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whateverloomis · 7 months ago

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Hi! Can you write about a reader who is a traditional goth x billy and stu?

Shes the new girl at school and she seems cool so tate invites her over to the group and when they see her they are like: 😲😍

Ugh, I'm so glad you requested this. Billy and Stu would so be into alt. people, I just know it. (Totally not saying that because I'm alt. myself *cough*)

Note: Scroll to the bottom for extra content before reading 🖤

Warnings: SMUT, infidelity, making out, fingering, double penetration, outdoor s3x, smoking (weed,) AFAB reader (she/her,) use of YN, unedited

Word count: 2.5k (Got carried away lmao)

"Dude, what's Tatum doing with the goth chick?" Stu asked Billy, as if he had a clue who Tatum even hung out with anymore. Sidney had always been her best friend and Tatum wouldn't ever replace her, but she was always picking someone new to introduce to the group until some kind of drama happened and she unfriended them.

"Fuck should I know." Billy answered, trying to seem uninterested in the topic, but Stu knew better. He had caught his friend taking a peek or two at the new girl when she had arrived the week prior as a transfer student.

"She's hot as fuck man, I bet we could tag team her-" -- "Keep it down, would you?" Billy whispered, elbowing Stu to avoid Sid and Randy from listening.

The boys had done it a few times before. They picked someone they both liked and had a little fun with them, and this new girl was definitely first in line the moment they saw her.

Tatum approached the group with her new friend and the boys couldn't help but eye her from head to toe. She was wearing a black crop top that sat just below her tits, a leather skirt with detailed lace thigh highs, paired with pointy knee high black boots. Her jet black hair sat just above her shoulders, her baby bangs had a perfect little point in the middle creating a perfect triangle that aligned with her pierced nose and matte black lipstick. What a sight.

"Hi guys! Meet our new friend, YN!" Tatum cheered and YN waved at everyone and smiled, revealing a dimple on her left cheek. Fuck, that drove Billy and Stu crazy. She was so effortlessly cute yet mysterious and intense looking. The perfect combination.

The group welcomed YN and clicked with her right away. Randy didn't hesitate to make flirty comments at the new girl and she was a natural flirt just like him, so it became a casual back and forth game between them. Stu obviously joined in, he's usually a flirt with everyone so it didn't seem out of the ordinary, but oh boy, if they only knew the plans he had with the girl.

Billy however, remained in the small talk zone. He felt safe there, plus he didn't want to reveal his intentions to Sidney who was sitting between his legs at the moment. He did make eye contact with YN from time to time and couldn't help but get tense at her gaze. Her eyes were piercing, like a black cats would be at night and it was driving him mad. He wanted to look into them while being on top of her... or maybe YN on top of him would be much better... Gosh, if he kept his imagination running it was gonna be impossible to stop his half boner from getting rock solid.

"YN should join, we have lot's of fun up there when we escape this hell hole." Stu said, snapping Billy out of his thoughts. "The cabin?" The boy thought out loud and Sidney turned around to face him. "Yeah, Stu is planning to ditch last period on Friday again and going up to his dads cabin. We're inviting YN to come along with us." Sid explained and Billy smirked in response and gave Stu a knowing look. "Yeah... Yeah YN, you should join us. Who wants to attend English class anyways?" He replied and Stu patted his back, "That's what I'm talking about." his best friend said, earning an annoyed look from Billy.

"Bring a swim suit too new girl, there's a kick ass lake up there." Stu said and smirked. "Awesome! I love lakes and it's been a while." YN replied and Randy pitched in; "Or better yet, a bikini." he said and the girl smirked at him; "Yeah, I bet you'd like that." YN said and Randy gasped in fake surprise; "I never said such a thing." The boy replied and YN gave him a flirty laugh.

Stu seemed amused with their exchange, knowing damn well Randy is all talk and no show. Meanwhile Billy was annoyed and poking his left cheek with his tongue in attempt to keep himself from saying anything stupid that could reveal his excitement about the new girl joining.

•

Friday came along quicker that expected and the group was already on their way to their little weekend trip. They were all bunched up in Stu's family van. His parents were conveniently out of town so he "borrowed it" for the weekend.

YN ended up sitting next to Billy after everyone argued about who would sit where and the boy was trying his hardest not to get his hands on her. "You comfortable?" Billy asked loud enough for her to hear as she closed the door. "Never better." She replied while she leaned back on the seat. Her exposed thigh brushed against his and she felt the boy tense up. She bit her lip in amusement and looked at him, smirking before looking out the window. Oh boy... new girl knew exactly what she was doing and it didn't go unnoticed by Billy or Stu who was looking at them through the rear view mirror.

•

"Why does it have to be me again?!" Randy complained. The group wanted him to test the water to see how cold it was but all he did was stand on the edge of the little wooden walkway and whine about how cold it was last time.

"Oh c'mon, it can't be that bad." YN said while taking her short black dress off. She had a bikini on that sat a little bit above her tits, exposing the perfect amount of under boob along with cheeky bottoms that barely covered her ass. The girls started to cheer and whistle at her in encouragement; "Yes girlie! You look hot as fuck!" Tatum said and Sidney agreed with her, taking her own clothes off and revealing a bright red colored bikini. Tatum had a yellow one on that exposed just as much under boob as the new girl's did, maybe a bit more. The boys stood there looking at them like hungry dogs before they cheered them on. Billy however just sported a smirk and followed the girls with his eyes taking an extra peek at YN's tits bouncing while she ran and jumped into the lake.

"It's not that cold guys, c'mon!" Sidney encouraged and Randy jumped in without hesitating.

"You gonna be able to keep it in your pants big boy?" Stu said loud enough for Billy to hear. "Shut up asshole, speak for yourself." He responded and looked at Stu's crotch before jumping in. Stu looked at his trunks and noticed his hard on was visible and jumped in quickly before muttering "Fuck."

•

The day was filled with fun, laughs and picking on Randy. It was unlike any other cabin weekend thanks to the new girl. She was cute, funny, a flirt and totally into Billy and Stu. At least that's what the boys were convincing themselves of with every little word and look she gave them. She was hard to read, Billy found, but that made it all the more fun for him.

The group were now sitting around a fire pit, talking about previous school crushes and other adventures. "So, who was your first kiss?" Tatum asked YN as she took a drag from the blunt they were passing around.

"It wasn't a big deal. We were best friends back in middle school, she was a pretty good kisser though." YN replied, taking a quick drag and passing it to Sidney who politely declined.

"Wait, she?!" Randy questioned in shock, choking on his beer along the way.

YN laughed at his exaggerated reaction and bit her lip; "Yes she, I'm bisexual, idiot." She replied while rolling her eyes playfully.

"Hot! I dare you to kiss Tatum!" Stu said rather loudly, earning a smack on his shoulder from his girlfriend. "Don't be an asshole, Stu!"

"What?! I was joking!" -- "No you weren't. Typical." YN replied and smirked at him knowingly. It's not the first time YN has heard those comments. At this point she calls the person out and brushes it off. That being said, she wouldn't mind kissing Tate at all, she's hot too just like her boyfriend.

Everyone laughed at Stu being called out, then continued talking, smoking weed and drinking alcohol around the fire. YN hadn't had this much fun in a long time and she intended on making the best out of that weekend.

•

After what seemed like hours of conversation, Billy, Stu, Tatum and YN were high as kites, Randy and Sid were drunk, and half of the group was nearly to the point of passing out and falling asleep for at least 12 hours that night. However, YN had other plans.

"I'm gonna go take a walk." She said, and Tatum gasped in surprise; "Alone in the woods, YN? Are you crazy! You can get killed!" the girl practically screamed and the new girl laughed; "It's okay babe, i'll be fine. Maybe I do wanna encounter a slasher, who knows..." She joked and stood up.

"YN, maybe you should take someone with you. It's seriously not safe, especially with the ghost face killings." Sidney said.

Billy and Stu looked at each other knowingly before anyone else spoke.

"I'll go with you. I need a breather myself." Billy said and smirked at Stu subtly before walking away with YN.

•

"So, you're actually not freaked about the possibility of you getting killed by ghost face?" Billy asked YN and she laughed before responding; "Not really, he clearly has targets and I highly doubt I'm one of them. Besides, I'd probably wanna fuck him instead of being scared."

Billy was amused at her response. If only she knew. "Is that so? You have a thing for slashers then?" He asked and she chuckled, a flirty tone to her voice. "Maybe, do you?" She asked him jokingly. "Nah, I'd say I have a thing for victims." At his answer YN slowed down her pace. His answer didn't exactly scare her but it did take her by surprise.

Billy turned around to face her as they both stopped walking. "What?" He asked, a slight seriousness coating his voice. YN looked down and bit her lip before looking him in the eye for God knows the number of times that day.

"Are you hinting at something, Loomis?" She asked him and the boy took a few steps forward leaving a few inches away between them. "Did it sound like I am? Or do you want me to be hinting at something?" He responded. Smooth.

YN looked up at him and chuckled, not knowing what to say at that point. She was too high to think about any coherent answer, especially with a guy that hot in front of her who was clearly looking to get freaky in the middle of the woods.

"Maybe..." Billy started, placing his left hand on YN's hip; "...I'm hinting at something like this." He spoke his final words before kissing YN slowly. They made out at the slowest most intense way you could imagine. Their tongues danced with each other and YN exhaled little whimpers into his mouth. He loved her little noises and couldn't help but grab both her hips and squeeze the flesh. As they continued kissing, Billy moved his hands to her ass and squeezed it before running his hands up her body and squeezing her tits that were threatening to pop out of her bikini top.

Billy took a few steps forward and pushed YN against a tree trunk, pressing himself against her while deepening the kiss. The girl sneaked her hand down his lower body and gave his throbbing dick a firm squeeze, moaning at the feeling.

YN didn't really care that he had a girl, if anything she would've done the same with her if given the chance, plus she was too high to make sense of anything so she just went with it.

YN pulled the string at the front of Billy's black swimsuit and kneeled in front of him but before she could pull his dick out they both heard the crunching of foot steps, and the girl stood up quickly.

"Well fuck, you guys started without me?" Stu said and appeared from behind the large tree she was against. "Thank's for ruining the mood, asshole" Billy said sarcastically, not even bothering to tie his pants back in place.

"Oh c'mon Billy, aren't you gonna share your meal?" -- "I sure wouldn't mind that." YN followed Stu's words and chuckled at herself. She was so high that this whole situation seemed more amusing than it would've been if she had been sober.

Billy looked at her in mild surprise and smirked, raising an eyebrow before kissing her again. Stu walked towards them and moved YN forward, Billy pulling her forward as well to allow Stu to lean against the tree, her ass pressed against his hard cock. They moved swiftly, as if they had done this countless times before... And they have.

Stu wrapped his arms around YN and pulled her bikini top down, exposing her perfect tits to Billy who started to play with her nipples while deepening the kiss. Stu sneaked his hand up her black skirt and untied her bikini bottoms, letting it fall between her legs. The boy didn't waste anymore time and started to rub YN's clit expertly. She let out hushed moans into Billy's mouth while reaching between her legs, moving Stu's fingers towards her entrance and he knew exactly what she wanted. As if on command he finger fucked her all while Billy was pinching her nipples and kissing her neck.

YN was so impossibly aroused, mostly because of the weed, but having these two hot idiots touching her like this made her feel as if she were in heaven.

"Mm, fuck me... Both of you." She said and the boys quickly stopped their movements and pulled their pants down just enough to release their dicks. YN wrapped her legs around Billy and he picked her up pushing her against Stu in order for them to line up their cocks to her cunt. She was so soaking wet they both slipped in easily. The stretch felt so delicious that she couldn't contain her moans.

Billy and Stu pounded into her like wild animals, breathing heavy and grabbing her steady.

"Fuck... You feel so good..." Billy whispered and YN wasn't sure if he meant her or Stu rubbing his cock against his friends. Either way it was hot as fuck and YN was going to cum any second. The boys were close behind, thrusting out of unison, moaning and groaning. It was music to YN's ears.

"I'm close... Fuck, I'm so close..." The girl moaned as she squeezed around both of their dicks. Billy and Stu couldn't say anything at that point up until they all came at the same time.

They filled YN up so much that their combined juices dripped on the ground.

Once they all caught their breath's, Billy placed YN down on her feet and stabled her. The girl nearly fell from how hard the two fucked her.

"Damn, did we really fucked you that good new girl?" Stu said from behind her.

"Oh, shut up." She answered before getting dressed along with the boys and returning to the cabin as if nothing had happened.

Extra detail for fun: I found this pic scrolling through Tumblr last night and it's exactly how I imagine readers'hair! 🖤

(Picture not mine. If anyone knows the owner lmk so I can credit. Thank you!)

#billy loomis smut #billy loomis x you #scream (1996)#billy loomis x reader #ghostface smut #ghostface x reader #ghostfacesmut #stu macher smut #stu macher x billy loomis #stu matcher x reader

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iliketangerines · 4 months ago

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Dude, I LOVE how you write, like, A LOT. I have this request where it’s basically how the kombat boys(Liu kang, Kung Lao, Raiden, Kenshi, Kenshi, Johnny, Syzoth and maybe Geras and Ashrah too?) would react to seeing the reader(their girlfriend)’s like variant in another timeline(?) in the end in a mk9 outfit(revealing as shit dude. They probably have to fix a wedgie mid-fight😭) SORRY IF THAT’S A LOT I’M ACTUALLY EMBARRASSED LMAO

revealing thoughts

a/n: lol no need to be embarrassed truly, don't worry about it

pairing: raiden x gn!reader

warnings: nudity mentions

Raiden always had considered himself a rather progressive man, not really caring whether the people in his village wore something deemed inappropriate by the elders

he was always respectful, treated everyone the same regardless of how they dressed or how they looked or what their occupation was

but this had Raiden averting his eyes to quite literally anything else except the massive window on your chest of your costume

which somehow was worse, his eyes trailing downwards to your barely covered crotch and the side of your costume cut out to reveal your hips, only the criss cross of string keeping it stuck to your body

Raiden resists using his hand to drag over his face as he prepares to fight against this variant of you, and his eyes trail back up to your face

which is the worst decision because as always, you look ravishing, especially so covered in blood and smiling at Raiden with those sweet lips of yours

someone bumps into Raiden from behind, and he grunts and quickly glances behind him and spots you, this timeline’s you, and you growl as you leap back forward to dismember a copy of Kenshi limb from limb

focusing back on this variat of you, Raiden barely manages to dodge your attack, weapon extended and aimed to kill, and he rolls to the side as you turn around, teeth bared in anger

you crouch down, giving him a perfect view down your cleavage, and he swears he sees a nipple slip when you leap forward, the strings keeping the window on your clothing barely holding on to the thin cloth

instinctively, he reaches his hands up to cover his face before he remembered you were there to kill him and his timeline

Raiden manages to drop his hands just in time to catch your attack and shoot a bolt of lightning through your palms through your nervous system

you rip yourself away from him with a howl of pain, voice so painfully similar to yours, and he bites his tongue to keep himself from apologizing to this variant of you

one more time, you lunge toward him, ready to kill, and Raiden moves to the side, preparing a flurry of lightning to hit you

and it connects, sending you flying to the floor, the straps of your costume disintegrating, and when you stand up, the remains of it fall to the side, only leaving you in your arm-length gloves and thigh high boots

you’re not wearing a single thing underneath, everything that he had only seen in bed waving to the world hello, and Raiden covers his eyes, face flushes bright red and burning as thoughts rush through his head

he cannot believe he just did that to you, and he apologizes to you profusely, still avoiding looking at your general direction, mind scrambled into a million different directions

was this cheating? if he looked at someone else naked? it technically was you, but it was a variant of you so technically it was a separate person? wait, wasn’t he battling you?

it’s too late, you sink your weapon into his side, and Raiden groans, thoughts of your nudity flying from his mind as he grits his teeth and grabs onto whatever skin he could and summoning the strongest lightning bolt into his hands

thunderclouds gather in the sky, angry and black, and bright light shoots down from the sky, ringing through your body and burning you into a charred crisp

Raiden’s chest heaves as he looks at your burnt and blacked body, nothing more than charcoal now, and someone grabs onto his shoulder

he whips around, hands raised and crackling with energy, and he finds you, his actual you, his partner that he loved so dearly, and he lets out a sigh of relief at the sight of you mostly unharmed

you glance down at his injury, brows furrowed in worry, and he waves it off, saying that it wasn’t too deep and that it would heal easily

Raiden gives you what he hopes looks like a reassuring smile and not a grimace of pain, and you raise an eyebrow at him and shake your head at him

but the disappointment doesn’t last long as you give him a cheeky smile and ask if he really couldn’t keep his thoughts clean even in the heat of battle

the champion stutters and flushes, pursing his lips at you as you laugh and lightly punch him in the shoulder, saying that you were just teasing him

you lean in slightly, just enough so that your breath brushes against his ear, and you say that next time you’ll keep that costume in mind the next time the two of you get in bed

Raiden goes to refuse, to say that he wasn’t at all distracted by the costume, but you’ve already bounded off to find a medic to help mend his side wound

the evidence if how he thought of your costume is written all over his face, and Raiden would be a fool to think you wouldn’t pick up on his embarrassment

truly, you would be the death of him

#tangerine writes #tangerine answers #mortal kombat x reader #mk x you #mk x reader #mk x y/n #mk1 x reader #mk1 x you #mk1 x y/n #raiden x reader #raiden x you #raiden x y/n

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last-starry-sky · 2 months ago

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kinktober day 5 - foreplay only // knifeplay

ghost x soap x f!reader - (continued in day 6 here)

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1k, NONCON: forced PDA, restraint, knifeplay, implied kidnapping. No actual sex but this is insane as hell! Stay safe and don't read if any of the above makes you uncomfortable! If I forgot any warnings, please let me know!]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass

“P-please! Please . . . n-no,” you sputtered out, hands held up instinctively in surrender as you backed away.

The large man just continued to stare at you. The alley is dark, barely lit from either end by the street lights. Dark enough that you almost ran into him. You backed away from him immediately, more embarrassed than scared. You can see he’s in all black, perfect camouflage to melt into pitch-black alcoves and back doors. That’s not what scared you, though. He could have been taking the same shortcut as you, or minding his own business, not that you cared now. It’s the oversized knife in his hand that has your heart racing.

“I didn’t mean to- I’ll leave! I’m leaving! Please just-” you try to bargain as you back farther and farther away from him. He continued to stare at you, broad shoulders hunched, face hidden in the shadow of his hood. When he makes no move to follow you, you allow yourself to think you’ll be safe. Just one more weird encounter to add to your list since moving to the city.

You relax your arms to your sides with a sigh. Your eyes are still on the man, just in case he decides to try anything. He doesn’t. He’s still standing where you ran into him, large size menacing enough to push you away without a single action or word. You’re just about to turn on your heels and run the fuck out of there (and all the way home, the long way) when a strong arm suddenly braces across your chest, pinning your arms uselessly to your side.

“Well, wouldjae lookit this now?” the man behind you said, his northern accented voice full of excitement.

Your mouth opened to scream, but his other hand was quick to seal over your mouth. His fingers press insistently into your jaw, not too hard but enough. A warning. His hand turned your head up to face him, strangely wanting you to see your attacker and all of his distinguishing features: his blue eyes, high cheekbones, the mohawk, and a mouth turned up in a cruel, elfin smile. You try to kick and wiggle away, but he, like the other man, is too strong. He effortlessly picked you up with just one arm, making you stand on your tip-toes, splayed open on the tops of his boots, pinned to his chest.

“Lively lil’ sprite, ain’t she Ghost?” he said to the other man.

As if he’s been activated, he began to move down the alley. His hulking, black-clad form was a terrifying thing to see in motion. Before you can even think to struggle again, he’s right in front of you, sandwiching you between their bodies. He towers over you and the man holding you. Good lord, you think. The knife you’d only caught a glimpse of before is right in front of you now. He held it casually in one hand, black gloved fingers dancing on the grip, making the cruel length of it bounce. The dull metal blade caught the weak light of the street lamp, winking at you.

He, Ghost, pressed the flat of his blade to your outer thigh, right below the hem of your skirt. You shiver against the cold metal, only your thin tights separating it from your skin.

“Yeah,” he answered, voice deep and rough as he slid the knife up your hip, not caring that your skirt was brought up with it.

You whine behind the man’s hand as Ghost carefully pivoted the knife under your skirt to trail along the elastic band at the top of your tights. You squeezed your eyes shut when you felt the knife stop. If they were going to kill you, it would happen right now. You know it. Ghost's other hand grips at your waist, thumb pressing up and under your shirt.

“Move yer hand, Soap,” Ghost instructed, flipping the blade of the knife around to face him before pulling against your skirt. The fabric doesn’t stand a chance against the sharp steel. With a barely audible riiip, it fell to the ground between your and Soap’s feet. “Wanna hear her.”

“Only if she’ll be gooood,” Soap cooed, sing-song sweet as he tips your head to press his mouth to your head. Just the sound of his voice sends you trembling. His thick fingers on your mouth splay open just a little. “Scream ‘n, well . . .” he said softly into your hair, the threat hanging as open as the blade stroking the center seam of your tights.

It’s the barest of stimulation, and, given the situation, it should not be arousing you. The hardness of the metal is nothing like your toys at home. Even fingers and real body parts have never had the same unforgiving press like the weapon in his hand. Still, you feel your slick cooling against your core now that you’re exposed to the night air. As the tip of his blade draws upward, catching the delicate knit of elastic, it ripples and whirs. When it paused over your clit you let out a little sigh. You thought it would be too soft for either of them to hear, but they did.

Ghost stopped, a surprised huff falling from his mouth, like he can’t believe what he’s heard. Soap groaned behind you. He dropped his hand from your face. Instead, he drew you tighter to his chest, squeezing your breasts with both his muscled arms.

“Hear that Ghost?” Soap asked, nuzzling his face down to your ear.

With a flick of his blade, Ghost slashed open the front of your tights, exposing your soaked panties.

“Sure did,” he responded.

With another quick flick of his hand, Ghost flipped the large knife so that he could grip it by the blade. Now wielding the handle, he brought the warm grip up to rest against the gusset of your panties. You jumped at the sudden feeling, feeling a blush spread across your face. How embarrassing, you thought. Two strange men were having their way with you in an alleyway of all places, and you were enjoying it. You had to be sick, truly not right in the head. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from letting any other noises come out. You couldn’t let them know how this was really making you feel.

The grip on your waist tightened as Ghost began to saw the handle back and forth across the lace of your panties. Your slick had already soaked the fabric, leaving almost no friction in his cruel movements. You whined behind your teeth when he pulled the knife back, letting the blunt end of the grip draw up through your covered folds, bumping your clit as he pulled away.

You watched, stomach dropping, as he brought the handle up to his masked face. He gave the handle an audible sniff. He hummed behind the skull-print balaclava, eyes falling closed in pleasure, before pressing it to Soap’s mouth.

“Wet,” he said, low and simple, to the other man. You managed to turn your head up in time to see Soap stick out his tongue. He licked a fat stripe of your juices along the handle as his own saliva dripped from his mouth. “Think she like it,” he added, pulling the knife away before sliding it back into whatever hidden place he carried it.

“Think she likes us,” Soap sighed, eyes half closed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. He squeezed you in another lung-compressing hug, forcing a squeak from you. “Comm’on Si,” he said turning to look at Ghost with large, begging eyes. “Let’s keep this one. Just this once. Please?”

Ghost sighed in annoyance, but something in your gut knew it was just for show.

“Olright,” he said gruffly. “Just this once.”

#mw2 #ghost/soap/reader #ghost x soap x reader #ghoap x reader #starry writes #kinktober 2024 #call of duty #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #yeahhhh finally writing my own insane ghoap fic baybeee 😎#crazy how easy this was to write lmao #now i know why all the bitches (affectionate) gravitate to these two

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meltingmidas · 30 days ago

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Good Things Made of Leather

Pairing: (Stoner?) Bf!Mingi x Gf!Reader

CW: DomMingi/SubReader, devils lettuce use, pet play, reader is a freak and likes Mingi’s legs tehehe, thigh riding, shoe humping (I’m the freak), one (1) slap, mean! Mingi, degradation (reader rec.) oral play(?), facial, reader is dumb puppy, mean nicknames but also sweet ones. Soft and sweet ending. Soft Mingi. Please lmk what I missed!

WC: ~1.7K

Midas’s Notes: This is the longest thing I’ve ever written so far.. 🤩 I was like “Oh yeah let me just put a few of my kinks into this” I was a little too self indulgent and then I lost it lmao. I hope you guys enjoy reading as much as I did writing it! This was a little bit more difficult to write than the others, so PLEASE let me know what I can work on to make my fics better! Tell me what you love, hate, or anything really. Thank you so much for taking time to read, oh and happy Halloween! Be safe out there <3

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You couldn’t tear your eyes off of them. You were hypnotized. Yes, you were high with your boyfriend, so maybe that was to blame. Partly. But sitting in front of him gave you a perfect view, which did not help.

What was wrong with you?

You always knew you had a thing for your boyfriend’s legs. His shapely hips, muscular thighs, long legs. But when it comes to him sporting leather combat boots? You were done for. “Uhh.. Babe? You good?” A fuzzy voice reaches to the gutters of your mind, shaking your head slightly as you feel a big warm hand on your shoulder, finally tearing your eyes from his shoes to meet your boyfriend’s eyes. “Yeah Min, I’m good. This is stronger than the last strain you got. I think” you said with a smile. Mingi chuckles softly, a sheepish smile stretching his cheeks, “Just a little, I’m sorry I should’ve told you before, pretty.” The nickname sent shivers through you, it truly wasn’t helping with your.. problem. You watch as Mingi brought the half finished blunt to his lips, taking a long hit before he holds and exhales, leaning back into his seat and making sure to turn away from you as the smoke leaves his lungs. He passes it to you, which you happily comply. As you inhale the smoke, your eyes fall back down to shoes.

“Can we try that thing?” you start, “…huh?” Mingi huffs out. You feel your heavy lidded eyes slowly lower to his boots. “Can we try that thing, we talked about it yesterday night?” Mingi thinks for a second, before a hazy smile spreads across face, “Oh. You sure babe? You’re pretty high”. Without a second thought, you nod feverly. “I know, I’ve been thinking about this all day Mingi. Can we please try it?” You clasp your hands together and try to give him your best (high) puppy pout, “Pretty please Min?” You beg. You hear him chuckle and sigh lightly, as he stands to leave the room. He returns quickly, a black leather choker in his hands with two small rings and a big ring in the center. His sits back, spreading his legs wide as he pats his thigh, “C’mere pretty, this’ll look perfect on you” he says as he starts unbuckling the collar. You stand and, without being told to, start to strip your clothes, glancing to catch Mingi’s proud smirk and eyes adoring your body. Not too long after, you straddle his thighs, and lift your hair into a makeshift ponytail, baring your neck for your boyfriend to collar you. “Good girl~..you ready?”

…You were stripped of all clothes, while Mingi sported just his jeans and boots. As you slowly grind atop his muscular thigh, light moans and whines leaving your lips. “Fuck babe, so fuckin hot on me like this.” Mingi rasps out, one hand gripping around your neck and the other squeezing your waist. “Min- more please Mingi. Please I need you.” The hand occupying your neck slowly raises to your cheek, his cold rings sending chills onto your hot skin. You feel his thumb brush the bottom of your lip, slowly forcing his way into your mouth, past your teeth, onto your tongue. You gladly open wide, presenting canines and drool leaking off the tip of your tongue. “As long as I’m concerned, slut, puppies don’t speak.” You moan loudly, mind buzzing from feeling his thumb drag out of your mouth, ring and all grazing against the bottom row of teeth. Mingi moves to toy with your collar, slightly tugging on the center ring, bringing you an inch closer to him. “Be a good girl and bark.” Your eyes widen, your hands gripping his shoulders, suddenly aware of your surrounding and the effects of not only the weed; but your boyfriend. “B-but-“ he cuts you off with a harsh slap against your cheek, the sting bringing tears to your eyes but makes your pussy leak all over his ripped jeans. He brings you closer by your choker ring, feeling his breath against your lips.

“Bark.”

You let out a shaky breath, mind running in circles and your pussy dripping down his thigh. “woof..” you breathe out, but Mingi shakes his head. “No no no, that won’t do.” His eyebrow quirks up at you, a devilish grin blooms on his lips. “Maybe you need to be on your hands a knees, like a good dog”. A heavy shiver runs down your spine, as you feel your arms and legs moving before you can even think. You find sanctuary between his legs, caging you in eye level at his huge bulge. You look back up at him, eyes wide and pupils blown out full of lust. You watch as he slowly undoes his belt, reaching past his boxers to pull out his cock; swollen and pink with precum dripping at the tip. You unconsciously lick your lips, slowly leaning in towards his dick. You feel a hard hand grasp at your hair, yanking you back to your place. You whimper, eyes watering as you regain your balance. “Bad dog.” Mingi starts, “I don’t think you deserve this treat yet, pup.” You watch as a sadistic smile grows on his lips, “I wanna see you beg”. You let out a shakey breath, your eyes immediately falling to his black boots, your legs moving faster than your thoughts. You slowly start to drag your puffy pussy against it, the coolness of the leather making your clit twitch, small yips and whines mimicking ones of a dog. You hear a scoff from above you, and a soft groan. “Fuck, look at my little bitch in heat.” he moans out, slowly starting to fist his twitching cock. You whine loudly, putting more pressure grinding on his steel toed boots. You look up desperately at your boyfriend, arms now wrapped around his calf and your cheek resting on his knee, the sight makes your head fucking dizzy.

Blushed cheeks and a shit eating smirk, big vieny and ring clad hands jerking himself off. Just the sight made your hips sputter, a broken moan leaving your lips. Mingi then delicately moves your hair out of your face, caressing your cheek. “Does my pup like my boots?” He grunts out, watching you immediately nod and whine littles “yes’s”, grinding a little harder on him. You watch as he speeds up, his hazy eyes bouncing back and forth from your hips to your eyes. You loll out your tongue, Mingi automatically bringing he’s thumb to the muscle and rubbing circles onto it. “You feeling close pretty?” He questions and you nod, his finger never leaving your mouth. You speed up your hips, a loud whine leaving you as you angle yourself to bump your swollen clit perfectly. Mingi draws out a low moan, “Good girl..such a good girl using me” he huffs out as he brings his hand back to his cock, now using both his own hands to massage his swollen balls and play with his leaking head. You feel your lower abdomen tighten, eyes watering as you look up to him with pleading eyes. “Min- I’m gon-nnhn~” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you feel small snaps in your stomach, feeling high and floating as you cum, small black spots in your vision as you gush all over his boots. His whole shoe is soaked, you’re covered in your own arousal from the thighs down, sitting in a puddle or your own cum. You swear you black out for a second, but wake up the second you hear your boyfriend moan, “Fuck puppy, can’t wait- open for me pretty” he growls out as you open your mouth, drool leaving the corners while your tongue rolls out. It only takes him a few pumps before he squirts his cum all over your face, some reaching to your hairline down to your chin and neck. You swallow what landed in your mouth, licking around your lips to not waste any of your precious treat.

Mingi throws his head back, a huge yet satisfied sigh leaving his chest. “Fuck baby.. that was-“ he stops to chuckle, looking back down towards you and brings his hand to play with strands of your hair, and you finish for him, “so fucking good” you say as you smile tiredly. Mingi plucks a handful of tissues besides where he sat and gently wipes your face, making sure to get every last drop of cum off you before me moves to himself, tucking his softening cock back to his boxers. He leans down to rub your shoulders, “Let’s go get cleaned up, yeah? I’ll start a shower for you” he says as he stands, holding his hand out for yours. You take it, shakily standing with him. “You mean for us. Right?” You ask softly, earning yourself a small laugh from him, “Of course, pretty. And as beautiful as you look with it, let’s get this collar off you first, mkay?” He reaches around your neck, softly undoing the buckle and tossing it into his chair when it’s off. He gives the back of your neck a small squeeze before pulling you into a hug, arms wrapped around your waist, gently giving your neck kisses where the collar sat. “You did so well, baby. You’re so good to me” he whispers into your shoulder, before pressing a long kiss there. Your hands graze his hair, taking all his praise in. You give the side of his forehead a kiss, and pepper kisses around his pierced ears. “Thank you baby” you whisper. “I love you pretty”, you hear him murmur, as he lifts his head to give you a deep kiss, his tongue grazing your lip. You accept, skimming your tongue across his, deepening the sweet kiss. You’re the first to break the kiss, watching your boyfriend sport a pout on his face. You quietly laugh, “I love you more, Min. Now.. let’s go clean up before anything else happens.” You tease, rolling your eyes as soon as you see his eyes perk up. “Seriously Mingi. I can barely keep myself stand-MINGI!“ he cuts you off as he suddenly picks you up, carrying you bridal style as he starts to walk towards your shared bedroom, giving your forehead, nose, and lips a gentle kiss.

#ateez #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #song mingi #mingi #kpop #kpop smut

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untildawnss · 8 days ago

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sfw/nsfw ( either! ) Ud boys with a grunge/goth reader? 🫶🩷

okay, i've seen some goth! reader, so i'm gonna do (mostly fem) grunge-ish reader, some slight nsfw

i tried my best lmao

chris

kind of intimidated at first because he thinks you look way too cool for him

starts listening to your favourite songs and will buy albums to listen to with you in his car because you know that boy has a CD player in there for the vibes

will try to match your vibe, dyes his hair dark brown or black because he thinks blond looks too soft, hates it and then shaves it all off

will try the style for a few weeks but feels like it doesn't suit him and goes back to his regular style

will get a matching piercing with you, probably an industrial or conch

starts painting his nails because he thinks it's fun

really likes when you leave a lipstick trail on him, anywhere

josh

calls you emo all the time to annoy you

will buy shirts he thinks you'd like "for himself" because he hopes you'll wear them

will probably get tattoos with you and pretends to be in sooo much pain so you'll hold his hand

really loves when you do elaborate make up looks, especially with dark lipstick

gets his tongue pierced because he read somewhere that it feels nice during oral

the outfit stays on during sex, he's a sucker for thigh highs and ripping tights, loves when your make up is smudged after, he thinks its's so hot

matt

thinks it's super fun to be the jock dating an alt girlie, feels like he's in a romcom

(he definitely has older sisters) quality time for him is hanging out with you watching movies or listening to music and he'll be painting your nails, doing your make up or hair and then having you give him marks out of 10

will take you to concerts, even if he isn't super into the music, will insist you sit on his shoulders if you can only barely see the stage

has a lot of fun finding cool new jewellery for you, especially chokers because he's super into them

loves when you wear the chokers he buys you during sex

mike

is definitely into the same music you are into and knows bands you haven't heard of

makes you mixtapes and spotify playlists

has a guitar and sings, sometimes plays your favourite songs for you, might try to write a song for you

is actually the one stealing your clothes sometimes because he thinks it's funny when you complain that he has the same exact shirt in his closet

calls you the grunch if you wear something green

has tattooed himself and will tattoo you if you let him

probably (like josh) also super into you wearing thigh highs and boots in bed

will blast music during sex and try to match the beat sometimes

#josh washington #chris hartley #mike munroe #matt taylor #until dawn #until dawn headcanons

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lorebeth · 7 months ago

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Hey! Could you write a Blade x princess reader?

A princess like Aelin Galathynius from throne of glass. She’s a badass who used to be an assassin once and who wields fire power.

HIII I am so sorry this is so late I’ve been sick for 3 months and I literally lost all sense of reality for a while. BUT I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to keep the fire powers or not so I kept it as friendly as I could for any type of power! I hope that I wrote the reader well because if I’m being completely serious I had to search up Aelin Galathynius and I was NOT DISAPPOINTED!!! i was actually considering getting the novels so you’re literally a life saver! ANYWAYS I HOPE I MADE THIS WORTHWHILE AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST LOVELY!!

Blade x Princess! Reader

TW: Romantic (but can be read as platonic - just skip or ignore the dream part), kind of emotionally constipated reader..? War, blood, probably something incorrect in there lmao…

Sword fighting came to you easily. Your powerful strikes are full of precision and poise, your stance is always perfect and agile as well as your sharp mind. Your reaction time in battle was excellent and you were extremely proud of yourself.

You had to learn your cutthroat style from a young age, it’s a kill or be killed world and the only way to protect yourself was to become the predator, the top of the food chain. You also need extremely tentative wording and persuasive language to get information, as well as a keen eye for what is beneath the surface of every turmoil or hidden threat in one’s words.

This is your last mission. With a certain childhood friend at your back supporting you all throughout your younger and teen years, you know very well this could be the last you see of him.

But he wasn’t an idiot, you both understood that much.

As you both crouched and huddled under the cover of a bush - your bag of magical artifacts attached to your right thigh - you couldn’t help but realise how easy this was. It was extremely suspicious and you had to ask your companion for advice.

“You know what I’m going to say to you.” you whispered.

He chuckled, his rich laugh contrasting with his disheveled and dirty clothing. As much as the throne was your birthright, he also deserved luxuries you both could only dream of outside of a world of stealing. His hair was tied up in a high ponytail and your family’s medallion was attached as a brooch on his right chest strap. His trousers hung low and were stained with mud, his boots carrying a dagger in them. He turned to face you, golden eyes stalking your figure, you didn’t want to meet his yet.

“I think we should use our distraction.” his voice hoarse and unused. You both ran out of water preparing magical components at the base of the city and nearly two days staking out the perfect time to strike. The Rebels were planted in the lower and abandoned parts, ready for the signal.

You’ve been through worse however, this was child’s play compared to the gruesome training you forced upon yourself.

“Mm. Any last words, Blade?” you turned to look into his piercing eyes. They held broken shards of who he used to be, the child with big dreams and the broken promises he was gifted instead.

He grabbed your hand, gently raising the back of your gloved hand to his lips, kissing it. He slowly slid the black scarf over his nose again and squeezed your hand softly once. He would be at your side until the end.

You couldn’t help smile to yourself. Blade was your best friend, always at your beck and call, he knew you were never going to give up on him and he in turn never gave up on you.

Sometimes there’s a dream that almost haunts you at the peacefulness and domesticity it promises. It’s you with Blade in a beautiful bedroom, the light shining in and the wind blowing softly through the soft, pearl-coloured balcony curtains. The room covered in soft greens and faint reds that remind you of beautiful flowers. The silk bedsheet feeling blissful on your back as you stare up at Blade sleeping, his nose scarred and you always end the dream by running your fingers gently over it and kissing his nose, never getting past that scene.

It haunted you and you hated it, but fuck would you do anything for that moment to be reality. As much as you didn’t have time for romance in a fight for the throne, you could only crave it like how a force as powerful and chaotic as fire depends on something vital as oxygen to keep it alive, stronger than ever.

Of course you’d never tell him that though, it’s better for things to be left unsaid; especially in war. You took off yours and his masks, cupping his face gently. You’d never tell him how you felt, but actions always speak louder than words. You stared at him and pressed your lips against his cheek, inches away from his lips. You place his mask back on gently and he does the same for you.

“Are you ready?”

“I’ll follow you to the ends of the world if it means you are happy.”

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It was a fucking massacre. Blood on the walls, the curtains torn and glass windows shattered. Swords thrown haphazardly into all directions on the floor and half of the city glowing blue and white due to the “distraction” in the lower parts of the city. Whoever thought it was a good idea for Illegal Blue Flame Charms was on something as it wasn’t in the plan. You were trying to take back your city, not destroy it to fucking cinders. But you digress, you need to find the King.

As you stalk through the sinister hallways your boots make crunching sounds on the glass shards. You didn’t bother making your arrival quiet, you didn’t need to because the King already knew you were here, just like you promised.

“Well. I’ll be damned.” A cough erupted from a corner of darkness. The voice hauntingly familiar even through the strain and coughing fit.

He didn’t deserve to get a reply, after slaughtering your parents and exiling their only daughter lucky enough to escape, the promise you made that day would finally come true. You would get your Kingdom back and murder the one who endangered your people, taxed them to nothingness and celebrated the death of two brilliant parents and rulers.

As you raised your hand, you felt the familiar heat and energy in your palm, your fingertips glowing that lovely colour you’ve grown to adore. The blue of the outside fire and destruction was weak compared to the light emitting from your hand, and you landed the final blow. After years of trauma and terror, running away and the fear of being caught… you’ve never felt safer.

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The citizens - your people - adored you. Obviously, anyone would be better than the Dictator who was their last leader but you were their true heir, the one best fit to take control over the Kingdom again.

The first thing you did after you killed the King was find Blade. He was a skilled swordsman but even he wasn’t untouchable. He was injured and on the brink of passing out when you found him. He knew you had won and immediately fell on his knees to congratulate and bow down to you, a smirk on his face and blood trickling down the left side of his head, making him close his eye to stop it trickling into it. There was a cut on his nose now, that’ll scar for sure.

You had appointed him as your Head Guard and crowned him the highest honours you could bestow upon a man. He might as well have been a King himself.

Standing in your old bedroom, you made your way to the balcony watching over the city. The sun was setting and everything was gorgeous hues of golds and pinks.

The rebuilding of the city was going smoothly and no civilians were critically injured due to the Blue Flame Charms set around the different parts of the city, only the abandoned buildings were gone and could be easily replaced with new homes, markets and trading ports. Taxes that were stupid had been reset and everyone could finally breathe without having to rely on Loan Sharks or crime to live and support their families. Those who had lost their jobs and homes had been invited to the Castle and given jobs to help repair, as well as given food and water for their families. The old were taken to spare rooms and wherever someone could take them in. The Kingdom was working together better than ever before and it was all thanks to you and the rebels.

“What are you thinking about?” The voice of your Head Guard questioned. You turned around and smiled at him. You had changed your clothes and so did he, he was gorgeous with new clothing, better hygiene, nicely combed hair, beautiful brooches on his straps and delicate embroidered roses on his coat. His outfit was composed of blacks, dark greens and the blood reds from his roses.

“You.” He looked unimpressed.

“Sure.” He came to stand beside you on the balcony of your childhood bedroom, staring ahead as you continue to eye him.

“You know I wouldn’t have known what to do if I had lost you.” you whisper, the words holding a deeper meaning. His head turned in your direction, still not making eye contact with you. The sunset was illuminating his face and every scar, blemish and bandage on his face made him even more godly than before.

“Don’t look at me like that.” he turned to stare at you now, his eyes pleading. You smiled at him and laughed.

“A dear friend once told me, ‘I’ll follow you to the ends of the world if it means you are happy.’ I think he was right.” His laugh was pure and he embraced you.

The tears in your eyes stung and you felt all your panic and anxiety over the years slip, even if the trauma would be there forever you felt safe enough to forget about pain and misery in his arms.

“I am forever with you, Y/N. As your Head Guard, your Consultant and most importantly, your friend.” He kissed the top of your head sweetly and you couldn’t help sob happily as you laid in the safest arms of all.

___________________________

(Romantic: if you don’t want romance and only platonic I suggest ending it there. Thanks!)

You approached the man sat on the balcony step, circling your arms around his shoulders and pulling him back into your open arms, him coming into contact with your chest and sighing deeply.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like my hugs?” You teased.

“I hate that you don’t take me seriously.” He stated blandly. You look down at him confused. What’s he on about?

“What are you talking about? If I thought you were a joke you wouldn’t be my Head Guard, or in my arms for that matter.” you offered him a teasing smile and squeezed him a little harder.

“What I mean is you don’t take my advances seriously.” he scoffed.

What.

“Advances? What exactly have you done that was in a ‘courting fashion’?” you might as well have been given a blank piece of paper and sent out to go shopping because what fucking advances has he given you?

He turned around to face you and he had an exasperated expression, going through all 5 stages of grief trying to explain himself to you, “Y’know.. I gave you my last dessert. And I held you last week.” you stared at him blankly.

“You gave me your half-eaten pudding and you pushed me off the street into a muddy puddle because a carriage was driving by. The carriage wasn’t even close to the side walk may I add.” he sighed again and stared ahead, acting like a neglected child.

You laughed and soon your entire body couldn’t stop shaking at how hard you were laughing, Blade was still sulking in your arms and that made you stop momentarily.

“You know, those advances may not be, traditional per say… but it’s the thought that counts. And I might add, I’ve also been wanting you to court me too.” you finished with one of your hands cupping his cheek and the other holding onto his arm.

“I had great advances.” he deadpanned.

With the biggest eye roll you could muster, you leaned in gently, allowing him to have a moment to decide whether he wanted to kiss you too or back out. When he didn’t move you got a little confused, opting to back out.

He slowly inclined his head forward and with a excited smile you leaned in the full way, lips pressing against his. At first you did all the movements and set the pace, letting Blade adapt to the kiss.

His hands snaked around your waist and the wrist of the hand that was cupping his face. He soon felt you pull away from the kiss for air and he took the opportunity to kiss your wrist gently. His eyes piercing yours once again.

“My chosen protector, my closest companion and my heart, will you stay with me forever, until death do us part?” you asked, suddenly feeling all emotions you could possibly think of in that small silence overtaking your senses. You felt nervous but excited and you felt yourself trembling all in one.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” he smiled.

istg I had whooping cough or smth wtf

#honkai star rail #blade x reader #hsr blade #blade honkai #blade hsr #honkai #x reader #x princess reader

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dragimalsdaydreams · 4 months ago

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[image ID: two images of Nekomata from Zenless Zone Zero.

the first image is Nekomata's official splash art, depicting a slightly tan girl in a red/black outfit with white/yellow accents, posing with her hand up like a paw. she has large cat ears and long, black hair pulled into a pony-tail. she has two mechanical tails, each with glowing blue bases, and surrounded by a bundle of thick black fur where they attached on her hips. she's wearing a halter top thing that evokes something like a white kimono on the bust, and a red qipao on the waist, with exposing hip cut-outs. red/black, detached sleeves are latched just below her shoulders, with a "peasant-sleeve" shape that flares wide before pinching into the cuff at the wrist. she's also wearing short, puffy black shorts, and black thigh-high tights. her red/black, mechanical boots are blocky and shin-guarding, with high-heels and toes that evoke cat paws.

the second image is a cartoony drawing of Nekomata as a cat furry, with a full coat of black fur, cat-like paws and legs, and a fully feline head. her outfit is similar to the original, but the top is now a white, short-sleeved shirt evoking the kimono style, with a red, qipao-like corset hugging the waist, exposing some of her fluffy waist above the shorts. the shorts are now red, and some of the white/yellow accent colors have been shuffled around the outfit. one of her tails has an organic, fluffy base, and both tails now have glowing red/yellow tips instead of glowing bases.

end ID]

I got this one done quicker than usual, I guess I had a strong image for Nekomata in my head

a few design notes below the cut~

since we don't have much lore abt her yet, I tentatively made up some lore for her design. I'm working with the idea that her tails are the result of an accident that amputated much of her original tail, but when she got a prosthetic, she asked for an extra one too. for funsies <3. though the barcode on her forehead suggests potentially more sinister, exploitative origins, but that's all in the air rn. I decided to just ignore it bc it's difficult to incorporate that design onto fur, but if it does end up being relevant, let's just assume that you'll see it if u shave her forehead lmao

I went back and forth on keeping the blue for her tail tips. I couldn't decide if it was an interesting point of contrast, or if blue clashed with the rest of her color palette. after some discussion with friends, we came to the decision that the blue distracts the eyes too much from the main body, so now the color matches the rest~

#nekomata zzz #nekomiya mana #zenless zone zero #furry #cat furry #zzz

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leejenowrld · 2 months ago

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oooh!!! and (unrelated to the previous question 🙈) how would you describe your fashion style? any pic references? 🙈 my bet is on black clothes but your blog theme is princess/pink 🤭

ahhh i love this question!! i can add some pic references. they’re obviously not me but they’re very similar to how i dress

like everything else in my life, my style is very dependent on the vibe and the mood. i defo do dress in darker color’s, maybe not all black but a lot of earthy tones like brown and green. but only for casual, every day kinda fits

i can definitely go all out. if we’re going on a date and i know it’s to somewhere where i need to dress up and doll myself up, i will do a full face (i love love love makeup and glamming myself up) and i will wear brighter colors! cute colors. my dress style can be quite slutty and princess like lmao, i’m not even gonna lie. it never used to be like that but i grew confidence and i’m a gym girly so!! i love love love really short skirts, knee high boots, mini dresses, showing my thighs and boobs off. anything that makes me feel sexy

update — it’s difficult to find photos as pinterest keeps giving me photos that aren’t photos but links?? i have some and they’re not the best but if you want a rough idea of the style and vibe then here we go, these will give you a similar idea (i haven’t included my casual fit pics cus photos similar were too hard to find)

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sorchasolas · 1 year ago

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More Alani (& Zenel)

+ Some odd facts about them at the bottom of the post

• Zenel, in the Cognitive realm, walked through Taln’s scar & now he refuses to move (too much) because “red looks good on me”

•Alani heard one of the other Highspren call Zenel “Zenny” and she will NEVER let him live it down

•if you look closely, his Cognitive realm form has abnormally long hair

• Alani has met most of the maincast but not in a “had an actual interaction with them” way but in a “Nale asked me to stalk these people so im standing 10 meters away hiding in a bush” way

•Alani bonded Zenel when she was 10. That’s it thats all i got of her backstory so far LMAO

(Edit: this isn’t important but she has knee-high (just above the knee actually?) leather boots that match her gloves. Ehehehehehehe)

[Image ID: a concept board, consisting of two drawings of Alani and two, lesser drawings, of her spren Zenel. The main focus of the canvas is a drawing of Alani from mid-thigh up. She’s wearing a blue, uniform reminiscent high collared shirt with long leather gloves, a long beige scarf wrapped around her waist and pinned to her shoulders— which, independent of the rest of the drawing, blow in the wind— and stiff black pants. She wears her gold and silver aquamarine earrings, her buttons and the pins holding the scarf in place matching the light, dusty shade of gold. Her black hair is tied up in tight twin braids that fall to her waist, her pale yellow eyes looking down on something- or someone. Her left hand is extended, reaching towards her half summoned Shardblade. The second drawing is a bust of an older Alani, her black hair loose. She wears an indistinct brown cloak. She has two magically induced scars— one above her left eye, the other under her right. Her Oldblood tattoo seems to be gone from her features, a dustier complexion and harder expression in it’s place. She either isn’t wearing her earrings or it’s hidden behind her hair. The third drawing is a small depiction of Zenel as he is in the Cognitive realm, the stars within his silhouette cast in a red nebula. The final drawing is him in Shardblade form, with a sharp pommel and large, circular crossguard with semi-intricate designs within it. Stars are etched into the beginning of the blade. The second Zenel drawing is labelled in handwritten script, “ZenelBlade!!” With a marker of “5’6” next to the blade. The first Zenel drawing, in the same writing style, is simply marked “Zenel!” The first Alani drawing has two writing groups next to it, the first saying “Like 26” in regards to her age, and the second, much more lengthy, reads “Will get mildly mad if you compare her shirt to Kholin uniforms-“ with an arrow pointing to a second text group- “Not because she doesn’t like Kholins but because she finds it stupid a family gets to claim ownership of a color.” Next to the second Alani drawing, it’s marked “Timeskip (30)” and “rushed.” /.End ID]

#stormlight archive #cosmere #the stormlight archive #stormlight ocs #Alani!#RAHHHHHH #I LOVE THEM #my ocs #oc art #oc stuff #THAT TOOK SO LONG TO ID #LMAO

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ofthecaravel · 9 months ago

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I’ve been thinking long and hard about how Girl Van Fleet’s stage outfits would compare to Guy Van Fleet, but tbh I don’t think they would be that different.

Jos:

She would wear the same jumpsuits as Josh, but part way through the show she changes into a sparkly white dress with a floor length flowing skirt so she can twirl around. The tops of her outfits would still be super open cut and it has to take a lot of clothing tape to keep her boobs from falling out. She usually doesn’t wear shoes, but she has a pair of embellished white slip ons (just like Josh’s) for when she goes to the b-stage and to the barrier.

Janie:

She would absolute rock in Jake’s black cropped sparkly jacket. Underneath she has sparkly black bra. Instead of the pants, though, she would go for a matching mid thigh length skirt and fishnet stockings. Of course she also has the Chelsea boots (which are sparkly)

Sammi:

She would look awesome in Sam’s red outfit. Instead of having a suit jacket, she would have a sports bra like top with a thin strap on her right shoulder and a full sleeve with a wing for her left sleeve. She would have a red stone in her belly button piercing. Her bottom would either be a pair of short shorts or a short skirt. She would complete the look with a pair of knee height high heel boots. The whole outfit is red and sparkly and she looks like a ruby.

Dani:

I think she would look good in Danny’s outfit with the sparkly silver mesh and gray scarf across her chest, and tbh I don’t think she would change much about it. She would wear the top as is. Same as Jos, it would take a lot of work to make sure her boobs stay in place. Instead of the white pants, she’d go with a pair of white short shorts. As a drummer, she’s gotta have practical shoes, so she wears a pair of sparkly white vans with her outfit.

it is TRULY so satisfying to know there are people who fully 100% understand my girls 😭😭 like literally zero fucking notes, you nailed it, down to the littlest details like jos' outfit change and the boob tape for her and dani lmao. my favorite details are sammis one sleeve wing jacket (i wanna draw that) and janie being in anything black and sparkly. bravo

#oooooo you all wanna send me your girl van fleet outfit suggestionsssssssss #THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS #obsessed #girl van fleet

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totalfknloser · 8 months ago

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Zakk with a croquette fem!reader headcannons??? 👀

i’m ASSUMING you meant coquette?? as in the aesthetic?? i really hope you did cause i’m gonna answer it like this cause i have no clue what else this would mean lmao and im also using google for reference of a coquette fit so if anything seems wrong forgive me!! 😭 anyways mix of smut and non smut

x. ☠︎︎ .x

⛧ Zakk would LOVE ruining you while you look all cute n pretty! like giving you facials while you’re in your cutest outfit! your hair would be messy but you’d still look real cute in such a sweet outfit with such a pretty fucked out cum covered face

⛧ tbh i think Zakk would probably give you money just so you can go look cute n pretty for him but idk idk

⛧ the cuteness of your outfits and your looks would absolutely FEED zakks possible corruption kink (i feel like he would have one tbh) like for example he would say stuff like “i love how i’ve turned you into my little fuck toy. you were so cute and innocent looking before i ruined you.” while fucking you in like a baby pink mini skirt and white thigh highs with matching pink bows while your eyes roll back into your head for example

⛧ Zakk would secretly love the whole opposite aesthetic thing. like he would be all alternative with loads of satanic imagery, explicit images on his ripped shirts, thick black platformed boots, etc while you’re super cute in a short pastel colored dress with light socks and pretty mary jane shoes!!

⛧ Zakk would also like to have your hair be in a ponytail with bows/some sort of cute hair accessory and your face covered with pretty light makeup while he fucks your throat till you’re almost passed out. as i said, he loooooves the corruption <33

⛧ LMAO i feel like if zakk ever posted you and him online like tiktok for example people would make fun of him and praise you and be like “always the ugliest men with the prettiest girls” or “why do hot girls always go for metalheads” or whatever ORRR MAYBE LIKE 50/50 IDK i feel like they would also be like “goddamn pretty lady AND pretty man?? sign me uppp” shit like that! i can’t decide lol

⛧ a question but do you guys think that zakk would fuck his coquette girlfriend/whoever she is to him to like whatever she listens to like lana del rey or smth or STRICTLY metal? i feel like if you forced him to pound you to lana del rey or whoever isn’t metal, he would secretly DEPISE it but oh you’d look so pretty and so good while he rails you he just couldn’t say no

⛧ okay i refuse to realize zakk doesn’t have a very tiny and small soft side for his girl like he would let you do his nails or make something on him look pretty as much as you’d have to BEG him but if someone mentioned it he would punch them in less than a second lmao

x. ☠︎︎ .x

okay that’s it pretty please please please tell me if anything’s wrong or you want more or anything please i actually love writing this stupid shit PLEASE give suggestions or ideas

#deathgasm #zakk deathgasm #smut

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teeth-and-tea · 2 years ago

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Vash!Plant Engineer HdCns Because My Day Job Is ACTUAL Tech Installations

Sup I'm just the local GNC gay tech installer and when someone was like "Vash as a plant engineer!!!" I loved it because this is something I can ACTUALLY contribute to. Engineers and installers/mechanics are different careers and do different things but the image I see is closer to my job than people think lmao

He started wearing black because he kept forgetting sharpies and pens in his pockets when tossing his clothes in the washer. They all started out in white T-shirts and alas, they never stay that way

He knows EXACTLY how long his index finger is and the length of the middle part of his finger (trying to get to a tape measure when it's on the otherside of the site and you forgot it? Improv time but you still want to be mostly accurate) (my middle bit of the index finger is 1 1/4 inches long)

Box and wire cutters are part of the FIT you don't UNDERSTAND

No he doesn't need to collect those extra screws and bolts but WHAT IF ANOTHER SITE NEEDS THEM??? Doesn't matter that he already has a gallon container of those exact screws YOU NEVER KNOW. (His pockets are ALWAYS full of nuts and bolts and screws, even though if he squats sometimes they stab his leg)

Has one (1) pair of good work boots and always forgets to wear them because converse and high tops are so COMFY

You look through his suitcase and there will be more pairs of socks than literally any other combo of clothing (going commando is less of a hassle and less disgusting than wearing the same pair of sweaty icky gross crusty socks 2 days in a row)

"My safety glasses is just squinting" - An OSHA regulator's ghost comes back just to smack him

Will eat food with the nastiest dirtiest hands alive and forget about it

Speaking of: his hands are ROUGH. Dry as a goddamn BONE. He has a singular travel sized hand lotion bottle in his pack out and he always forgets about it. Can always open a jar of pickles tho.

No one believes this IS the guy they called because "youre so young" "you just don't look like a-" "is this your first time" etc etc etc and he carries around a special laminated card on a string just to prove who he is

His packout is composed of whole SETS of tools in their appropriate cases but never actually organized in there, so they rattle around like the Devil's Baby Toy. Also holds 2 spare sets of the most tangled, atrocious headphones you've ever seen in your LIFE

His most precious tool is a 12-in-one screwdriver that he can just exchange out the heads for to get what he needs immediately. No you cannot use his. Yes it has paint on it to signify its his. Yes he loses it all the time, but no it also never leaves his pockets. It has legs of its own and he KNOWS its trying to run away he just KNOWS.

Always smells like oil and burning metal and sawdust (maybe?)

The little click a wire makes when connected is SO satisfying

WILL curse the ghosts of people who over-engineered A Thing so bad it'll break if you so much as sneeze at it

Talks to himself or his Big Sisters to figure out a problem

Gets really excited about matching tool sets and WILL talk about them for a WHILE with other tool heads (becomes a beloved Hononary Grandson and Nephew to SO MANY old guys)

HATES IT WHEN SOMEONE BUILDS SMTH AND MIXES METRIC AND IMPERIAL MEASUREMENTS IN THEIR BUILD LIKE WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL LIKE THATS DOUBLE THE WEIGHT IN TOOLS DO YOU FUCKIN-

His back is SHIT but his thighs are AMAZING

Anyways, hope this helps!

#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun vash #trigun au #Plant Engineer Vash #Engineer Vash #vash the stampede #fanfic writing prompt #writing prompt #cauldron burn and cauldron bubble

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localgirlbecomesobsessed · 1 month ago

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The things you do for a date

ITS HEIST TIME

heist time turned kind of spooky and Xena is having an unfun time and Romeo is done with life. This actually turned a bit horror lmao

part one

Leo x Xena

something something something...thinking about how rich people used to eat mummified bodies.

warning:violence,detail of injury,kind of cannibalism?

Xena took a deep breath to steady herself as she smoothed out the emerald dress Romeo had forced her in. It was a simple slip dress that slitted at both sides, revealing toned thighs and Xena’s heavy scars, earning looks she’d rather ignore and is meant to ignore as Kaito retied the laces of her knee high boots.

How Romeo convinced Kaito to play the role of servant she doesn’t know…but she does know he’s enjoying this a little bit too much.

“Kaito; see if you can get any info from the others, just in case we missed something.”

Xena hissed out at him, subtlety yanking her leg away. The blonde haired man pouted at her but followed her instruction as she grabbed a flute of what she’s hoping to be wine, the server carrying the plate of drinks eagerly started talking to kaito as the two disappeared into the sea of people walking into the ballroom, Kaito giving the excuse he needed to get his mistress her favourite dessert…

Xena walked through the huge hall, narrowly avoiding the dancing dolls swirling around her as she aimed her direction to the stage, pretending to be like the many people who seemed to be extremely weirdly estactic for the hypnotist…she was more excited to see Romeo flop on stage.

It was still the beginnings of the party, people still filing in as she found a quiet place to sit. Angling herself in the corner nearest one of the huge windows in order to get a better view of the both the eerie stage and the row of mausoleums at the back of the mansions gardens.

There were five mausoleums and two of them were painted a light gray, the other three black with golden doors. The last one with the golden door was meant to be the entrance to the underground hopefully-not-dungeon but just storage basement that holds the anomaly artefact.

She had to wait for Romeo’s show to start and for him to give the signal before she can actively explore, the plan was for Kaito to wait with her until the signal is given and then he’d meet them at the rendezvous area.

If all goes to plan...

“Mistress, I brought you the chocolate covered strawberries.”

Xena raised an eyebrow as Kaito handed her the hugest bowl of strawberries, he grinned sheepishly at her as he sneakily took one for himself as he leaned against her chair, they probably seemed too causal for a master and servant but she didn’t care that much.

“You’re enjoying this.”

Kaito laughed lightly as he took the bowl off of her, holding it so the two can munch on their snack, he shrugged shyly as he grabbed her another drink.

“They say a secret party happens in the mausoleums, they’re not sure which one but apparently the organiser and his husband send special invitations that tells you which mausoleum to get into…”

Xena frowned as she looked around the many invitees who cheerfully chatted with eachother, she needed to get one of those invites…knowing her luck she’s going to walk right into the party grave.

Her own faked invite was mustard coloured with small golden doves above her name, she flipped it over trying to see if there’s some sort of clue of how they differentiate between the special and the normal invites when a passing group’s gossip was overheard.

“Oh Diana, getting a plain pink invite well I would just die, see Nancy got the special invite and I got the prestigious one…”

She whipped her head at Kaito, taking a deep breath as she slid into the group.

“Oh my Diana it’s been so long, it’s me Cassandra do you remember?”

She forced on a huge smile as she went in for a cordial hug and awkward kiss of the cheek, Diana forced by social convention to awkwardly pretend she recognises the girl before her. A forced strained smile on her face as she turned to her group.

“Everyone this is Cassandra! It’s really been such a long time!”

The group turned to look at her, eyes hungrily eating up the sight of the fake aristocrat, Xena smiled as she greeted each and everyone of them, already feeling exhausted from the group of seven as each demanded a hug, they all glanced at Kaito ignoring him as Xena gestured for him to follow behind.

“Darling, you must tell us what colour your invitation is, the lowest has to volunteer to get on stage with the dreamy hypnotist-he’s a professional you know!”

They all laughed cheerfully with no actual emotion underneath it, they reminded her of blank dolls with nothing under their surfaces. The three men all had the black tuxes, one was bedazzled with diamonds and rubies, the other was a black velvet and the last one had a dark green trim all around his suit with a matching shirt. The women all had backless black dresses that matched with the men…except one, Diana, the one with the plain pink invite, she had an extravagant golden dress with golden chains and silver swords swinging down the back, it was deep plunged with bat winged arms and it seemed heavy, she stood out and was in both Xena’s and Kaito’s words ‘extremely hot.’

“Mines, mustard with doves…”

She held it up between two fingers as the others sighed in disappointment.

“I guess Diana will be the volunteer.”

The man with green trimmings said, disappointment and jealousy dripping off his words as he glanced at the woman.

“Hmm I guess so, how entertaining.”

Diana chimed out, popping her fan out as she cooled herself. Xena inwardly squealed at the movement; it was just like what they did in her manhwas, Diana looked at them with amusement as she twirled around, the rest eagerly following as they strode to hypnotists area. They all had to get out their invites to sit at the front, apparently the invites all have levels to them, she just hopes she has the right one.

She checked over the ones everyone held out, in case there was a clue or a clear sign as to what colour was the special invite, she had an inkling but she had to see the others before she swapped hers.

Two of the men had green ones, the other had a blood red one; obviously Diana had pink; the prestigious invite was the mustard with the doves; the other two also had green ones and the one that was meant to have the ‘special invite’, had a plain white one which was actually just the basic invite and Xena had to watch as she got turned away. Her supposed friends all walked off ignoring the woman who demanded to speak to a manager as she proclaimed it was special.

Xena held back as she looked around as the other guests who all had the same white invites went into the places behind them. The ballroom had been swiftly converted into a seating hall, everyone in their seats with a drink in hand as they waited patiently for the hypnotist.

Diana swished her way back to them, noticing Xena straggling behind as she wrapped a hand around her with an iron grip, dragging a surprised Xena as Kaito hurriedly followed them. The others gaped at her as Diana forced her to sit closely next to her, to the point they were basically sharing one seat, Diana traced a finger lightly over Xena’s scar smiling flirtatiously at her as she leaned in close to a flustered Xena.

“You don’t know me do you?”

Xena dropped her face into its usual one of indifference, the act of a too friendly acquaintance being thrown away as the women chuckled at her. She could've kept up the act but honestly undercover work wasn't quite for her.

“Don’t worry, you’re far too interesting to stop talking to now~how bout we find somewhere more private to talk?”

She had brought her hand further up, Xena gently grabbed it as she smiled apologetically at the lady.

“You’re a very very and I mean this with all my heart, very attractive person, isn’t that right K?”

She gestured to Kaito who had been watching the ordeal with an extreme flush covering his ears, face and neck. He began nodding enthusiastically as the woman sighed in disappointment.

“I'm sensing a but...can I guess what it is Angel?...You have a partner.”

Xena nodded, brushing her hand against Leo’s necklace with a slight smile.

“I have a partner.”

The woman smiled before leaning away, taking her hand back as she pointed at Kaito.

“Does he have a partner?”

Xena cracked up as Kaito leaped at the chance to tell Diana that he definitely didn’t have a partner, his enthusiasm not lost on Diana as she chuckled in amusement as she slid Kaito her number, winking as Xena settled properly into the chair next to her; sipping her drink as her phone buzzed erratically.

Romulus: IS THIS A DATING SHOW? BBD GET HIM UNDER CONTROL.

She grimaced as she looked up and met Romeo’s furious gaze, Kaito gulping as he paused in conversation and physically paling at Romeo catching them.

“Hmmm I thought he was single.”

Diana whispered to Xena.

“It’s uh-complicated.”

Diana raised an eyebrow before looking back at the woman who kicked off about her basic invitation-who was now sat at the front of the cut off point for the basic invites with a glare of pure fury aimed at Diana, who sighed before nodding in understanding.

“I get it…”

She reached out and squeezed Kaito’s arm in sympathy, who feigned tears as he thanked his new goddess.

Xena ended up switching chairs with him as he begged to talk to Diana the breezy hall ran a chill down Xena's back as she did so, the woman pausing in conversation as her gaze flickered between the two.

“You two are quite different to the usual crowd that comes here, it’s lovely.”

Diana gestured happily to the two of them as she brushed a hand across Kaito’s blushing cheek. Her kind eyes gazed at him in admiration, she had deep brown eyes that you could melt into and long red braided hair that she had tied intricately with tiny golden skulls and butterflies clipped on each braid, she had a dark emerald eyeshadow that made her eyes stand out and she had golden bangles running up her arms with tattoos hidden underneath them, brown skin shining beautifully, she really was a vision, even Romeo couldn’t help glancing back repeatedly as he seemed to check Diana out.

“It’s actually our first time here believe it or not! We were told we just had to see what was in the mausoleums~!” •_•

She couldn’t force herself to smile but made sure to keep the enthusiasm clear in her voice as Kaito silently agreed with her, Diana’s eyes shone as she grasped their hands, pulling them both in as she glanced around to make sure no one was watching.

“Speak no more, we can go after the show, I can only take one of you with me but I’ll let them know that your invitation has been upgraded!”

She spoke excitedly, running a thumb over Kaito’s knuckles.

“That would be amazing, Kaito could go with you right! I’ll go in afterwards.” ^_^

At least someone could keep an eye on Diana, how does she have so much influence to the point she could change the levels…she wasn’t on their dossier of the family who’s organised it. Plus, from the way the others spoke she had the lowest level of invites among them...

“Wow! Really shgsgsgss ahem…. Thank you Miss.Diana!”

Kaito’s blush never disappeared as he went all gooey eyed at Diana, who’s attention got turned to the stage as the lights began to dim and Romeo confidently and slowly strides onto the stage.

“Welcome one and all, to a night of mystery…”

A puff of smoke boomed around Romeo as he got swiftly replaced by the actual hypnotist. Smoke surrounded the stage before dramatically being blown away as Romeo was revealed on to be sat elegantly on a tilted throne. The hypnotist bowed before him as he faced the audience, the hypnotist started the show bringing randoms on stages which of course included Diana as he made them pretend to be duck, ballerina and such.

Romeo was his unmoving assistant, correcting and bossing the hypnotist about as he explained and worked the room with the science behind hypnotism. It was actually quite fun watching the hypnotist shake in his boots under Romeo’s watchful eyes, their plan was to get the room under their control, find one of the family members (who are meant to be sitting at the front) and get them to lead them to the mausoleum or for them to be brought on stage and Romeo will swipe the key, if the hypnotist fails then at least they have Diana as a backup plan.

If all else fails Romeo will cause a distraction and Kaito and Xena will make a run for it during the commotion.

They had a multitude of plans that they’re hoping they’re not going to have to run through but…

As the hypnotist worked the room, now involving everyone in his tricks, they couldn’t help but notice not one family member was there. The hypnotist called for them to come forward only for an attendant to run onto the stage whispering something in his ear, both Romeo and the hypnotist frowning from the news.

“Well it seems our dear rulers for this evening started their private festivities early, I’ll need…some different volunteers, you girl come forward.”

Diana cheered as he dramatically beckoned Xena to join him, who just sighed in disinterest as she got up and made her way to the stage.

He placed a blindfold on her and placed her next to Romeo, claiming he’ll make them swap minds through just the sound of a gong. Now the hypnotist doesn’t know they knew eachother, only seeing Romeo’s face when he came to blackmail him, so it’d be amusing to see how he’d go about it.

“Oh!! Im terribly jealous how exhilarating!!”

Diana proclaimed as the hypnotists eyes gleamed in self satisfaction as his eyes raked over her figure.

“Then my queen, how about you do it instead, with myself of course.”

He snatched the blindfold off Xena as he attempted to seductively wrap it around Diana, the woman couldn’t help giggling at the hypnotists obvious ploy to flirt with her, enjoying every bit of attention as the crowd gasped at the dramatics of it all.

“It seems the owners have secret parties in our targeted area…”

Xena murmured to Romeo, who slightly nodded as he crossed his legs haughtily.

“They’re not here so the bastards have probably started early.”

She continued as she leaned slightly on the chair’s arm.

“We have a way in, the hot lady has a special invite.”

Romeo’s eyes flitted to hers as he slightly nodded, a quirk of a smile flickered on his face before falling.

“Good work BB.”

Xena tried not to preen under the small bit of praise, she had begun to highly respect Romeo as they continued to work together…he was tenacious in what he wanted and slightly insane, not only that but the way he perseveres despite how painful things can get was inspiring. Sometimes when her leg injury acts up she can barely get out of bed, it was encouraging to see how he continues on despite everything.

Kaito awkwardly sat in the crowd, as he tried to concentrate on the show, which was quite entertaining if not annoying how he also had to sit front row to the show of Romeo and Xena chatting it up. He tried to swallow the bitter ball of jealously that kept trying to rise up…it was bad enough she was with Leo, now she’s all buddy-buddy with Romeo too?

Xena awkwardly waved at Kaito as she watched his face fall into a deep frown…he probably didn’t like being by himself surrounded by hungry sharks that seemed ready to pounce on anything.

They just had to get through this show…and through the mission.

Then it’ll be over.

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Diana lead them to the mausoleums, preening under Kaito’s constant compliments, the hallways were abuzz with excitement as people passionately chatted about the hypnotist show, they were lively and full of guests showing off their newest businesses or purchases as they all tried to loudly outdo the other.

Which is why Xena found it strange that as soon as they turned a corner the hall was empty…in fact instead of the blinding white walls they were previously trapped in, the walls were black with gold covering previous cracks that littered the walls, the floor was still a boring white tile but in between each tile there was one with a silver cobra painted onto it…

“They’re all connected my dears~all the little mausoleums, it’s just for show so they can make their family look large and important.”

Xena furrowed her brows at that statement and the indifference of Kaito and Diana at their change of surroundings, this all differed from the original house plans that Romeo had acquired, though from how hush-hush they are about everything it’s no surprise that they faked the layout.

“How do you know so much Diana?”•_•

Xena kept her voice low as she walked beside Diana, her eyes narrowed as the woman had avoided answering that very question everytime Xena tried to subtlety ask previously.

“I’m the chef darling.”

Diana answered, her smile too wide, her eyes void of any emotion as she turned to face Xena, they were in the middle of the hall now, surrounded by paintings that reminded her of a Francisco Goya piece, the unsettling images putting Xena further on edge.

“They have a…peculiar palette you see, I’m one of the only chefs on the planet who can capture a cuisine like that.”

She leaned in twirling a strand of Xena’s hair as she sniffed the air before hungry eyes landed on Xena. Who stood frozen as her hand trailed to her nape, Kaito shot his hand out in an attempt to stop Diana as he watched Xena’s face ashen, finally snapping out of whatever spell Diana had him under.

But it was too late…

Diana’s claw like nails ripped at Xena’s skin drawing blood as Xena hissed in pain, her blood boiling in anger and fear as realisation hit her like a truck.

Diana…She knows…

Xena and Kaito watched in horror as Diana swiped up the blood with her finger before sucking on it, moaning at the taste as drool escaped her mouth, she tried to reach for another taste only for Kaito to shakily stand in front of Xena, looking more like a protective chihuahua than a guard dog, Diana only laughed in amusement sighing as she wiped the drool from her chin.

“Truly delectable darling…I knew you were a treasure.”

Xena shuddered stepping back as she tugged at Kaito’s sleeve to follow her. He couldn’t move, frozen in fear as predatory eyes locked on his, he was shaking in pure terror, eyes filling with tears as Diana’s face slowly transformed, long fangs protruding from her lips as golden scales bloomed all over her face. She smirked as she reached out for Kaito, drool dripping off her fangs and falling onto the tiled floor as smoke emitted from the ground, her spit was acidic and burning A gaping hole into the floor.

“I’ve never tasted ghoul before either!”

Xena yanked Kaito away, using all her strength to throw him behind her as Xena hastily reached into her boot, pulling out a tiny pod and pressing her thumb hard into it causing it to snap in two, the pod extended into a long and thick staff. She silently thanked Alan for the hours of training with the weapon as she swung ferociously into Diana, hitting her violently in the stomach as she doubled over.

“Don’t.”

Xena warned as Diana tried to get back up, the woman’s furious eyes met hers as she struggled to get back up.

“Xe-xe XENAWESHOULDLEAVEPLEASE-“

Kaito screeched at her tugging her arm vigorously as Xena glared down at Diana stubbornly standing in place as she anticipated that them running was exactly what Diana wanted.

Kaito, however let fear overtake him as he let go of Xena and made a dash for it, promising to get some form of help as he tried to run. Yet, as much as he ran the hallway just continued to extend…

There was no escape.

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“Those idiots have been OOC for a while…”

Romeo sat on one of the white marbled chairs with the hypnotist, who was currently sweating buckets as he watched probably the prettiest man he’s ever saw sip his wine as he fiddled with the gun hidden under his long purple cape.

“Th-they did go with that woman…”

He managed out tremors racking through his body as Romeo turned to look at him in disgust.

“I’m aware.”

Romeo snapped at him as he pulled out his phone, he made the two of them carry trackers for this very reason (also so he can stalk Kaito later.) Sighing as he forced himself up, Romeo followed their trail, calling one of Darkwick's agents to take the hypnotist away. He was lucky that Hyde allowed him a couple of agents to be dotted around...but that also concerned him, surely this wasn't as easy as Hyde originally made it out to be if he's allowing him all this extra help.

Clumps of people gathered around eachother, all grouping themselves seemingly by their colour coded invite. Romeo watched as a group of red invites got lead out of the room, they all held tightly to the cheap pieces of paper as they seemed to be enveloped in joy at the fact they’re getting something exclusive from the elusive family…

But Romeo always found that special privileges in a place like this…never lead to anything good.

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“PUTAIN DE SAKÉ.”

Xena spat out as she dodged the stinger, Diana as it turned out was some fucked up scorpion-snake-dragon like anomaly, something they so luckily found out when a tail with with huge stinger came launching right at them.

The electricity that thrummed through her staff needed a moment to charge as she had been keeping her at bay with just that…that wasn’t going to get them out of this, something that was frighteningly clear to Xena as she looked around the strange hallway for anything she could use. They couldn’t break through the windows, they’d pause before completely shattering and then putting itself back together again, which was what Diana also did when Xena beat and ripped her arm off….

In conclusion they were fucked.

There were only paintings surrounding them, the windows were unbreakable, Kaito was having a minor breakdown after failing to hit Diana 3 times and Xena was trying to both calm him down and avoid getting murdered or worse…drugged by the stinger.

“Kaito we don’t have time for a melt-DOWN!”

She dived out of the way as Diana flew at her, rolling herself away as she glanced around once more. Diana had been proactive at keeping them away from this end of the hallway…so maybe there was something here.

Diana had been calculative though, stood in between the two as she glanced from side to side deviously smiling at Xena as she watched the girl locate the garden doors.

“KAITO COME ON!”

She kicked the door open, breathing a sigh of relief when it actually flew open.

Kaito stood frozen though as Diana loomed over him, feverishly grinning at him as her jaws snapped at him.

“Poor pretty boy…whatever will you-“

WHACK

Xena slammed the staff across Diana’s head, aiming to burst her eardrum as she watched blankly as Diana screeched in pain. The noise being so loud as Kaito covered his ears tremoring in pain as he struggled to stand up, grabbing one of his arrows as Xena started repeatedly beating Diana with the staff. Blood splattered across the floor and Kaito thought it looked like the cobras were spitting blood at Xena.

Xena who was now covered in blood frantically panting as she threw the staff away, falling back in shock at what she had just done…

She couldn’t.

She couldn’t handle the way she was looking at her, like she was meal to be devoured…

She had a feeling whatever she was about to see in the mausoleum…she definitely wasn’t going to like it.

Before she could have a moment of reflection and delve into whatever horrors await her, the broken body in front of her started twitching forcing itself back together as a strained arm reached in desperation towards Xena.

Who tried with extreme restraint to calmly step back and not let herself attack the dying anomaly, instead she felt bile rise in her throat as she watched Diana screech in pain grappling to pull herself together and tear the frozen girl apart.

"Xe...XENA!"

It all sounded muffled to Xena, she tilted her head as she watched almost mesmerised as Diana's features flickered between human and monstrous...is this what she'll look like? she couldn't help herself as she looked down at the anomaly...at Diana...was she like her? someone cursed to become twisted or was she just born like this?

Was there a difference between her and Diana?

Were the two not monstrous in their own rights? Diana just underestimated or even misunderstood what sort of monster she was dealing with...someone like Xena, she wonders what will become of her in the following months-

"XENA?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?"

Kaito grabbed her arm yanking her backwards and by his side as he stared in fright at the seemingly apathetic girl, Diana slowly and with extreme sluggish movements stood upright and attempted to make her way over to the two.They could hear her bones reforming as she used the wall to stablise herself, dragging herself towards the two and leaving a trail of blood in her wake, her eyes fixed fiercely on Xena.

Diana spluttered as she shakily pointed at Xena, her talons broken and bleeding, she was grinning showing Kaito and Xena her broken fangs that were dripping acidic poison into her own mouth causing her to drool and bleed as her tongue dissolved and rebuilt itself over and over again.

"Y..o.."

Yet, before she could even try to get a word out the piercing sound of a gunshot echoed through the air, snapping Xena out of her own turmoil as she turned to face a furious Romeo.

"This is why I can't leave you two morons alone."

Romeo sighed as he lowered his weapon, rolling his shoulder as he had to hastily try and get a decent aim on the anomaly. He strode over to the two frowning as he caught a glimpse of Xena's face twisting into a horrified look before taking a deep and forcing it back into it's blank state. Kaito was shaken up as he held on tightly to Xena's arm causing Romeo to roll his eyes as he grabbed Xena's other arm and leading them through the door to the gardens. Leaving behind the dead body of Diana, something Xena forced herself not to look at.

"LET idiots-this is more of a massive headache than that SOB let on."

Romeo grumbled out as Kaito and Xena followed him, Xena took a deep breath and forced herself onward finding herself more distracted and annoyed by her dress, it was torn and tattered whilst also being in the way of her scar, brushing against it in a way that was slowly starting to make her extremely irrate. It was all she could focus on...all she allowed herself to focus on, but even that fact was pissing herself off to no end.

Kaito was muttering something to Romeo as Xena marched onwards, ignoring the irritation, the bubbling anxiety and slowly increasing pain in her leg was something she couldn't concentrate on right now...what she needed right now was to smash someone to pieces.

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Xena kicked down the mausoleum door, wincing as she had to put all her strengh into it, the feeling of the weighted door slamming against her foot vibrated throughout her leg.

Romeo pushed past her sending her a look of mild concern as he walked confidently and with purpose into the crypt. They could hear the cheers and laughs of the 'special' guests down below, Kaito repressed a shiver as the smell of smoking meat breezed to them, the smell unsettled something deep within Kaito as it smelt like something he couldn't quite place.

It didn't take long for them to find the source of the smell, all three of them paused at the entrance of what was meant to be a place of rest...instead the tombs had roasted anomalies splayed on top of them, they were all crudely cut open as the trio watched in horror as the fellows who had the red slips and the family who owned the mansion itself ripped into the bodies in a frenzy.

Xena felt cold sweat drip down her back as she watched the disgusting creatures ravage the poor bodies before them, some of the anomalies she recognised...they were ones kept in Jabberwock, ones she's cared for and know they would never harm anyone...

"Ah! Glorious days young ones I say better late than never, our chef is running a bit late but Matthews decided to crack them out anyway, Ol' lad's better than that monster anyway!"

A man who disturbingly looked like colonel Sanders came up to them, slapping Kaito on the back as spit flew from his mouth, as he spoke he waved a bloodied rib around; Romeo and Xena had to hold back their looks of disgusts. They recognised the man as the patriarch of the family, the eldest and the one with the most bloodon his hands...both literally and figuratively. Kaito faked a laugh and nodded at the elderly man as he guided the trio to a table, Xena felt her hands tremble as she looked at the body before them...it looked like a Kyklos.

"This here is one I caught on a hunt just last week, a Eleusis! something more for the vegetarians aye love!"

The man tried to grab ahold of Xena a greedy grin spread across his face as grubby hands darted towards her, before Xena could launch herself at him and slightly kill the man, Romeo wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close leaning his head on top of hers and chuckling gently.

"But sir Eleusis is a place, don't you mean this is Chlooephi?"

Romeo's tone was light as purple dangerous eyes darted into the man's enraged ones, he spluttered as his face turned a bright red, he forced himself to turn himself away from the trio not wanting to ruin his feast but a subtle hand gesture to what they thought were just other invitees caused Romeo to hastily force the other two to sit at the table.

"He's called for reinforcements."

Romeo muttered to the other two causing Kaito to audibly gulp as Xena nodded, her leg bouncing as she continued to stare at the anomaly before her.

"Why the fuck did you antagonize him?"

Kaito seethed out, not even budging when Romeo's eyes narrowed at him.

"Look at the anomaly they chose for us, those POS know who we are...look at Xena."

Romeo crossed his arms as he smugly watched Kaito freeze in horror as he turned to finally face the girl. Her jaw was tense, her eyes dark and furious as she glared fiercly at the patriarch.

"We're gonna have to fight our way through this."

She announced nodding at her own words as Romeo sighed but reluctantly agreed, Kaito just gaped at her but one look from Xena forced his mouth shut as he silently agreed.

They hadn't even found the artefact yet...

"Kaito, you look for the artefact, me and the BB will handle this."

Romeo ordered and before Kaito could argue with him,not wanting to leave Xena alone with Romeo or in the room with a bunch of rich bastards wanting to devour her. Xena placed a hand on his shoulder and solemnly nodded in agreement with Romeo's orders...

Kaito waited for the battle to commence, Romeo leaving it up to Xena as she abruptly got up, her chair falling behind her as she stormed towards the colonel sanders look-a-like grabbing a metal pole that was used to roast one of the anomalies. She twirled it in her hands as she winked at a group of people who were munching on some poor creature, unsure if this was some weird entertainment act or an actual threat, she grinned maniacally her sharp canines poking out as she swiftly approached the colonel ignoring the people who tried to call to her or stop her as she wildly swung the pole.

Kaito watched in placid horror as Xena kicked the back of the colonel's knees and then promptly swung hard, knocking the colonel out...

"Fucking go Fuji."

Romeo brought out a revolver from his jacket as he shooed Kaito away, the blonde not waiting around as he ran off happily avoiding a fight as he looked back at the scene behind him catching sight of Xena flipping one of the men over and breaking his arm, smiling cruely as she did so.

Kaito was slightly greatful at getting to avoid the mini bloodbath as he went searching for the artefact...

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Romeo sighed as he put his glock away as soon as Kaito ran off, pulling himself up as he avoided swinging fists and scared patrons as he found his way to the bar, the clearly anomaly bartender looked at him in surprise as they started to prepare him a drink.

A sparkling red wine with crushed ice.

"Belissimo."

He cheered with the anomaly, a slightly robotic looking creature in a bartenders outfit...he could use one of those for the casino, he glanced at the silver and gold necklace adorned around the creatures neck, ignoring the sound of Xena's grunt and fists landing blows against their enemies.

He wanted to leave her too it, letting her get her anger out on these bottom feeders as he enjoyed his delicious wine. He gestured for the creature to come close as Romeo leaned forward tugging the necklace off and watching the creature let out a sigh of relief. He saw the same sort of thing on that Diana creature...

It was the same sort of thing he caught Xena staring down at when she couldn't take her eyes off of the creature on the table.

He spun in his chair as he watched her grapple with one of the larger enemies, he winced slightly as Xena got thrown hard into a tomb, breaking the stone as she let out a low groan. Xena huffed out a laugh reaching for a sharp rib poking out of the Merrow and stabbing it into the man's eye, she struck at his nerves immobilising the man as she swept under his feet and smashed his head into the wall.

The anomaly passed him another wine this time it was in an even bigger glass, with a decorated rim and strawberries cut into intricate shapes.

"Thanks."

He raised his glass cheersing the anomaly and taking a sip, sighing happily as he waited for Xena to finish up.

All he had to worry about was Kaito fucking this up...

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"PLEASEDONTBEADEADBODYPLEASEDONTBEADEADPLE- AHHH"

Kaito shrieked out as he stared at the black and gold tombstone, it was behind a hidden door with the same Cobra sign on it. The tombstone had moved slightly as Kaito pleaded with literally any god or anomaly or Xena out there that he hoped was blessing him with luck, he shakily pushed the lid off hiding behind it as he waited for something-anything to jump out at him.

But, there was nothing...

He got up from his hiding place as he looked into the tomb, only to find it was hollow with a set of stairs cascading downwards.

"Nope."

He shook his head frantically as he went to rush back to Xena only to let out another cry as a hand with broken talons slammed against the wall.

"NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE-"

He screeched as he ran down the stairs, blasting through the heavy set door that had an abundance of locks on it. It was enough to keep out a human...but not a ghoul.

Kaito paused as cries screamed out to him, a large amount of rusty cages surrounded him, filled with sad looking anomalies...all with gold and silver chains around them.

"Y..you found it."

A quiet voice floated to him as Diana heaved for air as she slid against the wall, she'd seemed to be halfway healed but still deeply struggling as she looked at Kaito with hope in her eyes.

"He did."

Xena's montoned voiced chimed out to them causing Diana to flinch as the bloodied girl stumbled into the room, she limped over to Diana before joining her, sitting next to her with her bad leg stretched out.

They all sat in tentative silence as Kaito nervously glanced between the two, neither making a move as the two women seemed to debate on their next move.

"I'm sorry."

Xena hurried out as she looked at Diana in a panic, she took a deep breath as Diana stared at her with shocked wide eyes. A silent understanding between the two women as they looked at eachother.

"Me too..."

Diana triedto smile sweety but the exhaustion and pain wouldn't allow for it.

"I can take it off of you? if you'd like..."

Xena fiddled with her hands as Diana silently nodded at her, nervously turning around as Xena started fiddling with the chains on her dress, undoing them one by one.

"My children are here..."

Diana muttered out as she looked around the room, Kaito gasped slightly as he spotted a cage with two scaley children in it, they were silently crying as one gripped hard at the bars staring at their mother with shining brown eyes. Kaito hurried over to them, kneeling down as he ripped the lock off of the door taking a step back to give them room, the kids didn't move though. They huddled further back into the cage shivering in fear as the smaller one curled into the larger one, they both had black curly hair with Diana's deep brown eyes.

He turned away from them, their gaunt tearful eyes terrorised him as he went to help Xena, who's shaky hands struggled to undo the chains. Kaito took ahold of some, gently undoing them as he glanced at Xena.

"Where's Romeo?"

He whispered to her, as she stopped undoing the chains, leaving Kaito to finish the job. It was only then that Kaito noticed Xena's hands, her knuckled were split open bleeding an bruised with dust covering them as they shook in a mixture of fear, exhaustion and pain.

"He's calling for reinforcments...so we don't have much time."

She shakily got back up running over to the children's cage as she opened the door and held her hand out. Tiny hands reaching out for her bloodied ones as she guided them out of the cage, Kaito raised an eyebrow slightly jealous at how easily the kids went with her.

"They can smell the Kyklos in her blood."

Diana murmured out, letting out a sigh of relief as the last chain fell. She abruptly stood up stretching out as long pink fluttering wings burst out from her back, twitching and flapping as Diana let out a pained groan from having them tied back for so long.

Diana strutted over to Xena and her children, standing before her as she reached out and gently cradled Xena's face in her hands. Diana's eyes searched hers, becoming tearful as she seemed to find what she was looking for...

"I'm sorry sweet one."

She brought her forhead to Xena's before reaching out for her children, glancing between her and Kaito in a silent plea.

"Let them go."

Xena commanded, her voice shaky as she tried to hold back a wave of overwhelming emotion...her mother used to call her that-

Sweet One.

Kaito stared at her wide eyed before nodding in agreement, stepping out the way as Diana hastily made her escape pausing as she handed Kaito a golden dagger, he could tell just by holding it that this was the artefact they were all after, Diana glanced one more time at Xena as the two shared a watery smile before she and her children disappeared into the shadows.

It took all of Xena's energy to keep herself together as Diana left before collasping onto her knees, gasping for air as Kaito ran over to her.

"It's okay, hey Xe please don't...it's okay-"

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Xena took a deep breath as she forced herself into the vagastrom dorm, her body aching all over as she waited for the painkillers a very disappointed Professor Nicholas had given her to kick in. She was basically a mummy with how many bandages she had wrapped around her.

She forced herself up the stairs and to Leo's room, knocking on the door as she was met with no answer...she sighed in disappointment as she realised he must already be asleep.

She hadn't had a moment to charge her phone or even grab proper clothes as she had to wear her destroyed dress back to the dorms. She could’ve just burrowed some clothes from the hospital but she desperately just wanted to get into bed and crash out for hours on end and not wait around embarrassingly in a breezy gown as she awaited for someone to bring her new clothes.

She leaned against the door letting out a slight yelp as it swung open behind her forcing her to fall on the floor with a loud oomphf.

She laid on the floor in despair as she peeked a look at Leo’s bed, seeing if he was actually there or if she’s just accidently awoke the grey haired man. She smiled softly as she realised…

He was there.

-and luckily, he hadn’t woken up.

Xena sighed as she grabbed onto the door frame using it to help her sit back up as she silently closed the door, limping over to Leo’s closet as she grabbed one of his t shirts and hastily made her way into the bathroom to get change, in her tired state she missed the crack of bright yellow eyes beaming at her presence as he feigned sleep.

He forced his eyes closed when he saw her tip toeing out of the bathroom-or her attempt of it at least; she was hobbling to Leo’s bed, trying her best to not collapse on top of the sheets as she struggled to find the effort to make herself actually comfortable.

Leo peeked an eye open once again as he sensed her deflation, turning over to face her as he pulled the covers from under her.

“Have you showered?”

She huffed out a weak laugh at his question as luminescent eyes found hers.

“Ya.”•_•

He held up the covers inviting her in as she awkwardly shuffled into him, he flopped his arm over her sliding his hand under her shirt as he started lightly dragging his fingers up and down her back, frowning at the feeling of her bandages as he glared at her.

“The mission go okay?”

Xena sleepily nodded, exhaustion setting in as her eyes fluttered, she was trying so hard not to keep them closed, Leo dragging her closer as she sighed wrapping her arms tightly around him as she hid her face into the crook of his shoulder and flinging her leg over Leo’s waist, which made Leo’s glare lessen as he brought his other hand to gently brush through her hair.

“…you okay? Not gonna bleed out on me or anything? that would be disgusting and you'd have to pay for the dry cleaning Xexe”

Xena shook her head, tightening her hold painfully around Leo causing him to hiss out in annoyance.

“Xe, what the fuck?”

Xena gasped a shaky breath escaping her as she tried to bite back the threatening sob, she silently trembled trying to grasp at the man before her to help anchor herself and forget the possible future that she saw for herself…everything she tried to keep down during the mission was slowly rising up as she finally got a moment of quiet…

Leo sighed grimacing as he felt her tears seep through his own pyjama shirt, a choked apology escaping her when she realised. He couldn’t bring himself to make a bitchy comment or tease the girl and instead clutched her closer to him, forcing himself to ignore the gross fluid seeping in his shoulder as Xena sobbed into it.

They stayed like that for a while…Xena letting out sweet hiccups as she finally stopped crying, her moment of vulnerability ending as Leo gently pushed her away.

“Oi, your face is all puffy now…”

He murmured out rubbing a thumb across her cheek.

“Hmmmm-you could use an actual bath, not just a shower.”

He wrinkled his nose as both got a whiff of Xena…the showers in the hospital weren’t the greatest and she only had a quick one to wash the blood off…

“But the band-“

Leo shook his head as he helped her into a sitting position.

“They’re waterproof moron.”

He flicked her forehead rolling his eyes and sliding off the bed as he dragged her to the bathroom, pausing halfway before turning to the wincing Xena. He clicked his tongue before swooping her under his arm, carrying her like a piece of luggage as he shook his head.

“You overdid it honour roll.”

Xena grumbled under her breath letting herself be carried as Leo chastised her, though it was hidden under a barrage of insults that had no real heat to it.

She could feel his curiosity eating at him to find out what happened on the mission, she was surprised he wasn’t questioning her but took solace in it as it gave her time to inwardly take in what happened.

He plopped her on the ground as he set up the bath, bringing out an army of salts, dried oranges and a milky liquid that Leo seemed pained to pour out.

“Get in.”

Xena sighed from her spot in the floor, the cool tiles felt nice and she really didn’t have the energy. But, Leo’s look of expectancy forced her up as she threw her shirt off and clumsily went to sit awkwardly in the bath. Leo sighing as he followed suit, getting in with much more grace that Xena did as he pulled her onto his lap, earning a small squeak of surprise from her. Leo wrapped his arms around her waist resting his head on her shoulder as he waited for his potions to work…

Xena felt weird…the pain that drilled into her very being seemed to slowly drift away, she was able to clench her hands without the strained feeling of her skin pulling away. She tilted her head in confusion as her leg that was literally screaming at her to stop moving, felt almost pleasant…almost normal (well normal for Xena.)

“It’s a healing potion.”

Leo was partly pouting partly smug as the gift from Romeo was working wonders on his girl. He smirked to himself as she finally relaxed in his hold, leaning against his chest as she turned her head towards him. She had so many questions…too many questions to count about where the fuck he found a healing potion and why didn’t Darkwick use these all the time.

But she was far too tired, feeling her eyes droop as her body finally felt relieved of pain…for the first time in a long time.

“It only works whilst you bathe in it…your fresh wounds will be healed but anything else…”

Leo murmured out, gently massaging her waist as he watched her sadly nod in understanding.

They stayed like that for a while…Xena falling asleep as Leo tenderly caressed or massaged anywhere that seemed to be causing her pain. He even washed her hair whilst she slept, ensuring to use his best products…not that he’d tell Xena this but she would guess it as the sweet smell of pina colada’s drifted to her when she awoke the next day…

Leo had scooped her out of the bath, dried her off and dried her hair, braiding it before putting it in a silk bonnet. The shivering girl was then dressed in an oversized hoody, one of Leo’s favourites that was big even on him.

She was still asleep and Leo was glad for it as he didn’t want to be caught doting on her, not for free at least.

He carried her back to bed, the octopus that is Xena grappled him in to a hug, legs and arms wrapped around him as Leo melted in her embrace with a mixture of defeat and preening at her need to be close to him even when she’s deep asleep.

If he had the ability to move his arms he would’ve taken so many selfies, but he just had to will Sho to do that job when he came to wake Leo up in the morning…

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Sho sighed as he tried to get the best angle of his two favourite idiots.

Xena starfished on the bed with Leo starfished on top of her, the snoring morons were both snuggled into eachother and fighting for the covers.

He decided to give them an hour more of sleep as he left the room to make breakfast, if the blood on the door frame and the many bandages covering her was anything to go by…Xena was in need of something to cheer her up…

Maybe she’ll even tell them what happened on the mission if she felt up to it…

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker oc #xena #tokyo debunkers #leo kurosagi #shohei haizono #alan mido #romeo scorpius lucci #kaito fuji #this turned horror #leo being a bit of a clean freak my beloved #xena slowly starts to feel a kinship with anomalies and would rather help them than kill them #She wanted to release the others but not many were left after #diana texts kaito a pic of her and her kids happy in a forest afterwards and he finds a new love for milfs

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griefabyss69 · 1 year ago

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Bit of a NSFW drabble idea for the LARP Steddie: they could do a scene at a club?

Hey anon! I took some liberties with the idea of a club, mostly because there's like three ways I could interpret that. Also I don't think this is like, LARP AU canon (unless I decide later on to expand it), but it's definitely that version of those characters!

I hope this is what you wanted! I really had fun with this one, thank you so much for the request <3

[Drabble request series on ao3]

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2.9K words - Steddie - Rated: E

Contains: Public humiliation, riding crops, pain play, ball torture (with the crop only), spitting, Eddie IN LOVE, Roleplaying (cowboys!), Bondage, handcuffs, and a fade to black kind of ending otherwise I would've been writing a novel about it LMAO

Of all of the ways that Steve's pushed him before, the crazy shit he's gotten up to since the first time Steve got him on his knees, this has to be the one that he should be tapping out of before it even begins.

It's so. Public.

Safe, Steve assured him, detailing exactly how he went about it, making sure that the bar they were going to was so far underground that it's never been raided before, that it's so illegal that nobody's going to even ask him for a fake, community minded in a way that means bad actors are thrown out so people can get up to their freaky shit in peace.

Yeah, because peaceful is totally the word Eddie would use for this.

Hard metal cuffs digging into his wrists – he'd asked Steve to leave a mark on him and meant it – as he struggles against the wood column he's strung up against, the chain of the cuffs hooked up high behind the pole and over one of the low wooden beams that spans the ceiling.

He has to hold onto it, to acquiesce to his position – in life, in this bar, in Steve's hands – otherwise the handcuffs are gonna really hurt him. His feet are tied together too, boots bound behind the pole with rope around the ankles, those and his socks the only fucking stitch of clothing he's got on.

He doesn't know it makes him feel more naked or not, but his dick is way ahead of him, physically sticking out like a red beacon and also way more on board with all of this than the part of himself that houses his common sense.

The cowboy hat on Steve's head tips back as he looks up at him, surveying the outlaw he'd captured, riding crop steady in his hand as he walks around him.

Their audience – because this place of Eddie-style freaks draws people who love watching helpless men get trussed up like a fucking Halloween decoration – is watching, eager to see what he does with it.

Eddie's… scared.

In his planning Steve had practiced with the riding crop, gave Eddie all of the details on how he tested it out on his own skin as Eddie's hand had crept into his shorts to get a hand around himself, and that kind of worries him. Because Steve knows how to wield it, he's not going to hold back. He promised he wouldn't.

Steve caught him, Eddie The Bad, the outlaw cowboy who'd been causing trouble in town, and Steve The Protector was giving him his very public punishment.

The light brush of leather over his thigh makes Eddie jump, eyes flying from where they were locked onto Steve's to watch him tease the crop up to where his balls are hanging – tight and ready despite the fact that they haven't gotten to the best part yet – ghosting over them just to drive home the fact of his vulnerability.

They'd set limits, but that doesn't change the fact that Steve could do whatever he wanted. He'd never, which is why Eddie even agreed to this, but with so many eyes on him he feels like he's truly at everyone's mercy.

Meeting the staff earlier had been interesting. They'd been fully dressed, normal, themselves, as they went over things with the bouncer and security and the bartenders. Steve had apparently been planning this for like three weeks, a lot of secret phone calls, letting the staff in on things that Eddie has no idea about.

The smirk the bouncer had given him, the "good luck!" he'd called as they headed in to set the scene, had not made him feel very confident.

But despite what he's cultivated his whole life, tonight isn't about being confident, about impressing anyone. It's about obeying, about fictional atonement, about mutual gratification through breaking him so far out of his comfort zone he thinks he's landed on mars.

His dick gives a heavy throb as he struggles again, trying to stay in character so he doesn't just attempt to get some friction from the crop.

Steve laughs, deep and beautiful, mocking him. His usually sweet smile is twisted into something that lights up further every time Eddie shows a sign of distress, and he wonders if the audience can tell that he's so fucking in love with him.

"Alright tough guy," Steve says, not bothering with a shitty western accent. "Can you count to one hundred?"

No fucking way is he hitting him with that thing a hundred times.

Eddie swallows hard, ice water fear trickling into his veins, and he widens his eyes at Steve, forgetting to look defiant for a moment. He's sure he just looks like a panicking loser, but a riding crop hurts, he's never even been had his ass slapped that much with a soft hand before.

"What? You can't? You can rob people of a thousand coins but you can't even count them?"

Steve brings the crop back up to his balls, toying with him, all cat-and-mouse about it as he gives them a light tap. It doesn't hurt, but Eddie still flinches.

"And you're not even gonna answer me? That's pretty rude, tough guy."

Eddie screws his face up into the evil villain frown he usually employs in way more G rated situations, gathering spit in his mouth. He has to aim carefully, doesn't want to get the borrowed cowboy hat dirty, but he's good enough with it, spits on Steve's flannel shirt, right over where his heart is.

How romantic.

Steve slowly looks down at it, his hat almost covering how he's fighting the twitch at the corner of his mouth, Jesus. Eddie really didn't think that would make him have to fight against laughter.

"You son of a bitch," he says like a threat, head whipping back up to glare at him. "Screw counting, I'm gonna have you here until the sun comes up, and then I'm gonna leave you for the folk you stole from, and they're gonna have you until I get back at sunset."

He twirls the crop in his hands like it's not long and unwieldy, and then whips the head of it smartly into Eddie's thigh.

He didn't really expect to be broken into a moan so fucking quickly, but the intention to curse at him drowns under the way his whole body tries to roll into the pain.

There's a few whispers in the crowd, most likely talking about how he’s a slut for the pain, how they either expected that or not, and Steve smirks, nailing him in the exact same spot as the first time.

That fucking hurts and he hisses, fingers clenching into the wood of the beam above him, bracing himself through the initial pain of it.

"Fuck. You!" He yells, knowing that all Steve will hear is a beg for more.

"As if I'd ever let you inside of me," Steve says, bringing the crop down on the inside of his other thigh, eyes sparkling in the incandescent lighting as Eddie gasps.

He's not sure he'd be able to describe the feeling he has now, a mountain made up of so many different layers of things that should be their own mountains, as big as they are.

Love and humiliation are locked in a fierce battle, while pain and pleasure have linked arms to mess with his head. Then of course there's the feeling of joy he gets whenever he gets to take something like this seriously, the drama and creativity of it forming summits of fun. A sprinkle of the little pride he has left feebly dusts the tops of it all, quickly melting away with each new smack of the crop.

Later he'll feel even more, when Steve rescues him from Evil Steve, Steve Who Wields This Fucking Weapon and Also Undressed Him In Front of Like Thirty People. Appreciation and exhaustion and the soreness that tells him he's going to wake up feeling both super well rested and hard as nails.

But for now he has to endure the way that he overhears someone pointing out how much his dick is leaking, pre-cum dripping in humiliating rivulets down the big vein in his cock to get his balls all wet, has to endure Steve reaching up to whip him right in the nipple, hard enough he's going to feel it against his shirt all day tomorrow.

He has to endure how loudly he moans, how he almost cums even though Steve's usually the one with the sensitive nipples, how if he doesn't try to keep his attention focused on Steve or on the ceiling, everyone's eyes feel like they're seeing deeply into him, and it's bad enough his skin is bared for everyone, but for them to read how much he loves it too?

The crop caresses his face before there's a quick-soft-glance of a whip over the head of his dick.

"No!" He yells, gasping as his hips buck forward, chasing after the pain. "Fuck!"

Steve laughs, as mean and beautiful as always, his cheeks a little flushed under the shadow of the hat. Getting to see him like this, all put together in a proper costume, having so much fun with roleplaying in public, it makes him fall even harder than ever.

They haven't even broached the topic of a date, or making this something between partners and not friends who do freaky shit together, but Eddie's been finding himself daydreaming about illegal backyard weddings for a while now.

The riding crop rips his attention away from the curve of Steve's mouth when it slaps up into his balls, hard.

There's a sound that must come out of him, broken like the craggy rocks of Mount Humiliation, the pain causing lights to sparkle in his eyes as he looks across the expanse of his reality and finds that his existence really fucking hurts.

"Are you going to comply with me now?" Steve asks, leaning back against a table, hip cocked all pliant and easy.

This is just another day of tormenting bad guys, for him.

Eddie shakes his head no, can't trust he'll open his mouth and anything better than drool will come out, though once he has control of his muscles again he might use it.

"Guess I'll do it some more," Steve says, twirling the crop again.

The head of it shines dimly in the light, Eddie's pre-cum on it.

It's a stark reminder of his aching dick, pulsing so hard that it defeats the entire scientific concept of gravity.

Steve straightens up slowly, and Eddie sees people watching him, interested in the tilt of his hips as he walks back up to him, and. He's not possessive, and maybe it's a relief to have less of the sharp gazes assessing every inch of him and how horny he’s gotten, but he knows that he'd hate it if Steve paid them any attention.

They just don't know him like Eddie does, their mouths wouldn't fit over him like his does, their hands are all wrong. He knows that without seeing them.

Steve doesn't even notice them, though. Eddie's getting all weird about it for no reason, wedding bells chiming in the back of his mind even as he sees the crop – practically in slow motion – headed towards his balls again and all he can do is tighten up and brace himself.

Except…

Steve pulls back at the last second, the only thing touching him is the air, and Eddie thinks he might cum too early just from the sheer relief.

He sags, blowing out a breath, letting the handcuffs hold him up for a second to give his hands a break.

"I'm not that predictable," Steve says, and smacks the crop into his one of his sore thighs.

It still hurts, but after the rolling tsunami of pain from his balls, visceral enough to wind him, it's practically a loving caress. He groans, lets his legs shake as he rolls his body forward, seeking out the sensation of it.

"I'm also not that kind, either," Steve says and -

Fuck.

There it is.

It hurts so badly this time that he blacks out for a moment, teeth clenched so hard that spit drips out of the corners of his mouth, his abs clenched in a too-late brace against the pain that has his brain tricked for a moment, made him think he's cumming.

He's not, there's no orgasm, it's all just the agony of his throbbing balls, of the tears welling up in his eyes and spilling out, no chance to try to blink them away to save whatever minuscule amount of pride he has left. There it is, melted right off the mountain by the hot rays of Steve, rivers of it trickling down to drip off of the end of his jaw.

Steve's eyes look black under the shadow of his hat, big and beautiful but wicked, the sadism Eddie never thought he'd love seeing anywhere but in the mirror spearing him right through the heart.

He'd give it over in his own heartbeat, still pumping on a leather platter, tied up with his handcuffs and rope, if that's what Steve wanted. If he planned carefully for three weeks and broached the subject only after clearing the idea with a literal team of people staffing the venue where he wanted to sink his teeth into it.

"Yeah, you thought you could take it, huh tough guy?" Steve asks, tapping the crop firmly against one of his cheeks, mixing pre-cum and tears together. "Give up yet?"

Eddie shakes his head, feeling a bit dizzy but not weak, still good to go if he wants.

And fuck, he hates himself for it, but he wants it so badly at the same time. He's been knocked down several pegs in the past few months, what's another one?

So, of fucking course, he wants it.

"Never met someone who had to rely on torturing someone's ball sack to scrape out a victory," he says, and spits on him again, getting it right on his mouth.

Steve goes still, and quiet. The twitch of laughter isn't there like before, this time he slowly wipes the spit off, every inch of movement broadcasting the danger of a snake about to strike. Eddie's dick throbs hard, greedy.

"There's going to be nothing left to torture when I'm done with you," Steve hisses, prodding his chin with the end of the crop. "You're going to regret ever stepping foot in this town."

Eddie thinks that if he's not careful he'll start to melt right out of his skin, letting the hard nudge of the braided leather guide his head upwards, baring his throat for everyone.

"Can't wait," he says, his voice strained and dry.

Steve watches him for a minute, taking him in, maybe giving him another moment to rest before he starts again, kicking it off with a hard flick to the tip of his dick.

He groans, his eyes squeezing shut against the sharp pain even though he's trying to find Steve's hand again, wanting to press up against him.

"It's like you want me to do this to you," Steve says, flicking him again.

His eyes roll back, his hips roll forward, he's… yeah. He does.

"Maybe you should shut up or make good on your threats, Pretty Boy," he says, dredging up a smirk through the haze of intensity that grips at him.

Steve laughs, smacks the crop against the same nipple as before, and flicks his dick again. It's a heady combination, has him writhing against the ropes holding his ankles together, his calves squeezing around the wooden column.

"Maybe I should punish you by leaving you here," Steve says, stepping back a few paces, twirling the crop in his hands again. "Do you think anybody would take pity on you? Cut you loose? Maybe smack your cock around, since you love it so much?"

Eddie catches himself before he begs him to stay, just stares for a minute as he tries to think of something to say that isn't so incriminating. He knows he was technically defeated before they even walked in here, that's how they planned this would go, but he's been fighting against it the whole time. It doesn't make sense to give in yet, especially not if it reinforces the idea of Steve threatening to leave him in order to get what he wants. Even if it's just acting.

"It would be a soothing balm to my sorry eyes if you walked on out of here," he says, making it obvious that he's starting to gather more spit.

Steve's eyes flick to his mouth, sharp like the whip they'd vetoed last month, and in one fluid movement so graceful it has Eddie impressed in the split second of brainpower he gets to have, he takes two prowling steps forward and hammers the crop against his balls again.

Eddie goes somewhere for a moment, brain stuttering on the image of Steve's arm, crop in hand, flying through the air, blackened pain shot through with exploding lights, his bones maybe starting to disintegrate with the feeling, and he thinks this must be what all of those romantic comedies are about. The kiss so good it sets off fireworks in your skull, rattles love deep into your spinal cord until you'd do anything to get more of it.

His eyelids struggle when he opens them, but he's glad he does, catching the worried furrow of Steve's brow, the alert way he stands tall and strong, waiting on him.

"Harder," he croaks out, and spits on Steve's shoe.

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