushing your glasses up you turned to face his awaiting gaze. “Prove it.” You dared softly, tilting your head at him.

Sukuna’s mouth quirked, tongue running along his bottom lip as he turned to the bartender. “Put it on my tab. Hers too.” He spoke, rising from his barstool. His hands found his pockets, motioning for you to follow with a tilt of his head. Rather quickly — embarrassingly so — you grabbed your things, following close behind him.

“My name is (Y/N), not her.”

“Think I like sweetheart better.” Sukuna spoke, leading you towards a door stationed beside the stage. You shouldered your bag as the two of you entered backstage, coming to a hallway. Three doors rested on the walls, you following the vampire who lead you to the one at the end of the hall.

He turned the knob, pushing open the door to reveal a simple room. A black vanity, a red sofa, with a black coffee table in the middle. Sukuna closed the door behind you, watching you for a moment as you bent to place your phone and purse down.

You turned, breathing softly the moment he stepped close to you. Your eyes traveled from his chest up to his face, licking your lips nervously. The man tilted his head with a little smirk.

“You were so damn cocky at the bar.. thinking of backing out?”

The nerves seemed to melt in that moment, stepping a bit closer, rising up to allow your lips to brush. “Sukuna.. are you gonna fuck the attitude out of me, or are you gonna keep talking?” Your eyes flicked between his lips and his dark eyes, gasping the moment you felt a cool hand rising to the back of your neck.

Wordlessly he leaned down, planting his lips against your own. His kiss was rough, stealing your breath away all while his tongue bullied it’s way past your pretty glossed lips. The wet, long muscle curled and slid against your own, licking into your mouth and claiming it as his own. The messy sounds of your lips surrounded the room, your soft moans following.

Sukuna’s hand moved to rest on your throat, thumb pressing against it just to feel you gulp. You pulled away for air, hissing the moment his fangs dragged across your bottom lip, nicking the sensitive skin. He chased your lips for another kiss, licking away the little droplet of blood whilst moving you backwards.

Your hands rose to grip his body, feeling your back press against a wall. You gasped in his mouth as you felt his hand slide down your body, catching the zipper of your cropped jacket and pulling it down your body. The cool air brushed your cleavage, moaning softly the moment his fingers found your hardened nipple under the thin fabric of your bra.

You pulled back, head resting against the wall; whining the moment he pinched your covered bud. “Sukuna, quit fucking teasing.” You hissed, chest rising into his hand for more. The vampire grinned down at you, removing his hand from your breast to instead trail down your body, flicking the belt you wore; buttons of your jeans following.

Now with enough space his hand was entering your pants, two fingers pressing against your wet, covered slit. “Already a fucking mess and I barely touched you.” The drummer commented, face pressing against your collarbone, dragging his fangs across your warm skin. You whined as his fingers found your clit through the fabric of your panties, legs widening and hips rising for more friction. Sukuna chuckled at this, fingertips pressing against the swollen bud, rubbing harsh circles upon it. “Opening your legs for a vampire like this— oh, what a minx you are.”

“Piss off.” You mustered, attempting to keep your resolve in tact. You cried out however, the moment he pinched your clit, the light pleasure and pain melding together.

“Still mouthing off huh?” Sukuna spoke, pulling away from your neck, hand rising to grab your cheeks. His thumb pressed against your lips for a moment before pushing into your mouth, pressing against your tongue all while his fingers entered your panties. The man didn’t tease this time, covering the digits in your slick before sliding them into your damp entrance. He wasted no time in curling the digits inside you, pressing against your gummy walls and growing closer to allow his palm to grind against your clit. A toothy grin was sent your way the moment he felt and heard your muffled moans, fingers scissoring inside your messy pussy, the wet squelches entering the room.

The muffled gasp of his name escaped you the moment he added a third finger, thrusting the digits quickly; stirring you up inside. Your hand fell to his wrist, pretty acrylics digging into his limb, clawing up tattooed skin. Your legs shook as the moments of pleasure continued, eyes pinched close as you felt your orgasm approaching.

Your toes curled, stomach tightening as you grew closer and closer; pussy spasming around his fingers so intensely, he actually added effort to his thrusts.

“Su—sukuna, fuck—!” You whined against his thumb, drool trickling down the corner of your mouth, gagging the moment he pushed the digit farther into your throat. You were so close, squeezing him so harshly that it hurt.

And yet, you weren’t pushed over the edge. Because just when you felt like you would break, the man stopped; withdrawing his fingers before you could even think of finishing yourself off.

Your eyes flew open, glaring at the shit-eating grin plastered across his face. The moment he pulled his thumb from your mouth you were hissing;

“What’s your problem? I was so cl—“

“Did you think you could mouth off like that and I’d would reward you with an orgasm?” Sukuna questioned, head tilted, eyes sweeping your form. The man’s hand rose, fingers pressing into your cheeks and pushing; watching your messy lips pucker. “Fucking needy, looking at you whining just for my fingers.” Sukuna released your cheeks to instead grasp your waist, moving you over to sit on the couch.

The moment your ass met the cushion you felt the heat rise around you, watching in excitement at his hands tugging on the waistband of his pants. Thumbs hooking on the elastic, the vampire pushed them down, black boxers following. His dick escaped the confinements easily, resting tall and thick, beads of precum resting deliciously on the tip.

You bit your lip a little, breathing the moment you felt his strong hand grab the back of your head. “Gonna use that pretty mouth of yours for something useful, yeah?” Sukuna grinned, watching how easily your lips parted, tongue sticking out. His other hand grabbed his shaft, inching closer just to side his tip across your wet tongue. The moment you tried to wrap your lips around his dick, he was pulling you back by the hair— ignoring the whine that you released.

“Impatient brat.” He murmured, instructing you to lay your tongue out. You obeyed, groaning the moment he tapped his dick against the muscle, shallowing fucking your open mouth with just the tip. After a few moments of the teasing, Sukuna was flicking his hips forward; enjoying the way tears sprung to your eyes, hands rising to press against his hips. With no care for your well-being, the vampire began to thrust in your wet cavern, your soft hair spilling through the gaps of his fingers as he gripped it.

Your tongue dragged across his shaft with each thrust into your mouth, eyes closed as you breathed heavily through your nose. The sound of your saliva, gagging, and wet thrusts carried in the room; your hand falling between your legs to rub your clit, moaning around his cock. Your jaw began to ache from the relentless thrusts, the combined mess surely tainting the bottom half of your face— concerns that you could care less about.

Sukuna watched you carefully, gripping your hair, enjoying the way your cheeks would puff with each thrust. The moment he noticed your hand however, he was shoving his cock deeper, leaning to snatch your wrist. You went to whine, the noise coming out as nothing more then a wet, jumbled mess. He grinned above you, continuing to fuck your throat; “Gonna cry about it? Go ahead.” Sukuna snickered, gritting his teeth the moment he felt his orgasm getting close.

His head tilted back, breathing as pink strands rested against his forehead. Sukuna’s hips never stopped, heavy balls slapping against your chin as his grip on your hair began to ache. “Fuck.. such a good fucking groupie, letting me use your mouth like this.” Sukuna teased, feeling the vibration of your moans around his length. He looked back down, pacing increasing, strings of groans and swears escaping him.

The vampire pumped inside your wet mouth a few more times before he was pulling out, making a mess on your face. His come covered your lips, cheeks, and glasses; you quickly sucking up air greedily, tongue gliding across your lips to lick away his mess.

You breathed as his hand found your chin, raising your face to get a good look at you. Sukuna was truly satisfied with his work, grinning down at you. His thumb wiped some of the milky liquid left on your cheek, moving over to your mouth and watching you lick and suck his digit clean. “Mm.. that’s a good girl.” He praised, withdrawing his thumb and pulling your glasses off shortly after.

His hand slid to your throat the moment he pressed your lips together, rising you up a bit while you held onto his wrist. Sukuna’s tongue invaded your mouth once again, making it an even bigger mess. Soon he pulled away, staring down at you.

“Haven’t even fucked you yet and that attitude is no where to be seen. Maybe I shouldn’t..“ Sukuna was pulling away before you could even respond, reaching as if going to pull his pants up. “— looks like I already proved myself, right?” You quickly shook your head, reaching over to grab his wrists. The vampire laughed at this, coming closer to trap your form between him and the couch. “C’mon use your words, sweetheart. What exactly do you want?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring into his eyes. You were sure if you didn’t say anything in the next few seconds he would turn and exit the room, leaving you high and dry. You swallowed your pride, rising up higher to rest your hands onto his chest. “You. I need you so bad, Sukuna— please.” You gasped out, crumpling his shirt into your hands.

Sukuna listened to your pleas greedily, a permanent grin painted across his face. Just when you thought it didn’t work he was grabbing your shoulder, turning and pushing you to lay across the couch. Your heart beat fast against your chest, feeling the cushion dip as kneeled behind you. In one swift motion he was pulling your jeans and panties all the way down, revealing yourself to him.

The moment you tried to close your legs, his palm slammed against your ass; causing a cry to escape you, pressing your face into the cushion. “Don’t even try that. Wanted this so bad, you better fucking take it.” Sukuna hissed, grasping his length as he lined up with your fluttering entrance, carefully pushing in.

The stretch teetered between pleasurable and painful, rising onto your hands and gripping the cushions underneath you as you could do nothing but whine, body shaking. Sukuna sneered at your withering form, gripping your hips tightly. “‘M not even all the way in and you’re already losing yourself..” With a final thrust he was all the way in, resting deep inside your messy pussy, stretching you so pretty. You cried out the moment his fingers gripped your hair, pulling you into a deep arch whilst hovering over body, lips brushing your ear.

“Still think I ain’t no different then a human man?”

“Fu..fuck you.” You whimpered out, breathing heavily the moment he adjusted his hips.

Sukuna snickered softly, “You already are, princess.” With the continued grip on your hair he was pulling his hips back until only the tip was inside, slamming back in. The movement caused your body to lurch forward, gasping out and greedily sucking the air back up. You opened your mouth to speak, shutting up the moment another thrust racked through your body.

And another.. and another.. and another—

His pace was relenting from the start, fucking you so harshly your body bumped against the arm rest of the couch; nails digging into the cushions as shameless moans escaped you. Each time you attempted to pull away, to run— he was grabbing you back, slapping your thighs, ass, anything he could reach. All while speaking to you in that mocking tone, ridiculing you.

“Had so much to say yet you’re running..”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, the thought melting away as his thrusts ruined you. His cock dragged against your walls, fucking each and every thought out of your mind; replacing them with him. Your eyes were pinched close, drawls of his name and moans escaping your swollen lips. “Su—sukuna, fuck..!” You cried out, feeling yourself get close.

Sukuna’s hands kept a tight grip on your hips, bottom lip caught between his sharp fangs the moment you began to fuck back against him. Your ass shook with each bounce, the man zoned in on the erotic display. Fuck, you felt so good, way too good. The man sucked his teeth, hand falling to your ass cheek and slapping one, thrusting harder than before. “Greedy fucking pussy, clenching me so damn tight..” He dragged, a groan rumbling in his chest.

Tears sprung to your eyes, head going slack as a loud cry escaped you, creaming all over his length. The mess trickled down to his balls and the couch, soaking the cushion. Your tired body went slack against the furniture, feeling his thrusts slow, but never stop. A sudden tight grip on your hair had your reeling, whining as he pulled you back.

“I’m not fucking done with you.”

The vampire wasted no time and flipping you onto your back, pulling you down by your thighs and pushing them up to sink deeper inside you. Your hands clung to his wrists, crying out at the slight burn the stretch left you. You were given no time to think, the man resuming his fearsome thrusts at a completely different angle, ramming agonist a spot inside you that caused you to completely lose your mind.

Your hands went slack, lips agape as babbles and moans escaped your raw throat. Your eyes were meeting the back of your skull, makeup a mess with wet dark streaks running down your chubby brown cheeks. Sukuna enjoyed the sight completely, eyes flicking between your face and the way his cock slid inside your pretty pussy, the white foamy mess coating his length.

He leaned over your body, legs now held up by his shoulders as he continued to fuck you. “What a mess you are.” The man hissed, hand reaching to grab your chin. “Can’t even think straight can you? I’m fucking you too dumb huh?” He mocked, your sweet moans music to his ears.

Your hands rose to his back, gripping his shirt for leverage as you came again, painting his lower body with your mess. Sukuna laughed softly at this, still fucking you despite just orgasming. “Claimed you weren’t a fang-banger yet here you are, coming all over my dick. Such a liar, (Y/N).”

Your whines didn’t go unnoticed, the man’s hand falling to your waist and lifting you up a bit, drilling into you. His cock pushed against your cervix, the pain melting with each thrust inside. You barely even registered his fangs pressing against your skin until they entered your collarbone, a strangled whine escaped you.

The man sucked the crimson droplets that released from the wound, blunt fingernails digging into your skin; Sukuna slowly getting drunk off your taste. When he had his fill he was pulling away, licking up the residue and sealing the wound. His other hand grabbed the back of your neck, lifting your head from the couch to lock lips; the metallic taste of your blood causing you to groan— all while continuing to jackhammer into you.

The vampire was right, he was fucking the attitude out of you. You so pliable, gripping onto him as if he was a lifeline and you were in the open sea. Your legs were trembling, pussy clenching and clenching, as he swallowed the sweetest moans with his lips tainted with your blood. A fucking mess you were.

His mess, obviously.

A different type of clench entered your stomach, one that caused your eyes to fly open. You pulled back from the kiss to cry out, gripping him tightly. “Wa—wait, Sukuna— hah…— please slow down!” You somehow managed out, hazy eyes staring up at the clear distaste resting on his features.

He didn’t listen, slamming into you roughly, swatting the hand away that went to press against his hips. Sukuna tutted at the whine that escaped you, drilling you deeper and deeper into the furniture. “Make another mess, ruin this fucking couch.” He hissed, feeling his own end growing close.

You tried to hold it back, back arching from the cushions as black filled streaks continued to glide down your cheeks. Soon enough you could no longer contain yourself, the band snapping inside you as you screeched in pleasure; drenching the cushions underneath you, making a complete mess of the both of you.

Sukuna grinned at this, far too caught up in his own pleasure to release a snarky comment. Instead his face fell to your neck, thrusts becoming uncoordinated before he shoved himself deep, flooding you with his come.

The sound of your pants entered the space, your hands continuing to hold onto Sukuna. Your head fell back against the couch, eyes pinched closed and focused on regaining your breath.

Moments passed before the vampire rose, pulling his hips back, shushing the sensitive whine that escaped you. Once no longer inside, Sukuna’s hands dragged down to spread you more, watching pearly white beads trickle from your opening and down to your taint. The man smirked just a tad, eyes carrying back to your tired face.

“Looks like you’re a fang-banger now.” Sukuna spoke, watching you attempt at a frustrated face which melted away the moment his thumb slid across your slit.

“Fuck, Sukuna.. I’m too sensitive right now.” You whimpered, shying away from his touch. You gasped as he gripped your thighs however, dragging you farther down the couch.

Sukuna leaned over your body, resting on a forearm placed above your head. “You have seven minutes sweetheart.”

You rose an eyebrow at his words, adjusting yourself, “For what?”

The vampire grinned, curling a piece of hair around his finger. “If you thought I was gonna stop there, I fucked you far too dumb. I’m getting rid of that attitude permanently, remember?”

Your eyes widened, excitement and fear bubbling inside you. The man leaned down, stealing your lips in a deep kiss.

You were thankful you thought to send a text message to your best friend to leave when she wanted, given you didn’t leave the room until the bar closed.

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mclennonlgbt · 8 months ago

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Combination of McLennon and Paul is dead

This is a post that I found on "Paul Is Dead: Examining The Life And Death of James Paul McCartney" FB group.

When this person writes "ShepLennon", they mean Billy Sheard (aka Faul) x Lennon.

They are confused but they've got a spirit lmao.

"*Bear with me a long post:

“McLennon” was not real. But SHEPLennon may well have been, and that solves a mystery…

Among Beatle fans there are some who believe that John Lennon and Paul McCartney were lovers from an early age. That they were soulmates, no one disputes, but there are many who disagree about John and Paul being the couple known as “McLennon”. Paul was extremely promiscuous with women, and seemed to put up with the fact that John seemed to be in love with him, or at least would get jealous. George Harrison famously told of a night in Hamburg where Paul was shagging some bird and John walked in, had a fit and cut up the girl’s clothes with scissors.

There are some pics of John and Paul gazing at each other with affection – as you’d expect from closely bound young men going through something unprecedented together. You can also find photos of J&P also looking with similar fondness at George and Ringo (they would practically sit on top of each other), all through 1963 and 1964, and part-ways through 1965.*** (More on this another time.)

Within the “McLennon” fandom, there is this great ‘mystery’. They all wonder why the breakup and the acrimony, etc, which makes no sense to them.

The thing is, the break up of the Beatles, the ugliness of it and the lingering distrust and resentment CAN’T make sense unless you understand that in September of 1966, Paul was assassinated and by November replaced by William Shepherd.

And that (because the Beatles initially believed that Paul had died in an accident, therefore having no reason to resent him, personally) the deeply grieving band initially had no personal issues re Billy, beyond wishing he’d not been ‘necessary’ (or ordered). It’s true that George, Paul’s OLDEST friend, never took to Billy, but John and Ringo go on fine with him.

Were Paul and John lovers? The man who sometimes comes into these forums and calls himself Liam Steen (who, like Billy and all of the MPL plants tells some truth mixed in with misinformation) said “No”. He emphatically and repeatedly said Paul McCartney was straight, and that he never did drop acid. Steen also said (emphatically) that JOHN and BILLY WERE attracted to each other, at least, and may have been lovers.

Photographs, videos, and gifs of John and Billy throughout 1967 and up through the recording of “Hey Bulldog” seem to bear this out. Lots of pictures of John and Billy walking through London with Martha the dog (likely Billy’s ‘familiar’) or driving together, and what seems to be some clear flirtatious ‘like lovers’ gazing, and touching.

Yoko told a story of Billy being called “John’s princess” by the staff at EMI, and also of hearing John calling out “for Paul” in a very needy, vulnerable way. Which sounds like she heard them having sex, but I digress.

All of that ENDS after the trip to India, where some sort of ritual was performed, connected to Paul (and using an artifact of Paul’s) that left the other three, most particularly John, completely traumatized, and for the rest of their lives.

The break was the beginning of Billy’s eventual ‘breakdown’ as the band no longer wanted to work with him (probably why he became so overcontrolling during the White Album) and John’s almost immediate attachment to Yoko. Both Linda and Yoko were alums of Sarah Lawrence College (a known ‘spook’-feeding school) and the men eventually married them within a week of each other… like lovers trying to piss each other off, or show that they were moving on. But John and Billy never did move on.

First they fought, and some of the legal wrangling that extended all of that had to do specifically with Billy being determined to continue using Paul’s name and identity (but that’s another story and “How do you sleep” was about exactly that).

But Billy and John were obsessed with each other and never stopped writing and talking about each other. There is a tape of John Lennon, at the piano, writing “Real Life” singing: “hold you in my arms/and now you’ve a baby, and another on the way…”

https://itspaulthewalrus.tumblr.com/post/651703402830708736/serenade-meow-amclennonblog-john-cries-while

And of course, now Billy won’t shut up about how much he loved John. When asked if John could return how he would spend the day with him, Billy answers, “IN BED.”

https://bewaremylove.tumblr.com/post/87659554397/q-if-john-lennon-could-come-back-for-a-day-how

The big “McLennon” mystery is not unsolvable if you begin from the premise that Paul McCartney was dead and John (for whatever reason) transferred his love to someone who was (at best) a facsimile of Paul, who made it feel like his Macca was still around, and who would both drop acid with him and be a lover.

And the break up after India makes perfect sense then, too. The McLennon people want to believe that the break up came because John wanted to be ‘out’ with “Paul” and Billy wouldn’t do it, wanted a family. And maybe that did happen. But Billy, by his own admission, is a witch and a magickian**** who tried to do something with Paul’s spirit while in India, through ritual that may well have included a blood element (ask me about Oblahdi, Obladah, sometime…) and that left John nearly psychotic".

#mclennon #paul is dead

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beatleskinkmeme · 2 years ago

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ankhmutes · 2 years ago

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Catfish Charlie’s shitty drunk fic

I’m drinking a nice big-ass beer and of course, the urge to write hits. So... Abe/Merle. Not a pairing, but amazing teamwork from these boys. Daryl and Rick are there... and whoever else I think fits. (Fuck, and now that I type this out, I do THINK of Abe/Merle. what?! has anyone written this?) Rickyl if you squint and care.

Merle and Daryl were finishing up a pitcher of beer, Rick trying to finish his hamburger, and Abraham was staring down at his plate of nachos. It had been a long day, and the recent news they had received from Hershel had made the day even bleaker. Everyone was beyond pissed.

“That prick.” Abe scowled, munching on the nachos.

“We oughta teach ‘im.”

“I’ve got an idea.” Merle said after a moment, his eyes landing on Rick’s badge. Rick’s blue eyes followed Merle’s, and subtly removed his badge, and tilted his head. Merle continued. “Dare n’ me are gonna go fishin’.”

“Huh?” Daryl turned his head to his brother, blinking a moment in confusion as the words penetrated his sulk. After a few long moments, his eyes widened in realization.

“Oh... yes. we’re goin’ fishin’. Gotta get some bait an’ all.” Daryl nodded as Abraham moved his head up slightly, blinking in confusion. “We just gotta get the right bait.” Daryl and Merle explained the situation to Rick and Abraham, who both sat up and shared identical looks of skepticism, and guarded interest.

“Are you sure You an’ Shane will get the call?” Abraham asked, leaning against his battered old jeep, waiting for the rest of the crew to arrive on-site.

“I’m pretty sure. I made sure Carol or Maggie would give us the call. I just gotta drop off some cookies for Negan. Carol insisted.” Rick said with a nod as Merle got out of the beat up blue pickup, followed by Daryl, who went to take out a large pail out of the truck bed, along with a cooler. It looked like any other work day for Dixon Bros. to any observer. Rick leaned over to kiss Daryl on the cheek, and sauntered off to the police station down the street, whistling ‘pop goes the weasel’. “

Inside was a different story.

“Hand me that bucket, Abe, hold ya breath.” Merle said with a grunt, tying a kerchief around his lower face, having doused it in colgone and rubbed Vick’s up his nose, and he still could smell Charlie.

Catfish Charlie.

Abraham grunted, putting the bucket on the top of the stairs, and turning just enough to hurl into Negan’s trash can. Daryl grunted from his corner, his own kerchief pulled up so far, only his blue eyes could be seen in the dark corner. “It’s not enough he stiffs us on this job, he hadta go an’ hurt the ol’ farmer.” Abraham wiped the back of his mouth.

“Charlie’s too good for this prick.” Daryl said from his corner, leaning on a sledgehammer, and checking the battered smartphone. “Check jus’ cleared.”

“Alright, now we can go.” Merle said with a chuckle, having spread a thick viscious layer of catfish charlie on every hidden nook and cranny in Philip’s office, including the duct openings.

Negan would have a surprise, once he came back to his used car dealership. Having sent everyone out for a christmas party, Negan had refused to pay Dixon Brothers Construction for their hard work, claiming that their work was substandard and shoddy, and had claimed theft, having Glenn arrested.

Everyone else knew the truth. Negan was cheating on his wife, who was undergoing chemotherapy, and he had been trying to take advantage of various women in the town, the most recent victim everyone’s favorite, Connie, the newest teacher over at the school, with Mr. Luke.

Connie was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Hershel, furious that someone had tried to touch one of his daughter’s friends, much less talk to her in a way that a lady shouldn’t be talked to, made a phone call to Rick Grimes. Everyone knew Rick, Rick was the lover-boy of Daryl Dixon. In turn, Daryl’s brother was Merle Dixon.

A Fixer.

Someone who got shit done.

And shit just got done, thought Abraham with mild admiration and fear as Merle loaded up his truck, making sure the work site was absolutely clear of any debris, any trace of their presence. Merle then moved slowly, eyeing the car dealership.

“C’mere.. gimme the pee.” Daryl moved carefully, handing Merle a small container. Abraham wandered over to his car, spreading bird seed as far as he could, along each corner of the dealership. Between the bird seed, and cat urine, and the catfish charlie... Negan would be in for a shitshow. And that was going to be literal.

After a long holiday weekend, phones all over Alexandria buzzed, dinged, rang, and beeped. Negan’s car dealership had been shat on by all sorts of birds, squirrels, and cats. Feral cats had cat fights on several nice new cars, and something had happened to the office. No one on Negan’s staff had dared go inside once the doors had opened.

Negan screamed for Dixon’s head on a platter.

Rick and Shane sauntered up a hour later, and told Negan that there was no cause. After all, the office was perfectly clean, tidy, and it had been locked since the Dixons had removed their equipment. One of Negan’s men, Dwight, had been the one to lock up and confirm that everything was in place...

Negan was fucked, and he knew who had done it, but he couldn’t prove it without incriminating himself. He’d get his revenge. Someday. Dixon would pay. Dixon and Grimes. The pricks from Alexandria.

“Have you heard of my brother, Merle?” Daryl asked in the bar later that night, standing in front of Connie, his hands moving in an slow awkward drawl, his fingers not quite used to the sign language he had been learning. Someone had finally told Connie why exactly Negan had decided to suddenly behave himself and go quiet.

#i read too much fanfiction #drunk writing #Rickyl #I LOVE MERLE DIXON #abraham ford #Rick Grimes #daryl dixon #I'm a sucker for the Dixons #Connie twd #negan smith #ankhmutes writes something

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attraz1one · 1 year ago

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Hawk's Nest Lounge menu

Got no idea how many of these are real things. I'm gonna put question marks behind the ones I'm not sure I'm reading correctly, as parts of letters are missing.

I'll put the transcript under a readmore so this doesn't take up too much space.

BEER

Frozen Frisbee, Slick and Slurp, Litty Als?, Getrank?, Goofy Islands, Sad river, Hizzle Frizzle, Wonky Water, Loose Ooze, Snake Venom, Annie's Valley, John's Piss, Baiamazoo?, Lester Lash, Ice Cracker, Fruity Stuff.

WINE (these are all VERY ??? and pretty sure I'm seeing special characters)

Siaukastal Mousseux, Padange Sec, Blogrube Roszto, Ghuvel Gap Classique, Ueulbot Wandammia, Dassleolet Suss, Arrheemuns, Grojuma Edes, Wiesuralle Suss, Flargahlis Viejo

SHOTS

Whisky, Throat Pain, Loco Pyro, Body Shot, Jenever, Yeexer?, Headache, Lava Mountain, Head Shot, Trick Shot

RIMS

Smirking Tutu Sling, Wet Frenchman Grog, Putin's Whale Delight, Stay Woke Tickler on the Beach, Hot Ralie Flash?, Jasmine Blitz, Low Vengeance

TOP TEN

Cinnamon Dickens Stunner, 2. Flexin Fernando, 3. Exploding Diablo Slushie, 4. Screwy Monk Stieger?, 5. Cherry Red Hipster Spritz, 6. Hot Baller Zombie, 7. Salty Hawaiian Shandy, 8. Fuzzy Llama Cure, 9. Kilted Statesman G&T, 10. Mystic Hipsters Cure

SOFT

Amazing Rush, Fruity Snake, Vanillabean Sherry, Icy Puff, Honey Gloom, Grapefruit Shadow, Orange Bruiser, Blue Punch, Cool Thunder, Holy Tea, Lucky Lover, Sugary Siz

FOOD

Horseradish, Camembert Pancake, Steak and Fries, Cheeseburger, Coconut Vindaloo, Cheesecake, Hot Dog, Parmesan Panini, Squid Salad, Broccoli Pasta, Hamburger, Lasagna, Rabbit Stew, Pear Pudding, Chili Bread. Parsley Soup

BLACKOUT

Intoxicated Shoelace, Fearsome Forklift, Andy'r Angar?, Black Asian, Crazy Ex, Nuke 'n Puke, Bamboozle Oozle, Headhunter, Destruction, Danger Oil, Darkness, Instant Regret, Harry's Last Wish, Mash 'n Crash

COCKTAILS

Tonic Paradise, Evil Mead, Wicked Tremor, Green Breeze, Lemon License, Spirit Wish, Arctic Teaser, Pool Party, Peacan Riddle?, Winter Bear, Lemon Bliss, Flake Snake, Stale Sling, Dire Striker

#my personal favorite is Darkness #saints row 2022 #saints row reboot #detail archive

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drarreckyninja · 2 years ago

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drarreckyninja’s top 50 ships of Nov 2022 [22. Johnlock]; [21. Licmint]; [20. Destiel]; [19. Baffrey]; [18. Mingcallister]; [17. Klelijah]; [16. Prideyear]

John Watson x Sherlock Holmes [Sherlock (2010)]

Lord Licorice x Mr. Mint [Candyland]

Dean Winchester x Castiel [Supernatural]

Peter Burke x Neal Cassidy [White Collar]

Scoops Ming x Tobey McCallister [WordGirl]

Klaus Mikaelson x Elijah Mikaelson [The Originals]

Woody Pride x Buzz Lightyear [Toy Story]

art by West Connect (Pinterest)

art by furryfluke [DeviantArt]

EAD: Sherlock was born in 1984, and it’s implied that John is about three years older than him.

Mint is pretty young; he’s gotta be either late teens or early twenties, so I’ll say 19. And then Licorice is not quite middle-aged. Middle-aged starts at 38.5, so I’ll drop his age to about 31. A 12-year difference.

Dean was 26 in series 01, and Cas confirmed in series 06 that he's at least 400 million years old... so there's at least a 400 million years difference between them.

By the end of the series, Peter is 59, and Neal is 45: a 14-year difference.

Tobey seems to be around 4 months older than Scoops.

The Mikaelsons have been immortal since 1001 AD, with Elijah being 24 and Klaus being 22. Forever 2 years between the half-brothers.

The best answer I could find (from Pixar Planet) depicts that Woody would be 32, while Buzz is 26. Therefore, it's a 6-year difference.

Incorrect Quotes:

Sherlock: Hey.

John: *pissed off* You… complete …ASS, Sherlock! You show up here after YEARS, and you say “hey”?!

Licorice: What? I'm not aggressive!

Mint: Last Tuesday, you whacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips?

Licorice: Survival of the fittest, bitch.

*Dean and Cas enter a dive bar*

Dean:��Look, I know you’re disappointed but could we at least have a drink.

Cas, in a scuba diving suit: I would like to leave, please.

Neal: Baby vibes... hold gentle... like hamburger.

Peter: Punt like football.

Scoops: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?

Tobey: Depends. Is your bed comfortable?

Scoops: Yes.

Tobey: I'd sleep.

Elijah: Can I have some water?

Klaus: *starts chugging their water bottle*

Klaus: *chokes from drinking too fast*

Klaus: *spills water all over himself*

Klaus, coughing: I don't have any water.

Buzz: Any tips on how to make someone like me?

Woody: Try to make them laugh all the time.

Buzz: Oh, wow! You actually help me for once, and it's even good advice!

Woody: Yeah, the more they laugh, the more time they spend with their eyes closed, so it'd be easier.

Subship(s): Mystrade [Mycroft x Greg]; Fancy Ham [Reginald x Butcher]; Three Cheese Blend [Two-Brains x Charlie x Meatloaf]; Tjohnson [TJ x Johnson]; Camekah [Cami x Rebekah]; Sidandy [Sid x Andy]

Notes: Sherlock and John, Dean and Cas = friends to lovers. (Alaric) Licorice and Mint, Scoops and Tobey, Woody and Buzz = enemies to friends to lovers. Peter and Neal = boss/employee to lovers. Klaus and Elijah = brothers to lovers.

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spiritisawake · 1 month ago

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A fire reignited

“You came after all. I thought you were a scaredy cat” The pizza head looked at Monster with a smug grin on his face.

“I’m gonna fuck you” Monster smirked.

D.Pizza chuckled “Funny, That’s what I used to do with you!” He charged at him. Punching the can in the face. It hit him straight in the nose, Breaking it.

“Ugh, You bastard!!” Monster grabbed Pizza by the collar, Hitting his cheesy head with his own metal one. “Was breaking my nose once not enough for you?! You broke it again!!”

They tussled and turned, Until they ended up on the floor with Pizza on top of Monster.

“Ha! You’re made of metal and yet you can’t push me off. Did you go for zepzep purely out of spite? Or was it actually because you’ve taken a liking to people who won’t put up a fight?” D.Pizza smirked.

The can gasped “How dare you!!?? My love for zepzep is as true as it was…!”

He stopped himself mid-sentence, Hesitating. “Tch.”

D.Pizza gave a confused look. “As true as what?”

Monster didn’t answer, he couldn’t even look Pizza in the eye.

“Answer me dipshi-“

“It’s as true as the love I had for you!”

A beat passed by.

Nothing but silence and the rhythm of their hearts could be heard.

“W…What..?” D.Pizza was caught off guard. He waited a bit, expecting Monster to make a snarky remark or use the opportunity to land a hit on him, But the piece of metal didn’t do anything.

D.Pizza sighed “You’re still hung up on that?”

“Of course I am dumbass!” Monster yelled “You think I can just forget everything and move on as if you didn’t cheat on me with some cheap whore from the damn bar I worked at!!?? Dear god, Do you even know how much you’ve hurt me?!”

D.Pizza had a shameful look on his face “Look, I know that I did some…not so great things back in the day, But I’ve changed!”

“No you fucking haven’t.” Monster looked disgusted “Zepzep told me everything, about how you kissed a Hamburger in front of his fucking face.”

“Hey you leave her out of this!”

“Why? You’re probably gonna cheat on her too!”

That pissed Pizza off “Can you fucking stop?! I already told you I’ve changed, I’m not the same as before-“

“Did you ever even love me?!” Monster cut him off, Pushing against Pizzas hold against his wrists.

D.Pizza was caught off guard, He pushed back down against the other, struggling to hold him down “What are you talking about? Of course I did! I-“

“THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU CHEAT ON ME?!” Monster yelled, The pain evident from the cracks in his voice. He turned his head, Looking away. But even then, You could tell he was holding back tears that had gathered up from years ago.

Suddenly it started raining. It was as if the sky felt pity for him and was trying to help Monster cover his tears.

“Tch, God damn it” Pizza gave a sigh and then…

He kissed Monster, Like how he used to many years ago.

Monster, Caught off guard and wide eyed, tried to push back against him. To throw his ex lover off of himself. But…There was a voice inside of him.

A voice that yearned for that familiar sensation, Yearned to be in D.Pizzas arms again, To let go of everything and just feel the others warmth against the cold of the rain and the cement floor beneath them.

And you know what? Monster wanted to give in. He was so tired from the constant back and forth the pair had had, both physically and verbally, for the past few hours.

And so, He did. The can relaxed his body, Let go of his tears and kissed the pizza back.

He felt...Free. Like the heaviest of burdens had just been taken off of his back.

Their kiss deepend, Became more heated. Years of unresolved tension finally being broken and manifesting itself into endless want and desire.

Suddenly, The image of the cute little alien who had stolen his heart popped into Monsters head.

He pushed back with so much force that D.Pizza nearly got thrown.

The can was breathing heavily “What the fuck am I doing?”

The triangle head reached out his hand to touch the metal heads cheek “What’s wrong?” He asked.

Monster slapped his hand away “Stop, I can’t do this to zepzep” The can looked ashamed “I resent you for cheating on me and yet here I am kissing YOU of all people behind my lovers back…How can I be so stupid…?” He asked himself.

D.Pizza smirked “Actually, I’ve got a proposal to make.”

The can gave a sceptic look “And what may that be?”

“How about you, Me AND zepzep go poly?” The pizza grinned.

Monster took a second to process what had been said to him.

“Are you suggesting a threesome?”

“Mhm”

“And what about your current partner?” He tilted his head.

“Eh” D.Pizza shrugged “We’ll just invite her to the polycule, The more the merrier am I right?”

Monster had some concern in his eyes “Shouldn’t we discuss this with them first?”

“We’ll do that when the time comes, BUT for now” D.Pizza gave an all too familiar smirk “Your place or mine?”

Monster was taken aback, He couldn’t believe such a thing was happening. But he wasn’t opposed to it one bit. He gave the other a smile.

#OK SO THIS IS A FIC FOR STORY THAT BASICALLY MY WHOLE CLASS HAS MADE #I would post this on ao3 but uh...I don't have an acc #I WILL WHEN I GET ONE THO #and also if my classmates are ok with it-#anyway #Fanfiction #Zepzep and kitchen #(That's the title)#Monster/D.Pizza #D.Pizza/Monster

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iambayonsenoals · 5 years ago

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Pee woman sanremo and watersports dating Brzesc Kujawski

#pissing lovers Hamburg #pee woman Coimbra #pissing lovers La Línea de la Concepción

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still-a-morosexual-help · 2 years ago

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Hello! I wanted to know your opinion on a pairing. How do you feel about Mammon being paired with Mephistopheles?

Hi! I didn't know people shipped it but it's really not for me. I don't really care what other people ship so I hardly ever dislike a ship even if I don't ship it but now that you brought this to my attention - turns out it's one of those ships I just don't like :/

I'm usually big on canon facts and what those add up to (even if canon says "actually no♡" eg: all the evidence that Diavolo's into Lucifer despite canon saying he's into MC cos this is a dating sim) so for me Mephisto × Mammon doesn't really make sense...

I'll breakdown why I personally don't like it under the cut, so if someone sees this and gets pissed it's their fault :D

1. They genuinely dislike each other? And I'm usually up for enemies to friends to lovers (very much so! Probably my favourite ship trope! No matter how fucked up it is *gently sweeps my batman fics under the rug*) but umm not this time around... It just rubs me wrong for some reason🤷🏻

2. Mephisto called Mammon an idiot

• During the lesson where Mammon outsmarted EVERYONE

• Mammon genuinely gets upset when people call him an idiot (to the point that I had to write a 6k fix it fic after MC did so)

3. The first time we see Mammon & Mephisto interact is when Mammon comes to MC's defense because Mephisto is being a little shit to MC/kinda picking on them being human. Ever since then Mammon reacts like "🙄" whenever Mephisto enters the room.

a.) this is hilarious I'm so sorry

b.) Mephisto is one of the people who still didn't like MC being part of the exchange program and this is how Mammon (the least violent of the brothers even when violence is warrented) reacts to said people;

c.) the whole thing gives the energy of your best friend catching someone being a shit to you (in this case (fantasy) racist) and holding a grudge against them for you

4. Mammon's canonically had sexual partners before MC but no long lasting romantic partners. There are 3 things that canonically made Mammon attracted to MC as a romantic partner. Mephisto goes against 2 of those 3 things;

a.) Being kind towards Mammon

• Mammon has commented on MC's kindness to him multiple times - even commenting on how weird it is because no one else is that nice to him

• He has commented multiple times on how he can always count on MC & how they're the only one there for him

• This leads to him kind of listening to MC's advice above others because he trusts them - closing his eyes for his b'day surprise in 2020, steering the ship in the pirate event etc

• Whenever MC is even the slightest bit (genuinely - not in a teasing manner) mean to him it really hurts him and he shows it

• In the "Thanksgiving" event Mammon said the thing he values most about MC is their kindness towards him

• Mephisto has not being kind towards Mammon and has called him an idiot or something close, while in front of Mammon, at least twice

b.) Being partners in crime

• Mammon has singled MC out as his partner in crime at least twice (has actually used those exact words)

• He constantly takes them along on his schemes and/or ideas

• He needs someone there to go along with his shit

• I don't see Mephisto doing this at all?????? A person who is so rich they've never seen a hamburger before is not going to spend a day selling stolen tea on the sidewalk or stay up all night designing clothes or subject themselves to repeatedly pricking their fingers while trying and failing to mass produce hand sown panda bear plushies

5. Mephisto actually dislikes Lucifer

• For however much Mammon & Lucifer may fight, they're each others favourite brother. Mammon does care about Lucifer and what he thinks of Mammon.

• Mammon has tried multiple times to get MC & Lucifer to be closer (from setting them up on a date in a devilgram to finding the necklace MC gave Lucifer during his b'day to commenting on how MC & Lucifer should have a more enthusiastic reaction to each other when meeting after a while apart in the main story to telling MC where to find Lucifer when he was upset despite being pissed at Lucifer himself)

• Mammon absolutely needs someone he can honestly talk about Lucifer with (they have so many unaddressed issues that the game hints at but never goes in depth) and he does this with MC - from complaining about Lucife to talking about how great Lucifer is as a brother

6. Whatever the "love triangle" between Mephisto-Diavolo-Lucifer is

• You've played the game, you've seen it

• They get enchanted to dream about their fantasies and Mephisto dreams about Diavolo?????

• Lucifer is the only one who matches Mammon in the "oh god it's Mephisto🙄" department

• Mephisto & Lucifer's continuous dick measuring matches???? The way if Mephisto wasn't a nobleman and Lucifer wasn't literal Pride they would have thrown hands by now

So yeah, not my cuppa.

I don't ship it but Mephisto × Satan makes more sense only because they'll do it to piss the fuck outta Lucifer

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write-a-circle · 2 years ago

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France x america x englang, write whatever you want

frusuk domestic headcanons

pairing: france/england/america

content. fluff, romance

first request on this blog! i’ll go with domestic headcanons for this one, and sorry if it's not up to your expectations, i'm more used to writing reader inserts

A polygamous relationship, but a hella chaotic one. There doesn’t go a day where there isn’t a childish quarrel between two of them, maybe even three if the other one’s in the mood

Argument pairs include the two classics of France-England and England-America

If they live in a house, then France will obviously not let the other two set a single step inside the kitchen. America could be the exception sometimes, but England? Hell no, that British cooking is not getting into his kitchen for as long as he lives.

“Our kitchen, France.” “Please, since were you a communist?”

Of course, breakfasts are exempt from this rule, as an English breakfast is tolerable in France’s dictionary, and France is not an early riser so it would usually be England who prepares breakfast.

France ain’t complaining though, he gets to see England looking cute in an apron and avoid food poisoning.

America just eats everything his lovers prepare. Like, literally anything would do. France’s amazing, delicious, superb and delightful cooking? In his stomach, no questions asked. England’s yee-ass meals? Good food, he’s full, gonna wash the dishes now.

They have matching mugs. They do not know how it got in, probably gifts from friends, but they are now an important part of the household. Drinks are always divided in the mugs, and America refuses to get his coffee from anything other than his mug.

As mentioned earlier, France is not an early riser. He likes to take his time in the morning to ensure the day is relaxing and enjoyable, from the start to finish. This pisses England off because it’s nine in the morning, why the hell is he still in the bathroom!? The food’s getting cold!

The Frenchman’s bedroom is very aesthetic, right down to the curtains and cupboards, incorporating warm and light shades of gold, cream and brown.

Ornate mirrors, gold patterning, velvet and silken sheets - seriously, the guy even has a chandelier in his bedroom. He’s just that extra.

It would probably smell like the various perfumes he keeps in there and his own natural scent.

America’s room has a bookshelf filled to the brim with comic books, particularly the superhero genre. He’s very proud of the fact that he’s got so many original editions of comics.

However, France does not dare to look at America’s room as it is also filled with so much technology, from computers to monitors to tablets and mouse and speakers and good god, what is that mass amount of black worms tangled up together?!

America does not how to do cable management.

England’s bedroom is very neat, tidy and minimalistic. There aren’t many decors, documents are stacked neatly on one side of the desk, and his smart devices which are equally well-kept - macbook polished and charger tied in a neat circle. he also has a collection of books he’s kept throughout the centuries.

He prefers to only use them when necessary (even with his smartphone), opting to spend his time doing something else like reading or playing with his magical friends (or reading to them, it’s a good idea).

It saddens England to know that America’s in the room next door while he reads stories to his magical friends, as England usually read him bedtime stories every night before their separation.

Speaking of which, you can find the fairytale creatures all over the house, whether it be lounging on the couch or in the bathroom s̶t̶e̶a̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ applying France’s beauty products.

Sometimes, America has nightmares. They can range from reliving his trauma to nonsensical ones (his hamburger turning against him and chasing him). He wakes up in cold sweat and immediately thinks of coming over to one of his lovers’ rooms for the night, but swallows the urge to because of his insecurities - even if the relationship has been on for a while now, he doesn’t want to be seen as vulnerable.

Whenever they go out, France would stop the other two at the door and turn them back because good lord what are those outfits!? Not to worry though, he’s got them covered in the fashion department, and if they still don’t have suitable clothes they can always borrow from his wardrobe! Be quiet England, they’ll be fashionable late to the appointment, literally.

America’s health also gets better through a series of adjustments, discourse and explosive arguments (mainly the latter two) about the sheer amount of crap that’s in the hamburgers and milkshakes that he inhales daily. Even England is horrified.

The only time of day when England and France truly seem to be at peace (other than about America’s diet) is when they partake in daily afternoon tea parties. Sharing treats and the other kind of tea on the countries is very relaxing for the two of them, and lately America’s joining the tea culture with them, too. If only he’d contain his excitement and stop breaking teacups, though…

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sugarakis-p2 · 3 years ago

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Shigaraki's Muse Ch21

We finally get to know where the hell Shigaraki's boney ass has been! Doesn't he love Ember? Why the hell hasn't he come back? Is he dead? That's really the only excuse I would accept at this point!

Warning: Soft Shiggy memories, standing missionary, lewd lemony stuff, Ember has severe justified mood swings.

Chapter 21: Shigaraki's Ember

Ember smacks Bakugou away, which only seems to encourage him. He reminds her of Dabi like that.

"What's your problem now?" he growls, wrapping his arms around her middle and sniffing her hair. Nuzzling her neck like the lover he is supposed to be pretending to be.

"You're globing onto me while I'm cooking. Even Tomura had enough sense not to hug me with sharp and hot things around. Don't you think you're taking this act thing too far?"

"Not far enough," he shouts with a suggestive smile. She shoots him a dirty look and continues chopping.

"I can help. You're too slow with chopping." She thinks he will stand next to her as he has in the past. No, he wraps his hands around hers and quickly guides the knife.

"What? Are we in the movie ghost? You're creepy when you're charming," Ember snaps at him.

"But I am charming," he says, feeding her a piece of raw onion. Tomura would have gotten her joke. But he did turn it in his favor. She wanted to gag but instead laughed at him. He's trying, but she still loves Tomura. She still can't believe his love was a lie.

"You're such an asshole. Fuck off!" she giggles.

"Only if you dance with me," he laughs. He figures if he does enough nice things Shigaraki can't do, she will snap out of her delusion of him.

Shigaraki roars in rage and throws the phone. Mustard is there to catch it.

"We can't keep affording to replace these!" He shouts on his belly. He looks at the screen and sighs. "Why do you keep watching if all it's going to do is piss you off?"

"Shut up! You're so arrogant it's annoying," Shigaraki snarls, scratching himself. He gets up and snatches his phone back to watch his Ember again. Toga looks up from her magazine.

"You know she's not actually sleeping with him. That was just an empty threat a girl says to make their boyfriend jealous," Toga reassures.

"He's still touching her! That spiky-haired teen has his sweaty hands all over her! Where the fuck is Dabi?" He huffs back in his corner, laying on his messy mattress, kicking the blankets to the floor.

"Doing something with Kai," Mustard says.

"That's not exactly right. Looks like I'm the only one working here," Dabi says, walking in with one of Kai's former lackeys trailing behind with bags of food in his arms. Spinner comes in with milkshakes. The rest get excited and start digging in.

"Are you close?" Shigaraki asks with slight hope. Dabi shakes his head no. Shigaraki rolls over, depressed, to watch Ember get groped. He hates it, but if this is as close as he can get to her for now, he will take it.

"Any new plans yet?" Spinner asks. Mustard shakes his head no. Spinner sighs and turns to Dabi. "We really got to get the nurse back. Look at him. He's getting worse and smelling worse."

"I know," Dabi huffs to sit next to Shigaraki's pouting shape. He lays a hamburger on top of Shigaraki's side. Shigaraki mumbles something and pushes it off him.

"Ember would be pissed if she caught you not eating," Dabi says. Opening the hamburger wrapper and eating it himself.

"I would prefer Ember to bitch at me herself! This is your fault. You convinced me to leave her there. She will die down there, Dabi."

"Fuck! I know. I have been trying everything I can think of. I want her out of there too. Your Master hid that entrance too well. It's not entirely my fault. I didn't send Kurogiri out for Masters "Gift," a thing I believe Ember told you not to do," Dabi sneers back.

"I got too greedy. I never thought that Kurogiri would've gotten caught. He has warp gates, for fuck sake. You think he would be an expert at running away," Shigaraki is about to lose his shit. He's in a bad mood.

"Hey, I have an idea! Why don't you use your decay, and we tunnel to her!" Mange shouts.

"I have no idea where the bunker is in that block, and I could end up burying Ember under rumble," Shigaraki replies, defeated. Since Kurogiri was caught, he had no way of getting to her again. The only reason he partnered with Kai Chisaki was to find a way to get Ember out. The others put in their two cents, but it was to get Ember. Each day that passes without her is another day closer to Shigaraki snapping and ending the partnership violently. His comrades seem happy to be sheltered and eating, a thing that Ember helped him with. Never directly, but she inspired him. He wasn't able to do anything lately without her. Jerking off has lost its fun. Every day his head gets more clouded and obsessive about Ember. Dabi stopped bitching about wanting that baby when he realized they needed to get Ember out first. So that was something.

"This hamburger is good. How are we getting money? I know Kai isn't putting out," asks Mr. Compress.

"Porn," Shigaraki answers simply.

"Excuse me?" Compresses mouth drops open.

"Magne and Spinner helped us set up on a dark web porn site. People pay a lot of money to watch a villain fuck or rape a girl. Ember technically paid for this," Dabi says. "I'm addicted to the comments."

"I like the one with Dabi ass fucking her," Magne says with a wink. Dabi ignores her as he snatches Shigaraki's phone away and replaces it with a bitten into hamburger. Shigaraki growls and moves to sit up.

"Rubbing her belly with lotion again. They do that before they leave. Triggered boom boy likes to keep a tight schedule. Do you think he's fucking her? She does like the D. It looks like they are playing hide-and-seek the way you did before you gave it to her."

Everyone is screaming at Dabi.

"I just convinced him that wasn't happening!"

"You know how he gets when you say shit like that!"

"Shut the fuck up, Dabi! You're such a shit-stirrer!"

"What is wrong with you!"

"WHAT! I'm just saying what we are all thinking!" Dabi shouts back. Shigaraki sits up with a manic look and snatches back his phone. Throwing the hamburger at the door.

"Everybody shut the fuck up and leave! I need to talk to Dabi alone," he shouts, scratching himself. Everyone is gone instantly. He turns to Dabi, who is dipping fries into his milkshake, watching Shigaraki for any hint of attack.

"Has Kai has been any help with Ember?" Shigaraki asks.

"Not really. It seems he's been busy with his own thing. I recruited two of his underlings to us," Dabi answers, munching fries.

"I think it's time to change tactics. Fuck Kai. He pisses me off. Let's find a new hideout and locate Master's personal Doctor. Any quirk Master had, he will have a copy. Maybe he can put it in a Nomu. Master had several warp systems."

"Yeah, he had that gross tasting one. But wouldn't he have to have known Ember?"

"Trust me when I say Master knew Ember very well. My camera system was assisted by the Doctor. The one at the bar, is gone, I'm sure. I believe we can get a hold of him if we go to Ember's apartment and grab her laptop."

"Didn't the heroes get in there?" He questions, moving on to Shigaraki's fries.

"They did, and a few are staking it out. No OP as far as I could tell from last time. Nothing we can't handle. Before we can do anything to Kai, we need to secure a place to keep Ember. I still think you were right about her. She is a runner. Ember is mine; the baby is mine, sperm donor," He hisses at Dabi. Dabi doesn't bother to look at him.

"We'll see," he mutters. Shoving more fries in his mouth. Shigaraki narrows his eyes at him. If he thought Dabi was a serious threat between him and Ember, he would've killed Dabi. But he maxed out the love status bar with his Ember. "Do you think she is getting it from him? Because if not, then they are doing something in the darkness. If it's escaping, then why are you concerned with her dying down there."

"Always a chance I could be wrong. But more notable, Ember is a runner. We can't trust she won't end up in the hero's hands if she runs away. We can't have that, now can we?" He rasps to Dabi.

"Well, you did leave her with a little hero. Maybe she is planning on running with him." Dabi hands him a lit cigarette, then lighting up one for himself.

"I doubt it," Shigaraki says, remembering what Ember was like after he had left her with him. Exhaling the smoke, watching it float and dance in the air. "More importantly. What if they fail Dabi?

"Let's get her the fuck out of there by any means," Dabi says, determined. That question actually looks likes it had shaken him.

Ember is crying under the desk. Shigaraki levels his Uzi at sparky. The brat instantly behaves himself, and he has Kurogiri send the shit to what he likes to think of as the gulag.

"I fucking love this thing." He says, petting his Uzi before he puts it away. "It makes any social interaction perfect. You have some ADD giving you problems. Shove one of these in his face, and they become so reasonable. I'm never leaving home without one. Where's my sweet baby. My lover girl," Shigaraki says, playing to find her under the desk. Weeping, she throws herself at him. Kissing him and begging for the chain to be taken off.

"It's been three days! Please, I will do anything. Just take it off," she pleads.

"I will do you better, my sweetness." He reaches out and uses decay to get rid of the chain. Ember's face lights up. "You won't have to be put in the chain. You're too far along to be punished like this. I'm going to be the ultimate husbando for you and our little one," he says, kissing her. Ember sniffles and leans into him. It's strange. He thought she would be happier. Chatter at him and go on and on like she usually does.

Kurogiri set a box down and coughed to get their attention.

"Look, Kurogiri got that food craze you wanted. I had him get enough for the both of us."

"Thank you, Kurogiri," she mutters into his chest. Shigaraki looks to Kurogiri for answers. A sad, imploring Kurogiri has rarely seen.

"Perhaps Ms. Ember is sore. Three days in the chain must make Ms. Ember ache. I will make a hot bath for the both of you."

"Use those salts and other smelly things she likes. I'll rub your shoulders and wash your hair," He says to Ember kissing the top of her head.

"You hate that stuff," she looks up at him with big glassy eyes.

"Anything for my babies," he says with his most charming smile.

"Thank you both," she says, burying her head back against his chest. Kurogiri leaves to start the bath.

"Ok, he's gone. Tell me the truth. What is up with you?" Shigaraki rasps. He is running his fingers through her hair. She does feel greasy. He should have been watching on the cameras. "Did that little shit touch you? Does he need to die?"

She shakes her head no and clutches at him.

"I love you; I don't want to talk about it. Don't kill that kid. Let's take a bath and eat. I missed you. Please," she begs, closing her eyes and snuggling him. He doesn't like this reaction, but he could live with the affection. He is naked quick; he helps Ember get undressed and growls in anger. She has several bruises, one around her waist from the chain. The others were not there before he left. Shigaraki grunts as he lifts her, and they sink into the tub together. He's careful with his hands. As he caresses and touches every inch of her.

"You're breasts feel bigger," he says, playing with them.

"That's in your head," she scoffs. "Although you should know, my breasts are always super clean when we take a bath together." He laughs and rubs himself on her slippery body. Sighing in contentment.

"Can I wash your hair? With the flowery shampoo? I know you don't like it, but it makes your hair so fluffy. I love running my fingers through it. I feel like I'm in a salon commercial." Ember smiles up at him from the bubbles. She is sounding normal.

"Only if you straddle me and shove those titties in my face," he snickers.

"No sex. I want to leave the bath cleaner than when I entered."

"No fun. Anything my babies want," he snickers, rubbing himself one last time between her juicy thighs. They came out of the bath for the first time cleaner than when they went in. He gave her a new fuzzy unicorn onesie to wear. Ember seemed happier. They ate together, watching some horror movies from the 1990s. Ember loved them from the 70-2000, which was classic Ember. They fed each other fancy donuts. She let him lick the frosting from the corner of her mouth. They kept this up until she passed out on his chest. He gamed out, refusing to move her from her spot. On top of him is exactly where she is meant to be. He paused a few times to brush her hair away from her pretty face. She had drooled a little on him, and he chuckled to himself. The light of the game makes shadows dance on her beautiful face.

"You're perfect, you know that? I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I will destroy anything that is between us. So beautiful. So smart. So, kind. So, everything. Everything I'm not. I became whole the day you became mine," he breathes to her in the darkness. A confession he is not brave enough to tell her to her face when she is awake. She makes him weak, like a scared little boy when he tries. When he's feeling brave he lets and I love you slip first. He hates the feeling, so he must wait until she is asleep to tell her his passions. Ember smiles, and his entire reality freezes, staled like a car in winter. Is she awake? His mind screeches.

Ember nuzzles into his shoulder and makes a little pig snort. Something so adorable he almost melts into a puddle. They fall asleep like this. The next day Ember is back to being somber.

She makes breakfast in silence. He hates this. He hasn't even told her the bad news yet. He's stressed if he does, the few days he has will be cut short with her arguing.

"Are you a furry?" he blurts out.

"What?" she asks, wrinkling her nose in confusion.

"Are you a furry? Do you want to do some kind of pony play? I can. I've been reading up on it just in case," He says quickly, turning bright red. Ember burst out laughing. It's an explosion of joy that confuses him. He might have been angry if it was anyone else. She is rolling on the floor, wiping tears away. Hitching for breath.

"So, let me get this straight. You think I'm a furry. You're not sure. So just in case of the worst. You prepare yourself. By what? Watching a bunch of furry porn? Please tell me you did that."

"No," he says defensively. He crosses his arms and looks away from her.

"That's a yes! Oh god, what does your browsing history look like?" She burst into more laughter. Panting when she crawls over him. He's huffy and plays he doesn't see her. "That's kind of sweet when I think about it. It clearly is something that makes you uncomfortable, but you did it for me. No, I'm not a furry." She is kissing his scars, making him soft for her.

"I just wanted to do something that you are into. So, what are you into?" He grumbles.

"I'm into being high as a fucking kite when I ride a dick." He shoots her a 'never happening' look. She shrugs. "No, go, huh. Well, there is another thing I like, but I don't think you're the kind of guy I should tell that too."

"What? We can do whatever you want." He says like an eager puppy. Ember opens the front of her onesie. The v of the opening outlines her bare body. Sending a thrill of excitement through his cock. Stepping out of it completely naked in front of him.

"Wrap that hand around my throat and shove me against the wall. Fuck me like you want it," Ember orders. A light moan escapes him. He jumps up and rips his shirt off. Grabbing her by the throat, he shoves her against the wall. He angles the camera and turns them on before he unzips his pants, releasing his hard-throbbing cock. Gritting his teeth as he kicks her legs open for him. Wrapping a fisted arm around her to push her hips towards him. He shoves his cock in her tight hot pussy.

"Fuck, you're already so wet for me. My dirty slut. I'm going to break that tight pussy," Shigaraki growls before he thrusts into her. She moans and squirms a little against him. He is still very careful with his hand on her throat as he chokes her. Fucking standing missionary is finally being crossed off his bucket list. He humps her balls deep like a little bitch in heat she ordered him to. He can hear her hair ripping, trying to pull away, she growls at him. Her golden eyes are burning, pinning him with demand, ordering him to keep going. Pounding into her like a jackhammer, she writhes and makes a sweet little shriek when her cunt tightens and gushes hot juices over him.

Grunts and whimpers are spilling from his lips. Ember arches into him before she wraps her legs around him. He climaxes so hard he feels drained, and his legs wobble.

"Fuck, you're the best. I love you," he pants. She is gasping and crying. He jerks his hand back, worried he hurt her. Turning off the cameras, he holds her as she slides down the wall and cries.

"I'm sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?" Why the fuck did I tell her I love her after rough sex? It's tacky, his mind yells.

"Yes! You hurt me. You're such a jerk," she shoves him away. He is so confused and upset. He wants to hurt someone for this. Maybe he should go and decay that boom brats arms off. She looks up at him with beautiful rage.

"If you had just asked me, I would have said yes," she seethes at him.

"Huh. What?" he says, scratching himself.

"I didn't want to believe B52, but you are a kid killer, aren't you?" She is staring at him with disgust, already knowing the answer. His mind is still trying to process how the dots connect from what they had just done to her being extremely pissed at him.

"You're a monster. I would have still said yes if you had just asked me to come to live with you. If you had only let me live a normal life. As normal as we could have. Let me work, let me help those I could. I would've been yours sooner. Now, I can't tell if what I feel is because it's my choice or not, and it hurts. I love you. Even now, it makes me sick and angry. Every time I want to hate you, you pull me back with some thoughtful gesture."

"I haven't killed any kids yet. I injured several, and I'm not sorry. They are not angels. They would have done worse to me. You should know better than anyone. Where did those new bruises come from?"

"The chain," she says assertively.

"Really, you're going to try to lie to me to prove some kind of point?"

"Your Master did worse to me," she snaps at him. Shigaraki grits his teeth.

"You being stubborn prevented me from doing anything about that. I kept you protected from him as much as you allowed me. If you had told me it was more than tea, I would have put a stop to it. I love you."

"You are not stupid. You know I can't even tell you now what he did. God knows what nasty trap he has waiting for me if I did. You trapped me here that let him hurt me. You kept me chained up with a pissed-off explosive narcissist, let him hurt me. Let us go. I don't understand why you think I would walk away from you. I love you. There is no Master. I am only left knowing that it's you who hurt me. It's you that left me in the fucking chain for three days! Stop now and let us go."

"Goddammit! I can't, Ember. It's not safe out there for you. I wanted to wait. But the truth is we haven't won just yet. There are heroes all over your apartment. They are trying to hunt us down like rabid dogs in the street. They will kill you. I've come too far to stop. I couldn't if I wanted to."

"You're going to abandon me here again?" she wails. "Fucking Heroes. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here," she sobs with sincerity. It pulls at his heartstrings.

"Don't worry, baby. I know you're worried for me. I know you are angry about the situation. I'm correcting it. No more chain. When things calm down, I will put you in a nice secluded place with sunshine and freedom. You only have to be here a little longer. A week at most. Look at this," he rises and fetches several bags. He pulls out a picture of Loverboy.

"I had a follower fetch him. He is being taken care of and will be waiting for you in our new home," he says. He opens a bunch of boxes filled with the clothes she likes.

"I couldn't get your clothes but look fluffy, fuzzy, comfy. Some maternity," Ember looks like she is warming up to him again. She is still scowling, but he doesn't feel daggers being shoved in him.

"Don't worry about that little fuck. I'm going to take care of Baku today," Shigaraki growls, pulling his phone out of his pants.

"No! No! NO! Please don't. He was just scared and blaming himself. Don't hurt him. I'm sure if you tell him who I am, he will calm down. I think I can convince him. Please let me save him," she begs. His eyes are hard. He sighs. He knows he shouldn't give in to her, but of course, she wants to save him. It's who she is and what he loves about her.

"I don't want to spend our time dealing with him…. but…. if you could promise me we move on from this. I could forget it just once. If you can't convince him to join, he's dead."

"I get it. Do you mean it? That we get to be free in the sunshine?" she asks. He reassures her he absolutely means it, and he does. He never mentions that she will never get to leave him. He will always have someone watching her make sure she can't run. For her protection too. He will have a very lovely prison set up for her, and they will be happy together.

"Do I get to suck that beautiful cock?" she asks, throwing him off again.

"Fuck," he moans. Turning the cameras back on. Ember is sending him to heaven as she sucks him like an angel. The following days are like that. He is a hundred percent sure he had her convinced they will be a happy family. He brought Bakugou back because she had him convinced; she could get him to join. The cock sucking really helped convince him. The kid looked weak, not eating for a few days. With the Uzi and Kurogiri there, the little shit didn't dare to do anything. He points to Ember.

"That's my waifu, Ember. She's pregnant. I kidnapped her, and you're going to keep her company for a little while. She tells me you haven't been eating. She's an ex-nurse and is concerned about your health. Personally, you can die or whatever. I'm done with you." He gets up and gives Ember a kiss before he leaves. He can hear her asking him what he likes to eat. She's a good cook. Here, have a lollipop; it will help.

That was months ago, too long ago. No, he's sure Ember wants to save the boom brat. She would never sleep with him and put him at that kind of risk. Not that it matters. He's going to destroy him and punish her just as soon as they can get her. The League is with him on the roof, watching the sidekicks look bored while watching Embers apartment. He smiles as Dabi walks up with a thumbs up.

"Everything is set. We got a guy called the packrat. He can empty out her apartment in under ten minutes. If her laptop is in there, we'll get it."

“Good,” Shigaraki hisses. "Remember to leave one alive in case it's not there. Now, let's go kill some sidekicks."

Chapter 22

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rodeoxqueen · 4 years ago

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Keeping Up With A Himbo: V (I)- Melatonin? Melanin?

Series Summary: A series of domestically fluffy snippets where the s/o of a Sparda learns just how much of a himbo their lover is.

Work Summary: A riveting tale in which V gives you serotonin by confusing melatonin for melanin.

Tags/Warnings: Gender-Neutral! S/O, Medical Inaccuracies, V Is Stupid Too, Maybe Rodeo Made Him Too Stupid, Heatwaves, Domestic Fluff, Comedy, Grocery Store Runs

V was not great with excess sunshine and heat. However, it was the summer and that was all there was. Strolls became unbearable as he would rather sleep in with you and wound up waking at the most sweltering temperature.

You were fine with it, opting to wear things that left more skin showing. Tantalizing as it was, it was harder to appreciate when he himself practically boiled in the leather he was used to wearing. He sadly gave up his usual garb for shorts and tank tops, his favorite sandals replaced as well.

It was the end of the week, meaning you would have to restock your shared apartment’s rations of food and supplies. You grabbed your wallet and keys, sliding on a pair of shoes. Sunglasses in hand, you called out for your boyfriend.

“V, if you don’t want to go, I can go myself.” He sighed, grabbing his cane and walking out the door with you.

“You know that won’t do.”

Redgrave was beautiful during the summer. With the clear sky and warm weather, it was as if this place didn’t actually crawl with demons.

While you basked in the sun, feeling the heat seep into your skin and radiate outwards, V wished for an iceberg to fall on him.

It was HOT. He insisted on wearing black and he paid for it every time. It was as if the sun had parked herself right on top of him and he already knew he was turning pink.

Tousling his hair, he groaned at how hot the top of his head was. The two of you had just started on your walk and the concrete had been waiting, heatwaves practically jumping off the surface. At least you were happy.

“V? V? Are you okay?” He snapped out of his stupor, tilting his head to greet your inquiry.

“Yes? Forgive me, it’s a bit warm.” You laughed at your grumpy poet.

“Yeah, a little. I’ll be sure to get some sunscreen for you.”

“Please do. I’d hate to repeat last time.”

“Oh yeah, I remember! You burned so bad at the beach.” V shivered despite the weather. He had decided to partake of the beach with the rest of the devil hunters and Nico. Your bathing suit was so enticing on your frame yet he could never forget how his skin peeled off from the unforgiving sun.

“Maybe you don’t produce a lot of melanin. Y’know, the stuff in your skin that absorbs the sun’s rays.” You explained, finally stepping foot into an air-conditioned grocery store.

V sighed, pink skin cooled before he could burn anymore.

“Perhaps.” A grocery cart in hand, you trekked about the store with V.

Through the produce section, V grabbed a few apples while you inspected a head of lettuce. V noted you bought materials for hamburgers, his favorite.

You went to grab some sunscreen afterward, knowing you’re going to need a lot for V.

Meanwhile, V thought about what you said earlier. He stood next to you in the aisles, the shelf behind him full of multivitamins. A certain bottle caught his attention.

What was it that protected human skin from the sun? It started with an M. Careful hands plucked the bottle from its place. Colorful with a picture of the moon and sun, he decided that these gummies were what he was looking for.

“This might do.” He threw it in the cart with the sunscreen you found.

V was putting the groceries on the conveyer belt when you decided you wanted ice cream and ran to the freezers.

Luckily you returned quickly. The previous time you did a last-minute run, you were gone for too long and V had to stand there awkwardly in the perception of many pissed customers.

In your hands, you held the cold delicacies that V predicted you would consume all of them in an hour and regret it.

White grocery bags in hand, V walked right back outside. You had already gotten started on a popsicle, offering V several licks.

When you got back home, V put the bags on the counter to find the sunscreen and medicated gummies. He swiftly placed them in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.

Looking into the mirror, he mussed up his hair again. You had a spare hair tie on the sink which he used to tie his hair back.

After dinner, V decided to eat some of the gummies. He took a generous amount. They were rather sweet with a slightly gritty texture. He wondered how long they would take to work, never wanting to sunburn ever again.

Laying on the couch half an hour later, he found himself tired. Almost aggressively tired. He wasn’t even outside for that long, so he marked heatstroke off his list of what could have made him so exhausted. The book in his hands became the book on his face and he fell fast asleep.

When he woke up, he felt groggy, his head weighted by wet cement. His back hurt with the precarious way he laid on the couch.

You heard the sound of him waking up, a raspy groan leaving him while he stretched.

“Good morning. I hope you weren’t too lonely without me last night.” He said. You looked over the kitchen counter with a grin. He coughed, his throat dry.

“More like overmorrow.” He got up lazily, confused. He looked at his skin, noting no difference. Did the supplements work?

“V...you slept for an entire day and a half. I didn’t want to bother you but I did have to check your pulse a few times. Had to make sure that you were still alive.” V walked into the bathroom, seeing a couch imprint on his face, half of his hair completely flat to his face.

“Perhaps it’s just a side effect of those melanin supplements I got.” You snapped your head around from making breakfast, confused.

“What.” He made his way into the kitchen. V ruffled his bed head, handing you the bottle. The cupboard was opened and closed, V chugging a glass of water. Leaning against the counter, he watched you examine the bottle in disbelief.

“Sweetie-” You pointed to the melatonin medication. A rising sun with a cartoony smile and a sleeping moon was printed on the plastic surface.

“Why did you take these?”

“To have more melanin.” You turned around, and V found you with an expression that said “I want to scream like a pterodactyl for a moment.”

“V, melanin is a pigment. Melatonin is a sleep medication. This is melatonin. Baby, you just ate half a jar of sleep gummies.” You emphasized the pronunciation of melanin and melatonin.

V’s eyes went blank, just realizing his mistake.

“Oh.”

You didn’t stop laughing for an hour. He never heard the end of it.

#rodeo is probably the only one who thinks this is funny #inspired by a tweet from years ago #rodeo ain't forget #v x reader #v dmc5 #dmc v x reader #devil may cry #vitale x reader #keeping up with a himbo #kuwah

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surpriserose · 3 years ago

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how bout hol horse x polnareff

wow enenemienies to lovers UwU

i think theyre both just funny little guys and honestly two funny little guys is the ideal ship dynamic. too bad hol horse is the straightest man alive and thinks the french are just like that when polnareff kisses him </3

i think their relationship is comprised entirely of pissing matches that they both manage to lose somehow djasfslkdj

also polnareff takes hol horse to fancy french restaurants but he just orders a hamburger every time <3

hol horse tries to get polnareff into american football but polnareff hates the cowboys </3 he becomes a buccaneers fan </3

part 5 hol horse could beat diavolo though bucciarati and giorno dont even need to get involved because polnareff gave hol horse emperor requiem like 10 years before part 5. it still traps diavolo in an infinite death loop, but its american this time so diavolo dies at a lot of state fairs and rodeos </3

#hol horse x polnareff #jjba #hol horse #jean pierre polnareff #actually tagging these because i want ppl to laugh at my jokes <3 #vento auero spoilers

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petitelepus · 4 years ago

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25 Days of MTMTE Christmas, Part 20, Christmas Wish

You just wish for your lover’s happiness.

Brainstorm was watching him again. You were both in the mess hall on your lunch break. While you were taking an occasional bite out of your hamburger, your lover Brainstorm's attention was somewhere else than on his energon rations. He had his chin resting in his servos, and he sighed like a lovestruck fool. You followed his gaze and saw Perceptor on the other side of the hall, getting his own rations. "You're staring,” you pointed out before taking a long sip of your soda. Brainstorm jolted like you had tased him with an energon prod. He turned to look at you. "Have you seen him!? Percy is like a work of Primus - brilliant mind and hot! We should totally date him!" He wasn't even trying to cover his crush on the other scientist. It should piss you off, or at least bother you, but you knew what you were getting into when you started going out with him. You were rather smart (for a human), but you knew that you could never compete with Brainstorm or Perceptor when it came to the battle of brains. "I mean, you and I are pretty awesome together, but imagine what we could be with Perceptor? The chances and opportunities are limitless!" He babbled excitingly. You chomped down the rest of your burger before taking an idle sip of your drink. He started saying something really flattering about the red mech and you smiled. It should bother you that your lover was looking at other bots... But when he looked at Perceptor with this amazing glint in his golden optics, you couldn't help but fall for him again, time after time. You had always loved how lively and quirky Brainstorm was, so when one day he came to you and asked if you would date him, you accepted him immediately. It was a wish come true. He was absolutely lovestruck with you, and would talk to you for hours about science and some crazy weapon ideas he had. He loved it when you suggested something equally crazy. He would compliment you for your ideas, and call you his little Pistol. A weird nickname given by an equally weird bot. But you always noticed how he acted towards Perceptor. He would try to impress the other scientist, bragging like a peacock. It always worked on you, but Perceptor might have higher standards. So, when the red mech ignored his advances, you would look at Brainstorm for signs of defeat, but he always kept smiling. You loved him and wanted him to have anything or anyone he wanted. You wanted to make his wish come true. "Are you going to eat, or go on a hunger strike?" You asked with a mischievous smile. Brainstorm snapped out of his thoughtful daze, and took off his mask to refuel. You loved him with a mask on, but without a mask…. damn if he didn't have the most beautiful lips. You watched him refuel, your mind wandering. You must have zoned out, because suddenly you felt his soft lips on your forehead, and you jolted back to reality. "Sneak attack!" Brainstorm grinned at you before putting his mask back on. "Shanix for your thoughts?" You smiled and shook your head. "Just trying to figure out something." "Need a brain? I have a huge one, so I could help!" He grinned. You snorted, overtaken by how adorable he was. You were about to ask just what he had on his mind when you noticed Perceptor leaving the mess hall. "Gotta go! See you later Brains!" You quickly collected your stuff and ran out of the mess hall to chase after Perceptor. You needed to talk to him. If your plan worked, then Brainstorm would be happy for the rest of his long life. "Perceptor!" You shouted. The red mech stopped immediately as he turned to address you. "Liason? Is something wrong? Can I assist you in any way?" You nodded seriously, looking into his optics. "Yes. I need to talk to you about something." He nodded, and motioned for you to continue. "It's about Brainstorm. How do you feel about him?" "Brainstorm?" Perceptor echoed. "He is a wild card, but also a brilliant mind, and not to mention--!" He started to name all sorts of characteristics about your lover, and while some were questionable most were good things. He recognized Brainstorm as his equal. That was a good start in your mind. You thought that he had no deep feelings for Brainstorm, until you saw the smile rise to Perceptor's face the more he talked about Brainstorm. You felt nostalgia hit you, having a flashback to that moment when you and Brainstorm started to date. Perceptor was still talking when you interrupted him. "What would you do if I told you that he loves you?" You said with a smile. Perceptor quieted down. You could almost see the gears in his helm turning, but after a moment he gave you his reply. You smiled, told him to follow his spark and that his wish might just come true. Brainstorm and Perceptor thought that they were alone in the lab together, but you were hiding around on the other side of a shelving unit, watching the two scientists talk. You heard Perceptor confess that he would like to be more than just a lab partner to the flyer. Brainstorm didn't waste any time. He immediately jumped against Perceptor to wrap his arms around him in a huge hug. You smiled, but you weren't happy exactly. It's a bittersweet feeling, seeing your loved one choose another over you. Many would lose their minds in jealousy and heartbreak, but you didn't. When you truly loved someone, you were ready to put their happiness over yours. Even if it meant losing them. That was just how much you loved Brainstorm. But damn did it hurt to do the right thing. You felt your throat tightening, the tell-tale sign that you were about to start crying. You swallowed hard, but that didn't fix it. As the first sob passed your lips, and the first tear streamed down your cheek, you smiled as you looked at Brainstorm one more time before turning and leaving... Looks like you were going to be spending Christmas all alone. You were planning on burying your heartbreak beneath a pint of candycane ice cream, when suddenly your feet were swiped off the ground and you were tossed into the air! You yelped and threw out your arms to grab hold of something. There was a chuckle, and you looked up to see Brainstorm holding you against his chassis. You blinked owlishly. Then Perceptor walked over to stand before you two. "Where did you think you were going?" Brainstorm asked. You could tell that he was smiling by the way his optics gleamed. You glanceed between him and Perceptor in clear confusion. "Wh-why??" "Did you think that you could just leave me like that?" Brainstorm asked. "But..!" You choked. "But I thought you loved Perceptor?" "What gave you the idea that I don’t also love you?" The blue and white scientist asked. You frowned. "You're always admiring Perceptor, and telling me how you want to date him. I decided to just remove myself from the picture so you could be happy..." "Silly! I never said that I should date only him! I always included you in my wish,” he said. Your mind went blank in shock and surprise. You started thinking about all of the conversations that revolved around Perceptor. You realized that Brainstorm was right. He always included you in his wish of dating the former Wrecker. Tears rose and fell before you could stop them. Perceptor immediately stepped closer to the two of you, and you were cradled between him and Brainstorm. "What's wrong!? Are you hurt!?" Brainstorm cried out in fear. He held you closer as you cried violently. "I'm just so relieved I was wrong...!" You sobbed. Your face was burning, and you tried to violently wipe the tears with your shirt's sleeves. Your heart felt heavy with feelings, but your new lovers wouldn't let it drag you below the surface. After crying for a solid five minutes, you calmed down finally. You looked up at the bots hovering over you, and smiled shakily. "If you will, will you have me as your lover? Both of you?" You asked with a small smile. The bots hugged you close to their sparks. You felt so unbelievingly happy. Your Christmas wish came true, but it was better than you could have ever predicted. "We love you,” they said in unison.

You hiccupped wetly. "Love you too."

#mtmte #transformers mtmte #transformers #brainstorm #perceptor #reader #reader insert #christmas #fluff #so sweet #sweet

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boomstyle · 4 years ago

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Sonic Boom : Friend or Foe

[Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and settings of Sonic boom. Oh, watch out for OCs!]

What's with Shadow??

After the whole paparazzi issue, my gangs and I decided to have a sleepover at Amy's house. We are all happy to invite Shawn after all, he's no longer a stranger but a member of Team Sonic. However, Shawn has a lots of things to learn so before we left to Amy's house, we decided to introduce him to the village center in Hedgehog village.

"Gangs, what's our agenda?", I asked the whole team.

"How about sleepover at Amy's house?", Knuckles asked.

"That'll be great.", Tails said.

"Yay", Sticks said.

"Cool", I am super excited.

"I agree", Amy said

"By the way, Shawn"

"You seemed to be new on this village."

"Yeah, so?", Shawn said.

"Why don't we take a brief tour at our village?", Amy offered.

"That will be great.", Shawn replied.

"So Shawn, this is Meh Burger where every villager get their fast food order. Usually, Sonic ordered a chilli dog and hamburger without pickles. He hates pickles.", Amy explained.

"Yeah but Dave always add pickles when I said no pickles.", I complained. Wait, I am not supposed to say that. He didn't even know about Dave. Oh come on, he's going to know it sooner or later.

"Wait, who's Dave?", Shawn asked

"The guy who worked at Meh Burger", Sonic said.

"He seemed to be quite lazy and careless from what I heard", Shawn replied.

"Quite, Shawn? He's totally lazy and careless. Heck, he's lame", Amy defended.

We continue our brief tour until suddenly, a punch landed at Shawn's back to the wall. Yep, he plummetted into the wall. I wondered who punch Shawn invisibly like a shadow. Wait, it must be Shadow.

"Ugh, that hurts. Why do I get kicked into a wall?", Shawn complained.

"Correction, plummet into the wall", a black hedgehog appeared.

There, my gangs and I witnessed Shadow launching an attack toward Shawn. I knew that it's him who would be able to do that with bare hands. Okay, that's not important. What matters now is that our friend is in danger.

"Oh no, this is not good.",I said.

"Shadow is here.", Amy said.

"Gang, let's fight him!", I said

"Yeah!", My gangs(except Shawn) and I shouted.

We stopped Shadow and prepare ourselves in battle position before he could do more damage to Shawn. Ideally, Shadow would have stomped at us 'cause technically, we were clearly getting on his way. Instead, something weird occured.

"Now, Shawn. Preapare to..."

"Not so fast", I shouted in a battle stance along with my gangs.

"Sonic", Shadow smirked.

"I don't have time for this, step aside!"

"Never!", I insisted.

"Stay away from our friend, punk!", Amy said. Hah, I agree with her, Shadow is such a punk.

"Your friend?", Shadow said.

"Yeah, you're right. Our friend. You think you can just rampange around the village like that.", Amy angered. Well, that's my Ames.

"Ha, like I need to hear a word from a pink brat like you. You're just like your boyfriend", Shadow said.

"What?? Hey, he's not my boyfriend and don't you dare calling me a pink brat!", Amy said.

"Is this a battle or couple feud?", Tails prematurely asked.

"WE ARE NOT COUPLE!!", Shadow and Amy shouted.

"You sure look like one", Sticks said.

"WHAT?? Are you crazy, Sticks?", I can't believe that my gangs were not shipping me with Amy. I meant we're already in relationship. Wait! I forget. We're dating secretly.

"There's no way Amy and Shadow are going to be loveydovey."

"You know, Sonic. Many times people said that hate will become love someday.", Knuckles said.

Everyone except Shadow and I were shocked at Knuckles. Bruh, Since when Knuckles became so smart. I always knew him as a dimwitted and simpleton.

"What? Just because I'm a meathead. Doesn't mean I don't know about love relationship.", Knuckles was confused why is everybody looking like "Wow, I can't belive this dumb guy know something".

"Okay, this is really weird.", I felt like throwing in my mouth but this was still better than last time when Shadow kicked our butts before and almost cause the end of world.

"Enough of this!", Shadow pissed off at all of us(slight blush in his cheek).

"You're wasting my time"

"I'll be back, Sonic! This time, on my term!"

(voip)

Phew, I'm relieved that Shadow was not going to burst out on us or anything. Last time, Shadow just bursted out on us just because of Eggman's fake footage of me(more like poorly edited video of me). Anyway, my gangs and I rush to Shawn after Shadow left. Phew, once again.

"Ugh..", Shawn felt pain at his back after the blow.

"Shawn, are you okay?", I asked

"Don't worry! I'm fine.", Shawn said.

"Need a hand", I said.

(Afterward)

"Thanks", Shawn said

"Anyway, are we going for a slumber night?", Knuckles asked.

"Yeah", Everyone was excited.

At Amy's House

"Geez, what's wrong with Shadow?", I said.

"I don't know. This sure is weird.", Tails said.

"Shawn, are you okay?", Amy asked.

"Never better that now I am here with my friends.", Shawn said.

"Anyway, is that black hedgehog always acting like that?"

"I don't know but surely, something is fishy", Amy said.

"What are you talking about, Ames? Shadow is just being an edgelord and big bully like usual", I assured her but yeah, what else did you think Shadow would attack Shawn? I mean he could have started the end of world scenario just because of having other people manipulating a footage or even as simple as shoody craftmanship.

"Maybe Sonic is jealous", Knuckles said.

"WHATT?? NO, GUYS. SHADOW IS DANGEROUS AND WE HAVE TO BE CAREFUL AROUND HIM. I DON'T THINK OF AMY THAT WAY. I AM JUST...", I blushed like crazy like why did Knuckles suddenly refer me and Amy a "thing". Did he found out Amy and I were dating? Oh no, this was horrible.

The whole group half eyed on me as if I did something wrong. OMG, this is creepy.

"This sounds fishy.", Sticks said while half eyeing on me.

"super fishy"(suddenly Stick's expression become more delighted)

"I smell the love blossom between Shadow and Amy. Oh, universe, I pray so they will be in love with each other"

"WHATT?? NOOOO. I HATE HIM. HATE HIM. HATE HIM. HATE HIM. THERE'S NO WAY YOU'RE SHIPPING ME WITH HIM. NO, THIS WON'T END GOOD.", Amy scolded and shouted. GEEZ, chill out, Amy! Sticks is just being Sticks.

"You said that now, Amy. But believe me, you'll be in love with him someday.", Sticks said.

Okay. So this is our day. One on all, Shadow just attacked Shawn for no reason. Two and all, Shadow and Amy binkered which is strange. I thought he was going to attack us for defending him but whatever. AND NOW, my gangs didn't acknowledge me as Amy's lover and shipped her with Shadow. NO, WHAT A NIGHTMARE? I JUST DATED HER A YEAR AGO AND NOW... THE WHOLE TEAM SUPPORTED SHADAMY...???

#shadamyboom #sonamyboom #sonicboom #friend or foe? [anonymous]

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