#tanktop gang

[silent-sentinels]

fuck it. everyone scooch, im taking a turn on the wheel.

[urhoneycombwitch]

honey, I’m home

🍯 honey flavour: Xmas fluff and smut drabble

🐝 the beebees: linecook!Eddie x reader

wc: 2.5k

Content warnings: soft dom Eddie, smut, oral (f receiving), reader has fem anatomy, gratuitous use of the nickname ‘princess’, Christmas fluff

foreword: so many delish linecook!Eddie ideas out there I’m throwing my hat into the ring. holiday edition. i wrote this while hiding in my room from relatives lol. my first time w/longer-form on tumblr like this send help I’m scared!!!!

Linecook!Eddie working a long shift at the diner ‘cuz he picked up shitty Christmas Eve hours to be with you all day Christmas, which he swore was worth it despite your earlier protests.

You’ve got some of the Gang over at the trailer helping you wrap presents; everyone’s hands are busy with mugs of cocoa and Scotch tape and too-long ribbons.

Robin and Steve are squabbling over a prized tube of wrapping paper on the couch, Max and El are stretched out on the floor stringing popcorn garlands, and you’re overseeing Dustin’s attempts at bow-tying on the coffee table when Eddie walks in.

And he’s scuffing his boots on the mat, shaking snow from his hair, sidling up to you when you stand to greet him and pressing his face into your neck. You squeak at his cold nose and you can feel him smile against your skin as he hugs you tighter.

“Are you gonna keep making out with your girlfriend or are you gonna help us?” Dustin grouses, irritable from all the energy he’s expended on the bows that just don’t look quite right.

You move to pull away, feeling a lil chastised (by a teenager, no less) but Eddie slips his strong arm around your waist, locking you in place, not bothering to break eye contact with you as he says resolutely, “I’m gonna keep making out with my girlfriend.”

He plants one on you right in front of everyone and although your first instinct is to feel embarrassed it’s quickly drowned out by the desire to keep kissing him, because my god can that boy kiss. And he does. With gusto. Ringed hands on either side of your face, thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks.

There are girlish giggles coming from the pair on the floor; Dustin’s grumbling about needing bleach for his eyes, Steve calls out something about you and Eddie getting a room.

Without missing a beat or taking his lips from yours, Eddie lifts a hand from your face to flip the boy on the couch off. When he finally does pull back, it’s just enough to ask, quietly, as if you’re the only people in the room- “You have dinner yet, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, his one hand still resting on your cheek, a little out of breath- “No, uh, nope. We were waitin’ for you, thought we’d order pizza, or…”

You trail off. He looks downright fucking beautiful, in the soft, glowy Christmas lighting, white work tanktop peeking out from his black and blue flannel, glint of silver chains at his neck. You haven’t seen him since early this morning, when he’d pressed a kiss to your half-awake head and left for work. Now he was here, smelling like woodsmoke and maple syrup and looking at you with those doey eyes and all you want to do is press kisses against his adam’s apple until he melts under you and why oh why had you invited people over again…?

“I’m going to make my beautiful girlfriend here something to eat. Would any of you miscreants care for some grub?” Eddie finally turns his attention to your group of friends, who all claim hunger in equal measure, and you follow him into the kitchen.

You watch as he starts assembling a variety of mixing bowls and utensils on the counter, whistling as he goes; you hug your arms against yourself, dragging a sock foot against the tile.

“I can help,” you offer as Eddie kneels beside you to produce a waffle iron from the cabinet by your legs. “I can stir things, or make sides, o-or���”

Eddie’s warm palm is sliding up the back of your calf, causing you to stutter. He nuzzles his nose against your plaid pajama-covered thigh, briefly, like he can’t help it, before standing back up.

“With these hands?” He teases gently, setting the waffle maker down and pulling your hand to his lips. “Nah. Gotta keep my girl soft.”

You let him kiss the back of your hand and you rotate it in his grasp, palm-up now, his lips pressing against the center there, and you try again to get him to let you help, because he just worked a 12-hour shift and you know he must be bone-tired by now.

With your voice barely above a whisper- “I could… get the plates out…”

One final kiss to your palm, and then he’s looking at you with such fondness, calloused thumb tapping where his lips just were. “Does breakfast for dinner strike your fancy, good lady?”

When you nod, he says with affectionate sternness, “Good. Now go sit pretty in the living room and get out of my kitchen.”

So you obey, cozying up to Robin on the couch to help her with the last few presents amid the bickering still taking place between her and Steve. Nat King Cole serenades from the tinny radio speakers above the clattering in the kitchen, and Dustin’s mood improves drastically once El offers to show him the ropes of popcorn stringing, half-tied bows abandoned at the coffee table.

You look up periodically from your tape sticking to check on Eddie- at some point, he’d put his hair in a low bun and tied his flannel around his hips, the heat of the kitchen causing his bangs to go limp. He’s in good spirits despite the sleepiness you know he’s fighting, humming along to the radio while he coaxes perfectly golden waffles from the iron and onto the Charlie Brown-themed plates you two had bought at the thrift store for fifty cents apiece last summer.

He sweeps into the living room with plates of steaming food balanced on his forearms, his stability impeccable and arms deceptively strong from years of hefting shit around in the kitchen. Obviously, you’re the first to get your plate, dropped off with a little kiss to the crown of your head, but no one’s complaining this time around because they’re too busy chewing.

Eddie’s personalized each order, of course- extra syrup to satiate El’s sweet tooth, blueberries baked into Steve’s stack, a side of peanut butter for Robin paired with a thick handled-butterknife.

Eleven looks up from where she sits cross-legged beside Max and says in a voice that leaves no room for disagreement, “You are the best cook in Hawkins.”

Eddie beams at her around a mouthful of waffle, knocking his shoulder into yours lightly- “You hear that, honey? Supergirl-approved chef at your service.”

Sticky plates get scraped clean and pushed aside, a rosy fullness lulling everyone into easy conversation about various holiday plans happening tomorrow. Eddie’s settled into your side on the couch, sliding his hand back and forth absently across your thigh, and you can tell by the vacant stare he’s giving the far wall that he’s running on fumes (though he’d never admit it in front of anyone but you, all too happy to give and give until there’s nothing left).

So you make the call for the both of you, giving a dramatic stretch and yawn- “All right, gang, I’m beat. Let’s call it for tonight and pick back up on Christmas?”

There’s a bustle of activity for the next few minutes; you and Steve hunt down everyone’s winter gear, getting the kids back into their gloves and warm hats while Robin helps Eddie with the dishes. In a flurry of see-you-tomorrows and calls for safe driving, Eddie pulls the front door shut and snicks the top lock closed.

“Finally,” he groans, and you can’t hold back the laugh that bubbles from you with the speed at which he has you caged against the wall, trailing a line of kisses down your throat, his sleepy state seemingly abandoned for a much hornier one.

“Somethin’ funny?” he muses, before sucking at the spot where your shoulder and neck join, your laugh catching and rolling into a gasp instead.

“Didn’t think so,” Eddie chuckles, darkly, against the hollow of your throat, adding a scrape of teeth over the bruise that’s sure to bloom. “You gonna be a good girl and let me have dessert?”

Your brain is already going fuzzy as he bullies his hands underneath your shirt, cold rings sending shivers across your body as they slide against your lower back, the plush curve of your hip, dipping down down down.

“Don’t you wanna-” your voice comes out shaking, interrupted by another gasp as Eddie’s hands find the bare meat of your ass and he squeezes, bordering that fine line between too harsh and too good that he knows you love- “-shower, or clean up a bit? I can run you a bath-”

Eddie slips his denim-clad thigh between yours, and fuck the presure is just right as he helps your core roll over his knee with his solid grip.

“I think…” he purrs low against the shell of your ear, grinning when your breath gets all shallow and quick, “you should come on my fingers like I’ve been dreamin’ about all day. And then we’ll talk about cleaning up.”

He makes a compelling argument. Resigned, you let your head thunk back against the wall as he sinks to his knees, pulling your pants down your legs as he goes.

You’ve soaked through your underwear at this point, which might’ve been embarrassing except for the fact that Eddie’s told you before how much it gets him going, evident now by the outline of his hard cock straining against his jeans.

“All for me, princess?” he murmurs, face so close to your clothed core that you can feel his breath.

He gets like this sometimes, downright reverent, and you know any attempt you make to hide from him will just wind him up more, so you fight that instinct to balk as he parts your thighs with tender, worshipful hands, and instead whisper “Yeah, Eds. All for you.”

He hums in approval, nosing at the front of your panties, hooking his long, deft fingers into the sides of them before tugging them down your thighs and tossing them aside.

“There she is,” he croons, as if it’s just him and your pussy now. “Don’t cry for me, baby, I’m here now, gonna take care of you…”

You jolt forward into his grasp as he slides his middle finger against your sticky folds, your hands seeking purchase and ending up in the soft curls at the top of his head that didn’t make it to the bun at the nape of his neck.

“All day, I work over a hot griddle,” Eddie mutters as he hooks your knee over his shoulder. “I make shit wages and shittier tips,” he continues, monologuing, the smug son of a bitch, his breath fanning over your now-exposed core, one hand coming up to rest on the softness of your stomach, pinning you in place right where he wants you- “And you know what makes it all worth it, baby?”

He pauses just before his mouth makes contact with your pussy, flicking his gaze up to you to assess the damage he’s done so far, his pupils blown wide with lust, nearly eclipsing the soft brown of his irises. You’re panting now, in little fits and gasps, doing your best to be gentle with the weaved grasp you have on his hair.

“You,” he says, before closing the gap and sucking your clit into his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, back arching off the wall, seizing at his hair and unconsciously tugging his mouth tighter against you.

Eddie hums again, the vibrations sparking more pleasure against your throbbing clit. You could probably come from this stimulation alone but Eddie isn’t wasting any time, hungry for you to fall apart for him as he works one of his dextrous fingers into your dripping core.

You cry out wordlessly as he finds that spot with the pad of his finger, stroking against it, purling his tongue around your clit in tandem with the thrust of his hands, adding another finger as you clench around him.

He’s only been at it for a few minutes but you’re already dangerously close to the edge, lust burning and twisting in your stomach, your body shuddering in his hold.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” he’s saying into the juncture of your thigh, pleading- with you or your cunt, hard to say- as his hand on your stomach slips down, using the thumb of that hand to press your clit against your pubic bone, a filthy slick grind that has you whimpering expletives.

“Fuck, Eddie, fu-uck…”

One of your legs is still over his shoulder, thighs spasming with your impending orgasm, and from your higher vantage point you watch as Eddie’s hand that isn’t busy between your legs drops from the outside of your thigh to his own lap.

He grinds shamelessly into the heel of his hand, rutting his clothed cock into his palm, chasing his own high as he adds another finger into your clenching core, setting a brutal pace that matches the speed at which he’s moving against himself.

It’s this picture- Eddie, on his knees, mouth on your clit, touching himself- that is your undoing. Your orgasm is blinding, crashing through you like a wave, curling the top half of your body around Eddie’s head as you cradle his skull against your core.

By the sound of it, Eddie’s coming, too, moans buried into your cunt as he wrings out the last of your orgasm, the squelch of your walls cinched taut around his fingers.

You have to physically push his head away with the tips of your fingers to get him to ease up- you know he could easily go another two, three rounds before being satisfied but your limbs are going weak and trembly and you want him close, that rush of endorphins leaving you hazy.

And Eddie knows, instantly, ‘cuz he always does, so good at reading you. He lets your leg slip from his shoulder and stands to kiss you, the tangy taste of you on his lips.

“You’re so hot,” he says, thunking his foreheard against yours, holding you close. “I meant what I said, y’know- think about you all day. Gotta take trips to the walk-in freezer just to stop the boners.”

He looks overly pleased when you laugh, giddily, and soothes his hands up and down your bare arms.

“You gonna shower with me? Didn’t even getta see the girls,” he laments, dropping his gaze to the front of your shirt, rucked-up from his wandering hands but still very much on.

“Anything for you, chef,” you indulge, giggling again as Eddie gives a kiss each to the tops of your breasts.

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if you’re reading this PLEASE know my anons/requests are open I am in desperate need of more ST mutuals!!!

[watercolourcritters]

@garlicsoupweek Day 5!! A little bit more of a fucked up movie situation than a fucked up bed situation, but it's fine XD

Family Horror Movie Night becomes a tradition after the Garlic Soup gang find a new home together <3

[ID copied from alt text:

Digital fanart of Zheng, Archie, Jim, and Oluwande from OFMD, done in a cartoon style. They sit on a sofa together watching a movie. Zheng has her legs over one couch arm and her body leaned against Archie as she eats popcorn and looks skeptical. Archie, with a w-shaped smile, has her knees drawn up to her chest and looks happy. She holds one of Jim's hands. Jim, fast asleep drooling and snoring, leans against Oluwande with their head on his shoulder. Oluwande looks very scared and holds a bowl of popcorn tightly in his lap.

All four are wearing modern pajamas; Zheng wears a pink set, Archie wears a tanktop with orange pattern and teal pants, Jim wears a grey tank and orange boxers and socks matching Archie's shirt, and Oluwande wears a teal shirt that reads "100% Wife Material" and pants matching Archie's shirt.

Text reads: Zheng thinks the plot is bad and the gore unrealistic. Archie loves the gore and is living their best life. Jim fell asleep 20 minutes in. Oluwande is terrified. End ID.]

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 8- Dressed in all black

“Dressed in all black I’m giving the eulogy. R.I.P. to the kid that I used to be.” -Funeral by Neoni

Masterlist Part 7

It was a truth universally acknowledged that when one was a Gotham Vigilante, one was a paranoid Gotham Vigilante. 

So when one fine night the motion sensors of the Batcave rang shrilly in response to an intruder, needless to say it was well earned. 

Jason, dressed in sweatpants and a tanktop, was found in the medbay by a harried Nightwing only a few minutes later. The older man was harried and worn, but still sported a bright smile on his face when he spotted his younger brother. 

“Little Wing!” 

The missing man was half awake and grumbling something about warmth, but allowed Dick in his gear to hug him close. 

“Oh, Little Wing, where have you been?!” 

Jason grumbled again, but wrapped his arms around Dick and crushed his older brother to his chest. 

“Hi, Big Bird.” 

Oh, if that didn’t just make Dick cry ugly tears. It had been years since a tiny adorable Jason had looked up at him, an angry Robin with too many issues, and called him that title without sending a lance through Dick’s heart. 

Where had Jason gone? 

(Where had Jason’s anger gone?) 

Not that Dick was complaining or anything. Not at all, but good things rarely came without strings attached.   

(He had long since subscribed to the belief that his family was cursed.)

The Regent and the Phantom remained out far beyond their usual patrol time. 

Jazz and Danny had successfully entrusted Jason to the Bats’ care while he woke, leaving before they were spotted though having accidentally set off come sort of alarm with their clumsy movements. In their rush, Jazz had to leave using her portal which could’ve been spotted on camera, however blurry thanks to the ecto.

It was odd to be without their silent third roommate; Jazz had gotten so used to sharing her proto-core warmth with her bedmate whenever she slept, untangling her limbs whenever she woke for patrol or daily life became a refreshing constant she was going to miss, much to her embarrassment. 

(Several times she caught herself plotting how to throw herself into his path, just so she could get his arms around her again.)

(She was thirsting for the first time in her life and it was for a former dead guy.)

(Figures.)

Phantom cackled eerily as he let a gang banger slip from his grasp, the mortal terrified out of his mind. The pre-dawn light mixed messily with the ecto green of Phantom’s aura, casting an otherworldly effect over his surroundings- an average mortal would not be able to stand his presence for very long, which was useful to scare off any n’do’wells from sight. 

The Regent sighed, exhausted. It had been a long month, stacks of paperwork had been completed, sparing with Pandora before patrols and sorting through the files Technus had stripped from the GIW servers prior to their destruction. Whatever locations the tech ghost was able to pinpoint, he cheerfully sent to the former Team Phantom for further action. 

Whatever actions they took, the reports crossed her desk afterwards. Needless to say, Jazz had no objections to hunting the hunters- not when it was for the vengeance protection of a people wronged. 

“Phantom.” Regent activated her ecto-comm, an upgrade from the Fenton Phones without the horrible branding, and listened for her little brother’s comm link in response. 

“Yeah, Regent?” Danny returned with a tired emphasis on the title.

That had been the vigilante mantle Jazz took up with Danny returned to the nightlife as his spooky self, the general public unsure what to make of the two new meta vigilantes with varying abilities. 

Phantom had cheerfully informed some camera crew early one morning that being dead was a medical condition. 

(He’s not wrong.) 

They didn’t wear the bat across their chests, which made them unknown. Their abilities were varying and their motives for vigilantism in Gotham unclear which made them dangerous. 

(They were dangerous.) 

(Jazz was dangerous. The blood on her hands proved it well enough.) 

(Phantom might be a Spirit of Protection, but that didn’t mean he backed down from a fight, much less start them.)  

(He’s a King.) 

(He finishes them.) 

“Wrap it up, we’ve been out long enough. You’ve got school soon.”

Jazz ignored the patented younger sibling whine, before she continued in a softer tone, “You’ve been doing good, little brother, and I’m proud of you for it.” 

There was silence for a while as Jazz made her way towards her favorite alleyway, where her trophy still remained to her amusement, ready to fall into bed for a few hours before she had to get Danny up for school. 

(That is, if she was able to sleep without her bedmate leeching off her proto-core warmth.) 

“Thanks, sis.”

“Always, little brother.” 

Jazz knew she set her phone for seven am, just enough time for her to drink her dose of ecto and force feed Danny something that wasn’t just straight caffeine. It was a force of habit for it to be seven am, even though Jazz was no longer in school or had a job.

Years of experience caring for her brother made it so. 

Yet, as Jazz settled down into her soft sheets and warm blankets she knew she wasn’t going to have an easy time falling asleep despite how exhausted she was from the extended patrol. 

Her bed was too empty. There was no steadfast presence at her back as she slept, no fellow liminal or Once-Revenant to share her own warmth with, proto-core or not. 

Despite Danny being just a room across, Jazz had never felt more alone. 

Jason was having both a good morning and a terrible one. 

How that was possible, he wasn’t sure, yet here he was: in his old Manor bedroom, soft sheets pleasant on his rough skin, lack of pulsing green rage in his chest, bones aching from disuse, and muscles suffering mild atrophy thanks to him being in a coma for a whole fucking month. 

Lovely. 

Yes, Jason was very confused (and concerned) about that last bit, to the extent he was willing to stay in the Manor for longer than a meal and to say hi to Alfie. He wasn’t sure what had happened between the last Arkham breakout and Dickwing trying to kill him again by way of an octopus hug in the Batcave. 

He really only recalled the breakout alert on his phone, his chest hurting… some bits in between were fuzzy and Jason wasn’t really sure if he could truthfully say they happened. 

(Like the giant furry monster poking at his chest.) 

(Or the soothing warmth wrapped around him.) 

(The soft lips pressed to his own.) 

(The citrus burn in the back of his throat.) 

He didn’t recall words, per say, only emotions. 

Protect-worry-amusement. 

Worry-curiosity-embarrassment. 

It wasn’t weird to believe that he wanted the simplicity of just sensing what people meant, rather than trying to deduce if they were lying or not. Jason’s patience for that had grown shorter and shorter over the years. 

It was weird to believe he wanted it back. He wanted that warmth back in his arms, to feel safe again, cared for… to know he had nothing to worry about while in that embrace. Someone had taken care of him while he was missing and he was going to find them… and he wasn’t sure if he ever wanted to let them go. 

A/N:

Poor Jazz can't catch a break with her love interests. :(

And Danny is out here just living his best Afterlife, waiting for the Bats to do something with the ghost files.

Yes, Jazz inherited the Fenton naming tendency too. Just took the title she has among the Realms and uses it as a vigilante name.

Danny is returning as Phantom, naturally.

Huh, wonder if this will have any consequences? nah.

Part 9

[libras-interactives]

I have two questions about the utdm gang, mostly just for fun. How would they dress in the modern age and what would their ideal day off look like?

Marius:

Dresses very well (when he can afford it...), clothes are always clean and hair always done even if his apartment is shit lol. In modern times he'd stand out bc he'd wear "old fashioned" 1920s dandy styles, or clothes "meant for women" like crop tops and cute shorts, and bright colors.

Ideal day off in both modern and 20's is going out to eat and dance with friends. You could convince him to stay in, but he'd still want to do something engaging and invite lots of people over. It's actually nice when he gets a boyfriend bc then hes out on dates all the time instead of bugging the far more introverted Jack and Eveline.

Jack:

Already has no sense of fashion lmao,,, doesnt change much in modern times. Jeans, work boots and a tanktop. Maybe a button down or flannel if he's gotta look nice. Denim overalls if he's gotta work, a baseball cap he got for free at a feed store to keep the sun outta his eyes. Owns more work clothes than "regular" clothes for sure, and knows how to mend them.

A day off where you actually got Jack to relax: walking in a nice nature reserve or forest with no people, or a friend or two. Maybe some fishin', and grilling said fish in the evening with some friends over a fire. Going to sleep actually at peace and content with himself. God bless.

Lottie:

Wears whatever's on trend at the time, albeit with her own spin. She can look good in basically anything, would def be one of those fashion insta girlies. An ideal day off would be a nice spa day followed by shopping or a night out with her best friends. They could be doing anything - restaurant, dancing, a horror movie marathon.

Eveline:

Likes thrifting (and antiqueing in general), and prefers to alter and sew her own clothes. She's very opinionated against fast fashion haha. She'd be the one buying handmade jewelry at festivals. An ideal day off would be some restful fucking sleep with no one interrupting her enjoying a quiet morning at a cafe, browsing an antique shop or little bookstore, and going home to cook something while listening to a podcast/radioshow. Marius can come over and bring his friends if they do the dishes afterward lol.

Little Lottie:

Buying clothing for LL is an Endeavor (tm) bc of her sensory sensitivities and the fact like, trying on clothes in Walmart or Old Navy would be an awful experience for her. Also, when she likes an outfit, she doesn't want to wear anything else. So when they find a favorite thing, Lottie buys like three or five of them in increasingly larger sizes so LL can still have that specific shirt or dress when she gets bigger. She'll wear her halloween costume for months if she loves it.

Little Lottie's ideal "day off" in modern is much the same as it would be in canon; she wants a warm, secure home with no sudden noises or women shouting or strange men coming and going. She'd want to have space to lay out her legos and books and stuffed animals, and not be bothered or interrupted, but not alone - she wants to look up and see Lottie or MC close by in case she needs them. And when she's done playing she wants to go to their side for a snack and juice and be read to.

(Playing outside would be fun too, but parks and zoos are overwhelming and have lots of people - so a big backyard with a sandbox would be like, perfect)

Slyvester:

Still dresses like he's in the 50's; he is not that old in the modern times, he's just stuffy and overly fastidious. At least he doesn't wear a hat and jacket all the time. Supposedly, there's photo evidence of him in a hawaiian shirt and sandals with socks in the myriads of family photo albums his wife keeps.

As for a day off - lord this man needs it - he has a list of places his wife Viviana wants to go, anywhere from museum exhibits to weird performative art installments to a tiny hole in the wall Greek place she heard about 4 years ago to the local Renfaire. In modern times it'd be much easier for her to get about with a wheelchair, so they can go out more. They're more restricted in the 1920s, but they try to make it work whenever Slyvester's off for a few days. Alas, big shocker, Flynn doesn't allow many of those.

Lightning bonus round Malwina is a normal happy teenager who likes going to ☆spooky☆ dead malls and doing tiktok dances with her friends and little sisters. Máire never left Ireland, is the reluctant mom-friend to her coworkers at the lesbian bar, and is v active in the Dublin punk & queer community. And is properly divorced LOL.

[resi4skz]

Title: The Runway (part 1)

I's finally here! This will be in multiple parts!

Pairings: gang leader!chan x fem!reader

Synopsis: you run into the famous boxer gang leader as you're running away from your crazy ex. But what happens when you find your way into the leader's icy cold heart?

Warnings: blood, gore, swearing, smut, slight fluff, interrogation, fighting.

You know when you see a person and you just know they're there for a reason? Even if you're running away from your ex chasing you, who's out to have your blood on his hands? You run and run and run till your feet have sores underneath your feet. But he always finds you. He always knows where you work and where your apartment is. You have tried every way to stay away from him, or hide.

As you turn around a corner of a silent street, you frantically search for someone, anyone, to help you. If they help you. You know he's right behind you, on your tail. So you scream. You scream till your chest hurt. You glance back while running and collide with a firm body. You blink as the person turns around, his shoulders wide and his sharp jawline that would cut through anything that comes in its way.

You have hope. The only hope that might save you from living a life in constant hell. "Please." You plead. "Help me."

"Y/N, there you are."

You gasp as you turn around. No. He can't be here. "Thanks for finding her for me you guys," your ex, putting on an act walks towards you and grabs your arm. "Let's go." Guys?!You glance back and finally see a bunch of guys standing behind the one you collided with.

"No!" You shout. "Let go!" You try with all your might to free your hand from the monster when his hand gets yanked off your arm. You blink in surprise as the guy you collided with is standing in front of you.

"She said no," the guy says, the hint of a heavy Australian accent in his voice.

"Buddy, she's my girlfriend. We just had a fight," your ex, John says. "Now, come on, Y/N. Lets go." He goes to grab your hand again but he's pushed by another.

"The woman said no, you dimwit," the guy with the biggest arms you have ever seen stands beside the aussie.

"Oh, come on you guys. I'm her boyfriend," John says.

"You're no boyfriend of mine," you spat out.

John laughs. "Oh come on, babe. You know you like this dick so why don't you come on down and we can go back to my place and," he glances around at the men standing behind and in front of you. "We can have a little fun of our own." He then lunges at you, trying to grab your arm but the man in front of you grabs John's arm. Hard. Hard enough to make John yelp in pain.

"Channie hyung," one calls out who you notice has blonde long hair for a man. "We can't be seen here causing a scene." But the voice on him for such a small person? You make a mental note to ask him how low his voice goes.

"He's right, hyung," another calls out but this it's a pink hair man with long legs. It appears to you that he's the tallest of the group.

The man in front of you, Channie, snarls at John before letting go of his arm. "Leave before I make a fool out of you."

"Y/N." John says, holding his arm in pain.

"I said leave!" Channie growls, making John jump. "Don't make me say it the third time."

John then take another glance at you before scrambling away. Channie then turns around, facing you. He was wearing a black tanktop with black sweats. The tattooes displayed over his buldging arm muscles had nothing over his face. The sharp jawline, the bratz lips, the pierced nose, black hair slicked back and then his eyes. Brown boba eyes that you find yourself getting lost in them. "You alright?"

You visbly gulp, putting arms around yourself. "Yes, thank you." After a beat, you feel something warm around your shoulders so you look up to see him wrapping a coat around you.

"Do you have a place to stay?" He asked.

Honestly, you did have a place to stay. A place you once called home but John had ruined it for you. You nod. "Yes, but John knows where I live. He knows where my apartment is."

"Does anyone else live with you?"

"No."

He turns his head at one of his henchmen. "Leeknow, find out where this guy works and lives. And find out who he meets daily."

"Right away, hyungnim," Leeknow replied, the one with silver grey hair. He quickly leaves till you can't see him anymore.

"Felix and Changbin, you're on guard duty."

The one with big arms and the blonde hair guy lightly bow before walking away. This left 3 of the men and you wondered if they would get orders too. "Hyunjin-"

"Why are you helping me?"

Chan turns and looks at you. "Because you need my help."

"But-"

"You asked, right?"

You blink but nod.

"Then let me help you."

You didn't know what it was but you felt safe with him. It was the way the put the coat over you snd the way he made John leave. The way he ordered his henchmen. Just for you? "And new clothes and shoes. And anything else you think she might need," he told the red hair guy who you learn the name is Hyunjin.

Then he turns to you. But you ask, "Who are you?"

"My name is Chris Bang. But people call me Chan or Channie."

Then it dawns on you. This is the famous boxer gang called The Venom. "You're...you're-"

He chuckles, showing his perfect teeth. And dimples. The dimples did something to your heart but you shook the feeling away. "Not the first impression you were hoping for?"

"No, actually-" sudden sharp pain shoots right through your ribs making you hiss in pain as you place your arm across your torso. A warm arm goes around your back, holding you in place.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I just," you take a breath, "I need to sit down."

He looks at you, as if surveying you. "Y/N."

Your name coming from his mouth sent a shiver down your spine. "Yes?"

"Did he hit you?"

You freeze, you body suddenly turned cold. Your eyes meet his. And it was the answer he was looking for. "Fucking damnit!"

You jump at his suddent outburst. "Han." A man with purple hair with cheeks like a squirrel came into view. "If he pulls anything, I give you my full permission to beat the crap out of him."

Han cracks his knuckles with a smirk on his face. "On it, boss," he says before turning around and leaving.

"Where are they going?" You ask.

"Taking care of business."

---

Chan opens the door to what looks like his house. It was huge! You couldn't stop looking at the paintings on every wall and some pictures of the whole gang. "Alright, let's get your wounds cleaned." He makes you sit down on a chair in the kitchen, which by the way, again, was huge. Bigger than your own actually.

"Do you all live together?" You ask as you watch him rummage around the clean kitchen.

"Yes," he replies as he gets ice from the fridge. "It's a big house just for me to handle. Plus, they're my family."

You watch as he approaches you and places the ice bag on your hand. You hiss, not even knowing you had a bruise there. But now that you look at it, it's all blue. Fuck. You know that's not going to go away that easily.

"Why was he chasing you?"

You blink at the question. "Because for the past 3 years, I've been trying to get away from him. But he always finds me."

"What do you mean by 'always'?" He asked, sitting down across from you as he opened a first aid box.

"He always finds out where I live and work and who I'm friends with. He's always waiting for me outside work. No matter how many times I tell him to leave me alone, he takes it out on me."

"What?" He stops and looks at you. "And you didn't tell the cops?!"

"They're no help. After the first few times, they told me to not waste their time so I stopped."

"That still doesn't give him to right to hit you." He takes the ice bag off and inspects your hand. "Can you try to make a fist?"

You start to clench your hand into a fist but hiss and close your eyes in pain. "I can't. It hurts."

"As I suspected. It seems like you really sprained your hand muscles, very badly." He then starts wrapping your hand, securing it. "This should help keep your hand in place."

"Thank you."

He closes the box, he finally looks at you. "You hungry?"

"Uh." You would be lying if you refused.

He chuckles. "Don't worry. I'm not going to poison the food," he says as he walked to the fridge. "I do make a very good steak, if you're up for it."

"Uh-sure," you replied and almost drooled.

You watch as he moves around in the kitchen. It was like second nature for him to be in such environment. You were mesmorized by him. Not only was he the leader of The Venom, he was now making you food. The girl who no one cared about. The girl who was always laughed at. You were chubbier than some girls so not a lot of clothes fit you. And your ex, John, would remind you everyday how he wanted a girl who can meet his needs in every aspect of his life, especially sexual needs.

A plate of warm steak with mashed potatoes was set in front of you. You look up to see him smiling. "Eat," he said. Or rather ordered. And you wasted no time and dug in the food. You almost groaned out loud at how good the steak tasted. "Good?"

You could only nod, with your mouth full. Halfway through the meal, you look up to find him on the phone, standing by the window. From your point of view, he looked very ethreal. You always heard about this gang from your colleagues and how scary the leader was. But he wasn't. He cooked you food. A steak at that.

"Alright, keep me posted, Hyunjin." You hear him say before hanging up and turning around. You go back to eating. "So, your ex, John. Was he involved in any sort of...bad people?"

You shake your head. "Why?"

"Huh." That's all he said before he looked at his phone again when it buzzed in his hand. "Well, at least your things will be here soon."

"My things?" You blink looking up.

"Seungmin and Jeongin will be here tomorrow with everything," he says.

"Wait, I'm going to live here?" You asked. "What about my apartment?"

He smiles as he leans down to your eye level. "You really are innocent, little bean."

Little bean? Why did you suddenly liked that nickname?

"Come. Let me show you where the bedroom is."

He leads you upstairs, down a long hallway and into a room filled with darkness. From black bedsheetsz to black curtains to black everything. Jesus, whoever slept here didn't enjoy life. "There are clothes in the closet for you to change if you want. There's hot water running all the time if you want to take a bath or shower. Everything you need is in the bathroom and closet."

"Would I be moving in here then?" You asked, observing the dresser with the cologne bottles sitting on top.

"Uh no. Tomorrow, I'll have the maids to clean the guest room for you."

"Wait," you turn around. "This isn't the guest room."

"What made you think my room is the guest room?"

His room? This was his room?! Panic starts to build inside of you but him walking over to you stopped your overthinking. "Sleep. You need it."

Without protesting, you change clothes after he leaves. All the clothes smelled like him. Vanilla. Tabacco. But something about the scent made you feel at ease. Wearing just a shirt of his as it was big enough for your small frame, you snuggle into the bed sheets. And lord, this was heaven. With his bed sheets smelling like him, you close your eyes hoping for a better tomorrow.

[mossygrove6949]

mystreet oc stuff because i am the cringe and the cringe is me his name is maverick because most of my ocs are named moss when i can get away with it however im not sure i can here (maybe as a nickname?) bro became aarons friend in highschool by force (he just started talking to aaron in classes and eating lunch with him and aaron just never stopped him) he admired the hell out of aaron in highschool for being the only human hes ever seen actually fight a werewolf and win after the gang finds out aaron is a wolf maverick admires him more for being able to hide it for so long after emerald secret maverick resents aphmau just a bit hes not like a dick about it and hes trying to work on it but seeing your friend nearly kill your bestfriend mind controlled or not is very fucked up and none of these bitches healed well from that

hes trans but dont really think it would be like talked about talked about but like i like the idea that during love love paradise he has a tanktop/shirt on always and then during starlight he has an open hawaiian shirt and is showing off his top surgery scars :) in highschool maverick probably hung out with aphmau a bit and definitely had to explain to aph's mom she didnt have to worry about him his closest friends aside from aaron are probaby kc and zane

him and aph have definitely had talks about aaron especially about his heath (mental or otherwise) he definitely would punch a bitch for aph solely on aarons behalf tbh if he was a cannon character it would be a running joke that he is always a third wheel without realizing it

aroace and confused as hell aaron taught him how to cook but he helps kc bake a lot too learned how to play the guitar because of aaron ill probably reblog this post with more/ art as i continue to binge the series

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique: Weapon XXX-23

Canada, the great white north, a vast wide little land consisting of regions such as Toronto, Ottawa and Quebec. Currently within the serene wildness of the Canadian rockies, our resident Red Riot and his cotton candy link Alien Queen were having themselves a little camping trip. Nothing said summer fan like gong hiking around a different country as the sturdy and acidic pair were busy setting up shop. Mina busy prepping the picnic spot and gathering up some kindling for a campfire, that is when she wasn’t busy stealing some glances at her man.

Sensually biting her lip as his tanktop did a grand job showing off that pair of gun shows he called his arms. If there was a vet around,she’d have to call about some “sick pythons”, that was for sure, his biceps and biceps pumped and flexed from all that effort and goddamn was it making her thirsty as all fuck. Rubbing her thighs together as she tried to keep her dirty thoughts at bay, at least until they'd finished setting up camp. Pouting adorably as she thought of how lonely she and Kirishima felt without the third wheel of their tricycle.

Mina:"It's still such a bummer Maya couldn't join us on this trip. I mean granted not often she gets to visit home..."*The cotton candy bombshell quipped as she was still feeling a bit incomplete without their shared girlfriend. Maya of course was indeed spending a week or two in her home of Jagua del Toro which did remind Mina of one thing. They definitely had to go their for sure, she just knew that place wasn't just famous for its beaches, but especially the babes. The kind of babes she and Maya knew would get their Riot all nice and riled up....*

Kirishima:"Ah it is what it is, sometimes but hey next time around we might go with her there, right?"*The sturdy hero quipped in response as he continued nearing completion of the tent. Missing the erotic leer Mina shot his way as she began making her way towards him, lust glowing in her golden racoon eyes. Who could blame her when her man was looking so delicious and fuckable, those firm muscles of his in motion as he worked away on setting up their camp. She had to think it wasn't all bad given she and Kirishima could fuck as much as they wanted, loud as they wanted without anyone to bother them but the critters of nature.*

Any further personal musings of thought or conversation dirty or otherwise when they heard some very loud sounds incoming from nearby their way. Sounds of a very telltale nature that implied combat and conflict of a struggle that was very intense. Being of heroic personality of course the red and pink duo knew they had to intervene and go see what the situation was and just their luck that had to be quite a doozy. Upon investigation of course that wound up being proven to be quite the understatement.

But of course how often were you to likely run into some petite but well toned feisty but fierce girl clad in leather swinging pair of duel bladed claws in her hands like a wild animal. Small wonder she was fighting of course given she was going up against a group of misfits from the infamous Brotherhood, one of the most notorious quirk supremacist gangs around. Suffice to say that what was followed was an intense battle to say the least but numbers weren’t a problem when You had a duo like Pinky and Red Riot backing you up. Oh come on, you really think I’m gonna go into details about how the battle went?

Yeah I thought so, we all know what you’re all really here for so let’s get this show on the road, shall we? After the ragtag renegade band of villains were rounded up followed by some questions and statements with local law enforcement, the red and pink duo were soo back in their camp now with the added company of their new friend they'd saved. A young girl by the name of X-23, or Laura as she found most preferred to call her and to say her lifestory was complex and tragic was an understatement. But she wasn't one to dwell on the past, least compared to how she was then compared to now though it could be hard to tell with how calm, composed and stoic she was.

But she proved to be willing to try and socialise and it helped that Kirishima and Mina had a natural friendliness and affability about them that made them easy to like. Laura certainly had to say mina's peppy motor mouth and spunkiness rather reminded her of Jubilee in a way as the trio enjoyed some small talk and a little bit of the natural tranquillity and serenity of nature of course. Soon of course dusk began to make itself known as the Canadian wilderness became bathed in the fading light and shade of the setting sun as the trio enjoyed a little peace and quiet and making some s'mores around the campfire before Kirishima and Mina decided to call it a night but not before offering to set up a spare tent for Laura to enjoy some privacy as well as peace and quiet. Leaving her be to enjoy the campire while it lasted as they ducked into their own tent a few feet away.

Laura of course wasn't clueless or naive as she seemed to the duo and what they were really up to at this very moment. Her enhanced senses could pick up the sounds and scents of what was going on so close yet so far from her in their tent. The slapping of skin on skin, the clapping of asscheeks as Mina struggled to keep her volume down against the relentless assault of pleasure coming from her boyfriend as he danced the oldest dance known to men and woman with her sexy pink self. It was, quite frankly, intoxicating for the young woman as she felt leather clad thighs becoming soaked with sticky nectar flowing from her quivering pussy.

Oh she certainly appreciated their civility and politeness in not wanting to disturb or offend her with their passion and desire but if anything it made her curios. Despite how cool, calm and stoic she seemed, internally was a different story as she felt that innate primal beast within her stirring. The beast within that desired to mate and breed, sensing the presence of a strong, worthy alpha male, an instinct she felt the moment she'd laid eyes on Kirishima and his feats of strength and power from when he and Mina had helped her out earlier today. Hence she saw no lack of logic in her next set of moves to make as she got up from her seat by the weakening campfire and made her way over the lovers' tent.

The closer she got, the more intense the sounds and scents of their erotic mating hit her senses turning her on something fierce, a glowing red blush on her face as she silently panted with husky desire, eyes glowing with rising lust as she approached the tent. Kneeling down as she stealthily, slowly unzipped the entry way and peeked inside to find quite the delightful show happening before her. The sight of Mina mounted atop her chivalrous Himbo cowgirl style as she bounced her bubbly cotton candy pink booty on that shaft of his. Which she could gleam had to have quite the length and girth on it if the rising bump in Mina's stomach was anything to go by, the alien queen sensually biting her lip, perky pink titties bouncing as she caressed her man's washboard abs while he held her hips firmly.

Eijiro of course hadn't yet noticed their sudden voyeur but Mina's lust hazed golden eyes did, sending her a secret sensual smile Laura's way. The goth-like Wolverine clone knowing enough body language to know Mina wasn't just asking if she was enjoying this show but inviting her to join. After all why watch when it'd be better to share the fun together? Laura of course got the hint easily enough as to Mina’s delight, she began to strip down until she was naked as the day she was born.

Kirishima of course was none the wiser until he suddenly found his view of Mina bouncing on his Lil’ Riot suddenly obscured by Laura straddling his face as she sat and parked her toned perky ass atop it. Grinding and rubbing her slit before she let out soft gasps and moans as she felt his tongue respond to lick and lap away at her flowing nectar. Mina's sensual smile widening as she continued to bounce away on her lover's cock, leaning forward to press her lip's to their new sex friend's own. Tongues dancing together in their growing bond of intimacy as the girl most knew as X-23 expressed her gratitude in a way that felt fun and natural for her.

The campfire had long since gone out but the fires of passion in this threesome only continued to burn bright well long into the night as moans and the primal rhythm of skin on skin filled the wild Canadian air. The tent a tangle of limbs shifting and dancing through a variety of positions and combinations of 2 on one to one on one as one third of the kinky group would catch their breaths. Laura or Mina eating one another out as the hard-headed redhead pounded them doggy style or in missionary to Mina fingering herself with erotic delight as she looked on at the female Wolverine getting it deep and hard in a mating press. Laura was clearly no virgin by any stretch but hotdamn if it wasn't clear she hadn't been with someone on the level that Kirishima and his Alien Queen were at, and this was without their resident blue shapeshifting bombshell girlfriend!!

Naturally Mina was making plans to send Maya the details of this illicit little encounter with their lovely new friend, that is once they woke up in the morning of course. Right at the moment was about feeling as good as they possibly can, as Laura herself now watched on as she recovered her stamina. Probing her pussy with her fingers as she looked on at Mina getting it deep and hard while that flexible bubblegum pink bombshell body of hers was held by Kirishima in a full nelson as he knelt on the tent ground. Grunting and groaning as Mina was rocked with orgasms which only skyrocketed as she soon found Laura licking away at their conjoined loins, lust glowing in those cool eyes of hers. Which the horned girl of course found so damn hot....

By the time this little threesome had finally finished, dawn was kicking in as it bathed the wilderness in the radiant glow of sunrise's light. The tent warmly glowing adding to the afterglow shared by the 3 as Laura laid draped atop Kirishima while Mina spooned and hugged her boyfriend's side. Their bodies glistening with sweat and spent juices as Laura held a soft, rare little smile on her face, thinking to herself she needed more than just the one night. Reminding herself that she had come out looking to find herself spiritually and now she was thinking maybe she might be able to do that if she transferred to Japan, especially once she learned which campus Kirishima and Mina went to.

Not long after this unexpected acquaintanceship encounter in Canada, Laura's well known, imfamous father had his clone daughtered texting with enquiries about arranging a transfer or entry into an exchange program for hero schools in Japan. While Maya found herself getting a delightful surprise in the form of a few texts and videos, especially of the sexy variety from her fave Pinky and definitely liking what she saw. Reminding herself she should definitely get a few of her gal pals in Jagua to come meet her girlfriend and especially their boyfriend and ooh some gals in Japan should definitelt come to her little home paradise. The beaches were hot but the dudes and bitches were hotter!!

Sometimes it wasn't easy being a student for a hero school, especially when yours was the generation that had to deal with quirk erasing yakuza bosses, a quirk hoarder with a demon god complex and a nihilistic hand-freak among other things. But other times it made for quite the love life when you found romance especially when going camping somewhere like in some woods in Canada made you get lucky. Yeah a mouthful I know but hey, you know what they say. How sweet it is....

[alexglitches]

Glacies being invited by Epel at Harveston's Kelkkarotu event and Glacies casually taking all of their pokemon and then the villagers and the NRC gang see Kyurem casually rolling around in the snow like a canine pokemon playing in the snow for the first time. Or Articuno just casually taking naps on an ice perch made from Icebeam. Some of this biker twin's other Pokémon playing in the snow or building an ice and snow castle as a playground while Glacies just has fun making snow angels. How funny would it be if Glacies has an inhuman resistance against the cold and is walking around in a tanktop, the Twins' iconic leather biker jacket, and jeans and some boots while Ignis looks like a ball wearing several coats and other cold-weather gear to avoid die from hypothermia (This just doesn't happen because Moltres made a nest and has their trainer under their body like an egg being hatched).

EVERYONE OUT HERE CHILLING AND HARVESTING APPLE N SHIT THEN HERE COMES ALONG A BIKER TEEN WITH THEIR GODS READY TO TAKE ON THE KELKKAROTU

everyone is in awe of Glacies inhuman resistance, but the comparison between them and Ignis is actually hilarious

Ignis: literally— literally how?

Glacies: I’m just that hot 😌✨💅

[sass-squat]

Do the Avians stick to their main outfits or do they mix it up? What are their cozy/relaxing clothes?

Excellent question my friend! I would say that for the most part all the Links generally just stick to their usual outfits. This is mainly because the chain is almost always traveling/on the road and their "canon" outfits are much more suited for adventuring then any other alternatives. However, their "everyday" clothes have been modified to have slits in the back to allow for their wings to slip through while still not compromising the integrity of their armor/chainmail underneath. In other words, there aren't really any major changes to their main outfits aside from having thin holes in the back to make room for their wings.

As for the Links cozy/relaxing clothes? They all have their own interpretations of what cozy or relaxing means for them, so I'm just going to group them into 3 general categories that I think they would be in.

Shirtless Gang:

Time - Listen, Time walks around in a suit of armor all the time so pretty much anything else could be considered cozy/relaxing clothes compared to that.🤣 But this man has some MASSIVE wings so I believe that he enjoys clothes that give him the chance to free them and let them breathe easier. Because of this, I would say his standard for "comfortable" would probably either be just a loose tunic or just some regular pants and no shirt.

Twilight - Like Time, this man works on a ranch and likes to wrestle Gorons for fun. Because of this, and definitely not because I'm a simp I believe he's very accustomed to working shirtless and so his definition of "cozy" clothes is honestly just sitting around shirtless in some comfy pants.

Warriors - I don't even have a proper justification for why I believe this man walks around shirtless I just feel it in my soul. He's a very very pretty man and I'm selfish and a simp and I want to see him shirtless. But in all seriousness, Warriors wears a LOT of layers all the time so I just want him to be able to take some off and relax a little bit.

Sweatpants/Pajamas Squad:

Sky - Look me in the eye and tell me that this man wouldn't wear cozy clothes like pajamas and the Zelda equivalent of a hoodie and sweatpants. Sky just gives off such warm, SUNny (pun intended) vibes and I believe he deserves cozy clothes that match that same energy.

Hyrule - This boy deserves all the love in the world and if I could give him the equivalent of a snuggie hoodie I would. Plus I can just 100% see him doing that thing where he forces Legend or Wind or just another member of the chain to share the same hoodie with him.🤣 He is basically the walking equivalent of the, "Get Along Shirt" meme and I will die on this hill.

Wind - There's literally an option in Wind Waker for him to be able to go through his entire adventure in basically his pajamas and for that reason I believe his cozy clothes are just a casual long sleeved shirt and pants. He also just seems like the kind of guy that can and would kill a grown man while in his pajamas and I love that for him.

Shorts/Tanktop Team:

Legend - Legend gives off baggy shirt and shorts vibes. I know he doesn't wear pants but listen...shorts don't count as pants. Give this boy his t-shirt and boxers combination please.

Wild - Wild could honestly fit in any one of these categories because he seems pretty easy to please when it comes to clothing. However, when it comes to relaxing I believe he prefers a casual tanktop and shorts combination because it allows his wings and feathers to breathe while still covering some of his many scars.

Four - Listen, Four is a pretty practical kind of guy so I think he really appreciates the mobility and freedom that a simple tanktop and shorts provide. Plus, I feel like whenever he has the chance he likes to run and crawl around talking to the Minish/Picori and shorts and a tanktop aren't as easy to get grass stains on.

Anyways I hope this answered your questions friend! As always, these are my personal interpretations but feel free to tell me what ideas you have for all the boys! Thank you again for you question!

[htchnr]

★ stupid sweet spot ❥ P. GAGE.

➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ buy me a coffee!

CW ➥ slight OOC Gage ⋆ nightmares ⋆ mention of a knife ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

PAIRING ➥ fem! ex raider! sole survivor x Gage.

WC ➥ 0,6K. SONG ➥ chocolate and mint, duster.

SUMMARY ➥ he doesn't know when he got this soft and sappy, maybe it all started with the nightmares, maybe it's the shared trauma from an old raider gang the two of you happened to be in together years and years ago. he'll never know.

★ - © 2023 HTCHNR. do not copy, share or translate my work to this platform, or any other! - ★

you gasp, shooting upright from the hard mattress under you. your chest raising and falling rapidly, your eyes dart across the room in a panic. tears pour from your eyes as you clasp a hand across your mouth, desperately trying to muffle the sobs coming from you.

a large rough hand finds it's way to your lower back, and you practically jump from the contact. your hand shoots towards your pillow, aiming for the knife you keep under there. but a second, similar hand grabs your wrist. "hey it's me, it's okay." a deep raspy voice sounds from beside you, pulling you out of your drowning thoughts.

your blurry eyes meet Gage's, and you can see the ache in them. "doll face it's okay, i promise you." he assures you, holding your face between his large hands. his eyes are locked onto yours, his face painfully softened and has an almost hurt look in his eyes. he hates to see you like this; distressed and disoriented from the nightmares which have become frequent.

your lips part, and Gage can see something break in your eyes. "Gage..." you croak out, your voice barely able to speak.

"it's alright. i'm here, i'm right here with you." his thumbs stroke reassuring circles onto your cheekbones.

you let out a sob, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his chest. he raises one of his hands up to the back of your head, tucking your face into the crook of his neck as he holds you. you and Gage stay like that for a while, until he's sure you're grounded.

he doesn't know when he got this soft and sappy, maybe it all started with the nightmares, maybe it's the shared trauma from an old raider gang the two of you happened to be in together years and years ago. he'll never know.

he places a firm kiss to your head and leans back against the shitty pillows, holding you firmly against his chest. as your breathing slows, Gage knows that your close to falling asleep again. he raises the blanket around you, tucking it in around your neck. you nuzzle closer to Gage, your hand fisting his ribbed tanktop. he rests his head atop yours and closes his eyes.

"i think i love you.." you mutter, just before falling asleep, firmly held in his arms.

Gage lips quirk up sleepily. "i know doll, i know."

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

Acele - "It was too dark." She shakes her head. "I couldn't tell exactly."

Drama - C'mon. She obviously could. She already went into detail.

You - "C'mon, quit stalling on me. What did he look like?"

Acele - "He looked like a banger, okay? He was all muscular and stuff. Had a mesh tanktop. I know it sounds ridiculous, but that only made it scarier, in a way..."

Kim Kitsuragi - "A crab *and* a banger?" The lieutenant raises an eyebrow.

[stxrmylxve]

so based on the poll, legit everyone got a voting… so for this first part, im doing smut for the top four. If this does get popular, I will do the others in part 2 (hanma, sanzu, timeskip!takemichi, draken, bonten!mikey). Enjoy~

Notes: hair pulling, riding, boners lol, nipple pinching, fingering, sex ofc, fem!y/n

𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓅!𝓂𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓎 (changed him to be in the tokyo manji gang instead of a serial killer lol)

He tapped his foot on the ground, gazing off into the abyss and ignoring Baji completely. The presentation continued, and only when Draken tapped him on the shoulder was when he realised everyone but him and draken had already left.

“You alright Mikey?” draken asks as he sets his coffee on the table in front of the man and leans against the side with a curious glance.

“No, just bored. You know that I don’t like financial stuff, don’t get it at all.” he shrugs as he stands up and gathers his things.

“You made us huge, Mikey. We’re bound to have financials, we’re one of the biggest in Tokyo now due to your popularity recently.” draken deadpans as he sets the bag of dorayaki on the table and waves goodbye, walking the opposite direction elsewhere in the building.

Manjiro couldn’t help but smile as he picked up the bag and takes his things, taking it all to his quiet office to work there. Once in his office, he was overly energized and began to work, flying through his files and finishing 3 hours earlier than normal.

He basically floated home, excited to get home and relax for the first time in.. well, a while. After all, he missed spending quality time with you. His dark locks flew in the wind as he roamed around him bag for his keys, grinning when he found them and unlocked the door.

He took his shoes off and placed his bag at the door, grabbing the crumpled bag of dorayaki and following the scent of cooking food to the kitchen. There stood you, his beautiful wife, in an apron, a tanktop, and very short shorts.

Your headphones were in so you had not heard him come in, that was, until the bag of dorayaki fell to the ground with a thud and his eyes locked on your open body.

“Oh, welcome home, ‘jiro.” you say with a smile as you turn off your music and take off your headphones, placing them on the counter and walkng over to him with open arms. You took him into your embrace, yet he seemed stiff.

“Why are you so stiff-“ you mutter, but you were immediately met with why; he was beet red and was completely bricked up in his pants.

He looked the other way with a quivering lip as you giggled and ran a gentle hand from his shoulders down his arms.

“Like what you see? Or do you.. want to see more, perhaps?” you coo as his eyes widen and he turns back to you.

“Well- uhm..” he mutters, at a loss for words at your sudden change of demeanor.

“You were practically undressing me with your eyes, why don’t you do it with your hands now, hmm?” you say as you teasingly rub over his restricted dick and turn away, shutting off the stove and placing his dorayaki on the counter, walking to the bedroom with a smile as you heard him stumbling after you.

You had him on a leash tonight.

By the time he got to the room, you were already out of your apron and in only your bra and panties, not to mention that they were a laced matching set. Just by the sight of you, something lit under him that drove his insane, and all he wanted to do was ruin you all night, over and over and over again.

He tore off his clothes and tore off yours, all to quick for you to understand what was happening until he was already inside of you and was fondling your breasts.

“Woah- m-mikey, calm down-“ you mutter as you gaze up at his face. Something in his eyes had changed; the glint of curiosity had shifted to pure lust and mischief, something you never saw often.

He squeezed your nipple, rolling around in his rough finger pads as you squeaked and whined. As much as you hated to admit it, it wad a turn on for you, you had just never told him.

“‘jiro.. please..” you moan out as his ears perked up, retreating his hands from your boobs to your waist as he used both hands to tilt your pelvis up and drilled into you.

Your moans and his occasional grunts filled the once quiet room as he slammed into you, continuously hitting the same spot over and over that had you seeing stars.

“You like that? Yeah? Like the bitch in heat you are.” he spits as he angles you again, hitting somehow even deeper than before that pulled heavely sounds out of you and your body.

The lewd slapping of your connected bodies eventually stilled as you squirted on his cock, his ruthless actions and words finally getting to you.

“Yeah that’s right, cream on this dick.”

𝐵𝒶𝒿𝒾

"Huh?! How'd you get past me?!" baji yells as chifuyu races past him in mario kart, ryusei exploding in laughter as chifuyu places first, him second, and baji last place.

"H-He's just good." ryusei says as he tries to catch his breath, a wrestling match uprising as baji finds that comment unfair.

"Baji, stop. I'm on the phone." you say as you mutter a few words into the phone, shooting a glare at him before walking away laughing.

"Woah, who's that baji?" ryusei says as he glances up at baji frozen on top of him, beet red with his mouth open.

He had never seen your hair completely down, it was always up in a rough bun or a ponytail. But seeing you with your hair down made him freeze up, even though he usually had his own hair down.

"Uhm.. y/n uh.." he stumbles on his words as he places a hand over his mouth. Why the fuck did he get hard from that?

"Chifuyu, we better go, otherwise we might be listening to a whole porn plot soon." ryusei teases as he pushes baji off of him and grabs his blanket, throwing it over his shoulder with a grin as he climbs out the window with chifuyu, baji yelling behind him slurs.

Baji listened silently as he heard you say a few final words and say goodbye, stilling the house completely. He got up and inched out of his room, met face to face with your figure.

“You done?” he asks as you nod, looking away with a pout.

“They denied me. Said I needed more experience.” you say with a sigh as he smirks and leans near your ear, fanning your neck with his hot breath.

“I can’t get you that type of experience, but I can get you some experience in bed, yeah?” he says as you push him away with a laugh as you walked towards the kitchen.

“I need a job, baji, not your-“

It fell of deaf ears as he bent you over on the counter right there and had a hand on your ass in a second.

“You might need it, seems like your body does at least.” he coos with a laugh as he traces your folds.

“Baji! No!” you squeal with a moan as he thrusts a finger in and out, catching your off guard.

“the.. bed- please!” you blab out, hoping you could at least get some padding beneath your elbows. However, the only responce you got was a grunt of disapproval as he pushed your face down more.

"Not with you looking like that." he says simply as he grabs you by the hair and yanks you back, marking your neck as you throw your head back with evey moan.

"You know, you should have your hair down more often. Maybe then you can get more 'experience' for your job."

𝑅𝒶𝓃

He tapped his finger on the desk, overly done with work for the day. He glanced at the clock and when it read 5:06pm, he couldn't help but release a verbal sigh at the nother hour he had.

"Something you would like to share, Ran?" mikey asks as Ran straightens up.

"No, sir."

"Good. Then continue, Kokonoi." mikey says as he shoots him a glare and rests his head on his palm again, clearly just as board as Ran.

Finally the clock ticked to 6:00pm, and Ran quickly grabbed his things and shot out of the place like a bullet.

Earlier in the day, you had sent him a few snaps with rather revealing pics, each one having its own lewd caption to go along with it. One in particular, however, promised Ran that you would ride him. While this isn't the most amazing thing, you never did that with him, even on the most horny days you begged him for sex.

Thus, he was beyond energized to get done with his work and get home as fast as possible. And when mikey told him that they had an unexpected meeting about a possible threat, he couldn't help but sigh in dissapointment and nod with a sour smile. And like normal, the meeting was as boring as ever; there was yet another threat that had been taken care of a while ago but now had stolen a shipment of their drugs.

He got home much quicker than usual, only taking him 14 minutes to arrive instead of half an hour. His Porchea 935 shot up into the garage, the slamming of the doors making you giggle as it rattled the whole house.

"You're excited today, aren't you?" you giggle as he tears off his tux.

"You can not even believe." he says as he takes off your shirt and pants, fondling the clasp of your bra as he grins when it pops open.

After he relaxes a little by simply stuffing his in between your boobs, he sighs and sits down properly, patting his lap with a smile.

"Long day?" you ask as he guides you down on his dick, a small moan falling off of your lips as you rest your head on his shoulders.

"You can't just be this bold and then get all gentle when you get what you want now, darl' " Ran says as he draws circles on the small of your back, allowing you to do all the work instead of him.

Riding him like this made his huge size almost impossible to take all the way, tears forming in your eyes as your nipples perked in between his fingers.

"You enjoyin' this? Yeah? What if I helped you a little.." he says with a teasing squeeze as he gives one good thrust, sending you over the top as you doubled over on his chest. He chuckled as he gave you a few light thrusts, starting to move you towards another knot in your stomach.

"Are you..c-close?" you stutter out as he slows his thrusts and furrows his eyebrows.

"Why does that matter?" he asks, genuinely surprised at your sudden soft tone.

"Caus'I feel bad." you say as he grins.

"Well then, show me your apology then. I was really close, but now I'm not. You wanna help? Help me fill up your pretty pussy."

𝑅𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓊

“Really, my brother?” he yells as he pins you against the wall near the living room.

“What do you mean, rin?” you bat your eyelashes innocently, earning a grunt from the man and a hand to loudly slam on the wall next to your head.

“Don’t play games, y/n. I can pick up the difference of you tonight, and the fact that you didn’t wear underwear to a family meeting of mine was rather bold of you.” he spits as he slides his leg up, splitting your legs apart with his knee and pratically sitting you down on his knee.

“So let’s be honest,” he starts as he nips at the skin of your neck, “you’re just being a needy bitch today, yeah?”

With that, he throws you on the couch, pinning your arms above your head with one hand as he traces your other lips with his finger, sending shivers down your spine.

Slick coated his finger as he slipped one, two in, pumping you for all you were worth just to see you squirm. Your whimpers bounced off the walls, and you couldn’t help but blush knowing you were so exposed to a man in a full tuxedo looking so proper.

You squeezed your eyes shut as he slipped himself into your folds, screaming out his name as he began a brutal pace almost instantly.

“Rin- s-slow down! Please!” you cried out, but it fell on deaf ears. Tonight he wanted to prove one thing, to you and himself; you were his and he was yours.

He pounded into you, hitting your cervix with each thrust and sending stars to blur your vision. The knot tightened in your stomach and just as he thought he had one, you squeezed with all your might and sucked an orgasm out of him too right along with you.

He buckled over you with muffled moans as you quivered under him, panting emerging from him more than you. He stayed like that until he calmed his heart and looked up at you with a glare.

“I was supposed to finish off later.” he deadpans as you giggle, a chuckle emerging from him too.

“It might just be a battle for power then, Rin.” you say with a challenging grin.

Holy shit this is long...uhm... I hope you loved it??!

[kiddoryder]

Hazbin Pool Days

A commission for @dustinlaughlin enjoy!

Hardy Wiley belongs to @dustinlaughlin

Blitz and Sophie McKnight belongs to @loli-momo1908

It was a blazing hot summer day in Hell. Everyone outside tried their best to continue on with their daily lives, but they were suffering from the sun’s suffocating heat. Flowers were wilting, frozen foods were melting, and sinners were drenched in sweat. Some literally went on fire from the heat.

The gang in the Hazbin Hotel weren’t doing any better either. The fans were not operational and the air conditioner is still in the works.

Angel - *groans* “My god it’s hot as fuck in here! The heat even dried up all of Fat Nuggets mud puddles.”

Husk - “Tell me about it. And having all this fucking fur isn’t helping either.”

Blitz came down the stairs, wearing nothing but shorts and a wifebeater shirt. Sophie came down in a little tanktop and shorts as well looking hot but was drinking water.

Blitz: *moans* “I'm frying like a chicken here. Hasn't Hardy fixed the air conditioner and fans yet?”

Husk - “He said that he’s trying since the shitty things haven’t fucking work in years.”

Angel - “To be honest…Normally I would flirt on how you look right now Blitz but I’m too hot to even flirt.”

Vaggie's voice - *complaining* “You think you have problems? Just look at me!”

Everyone turns to see Vaggie, only to find her usual grayish-lavender skin being darker than normal.

Vaggie - *complaining* “I woke up looking like this!”

Angel - *shrugs* “What’s the difference? You always look like a wrinkle old grape.”

An annoyed Vaggie throws a shoe at Angel's face.

Vaggie - “This is serious Angel. We got to find something else that can cool us down.”

Hardy, Lucifer, and Charlie csmr in with smiles on their faces.

Lucifer - “We've already made the solution!”

Hardy - “Come outside in the back, everybody. You're gonna love what we've been working on.”

Everyone gets up and follow the three to the back of the hotel. Outside, they couldn't believe what they are seeing. It was a fully-made swimming pool! Complete with a diving boards, water slides, and a jacuzzi on the side. Everyone's eyes sparkled with wonder and astonishment like they're seeing Heaven for the first time.

Lucifer - *proudly* “Yep! Instead of depending on the ACs all the time and wasting money, we have our own pool!”

Charlie - *happy* “Now we have other ways to relax and actually bond with each other too!”

Hardy - “Plus working on the ACs is going to take a while. So in the mean time we can enjoy the pools instead!”

With a smile growing on his face, Angel tears his clothes off to reveal himself wearing a swimsuit bikini beneath them.

Angel - *shouts in excitement* “POOL PARTY, Y'ALL!!!!!”

Blitz - *bewildered* “Was he wearing a swimsuit beneath his clothes the whole time?”

Husk - “Most likely but who the fuck cares I’m getting in that jacuzzi.”

Niffty - “Make sure it’s clean!”

Angel leap into the pool while Husk relaxes in the jacuzzi. In a splashing transition, everyone was at the pool in swimsuits. Charlie and Vaggie were on lounging chairs with shades on. Sophie was on an inflatable pool tube, playing with her big brother. Lucifer was close by with a grill and cooking burgers and hot dogs for everyone.

Hardy - *running in* “CANNONBALL!!!!! YAAAA-HOOOOO!!!!!”

Hardy jumps in and made a huge splash in the pool. The water reached Charlie and Vaggie, causing them both to get wet.

Vaggie - *annoyed* “Hey careful!”

Hardy - *embarrassed* “Sorry about that!”

Then Angel noticed Fat Nuggets was about to get in the pool. But Angel gently grabbed him before he got in.

Angel - “Wait sweetie you need your floaties.”

Angel places tiny floaties on each of Fat Nugget's front legs, which lets him float in the water.

As everyone was having fun, Sonya, Liz, Azrael, Zella, and Cherri Bomb came over when they heard about the swimming pool. They were fully dressed in swimsuits.

Sonya - *smiles* “Thanks for inviting us. Our AC was acting up for some reason.”

Liz - “Yeah we were hot to the point we would have been cooked. Luckily it will be fixed this week.”

Charlie - *playfully pinches Sonya's cheek* “Of course, my widdle baby cuz. *kisses her on the cheek* Come on in, the water is great!”

Sonya - *giggled* “Thanks cousin Charlie *got in the pool* man this is really great!”

Angel - *mischiefly* “Hey Sonya! *Sonya turns to Angel* Think fast!”

Angel swings his arms and causes water to splash at her face. She was now soaking and wet much to her dismay. Angel was laughing at her and even Liz was laughing at her much to her sister’s annoyance. But she got something up her sleeve.

Sonya - *smiles* “Oh, you'll pay for that one!”

Sonya pulls out a water gun and starts spraying at Angel Dust.

Angel - *getting wet* “Hey! That's cheating!”

Sonya - *smug* “You didn’t say anything about water guns.”

Sonya continues to spray Angel Dust as he rans away.

Cherri - “Hey Angie, catch!”

Cherri Bomb tosses Angel a spare water gun. Angel turned to Sonya and had a teasingly look on his face.

Angel - *teasingly* “Payback time squirt!”

Sonya - *sweatdrop* “Uh-oh.”

Sonya ran as Angel and Cherri chased after her with water guns of their own. As this happens, Azrael goes over to be with his brother at the grill.

Azrael - “Hey bro, what's cookin?”

Lucifer - “Oh just some burgers and hot dogs. Gotta make it special for my little girl and her friends.”

Azarel - “Do you need help?”

Lucifer - “Nah. I’m the master grill here.”

Azarel - “You mean grill master?”

Lucifer - “Nope, I prefer being called the master grill.”

Lucifer uses his own fire to cook up the meat instead of the grill.

Azrael - “Wait, if you're using your powers to cook the food, why do they need the grill?”

Lucifer - *shrugs with a smile* “Just for show.”

Azrael gives Lucifer an unamused look and facepalms himself.

Lucifer - “Come on Ray-Ray you know how I like to put up a show.”

Azarel - *rolls his eyes* “Yeah you even did a muppet show on your wedding day. Even my wedding.”

Lucifer - “And what's wrong with that? Everyone loves muppets.”

Azrael - “Not Mephistopheles.”

Lucifer - *waves dismissively* “Bah, what does he know? That guy doesn't even have good taste in entertainment. We're talking about the guy who gave Sheryl Leach the idea of creating a purple dinosaur monstrosity for a children's show.”

Azarel - “I rather watch one of Mammon clown shit then that stupid purple dinosaur.”

Lucifer - *shudders* “Tell me about it. I've already got enough mental scars from that thing. I swear, if we weren't god's children, then that fucking freak would've been irrefutable proof that there was no God in this universe and it was a cold, dark place where there was no good in this world except the sweet embrace of death.”

Azrael - *nods* “Amen to that, bro.”

Lucifer - *calling out* “Okay everybody! Soup on!”

Sophie - *confused* “We are having soup?”

Blitz - *laughs* “No, sis. It means the burgers and hot dogs are ready.”

Sonya - “Oh awesome I’m starving!”

Everyone got out of the pool and dried themselves off. Then they gathered around the table to eat up their food.

Charlie - “Gotta say, having that pool is actually better than the ACs.”

Angel - “You're telling me. The water is sooooo refreshing. *flips the bird at the sun* Take that, heat wave! Ha!”

Cherri - “Yeah! We don’t need this bitchy heat wave.”

Charlie - “Plus having this pool is a good activity for all of us.”

Lucifer - “Alright, settle down everybody because it's time to dig in.”

Lucifer and Azrael hand out hamburgers and hot dogs to everyone. Lucifer even handed a plate of burgers to Fat Nuggets.

Angel - “Hold on, I gotta cut up a burger for Nuggies.”

Angel Dust cuts up tiny pieces of burger meat for Fat Nuggets.

Angel - *gushes* “There you go, baby.”

Fat Nuggets happily began to eat as Angel began to pet him.

Blitz - “You know you didn’t have to cut it up for him? Pigs do have strong teeth and stomachs after all.”

Angel - “Yes, but my Nuggies is just a baby, it will take some years until his teeth are strong enough to bite down a whole burger.”

Fat Nuggets oinks as he continued eating.

Sophie - *giggled* “I can see he likes the food.”

Lucifer - *smug* “Well it is cooked by the best such as moi.”

Azrael -“ Ha! I bet I can cook way more delicious meat than you, Luci.”

Lucifer - *devious smiles* “Is that a challenge?”

The two smile at each other competitively.

Charlie - *nervously* “Oh boy here we go again.”

Hardy - “What is it?”

Zella - “It would seem that both our men are going to compete against each other again.”

Hardy - “Does this always happen?”

Liz - “You have no idea. They always do this.”

As the two brothers stare one another, Azrael snaps his fingers and he instantly shifts into a summer cooking outfit and summoned a grill of his own. Both of them arm themselves with barbacue utensils, and then, they two began to cook like there's no tomorrow.

As they group watch Lucifer and Azrael cook, their tables started to get loaded with several different barbecue dishes, such as ribs, steaks, shish kebabs, corn on the cobs, pork chops, briskets, sausages, and several different foreign barbecue dishes from around the world. Everyone just watched with different expressions from confusion to unamusement.

Hardy - *confused* “Uhh should we stop them?”

Charlie - *shakes her head* “No, it gets crazy between them.”

Sonya - “Don’t worry about it dude. They will tire themselves out.”

Angel - “At least we got free food.”

Hardy - “I don't think we'll be able to eat all of this. And this is coming from the guy with a really big appetite. Many of them will most likely get cold or go bad.”

Charlie - “I'll have any leftovers sent to Cannibal Town. I'm sure this will fill their stomachs for some time.”

Hardy - “Yeah, that might work.”

Sonya - “I don’t mind taking some home with me either.”

Then Azarel and Lucifer got so tired they both fainted on the floor.

Lucifer - *panting* “I…won!”

Azarel - *panting* “In your…dreams duck lover!”

Sonya - “See, tire themselves out like always.”

Angel - *impatient* “Can we eat now? I’m fucking starving.”

With that said, everyone starts chowing down whatever food they can eat.

Vaggie - *eating* “Gotta say they are both amazing chefs.”

Charlie - *proudly* “That's our dads. They aim to please their family and loved ones.”

Niffty - “I can’t wait to wash all the dishes!” *giggled*

As eveyone ate, they were being watched by someone as they scowl at the group having a fun time.

??? - “Can’t believe those c*** didn’t even invite me!! Look at the food they got! It should have been mine! After all I done for those fuckers. They should be grateful! *evily* Well, I'll show them.”

Everyone has just finished eating their meals. They all rubbed their stomachs for being full. Some even looked like they were about to pass out.

Hardy - “Phew, boy, I'm stuffed as a turkey.”

Liz - *groans* “Yeah…I don’t think I can even eat another bite.” *eats a cookie*

Fat Nuggets was stuffed too as he rolled on his back and looked sleepy. Angel took note of this.

Angel - “I think i'm gonna put Fat Nuggets down for a nap. And probably gonna join him too.”

Angel picks up Fat Nuggets and takes him inside the hotel.

Sonya - *yawns* “Maybe we should all take a nap. I feel like falling into a food coma.”

Charlie - *nods* “Yeah *yawns* Me too. Let's call it a day, everyone. We'll do more swimming tomorrow.”

Blitz - “Sounds good to me. Come on Sophie, I can tell you look tired too.”

Sophie - *yawns* “Okay big brother.”

Lucifer - *to Azarel* “You and Zella are welcome to stay for the night Azarel. I know you both exhausted to go back home.”

Azrael - “I will kindly take that offer, thank you.”

Zella - “Thank you so much. And thank you for making an amazing lunch.”

()()()()()()()()

Everybody went inside the hotel and went to their room. As Vaggie was putting on her pajamas she said:

Vaggie - “This is gotta be one of the best ideas you had, babe.”

Charlie - “Thanks, Vaggie. We thought a swimming pool would be a good addition to the hotel. I learned that swimming can actually make you relax and ease the mind. Plus it could be a good bonding exercise for everybody.”

Vaggie - “Well, it certainly did wonders for me. If I had spent another hour in that heat wave without anything to cool off, I would've gone insane.”

Charlie - “Yeah me too. *flirty* Plus you did look sexy in that swimsuit.”

Vaggie - *chuckles* “Oh stop.”

Charlie - *sexily* “Nooooo.~”

Charlie approaches Vaggie with a seductive smile on her face.

()()()()()()()()()()

The next day everybody woke up and was finishing up breakfast. Then Sophie said:

Sophie - “Can we go to the pool again Charlie?”

Charlie - “Sure! The heatwave isn’t stopping until Friday. So we are okay with cooling off.”

Blitz - “But we can’t swim yet. Remember, we gotta go 30 minutes without swimming because we just ate. If we swim after eating, we will all be cramping.”

Sophie - “That sounds painful.”

Liz - “It is Cupcake. I talk from experience.”

After cleaning the dishes, everybody put on their swimsuits and began to head toward the pool.

Hardy - “Hey you know what? We should get a volleyball net for the pool.”

Angel - “Good idea, I know a good sports shop that-- *gasps in shock*

Hardy - “What's wrong, A.D.? *turns his head to where Angel's looking and makes a shocked expression* What the?!”

Hardy and Angel Dust find the entire pool filled with white goop.

Angel - *shocked* “What the FUCK happend to the pool?!”

Everybody saw that the pool was full of white goop. Even some white goop bubble popped which grossed them out.

Charlie - *horrfied* “What happened to the pool?!”

Angel - “It look everybody gather around, jerked around and made it full of c-“

Blitz - *covered his mouth* “Don’t you dare say that in front of my sister.”

Husk - *shakes his head* “Nah it’s impossible for somebody to do what Angel said in a pool. It would take weeks. This shit though it looks like melted frosting or something.”

While relieved it wasn’t anything sexually gross, Hardy goes to take a closer look. He scoops his fingers in it and takes a whiff.

Hardy - “It's marshmallow. Somebody's filled our pool with melted marshmallows!”

Sophie - “Who would do something so mean? And marshmallows are usually good! Especially when it’s used to make s'mores.”

Vaggie - *angry* “It’s probably somebody’s idea of a sick prank.”

Fat Nuggets lean to sniff the melted marshmallows thanks to the sweet scent. However, he leaned too far and fell in the pool. Much to Angel’s horror.

Angel - *panicked* “FAT NUGGETS!”

Angel raced down and swiftly pulled his pet pig out. While Fat Nuggets was okay and wasn’t too deep in the pool, he was covered in melted marshmallows.

Angel - *concerned* “You gotta be more careful, sweet pea. You almost gave your daddy a heart attack.”

Fat Nuggets had a guilty look on his face. He gave Angel a kiss on the cheek and boop his snout on it as well despite being covered in melted marshmallow. It was his way of apologizing and it worked on his daddy.

Angel - *gushing* “Aww I forgive you. But now you need a bath. Can’t make you all sticky.”

Angel went to his room to give his pet piggy a nice warm bath. Charlie looked really upset at how her pool was ruined for everybody.

Charlie - *upset* “All of our hard work has been ruined! This will take days to clean this and fix it up! Who would do such a horrible thing?!”

Blitz - *picking up an object from the ground* “I think it's a safe bet to say that this could be a clue to our saboteur.”

Niffty - “Ooh what is it? Is it dirty?”

Cherri - *sees what Blitz is holding* “Huh. Looks like somebody left their money here. Oh well, finders keepers.”

Lucifer - *suspicious* “Wait a sec! *snags the wallet from Cherri* This is one of Mammon's wallets! That fat fuck! He must've been the one to mess with our pool!”

Azarel - “What? Why the hell would he mess with our pool?”

Zella - *rolls her eyes* “Because he’s a greedy fool who thinks he is so cool.”

Lucifer - *groans* “I don't care what his deal is, but I am going to march right down to the Greed Ring and give that fucking sack of cow shit a piece of my mind!”

Charlie - *stopping her Dad* “Wait Dad, it can be dangerous. You know how Uncle Mammon can be.”

Lucifer - “Oh I know, and I don't care. That fucker has been a real pain in my ass for far too long. It's time that I show that sad excuse of a clown who's the top dog around here.”

Lucifer pulls his pants up and pushes his top hat in front of his face to show how serious and tough he is.

Hardy - *stops him* “Hold on, Lucifer. I think I have a better idea to get back at Mammon.”

Lucifer - *annoyed* “Oh really? What's your big idea Fireball?”

Hardy - “Instead of getting into a fight with Mammon, let's pull a prank of our own back at him.”

“Did somebody say prank?”

They all turned around and saw Angel now holding a clean Fat Nuggets. Angel had a smug look on his face.

Hardy - “Yeah it was me. I suggest we pull a prank on Mammon.”

Angel - “Ooh now we are cooking! I happen to be an expert on that kind of stuff.”

Cherri - *exciting* “Oh, oh, oh! I want in on this too! I love pulling pranks!”

Liz - *excited* “Ooh me too!!”

Angel - “Okay team, gather around. Let's come up with a plan of action.”

Everyone huddles together in a circle and they formulate a plan to prank Mammon.

()()()()()()()()()()

In the Greed Ring, Mammon was lounging around and laughing full-heartedly after sabotaging the Hazbin Hotel's pool.

Mammon - “That should teach those wankers not to invite me and make those foods without me. *suddenly his phone rang* What up, wanka?”

Lucifer - *fakely happy* “Mammon, old buddy. How ya doin?”

Mammon - *happy* “Oh Luci! How ya been my good friend.”

Lucifer - “Good, absolutely terrific old chum. *silently gags and points his tongue* So Mammon, I was going to ask you if you had any plans for the night?”

Mammon - “Mmm not really. Why?”

Lucifer - “Well, I was hoping that I could invite you over. I have a very special surprise for you.”

Mammon - *excited* “Ooh I love surprises!”

Lucifer - “Then you're gonna love this one, come on down to the hotel and I give it to ya.”

Mammon - “Alright! I’ll be there in an hour. See ya c*** king!”

Lucifer - “See you soon, buddy. *hangs up and makes gag sounds* I can't believe that I actually called him buddy.”

Hardy - “Okay guys, Mammon's coming, so get everything ready for phase 2.”

Angel, Cherri, and Liz saluted and rushed off to set up the prank.

()()()()()()()()()

Blitz - “You know normally I don’t approve, but this is needed.”

Charlie - “Agreed. I mean, Uncle Mammon is a big bully.”

Hardy - *looking out the window* “Pick up the pace guys, here he comes!”

Lucifer - *whispers* “Remember to keep quiet about the prank!”

Charlie - “Okay everyone, places. It's showtime.”

Charlie opens the door and reveals Mammon.

Mammon - *gushing* “Aww Chuckie! How are ya little mate?”

Charlie - “Uhh, it's Charlie, Uncle Mammon.”

Mammon - *not caring* “Ehh Chuckie, Charlie, same shit.”

A sweatdrop appears on Charlie. Mammon was one of the few demons Charlie really disliked because of his selfish greedy attitude. Even most of the Deadly sins can’t stand Mammon.

Charlie - “A-Anyway, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. We've been expecting you.”

Mammon - “So this is the hotel you've been working on?”

Charlie - *nods* “Yes sir, the hotel that we work at rehabilitates sinners to find redemption.”

Mammon - *burst out laughing but stops* “Oh you’re serious? Thought you were joking.”

Charlie - “Uh no I wasn’t.”

Mammon - *scoff* “Figures. Since women can’t be funny anyways.”

Charlie - *frowns with an unamused tone* “That's sexist, Uncle Mammon.”

Mammon - *impatient* “Yeah yeah whatever. I want to see my gift!”

Charlie - *sighs* “Of course, right this way, please?”

Charlie takes Mammon to see his surprise.

Charlie - “Dad and I worked for this you. Since you work so hard on the clown pageant.”

It was a large golden throne fitted for Mammon's size, and close to it was a long table of delicious food.

Charlie - “And it is all just for you, Uncle Mammon.”

Mammon - *squeaks* “Oh your c*** are the best!”

Mammon rushed in and took his seat. Then, he starts hoarding all the food and scarfs it down. As he eats, everyone watches them with smiles on their faces, stifling their lips to prevent any laughter going out.

Hardy - *curiously whispers to Lucifer* “How is it that he's the lord of greed and not gluttony?”

Lucifer - *whispers* “Believe me I ask myself that everyday. But my best guess is that Bee is nicer than this asshole.”

Mammon gorges every single dish down, leaving piles of dirty and saliva-covered dishes, Then finally, he finished all the food, and left out a large burp.

Mammon - *sigh in relief* “Man that was good.”

Charlie - “Well, now that you've enjoyed your meal, how about giving you a ride back at the Ring of Greed?”

Mammon - *groans* “Yeah I can’t walk when I’m too full like this.”

Angel - “Oh, don't you worry, your greediness. We got you covered. *smiles deviously* Enjoy your trip.”

Mammon looked confused at first, until he looked down and saw Liz lighting a fuse, then running for cover. The golden throne that Mammon was sitting on started to rumble violently. Then, it started to fire Mammon right out of the hotel into the sky. Everybody began to laugh seeing Mammon blasted off.

Liz - *imitates an Italian accent* “So long, Mammon.”

Sonya - *laughs* “That was so awesome!”

Lucifer - “That’ll teach him not to mess with our pool.”

Hardy - “How long do you suppose those laxatives that we put in the food will kick in?”

Angel - “I say around the moment he makes it back to Greed Ring.”

Vaggie - *chuckles* “He’s going to be in the bathroom for a LONG time.”

()()()()()()()()()

Speaking of Mammon, he was rocketing back to the Greed Ring, screaming his lungs off as the firework rocket came crashing down in his home. The crash messed up his entire bedroom. and his golden throne was wrecked.

Mammon - *horrified* “My throne! My money! My everything! It’s all ruined!! *angry* I’m SO getting them back!!”

But then, his stomach started to gurgle, and his lower parts started to feel very uncomfortable.

Mammon - *groaning* “Oh my stomach…It never acted like this!! Gotta go to the bathroom!!”

Mammon rushed to his bathroom, only to find a sign on the door that says "Out of Order"

Mammon - *shocked* “You gotta be kidding me!! Aww screw it!”

One of his employees come in with loads of boxes.

Employee - “Hey, Mr. Mammon, I have those--*shocks to see what Mammon did* GOOD SATAN, MAMMON, WHAT THE FUCK?!”

()()()()()()()()()()

On the TV's new broadcast, Katie Killjoy has just explained what happened to Mammon, as everyone was laughing at this.

Angel - *laughs* “Oh man, we got him so good!!”

Cherri - *laughs* “Yeah, this whole thing has gone viral on all social media! *laughs*

Lucifer - *laughs* “Hopefully that bastard learned his lesson.”

Charlie - *stop laughing* “Well, now that's been settled, we should probably get that swimming pool fixed before the next heat wave comes in.”

Hardy - “Yeah we don’t need to be cooked to a crisp.”

Lucifer - *brings out shovels* “I got the shovels for the marshmallows.”

Hardy and the group go to clean and fix up the swimming pool. It may take a while to get the pool fixed, but it was certainly worth it on a hot summer day.

The End.

[safehouse-if]

A Holloway (player choice)

Ariana "Ari" Holloway

Arnaldo "Arno" Holloway

Pushing forty but not showing it. A field agent, specializing in mafia and gang crimes but has now been promoted (demoted?) to be the handler and security detail on the "Wraith".

It is a good thing they are single as you two are put up in a fake relationship in a nice neighborhood.

Age: 38

Eyes: Dark brown

Hair: Black

Stature: Tall and athletic

Interests: Outdoors and intellectual achievements

Character: Calm and mature

Style: Athletic, outdoorsy. Think woolen sweaters with trousers, or sweatpants and tanktops

Meeting: First chapter

Picrew used

[gaydennisreynolds]

S1 Shirts Poll - Data

70 people participated in the survey.

37 respondents (52.9% of poll takers) selected "black tanktop"

27 respondents (38.6% of poll takers) selected "red sweater"

2 respondents (2.9% of poll takers) selected "maroon t-shirt"

2 respondents (2.9% of poll takers) selected "green polo"

2 respondents (2.9% of poll takers) selected "prom tux"

No respondents voted for the funeral suit from The Gang Finds a Dead Guy or for the blue polo from Gun Fever.