#she starts going to bars when she starts wearing suspenders

[couterror]

humanstuck eridan and some miscellaneous sketches! :D

If eridan wore suspenders I think she would be cured of whatever soul sucking disease she has (and would be a shitty pick up artist)

[hazbinshusk]

Randomly popped into my head

Husk and a stubborn sick reader, where the reader so badly wants to get up and go and do things, but Husk won't let them. And they get into a mini fight over it before Husk makes a deal (wink wink) with them that if they stay, Husk will stay with them and they'll do something like binge movies or voxflix or board games or just cuddle

combining with a request for a kiss prompt because they sound so sweet together :)

prompt #9: a kiss to the eyelid.

Husk rolls his eyes as you try and clamber out of bed again, taking hold of your shoulders and guiding you back down to sit on the edge of the mattress. You fix him with a petulantly furrowed brow, arms folded over your chest. He sighs, amused despite himself. “You might as well can it with the glare, sweetness. I ain’t lettin’ you outta this room.”

“God, I hate you,” you grumble.

“No, you don’t.” he replies easily, the beginnings of a smile teasing at the edge of his lips. He brushes hair away from your forehead, and your eyes close for a moment as his claws graze softly against your scalp. “And God ain’t listenin’.”

“Well, why would he start now?” you joke weakly, grimacing as another wave of nausea rolls through you. “And no, I don’t.”

Husk smiles fully, but it disappears again with another roll of his eyes as you push past him towards the door again. He turns and grabs hold of your wrist, wings fluttering slightly behind him as they settle against his shoulders again. His tail twitches by his ankle slowly. “You’re sick, damn it.”

“I’m not sick,” you argue, even as you can feel the slight sheen of sweat on your temple as your fever rises. “I’m just—”

“Baby, I swear, if I have to spend the next hour combin’ puke outta my fur—”

“Oh, like you’ve never had to do that before.”

Husk chuckles, taking hold of your waist and trying to guide you back towards the bed.

“I’m not sick, for fuck’s sake.” you repeat, pushing him away irritably. “I’m not staying up here all day by myself. I’ll go insane. I’m going to go downstairs, talk to Charlie, and find�� find out what she needs me to do for the hotel.”

The bartender growls quietly under his breath, officially annoyed. He had a world of patience for you, but it was beginning to wear thin. “You ain’t gonna get better—”

“I’m not sick.”

“—if you don’t slow down.” He retakes your waist, this time nuzzling his face into the curve of your neck. You feel yourself relax into the sensation of it, breath catching as his lips brush your jaw. His nose is cold, and as much as you would hate to admit it, the feeling of it bumping against your heated skin is a nice reprieve from the burn of the slight fever you definitely don’t have. Husk hums, low and rusty, in your ear, his forehead resting against your temple. “C’mon, sweetness. Bed.”

“Ugh,” you groan childishly. “You don’t even mean for sex.”

Husk laughs, turning you and guiding you back to the bed. You let him set you on the mattress, frowning up at him. He smiles, bending down to press a kiss to your forehead. You smile contentedly at the brief contact. “I’ll come up and check on you in a bit, yeah?”

You shake your head, grabbing hold of one of his suspenders. “Uh-uh. If I’m stuck up here, you’re staying too. I’ll go crazy in here by myself.”

Husk sighs, a furrow deepening in his brow. “Y’know I want to, baby. But I’ve got the bar, and Al isn’t—”

“Alastor can kiss my ass.” you say firmly, taking hold of his other suspender and drawing him closer to you. He steps between your knees, an almost amused tilt to his lips.

“Y’know I think it’s sexy when you talk like that, sweetness, but that ain’t how this works.”

You shake your head. “I mean it; Charlie told you to make sure I was feeling better, right?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Then do that. Contract or no, I’m pretty sure Charlie outranks that smiling psycho as long as we’re in the hotel.”

Husk’s smile widens despite himself, pressing another kiss to your forehead. He dusts kisses over your face, lips lingering on your cheekbone, your eyelids. “You’re dangerous.”

“Stay with me?”

Husk rumbles in the back of his throat, bumping his forehead against yours. “If I stay, will you stay in bed?”

“For the un-fun reasons, right?”

“’m sure we can find somethin’ fun to do.” he assures you, gesturing for you to move back against the pillows. You do so, and he climbs in beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Just need to hold off on the naked kind ‘til I’m sure you’re not gonna toss your cookies on the sheets.”

“Spoilsport.”

Husk chuckles, bumping his nose against your temple. “Movie?”

You nod, curling into his side. Despite your protestations, being like this, with him… it was exactly where you wanted to be. “Movie.”

“That’s my girl.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[toxicanonymity]

consider this: down on her luck reader who needs cash and tries to sell something at joel’s pawn shop but he lowballs her and she insists she needs more money and he says “there’s something else you could give me” 👀

Pawn Shop

2.3k / sleazy GILF!Joel x fem!reader / masterlist

mood board by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

WARNINGS: I8+ Big girthy age gap (68/20s+) dark / perverted old creep Joel, dubcon nudity. Joel jacks off. Sex dream (oral m & P in V sex) and coming in public. Non-outbreak AU. TW Clowns, Drug/addiction references, transactional. Accidental horror then I kinda rolled with it, possible nightmare fuel?

He sighs, puts down the magnifying glass, and swivels his stool around to face you. "Best I can do is twenty, darlin'." His tired eyes are apologetic, wrinkling under the shade of his brow as he looks up at you.  "And that’s pushin’ it.  Rock's not real, no market for this." 

Your face goes cold. You don't know what else to do. The ring is all you have.  You need $75 for your bus ticket, then you're out of here, going to get a fresh start somewhere new.  You hold your hand out and the chain of the necklace pools into your palm as he lowers it into your hand.  You swallow thickly. It comes out in a broken whisper: "Thanks anyway."  

You walk to the door, dejected, being careful that your backpack doesn't hit any of the junk piled up everywhere on your way out.  You’ve never seen so many ceramic clowns. There’s a market for all those, but not a necklace?  You barely have the energy to push the metal bar of the door.  It’s so bright outside your eyes ache as soon as you touch it.  When the bell on the door jingles, the man says,  "Hold on, sweetheart. C'mere." 

You look back to the register and he's sitting with his arms crossed, thumbing a suspender. You walk halfway back to the counter. "Told ya I don't have anything else," you say, tears welling up in your eyes.  

He squints and looks you up and down, then scratches one side of his silver beard.  "How 'bout that pretty dress?"

You sigh. "I can't, I don't have anything else."  Your eyes fall to his biceps bulging out of his short sleeves.  There’s a faded tattoo you can’t see.  He has the face of a grandfather but the body of a muscular DILF with sun damage.

"Gimme a minute, darlin'."  He puts his hands on his thighs and stands up with a groan.  He quickly adjusts himself then reaches under the cash register, unzips something, and his hand emerges with some bills.  He turns away to thumb through them, pockets them, then hobbles around you to the door, his denim brushing the skirt of your dress.  He turns the sign to "closed" and turns the lock.

"Lunch time," he says with a raise of his eyebrows.  A pit forms in your stomach, but you suppress it. "Come on back, I'll show ya what I got." 

-

You hesitantly follow him to the back of the store. He walks slowly, like he's in pain. His jeans are tight on his ass, and one side of his shirt collar is creased. If you only saw him from the back, you'd peg him for fifty or so, but his face and mannerisms are older.  In the back of the store, there's more junk.  One corner has an old sofa and an armchair.  He sighs and his knees pop as he sits down in the armchair.  He looks at you and nods at the sofa, as if you should know what to do. 

"Fifty for the dress."

Your eyes burn with tears of frustration.  "I don't have anything else to wear." 

"Oh, you'll get it back, darlin'. Don't worry," he says soothingly. 

The blood drains from your face as you realize what this is.  He stands up slowly again with his hands on his thighs and shuffles over to a desk to get a bottle of lotion. A ceramic sad clown in a bowler hat sits atop the desk. On his way back to the chair, he looks you up and down and his voice goes up an octave like he's talking to a pet. "Hey, it's okay, sweetie. I'm not gonna touch ya."  He takes down his suspenders and sits back down with a sigh.  He leans back in the chair with one hand on his beard as he watches you think it over.   He spreads his legs and rests his heels on the ground.  Your eyes follow the grooves in the tan soles of his boots as you think. 

Finally, you ask, “Is there anything you need help with? Any work you could give me?” 

He smiles and chuckles to himself, looking down. His smile fades when he looks up again with a darker tone.  “Fifty for the dress, sweetheart.  And ya get it back.”

You take a deep breath. 

He lifts his hips and shoves a hand into his pocket. He peeks at the cash and takes out a fifty-dollar bill to show you.  "If ya don't want it, I'll let ya go." 

You put down your backpack. "All I have to do is take it off?" 

"And lemme look at ya for a lil bit," he adds.  He folds the bill vertically and holds it between his middle and forefinger on the arm of the chair and palms himself with his other hand. It makes your stomach turn.  But it's fast money, and you're so tired, you just need to get on the bus and sleep.

"Okay," you agree quietly and feel a little piece of yourself float away. 

"Good girl," he says.  

-

You rip the bandaid off, pulling the dress over your head right away. You hold it in front of your body timidly. At least you still have your shoes and underwear on. 

"I'll hold onto that," he says as he lifts his hips to unbutton his tight jeans.  You stand frozen as he unzips then reaches into his pants.  He takes a deep breath as he takes his cock out.  You’ve never seen an old one, and you’re curious, but you don’t look.  He extends his free hand for your dress.

You stand as far away as possible and lean forward, extending your arm and practically tossing the dress to him. You avoid looking, but it’s hard not to see it in the corner of your vision.  You quickly go back to the couch and sit down.  

He drapes the dress over the arm of the chair and pumps some lotion into his hand. Then he wraps his hand around his cock and his fist begins to go up and down, moving a distance that tells you he's well endowed. 

You cover yourself with your arms, cower, and look away. 

"Don't be shy, darlin'. Only make it take longer."  

You put your hands down by your sides.  He strokes himself slowly and watches you. "Sure are pretty," he mutters. "sorry you're down on your luck."   You look away. "Nuh-uh " he says.  "You look right here."  Your eyes begin to water.  You look past him, to the sad clown on the desk. You're never, ever coming back to this town again. 

When he closes his eyes for a moment, you steal a glance and curse the pang between your legs when your eyes fixate on the thick pillar in his weathered, veiny hand.  He sees you see him.  He looks down at his cock then at you and a wicked look spreads across his eyes.  "Yeah, that's right," he murmurs. "Like what you see?"  He nods slowly as he pumps himself.  He adds more lotion. 

The slurping sound makes you sick. Sick enough to snap. You're never coming back, why are you doing this? You feel yourself floating back together.  

You offer a small nod of admission, stare at his cock, and wet your lips.  Because you know that's what he wants.  

“You can have it if ya want,” he says.  You act tempted but shy.  "That’s okay, sweetie.  Just take off the rest and this'll go faster." You don’t take anything else off. “Another fifty for the rest.”  He pauses his hand, holding his hard cock at attention as he gets out another bill from his pocket.  Arousal stirs between your legs, looking at his stiff member jutting into the air, ready to be mounted.  But no, not with this sleaze. 

-

You “pretend” to be turned on.  "How much faster?"  You ask. He accelerates his stroke  considerably to demonstrate, then slows it way down. He wets his lips with the darkest look on his face, and now that you're looking at his cock unabashed, butterflies swarm in your lower belly. 

"Ok," you say, and stand up.   You walk toward him slowly, taking down the straps of your bra, eyeing the bills in his hand.  "How much is in your pocket?" His eyes rove you hungrily. You stand in front of him and ask, “How much if I just do it myself?" You put your hands on his jeans and squat down.  He's pumping himself at a snail's pace now. 

"Hold it for me," he says as he digs in his pocket. “Lemme see.” 

"Not for free," you tell him. 

He chuckles and hands you the two fifties. You yank your dress out from under his elbow and make a break for the front of the store.

"Hold on now, darlin'," he protests over his shoulder.  You're putting your dress on as you scurry away, leaving your bag. The chair groans as he slowly stands up.  You bump into a clown and it crashes off its table to the ground, shattering. You reach over the counter and under the cash register.  His silhouette hobbles down the hall, suspenders swinging at his hips, as you grab the pouch of cash. 

"You don't wanna do that," he says flatly, footsteps getting closer.  You glance back and he's got his pants still undone, grabbing a shotgun off the wall. You tip over a display shelf behind you on your way to the door.  You fumble at the lock, then push it open and it jingles as you spill onto the sidewalk, blinded by the sun and  stumbling with nerves, part of your dress hung up on your panties. 

You fall on your knees and as you're getting up, he emerges from the store with his gun raised.  Thankfully, there are other people on the sidewalk who stop and stare at him with his pants and suspenders hanging down exposing his silver pubic hair, biceps bulging as he points a shotgun at you. He notices the stares and lowers the gun as you run away crying, pulling down your dress.  

The worst part is your primal brain finds this image of him to be one of the hottest things you've ever seen.  You stuff the pouch in the band of your bra under your arm and it gathers your sweat as you walk to the bus station. 

-

At the station, you open the pouch. It's quite a stack of bills and also a few loose pills. Oxy which is the last thing you need, but god, after that experience.  You count the money, close to $1,600, and you feel a rush.  It’s more than enough to replace everything you lost. You walk to the pharmacy across the street to buy some water, a snack, and some wet wipes to wipe down with because you feel filthy. 

Once you're on the Greyhound bus, you settle into the big, gray velvety seat with an eighties-looking rainbow design on it.  You still feel disgusting, especially because you can't shake the image of him in your head or the feeling between your legs.   A DILF sits next to you but you're too ashamed to let yourself look at him.  You discreetly take one of the pills from the pouch and doze off.

-

You're back in the pawn store, sitting on the sofa completely nude. He's shirtless with gray and white chest hair and a little tummy, but he's not too wrinkled. He’s wearing red suspenders. There’s a faint trace of faded makeup or tattoos stemming down from his eyes - narrow triangles, pointed downward. Somehow he makes it look sexy. 

"Spread your legs for me, baby," he says gruffly as he moves his hand up and down his cock. You spread your legs wide and touch yourself. 

"Fuck me," he exhales. "Gotta have ya, darlin'," he sighs in resignation.  He stands up with no difficulty, crosses the room cockily with his big dick in in his hand, and puts his hand on the wall behind the sofa. He looks down at you darkly, looming over you, stiff cock less than two feet from your face as he strokes it.  You scoot forward and suck his tip between your lips. He puts his other hand on the wall and thrusts his huge cock slowly into your mouth, bracing himself with both hands.  

You suck him hard, salivating around his delicious cock as his hips push him into your mouth. He grunts and moans and says "yeah, just like that," fucking himself with your mouth.  His soft, deep voice stirs a feral desire within you.  "Just like that, baby.”  You take him out of your mouth and he watches from above, stroking himself as you stretch out on the sofa. "You want this cock, sweetie?" You nod. He brings a hand down to the back of the sofa then cages you to the cushions with his body. "You want it in your pussy?" 

He reaches between your legs and lightly taps your cunt a few times, wetting his lips, then rubs your slick around it. You grab his dick and gently tug him closer. You wrap your legs around him and he slams his big cock into you, stuffing you completely full of him. "Yeah," he sighs. He retreats slowly then slams into you hard.  "Take it, sweetie."  You moan and he grunts. 

He repeats the action again and again, and it feels better and better.  His belly grinds into your clit and you watch his biceps flex. He pounds you and grinds into you and finally you burst.   

You wake up moaning on the Greyhound bus and the DILF next to you looks away, blushing. 

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[tiredly101]

ok hear me out, i saw Clownsuu's art of wally but like, its a mafia AU Now i cant get the mafia AU out of my head- so like- Mafia AU Wally darling x Male!Singer! Reader? doesn't have to be the same as the AU plot as Clownsuu's AU i just need a mafia wally cuz there's NON. (P.S: Take care of yourself, drink water & take breaks! :) )

This is good! I already had a poll with similar idea holding the mafia au but this shall be a separate fic and I made reader know spanish! Hope you like it!

Devilish handsome singer

Pairing: Mafia leader! Wally Darling x Singer!Male reader

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,

Illustrated Mafia Au, picture made by @clownsuu!

Context: Gepeto is the same Gepeto from New Neighbor but he owns a bar that was bought by a mafia man instead of Male reader and only warning is one death mention! Mario may be Gepeto's boyfriend, I'm not sure yet, suggested to listen to Báilame by Nacho when M/n appears! And lastly M/n's outfit is basically my Welcome Home persona outfits because it just fitted perfectly!

Wally was sitting in an armchair playing with a gun, in front of him was a woman kneeled down, she was missing an eye and she was crying. She didn't pay in time but just when Wally was going to shot her Barnaby opened the door.

"Sorry to interrupt boss but Mario wants to meet at his bar, Gepeto's, in 30 instead of tomorrow," said Barnaby before walking out of the room with his pipe in hand. Wally sighted and shoot the woman in the head before walking out of the room. He changed in his usual outfit for business; rainbows pants with black suspenders, white shirt, red handerquief in a chocker style and his oversized blue blazer.

Wally was taken by Julie to the bar where Howdy open his door upon arrival. Wally walked inside the bar seeing multiple familiar faces who nodded in respect, this is one of the reasons he loves being the Welcome Home mafia leader since he was feared world wide.

"Mr. Darling! I'm glad you could make it in such short notice... Some issues happened with the secretary but not to worry I got rid of them," said Mario Genapetti while sitting down on the booth closest to the stage and made a sign for Wally to sit down while Howdy followed behind, ready to pounce if told so.

"Let's do business after the singer, you are in for a treat Mr. Darling," Wally sighted but nodded after all he did love some pleasure before business but that normally entitled having Howdy rough someone up so he can get a message across but he supposes that a singer would suffice for now.

The whole room went dark and people started cheering while footsteps could be heard in the stage and then a soft blue light fell on top of a guy; he had beautiful (s/c) skin, soft looking (h/c) hair, his eyes were covered by a black bandana that had a little rainbow drawn in it and he was wearing a dark red shirt that had on top of it a black corset that hugged his waist that was accompanied with some black dress pants.

The guys started singing in spanish while swaying his hips with each beat and Wally seemed to be in a trance at the guy's movement while a soft color settled in his cheeks. Wally didn't understand why he was feeling like that, it wasn't normal in his perspective.

"Who is him?," Wally asked Mario but his eyes never strayed from the guy's enchanting singing and ethereal glow. Mario chuckled which made Wally begrudgingly pay attention to the man.

"That is M/n Novell, his best friend with Gepeto over there and when I bought the bar he was part of the deal and I decided to keep him around since the few times cops stopped by he was all the motivation for them to turn a blind eye...," said Mario while smiling and motioned M/n to go where he was since his song just finished. While he walked over there with grace a guy gave him a black rose before kissing his hand and walking away.

M/n threw the flower on the floor and stepped in it before stopping in front of Mario who smiled and pointed towards Wally to which M/n sighted and sat down on his lap which made Wally blush a bright red color.

"I don't have your money yet Mr. Darling but I should get your payment in two days time and if you are kind enough to wait Mr. Novell here will be willing and able to do anything you want," said Mario which made M/n stand up abruptly and pick Mario by the shirt before turning to Wally and smile.

"We will be right back," said M/n before walking away while dragging Mario by the back of his shirt and Mario seemed scared. To say Wally was confused was and understatement but soon Mario came back with a very obvious slap mark in his cheek and he stuttered when he spoke again while M/n walked towards back stage to prepare for another song.

"Sorry for that miscommunication, tomorrow I will have your money," said Mario while slightly shaking and Wally raised his eyebrow before getting up and leaving. He didn't understand a word of what happened but all he knows is he coming back to that club just to see their devilish handsome singer.

Would you like me to do a part two @frindtheshapeshifter405?

[underwxrldprincess]

Jewish Nathaniel Kurtzberg headcanons

It is canon that Nathaniel is Jewish, evident in his surname and absence from the Christmas special. However because "religion is a secular matter and cannot be portrayed in a children's TV show" (🙄), Nathaniel's heritage won't be represented in any of the episodes, so I'll be writing these headcanons.

Nathaniel (like Marinette, Adrien, and their classmates) was born between late 2000 and mid-2001.

The law on religious display in public schools (la loi sur les signes religieux dans les écoles publiques) was signed on March 15, 2004.

The law on face-coverings in public (la loi interdisant la dissimulation du visage dans l'espace public) was passed by the Senate on September 14, 2010.

TW for references of antisemitism and Islamophobia

Nathaniel's great-grandparents were German Jews who fled to France shortly before World War II

his family is not Orthodox but they are religious, they go to synagogue, celebrate the holidays, follow kosher, etc.

Nathaniel has always been a shy, quiet kid but his parents raised him to be assertive and to question authority if necessary

the first time Nathaniel realizes he is different is when he is three years old and starts preschool, during lunch he can't eat what the other children are eating in case the food is not kosher

his parents contact the preschool, who refuse to provide a kosher/pork-free option or let Nathaniel pack his own lunch, they compromise to let him go home for lunch instead

December rolls around, and the other children are excited about Christmas, except for Nathaniel, who is excited about Hanukkah but can't help but feel a bit left out

at six years old, another boy in his class starts running his hands through Nathaniel's hair out of the blue, "I heard that your people have horns, where are yours"

at eight years old, a girl in his class sees the gold Star of David necklace that Nathaniel always wears and starts bombarding him with questions

Nathaniel knows that she has no bad intentions but can't help feeling a bit uncomfortable and othered

at nine years old, during a class debate on the hijab ban, another boy says how anyone who wears their religious symbols are not truly French and should go back to where they came from, leaving Nathaniel flushing with shame and anger

at eleven years old, he begins attending Collège Françoise Dupont

on his first day of middle school, Principal Damoclés makes him remove his Star of David necklace

he is afraid but looks the principal straight in the eye and refuses, "this is my religion and my identity," he says, his heart pounding and his voice shaking

after a few more resists, Principal Damoclés suspends him

when he goes home to his confused parents, Nathaniel breaks down in tears as he explains Principal Damoclés suspending him on his first day of middle school for his necklace

his furious parents storm over to the school to confront the principal, demanding he allow their son back to school immediately and for him to wear the symbol of his religious pride

Principal Damoclés lets him back the next day but Nathaniel never wears his necklace to school again, only at home and in non-school settings

the day he returns to school, fellow classmate Alix Kubdel approaches him

Alix explains her family heritage: her family is of Algerian origin and Muslim, and while she can pass as white, her parents and brother have faced racism, Alix's mother have even had her hijab ripped off by an old white man on public transit and no one defended her

Nathaniel knows that he, as a white-presenting boy, cannot relate to the experiences of Alix or her mother, but appreciates having a friend who understands

he invited Alix to his bar mitzvah

he loves learning about the Holocaust, it is painful but his ancestors' strength and resilience make him proud, he can't stand how all of his classmates seem to stare at him during class whenever it comes up

in his third year, he is placed in Miss Bustier's class with Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Chloé Bourgeois, Sabrina Raincomprix, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Lê Chiến Kim and Max Kanté

when he arrives at school one morning he sees a swastika drawn in permanent marker on his desk, drawn by Chloé "Can't he make sushi like everyone else" Bourgeois

he reports it to a furious Miss Bustier, who sends Chloé to Principal Damoclés, who lets her off with a mere warning, which infuriates Nathaniel and his parents

as much as he wants to stay home from school the next day, Nathaniel is determined to not let Chloé win and shows up at school the next day

a sneering Chloé comes up to him, but before Chloé could open her mouth, fellow classmate Marinette Dupain-Cheng spoke up

"you suck, Chloé." Marinette glares at the blonde. "you speak of him as if he is below you, but he's got more nerve in his finger than your entire body"

Rose and Juleka join in, "Leave him alone, Chloé" "go pick on someone your own size, someone with an overinflated head like you"

Chloé started bullying Marinette

meanwhile, Nathaniel starts to fall for Marinette and becomes closer to Rose and Juleka

in the middle of his fourth and final year, he gets over his crush on Marinette/Ladybug and instead starts falling for Marc Anciel, with whom he works on their Ladybug comics

he confides his feelings for Marc to Alix

"you might be bi or pan," Alix, who is aromantic and an expert in LGBT terminology, explains to him

he first comes out as bisexual to Alix, who is nothing but incredibly supportive and proud of her best friend

Rose and Juleka (canon girlfriends!) are the next to know, and he grows closer to the girls than ever

Nathaniel is hesitant to come out to his parents, however: he feels like he is betraying the Jewish identity his parents instilled in him since childhood by coming out to them

he begins to research queer Jewish identity on the Internet and hears stories of others from all across the globe, who are queer, Jewish and proud

Nathaniel eventually asks out Marc, who agrees to be his boyfriend and he is happier than ever

Marc isn't Jewish but is more than happy to learn about Jewish culture and to fight anyone who dares to say anything antisemitic, whether about Nathaniel or not

since he started dating Marc, Nathaniel gains the courage to come out to his parents, who immediately accept him, much to his pleasant surprise

"you are our son, and our religion accepts everyone," his father says

"love is love, and if this boy Marc makes you happy, that's all that matters," his mother says

he gets into the same design school as Marc and Marinette for high school

in his first year of high school, he and Marc finally publish their Ladybug comics, which quickly become successful

towards his final years of high school, he begins studying for the baccalauréat while continuing his relationship with Marc and their comics and applying for his birthright trip

on his final year of high school, he passes the bac littéraire along with Marc and Marinette, and the three reunite with their middle school friends to celebrate

soon after graduating high school, he leaves for birthright (Alix cried buckets of tears at the airport)

the trip is the best ten days of his life, Nathaniel feels at home as he connects with other French Jews and Jews from across the globe and visits the cultural sites

shortly after his return to France, Nathaniel invites Marc to the Seine, where he gets down on one knee, much to the latter's delight (they both cry tears of joy that night)

his and Marc's wedding was the most beautiful day ever, they have a traditional Jewish wedding filled with ketubah, chuppah, glass breaking, joy, light and love

[sl-walker]

From Little Rabbit, VI.

Getting domestic with Guy for a day wasn't entirely unprecedented; they'd been sleeping together long enough — since the start of summer, and very regularly since, so a little over three months (kinda, technically, relatively) — that there had definitely been days where they spent a few hours, or even a whole night, kind of masquerading as a couple. At least from the outside. That was how Booster knew the day manager (and the night manager, and most of the bartenders) on sight, and that was how Guy knew exactly how Booster liked his cheeseburgers and that he couldn't resist a bar pickle from the huge jar at the end of the bar (the likes of which could not possibly get more kosher dill, given where Guy sourced them from).

They even had sides of the bed, despite the fact that Booster hadn't actually stayed over too often.

But even if it wasn't unprecedented, this was a whole different level of it: Rani, sitting between them on the couch shoveling popcorn, occasionally asking them to explain some part of the game, and Guy and Booster watching the ALDS on TBS, since they both didn't think going to Detroit was worth it in order to see it live, sipping tea instead of beer in deference to head injuries and minors.

Whatever mental health or lack thereof, both men kept jumping off the couch when the Yankees scored, punching the air and otherwise getting caught up in it, and by the time they were in the top of the 8th and the Yankees were killing it in RBIs, Rani had already worked out all the rules and was joining in, turning the couch into a trampoline and forcing Guy to suspend the popcorn with his ring so it wouldn't turn into a buttery kind of confetti.

She was wearing a Warriors t-shirt for a nightgown and Guy had shown her the room she'd be sleeping in; she'd looked a little reluctant, but then Guy had given her the glowing flower-thing she'd been coveting and that had made her a lot more amenable to the idea. And then Guy had stuck about fifteen pictures of unicorns and — oh god — colorful bar-looking drinks on his fridge, though obviously not before he and Rani clued Booster in to what they'd been doing while he had his almost four hour nap.

"You didn't," Booster had said, upon viewing the first one, staring at Guy aghast. "Guy, tell me you didn't teach my kid how to tend a bar."

"I'm gonna get her her own apron. Kid's got some mad mocktail skills," Guy had said back, with a broad smirk, man-spreading on the couch and not breaking eye contact with Booster to ask, "Ain't that right, munchkin?"

"Rae-Rae said I'm not allowed to touch the good stuff 'til I'm twenty-one, but then I can learn how to and I can make loads of scratch," Rani had replied, not looking up from the coffee table, happily rendering something she'd probably mixed herself that looked positively toxic in color.

Booster rubbed his face, then watched her color for a long moment, running that statement on rewind in his head about, oh, ten times as he boggled at it. Then he had to ask, "Did people actually drink them…?"

"And they helped me name them, too!" Rani said, proudly, nodding.

Guy nodded along in almost perfect unison and it was right about there that Booster realized introducing them might have been a Mistake™.

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

How many kids do you see Will wanting with his wife

I ended up going way overboard with his. (sorrynotsorry)

Hmm, I always see him with at least two. When you grow up with a sibling I feel like you want your children to have the same exerperance. The good, bad, and ugly.

I think three would be his lucky number. Two boys and a girl.

The first boy would be Will's payback. He is stubborn, hardheaded, and a fast learner. When he is young, he will cling to his dad and become like a second shadow. He wants to be just like him. But as he gets older, he tests his boundaries and tests them hard. He is smart and has a sharp tongue and sarcasm that matches his Uncle Jay. There is never a doubt that they love each other, but the teenage years are rough. His firstborn is just a little too much like him and it causes them to bump heads more than once. He watches his son go through his rebel stage with absolute fear. He starts drinking and gets arrested at a party thrown in an abandoned building. Will was furious when picking up his son from the station. He would never admit the humor of watching his still-drunk son arguing legal logistics- and winning- with the arresting officer. Will isn't surprised when his son passes the bar and becomes a hotshot lawyer. Even all the sass and arrogance doesn't stop him from having a soft spot for the people who need him. He does more pro bono work than everyone in his firm combined and then some.

His second boy is wild. Will spent his first six years arguing with himself about whether he should put his hyperactive son on ADHD medication. When he takes his son in for a broken arm after trying to flip off the monkey bars he knows he needs to do something. He puts him on medication. And it works his son is calm and thrashing through the house like a hurricane and it is a breath of relief for Will. But his son is miserable and it doesn't take long for Will to see. His son stared blankly at the TV. Will talks to Daniel who poses a brilliant solution. Will signs his son up for gymnastics. The schedule is more than intense but it improves his overall quality of life. His grades improve, he sleeps better, and he becomes more engaged with his family. When he abruptly withdraws from the family Will becomes concerned. The conversation doesn't go as either Halstead expects. Because his son's dirty little secret isn't dirty at all. And Will couldn't think of one thing he could care less about than his son being gay. The partners he picks for his first few years, however, are less than desirable.

The girl would be the youngest and absolutely his little red-headed princess. A complete daddy's girl and Will would be wrapped around her finger. She was as sweet as her temper was bad- she is a ginger after all. Her face dotted with freckles and her hair a mess of curls. She was rough and tumble- having two older brothers to keep up with does that to you. A princess that fought and acted like a tomboy. Will couldn't get her out of her Halloween fairy wings for over a year. As she got older and started wearing makeup and liking boys. Her dad and brothers became unbearable. Nobody she liked was good enough. Then she decked Thomas Grant in her freshman year after he grabbed her butt. She got suspended but her dad and brothers gave her some breathing room to talk to boys. They tried not to hover too much- but they were still threatening anyone who made a move on her. She was Will's science girl. And unlike him, she applied herself through school. Will would have helped pay for it but she had a full ride to college. She ends up following her father's footsteps for emergency medicine but goes the surgical route.

[thatseventiesbitch]

Eric Defending Donna

A rabbit hole I went down for... reasons. Decided to share for funsies.

Season 2 -

In Eric Gets Suspended, Donna is smoking a cigarette on school property and when a teacher catches her, Eric says it's his. He is suspended as a result.

Mentioned in a diary entry that I think is meant to take place sometime in season 2 or 3 - Eric and Donna go to a dive bar to watch the superbowl, and a big, dumb guy starts hitting on Donna. Eric comes to her defense and asks the guy to step outside - while he and Donna slip out the side door (😂).

Season 3 -

At the end of the roller disco episode, Eric comes into the basement and starts whaling on Kelso (and the guys gleefully join in). He shouts, "Donna told me what you did, you dillhole!" Eric was hitting Kelso because he'd made a pass at Donna at the roller disco.

In the ice shack episode, Eric and Donna play the Newlywed Game vs. Jackie and Kelso. Through one of the questions, it is revealed that Donna's told Eric she hates her huge feet. He insists in front of everyone that he doesn't think they're big, and then pivots to insisting that big feet are actually a good thing (😂).

Eric also defended her after he pantsed her in the driveway and Hyde was teasing Donna and calling her Granny Panties. "So what if she wears big panties?" 😂🤣😭

Season 4 -

Eric believes Casey Kelso is manipulating Donna. He tells him not to let Donna believe he cares about her if it's not true, and to let her go rather than hurt her. When Casey disregards his words, Eric threatens to kick his ass (if he makes Donna cry).

He is also very protective of her after the incident with Casey Kelso at the Le Motel. He tells her that he thinks Casey's all wrong for her and that they're moving way too fast.

Season 5 -

When Bob enrolls Donna in the Catholic school, Eric 'marches' over to talk to Bob and try to convince him to let Donna stay at school with him/her friends. He brings a crumb cake to bribe him. He even says he is "prepared to fight this with every fiber of my being" - until he sees her uniform. 🤣

Eric's Grandma Bea is rude towards Donna, seeming to imply that Eric can and should find someone better to marry. While Eric initially enjoys the fact that someone thinks Donna's the lucky one and he's the catch, he eventually tells his grandma that she has got to give Donna a chance, and that if she does she will love her. (Though unfortunately it doesn't work, *lol*)

Jackie's upset with Eric and Donna for threatening to tell Kelso about her secret relationship with Hyde, so in a snappy moment she refers to Donna as a 'big red whore'. Eric tells her to watch what she says.

Season 6 -

When they have their pregnancy scare and their parents confront them in the living room, Donna has to ask him to step in (*lol*), but he does, and says, "Look, whether we're pregnant or not, Donna and I can run our own lives." Unfortunately the next sentence out of his mouth was... utter crap.

After Mitch takes Donna to his brother's wedding and then lied and embarrassed her in front of everybody, Eric was going to fight him. When Mitch tried to weasel out of it, Eric's response was "Donna was really nice to you and you humiliated her - I can't let you treat people like that."

Season 7 -

When Donna's boss at the radio station fires her for refusing to wear a bikini to promote her show, Eric backs her up. He even 'cusses out' her boss and then storms out, taking her with him! Then he comes up with a devious plan that ultimately helps Donna win her job back.

*Note: I purposely did not include the scene where Eric confronts David Millbank in season 1, because although Eric wanted to fight him for Donna, it wasn't on Donna's behalf but because of his own insecurity. And we know for a fact that Donna didn't like it.

[humiliatingsluts2]

We started talking on Tumblr. She had a pretty small but very dirty blog, and messaged asking to be degraded. We talked more and it wasn’t long before helping her edge became daily sexting, and I controlled everything from when she came to what she wore. At first she was a bit shy about exposing herself and admitting her real kinks, but eventually I had her panting and fucking herself like a bitch in heat. With every day the lust grew: every escalation and challenge met and exceeded. I knew she lived in the UK, but it turned out she was barely two hours away by train. We discussed our locations and our situations casually and hypothetically, neither of us wanting to admit what we really wanted.

As we got more comfortable I asked more about her personal life. She lived in a small city centre apartment with lots of houseplants no dining table or telly. She was single, on Tinder but mostly just window shopping, and didn’t have the confidence to go out and get hit on at bars. I asked for her Tinder profile and told her how to fix it: her bio that previously talked about hobbies and made a joke about barbecue sauce I changed to just “Looking for my Daddy” and I got her to use a photo of her out with friends that showed far too much cleavage and leg. She complained about all the sexual messages she started getting but I told her that was what she wanted, wasn’t it? She couldn’t help but agree, and the next weekend told me she’d sucked a guys cock from Tinder but he was boring and hadn’t texted her back. I knew she wasn’t getting what she wanted so I got direct: if she wasn’t having luck finding the right sort of fuck on Tinder, I could be in her city the very next weekend.

She didn’t reply for two days after that. I checked regularly and worried I’d scared her off. Then, almost 48 hours later: “If you want we can meet, but just for a drink”. That’s all I needed to hear. We quickly confirmed some details and ground rules, I booked trains and a hotel and it wasn’t long before she was asking me what I wanted her to wear, and whether she could call me sir in public. I picked out a short dress and told her the only rule for her was she didn’t cum unless I said so. Since it was “just a drink” that shouldn’t be a problem, right?

It was finally the day. I got on the train, just wearing dark jeans and a grey tshirt. On the ride down I sent her a few messages to confirm when I would arrive, and when I got out I spotted her across the station before she saw me. Her photos had captured the best of her body but she looked even cuter in person. She’d decided to spice up the dress I’d requested with a scandalous set of stockings and suspenders and dark lipstick, almost black. When she saw me she flinched nervously but pulled herself together and we warmly but awkwardly said our hellos. We wandered to the bar she’d recommended, a dimly lit cocktail spot, and chatted small talk about the train ride down and our plans over the summer. She giggled a lot at my worst jokes and I obligingly flirted back.

Once we got to our booth and more importantly got a couple of short dry cocktails, conversation flowed more naturally. She made sure to insist she never normally meets people from the internet – not even Tinder, except that one time. I mostly just listened and let her nervously overshare, making the right noises and asking the right questions. As we finished our first cocktail I firmly interrupted her, “Another one of the same.” My intonation made it clear that it wasn’t a question. A little startled she replied,

“Yes, Sir.” I let it hang for a second and she realised what she’d done and flushed red. As I stood up to go to the bar I gave her what I wanted to be a reassuring smile but might have been more of a satisfied smirk. When I brought back the next drink she gulped down more than half almost straight away. Then with a surprisingly confident look she handed me a bit of black cloth, her panties. I nearly growled and laid them carefully on the table. She lost her resolve for second and asked me to hide them but I refused and told her any servers that came by would see exactly what they were and who’s they were. She practically matched the plush red velvet seats and nodded.

The rest of the date went as you’d expect. She began more confidently using Sir, and we both gradually moved our hands further up each other’s thighs. After four cocktails she was practically panting with anticipation and I gestured for the bill. When the server came over and spotted the panties I slid my hand all the way up to her pussy and she nearly moaned out loud. The server was totally professional and I took my time adding a tip on the card reader while slowly massaging around her clit, enjoying the mixture of humiliation and desperate horniness emanating from her. As the transaction went through I slipped a finger inside her and asked the server if he’d like to keep her panties. The man seemed shocked but I knew he’d eyed her up a little earlier. He furtively glanced around and then grabbed them and stuffed them into his pocket. I casually thanked him and we both stood up. I offered her my finger and, without thinking, she sucked her pussy off it. We didn’t even need to discuss that we were going back to the hotel.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @scribble-dee-vee! Sorry it took me a sec

5 Lines Tag

My lines: a line describing liquid, a line with regret, a line with darkness, a line about food, a line with a lie

Your lines: a line describing liquid, a line with anger, a line about light, a line about a drink, a line with a half-truth

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A line describing liquid (Tw: the liquid is blood)

However, without words, Sepo not only lacked the meticulous control of other sirens, but he lacked protection from the raw divine energy currently coursing through his throat. That storm would sure serve as a distraction, however it would put them in just as much danger as the smugglers. And Sepo...

There had been dangerous times before---deep within the twisting corridors of the Trench---when he'd been forced to call on his double-edged power. Izjik still remembered the blood; sickening clouds blossoming from his mouth. Dragging his limp form through the grasping tube worms that lined the cramped tunnels, never sure if something was tracking their scent. Lightless days upon starless nights where he lay still and pale as a corpse.

She had to hurry.

A line with regret

"We definitely will," the halawemavar said with a matching grin. "But I am sorry for real. Yeah, you could've talked to me, but it takes two to have an actual conversation and I wasn't being exactly conversational. I should've trusted you to act with a cool head and came clean. I should've trusted you to help me through all this... whatever this is."

Sepo looked to his friend. Her expression was a touch distant, as it had been since he'd woken up. Izjik might be good at reading people, but she'd always been far too honest to wear her heart anywhere other than her sleeve.

<You don't have to do this alone,> he signed. <You never did. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel that way.>

A line with darkness

Her tongue was numb. There could've been a lot of things Izjik noticed upon waking up, but damn it, her tongue was numb, and her face throbbed, and her arms wouldn't move. She felt like one big, shitty lump of pins and needles.

Now, where in the double-fuck am I?

With a groan, she forced her eyes open. It was dark---the hope-eating kind of dark found at the bottom of the sea. Izjik closed her eyes again. Not like it made much of a difference.

A line about food

From the eye of the cyclone, Twenari waved cheerfully. She was conducting a veritable symphony of pots and pans all ferried about by discs of translucent orange energy. Simmering sauces formed unruly ranks, while the rice was busy boiling over in a milky foam. Sepo started to take his boots off and was nearly struck with another spoon making its way towards something that smelled of vinegar.

In a heartbeat, all was still. Everything hung as if suspended in resin. Then, Twenari gave a little clap, and like a cloud of trained birds, three plates were dished up and flew themselves to the spotlessly set table.

A line with a lie (2, if you can spot them >:))

"Look," Tyche continued, joining him on their host's sumptuous couch---which they'd extorted from the man several days ago. "You're gonna do fine. Just play along and, hey, maybe you'll be able to take an early exit?"

"Huh?"

"Head home early, you know?" Hit the bar before the rush, get us some good seats."

"I don't get it. Weren't you just saying the other day that this needs to go off perfect?" Djek was perplexed. Tyche was always saying he needed to take a more 'active' role. Wouldn't skipping out early be the opposite of that?

Tyche sighed. "Nevermind. You're a good man, Djek. It's been an honest pleasure to be in business together."

"Yeah, you too, ya blonde bastard." Djek smiled, an amber glow of contentment filling his vision. Or maybe that was just the spirits. He smiled even wider---there was nothing quite like getting thoroughly buzzed with your best mate.

Tyche might always use words like 'business' and 'asset' around him, but he knew the two of them were friends. Why else would the gangster have taken a chance on some broke urchin well past his begging prime? Why else would she have taken him across the world with her---from faraway Vay to Nacé, the pirate capital---swindling and blackmailing with hidden grins as they went?

Well, Djek did have some skills---and a lot of folk were altogether too damn covetous of them for comfort---but Tyche had always respected Djek for himself, not for what he could do. She was probably the only one in all the world who liked him for him. Even if she had a hard time saying it.

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Tagging @somethingclevermahogony @bumblebeebats @fortheoneswhowish @the-angriest-author @jessicagailwrites and YOU :D

[scenecipriano]

Time Stands Still (4)

Chapter Three: A Pleasure to Meet You!

TW: swearing, kind of animal death, hints of racism (its the rural south in the 30s so-), mentions of segregation

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With the news of Lucifer’s upcoming arrival to the hotel, Alastor can’t say that he’s too excited about it. The sudden appearance of the king of hell himself was not in his plan, having the man around could ruin his plan of having Charlie nullifying his contract. The feeling of being someone else’s puppet was infuriating and this had been all thanks to that half portion wet sock, Vox. 

If only the square headed imbecile knew of Alastor’s predicament, he was sure the idiot would be laughing at him. The great Radio Demon was rendered to being someone else’s puppet, he was supposed to be the puppeteer, he was supposed to be the one in control. 

“Charlie!!” 

Alastor glances over to the door, his smile beginning to strain as he sees Lucifer stride inside. He hates how the man struggles to even utter one compliment on his daughter’s project. 

“Oh! What in the unholy hell is THAT,” Lucifer exclaims as he points towards the bar Alastor had set up.

“Just some of the renovations we had done, adds a bit of color! Don’t you think?” 

Alastor relishes in the confusion painted on the demon king's face. 

“And you are?” 

Lucifer jumps when Alastor materializes behind him, “Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you sir, quite a pleasure!” 

Quite a pleasure indeed. 

When Vox comes to he can’t help but groan, the bastard never said that going back in time would fucking hurt. Slowly he blinks his eyes open, squinting when the rays of the sun blinds him temporarily. He places his hand on his face as he sits up, another groan slips out as he places his hands on his lap. 

He’s met with flawless pale skin and short blunt nails, Vox blinks in shock, his mouth hanging open. 

“What the fuck…” 

“Well, I believe I should be asking you the same thing, mister! Not every day you see someone like yourself on this side of the bayou.” 

Vox looked up sucking in a breath through his teeth, a man with mocha colored skin was standing in front of him. His hair was short, but styled in the way he remembers some jazz musician always did with his own hair. The guy had on a white button down with black pants and suspenders. He expects to see a pair of loafers on the man’s feet, but instead he’s wearing a pair of rain boots. 

“What’s the matter? First time seein a colored person? Cause judgin from how you’re staring at me that what it seems like!” 

Vox shakes his head and chuckles softly, “Ah… No, no this isn’t my first time seeing a black person. I just um…probably hit my head or something.” 

The man offers him a hand, the smile on his face sending a jolt of recognition down Vox’s spine. He hesitantly takes the hand offered, he doesn’t miss how the man’s smile widens as he helps him stand. 

“Now that you’re up right I best introduce myself! Mama would have my head if she knew I was being rude.” 

Vox watches as the man bends down to pick up a bucket that sat by his feet, he could see the bodies of bull frogs inside of it. 

“The name is Alastor! A pleasure to meet you!” He exclaims as he extends his free hand to Vox. 

He hesitates for a moment before taking Alastor’s hand, giving it a firm shake as he does. 

“Victor, a pleasure to be meeting you as well.” 

“Mimzy!” Alastor exclaims as he makes his way over to the little blonde demon. He pulls her into a hug, it’s been so long since he’s seen his good friend! 

“Al- What the hell,” Mimzy starts.

Alastor’s appearance had flickered for just a moment, at first the Radio Demon stood before her, but then… then the real Alastor had been there in his spot, for just a split second. 

“What’s the matter my dear? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost!” 

She ignores the sound of the laugh track her friend plays, she knows what she saw. She glances over to Husk at the bar, even the grumpy cat saw what she had noticed. 

“As much as I’d love to catch up, Charlie and I have a tour to continue!” 

Mimzy watches her friend in silence as he and Lucifer bicker, she waits until the three of them disappear upstairs before turning her attention to Husk. 

“Please tell me you saw that too, pussycat?” 

“I did,” Husk starts before glancing at the stairs, “And I don’t think it’s anything good.” 

Vox makes sure to keep his distance from Alastor, the man seems harmless, but he’s heard stories of how the future demon was a serial killer before he died. He wasn’t about to let the bitch get one up over him when he’s this close from getting rid of him for good in Hell. 

“So, Victor, where are ya from? If you don’t mind me askin, it’s just you don’t sound like you’re from these parts.” 

Vox hesitates, he wasn’t sure what to exactly say in this situation. For fucks sake he hasn’t been human in nearly forty fucking years. 

“I uh… I’m not. Er�� Originally I’m from Chicago, but I’m um down here on a personal trip,” Vox replies. 

Alastor looks back at him and smiles, “Well, you must allow my mother and I to treat you to a fine Louisanan meal! We’re havin frog legs with corn bread and a pot of fresh beans!” 

Vox glances down at the bucket in the man’s hand again, well, it was good to know that the dead bullfrogs weren’t victims of Alastor being a damn psychopath. He’s not even sure if he’s ever had frog legs before, that was never a part of his mother’s Polish menu. 

“Ah, I would greatly appreciate that! Can’t say I’ve ever had frog legs before, but I say it’ll taste amazing!” 

He doesn’t miss the way Alastor beams at him, he wasn’t sure if that smile belonged to a serial killer or if it just belonged to a man that’s never met a nice white person before. 

“And this here–” 

“What’s going on with your voice,” Lucifer interrupts, “It sounds like a radio that goes from being crappy to actually audible.” 

Alastor stops mid stride and looks down at the short king, his smile is strained at the edges. How can this man be royalty but yet be so uncivilized and rude. 

“I don’t-,” He stops mid sentence and clears his throat, “I don’t know what you mean, sir! My voice is as eloquent as ever!” 

He’s painfully aware that during that whole sentence his filter was gone, he gives Lucifer and Charlie a tight lipped smile as he simply gestures for them to continue with the tour. 

If this is a cruel joke from his contractor then Alastor wasn’t laughing, it’s one thing to keep him from being at his best, but now the bastard wants to fiddle with the one thing he has control over? 

Watching Alastor interact with his mother was like looking into a funhouse mirror. The man was a completely different person, he was happy and sweet to his mother. Giving the woman a helping hand with dinner while humming show tunes and pulling her into an impromptu dance. 

It really makes him wonder just how a man this sweet and silly turned into something so sinister and terrifying. Oh, who is he kidding? Velvette was just like Alastor until she got into a fight on social media with a girl and made the mistake of meeting her for a fight. Sinner’s can be the sweetest most caring people alive, but somehow some way this shitty world they live in turns them inside out and into the very things their parents try to protect them from. 

“Ya know, sugar if ya keep staring down into them beans you’re gonna make em boil again.” 

He looks up and offers Alastor’s mother a small smile, “I apologize, Ms. Arceneaux. I tend to get lost in thought very easily, why that’s how your boy ended up finding me.” 

Ms. Arceneaux tsk’s as she tears into one of the frog legs on her plate, she chews quickly and swallows. 

“Darlin, Ms. Arceneaux is my mother, you can call me Tallulah. Any friend of my Alastor’s is a friend of mine.” 

Vox has to stop himself from grimacing at the word friend, this may not be the Alastor he knows and hates, but even calling this version of his enemy his friend made him want to gag. 

“Say, Victor?” Alastor starts as he dabs his mouth clean with a napkin, “How would you like to join me at Johnny’s tonight? My friend Mimzy is having a show there and she loves seeing new faces in the crowd.” 

“Why, I would love to! It’ll feel nice to be in the company of a friend.” 

“And this is mine and Char-” Alastor stops mid sentence, a wave of dizziness washes over him as he catches himself against the wall. 

“Alastor!” Charlie cries as she rushes over to support him. 

She watches in horror as his appearance flickers, for a moment gone was the Radio Demon she’s come to know and care for, in his place was a human. A human who looked pained and so confused about what was going on. 

“How long has he been doing that?” Lucifer asks. 

Charlie looks at her dad, barely catching Alastor changing back to how he normally looks. 

“I-I…I don’t know, Al? Do you know when this started happening?” 

Alastor looks down at her, his usual red eyes now dark brown. He furrows his brows and forces his smile to grow wider. 

“I have no idea what you mean, my dear! Come, let us…continue…” 

His appearance flickers again, this time the human stays a bit longer. Charlie glances at her father and notices the concern and dare she say fear that danced in his wide eyes. 

“Charlie, keep an eye on him. I’ll be back, I’m going to find out what’s going on, okay?” 

Her dad is gone within a blink of an eye, she looks at Alastor. His demon form back, but his smile was strained and looked as if he was in pain. 

Vox was expecting Johnny’s to have been some type of jazz club, not a full speakeasy that was filled to the brim with drunken men both white and black. He looks to the stage and sees a fairly attractive white woman leaning against a piano. She had a red flapper dress, her blonde hair styled neatly not a single strand out of place. 

“Don’t look so shocked, my good man! The one thing we seem to all get along about is our liquor! Come let’s have a shot or two before chatting with Mimzy, aye?” 

Did Al and this Mimzy chick have a thing or something? Surely not, the demon he knows isn’t fond of touch, let alone thinking about doing something scandalous as sex. 

After a few shots Vox wasn’t sure if he wanted to go through with this, meeting this Alastor showed him a different side but…

“I’m gonna make you wish that I’d stayed gone~.” 

He can’t risk the chance of his entire empire falling because of one single person. 

“Oh~! My my Alastor you didn’t say you’d be bringing mister tall, pale, and handsome with you tonight!” 

Vox looks down and blinks, this must be Mimzy. The woman was much shorter up close than she had seem while on the stage. 

“Well, that’s because it was a surprise to me as well, my dear! This is Victor, I met him today just daydreaming in the bayou, tell him Mimzy that ain’t no place to be losing his head!” Alastor laughs as he takes another sip of his whiskey. 

“My daydreaming in the bayou? I’m surprised a gator didn’t get ya!” 

Vox laughs nervously before finishing the rest of his own drink, “Ah, what can I say? My mind leaves me so easily.” 

His reply falls on deaf ears as the two friends fall into easy conversation, he looks between the both of them. Wondering how he could possibly use this friendship to his advantage but how…

“Alright, everyone who isn’t white it’s time to get outta here, given ya the chance to leave peacefully before we decide to drag ya out.” 

Vox hears a groan echo around the bar, a look of irritation flashes across the two friends' faces as Mimzy mumbles something about them going out back to finish their conversation.

A smirk comes to life on his face as he watches the two of them file out of the bar with the other men. 

“ASTAROTH! You son of a bitch I know you’re in here!” Lucifer screams as he marches into the void. He’s not been here for almost a millenia and it's still just as creepy as he remembers it being. 

“Why shout, Lucifer? This place is endless, but it does have an echo you know,” a bored female voice replies from his right. 

Lucifer turns and comes face to face with emerald and gold eyes, he bares his teeth and grabs the front of Astaroth’s shirt. He hates how nothing phases this fucker, always looking him with that bored expression. 

“What the fuck have you done?” 

A smirk forms on their lips as they shift from their female form to their male form. Their eyebrows arched as they tilt their head to the side. 

“Why, whatever do you mean?”

Vox waits in the dark of the alley, making sure to stay out of sight from the two friends. He hears them laugh and joke, watches as they share one final hug before Alastor takes his leave. 

Mimzy leans against the brick of the alley and lights a cigarette, that’s when Vox makes his move. 

“Don’t play fucking games with me, asshole! You’re doing this shit again, aren’t you?” 

Lucifer shakes in rage when Astaroth lets out a laugh, it’s a laugh that still haunts the fallen angel’s dreams. A laugh that reminds him of how this very thing took away the one person he truly loved. 

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about! What am I doing, hm?” 

Lucifer grits his teeth, he can feel the tears welling up in his eyes. It was seven years ago all over again, he had just wanted to see if he had done things differently that maybe just maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad…but…

“Y-You know.” 

“I want to hear you say it.” 

But…it had cost him his wife…

“You’re changing history…” 

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[kerinne]

Hello my darlings it’s Kerinne back with my latest conquest. I was in a club on the Gold Coast drinking at a table where I could see the whole bar. I had been watching a few likely girls when this gorgeous blonde sat at the bar. I watched as she told 5 or 6 guys to fuck off, I knew that’s what she said because of the way they reacted when she spoke, they almost jumped back as though they’d been bitten. Ha, perfect, I had a good feeling about her. I slowly made my way over to her. She saw me coming and beamed a big smile at me. I was wearing one of my killer black cocktail dresses, very short and no panties, just a suspender belt with black stockings and black stilettos. I sat down beside her and asked her name. She said it was Ursula and she was Ukrainian, a refugee from the war with Russia. I warmed to her immediately she was a real beauty with beautiful blonde hair (my favourite) and with fabulous breasts, a flat tummy and a perfect hour glass figure. She had only been here a couple of months but her English was very good. We made small talk for an hour or so and I turned my chair to face her, my dress was hitched up and I opened my legs so she could see and she looked and smiled and I knew I had her.

I said I was going home in a cab and did she want a lift. She agreed and in the back of the cab we kissed and she put her hand between my legs feeling my hungry wet pussy. It felt glorious, what I’d been hoping for all night. She was surprisingly aggressive, I don’t think I was her first female sex partner. I loved it my dream come true and she kept pulling her fingers out and sucking them. I presume I tasted good because she kept doing it. Eventually we got to my place and we both got out. I paid the cabbie and he was smiling broadly but I didn’t care, I was only thinking about beautiful Ursula and what was next. We got out of the elevator and walked to my door and while I was unlocking the door she was behind me and she reached around and put her hands on my breasts twitching my nipples which were quite hard, yummy. We walked into my apartment and she asked if I had any wine. Yes darling I have red and white. Dry white she said sitting on my sofa, I said I had a great dry white Vass Felix Margaret River Classic Dry White. It’s my favourite white wine and I always have some cold in the fridge. When I came back with a bottle and two glasses she’d removed her shoes and stockings. Hmmm interesting I thought I wonder if she has panties on, her dress was silky and tight and I hadn’t noticed any pantie lines. I poured the wine and sat close to her. God she was gorgeous, I ran my hand over her leg and up under her dress and sure enough, no panties. We stared into each other’s eyes and my fingers entered her vagina it was wet and slippery and she gasped a little as my thumb rubbed her clit. She leaned back and closed her eyes, she obviously liked it. Her breathing got faster and heavier as I increased the speed of my thumb and fingers. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm and I licked her cum off my fingers. After she recovered she started unclipping my stockings and rolling them down and off my legs, I’d kicked my shoes off long before. I stood up and unzipped my dress and it fell to my feet, I took off my suspender belt and I was naked standing in front of her. She stared at me up and down then she stood and undressed as I watched, she was so beautiful naked, better than I’d hoped. I kissed her and smiled then I nibbled her nipples with my lips and tongue, she had perfect round breasts with front facing nipples, yum perfect. We sat and emptied our glasses then she stood and kneeled in front of me and pushed my legs apart pulled my ass to the edge of the sofa and buried her face between my legs. Fuuuck this definitely wasn’t her first time. She licked me to orgasm in very short order. Then she licked her way up to my breasts and sucked and nibbled my nipples then she kissed me and I licked her face clean of all my juices. I was still panting partly or mostly from excitement, I was really hungry for her and I thought the thought was reciprocated judging by the look on her face. I poured the last of the bottle of wine and we finished our drinks slowly what with all the kissing and touching. It’s definitely the most fun you can have without laughing. When we’d finished our drinks I took her hand then stood and led her into my bedroom.

If you’d like to know what happened next you’ll have to wait until tomorrow, it’s the wee hours now and I’m tired so I’ll post this now and finish it tomorrow. G’night my darlings. xoxoxox

[stagefullofentertainment]

New Year's - New Promises

Just a little short story about the things our beloved characters would promise for themselves (or others) for the New Year's!

With the clock counting last hours and minutes of the old year, every resident of the one and only Hazbin Hotel felt at least a smidgen of festivity in their minds. I cannot answer for their hearts because who knows when they let them be sealed shut. Not all, I'll admit, but the vast majority did. Don't let this sad fact fall deep to your heart, let me do the story telling part.

As I was saying, everyone gathered around the main lobby of the hotel where different little tables were scattered around with various appetizers, desserts and drinks, ready to be served. Although Christmas decorations remained (to Alastor's dismay), the atmosphere was energetic and inviting to party and celebrate.

All wore their dearest celebratory outfits! Colours of gold, silver, black and green were greatly favoured among them. Of course, we can't forget razzle, dazzle and sequins! Interested in outfits? Let me fill you in! So, over there, near one bit sandwiches table stood Vaggie and Husk, holding their glasses of their respective choice of alcohol. Vaggie was rocking an indigo pant suit with a red shirt. Husk wore a silver tie, matching his new top hat, gifted by Niffty. She herself had pulled up a chair to the desserts table to make it easier to get food. She wore a simple green dress but with her own embroideries on it. Near the bar stood Angel, donning a sparkly golden dress which left little to the imagination. Yes, it was toned down from the first time he wore it. Besides him was Charlie, who chose a black shirt and pants combination with golden suspenders on top. She even managed to add some hair glitter to her, well, hair. At last there was Alastor, sitting on a sofa, making sure that appropriate music is being played tonight, observing others. His usual wear wasn't much different than usual. Alastor just switched the main colour to black and outlines to red. Voila! Simple as that.

There were small talk and chit-chat going around, everyone was enjoying their time and not letting all the world's, well, hell's problems bother them tonight. That was until a dessert spoon tapping on a champagne glass sound was heard. All turned their heads to it's direction, seeing that Charlie was the one to make it.

Charlie: Dear friends! I would love to offer a toast!

Smiles, big and small, manifested on everyone's faces. They all gathered around Charlie, those who hadn't had a glass of champagne grabbing one. Vaggie stood beside Charlie, hugging her around midriff with one arm while the other held Vaggie's drink. Charlie looked to her lovingly and then payed attention to others, ignoring Angel's knowing smirk.

Charlie: Well, actually, I would love that all of us could say a toast! But with a twist!

Niffty: Oh! What kind of twist?

Charlie: That we all say one thing, like a New Year's promise to ourselves or others, but it has to start with the first letter of your name.

Alastor: Hmm, I see. I suppose that should do something with trying to be a better person?

Charlie: Well, that would be great but you don't have to.

Angel: Phew!

Vaggie: Watch it, araña.

Angel: Lovely name, Vags, really.

Charlie: So, would anyone like to start?

Niffty: I could try!

Alastor: That's the spirit, Niffty!

Charlie: Go ahead!

Niffty: *Giggles from unexpected embarrassment, feeling everyone's gaze on her* Okay, something from n. Hmm... Would not worrying about everything so much work?

Charlie: Yeah, sure!

Niffty: Then I wish that over the next year my worries drop to null!

Charlie cheered, encouraging others to support each other. Niffty blushed from all the encouragement.

Angel: Well, if that's how we toast, mind if I say mine now?

Charlie: Of course!

Angel: Okay! So, over the next year I wish to experience more ana-

Vaggie: *Shouts enraged* Don't you dare finish that sentence!

Angel: What? She said that I could wish for whatever.

Charlie: Maybe not to that extent?

Angel: Fine, ya buzz killers.

Angel thought for few moments, oblivious to everything happening around him. He snapped his fingers.

Angel: I got it! This year I will appreciate life more!

Husk: Weren't you doing that already?

Angel: Not at my fullest capacity!

Charlie: Okay! I'll accept it! Now, whose next?

Husk: I would like to throw this out of the way.

Charlie: Husk, you don't have to if you don't want to!

Husk: It's fine. You know what? I would like to find happiness this year.

Alastor: *Mocking tone* I thought that you were already the happiest person here!

If looks could kill, Husk's irritated stare would make Alastor drop dead right here right now but since it doesn't work like Husk would love it to, Alastor's stupid smirk continues to haunt him. Husk chose to ignore him and added to his wish.

Husk: *Holds his index finger* I also want to try out the Hanami cocktail. Never had it.

Niffty: Oh! It's so good! I know a place where we could get those.

Husk: I'm in.

Alastor: While we still are here and not running to drink till passing, I would like to intercept. I want to see, spread and enjoy all the entertainment available!

Charlie: Well, yours isn't exactly tied to your letter.

Alastor: What do you mean? I even had two a's in there!

Charlie: You know what, you're right. Okay! Vaggie?

Vaggie: *Sighs* Okay. What could start with a v? No, Angel, don't even try!

Angel immediately shut his mouth, pretending to look at his glass with interest.

Vaggie: What if I promised to value all of you more?

Charlie: Aww!

Charlie kissed Vaggie on her cheek, making her blush ignoring shouts like "What do you mean? Are we not valuable already?".

Charlie: I think I'm the only one left! I promise to keep count on every single day that we have fun!

Alastor: Well, is it just me or now yours letter doesn't make sense?

Charlie: Don't hate the player, hate the game, my dear.

Alastor looked at her surprised but with small content tweaking his heart. Alastor bowed his head a little to Charlie, making her smile sincerely.

Charlie: With that out of the way, let's celebrate!

With that they all resumed to party activities, dancing and snacking through the evening. Later, when the clock was mere minutes till midnight, Charlie invited them on the hotel's roof. When it struck 12, she let various colourful fireworks with her magic. Even Alastor decided to help Charlie out. He too made some fireworks appear with his magic.

All watched it unfold in awe. Truly, a magical and happy start to our friends.

[scrapmental]

The three of us

             “We should try it. Just once. Before we get married. That’s what he said to me.”  

                 Inez Minta told this tall guy in a black suit and obsidian eyes.

                 Her boyfriend, Terry, had been convincing her to be more adventurous in the bedroom. They’ve tried sneaking in the bars’ bathrooms for a quickie. The bus rides when he would ask her not to wear panties. And Inez liked them. She’s felt nervous but thrilled when she gets to that climactic point. The music, the cigarette smell, the bumpiness of the bus rides disappeared. Terry’s shaft and hands could transport her to another world, where glittering stars fall, yet suspended in time.

                  And so, when he told her they would try another adventure, she was all ears. But this one felt different for her.

                 “Like, it’s not right. But I see he’s very interested about it. And I’m not sure why.” Inez answered when the man asked her.

                  She could not look at his eyes. They seemed to be searching something. And when she tried to peek into those dark pools, her stomach wanted to turn upside down. So, she held her bag tightly and planted her gaze on the floor. She could not leave. Those people from craigslist and reddit recommended him to her.

                He’s discreet. He gets the job done. And the other man or woman just disappears when the act is finished. These were all the comments she heard about his work. Ethel Div. Such a foreign sounding name.

               But when she met him at a fast food, she could not place his nationality. His jawline was strong, like those from the Scandinavian or Latin American countries. He’s taller than most men in that Philippine fast food joint. And with his black suit and leather shoes, the place seemed to look more elegant just because of his presence. But his eyes… there were more black pupils than the whites. And it made her skin crawl. But his voice when he spoke, felt like that hot shower after a bad day.

                   “So what do you want me to do, Inez?” He drawled and smiled.

Inez covered her face. She talked to Terry before meeting Ethel. Tried to tell him maybe they could try something else. How about a public pool? Or those festivals overseas? Or those secret clubs where you wear masks and get naked in front of others? But Terry shook his head.

                   “You love me, right? And we agreed to make our sex lives as exciting as possible before we get engaged. Why can’t you do this for me!” Terry told her before he left their apartment. He shut the door loudly.

                        “I could not bring myself to find a girl to join us for threesome, Sir. I… I tried but.. But the thought of sharing him….” Inez began explaining to Ethel but suddenly her tears started falling.

                     Ethel held her shoulders and his hands were warm. He waited for her to stop shaking. He politely asked if Terry wanted a threesome but instead of a woman, the third party would be a man. Inez cried more harshly.

                       “We did that! Just last month. Until now, I could not forget about it. How he sat there while another man was touching me. Then he fucked me from behind while I was pleasuring the other man. When he finished, he sat there again, waiting for this other guy to cum in my mouth. He was looking at me calmly, just drinking his beer. Then we resumed our lives as if it never happened.”

                         Ethel smiled sadly and shook his head. It was part of his job to listen to why his clients turn to him. The pain in their desperate eyes feeds him. And the darker their stories are, the more ideas he generates. With Inez’s story, he knew what she would ask even before she realized it. But this time, Ethel felt that he’s going to do a good deed. And he chuckled. He would be an angel this time.

                        “So, you survived a threesome with a man but could not bring yourself to have it with a woman this time? Why oh why?” He asked her further. The mothers and children had been watching them ever since Inez started crying. But that didn’t matter. At least to Ethel.

                      Inez, in between sobs, explained that she didn’t care about herself when Terry convinced her to have another male sex partner. She said it was her gift to him. But now, he was requesting her to find a woman.

                        “I am feeling jealous. Will he look at her like the way he looks at me when we make love? Was I not enough so he’s looking for another woman? I wish, I won’t feel this way. I hope there’s a way to give him what he wants, without my heart breaking so much. Maybe, that’s why I wanted to know your services.” Inez finally voiced out what Ethel was thinking all the time.

                           He took out post-it notes and wrote something there. He handed the note to Inez. It was a name of a luxury hotel, a date, time, and the room number.

                      “Just show up at this venue. I’ll send Terry a message. Will tell him it’s a surprise from you. Don’t meet him before this day. Trust me, you won’t feel bad about this. You won’t feel anything like that.” Ethel assured Inez.

                      His eyes grew darker when she looked at him. Like a dark sky with bright stars. And she could not look away. Why were his eyes calm and beautiful now? Ethel snapped his fingers and Inez went back to the task at hand. He was showing a bottle of perfume. She should wear that perfume when she meets Terry at that hotel. Ethel said the smell would calm her.

                      “What about the payment?” Inez asked.

                     But Ethel shook his head. “You will pay me with something after we’re done with Terry’s wish. And don’t worry, it’s not going to cost you a thing.”

                    Bewildered, but happy that her savings won’t suffer, Inez shook Ethel’s hand and left him in that fast food.

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                     The hotel room was not something Inez could afford. It was in a 5-star hotel in the middle of Manila. It was overlooking Manila Bay and the big windows announced the sun setting. Terry opened the door and smiled widely.

                      “You smell delicious, babe.” He whispered as he crushed her lips with a kiss. Inez responded as if his kiss triggered a fire in her she didn’t know about. Her lips smashed his. Her tongue sought his, her hands removed every piece of clothing he had.

                       Terry’s face showed surprise. Inez never initiated. She’s the student. He’s the teacher. That has always been their roles. But his Inez today was different, yet he could not resist the long, wavy hair, that collarbone curving under her creamy neck. That boldness to wear a gauzy long white dress with nothing underneath. Her intoxicating perfume.

                        When she pushed him towards the bed, his manhood stood up proudly. Waiting for its mistress to kiss it. But a knock stopped Inez. And another woman entered.

                       She’s smaller than Inez. Her skin, paler, and seemed to glow just bathed by the setting sun. She stood there smiling, looking like a college girl, just recently out of puberty. But her eyes, seemed to have seen more years.

                       “Hi, I’m AnnYah. I’m Inez’s surprise!” The girl-woman beamed. Her white teeth gleamed underneath her red lips.

                     Terry looked at her from head to toe. This was the type of women he’d watch on PornHub. This was like the girl he’d follow around in a university near his office. Did Inez know about that? Her office was far from his.

                      Inez smiled at AnnYah and signaled for her to approach her. AnnYah walked towards Inez grinning. Like an excited girl waiting for a Christmas gift. Inez, ripped her dress when AnnYah approached. Then Inez held her hand and led him to Terry.

                     He could not contain his excitement. His fantasy woman is right in front of him, smiling while in her underwear. He reached out to her and then cried out in sweet agony. Inez’s mouth found his crotch and her lips started ravaging his manhood. This drove him to grab AnnYah. And he destroyed her last pieces of clothing. Before he took her mouth to his, AnnYah giggled loudly.

                     There was no moon that night, but three sweaty bodies decorated the darkness. There was Terry, bruising every inch of AnnYah’s white flesh, praising the savageness of Inez’s gyrations on top of him. There’s AnnYah, giggling and daring Terry to thrust deeper. Challenging him with her fearless gaze. And then there’s Inez, who brought Terry in different parts of the hotel and slid his shaft inside her as she stood up or climbed up the dresser. Then, held AnnYah like a piece of delicate pottery, kissing her tenderly. Soothing the bruises that Terry left as he drilled her from behind.

                         It was morning when these three bodies stopped their dance. Inez woke up first, she had showered and was gingerly rummaging the floor to find her clothes. Terry woke up and called her from the bed. But Inez merely looked at him and smiled. All dressed, she tiptoed towards him, not wanting to wake up AnnYah who’s nestled on his arm. Inez bent down and kissed his nose.

                                      “That was unforgettable, uhm, Terry right?” She whispered.

                  Terry laughed and kissed her lips but Inez refused. She just applied lipstick.

                   “I didn’t know you could joke like that, babe.” Terry commented.

                     But Inez went on. She said she really could not remember. But it was nice meeting him at that bar.

                     Terry at this point stood up, feeling odd about the situation. But Inez insisted that they met at a bar yesterday and had a threesome with his girlfriend.

                     “But you are my girlfriend! She’s the girl you contacted to be our threesome, remember?” Terry was not happy with Inez’s prank at this point.

                     Yet, Inez was having none of it. She’s single, she went to this bar in Manila and she ended up partying with Terry. That’s it.

                     “Babe, that’s how we met. That was three years ago. What’s happening.?” Terry was shaking Inez at this point. And Inez looked petrified. She ran away.

                       Terry was about to follow her but realized he was naked. He was gathering his clothes when AnnYah woke up.

                      “Good morning, Terry. I guess Inez had come to her senses.” She said, a hint of laughter in her voice.

                       Terry looked at her coldly and asked what she did to her.

                     AnnYah rose from the bed languidly and walked naked in front of Terry. She found a half-finished bottle of wine on the floor and drank some. Then she dragged one chair and sat down across Terry.

                    “Inez wished to do this threesome for you without her heart breaking so much. And I fulfilled it. You enjoyed her gift, right?” AnnYah looked at Terry with amusement while toying the mouth of the wine bottle.

                   “But what happened to her? It’s like she didn’t remember our relationship. What did you do to her?” He was shouting at AnnYah now.

                      AnnYah stood up. And she grew taller and taller. Right in front of Terry, her face changed from that innocent doll to this strong-jawed man with the blackest eyes. Terry was so taken aback he stepped away and fell on the bed.

                      “What did I do to her? You should ask yourself that, Terry. I took away the one thing that was stopping her from letting you fuck another woman.” Ethel walked towards Terry, his taut jaw quivering and his voice sounded like a silent growl.

                   “She went back to who she was before she met you. The Inez you met here who agreed to this threesome was a different person, Terry. I took something away from her so she could give this final gift to you. Do you know what it is, babe?” Ethel laughed loudly.

                  Terry, shaking in fear absent-mindedly asked. “What, what did you take away from her!”

                     But Ethel only laughed loudly.

                  “I am the Devil. I take the good and feed on it. I took her love for you. She doesn’t love you now, Terry.”

                With that, the Devil put on Terry’s clothes and left the hotel room.

[starvingtongue]

It was a rain that found its way beneath steel plating, spreading cold between his shoulder blades, climbing his legs like a rising damp.  Foul, frigid weather was what halted his journey and pushed Farkas into the cave, its mouth a wound in the sleet-grey landscape.  Once inside, he noticed the scent.  Of grave soil, of hedgenettles. The sickly sweet of suspended decay.  A growl of realisation rattled in his throat, hackles rising as he peered into the dark.

@austerulous

she had barely noticed the rain. one doesn't tend to notice the weather much after nearly 400 years of being alive, much less after one lives in a perpetually cloudy, snow bearing tundra. if anything, rain was a pleasant change from the weather she was used to. all the same, she would much rather not get her clothing soaked through, and after the first signs of it, had made her way to the nearest cavernous shelter. perhaps it would give her something to do while the rain passed. something new to explore.

hopefully something not too drauger infested.

once she had started exploring, she quickly realised the cave was indeed, free of drauger, bar one or two near the entrance. Zephyr had disposed of them all to easily. a couple she could handle, but the usual crowd that tended to be in crypts and catacombs made her uneasy. there were usually too many to handle for someone with a lack of heavy armour. in any case, the depths of this particular cave didn't reach very far, at least from the circular paths she had explored. before she knew it, she was back at the path leading to the entrance, where a brand new smell awaited.

had it smelt like damp dog with musky, yet earthy, undertones when she came into this cave? it was rather distinctive and Zephyr was sure it would've stood out if it did. the earthy part made sense considering where the cave was, but the damp dog aspect did not. perhaps more time had passed then she originally thought and a wolf had died by the entrance. "Ugh." the sound was uttered under her breath, as her lips pulled downwards in disgust. it wasn't dispersing the closer to the entrance she got either.

there was only one thing that had a smell like that and it had only entered Zephyr's nostrils a handful of times before. yet, she could recognise it anywhere. the growl all but confirmed it. werewolf. how long had it been since she'd had a run in with one? her mind said too long. her lucky had run out. instinctively, her hands alit themselves and moved up in front of her torso. flames licking at her hands, casting shadows that danced against the stony walls, she could feel the warmth of her skin. the only sense of warmth she ever got these days was from fire.

'keep the fire well away from your face, zephyr'. her mind echoed what a member of her first, and only, coven had said. she'd heard too many stories of vampires going up in flames because of their own stupidity with magic. like many of others of her kind, there was a discomfort around fire. vampires were weak to it and it was a widely known weakness. despite this, she constantly trained herself to use it in combat, to overcome the overwhelming sense of discomfort of potentially dying a firey death.

regardless of her aversion to fire, Zephyr turned her attention back to the matter at hand. if her sense of smell was anything to do by, they were standing a few meters from each other. there wasn't a terrible amount of light when she had entered, which was not helping with identifying the creature that stood blocking the entrance to the cave. yet, with what little light there was, it glistened off the armour the beast was wearing. "Hail." her voice was calm, smooth, with a hint of coldness to it. if her heart still beat, it would've been hammering against her chest right now.

she would at least be respectful to this wolf. they hadn't tried to outright kill her. they hadn't gone straight for her throat or attempted to stab her through her heart. not yet at least. if the growl was anything to go by, her cover had already been blown and there was no use in pretending to be anything other than what she was. a wolf's sense of smell was almost as good, if not better, than her own, and vampires had a scent that separated them from humans. or so she'd been told.

"Who goes there?" she'd ask what they were doing in this cave, but it's not like she owned it. she figured threats would do little, since there was only one escape route and it was currently blocked by something that could easily tear her apart. it was probably not the time to ask if it was still raining either.

[princematcha]

(till i) run with you

bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

contains: rdr gets called ‘girl’ once, no real gendered terms or pronouns other than that, rdr does wear a dress, mostly sfw save for some cussing and nsfw related jokes, drug mentions (mary wanna) and alcohol mentions(and usage??), everyone’s bi including rdr, rdr is in grad school and bkg has graduated, not edited 

a/n: sorry i listened to too many 60′s and 70′s songs and started thinking abt a band au, let’s say xmen days of future past au because i wanted to keep mina pink

wc: 2369 words

Smoke billows out of your mouth as you stare off toward the pretty girl on the drums. Big pink curls held back by a black and white gingham hair band, hazy spotlight shining on her giving a halo. Sweat drips down the side of her forehead when she hits the hi-hat, you can see her arms flexing through her loose bell sleeves from across the bar.

She spins a drumstick on one of her pink knuckles, yellow irises flashing up to you with a wink. Normally you’d feel a touch embarrassed to get caught staring. You recognize most of the group from campus, anyone’s eye would get attracted to something nice to look at in class. Quickly looking away if any of them accidentally looked in your direction. But tonight you ash your joint in the tray on the tacky bartop next to you, smiling at her. You’ll have to thank Camie for the smoke-flavored courage.

Camie dances closer to the stage, her silk green slip dress swaying and rising along with her arms. A tactical, well-thought-out move. She told you she was trying to take one of the band members home tonight, “any one of ‘em will do, if I can get more though…” she winked before you left her dorm earlier. You think she probably has the blond guy on keys in her pocket. You should probably call dibs before she gets the girl too. 

As the orange embers creep closer to your fingers, you put out the roach and go back to watching the band. Looking at the stage is like peering through calcium-stained glass, a warm combination of smoke and the old spotlights from the theatre next door makes the whole room hot. 

The redhead looks like he’s putting his whole soul into the guitar, dark eyebrows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut. His sweat-soaked white button-up does nothing to hide the finely cut body beneath it. The greek god of a man, some textbook you read last week probably contained a sculpture resembling this holy display. Suspenders straining over his broad shoulders. Is it legal for an entire group to be this foxy?

Camie’s boy hasn’t stopped making eyes at her ever since she grooved her way to the front. A real pretty boy, you could see your hands running through his golden hair, see if that black zig-zag over the side was natural. You’ll see if Camie’s in a sharing mood tonight. Though you’re not sure if you are, you sure do love the drums.

Your eyes trail behind the greek god and land on the bass player. You’re not sure how you missed him, though the sticky sweet of Gimlet in your throat answers that for you. Bright, deep red eyes burn in your direction. Is he looking at you? Nah, you glance towards the top shelf bourbon and whiskey behind you, sweaty man probably wants a stiff one. 

And it might be the gin speaking for you, but it almost looked like he smirked when you met his eye. With the mean look and scrunched bridge, he also could’ve had an itchy nose.

Sweaty, but still– pretty. You didn’t think you could say pretty so many times in a song, but tonight’s full of firsts. Big calloused hands pluck at the strings of the bass, muscles flexing with every move. You’ve never seen a man look so beautiful in a tight orange sweater-tee, showing off a slim waist tapered into black slacks. 

Pink hair winked at you first though, and you’re a sucker for a drummer. 

(Unless there’s a compelling offer.)

When their set is over, Camie is quick to lay game down hard and sweet on the pretty boy from the keys. Denki, she purred to you as she passed, her hand squeezing your thigh before leading him to the end of the bar. Denki’s eyes glued to her the whole way down. 

You watch as the girl heaves a large case with ease on top of one of the speakers, deciding now is a good chance to talk her up.

“What are ya drinkin?”

The sudden gruff voice next to your ear makes you jump, slipping straight off of the bar stool. You look to the side and the bassist is sitting on the rickety, rust-colored stool next to yours. And he dwarfs the seat in a way that makes it look a bit too small for him. It’s much darker on this side of the venue, not to mention he looked much smaller on that stage. Almost intimidating when he’s right in front of you.

He leans towards you, eyes like a lion circling- side of his mouth twitching when you move your head away from him but your feet force you to stand your ground, “Know what you’re smokin,” he chuckles, low and rumbly, “Good grass from what I can tell.”

You scoot back onto your stool, looking for any sense of composing yourself even as you can feel him picking you apart in his mind. You smile and hold his eye contact as you grab your glass, wet from condensation, and swallow the rest of the drink. “Nothing anymore,” you remark. You slip some green under the cup and turn back around to see if you can chase, but something is pinching the back of your white dress. 

You squint at him, “Let go, bass boy.”

He turns his head to the side, “Bakugou.”

“Excuse me?”

“Let go, Bakugou.” He says.

The name Bakugou does something for you. What was it? The disk jockey places a new record on the player as your brain flickers through the files that hold Bakugou.

He looks you up and down with little decorum as your thoughts stall, grinning when recognition snaps into place in your eyes.

First year of uni. Teacher’s assistant that everyone had a crush on. Mean as all hell, but a gift straight from God’s ass as a tutor.

The first time you got something below a B in your statistics course, you stared at his beat-up loafers while asking what days he has free TA hours because you were terrified to look him in the eyes. 

You turn to him fully and he releases you, waiting to see how you respond. 

“Bakugou?” You stare at him and he flicks his gaze over your face, “What the fuck?”

It’s been almost five years— still the hot TA in your mind though. Sitting in study rooms while he nudged you for the next question and you steeling your will to pretend he wasn’t the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. That’s fresh in your mind as well. Still true. 

God, he’s fuckin fit. 

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” 

You move to snap at him, but falter when he takes your glass and tilts his head back to take one of the ice cubes. Watching as he swirls it over his tongue, then crunches it in his molars. 

“Ah,” Bakugou grunts, “Look who’s drinking hard spirits like a big girl.”

You find yourself sitting on the stool before you know it. 

(You’re too focused on the bartender stirring your drink with precision to see the drummer walk by with a wink to Bakugou and a brunette on her arm. He’s blushing when you glance back at him.)

You laugh as you press your temple to your palm, elbow sticking to the counter, almost empty drink in your hand. You don’t remember Bakugou being quite the conversationalist, but you have no complaints now. 

“How did you even recognize me?” You gesture to yourself, ice cubes swirling in the glass, “And then why would you come over, I don’t think I was that interesting to tutor— unless I was your worst student. Don’t answer that.”

He snorts at that, grabbing your drink out of your hand and placing it back on the wood, “Don’t sell yourself short.” Bakugou nods to the now empty stage, “And you weren't my worst, fuckin idiot on keys was hell on wheels to teach.”

You snicker and point loosely to distant corners of the bar, “I swear some other alums you tutored were here too.” 

You look over at him again, but he’s already facing you. Eyes on yours, but not in that burning, fiery way like earlier. It’s just warm now, something to swirl and get lost in. You find yourself leaning towards him but you swear it’s not because of him. You’re just a little tipsy, you think. Bakugou presses towards you as well, at the same slow drifting pace of the music. 

You stop when his knee hits the plastic leather of your stool, his figure nearly looming over yours. 

“Maybe I came over-”

“Because I never gave you back that watch?”

“—because someone wouldn’t stop eyefucking my band.”

You fling back like a rubber band when he whispers, spine straight as a rod. He smiles at your expression, a mean glint in his eye. 

“I absolutely was not.”

“Really?” He asks. You were never much of a liar. 

But there’s no point in not trying. “Really.” 

“So you weren’t hitting on Mina?” You stare at him so he tries again, “My drummer.”

You blink at him for a second before turning around and taking in the people you could see around the place, “Oh my god the drummer.”

He made you lose the drummer. Bakugou cackles like a hyena at your despair. 

(He buys you a basket of fries at the diner next door as an apology. Though he does eat half of them which lessened the sentiment in your opinion.)

You stare at the concrete of the paved paths weaving through the campus as you and Bakugou walk side by side back to the dorms. It’s quiet and shiny with early morning dew as you make your way back. 

He told you that he was walking you back to the dorms while you were hopping down the steps of the diner. You had no real complaints, you had a feeling that you might’ve woken up next to the university mascot’s statue if he didn’t accompany you. 

Though now you’re not sure how to feel. The warmth radiating off of your cheeks and the man next to you makes you feel like you just finished a nice date. But that wasn’t a date. That was just- That was-

It was two old fri- Hm. Acquaintances? Associates? Teacher and student? That one makes you feel off. Teacher’s assistant and pal. You cringe. Pal?

Rattling off different ways in your head to define your relationship with Bakugou, you don’t notice him slowing down near your dorm building. He clears his throat when you’re a few feet ahead of him. 

“Oh!” You turn. 

You stare at him as he stands under the streetlamp in front of the dorms. The background seems to crumble away the longer you take him in. The soft light blond of his hair looks heavenly at this time between night and day. Cold air nipping at his cheeks. He looks heavenly in this time between night and day. 

You’re not bold or sober enough to invite him up. 

So you guess this is goodbye for now. 

“So-”

“Breakfast tomorrow.” Bakugou pushes the words out of his mouth like they are boiling on his tongue. 

“What?” You rub your eyes to see if that will help you hear words that have already been said. 

“Hell. What day is it now? Today? Tomorrow? I don’t fuckin know when. As soon as possible.”

You’re not sure but you love whatever day today is.  

“I just,” you watch as he rocks from foot to foot, hands in his pockets. You never thought you’d see a nervous Bakugou. “It’s been a while and I-” He starts walking over and stops right in front of you. You’re too busy taking in the sight to even think of moving. “I just gotta see you again. If you’re okay with that. If you want.”

Something roils over in your stomach mixed with confusion. He’s gotta see you again?

If you were sober, you’d see the precious, delicate moment in your hands. A version of Bakugou you only ever got glimpses of when nights got a little too late in the library, when he came over to your dorm and you made him his favorite tea, keeping company and telling stories from your classes while he graded assignments. If you were sober you’d see the glimpse become a moment, enveloping the man as he is. 

But you aren’t. 

“Are you sweet on me?” You crinkle your nose and wag a finger at him. 

Bakugou is perplexed, with a hint of bewilderment. “Am I sweet on you? Are you- What! What else would I- A whole year of- How did you lose more of that brain the longer you were in school?”

You were too lost in how he interrupted himself several times, “What?”

“Yes,” He grits out, “I am.” Bakugou turns you around and starts pushing you toward your dormitory’s front door. 

“And I am going to be here in the morning to remind you because you’re drunk. And you’re not gonna remember a goddamn word I say, so listen to me when I say:”

He stops you abruptly and spins you around, hands warm on your shoulders, “If you say yes, I am taking you out and you’re going to fall the fuck in love with me and I am going to occupy all the empty spaces in your mind to make up for the years you put me through.”

You blink up at him. 

Bakugou grabs the key ring out of your hands, reaches behind you, opens the door, and walks you backwards inside. Placing the key ring back into your hand, he walks back to the door and gives you one look before he closes it, “It’s only fair.”

(He was right and you did wake up with very little memory of the night before. Breakfast with him was amazing though, good god the man can cook. So sweet of him to offer. You spilt hot coffee on your lap when he asked you to get dinner with him while he washed the dishes. You said yes.)