#preppy bastard

[rileylastname]

i really hope they start selling the Lords in Black’s dolls. I think people would go crazy for a Nibbly doll. I would love to get my hands on a Wiggly or a Blinky

[obsessedwithceleste]

Theodore Nott Headcanons

Dedicated to this lil request here 🫶🏽

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It’s no secret that Theodore Nott had a rough childhood

Between witnessing his mother’s death at a young age and having a particularly ruthless father, Theo learned to be quietly reserved early on

1000% Theo is an introvert

Despite being seemingly closed off, he’s extremely observant and good at reading others and picking up on things quickly

While he may not be the best at deciphering his own emotions, he’s able to sort through others’ easily

This makes it easy for him to be rather manipulative because he knows what makes other’s tick and how to go straight for the jugular

He may be distant and off putting in the beginning, but once you get close, he’s a clingy bastard because he doesn’t let many people get close, so once you make it there he’ll basically hold you captive forever

He’s also stupid smart

(Canonically he’s able to re-create an illegal time turner after they were all destroyed in the department of mysteries so//)

And this makes him a bit of an arrogant asshole

Looks down on people he thinks aren’t as smart as him

He definitely thinks that he knows best and can have a “my way or the highway” type mindset

Probably has some type of gifted kid™️ trauma and a crippling fear of failure

Anyway, he’s super intelligent and witty and has the potential to do really well in classes

But he has a nasty habit off skiving off with Mattheo Riddle

Who happens to be his best friend along with Lorenzo Berkshire

A lot of people think Theo is the “mother” of the group, or at least the one with the most impulse control

They’re wrong

Theo is the one that Mattheo goes to with his dumbass ideas and Theo’s response is generally something along the lines of-

“Absolutely not you tosser. If we’re going to do it, we’re going to do it right”

Queue Mattheo’s initial plan- only methodically planned out to cause maximal amounts of emotional trauma for the Hogwarts population

Theo and Mattheo are also a chaotic duo on the quidditch pitch

Theo is a chaser

Making the quidditch team in his third year is one of the only times his father showed a hint of satisfaction with the boy

Being on the Slytherin quidditch team, he’s often labeled a preppy jock

And Mattheo does help him break out of his shell more

But he’s a nerdy lil book worm at heart and likes to be holed up in the library most days

Theo also has quite the reputation of being a ladies man with rumors about his escapades swarming the student body

But really they’re just that- rumors

Lorenzo is more of the openly flirtatious pretty boy, and Mattheo certainly knows how to make his way around which is perhaps why people think Theo would be the same way

But he isn’t one to really form physical attachments- emotional or not

He prefers to fly under the radar

He may have had a fling or two, but isn’t one to kiss and tell

He has a hard time entering a real relationship

Mostly because when he first realizes he’s caught feelings, he’s convinced he’s actually just ill and stays in bed pretending to be sick

But once he comes to terms with things, he’s one determined wizard

Makes sure everyone knows that you’re off limits (possibly before you know yourself)

Definitely goes to Enzo for advice on how to woo you

With varying degrees of success

King of subtle PDA (just enough to mark his territory)

Confident and secure in his relationship, but also still jealous as hell

Will hex the living shit out of someone for breathing at you the wrong way

Finds it amusing when you get jealous though

But will shut it the fuck down as soon as he picks up on you being actually upset (probably embarrassing whoever it is in the process)

Not always the best at communicating his feeling cause he’s emotionally constipated af

But tries because he knows he doesn’t want a relationship like his parent’s

Okayyy I think that’s all for now, but I have a feeling these will grow and evolve with time sooo- ongoing (?) idk

[octuscle]

Can you do a sequel/follow up to Fun at the Not so Fair Ground where a paid of rude and obnoxious preppy university guys get on the bad side of the travelling fun fair workers, particularly Daz, and they get the same treatment Darren did? That was such a hot story

This is a sequel to this story:

Robert and Melvyn had been given $200 each by their parents to have fun at the fair. Of course, they both knew that this was the price the two friendly couples were willing to pay for a relaxing evening without their annoying and spoiled brats. And they also knew that $400 was painfully enough to pay for an entire evening of fun. Even at a carnival, which would certainly not be too expensive as entertainment for the lower classes. But the two of them were more than flush with cash themselves. Robert had a well-stocked trust fund from his grandparents, which yielded a more than generous return. And Melwyn had inherited a block of flats from an uncle, the rental income from which could easily finance his life of luxury. The 400 dollars hardly mattered.

So now the two of them were at the fair. Kids' stuff… They had already celebrated their 12th birthday at Disney World. What else could impress them?

As feared, the whole fair was a pretty boring affair. They even had no fun attacking small children in the bumper cars. Nevertheless, they behaved as if they owned everything here. They let every member of staff know what they thought of the underprivileged people here: NOTHING! And they didn't let people they didn't think much of say anything to them either. They didn't care about rules. And if someone reprimanded them for it, they didn't care either. They were both Upper Eastside. And the others there were Staten Island.

“Hey guys!” they heard a voice from behind them. “A number of colleagues and guests have complained about you. Behave yourselves, or I'll have to expel you from the fair!” Robert and Melvyn turned around. Who dared to speak to them like that? The guy who had dared to do that was obviously Staten Island or worse. A lowlife who spent too much time in the gym or working hard. Maybe only five or six years older than them. But from a different world. He smelled like an ordinary cologne, was dressed the way you might expect someone who worked the carnival to be dressed. His heavy chain screamed “fake”. But his eyes! Piercing blue. Almost hynotizing!

“Listen, you asshole, we're guests and we're not going to let someone like you tell us anything anyway!” said Melvyn. Robert laughed, held out 50 dollars to the guy and said, “That's enough for you to stop bothering us?" The guy smiled. Well, his mouth was smiling. His piercing blue eyes didn't. Robert and Melvyn had messed with the wrong guy. Kyle was Daz's right-hand man. Kyle knew his way around the fair almost as well as Daz, who was the undisputed ruler here. And Daz had given Kyle a free hand in how to deal with the two troublemakers. They had a special way of solving such problems here.

“Guys, maybe we just got off to a bad start. Let's forget what happened.” Kyle continued to smile his ice-cold smile. “I'm the boss of the ghost train here. There's a special ride for special guests only. It would be a pleasure to invite you. He held out two plastic chips with “VIP” written on them. Ghost train...! What a pathetic amusement. But it was cool to see how quickly this bastard caved in to them. He was scum. And Robert and Melvyn were the bosses! So they graciously took the chips and followed Kyle to the ghost train.

It was a terribly boring ride. Only small children would be scared of something like that. Robert and Melvyn were glad when the ride was over and the barrier of their little gondola opened again. They headed for the exit. Suddenly a door slammed shut in front of them. And a hidden wallpaper door creaked open. This had to be the part with the special tour. But here too: Boring effects. Some of them were obviously broken. And the dust and cobwebs seemed to be real. Robert and Melvyn stood in front of a picture with the caption “Your greatest horror”. Well, yes. Greatest horror. It showed two young men with cheap clothes, a cheap haircut and obviously no future. Robert and Melvyn weren't afraid of people like that. They ignored people like that. Next to the picture was a mirror. It was labeled “Your future”. Robert and Melvyn saw two young men with cheap clothes, a cheap haircut and obviously no future. Damn! Robert grabbed his face and his reflection did the same.

Robert and Melvyn looked at each other and turned pale. They looked like scum working at the fair. Cheap faux-leather clothes, chavish haircuts. But fit, athletic bodies. “Dude, what do you look like?” Robert wanted to ask. But instead he said “Yo, what do you look like, huh?”. And he spoke in a heavy New Jersey accent. “Yo, we gotta bounce, like, right now! We gotta skedaddle outta here!” Melvyn replied. And his accent was just as heavy!

In a panic, they both looked for the exit. They found themselves behind the ghost train. Above the exit was a sign that read “Employees only”. Darren tried to open the door. Melvyn rattled the handle. A man opened it for him. Behind the door was a small staff lounge. The man asked him if they wanted to apply for the job of young man traveling with the fair. The two ran off in a panic.

“Yo, buddy, you got any smokes or what?” asked Robert Melvyn. Neither of them had ever smoked in their lives. But their nicotine-yellow fingers now spoke a different language. Melvyn looked in the breast pocket of his leatherette vest. There were exactly two cigarettes left in the crumpled pack of filterless Marlboros. Robert took his Zippo out of his trouser pocket. Damn, that felt good!

“Oi, you muppets! How long are you gonna lounge about? Mel, get your butt to the dodgy car ticket stand! And Rob, shift that rubbish from the beer tent, yeah?!” Shit, if Kyle was in a bad mood, he'd just fuck them both hard again. Sure, it wouldn't be that bad. But there was no money in getting fucked. Mel and Rob finished their fags and trudged off to their chores. While Rob dragged the garbage bags to the bins, he wondered for a moment why he was doing this. Wasn't he actually here to have fun? He heard Mel's hoarse voice shouting through the loudspeaker “Oi, lads and lasses, next shindig's 'round the corner! Come and have a right laugh like ya ain't never had before. Let's hit it, yeah? WILD TIMES AHEAD!” It was clear that Mel had got the better job again. He had probably blown Daz or Kyle earlier. Shit, he could do with another fag already.

Rob and Mel were not the smartest employees at the fair. But they could get stuck in and work hard. They had lived in a caravan with Rob's stepbrother Kyle since they were kids. The fact that they were only stepbrothers had the advantage that they could fuck without any problems. And Mel, as a distant cousin or something, who had lost his parents at an early age and moved in with his godfather Daz, was free as a bird anyway. Shit, he'd already had every showman's cock in his face at the funfair. But preferably Daz's. And that gave him a certain special position.

Unlike Kyle and Daz, Rob and Mel weren't lead wolves even after years. But at least visually they could pass for alphas. They loved life at the fair. They wouldn't trade places with the snobs running around at the annual Newport Beach funfair for the world. Mel imagined Rob with silky hair and a polo shirt when he saw a youngster like that running past him. The youngster looked disdainful. Mel snorted. No, his best buddy was more of the bald-and-naked-upper-body type. Thank God!

[mellowwillowy]

Forever in love with the shady bastards... Primarily Bailey, Remy, and Briar!

Going to the same school as Bailey, Briar, Eden, and Darryl... and meeting the aristocrat-level Remy every now and then. The thought is very yummy~

The perks of being friends with your fellow orphan Bailey was that he was a delinquent who could bend anyone who dare to lay their hands on you most times. He's like Whitney except that you were his soft spot (or perhaps a weak spot). If he couldn't take them all down, he got friends who were willing to help him, Briar and Eden.

Darryl was just a sweet boy you met in the library every now and then. He looked unnerved every day but your presence always soothed him down.

There were times you'd sneak out of the orphanage without Bailey to explore the whole town. Chilling in the park, you met this one attractive older guy, probably in his late 20s to early 30s and before long, the two of you were friends. He would usually just have your arms slung in his and fuck you for the night but there was this ‘aura’ of yours that made him reconsider how he saw you.

Either way, he was content with the random occasional meeting that ended up in the cute cozy cafe across the park. Bailey didn't seem happy whenever you came home with his expensive car but couldn't say anything because Avery did handle your 'rent' either out of good heart or not.

But visiting the park was getting boring for you and before long, you met the rich preppy boy in the horse riding school. Apparently, Avery planned to spend the day with you riding horses and Remy was just coincidentally there to play around, killing his time with horses.

It wasn't anything special when Remy got closer to you, he was just trying to look closer at you considering how pretty your clothes were, alas a bit inconvenient to be worn as a horse rider. Just as he thought about it, the horse tipped you down and your pristine white clothes were soiled. Avery wasn't necessarily skilled but he seemed to know how to take reign of his horse, trying to approach you. But Remy was faster than Avery and it gave him a chance to play savior while all he wanted was to look at your face.

Your face... beautiful.

Avery's voice snapped Remy out of his daze, he barely helped you with anything and apologized immediately.

The day was spent with Remy staring at you while you and Remy rode around. Just before you could leave, Remy made sure to slip a letter for you unknowingly by Avery. Wren whistled playfully as he watched the flustered Remy.

If you ever want to ride these horses again, you are free to come on your own, at no charge.

And ever since then, you'd frequent the horse riding school when you have your free time, getting to know more about Remy and Wren as time goes by. Aside from Avery's financial support, it seemed that Remy had more influence with the orphanage owner, allowing you to live there rent-free. The money from Avery then went to Bailey, helping him pass the week bruise-free. Remy would also make you play with his 'friends', mainly Harper and Niki. Harper was not hiding his feelings for you at all, always trying to please and win your heart even though he knew it was impossible. Niki on the other hand was content to eternalize your beauty with his camera.

Times passed and Eden dropped out, completely gone from the city and roaming within the forest. Years passed. A long time had passed to the point Briar was the brothel owner. Darryl was then the strip club owner, a space way safer than Briar's brothel could ever be. Niki, Harper, and Wren worked with Remy's underground farm, completely fine with how he trafficked humans to turn them into mindless cattle. Avery started to switch companions whenever he got bored or furious over his current one. And Bailey was the same monstrous orphanage caretaker, somehow even worse than the previous ones. Far from how you would ever expect him to be.

Everyone grew older, but you didn't.

No one knew how you died but Eden mumbled something about the city being dangerous. Everyone knew it was dangerous but this was the first time he took action, to leave the cursed city. Bailey knew you were seeing multiple rich guys but it was his first time to meet Remy. He looked devastated unlike what Bailey expected. He thought Remy wouldn't feel anything should you be in danger or perhaps, the unthinkable death.

Remy seemed genuine in his fondness for you, just like Bailey.

"Your family is loaded and shit, why can't they protect them? They can just load their guns and..." Bailey choked, it had been years since he last cried. Even from how much he shook, his fist remained in Remy's shirt collar.

"Your people could have prevented this."

His implication was to have people stalk you. He would never be against it if it meant he could have you avoid this unthinkable fate.

"Your fucking people could have loaded their fucking guns and shot the bastards who did this!"

Another fight almost broke out if not from Briar and Wren separating them two. Remy who had always been smart with his mouth remained silent, pupils shaking from the tears threatening to spill again. He didn't want to speak as he could feel his throat croaking. Briar and Niki tried to calm everyone down, proving to be the only two people who could keep their emotions in check the best.

Harper was already bawling like a baby, trying to use his limited knowledge as a doctor to perhaps bring a miracle for you. Niki would love to eternalize this moment if not for the fear of his camera's clicking noise. The despair and angel simmering once your 'aura' completely dissipated in thin air, it was a delectable scene for him. Like a painter trying to record the moment as their next masterpiece.

Darry was devastated to be one of the last people to notice your passing. Avery was... inscrutable. Or perhaps Bailey just couldn't pay enough attention to anyone else anymore. The two of you promised a future together. Not entirely in a romantic sense like a marriage or any sort of committed relationship; but Bailey didn't mind that. As long as it was a future for him and you.

You.

-

You tried to ease down your heartbeats, you could have sworn you saw blood. Knife. And a brat around your age. Stabbed like a lump of meat ready to be minced as dinner. You swallowed your vomit back as you scurried out of Remy's estate, fearing for your life.

Bailey wasn't lying.

You wished you were running instead of tip-toeing like you were on an iceberg otherwise, you could have avoided bumping into Remy with his silver antlered mask.

"Why are you walking around without your companion?" Remy questioned you as his eyes observed you. Remy kneeled on one knee, his gloved hand holding you by the ankle, "And bare feet too. Tired of dancing and standing? We can have you resting in one of the guest rooms."

You couldn't refuse him, too scared to be the next fowl. This was way different than the fear you had for Whitney and his friends.

"Be my guest, darling." He kissed your foot with a smile. Undeniably clean despite the dusty carpeted floors.

[changingplumbob]

Byron: I bet he’ll be some preppy jerk who is like a third generation drummer and only wants to play classic rock

Will: On the other hand he could be an evil bastard

Byron: *sarcastically* Haha, you’re hilarious

The pair waited outside the music room for the older student and were eventually approached by a boy who looked familiar from the hallways.

Everett: Hey, sorry I’m late. I had a team meeting for basketball that ran over long

Byron: If you’re not wanting to be in a band-

Everett: Oh no I do, there’s plenty of hours in the day, I make the most of mine. So you thinking popular covers or you keen to write your own pieces?

Byron was surprised but glad this wasn't going to be an uphill battle.

Byron: Well I suppose covers would be a good place to start

Everett: Cool, I’ll share my spotify favourites playlist with you two and you can see if anything takes your fancy

[bloodstainsandconfetti]

I THINK ABOUT THIS EVERY FUCKING DAAAAAY. LIKE, BUTCHERS BLOCK IS A GOOD STORY ON ITS OWN BUT W H A T CONNECTION DOES IT HAVE TO SEARCH AND RESCUE???? NONE AT ALL

Its almost as if they bought a random script, tweaked it a little bit to add the stairs and woods and shit, and then went "Eh, see! Good enough." It's fucking outrageous and was so extremely disappointing after how well they handled Candle Cove.

Like, seriously, I seriously would've been able to enjoy the rest of Channel Zero so much more of they weren't just butchering the creepypasta stories they were adapting. "Tales from a Search and Rescue Officer" would make an AMAZING series, but they completely disregarded everything about it and then slapped the stairs in there so they would be able to claim it was "based off it", for clout.

SyFy can go fuck off for screwing over Kerry Hammond, the author of Search and Rescue Stories, so badly in their shitty Channel Zero show.

I’m holding a grudge and not letting go.

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꒰  verse 781  ꒱

tiramisu . . . . . . alessio arias

the unkillable mercenary ˖ male ˖  a punk goth immortal mercenary with a bad boy esque. flirty, charming and a cocky, chaotic bastard with a love for music and dance. an antihero taking down an evil anti-inhuman organisation with his reckless nature. 

strawberry shortcake . . . . . . rishen herrera

the hybrid hero ˖ genderfluid amab ˖ a mantis-moth-spider hybrid and stem genius university student. a nerd with a heart of gold a determination to protect the city. switches between red smart and preppy aesthetic.

mango pudding . . . . . . zhào talisen

the poetic naga reaper ˖ male ˖ a dark academia poet. a grim reaper and naga who is quiet and aloof in nature. a hero in alias and an english literature student with a love for threatre. a beautifully macabre soul with a tongue of poetries.

black forest cake . . . . . . rishima singhania

the head scientist ˖ female ˖ a genius in all fields of science and a woman of stoicism. her cold heart gives way to surprisingly motherly tendancies. monochromatic 1960's aesthetic. the leader of a hero organisation across the multiverse and a renowned sceintist in her city.

affogato . . . . . . vespasiano agresta caliari

the charming vampire lieutenant ˖ male ˖ a vampire dilf - in reality simply a special opps sniper juggling between family and work. a man of charm, telepathy and shadow enthrall. suffering from the wounds of the heart and married to his job. serene, playful and tired to top it all off.

 

꒰  verse 209  ꒱

croissant . . . . . . jìngyí herrera

the snake monster mad doctor ˖ male ˖ a yandere mad doctor who experiments on non-humans. all prim and proper, ever charming and serene on the outside - but is in fact a calculating and manipulative man. a poet tongue that knows how to deceive and twist the narrative.

red velvet cheesecake . . . . . . rishen herrera

the hybrid mad scientist ˖ genderfluid amab ˖ a yandere ceo of a science and research company. effortless and charismatic. a man of cunning intelligence. classy red aesthetic and an indulgent individual that masks evil ethics and sadistic non-human experiments with deceptive charm. 

lemon meringue cheesecake . . . . . . zhào hǎitāo

the demon reaper mercenary ˖ trans male ˖ a cold and calculated member of the resistance against the . a grim reaper with a demon symbiotically bonded to him. intelligent and ruthless. he feeds off vengeance and vows to bring justice to this foresaken world. dark male aesthetic. 

 

꒰  verse 1311  ꒱

​​​​​​egg tarts. . . . . . . jìngyí agresta

the naga mechanist.˖ male ˖ a cunning and ice cold mechanic. a naga and grim reaper who performs as an electric guitarist. deadly silent like a predator with a knack for torturing those that cross him in his workshop. if people see him as a villain for fighting back against discriminating humans then so be it. 

vada. . . . . . . . . . . rishen herrera

the femme fatale admiral ˖ genderfluid amab ˖ the leader of a special agent originisation. and assassin and spy. a man of great intelligence and seductive charm. effortless and femme fatale esque with a sharp tongue. a master strategist with a sense of justice. sassy, sarcastic and a natural leader. scary never wore a smile before him. 

churros. . . . . . . . . alessio agresta arias

the rockstar rebel leader ˖ male ˖ an arsonist and rebellion leader. a callous man with a sick sense of humour with the destructive power of kinetic energy manipulation. a punk rockstar when he is not causing explosions and stirring fear. flirty, humorous yet ready to do whatever it takes to avenge all fallen inhumans. 

ba bao fan . . . . . . . . . zhào hàoyú

the demon casino owner ˖ male ˖ a grim reaper possessed by a demon that feeds on lies. always ready for a good gamble at his casino. villainous yet charismatic. quite the possessive man who enjoys taking sadistic measures. dark male aesthetic with twisted grins and manipulation. 

 

꒰  verse 164  ꒱

key lime pie . . . . . emerald mania ( alessio agresta )

the master of magic ˖ male ˖ the first sorcerer who is considered a corrupt magic god. charming yet sadistic, he takes on the appearance of a demon and dwells in twisted forest. catching poor wanderers and experimenting on their souls. all magic originates from him and he intends to make people remember that. the gods fear his name and the very earth quakes in his presence.

rhubarb and strawberry crumble . . . copper resentment ( zhào talisen )

the snake deity of deceit ˖ male ˖ a siren-like monster that dwells in a large, cursed lake. considered a corrupt god with the power to destroy and reshape universes. a poettic tongue that spills lies and stirs chaos despite his divine and proper appearance. often said to lure beings into the water and challenge the gods. the gods fear his name and the very earth quakes in his presence.

 

꒰  verse 9948e  ꒱

milk tarts . . . . . . alessio agresta arias

the malefic sorcerer ˖ male ˖ a vintage goth sorcerer with a destructive amount of power. dry, sarcastic and chronically tired. a former rockstar who grieves the loss of his lover. now known as a cold-hearted spellcaster on a mission to bring the dead to life. 

lemon coconut tart . . . . . . zhào jìngyí

the wandering guarding reaper ˖ male ˖ joyously whimsy, a grim reaper who roams the afterlife after his early passing. always cracking a joke, poet in his own way and soft in nature - yet able to switch instantly on those that underestimate him. he ventures through the realms to aid in missions of the gods. soft aesthetic. 

tres leches cake . . . . . . rishen aryielus

the devil in angel's robes˖ genderfluid amab ˖ a charming and attractive angel of pure divinity. raised by the gods with seemingly a heart of gold. but a frightening presence and terror amount of sword skill despite his benevolent appearance. making most believe that he might indeed be a demon. 

passionfruit custard tart . . . . . . zhào hàoyŭ

the rebel reaper˖ male ˖ a dramatic and charismatic grim reaper with a knack for art. ever as flirty and adorned in a punk goth aesthetic with vintage twists. ever as flirtatious and sometimes chaotic. the heart of a rebel who fights to change the system of his world and the divine while he's at it. a vexer of the gods. 

almon jelly . . . . . . zhao yìzé

the mercenary reaper ˖ male ˖ an aloof grim reaper who delves into mercenary. taking out his anger in weaponry and kills. a caring soul who would rather remain cold as to not wear his heart on his sleeve more than he already has. cyberpunk aesthetic with a rebellious flair. 

mango pancakes . . . . . . zhào hǎitāo

the instigator reaper ˖ trans male ˖ an mortician who also delves into the black market as an informant. calm and collected yet ample times cunning. ready to strike down those that deserve. an instigator in nature. soft boy blue aesthetic.

red bean bun . . . . . . yuè mèng yáo

the grim reaper mother ˖ female ˖ a woman of great serenity and traditional in her culture's ways. known for her wisdom and peace - yet also the frightening presence that she brings in her wake. the leader of a grim reaper sanctuary and a mother protective of her kids.

bungeoppang . . . . . . . kyung seong-jin

the diurnal reaper detective ˖ male ˖ a supernatural detective with no filter. a grim reaper who is cold in nature. the heir of a renowned reaper family with a dark male aesthetic. often considered rude - yet dutiful. he has no restraint in his blunt tongue - yet has a warm heart for those he holds dear. 

sakura pudding. . . . . . . shimada takara

the killer kitsune ˖ genderfluid ˖ a kitsune masking their nogitsune nature. chaotic and wild with a bite for thrill and danger. constantly seeking a way to keep themselves from boredom. he finds himself in rasui's mercenary syndicate to manage his violent tendencies. a mix of traditional and cyberpunk aesthetic. 

revani . . . . . . . rasui

the fire elemental mercenary leader ˖ male ˖ a mercenary leader who is ever as regal and serene. cold on the exterior and strict in nature. a sometimes domineering fire elemental who tries to remain as callm and collected as possible. proper and formal in aesthetic. 

mango sticky rice . . . . . . . lisse

the fatale nature elemental merc leader ˖ female ˖ a charming nature elemental and the leader of the thorn mercenary syndicate. a woman of sweet smiles and sultry, batting lashes who prefers to lure her victims in, play around, before going for the kill. beauty is a weapon and her act of sweetness paired with seductive allure certainly does the trick. a sadistic woman who loves her flowers and tea.

kheer . . . . . . . shalika vaishya

the divine-scorned cultivator writer ˖ female ˖ a cultivator turned "gods' lapdog" as they call her. constantly running around and solving their bidding while uncovering the mess of magic within her city. a reporter trying to juggle her life as a cultivator scorned by the divine — and a dark voice whispering vengeance in her mind. instead she'll write it out.

peach & almond crostata . . . . . . nadia armetta stenskjold

the villain harpy sculptor ˖ female ˖ either dwelling in her famous sculpting store or wreaking havoc within elritea, the harpy villain. harbouring a blood lust not many understand, specifically for the renowned zhào family and it's lady. her fury deeper than the holes she drills into the rock of her newest work.

 

꒰  verse 9819  ꒱

caramel cheesecake . . . . . . . . alessio agresta arias 

the serial killer magician ˖ male ˖ the effortlessly charming leader of a crime specialist syndicate. a sort of robin hood and outlaw with a dark male aesthetic. serial killer of several politicians. cunning, witty and justice seeking. evading capture and playing games with the government council like the illuionist he is 

choc-raspberry pudding cake . . . . . . . . rishen herrera

the mastermind investigator grim reaper ˖ genderfluid ˖ an intelligent and cunning world renowned investigator with a thrill for danger. constantly searching for a possibility of him being wrong. old money aesthetic, brimming with charm and charisma. a confident, witty being trying to ignore his lineage as a grim reaper. he'd much rather solve crimes than reap souls.

éclair . . . . . . . . zhào jìngyí

the charming inventor reaper ˖ male ˖ an influential artificers and clock tower workers. a grim reaper and investigator. a brilliant man of many crafts and skills, with a mission to solve the most recent murders around the city. a sharp minded and wise man with a poetic tongue to riddle his suspects mad. charm and charisma yet manipulation and cunning tactics hide behind this alluring smile. a poet, an artist

strawberry cupcake . . . . . . . . denara agyros

the darling sorceress heir ˖ female ˖ a lunar sorceress and heir to a renowned magic family. gothic in aesthetic and a lover of horror. yet soft and optimistic. a tender soul with a dark side. a kind nurse fighting off her jealous nature. burying into her love for thriller writing. 

red velvet cookies . . . . . . . . zhào xīyáng

the grim reaper mercenary boss ˖ male ˖ a collected and deadly quiet mercenary boss grim reaper. frightening with a taste for danger. a mix of oriental and refined white aesthetic. cold in nature and has ever the blunt tongue mixed with dry humour. he shakes hands with the devil to protect his city. 

 

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kulfi. . . . . . . . rishen herrera

the mad cultist composer ˖ genderfluid amab ˖ a blank cultist with the ability to manipulate blood itself. a composer who writes with the very crimson he sheds. monotone with a dark sense of humour. cursed to glitch into phantom versions of his doppelgangers across the multiverse. a nercomancer with red esque.

mooncakes. . . . . . . . zhào hàoyŭ

the vengeful phantom ˖ male ˖ a phantom that haunts his world. sadistic and psychotic. careless with the souls he pulls from the afterlife to aid in his brutal massacres. possessive, obsessive and yandere in every way. with a morbid sense of humour and a smile etched on his face at all times. 

 

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berry crumble . . . . . . . . jìngyí verseless

the demon alchemist ˖ male ˖ a demon with a frightful reputation. silent, sadistic and intelligent. best known for his alchemist shop in the dephs of hell. a dark oriental aesthetic with hints of modern. ever as graceful and beautifully macabre. loves to tempt his anger and remind others why he rose through hell's ranks.

kourabiethes . . . . . . . . valerius ariti

the hex demon lord ˖ male ˖ a serene demon lord who casts hexes through the multiverse. indifferent and ever ready to accept a deal so that he might play around with a mortal. regal and strewn in gold. divine to the point some consider him a god. refined and charming despite his brutal nature and vanity. 

cherry custard tart . . . . . . . . orion

the abyssal angel general ˖ male ˖ a silent and poetic angel who ranks as a general. known for his watchful eye over the abyss. cold in exterior and a strategic warrior. yet beyond caring with those he holds dear. a wise soul who can be a bit of a trickster at times.

[namranii]

Okay, so, I was thinking and have thought of something! ^^

I like headcanons, love them in fact! Especially in bullet lists so I’d prefer that kind of format :)

As for my ask, well, what about Gary Smith with a girlfriend who wants to try more… luxury brands? If we take into account that Mr. Smith could be his grandpa, Gary’s background should be… well.. good. So one day his girl would think about getting some piece of clothing from a fashion / luxury brand?

Got this idea because I myself am starting to like brands like Victoria’s Secret, Dior… 🫣 I hope it’s no trouble then!

Thank you sm for putting your time into it! ^o^

(sorry this took so long!!)

“baby can i use your credit card to buy Brunello Cucinelli, please?”

“im sorry, WHAT?”

sure his grandpas rich, but he doesn’t know shit about these luxury brands, so you’re going to have to teach him. it takes awhile, and gary can be a bit of an idiot when it comes to things like this.

starts buying stuff for you without you having to ask him, and lets just say he has surprisingly good taste. likes going to victoria’s secret and buying you freaky ahh lingerie.

“i see the appeal, but now i feel like a fucking rich kid.”

“you are a rich kid, gary.”

“yeah, but not like a preppie bastard-“

takes you shopping once a week, letting you pick everything out.

will sometimes steal his families money.

in all honesty, thinks some of the fashion brand are ugly, but he loves you and lets you buy what you want.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Adam for no reason: fuckin preppy little bastard with a fire cracker up his ass, fuckin stuck up chihuahua, fuckin pintsize bitch

Lucifer:..

Adam: fuckin gremlin with little dog syndrome! always having to overcompensate for your tiny size and shit !

Lucifer: well you weren’t complaining last night and this morning in bed

Adam: fuck you!

Lucifer chuckling and patting Adam in the cheek snugly: no, sweetie pie. It is I who fucks you~

Adam: *Grumbling under his breath* Fucking little prick

Lucifer: Awww, you're so cute when you're mad. Glad to see I haven't fucked that brattiness out of you yet.~

Adam: Yet? Hey! I'm not a fucking brat asshole!

Lucifer: Sure you are, *Grabs Adam by his hair* but not always, right sweetie?~

Adam: I-I-I, no?

Lucifer: Good boy.~

Adam, internally: I'm a good boy <3

[warping-realities]

A Better Roommate

Joshua watched from the dorm window his roommates at Saint James Academy, all gathered for the annual start-of-year photo shoot.

"Bunch of preppy, cocky, bastards." He murmured to the window as his colleagues posed for the photographer. Joshua was supposed to be outside with them right now, but his delay was deliberate. He was waiting for which of the assholes who had made his life a living hell to come after him and thus be irretrievably changed into a much better version. For generations, Joshua's family owned a small metallic disk of immeasurable power, a Reality Warper, capable of altering reality itself when directed at a person. Joshua should not be in possession of the object, his father forbade him to even approach the small disk. The same father who had let Timothy, his older brother of his, use it, which made Joshua enraged. The situation got worse when their father refused to even explain how the object works, telling him that this was not a conversation to have with a sixteen-year-old boy and that he let Timothy use the object only after he was already a grown man . Joshua might not know how to use it but he knew in who his brother used it. It was obvious that Lucas, Timothy's boyfriend had been the result of the Reality Warper's power. Even without fully understanding that power and the functioning of the object, Joshua snatched it away from his father and took it with him, willing to transform his imbecile colleagues into versions he could tolerate.

"It was just a matter of time." He thought, watching his colleagues in the courtyard below.

After several minutes the exhibitionist assholes finally remembered that someone was missing and felt one of their own looking for him. Billy was the chosen one, the golden boy, a proud member of the school's swim and water polo teams. Joshua almost regretted his plan for him, Billy was always nice to him, unlike the others he never humiliated him or called him stupid nicknames and he was reasonably intelligent, the two had a couple of almost interesting conversations in the last year. But fate had chosen him to be the first one of a new and improved group of roommates, and Joshua wasn't about to back down. He would never admit it but the truth is he was lonely and what he wanted most in the world was to belong to something, to be part of a group, but that group, his peers would never accept a skinny kid with an interest in science and nerd culture among them and they had made that clear the year before. Billy was the only one who had tried to help him in any way, offering to teach him how to swim or the rules of a few sports, but Joshua couldn't change who he was, so he was going to change who they were. "Hey Josh, we're waiting for you for the photo, man." Billy said from the doorway, his wavy blond hair framing his handsome face.

Hi William, how was your summer break?

"Break was cool, man. Seriously, come on, the guys are waiting, don't give them ammo to use against you on the first day of school."

"Ah, but they won't be against me this year, and neither will you, in fact I dare say we'll get along much better, that we'll even be best friends."

"What are you talking about? Decided to try harder to fit in? It has to be a real effort, dude, not like last year."

"It won't take any effort, at least not on my part. I want a roommate who is ideal for me." Said Joshua holding the Reality Warper as he looked at Billy expectantly. And…. nothing happened.

"Yeah, I also want a roommate that's ideal for me, Josh, but instead…" Billy began, being suddenly interrupted by the Reality Warper's activation.

"No, it wasn't supposed to be like this, I have the command, I…." Shouted Joshua scared while a metallic structure surrounded him forming a kind of cocoon. "Joshua, Joshua!!! What the fuck is this, man?" Barked an anguished Billy leaning against the front wall of the cocoon, which immediately liquefied, causing him to withdraw his hand scared.

"What the fuck?" He repeated the boy, seeing the structure solidify again, but now showing on its surface the carved image of a nerd boy.

"Joshua…?"

The structure liquified again before Blly's incredulous eyes, only to solidify one more time, now revealing the image of a handsome young man.

"What a…" Billy started to say again, but stopped when he saw the cocoon around Joshua retract into a small metal disk that fell to the ground with a clink. The truth is, Billy didn't even pay attention to the Reality Warper, as he was shocked by the figure sitting in front of him.

"Joshua?" Billy asked with a trembling voice to the boy with defined muscles and a beautiful face framed by curls of light brown hair. Which opened his eyes and smiled.

"It's Josh, Billy, since when do you call your best bro by his batispm name delle?" Said the boy.

"Best bro?"

"Yeah, dumbass, unless you've found a better wingman than me, which I doubt, the hotties all want some of that." Said the boy pointing to his dick, before getting up and patting Billy on the shoulder, who at that moment was invaded by a hole new set of memories.

Instead of Joshua the year before Billy met Josh and it was like meeting the brother he never had. The two became friends at first glance because of how similar they were. They made the swim and water polo teams together, they had the same taste in movies and video games, they even got the same grades. And most importantly, whenever they had the opportunity to leave school and meet some girls, their dynamic duo scored, scored high. All of this happened like a flash before his eyes and he accepted that new reality as if it were the only one that existed.

"You're the dumbass, Josh. Why aren't you dressed yet? Everyone's waiting for you for the picture."

"I tried to lure that Mexican maid into the lions' den, but she's been playing hard. She doesn't know what she's missing..."

"Certainly every hot woman like that wants a sixteen-year-old brat to raise."

"Hey bro! I'm a badass and I'll be your captain, be more respectful!"

"You, captain? Only over my dead body!"

"Is that a request bro?"

"No, it's a warning, you asshole!"

"Ah, I missed that sense of humor of yours, bro. There's no better joker than you." Said a fully dressed Josh, as he patted Billy on the shoulder again while inadvertently kicked a small metallic disc out of the room.

Joshua should have listened to his father. No one in the long generations that their family had owned the artifact had really understood the full workings of the Reality Warper. But there were some rules to be followed in its use. For example, the fact that the object required physical contact with both the target and the bearer, in the absence of such contact, the bearer himself would become the target and the first order given to the object would be enforced on him. Another strong suspicion was that the object would have some level of consciousness and will. Which was confirmed in that very moment, when the memories of Josh, Timothy, their father and all the other members of their family were purged of any trace about the artifact.

Not that Josh would care about that right now when he was with his friends, his brothers, his pack. He was a social animal and his greatest pride was that of belonging, not just any group, but the best of the best.

While that photo was being taken the Reality Warper found its way into new unsuspected hands.

Melissa was furious but she couldn't show her feelings, not there in her workplace, although it was precisely because of her work that she felt that way. She was the daughter of Mexican immigrants and had encountered her share of asshole rich men in her life. But she wasn't expecting to find an arrogant boy lying completely naked waiting for her in the dorm she would have to clean. It was a tremendous shock, as the place should have been empty and suddenly she was facing a... a... she preferred to forget. At that moment she wanted to finish off the boy with her broom. But she needed that job to support herself while she attended nursing school at night. Her father could have helped her of course, his auto repair shop was doing well, but she refused on principle to bother him about it. And there was that other reason too… Henry, though in there he was Professor Roberts. Here's a rich and influential man who broke the mold, she thought as her eye was caught by a glow in the corner of the hall.

"What do we have here?" She murmured to herself, holding a small metallic disc in her hand.

….

[khajiitclaws]

Hey! I’m Allan (he/they). I mainly post tes and ffxiv and the occasional stray interest. I try to tag most of what I post and tag my ocs!

OCs

Sori Salbari (ffxiv/tes) WoL. Keeper of the Moon Miq’ote. A clever and stoic rogue who values her duty above all. Paired with Thancred and Urianger. My main oc I talk about.

Iskra Natasch (ffxiv) Non-WoL Hrothgar. A preppy and charming Lominsan chef and adventurer. Supporter of the Scions. Paired with @finalfartasy’s Madclaw

Theodora (ffxiv) Azem oc. An eccentric and passionate woman, beloved and beloathed for her various schemes and outlandish ideals. Energetic and determined about her studies and travel. Paired with Hythlodaeus and Emet-Selch.

Irvina (tes) HoK. Dunmer spellsword. A pathetic drunk sword for hire and conwoman estranged from her family. Longs for companionship and attention which leads to her ruin.

Vanryth Neloren (tes) Dunmer sorcerer with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and power. Cranky and prideful bastard.

Vallina (tes) Altmer mage. A proper and polite daughter of a minor noble family in Alinor who studies archaeology. Auri-El worshipper.

Daydreams-In-Silence (tes) Argonian mage specializing in healing. Ditzy and easily distracted optimist with a heart for adventure.

Marfu Gro-Burzag (tes) An Orsimer fighter with a penchant for literature and poetry.

Eldaria (tes) Altmer necromancer and lich. A peculiar woman with an unhealthy fascination for death and the unknown.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Just an apocalypse au where everything has gone to hell.

Preppy Steve Harrington finds himself all by himself, no parents and no friends as he tries to survive. There had been a time when Tommy was with him but the bastard got greedy. Constantly getting the both of them out of camps, after camp. Up until Steve gave up and went his own way. For all he knows the guy is dead by now. He’s a bit of a loner, hard faced and grounded. So how the fuck did he find himself trapped in a convenient store with a little shit that was no older then sixteen. The kid was smart and tactical but very fucking annoying.

Steve’s been on his own for years now, hiding in the woods. It’s nothing new. Even before shit hit the fan he was by himself most days. Even though this kid, (Dustin he thinks is name is) is smart he’s still freaking out. Steve’s gotten used to being put in situations like this so he barely reacts. Just gets his weapon ready. Thankful that he was able to learn how to shoot a crossbow during one of his times at a camp. (He’s unsure why Dustin was even carrying it around if he didn’t know how to use it. )

It doesn’t take long for them to get swarmed, and the only way is up. Where Dustin as the bright idea of jumping from roof to roof. It’s the only option, and Steve throws the kid over. Doesn’t allow him to even try because the kid was wheezing just going up the stairs. He throws himself over next, landing on the edge. Stumbling to get up. Cross bow hanging off his shoulder as he tries to climb up. Cursing himself out as Dustin tries to help but only makes it worst. Even through his panic steve quickly slaps his hand away and starts to swing his body up. Hoping that short time in gymnastics can help. He almost got his chest up when he’s suddenly pulled up and falling on his face. He’s sure he just chipped a tooth.

Glancing up he sees one of the most intimidating men ever. With long greasy curls, right in front of him was Dustin’s older brother. Who is cursing Dustin out while aggressively pulling the crossbow off from Steve who is moving to get up. The two are smart, and able to handle themselves which is why he tries to sneak away. Before he can though both of them beg him for help with something.

He expects it to be killing a zombie, lifting something up, helping hunt, what he doesn’t expect is to be handed a jar of pickles and begged to open the top. (Along with a few cans and a can opener, the two doofuses are fighting for their life’s and they can’t even open a jaw or simple cans) and god, Steve doesn’t think he can leave to morons out here by themselves.

And when they find a bigger camp, one that is acceptable for them. If Steve starts to sneak into Eddie’s tent at night, or in his bedroom that’s for him to know and no one else.

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: casual sex with a stranger, one night stands, penetrative/unprotected p in v, oral sex, marking, handjobs/fingering, some dirty talk & the use of petnames. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt nine - anonymous sex

character | fandom - rockstar!eddie munson | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, one night stand /college coed & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 4.9k

tagging - &lt; taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . Eddie Munson is only passing through with his band. He plays a show at your favorite dive bar and the two of you hit it off, spending a sex-fuelled weekend together... ( Pt 1 of 2, possible series later )✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Cleveland, Ohio, 1988

❝ This is a bad idea, Taylor.❞ - the local dive bar 3 blocks away from your college campus is ten times as crowded as it normally is. Up towards the front of the small bar, a makeshift stage is being set up and about the third or fourth time someone bumps into you and spills some booze heavy bastardization of a mixed drink down the front of your favorite shirt, you’re seriously tempted to find the nearest exit, a promise is a promise but to be fair, you didn’t realize that live music would draw more people in.

Especially live music from a band that literally nobody’s ever heard of before.

Taylor grabs you by the wrist and she’s pointing to the makeshift stage excitedly. To the drummer, to be exact. You laugh softly because now it makes perfect sense why she dragged you out tonight.

❝ He’s hot, right?❞ she asks. You laugh softly and take a sip of the drink she’s offering you and as you drag the back of your hand over your mouth, you see him.

He’s every bit of 6’2.. At least. The black jeans he’s wearing are so tight you ponder for a few good seconds as to whether they’re painted on and alternately, how the guy’s even breathing okay. 

Your tongue drags over your bottom lip as your eyes linger just a little too long to be decent on the outline standing out against the zipper of his jeans. You actually whine, you don’t realize you have until Taylor starts to laugh softly, watching you as she takes a few sips from the drink after she’s taken it back from you. 

Your entire face feels hot and honestly, you’re not sure whether it’s the booze you’ve barely consumed, the fact that the man you’re currently eye-fucking is apparently hung, if outlines are anything to go by and he’s certainly the most gorgeous example of the male species your eyes have ever set sights on.. 

After you finally manage to tear your eyes off of his lower body, as they drift upwards and you see the defined V of his abdomen -plus a few gnarly scars and a tattoo or two that look pretty recent- peeking out from below the bottom of his cropped black muscle shirt, you gulp. It’s a pathetic attempt to swallow down the lump that’s built in your throat at the sight of this man and also, a pathetic attempt to get your brain unfrozen, get yourself centered and focused again.

And breathing properly, there’s that, of course.

Taylor is standing back, watching you. She’s amused because she’s never seen you this dazed. Especially not over some bad-boy rocker. Preppy law student types, those are all you seem to date.

And it never really works out, she thinks to herself as she continues to watch you as you fuck Mr. Tall, Dark Clothes and Broody Handsome as he sets up for the show, tuning his guitar. Gee, I wonder why. Maybe the preppy law students she’s always hooking up with aren’t actually her type. 

By now, your eyes are drifting to his hands. The way long and thin fingers pluck sound out of a Warlock guitar. You’re doing it again, biting down on your bottom lip, which is now accompanied by your thighs clamped tight yet somehow, still they manage to slip and slide off of each other. Taylor clears her throat just as you finally manage to tear your eyes off his hands and the way he plays his guitar and look at his actual face, locking eyes with him.

He’s staring right back. Hard. When he catches you staring, dead to rights, his cheeks darken just a little and he swallows hard, teeth plucking at a very kissable bottom lip as he grins from ear to ear.

There’s something very familiar about him despite the fact that you know for sure you’ve never met him a single time in your entire life. You know it, there’s no way in hell you would’ve forgotten the man if you had met.

He gives this little wave and you want to dissolve into the floor of the bar. Taylor has gone from laughing a little bit to full-on, doubled over laughing. ❝ Girl.. The look on your face right now...❞ she shrugs off the dirty look you give her as you reach for the cup in her hand and shotgun about a third of the mixed drink left inside of it. 

The watered down 80 proof still manages to burn from your throat down to the pit of your stomach and you grimace because you’re not really a drinker by any stretch so the sips you’ve taken so far have the tips of your ears on fire.

❝ Oh hush.. He’s.. He’s gorgeous, alright? And I swear to God, I’ve seen him before...❞ you’re biting your thumb as you try to puzzle out whether it’s just him in general that feels so familiar -and why, or whether it’s just the fact that you’re a little tipsy now and he looks like an old god or a breathing work of art.

Taylor shrugs. ❝ They’re not from around here.. According to Nick, they’re from some little pissant town.. Uh.. It’s in Indiana.❞ she rubs her forehead as she tries to remember what the owner of the bar was telling her about the band he’d invited to stop in and play an impromptu live show. She grins. ❝ Hawkins! It’s Hawkins, that’s the town they’re from.. You moved around a lot when you were a kid.. Ever heard of the place?❞

You mull it over. The second it hits you, you laugh and nod. ❝ My grandma lived there. I think we visited her a time or two but we were never in town for long or anything.. Definitely not long enough for me to meet and forget that man up there...❞

❝ I call dibs on the drummer..❞ Taylor butts in and you laugh, shrugging. Swallowing hard as you just happen to glance up at the makeshift stage to find the black clad lead singer watching you. A heat spreads throughout your entire body as the two of you lock eyes. He smirks again, giving you a bold little wink. You give him a sassy wave.

❝ The drummer is all yours, girl. If I had t’ call dibs on anybody, I think it’s gonna be him. He’s as tall as a goddamn tree and I’ll be damned if I wouldn’t willingly die to climb him.❞

Taylor snorts in laughter. She writes it off to the mixed drink you’ve been slamming back since the two of you finally managed to get into the bar because normally, you’re real quiet. Real sweet but also, real reserved. You don’t really let loose a whole lot, this is a huge reason why she decided she was dragging you out to the show tonight, hell or high water.

You needed tonight. She definitely needed tonight. Some live music, a few drinks and a chance to relax, no studying or other adult adjacent bullshit on the horizon until around Tuesday.

❝ What’s so funny? I was being completely serious.❞ you ask, giggling as you reach for the cup again, a pout promptly forming just as soon as you realized that the cup was just about empty. Taylor offers it to you and you take it, finishing off the drink.

Your eyes settle on the makeshift stage all over again just as the lights in the bar go dim. And as soon as you hear that they’re opening with a lesser-known Black Sabbath song, you’re one thousand and one percent sure of it, as sure as each breath you’re taking.

You’re fucked when it comes to this guy. Absolutely fucked. Because he’s the antithesis to your typical type and yet, he had you dripping with just a stolen look or two. And sure, you could lie to yourself and pretend that the reason is simply that you haven’t gotten laid lately. But you know you’d be lying.

This cannot be the trait I share in common with my ma. It can’t! I mean, is it the same as her thing with small time wrestlers, minor league hockey and baseball players though? Oh god, you’re gaping in horror as soon as the thought fully forms and panic sets in as a result, I’m turning into my ma.. Only with bad boy metal musicians.

Regardless of the internal panic, you find yourself humming along, drumming the top of the bar along with Corroded Coffin’s cover of Luke’s Wall.

Taylor’s giggling, stumbling through the lyrics right along with you and at one point, during a pretty high-energy cover of Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin, you lock eyes with the lead singer and he’s staring right back at you. Hard.

The band moves on to a slower ballad after an intro from Mr. Lead Singer that has you giggling and gasping just a little in the same breath because he looks right at you, offering only a shrug and a playful wink, ❝ Bare with us. I normally hate this shit, but..❞ you can feel that slow burning heat rise up from deep within all over again as you instantly recognize the opening part of Poison’s newest release, Every Rose Has It’s Thorn.. Which ironically, is what you’d been telling Taylor it’d be neat to hear them play. She’d been heckling you for the better part of an hour since, trying to get you to shout out the name of the song.

He chuckles as he abandons the stool he’d been sitting on for two songs now and he wanders over, sitting down on the makeshift stage right in front of you. As he smirks at you, you nearly choke on air. He speaks up, addressing the crowd again as the rest of his band continues to provide track backing, ❝ There’s this girl. She’s kinda hot and she apparently likes this glam rock bullshit, so.. We wanna make our girl happy, right?❞

As he sings the slower song to you, you’re squirming in place, thighs so wet they slip off each other even easier than they have been all night already. He’s smirking, you know your face is on fire, you don’t need a mirror to see it, you can feel it in your cheeks, all the way to the tips of your ears. Even your scalp feels a little hot.

He leans in real close when he delivers the last lyric. ❝ Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song..Every rose has its thorn.❞

That has you biting back a helpless whine before you can stop it. Because his voice is a whole other level of velvet, gravel and sex combined perfectly. You can feel it in your bones, you’re never going to hear this song on the radio again without hearing the mysterious lead singer of this little unknown band singing it dangerously close to your face, nearly nose to nose.

He was close enough as he sang to you one on one that you could smell the stench of cigarettes on his breath, mixed with cheap beer and cheap cologne. Maybe a hint of sweaty musk layered underneath. It’s a smell you have the feeling will haunt your dreams long after the show is over and his band has rolled out of Cleveland, onto their next stop of God knows where.

The second the band takes a little smoke break, Taylor’s decided that one way or another, she’s going to at least casually bump into her drummer and say hey. You want to do the same but truth be told, you’re not even a little bit Taylor’s level of brave. So you’re wandering back over to the bar to get yourself a new drink and as you stand elbow to elbow with other people waiting to be served drinks, you feel the exact second someone pushes up into you from behind, a hand resting at the small of your back and somehow, without looking over your shoulder, you know it’s him.

The metal rings on his hand feel cool, smooth and heavy against your heated skin. You swallow hard as your brain immediately forgets how to properly function but you do manage to at least turn so that you’re facing him, staring up at him quietly with your head cocked to the side.

You just thought he was tall up on the little makeshift stage. He towers over you up close and personal. The thought prompts slurring giggles, you’re pretty tipsy at this point. Maybe that’s how you end up grabbing hold of the front of his t-shirt to sort of hold yourself upright when a group of assholes shoves around the two of you and throws your balance off.

His hand settles more firmly against the small of your back and you’re pulled against him a little closer. Eddie’s nose fills with the sweet scent of your perfume and he bites back a groan. Gareth wouldn’t shut the fuck up about him at least introducing himself to you, he came over here with a half-assed plan to do that, figuring that he wouldn’t even get the shot. Now you’re melting against him, looking up at him with those big and pretty eyes of yours as you pop little bubbles with a piece of gum you’re chewing. 

❝ Hey..❞ you both blurt it out simultaneously, sharing a laugh right after, ❝ My name’s Eddie.. Uh, Eddie Munson..❞ he introduces himself. You repeat his name and if he thought he was harder than concrete when you were catapulted into him just seconds before, it’s nothing compared to the way his name rolls off your pretty little lips the way it does. Soft and sultry. Dazed as you stare up at him. He chuckles. Drags a hand through sweaty brown frizz, his curls have given up the fight in the heat of the stage lighting and the crowded bar. His fingertips dig against the small of your back when you manage to just barely rub against him because you’re swaying just a little. ❝ I’m __.❞ you introduce yourself and as soon as you’ve told him your name, he’s throttled all the way back into the first month of 6th grade.

Right after he hit Hawkins to live with his uncle Wayne permanently. You moved to town the week right after and for whatever reason, the two of you just clicked. He’d been wondering what happened to you lately.. 

She doesn’t remember you, man. Don’t bring it up. It’ll fuck up everything. It’s better this way. His mind taunts him with it. You’re staring at him intently, lost in thought. Trying to figure out why you feel as if you should know him, that you’ve somehow met before and yet, the more you try to determine where, the more your mind seems to draw complete blanks.

He chuckles quietly. ❝ It’s nice t’ meet you, __. I think I’m gonna help you back t’ your seat, if that’s alright? Kinda looks like you’re havin a little trouble.❞ he nods to the way you’re swaying as you attempt to stand still and smiles at you. 

And given the fact that you’ll do anything to feel his hand on your body again, you nod. Laugh as you pop a bubble with your gum. ❝ I don’t always do this. But yeah. I’m just a little bit tipsy.❞

He snickers. Promptly followed by a gulp or two when you melt into him dramatically, your forehead in the front of his t-shirt. He slips an arm around you and as soon as he spots your best friend chatting up his drummer, he gives Gareth just the slightest ‘I told you so’ smirk because Gareth had been wanting to talk to your friend all night, he just kept talking himself right out of going for it.

You’re settled on a stool in front of the stage and Taylor makes her way back over to you as the band begins to set up to continue the show. The rest of the night goes by in a fun blur, you’re at least 80 percent sobered up by the time they play  the last song of the night and sadly, you and Taylor are making your way out the door, assuming that you won’t see either man again.

Neither of you realize just how untrue this is going to prove to be until about five minutes later.

Eddie spots you and your friend as the two of you make your way past, laughing with your arms around each other. Moderately sober but still slurring your words and swaying just a little as you pass by. Eddie and Gareth share a look but neither were planning to do anything until Grant speaks up.

❝ Will you two idiots just fucking go? At least see if they’re gonna be okay t’ get home. Our flight out isn’t until 10 am on Monday.❞

Jeff chuckles, glancing from Gareth to Eddie. ❝ Go! Stop standin around here with your thumbs up your asses! I’ve got a hot phone date with the missus and all Grant’s gonna do is watch shitty hotel porn..❞

❝ Fuck you, Jeff!❞ Grant flips off his friend/bandmate and the two share a laugh. Gareth and Eddie share a look and then suddenly, they’re both running. Shoving through a crowd of late-nighters as they make their way out of all the bars that have just given the 2 am last call.

They spot the two of you before you both duck into the diner you usually stop in after a long night at the bar and they clear their throats from behind the two of you.

You and Taylor share a look before turning around, quick enough that you find yourselves body to body with Eddie and Gareth.

❝ Hey.❞ you mumble softly. He chuckles. Bites his lip as he steps up into you even closer, a hand migrating straight to your hip and gently flexing. ❝ Hey.. Where are you two headin? We uh..❞ Eddie stammers, at a loss for words temporarily. It’s Gareth that speaks up after a few seconds of staring at Taylor, ❝ It’s downtown Cleveland.. Pretty sure neither of you should be walkin back all by yourselves…We thought we’d walk with you, right Munson? Earth to Eddie..❞

He’s using the fact that Eddie’s all sorts of dazed, blitzed by you at the moment to poke fun and be a little shit. He can see Eddie’s eyes flash angrily and he chuckles. Eddie mouths that he’s gonna kick the piss out of him later and Gareth merely shrugs. As this is happening, you and Taylor have kind of backed away and you’re talking amongst each other about letting the two men walk you home.

❝ They’re not wrong, _. This place does get crazy around 3 am and it is two entire blocks back to the apartment.. Besides,❞ Taylor points out, ❝ We need to live a little. It’ll be fine.❞

You’re staring a hole through Eddie Munson. And you smile, nodding in agreement when she makes her point. ❝ We’re totally safe.❞ you observe quietly, eyes glued to Eddie Munson. Taylor laughs and nods. ❝ It’s not like this happens all the time and damn it, I wanna have this experience to look back on one day and cherish..❞

The four of you set off in the direction of your edge of campus apartment building, a steady conversation the whole way there.

Everything feels right. Natural. Like you’re exactly where you need to be in this moment.

You’re even a little excited.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ ･ ｡ﾟ ───

Bits and pieces of the night before - your bodies tangled together, his head buried between your thighs, the way it tasted when you let him cum in your mouth.. Or the way he held onto your hips while he was fucking you deep and slow, that all comes floating back as you roll away from harsh sunlight. Instead of your second pillow, your head settles against hardness and warmth. Your eyes pop open and as soon as you see Eddie lying there, his mouth open and snoring lightly, you’re wide awake. Trying to remember everything.

Ultimately, you give up and curl into him, slipping your legs between his as you go back to sleep. You’re just happy the night before wasn’t a dream and it really happened and Eddie Munson is asleep in your bed in the light of day. 

Eddie’s starting to wake up. At first, he’s content to lie there and watch you sleeping, but there’s only so long he can do that and a few minutes later, when you’ve rolled onto your back again, he decides that he’s going to try waking you up.

Rough lips latch against your neck as he settles himself down into you, soft kisses against your warm skin as he bucks himself against you. He knows exactly what he wants right now. He wants to be inside you again.

 ❝ C’mon sweetheart...❞ he coaxes, chuckling when it’s met with cute little whines as your eyes flutter open. You stare up at him and yawn. He presses himself down into you a little better. You can feel the way his cock is strained at the confines of his underwear. This makes you whimper, rock yourself up into him. ❝ Want me t’ wake you up?❞ he questions and you give him a sleepy grin, nodding.

The Corroded Coffin t-shirt he’d given you at some point the night before is pushed up over your body and it falls from Eddie’s fingertips to the floor. You fell asleep not wearing any panties, so when Eddie starts to work his way down your body, pausing briefly to drag his mouth over your nipples as he buries two fingers deep in your cunt, you moan his name against the shell of his ear, rocking yourself against the way his fingers move inside you with precision, prodding at your spongy soft spot because he thinks it’s cute when you’re about to cum and you’re pinned beneath him and moaning his name like some kind of prayer.

His mouth works it’s way down your abdomen and the closer he gets to your throbbing sex, the more you come alive underneath him, your nails digging into his shoulders as your legs fall apart willingly. Your other hand catches up in thick brown frizz, tugging, fingers dancing over his scalp. His teeth latch onto your mound and you moan out his name a little louder than you mean to seconds later when he turns his attention from leaving his initial marked in your soft skin to sucking your clit as his fingers fuck into you faster. You tense just a little, toes digging into your bedsheets as you rock yourself over his fingers and moan at the way he’s dragging his tongue in tight circles over your clit.

When his tongue joins his fingers inside of you, you gasp and arch upwards. You tug at his hair all over again, just a little harder and he laughs against your pussy. ❝ Pull harder if y’ need t’, princess.❞ he coaxes as he grabs hold of one of your hips, both holding you in place just a little better and angling so that his face is completely buried in between the soft dough of your thighs. 

Your head falls back and you’re begging for release. He pauses to look up at you, your juices dripping off his chin and at the corners of his mouth. Then he’s back at it, bridge of his nose bumping against your sensitive sex as he buries his tongue and fingers inside of you even deeper. You’re rocking your hips against his mouth frantically, seeking any friction you can get. Your orgasm is building real fast, you tense up as he mutters against your cunt ❝ Aht aht.. Not yet, sweetheart.❞

He wants to be buried inside of you again so badly that he’s bucking against the mattress because his cock is hard, it’s getting harder by the second and the more he thinks about how good it felt to be buried balls deep inside of you the night before, the more he wants to do it all over again.

And again. And then again.

He’s dreading the fact that the band has to leave town bright and early Monday morning because he doesn’t want to leave you. It’s dumb, it’s way too soon but something about being with you just feels different. 

❝ Jesus.❞ he breathes out against your cunt as his tongue drags over your folds before disappearing inside again, ❝You’re so wet f’ me, sweetheart. Fuck.❞

And he can’t take it anymore. He coaxes you into your first orgasm of the day and then he’s working his way back up your body, dragging the back of his hand over his mouth. He’s glad he fell asleep naked the night before, there’s less clothing to be mindful of. As he settles himself down into you, his mouth crashes against yours. You moan into the kiss as the taste of you fills your mouth. He bites your bottom lip, teeth tugging at soft flesh as the tip of his cock teases at entry, pushing against your sex.

As he buries inside of you, you cling to him, your arms around his neck. You meet his deep thrusts clumsily, whimpering when he starts to move faster and bottoms out, cock scrubbing perfectly against your soft spot.  You’re clenching around him, he can feel the way you’re shaking just to try and hold your orgasm at bay. ❝ Gonna cum f’ me, sweetheart? Gonna flood my cock?❞ followed by a chuckle as he noses some hair away from your neck and his mouth latches against your skin.

He’s gotten it in his head that if he has to leave you, he’s going to do it covered in his marks. He wants you to remember how much fun your little weekend was come Monday morning when you wake up to an empty bed.

He doesn’t want to leave, but he knows -or he thinks he knows, that if he stays, it’ll never work out. The two of you are a little too different. And maybe, deep down, he thinks you’re too good for him. Maybe he’s afraid that sooner or later, you’d see that yourself and leave him behind. Maybe he wants you to finish what you came to college to finish. Meet a better guy, settle down.

But the thought of you with anyone but him hurts. He’ll deny it with his dying breath, but he can’t stand the fact that he’s going to leave without goodbye come Monday morning.

He pushes it all out of his head. He’d rather focus on now, this perfect moment. You’re caged in below him, your pussy is clinging to his cock,  you’re kissing him so soft and those little whines and moans.. You’re repeating his name like a prayer, over and over. Like he’s the only god you want to worship. 

❝ – fuck, oh fuck. Shit, sweetheart.❞ Eddie growls out against your ear as he fucks into you slower and deeper, ❝ Takin me s’ good. Fuck.❞ and he breathes in the fading scent of your perfume before adding in a quieter tone, ❝ Wanna cum so bad, princess. So fuckin bad.. Can I?❞

He’s begging to cum inside you and it’s the hottest -and the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard. Your nails dig against his shoulders, crescent imprints left in their wake as you try to meet his hips with yours but you’re clumsy. Drowning in the orgasm that’s threatening to shatter you. ❝ Let go, sweetheart. C’mon, let me feel it. I need t’ feel you, sweetheart.❞ 

His coaxing is enough. Your orgasm shatters you, leaves you clinging to his body as he fucks you through it and down from the high, straight into his own orgasm a few seconds later. You can feel his hot seed coat your insides and his thrusts come to a slow stop as he melts down into you, pressing his forehead against your tits. Breathing heavy.

❝ Morning, sweetheart.❞ he chuckles as he looks up at you, takes in the fucked out daze you’re in, the way your lips are bruised and swollen from the way he’s been kissing you. And all the marks he left behind.

He’s staring at you as if he wants to commit the way you look pinned below him to memory. You want to ask if there’s any hope for the two of you, if you’re ever going to hear from him again after he leaves town on Monday but you don’t dare. You can’t bring yourself to hear him say this was just a fling because it feels like so much more than that to you.

Things felt too good. Too easy.

He feels like home and you’re filled with dread at the thought that you’re going to lose that when the weekend ends and he leaves town.

[crookedherringcolorclod]

“Slithering in our grasp” Triple A (Asa, Akemi, and Amaya) and Keiichirou (@gingerall ‘s oc!)

A/N: Well… Its been super long since I made a fanfic, hasn’t it? Not to mention I barely made a fanfic with someone else’s oc! After a long long time, I finally got to writing my OCs with @gingerall’s OC Keiichirou which takes place in one of his fics called Eden and its downfall. I really hope I did him justice for you! Also I’m really curious as to how he would react to my OCs, especially Akemi…👀👀👀

The Sakamaki manor’s atmosphere seemed to have changed over the past few days. Never mind its usual macabre atmosphere and the faint stench of death from corpses past present it the earth below.

No. That is not the case, it all started when the current sacrificial bride decided to bring another man into the manor’s doors, for a school project, apparently. It was a strange school project not even the sadistic triplets knew or even heard in class, that is if they even paid attention in class. “I swear on it, Reiji! There is no project! That bastard is playing with us!!” Ayato exclaimed, running his hands over his ruby red hair in frustration, clearly starting to doubt himself and his memories of school fogged over the random things he thought of during class: Takoyaki, basketball, big breasts, whatever.

Reiji removed his glasses to wipe them, “Like I said, it would be beneficial for her to learn from Mr. Seong, her grades have been slipping as of late this year.” He explains cooly as he pushes his glasses back on. Ayato looks over at his older brother angrily before storming off in a random direction. “Stupid Reiji! What is he trying to fucking pull here? How dare Chichinashi bring another guy in her room who isn’t Ore-sama?” Ayato grumbled as he stomps his way down the corridor, paying no mind to the expensive porcelain on display, the assortment of portraits of several people he didn’t give two shits about hanging on the walls with their black stares nor did he pay any mind to who was in front of his way, fumbling over his phone as Ayato bumped into him.

“Oi, watch where ya going, you idiot!” The youngest snarled, the grip around his phone tightened as he scolds his older narcissistic brother only to curse out again as his phone beeps, “Fuck! Why won’t she pick up? Come on, come on already…” Subaru groaned in frustration while dialing the number on his phone again, his ear pressed harshly at the recently cracked screen to hear the phone ring. “Hah? Says you! You’re blocking my way! Why the fuck are you on the phone for?!” Ayato questioned the youngest, grabbing the phone from his hand without warning to look at the screen. “Shut up, I’m trying the get that jerk out of here! Give me my phone back!” Subaru hollered as he tussled with Ayato over the cracked phone that was still ringing in his palm.

“Subaru! Whatcha calling me for? Me and the others are just about on our way back from shopping. Did you want anything? Snacks? Some trinkets for your emo outfits? I can ask the familiars to go shopping again if you want since we’re like, in the car so you have to send me a list.” A preppy voice calls out, filling the room and stopping the two vampires from their fight, emerald eyes widen in recognition at the sound of the girl’s voice from the phone. Ayato takes the chance to push Subaru away, “Oi! Give the phone to Ghost Eyes for fucks sake! It’s urgent!” Ayato demanded, pressing his ear against the phone harder in hopes of hearing the girl better through the low signal as Subaru tried to claw at him to retrieve his phone. “Huh? Did you want to talk to Asa? She’s busy now, working for your father, remember? It’s Thursday, her busiest day?” Amaya stated bluntly, her voice choppy over the phone, “Anyways, Me and Akemi are just about on our way back anyway, why are you so bossy with me Ayato? Where’s Subaru? Why do you have his phone?” Before Ayato could answer, Subaru finally snatched the phone out of the other vampire’s grasp. “YUI BROUGHT A SHADY FUCK OVER! HE’S IN HER ROOM RIGHT NOW!” Subaru yelled at the phone frantically, shaking his phone as the call went quiet.

After what felt like forever, the moment of silence finally broke, “What do you mean?!! How did this happen??” Another voice rings out, her voice grows pitchy and high with worry. “Akemi, wait! Don’t pull at the phone! I’ll put it on speaker right now!” Amaya urged, the sound of static and shuffling can be heard from the other side. Subaru’s face softened slightly, trying to calm himself down after his outrage, “So? When are you coming back? Are you nearby?” He asks carefully in hopes of calming the distressed girl as white noise rings out from the phone. “It’s just trees and more trees at this point. I’m not sure if we’re even halfway?” Akemi groaned in frustration, “Yesh, it's been like, what? Almost a century since we came here and we still live neck deep into the forest- WAIT A SECOND, I THINK I SEE THE MANOR ALREADY, HOLD ON-“ Amaya squealed over the phone, the sound of a door opening and a pair of footstep can be heard from outside and in the phone, Ayato and Subaru wasted no time to dash over to the manor’s doors and slammed them open, letting the two other vampires inside. “Subaru, Ayato! Please stay put while we go to her room, don’t do anything rash, got it?!” Akemi hollered, already making her way up the stairs with Amaya close by, trailing after her.

Panting. Amaya does her best to catch up to her sister, running as fast as her legs can carry her as Akemi turns to another corner, “Akemi! Wait up a moment! Come on! Slow down!” Amaya yelled frantically, reaching her hand out towards her sister’s hand, and clasping it between hers. “DON’T TOUCH ME!“ Akemi cried out, her breath hitched in shock, causing her to stop abruptly and almost fall to her knees as she looked at Amaya over her shoulder, eyes wide and alight with small flames flickering at her blond lashes. “Hah…Haah… haah… hah” Akemi panted, yanking Amaya's hands off hers as beads of sweat stuck to her bangs and face which had grown paler with worry. “Akemi…?” Amaya called out carefully, making sure she didn’t step too close to her sister’s space, panicked, fiery blue eyes never left hers until the licks of flames had dissipated. “Kemi… you good now...? … You know I didn’t mean to do that…” Amaya whispered, trying to find the courage to stretch her hand out for her sister to hold. Akemi pursed her lips together and shook her head to get herself together, “Yeah, I’m fine… thank you, Amaya.” she breathed out as she took her younger sister’s hand in hers to pull herself up on her feet. Amaya’s dark brows furrow at the blonde “You gotta stop pushing yourself when it comes to stuff like this, Kemi.” Akemi could only nod once as they made their way to Yui’s room, hands linked together, “Come on, that ‘shady guy’ might still be inside Yui’s room,” Amaya urged, tugging at Akemi’s hand as they slowly reached to Yui’s door to the vampires’ surprise, was slightly ajar.

Just open enough for the two to hear light laughter through the door.

“Really, Keiichirou-san, I’m so grateful for your help.” A familiar voice chimed from the open door; Akemi quickly peeked through the small gap to inspect further. She presses her hand against the door and the knob with the other, careful not to make the door move as she looks through the gap to find Yui perched on her bed, a genuine smile on her lips towards what Akemi can only guess to be the young man that Subaru mentioned over the phone, an enigmatic student that she never bothered to interact with until now. “Hey, please don’t say such things, sweetheart. Remember what I said earlier?” A deep voice rings out from the room, Akemi frowns but stays where she is to not alarm the culprit behind the door, “I appreciate you; I hope you won’t forget it, Yui.” Keiichirou states softly as he pulls the small blonde girl into his arms, hugging her so intimately that Amaya lets out a small gasp at the sight.

Taken aback, Akemi tears her eyes from the two humans before her to silence her younger sister, “H-hey! Don’t look at me like that! I didn’t know Yui had a crush of sorts!” Amaya whispered fiercely, waving her hands dramatically as she tried to contain her excitement. “Did you see those shoulders??? He must be the handsome type! Aren’t you curious to see his face, Kemi?” Amaya squeaks as she peers at the gap, trying to glimpse at the red-haired human’s face as she presses herself against Akemi’s back. “Amaya, hush. They’ll hear us, keep it down.” Akemi scolds her fangirling younger sister, gently pushing her away from the door. Letting out a huff, Akemi turns back to the door to keep her eye on Yui and this ‘Keiichirou’ man. Hoping he was too focused on Yui to notice them.

Until a pair of icy blue eyes met hers.

Akemi forced herself from flinching away from this man’s gaze, to stand her ground and wait for his next move as his red lashes fluttered toward Yui, “That’s strange, it seems like I’ve forgotten to close the door properly…” Keiichirou noted to himself out loud, causing Yui to jump slightly, “I-Is that so? I can go close it just in case…” she slowly stuttered out until Keiichirou lifted his hand to reassure her with an easy smile on his face, “No no, no need, I can do it. It would be worrying if someone was sticking their nose where shouldn’t be.” He laughed lightly as he sauntered his way toward the door, his eyes flickered toward Akemi’s as he flashed her a knowing smile, sending shivers down her spine. Akemi’s mind started racing, ‘If he opens the door and exposes us, Yui will depend on Keiichirou more… but I don’t want to leave her with him, in her bedroom of all places!’ the blonde vampire cursed under her breath at the thought as Keiichirou gets closer, his long fingers grazing against the doorknob.

Thinking quickly, Akemi knocks on the door.

Keiichirou cocks his head to the side, curious.

“Yui? Are you in your room? We just got back from the mall.” Akemi calls out, knocking again for good measure as she glares at the red-haired human through the gap. Keiichirou’s soft lips parted, his eyes never leaving Akemi’s, even as Yui brushed past him to open the door. “Akemi-san! Amaya-san! Welcome back.” Yui exclaimed, giving the two vampires a small polite smile as Amaya pulled Yui into a tight hug, “It’s good to be back, you must have been lonely, haven’t you? Who’s your friend over there, hm?” Amaya hummed with a smile spread on her lips as she looked over to the red-haired human with questioning eyes. “Seong, Keiichirou Seong, pleased to meet you. I came here to help Yui on a school project.” he introduces himself, holding his hand out as he gives both vampires his best genuine smile. Akemi purses her pink lips as she takes Keiichirou’s hand in hers, shaking it firmly, “Pleased to meet you… I’m Akemi Sakamaki, this is my younger sister Amaya.” Akemi explained, pointing at her younger sister who gave Keiichirou a small wave, “Um… thank you for helping Yui out with the project while we were out. We were kinda busy.” Amaya mumbled, twirling her long black hair between her fingers. “Haha, it wasn’t too bad. We just finished it just about now.” Keiichirou laughs as he pulls out his phone to look at the time, “Oh dear, would you look at the time? I’m sorry about this but I need to call my driver to take me back home. It's such a shame, I would have liked to talk to you more.” Keiichirou lets out a sigh, feigning disappointment as his eyes find his way to Akemi once more, who only gives him a small, exasperated huff. "Well, it's quite late now, after all, I’m sure you have other places to be.” Akemi waves a dismissive hand as she lightly pushes at the boy’s wide back towards the other side of the door.

“Well then, farewell, Keiichirou Seong.”

Before Keiichirou could turn around, the door shuts in his face, leaving him alone to stare and huff in annoyance at the polished wood. On the other side of the door, Akemi turns her head towards the sacrificial bride, her delicate features now twisted in fear. “Akemi-san… why did you do that?” Yui asked quietly, “It’s all my fault, he didn’t do anything wrong, I promise…” She stuttered before the two vampires, her hands shaking as warm hands enveloped hers. “No… no, it's nothing like that, I promise. We were just worried” Akemi hushes, squeezing the human’s hands gently. Yui’s pink eyes cast down to the floor, her blonde bangs hiding her frown, “… But he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. He treats me like I’m… normal…” Yui pressed firmly, her lips trembling as she tried to bite back her grief. Amaya’s face softens at the sight and places her hand on the girl’s shoulders, “Hey, come on, Yui. I know that your situation is not… Ideal in any way but if this keeps happening, you and this guy could get into big trouble if this continues…” Amaya murmured, trying not to wince at the sight of Yui’s expression growing more detached as she tried to reason with her.

“… I’m grateful for your concern but can I be alone for a while…? I’m kind of tired.” Yui mumbled quietly, retreating herself away from Amaya’s grasp, “I’ll be sure to think about it… I’m not sure if he even knows that both of you are vampires.” Akemi eyes widen at the human’s words as Amaya lets out a soft gasp, “O…ok, we can leave right now… see you later?” Amaya stuttered, unsure what to do but her feet were already making their way out of the human’s room. “That didn’t go well…” Akemi sighed, combing through her blond curls in frustration as they walk down the manor’s hallway, “No shit, we sounded like assholes to her.” Amaya groaned in return, thinking back at her words and Yui’s crestfallen face, “…Maybe they should at least hang out in school in between classes? Keiichirou seems nice?”. Akemi shook her head, looking over the large window of the manor, catching a glimpse of Keiichirou leaning against the gate, “I don’t know, he seems a little off to me.” She frowns at the thought, watching the young man’s red hair get blown in the cold night’s wind with a faint line of smoke emitting where his soft lips should be. Akemi crinkles her nose at the pseudo-scent of cigarette smoke filling her nostrils, she shakes her head at the memories filling her head, rubbing her hands together, dissipating the small blue embers in between. Even after all the years of practicing, old habit seems to die hard.

“Keiichirou Seong… just what is he planning to do?”

[fertilize-my-eggs]

Unknown number ch.2

Rizzing up the creepy woman

Ch.1 ch.3 ch.4 A03

A/n: I know I'll say I take a break but I work on this a few days ago, I hope y'all enjoy this chapter ^.^ I'll take a break and come back don't worry everyone. I just don't want to be burned out in writing.

I don't know how she got my phone number, I sigh as I'm walking on the walkway. At least she's given me some material to jack off.

“ eww it's the other freak. "Two girls start to speed walk away from me as I sigh heavily.

Everyone has been like this since I joined this college. I thought everyone was going to change and be mature adults but they still act the same like they were in highschool.

As I'm walking to class, I immediately spotted you hiding in the shadows as I chuckle to myself, are you trying to stalk me? I'm a pro with that, I like how you're skittish like a black cat got shy towards people.

I smirk as I watch you ducked away behind the wall.

“ come out come out little bunny.~ ” I coo at you as I did a come here motions towards you.

You immediately move fast as you speed walk towards me, you start to blush as you look downward.

“ sorry… for bothering you mr.shigaraki I-” I made a tsk sound.

“ no need to be formal with a last name doll, call me tomura. ” you nodded your head as you began to blush.

“ okay tomura. ”

“ What a pretty little thing doing alone and following me? ” I smirk at you as you begin to wide your eyes.

“ huh? Uhh I wasn't following you. ”

“ uh-huh sure, I know you were following me, don't lie cutie.~ ” you stare at me with a shocked expression.

“ Okay fine… I was… I was gonna tell you about the project for this week since we're working on it together. ”

I sigh as I think about it, I hum quietly.

“ yeah that… let's not worry about it and we'll work on it later. How the hell did you get my phone number? ” I stare at you with a serious tone as you yelp.

“ Ok fine, it was Keigo who was the one who gave me your number, I couldn't help it… I just wanted you to notice me. ” ugh that preppy popular hawk that dabi always hangs around with… makes sense but why would he do that?

“ How did he give you the number? ” I raise my brow at you, you look away feeling embarrassed.

“ He told me that you need a girlfriend and get laid so he was telling me to send you some nudes and that you would look at me differently. "Of course that bastard told you that. I begin to sighed as I look at you.

“ well you got my attention alright… you're pretty hot in those videos. ” you quickly feel your cheek getting red as you nod your head.

“ yeah… may I see your nudes? ” I began to blush as I realized what if you don't like me in that kind of way after knowing that I'm trans and not a man.

“ uhh I'm not sure. ”

You nodded your head as you start to feel regret by the picture.

“ I'm sorry for calling your phone multiple times, I got too excited in class.. ” I nodded my head as I rubbed your soft hair.

“ it's fine sweetie.. it's caught me off guard hahaha. ” as I look down at you as you begin to have puppy dog eyes as you grab my arms closer to you as you deeply inhale my scent.

“ You smell really good, are we boyfriend and girlfriend? ” I tilt my head as I think well no one wants to come near her and everyone sees her as plague whenever she walks by.

I smirk.” yeah as long as you're mine and stay with me forever bunny.~ ”

“ mhmm yes~!! I'll be yours forever tomu~” I smile as we walk to class, I look at your eyes then slowly to your lips, I want to kiss you so bad.

You pulling my waist as you sigh dreamily, I realized you can be very touchy as I feel your hands moving on my body parts, your cute eyes and the way you pout whenever you talking about how you been having a crush on me since she's join this college, we're close to grades and age.

I smile as I say.” how about we skip class and head to my dorm for a bit, that class isn't important. ” you blink your eyes fast as you tilt your head.

“ Are you sure? ” I nodded my head as I put my fingers on your chin.

“ Yeah, your video makes me feel some kind of way. ” you begin to giggle as you cover your cheek.

As we were heading to the directions of my dorm, I quickly texted my professor that I had important business to tend to, she understands as I begin to smirk.

We getting closer as I begin to grabbed your titties area as I bite your neck, you gasp as you moan out, I put my hand down to your pants as I feel you, I watch people around were shocked and quickly look away but it's like car crash, they couldn't believe that two of the freaks are together and touching in public.

I moved away as I licked my lips as I was gonna to pull the door only for Touya to open it.

He began to smirk as I knew what he was thinking.” ohh so you did bag her? I'm an impressed freak. ” I rolled my eyes as I narrowed my eyes.

“ Whatever, go out and get whores since you belong in the streets dabi.” you giggle by that comment as he growls at me as he lean in.

“ asshole. ”

“ dickhead ”

“ tsk.. at least I have a father and you-. ”

“ go suck your daddy's dick since you're so obsessed with him and want him. ” dabi narrowed his eyes as he grumbled lowly and he stomped off.

“ fuck off, I'm going with hawks for blunts. ” I rolled my eyes as I laughed at him, he's so annoying, I swear.

As we head inside as I look into your eyes.

“ Look y/n there's something I want to tell you and I don't know how you're going to handle this.” you put your hands on top of mine as you smile softly.

“ I'll still love you no matter what tomura.”

“ promise? ” You nodded your head as you smiled.

“ I promise!! ” I smile as I look at your lips then to your eyes.

“ I'm trans…. I was born a female then translated into a male, I hope you don't find it disgust-...” my eyes widened in shock as I felt something soft pressed against my lips, you kiss me.

You pull away as you smile at me with full of love as you pull me closer.

“ I don't care, I still love you no matter what tomura.~ you're the one that I'm attracted to and don't care about the gender you are. ”

I begin to smile as I pull you close, I begin to kiss your lips, it's soft and passionate as I slide my tongue into your mouth.

“ Do you wanna continue this gameplay be my player two? ”

You moan out loud as you grip my hoodie.

” Yes please!! ”

[missdreamfyre]

𓂃𓏲࣪ ʚɞ succesion/fall of house usher hotd au brainrot i've had for a while ♡. 。°˖

(feel free to use for like whatever i'm probs not going to write this)

Viserys owns a mega company that's been in his family for generations after his great great great grandfather ruthlessly took over the company his first wife aemma died in labor he has one daughter and heir to the empire rhaenyra. his business partner otto convinces him to remarry otto's extremely young daughter and rhaenyra's private school friend best alicent (She's 16 almost 17 when they meet and 18 when they actually get married and have aegon) knowing that they're son would be set to inherit the company as it's tradition that the first born son gets control over the company.

• Viserys and Rhaenyra get into a fight after while drunk at a business party she "sleeps' ' with the much older ex business partner and best friend daemon.

• Daemon is Viserys ex business partner and college friend (not his brother but viserys basically still treats him like one) who was removed from the company due to trying to pivot them to more illegal business.

• The issue with the strong boys is less that their bastards and more that they're very obviously not Laenors.

• The Hightowers are new money and the Targaryens are old money.

• Rhaenyra and Laenor only get married because rhaenyra doesn't want to get married and still wants to privately "play the field" and Laenor is in the closet.

• Viserys dies and "the family goes to war" by suing each other into oblivion, another who gets control over the company and ends up pissing away the family fortune on lawyers and smear campaigns/pr.

• Alicent is basically treated similar to Willa (Succession) or Juno (Fall of House Usher) until Viserys dies.

• Laena is an actress in this au! Rhaena wants to follow her mothers footsteps while Rhaena wants to join the family business (also Rhaena and Helaena become friends in this au cause i think i'd be cute).

• Blood and Cheese is replaced with Daemon using mob connections to have Helaena and her kids kidnapped. Jaehaerys is severely injured by the goons and is hospitalized for a while and is permanently wheelchair bound but lives. This drives Aegon to continue in his war against rhaenyra.

• Alicent homeschools her kids instead of sending them to the prestige boarding school the Targaryens have been going to for decades (she also redecorates the mansion due to it being mildly hideous).

• Aegon is basically a useless fuckboy for the first half of this drinking, using and partying constantly and wants to start his own nightclub but Alicent and Otto stop him.

• Alicent buys a cat once Viserys dies and it's her favorite thing in the world (Aegon jokes she likes it more than him).

• Aemond losing a eye was a prank that the strong boys didn't intend to go that far (it was revenge for Aemond mocking them for being obviously not Laenors kids) Viserys defends them saying it was just boys being boys and that they were sorry and they're all family ect ect alicent loses it and slaps rhaenyra after she suggests Aemond be sent to military school for "Bullying" her sons.

• Aegon is basically a twitter troll and chronically searches his own name to know what people are saying about him. 

• Alicent starts out dressing more like a preppy teenager but covers up more due to her relationship with Viserys plus her being seen as a "Goldigger" by daemon and slutshamed.

• Aemond goes off to study business at a prestigious private university and meets the older Alys.

• This is semi inspired by a fic but Larys is very obsessed with alicent and 100% believes she killed Viserys (she didn't and is also a repressed lesbian in this au) 

• Criston was rhaenyra's bodyguard before what happened in cannon happens and he confesses to alicent and Viserys gets chewed out and fired and almost fired later alicent comforts him and convinces Viserys to have him switched to being her own personal body guard instead of firing him.

• Alicent was into literature in highschool before dropping out to get married and passed that love on to Aemond.

• Daemon has ties to organized crime and instead of taking rhaenyra to a brothel he takes her to a private strip club.

• Rhaenyra was a popular online it girl until she started dating daemon, she argues with people who don't like him on twitter (they're basically grimes and elon musk in this au).