#voodoo trail

[avydabby]

Three Doesn't Have To Be A Crowd

ethan landry x fem!reader x chad meeks-martin

words: 3.3k

summary: ethan and reader being caught encourages a new bucket list item being checked off

warnings: smut!, fmm!threesome, dirty talking, t!tplay, fingering, exhibition?, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), double penetration, overstimulation, a second of mxm, anal, handjob, squirting

MDNI!!!

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Studying with Ethan was quite useless when it came to Econ. He was a smart guy, but there was not a thing that he could comprehend in that class. That's why Ethan was lucky he had you in that class also. These two factors led to the two of you hanging out often, becoming more comfortable with each other, and more familiar with each other.

The familiarity between you two didn't just end as classmates and friends, but it led to a few more than a few hookups. No one knew of these hookups and you both wanted to keep it that way. It was just easier to not tell your friends.

However, keeping it from your friends also made it harder to hook up without being caught or having your friends question why you two disappeared randomly. That's why you and Ethan were so quick to skip Econ today, knowing that Chad would be out of Ethan's dorm.

It had been at least two weeks since you and Ethan had hooked up last, and you were feeling it. Maybe that's why both of your kisses were so sloppy and desperate. Ethan's mouth was working hard against yours as you both sat on his dorm bed. His hands were gripping your hips, pulling you closer and closer onto his lap.

Ethan lets out a low noise as you bite his bottom lip gently. His breath hitches as your fingers pull at his hair, sending tingles down his spine. You were both too enraptured in each other's mouths to notice the door knob into the dorm jiggle and open.

"What the fuck?" Chad's voice sends you and Ethan far apart from each other. Ethan flew so far that he fell off his bed and plopped onto the floor. Chad's eyes follow his roommate before trailing onto you. "What the fuck is this, and how desperate are you to go for Ethan?"

Ethan scoffs from the floor, "She actually made the first move, dick."

Chad's eyebrows raise as he looks to you for confirmation, which you nod to quickly.

While Chad and Ethan squabble about your hookups, you find yourself rubbing your thighs together to suppress your wetness. The two guys' argument trails off and you look at both of them expectantly. What you find is both Ethan and Chad staring at your thighs...which are bare. You forgot how you had eagerly discarded your pants in hopes of being put to work on top of Ethan.

"Were you guys going to fuck?" Chad asks, his finger pointed between the two of you. "I don't like this."

His confession threw you and Ethan for a loop. Ethan frowns, his brow raising at Chad's boldness. "Don't like what?"

Chad groans, rubbing a hand down his face, "I don't like how quickly you were ready to throw your virginity at her."

You giggle softly, bringing Chad's attention back to you. "That happened a long time ago, Chad."

"Oh my god, her voodoo seduction powers got you already? Jesus fuck," Chad groans out.

Ethan snorts and teases Chad, "Voodoo seduction powers? She's just hot, dude. You're just jealous, buddy."

Chad rolls his eyes at Ethan's accusation. Your eyes dart between the two of them, wondering how long this will last until you get what you want from Ethan.

You were getting impatient, "Okay, can we figure this out quickly? I would like to be fucked soon and I don't care how at this point."

Chad chokes on his own air and his eyes bulge. "Are you talking about a threesome?"

The room goes quiet.

You hadn't initially intended for this to become a threesome, but the way that Ethan's eyes fluttered as he thought about having a threesome helped you decide on it.

"I mean, it is on my bucket list," You shrug, looking between the two of them. Your tongue flicks out to wet your lips and you see both of their eyes dart their gaze to them. "And I don't hate the idea of being filled."

Chad's eyes widen, he looks at you with hungry eyes but a blank face. His roommate launches forward at you, his mouth attaching to your neck. A surprised moan escapes your mouth and your eyes connect to Chad's.

"Join us, Chad," you moan as Ethan sucks a sweet spot on your neck. His teeth scraped against the column of your throat. "Please..."

Your begging was all it took for Chad to move forward and kiss your lips as Ethan worked further down your neck. The two worked their lips on you, their hands following soon. Ethan's hands moved upwards to grope your chest above your shirt, squeezing and kneading the soft tissue.

"Such pretty tits," Ethan says softly, his lips kissing over your shirt. You arch your back so he has more space to do as he pleases. "God, I dream about your tits. Have you dreamt about this, Chad?"

Chad's hands wrap around your throat while he retreats from your mouth, "I've definitely thought about you more than a few times while jerking off. Had to get one off at Halloween with that fucking costume you wore."

You remember that night...it was actually the night that you and Ethan first hooked up. Your Halloween costume set Ethan off in a way that made him confess his sexual desires towards you. Who knew it would lead to this?

Ethan groans at Chad's comment, "I regret tearing that off you, baby. Wish you could wear it more."

Their hands continue to explore your body, gripping your body and smoothing across your skin. Your moans echo through the dorm room and encourage the boys to go further.

Ethan's hands pull at the bottom of your shirt until it's over your head. His eyes narrow in on your chest, Chad's doing the same. The former's hands attach to your boob and knead it carefully. It was as if he was waiting for it to explode.

"You should stop wearing shirts, baby," Chad groans, his lips going back to yours in a deep, lustful kiss. Ethan's mouth joins his mission with his hand at playing with your tits. "It would make the world a better place."

"But only we can touch," Ethan butts in before his teeth latch onto the fleshy part of your chest. Your back arches into his movements again, making Chad's mouth retreat from yours.

Chad moves his hand down your body, hovering over your hot core. He waits for a nod from you to place his fingertips against your clothed clit. Your body jolts from the contact and a desperate moan escapes your mouth. His fingers massage your clit in soft circles, giving you enough pleasure to almost cry.

Ethan unclasps your bra, taking away another layer hiding your intimate parts. His fingers roll one of your nipples tightly and his tongue licks a stripe up your neck.

The mixture of the two men stimulating you causes an orgasm to come embarrassingly quick. Your moans grow louder and your body jerks to their movements.

"You gonna cum, baby?" Ethan teases you, his fingers leaving your nipples. His fingers move your panties to the side and play with your hole. "Cum on my fingers. Show us how much you like it when we play with you."

Ethan's fingers penetrate your tight hole, pushing his fingers so deep that you can feel the single silver ring on his hand enter you. The amount of attention that Chad and Ethan are giving your cunt sends you over the edge. Your hands grasp Chad's wrist to stop his massage of your clit, but he doesn't stop.

"Chad, please!" You cry out, writhing from the stimulation. Ethan laughs at your overstimulation and quickens the pace at which he fingers you. "Fuck...Ethan, oh my god!"

If anyone were to listen to their door right now, they would be able to figure out pretty quickly what was going on. However, you weren't totally against the idea of it.

Chad's fingers leave your clit and move upwards towards your nipples. His one hand plays with your bud while his mouth tongues at the other.

Ethan watches your face contort with moans and pleasure as his fingers reach your G-spot. You hold his gaze over Chad's head and watch as his lust-filled eyes don't stray from yours as he moves his face to your cunt. His tongue darts out and flattens against your used clit.

Your hips jolt towards Ethan's face eagerly. He chuckles darkly at your reaction and continues to devour you all of you. His fingers continue working in and out of your cunt, pulling you to another orgasm that builds up.

"Eth, baby..." Your moan is loud as he hits a particularly deep part of you. Your hand reaches for his curly hair and tugs on some strands. "Baby, I'm gonna cum."

Your whines drive both men crazy.

"Cum on his fingers again, come on," Chad eggs you on, removing himself from your chest and reaching down to remove his own shirt. Your fingernails scratch against Ethan's scalp and your other hand moves to drag across Chad's obvious bulge.

You see the hunger in Ethan's eyes as he sucks on your clit, and he sees yours roll to the back of your head as he makes you orgasm for a second time. He whimpers loudly as you pull him off your cunt and up to your lips.

"Chad," you draw out, pulling from Ethan's lips. You look at the expectant man and reach for his hand. "Don't you deserve to taste me from Ethan's mouth?"

The two men hesitate until Chad makes the first move forward to meet Ethan's lips in a kiss. Ethan's tongue enters Chad's mouth and shares the taste of your cunt onto his friend's tongue. They pull apart and Chad leans to you for a kiss as well.

"You taste so good, ma," Chad groans out as he reaches down to unzip his jeans. He stands and drops them to the floor and removes his boxers. His cock springs out and slaps his stomach from how hard it is. "Wanna feel your lips on my cock."

You bit your lip and smiled at Chad with heavy eyes. Tucking your legs under you, your hand grasps Chad's girthy cock and you bring your tongue to lick up his cock to the tip. He shudders above you from the sensation and slides your hair to the side in a makeshift ponytail.

From behind, Ethan grasps your tits in both hands. You can feel his erection pressing to your back. You let your free hand maneuver behind you to rub against Ethan's boner. He takes his hands off you and he works to remove his sweatpants and briefs. You hear Ethan spit into his hand and stroke himself before guiding your hand to his member.

Ethan's hands continue to manhandle your tits as you work his cock in your hand and Chad's cock in your mouth. The three of you are a mess of moans, groans, and grunts as you bring the two to the brink of cumming all over you.

You can feel Ethan's hot breaths on your neck as he whispers the dirtiest things to you. "You just love all this attention, don't you, baby." "You gonna let Chad cum all over your face? Gonna let him paint you like I do?" "Should keep you busy like this more often."

Chad starts to groan from above you, and you can feel his dick pulsing in your mouth as your tongue works on his tip, flicking back and forth. His hands begin to pull your head further down onto his cock. He pulls you so far that you begin to gag on the girth taking up your airway.

Ethan gently pushes his friend's hips away from you and shakes his head, "Don't force that, man."

Your breathing is more of a pant with saliva dripping from your chin. Everything about you right now made you feel like a slut...but that wasn't exactly a bad thing in this matter.

You stop stroking Ethan and turn to face him. Your seductive gaze explores his face as you lay on your back and look up at the two of them. Your tits were on full display, and you slowly slide your ruined panties off your body.

You massage your own breasts as Chad and Ethan stroke themselves. A smirk graces your face as you instruct the two men, "Ethan, I want you to fuck me. Let me suck your cock some more, Chad."

"Condom or no condom?" Ethan asks, moving to reach for a box under his bed. You shake your head, "I'm clean, I know you're clean. Chad?"

"I'll wear one if I fuck you," Chad shrugs, bringing his cock closer to your mouth. "Now, tongue out baby. I'm not gonna last long."

You giggle at his words, "Last long enough to finish inside me."

Chad groans loudly and slides his cock into your mouth again. Your glossy eyes watch him and his hips move faster as he sees tears swell in your eyes.

Ethan uses the tip of his cock to spread your wetness around as lube for him to enter you. He places a hand on your bare hip to prepare you for him, and you tap on Chad's thigh to remove himself from your mouth.

You sit up partially to watch Ethan slide into you slowly, his long cock only halfway in when you feel like it can't go any further. Your mouth opens with an 'o' shape and you squeeze your eyes shut from the tightness of his cock inside your hole.

"Eth...Ethan, fuck," You gasp out, one hand gripping the back of Chad's thigh to anchor you. The man entering your pussy leans forward to capture your mouth in a searing kiss and then smirks as he quickly bottoms out in you. You scream at the quick feeling of being filled, "Oh my god! Uhn, Eth, so...so fucking big."

You can feel his cock twitch inside of you at your words as they stroke his ego. Chad watches the two of you intently, Ethan notices and inquires with his friend, "Come on, Chad. I'll flip her and you can take her from behind."

You nod your head, urging Chad to grab a condom and slip it on. Ethan peppers kisses over your body while you adjust to his length. He rolls you two over so he is on the bottom and you're on him from the top.

"Ride me for a little," Ethan instructs you. His hands hold your hips as he helps you bounce on his long cock. His eyes remain trained on your face as it changes with the pleasure you receive from riding him. Ethan softly whispers words of encouragement as you do your best to ride him better than ever before. "Doing so good, baby. Keep riding my cock. Yeah...just like that. Such a good girl."

His words only fuel your wetness and make your walls constrict around his cock. When you are oh so close to cumming, you feel Chad press on your lower back to lean forward. You whine softly at the loss of movement but do as he wishes. Ethan's cock is pulled out of your pussy so that Chad can use some of your wetness as lube for anal.

"Ok, ma, I'll go slow," Chad whispers, leaning to your ear. You feel his tip protrude into your even tighter hole and gasp as you feel him start to enter further in. "Come on, relax for me, ma."

Ethan's fingers trace along your bare back as he stares admiringly at your face. His brown eyes look emotionless but hold so much desire that you can't do anything but relax.

As his cock enters you further and further, you can hear Chad start to grunt at the feeling of your ass. His fingers dig harshly into the fleshy part and he slowly begins to thrust in and out of it.

The man on bottom guides his cock back into your pussy, and the two men slowly thrust in and out of you. None of you have felt a pleasure like this before. Everything was tight, hot, and wet.

"We aren't gonna last long, are we?" Chad strains out, his breathing coming out as pants.

Ethan chuckles airlessly and shakes his head. "I'm so fucking close."

Whines and soft cries emit your mouth as the feeling of two cocks fucking you hits. You're so full. Everything feels so much more sensitive and you have no idea if you'll be able to last a minute longer.

Ethan's lips kiss at your neck, and his fingers travel down to your clit. His wet lips trail to your ear as he whispers, "You're doing so fucking well, baby. Gonna make us cum so hard."

The mixture of it all Ethan's hands, cock, words, and Chad's cock -encourages your third orgasm of the night to hit you like a bullet train. Your scream of pleasure can definitely be heard by neighbors, but you can't even think of it being humiliating at this moment. Hell, you can't even think about anything other than the two men inside of you and Ethan's hand still working you through your orgasm.

Tears slide down your cheek as it all begins to feel like too much as the two continue fucking into your holes. Chad's cock slamming into you makes the sound of ass against his hips echo loudly, and Ethan's wet dick claps against your cunt.

"Come on, ma, just a little longer," Chad grunts out, slamming harder and harder into you. His thrusts become messy and soon still as he fills the condom with his cum. "Just like that."

Chad pulls out of you, but Ethan continues fucking your cunt. His thrusts are becoming faster, and his whimpers becoming louder. Ethan's thick fingers continue toying with your clit, even as you whine about how there's too much pressure.

"I want you to milk my cock, baby," Ethan's words were dominant, but his whiney voice made it sound more like a plea. "Not gonna stop until you're full of my fucking cum."

"Eth, it's so much-" Your words are cut off by a strong fluid coming from your cunt. Your squirt makes Ethan's eyes roll to the back of his head in ecstasy.

His thrusts become impossibly harder until you can feel his cum being spread against your walls. The mixture of his cum, your cum, and your squirt sits between the two of you. His thrusts come to a stop, and you can't do anything but slump against his chest.

Ethan's chest heaves with heavy breathing and his hands play with the strands of your hair. He presses sweet kisses against your forehead, and wipes smudged mascara from under your eye. "You did so good, sweetheart. So good."

A weak thank you slips from your mouth and Ethan chuckles. You can hear Chad come from the bathroom with what you're assuming is a towel. He wipes the sweat off your forehead and then helps ease you off of Ethan. The two men wipe the mixture of cum off of you and off of Ethan.

"You want some water?" Chad asks you, moving a strand of hair from your face. You nod softly and watch as the other boy goes to the hallway to fill up a water bottle.

Ethan pulls you back onto his chest and you snuggle closer to him. You two always laid together after fucking, it was a ritual at this point. His chest inflates with a heavy sigh before asking you quietly, "What did you think of your first threesome? Excited to cross it off that list of yours?"

You chuckle softly, almost dazingly. "It was good..."

"Just good?" Ethan asks, running his fingers up and down the side of your torso.

You nod, "Don't tell Chad, but I like one-on-one hookups a little more."

"Hate to break it to you," Ethan whispers back to you. "But this was me trying to share, and I didn't like it. Think we're gonna have to stick with each other."

"I can get behind that."

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first post on here! might as well make it spicy 💥💥💥

[greykolla-art]

Your art smells like jthm (COMPLJMENT)!!..

Also are there any kool headcanons you have about the characters??

Oh thank you! I love how many different things my art style reminds people of!😂❤

(Í think it's all the hatching and random thickness in the brush strokes.)

But yeah i have some Headcanons! At least for Alastor cause he's the one I think about the most.😜

These are just things I decided to keep in mind when I come up with scripts:

*Al's smile is stitched on him, so he can never stop doing it even if he wanted to.

*He normaly doesn't sleep, (except when hes injured and is using a lot of energy to heal.) at night he just wanders around the hotel like a creepy ghost.

*I don't think Lilith owns his soul. I think it's a third party character we haven't met yet. He and Lilith are connected in some way, obviously, but not a soul-contract way. I honestly have a lot of problems with that theory. for excample: Why would Lilith from the Bible give someone voodoo themed powers???

*Alastor is terrified of feeling exposed, weak or vulnerable. I think when he was alive he experienced that a lot and now he's trying to make himself impervious to any kind of emotional damage.

* He's also very prideful person. When he came to Hell he was like the new kid in school taking down the biggest guy's there to assert his dominance. Putting up walls as fast as he could and screaming: "Don't come near me or I'll bite your head off!"

*I think there's a voodoo doll of him somewhere, and he's desperate to find it. Or he has found it already and hidden it.

*he wants Charlie's soul because that would make him stronger than whoever owns his soul. Therefore be able to break his contract but still keep being powerful.

* I project onto him one of my own personality traits: Being aroace but very romanticly flirty without wanting really anything out if it. Just a proper gentleman. With a trail of confused, broken hearts behind him. (Im personally tryin not to do that but Al doesn't care, obvs.)😅

*People who want him sexually bore him. (Another personality trait I'm projecting onto him.)

*unless you're more powerful than him or are able to further his goals, he'll never go out of his way to dislike you. He never punches down, but he wont have any strong feelings about it.

Í probably have more, but these were fun to write down!😁

[serafilms]

song 53! magic (one direction) + percy jackson requested by @isabelboo (2023 spotify wrapped event)

you, you’ve got this spell on me, i don’t know what to believe, kissed you once now i can’t leave

Percy isn’t really sure how or when it started, but he’s pretty sure you’ve put some kind of curse on him.

His thoughts are consumed by you day and night. His vision tunnels in on you every time you’re around. Whenever you talk to him, all he can do is think of your lips. It’s excruciating. It’s nauseating. And it’s definitely affecting his daily activities, he thinks as he sits, dazed in the infirmary, with a stab wound (a very minor one!) in his side.

It has to be some kind of magic, he thinks, because he’s never felt like this. Maybe some voodoo? Maybe a trick by Hecate as vengeance for defeating the Titans. Maybe you’ve been slipping him potions in his food. It could be anything, and Percy is not as well-versed in magic knowledge as some other people at camp, so he has no idea.

But he finds himself always looking for you, asking after you. He finds himself trailing after you always, and depressed when you’re not around.

The strangest part is that nobody else seems to notice anything out of the ordinary, and he’s too afraid to ask them about it.

He mentioned something about it to Annabeth once, but she merely waved him off.

(“It’s like I can only think of Y/N,” he said.

Annabeth looked over her notes distractedly. “Uh huh, yeah, that’s great, Percy. Hey, since you’re not being any help here, would you mind getting Y/N so they can help me finish the Capture the Flag plans?”

Percy blinked. “Okay?”)

He thinks it must have started somewhere between all the times you held his hand to lead him somewhere, or the times he stood behind you to help correct your sword fighting posture, or the times you touched his hands and arms to correct his archery posture. He always ended up blushing furiously after each of those ordeals.

Or maybe it started that time he kissed you. Although, technically, you’d kissed him first (on the cheek, nothing crazy!) before he went off to face Kronos.

But then again, Percy had been the one to kiss you on the lips when he found you again after.

(“Percy!”

He heard the call of his name, registered your voice, and his head was already whipping around to find you. He found you, a strained look on your face as you hobbled towards him, and Percy rushed towards you.

No sooner had you steadied yourself by holding onto his forearms than he had leaned forwards and kissed you on the lips.)

But Percy couldn’t help it! He’d just been so worried about you, and so relieved to find you alive. He thinks maybe during one of those kisses you transferred your evil little spell.

Still, he hoped that kiss might have meant something to you, more than friendship, but you hadn’t gotten the chance to talk about it, since you’d collapsed on your broken ankle right after.

Even until now, you two have never really discussed what you are, or what the kiss/es entail for your future relationship. Because magic spell or not, Percy’s endless thoughts about you have him planning out your future (however much of it you can plan for two demigods who face certain death before their prime). An apartment in New York, close enough to his mom and Paul but not so close that it’s overbearing, college and planning schedules to match up, weekends out with your friends laughing and eating and watching movies and doing normal teenager things.

That’s all he wants. But he’ll settle for the lingering touches and smiles he gets from you for now.

But this curse, spell, whatever (because gods forbid Percy Jackson admit he’s in love with you before he’s sure you’re in love with him. They kissed you, Percy! What more do you need, for Zeus’ sake) is seriously becoming a problem, because somebody explain to him how from 30 feet away, Percy managed to see an Ares camper headed straight for you and make it over the battlefield in time to intercept it. With his own abdomen.

It was a stupid mistake, he acknowledges now. He’s been through countless battles, and he knows he could’ve incapacitated the camper from behind, or just knocked the spear out of his hand or something. But something about seeing you in danger just sets alight a fire in his mind that burns through any rational thought, leaving only an urge to stop you from getting hurt.

A little inconvenient now that he’s wincing on an infirmary bed with his side burning up. But at least you’re okay. And oh, look! It’s you! He’s not sure if he’s hallucinating now, or if you’re really standing in front of him.

“Seaweed brain,” you say, sniffling.

Okay, definitely you.

“Hey Y/N,” Percy says meekly. His side still feels like it’s on fire but his heart feels warmer with you here.

You take his hand and his heart aches at the tears in your eyes. “Hey, I’m fine,” he assures, ignoring the fact that he is definitely not fine.

“You’re an idiot, is what you are.”

“Yeah, that too.”

You look at him, at the ridiculous little smile he’s giving you to reassure you, at the bandages around his waist, and his hand in yours, and you lurch forwards and press your lips to his.

Percy jolts in surprise and feels his abdomen screaming at him from the movement, but kisses back nonetheless, feeling your lips on his once more and your tongue graze his bottom one.

When you pull back, he stares at you in a daze. If kissing is how you kept this spell on him, he is okay with being under it forever.

“You’re ridiculous, Percy Jackson,” you say, “but I love you.”

He swears his heart has never felt this warm. “I love you too.”

(“Sorry,” Leo says, looking rather gobsmacked, “they weren’t already dating?”

“Leo!” Piper throws her hands up in exasperation.

He smacks his cheeseburger back down on his plate and stares at the faces of his friends. Jason and Frank also look rather miffed, but the girls are all rolling their eyes. “Excuse me for being surprised! They’ve known each other since they were, what, 13?”

“12, actually,” answers Annabeth.

“12! When Percy woke up on the other side of America, the only name he could remember was Y/N’s, right?”

“Correct,” says Frank.

“And we spent ages on the Argo II, during which they got caught in the stables—“

“They were just talking,” says Hazel.

“—and they fell into Tartarus together! Because he refused to let go of her hand! They literally went all the way to hell, all the way through hell, and back out, together!”

Nobody says a word, all looking at Leo.

“You’re telling me,” Leo says, breathing very intensely as though he just found out that his pet dog has been run over, “that during that entire time, neither of them asked each other out?”

“Nope,” says Annabeth matter-of-factly, “and he also kissed Y/N on his 16th birthday.”

“Man,” Jason sighs, “talk about slow burn.”)

[jinkiezzsstuff]

AAA I really love your alastor movie night story! Any chance you can make a part 3 ? 🥺

Absolutely! so sorry i got to you late but i wasn’t ignoring just preparing! i hope you enjoy this one too, although it’s not movie centred this time, rather a continuation of the last!

Part [1] [2] (although technically it could be read as a stand alone)

Summary: Alastor wasn’t proud of his admission during the movie night, instead he decided to treat you to a surprise date, one where he can get a better feeling on what his emotions are.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol drinking, Alastor who’s not pleased with romantic emotions, possibly ooc?, alastor mentions knowing french, homie manipulates the surroundings with his magic, no bodytype/hairtype/skin colour mentions, i think that’s it! lmk!

word count: 2.4k

Alastor wasn’t too familiar with the current feeling he was experiencing, but he knew it was related to romance. The way his heart thumped, and his mind always seemed to fall back to thought of you that night. You seemed to be highly interested in him, not only as a powerful overlord, but as his less interesting mortal self, and that made not only his ego kick start but his heart. After the stunt he pulled, telling you he loved you, and kissing you softly, he knew he was in trouble.

He thanked all the unholy that the next day you didn’t seem to spread the news like wildfire around the hotel, however he did speak to Rosie about such affairs, as she would be the one to know best. The trip was like any others he took to Rosie’s but this time he got plentiful advice concerning love, romance, dates and the other unsavoury aspects he mentioned he’d rather hear little of.

That brought him to tonight, in his room was a make up of land that was much like the foliage he had back in his home in New Orleans. Since you seemed very interested in his home life, he decided to set up a date around it, show you a little of what his home was like. It made him feel sickeningly domestic, preparing to show you something near and dear to his heart, like opening up his memories and displaying them just for you. He set up nice wood table for the two of you to eat at, with some of his favourite dishes set out, even the deserts he wasn’t a fan of he laid out just in case you wanted to try some.

Around his room sprung up some weeping willow trees, the wooden floor turned to dirt as well as grass, and the forest that was once there became a bayou, what you were so curious about during the movie. He decided to share some of his other past, voodoo artifacts he replicated from his past life, some old songs he was a big fan of, as well as one of his old dictionaries that had both French and English. Alastor made some other arrangements, his shadows were forced to play jazz, he magicked some fireflies to light up the false sky above, he essentially created an illusion of the woods near his home, aside from the bayou.

Closing the door to his bedroom he materialised his microphone tossing it up once before taking a confident stride. It was time to put on the southern charm he knew he could effortlessly woo you with. As he sauntered down the hall he began to get more nervous, after all that night was all about the movie, what if it wasn’t true what you had said?

He didn’t have time to dwell, lifting his hand he knocked rhythmically on your door, waiting patiently as you shuffled around. Opening the door, you were shocked to trail your eyes across the radio demon, you half expected to see Angel, as he’s been pestering you ever since he picked up on you eyeing Alastor more often. Fixing your posture you smiled at him, feeling a little self conscious that he caught you at a time you looked, well, not great. You were in leisure clothes, relaxed and had been laying in bed all day.

“How’re you Alastor, can I help ya?” You ask, quirking your head to the side. Alastor barged into your room pushing past you, perhaps when you first met him you’d be unsettled but you’ve come to love Alastor’s presence and the way he carried himself; even the tad bit annoying aspects like barging in uninvited. “Oh my dear I am just fantastical! And I was oh so hoping you’d join me for dinner tonight?” Your eyebrows raised as you shut the bedroom door, Alastor had been in your room before but he noted little upgrades like a record player, some photos of you and the group plastered against a mirror.

You looked down at your attire, and looked to the clock. “Uhm, like how soon is dinner? I look a mess Al.” You sighed softly not wanting to reject him but also immediately feeling pressure to be and look your best. Alastor flicked his wrist, tossing his head back in disbelief. “Please my dear don’t think of me so lowly.” Before you can respond to his random comment he snapped his fingers and suddenly you body felt hugged by new fabrics. Gazing down at yourself you were greeted by formal garments that were clearly from the late nineteen twenties.

Smiling softly at the gesture you looked up at Al who was already looking at you through lidded eyes, his hands clasped in front of him. “You look wonderful darling, truly.” Although still boisterous sounding, it was a lot more tame and meaningful than his prior theatrics. Alastor couldn’t deny the way he felt looking at you doused in clothes from his time, it made him feel something firey within him. Slowly he offered his hand to you, a charming smile upon his face. “Shall we dear?”

Now you both stood at Alastor’s bedroom door, he was tense and nervous about how you’d react. Regardless of how he presented himself with his suit and his pious demeanour, he was still that louisiana man who had a big heart for his home and the culture surrounding it and didn’t want judgement surrounding some of his favourite aspects about home like the cricket noises, swamp, and of course the food. It was a new and interesting worry since being in hell as he didn’t really worry about his past life since, but the night you two shared opened his eyes.

Finally pulling himself together Alastor pushed opened the bedroom door, stepping aside with a ‘ladies first’. It was gorgeous, the moment you walked it you were hypnotized. Obviously, Alastor grew up in the more outback of New Orleans since his entire aesthetic was mossy forests and obviously the deer hunting, however this was a beauty beyond compare. There was a mock up night sky above, firefly’s lit the way to a small table displayed with foods. There was tall and short grass all around, as well as willow trees that sagged low dusting the ground with their leaves. On the furthest side of the room, on the other side of the table, there was a bayou you could see as you walked in. On the mossy murky water there were lilipads with frogs croaking out, that paired with the crickets gave a soothing camp like ambiance.

Grinning widely, Alastor smiled, pulling your chair out for you to sit. Once seated he sat across from you, you were glad it wasn’t one of those long tables but something closer and personal, where you could still reach over and touch him. “I thought since you seemed to enjoy that movie so much, y’know, I can’t show you my home but i can show you parts of it.”

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so widely, you had no idea how he did it, and you took another sweep around the room soaking up all that you could see. “Alastor, this is amazing! I can’t express my gratitude and also excitement that you were willing to do all this.” You admit getting shyer as the sentence went on; the weight of the act dawning on you. Alastor hummed, eyes closed as well as his smile, and to you it seemed like his typical indifference he was keen on displaying, however the truth was Alastor had no clue how to properly respond to it. You had inadvertently pointed out the fact he went out of his way for you, with his magic on top of that, and that wasn’t something he was proud of.

Snapping his fingers, the shadows he’d forced into musicians began their strumming, and singing. You jumped a bit at the sound, although you did recognize the song being played, which surprised you. “So Al, can I ask what possessed you to pull this together?” Alastor, who was in the middle of serving the two of you some red wine, paused briefly, if you looked close enough at his smile and his eyes you’d be able to see the hesitancy behind them.

Closing the bottle he placed it back on the table, and took a sip, stalling his response. “My dear, we had quite the night together didn’t we? That movie opened up some interesting doors.” The non answer-answer Alastor gave you made you a tad bit nervous. Saying nothing you sipped your wine, and took in his appearance. Despite the date being a formal situation, he was dressed more relaxed, not by much this was Alastor. However he did have his suit jacket set aside, he wore a washed out looking red button up, with his red vest and he still had his tie on. It was quite the rare sight, you’ve barely seen him look normal, he’s always playing that character that’s immune to everything others aren’t; no matter if it were demons or humans.

Deciding that it was better to enjoy your time with him then pester about his intentions; you knew who Alastor was and the horrific things he could do, and you still chose to ignore it. It’s more fun that way. Digging into your food the two of you made small talk, mainly Alastor as he explained certain dishes and tid bits on his mothers version of the cooking, as well as certain voodoo topics and misconceptions. The longer the wine set in, the more you flirted, and although Alastor wasn’t as affected by the wine as you were, he still returned the gestures with a soft smile.

“I didn’t know you spoke french, what?” You leaned on the table resting the side of your head on your palm, the food that was once on the table gone. “Yes my dear! New Orleans is bilingual.” The deer laughed cheerily at the awe and wonder in your eyes, as if it was such a spectacular thing. “That’s pretty hot, y'know laddies n lads love the french language.” Taking another sip of your wine, Alastor followed in suit, sipping his wine smile relaxed. “I really only care for what you think.” With the deep hushed tone he said the sentence in, made heat crawl from your neck to the pit of your stomach. “Well I think it’s pretty hot.”

You bit your nail watching Alastor’s ears twitch at your words. “Such gamy words dear, couldn’t you express yourself through more appropriate terms?” Alastor chided playfully, wiggling his figure at you. You grinned, biting your lip with mischief in mind. Tapping your lip, you looked up, giving an exaggerated impression that you were in a contemplative state. Then, perking up, finger in the air with a ‘light bulb’ expression you sarcastically spoke. “My dearest Alastor, your ability to converse in French, seduces me. Better?”

Alastor hummed gently, shaking his head side to side. “I’m afraid that’s still rather forward of you dear.” After speaking Alastor tipped his glass finishing his wine. “I hope that wasn’t making you uncomfortable.” You say cautiously worried that he may be serious, embarrassed you leaned back in your seat distancing yourself just slightly. Alastor felt a ping of distaste hit him when you retracted your body, and he had to refrain himself from pulling or beckoning you back in. “Not at all, if i was you’d surely know.” The ominous grit he got when threatening people made an appearance, but didn’t last long before he relaxed. Deciding to push forward, he stood, ushering his shadows away from playing songs, he walked over to you offering his arm. “Would you like to see the bayou you were so enthralled with? The real deal?”

Alastor looked down at you through lidded eyes, his tone silken. As you looked up at him you could get a peek of his tail flicking back and forth methodically. Taking him by the arm you stood, and so he guided you away from the table as the room morphed with hazy black shadows into a different scene. The two of you now stood on a dock, looking out on the bayou, fireflies flickered by, crickets and cicadas made their ambient noises, the water would occasionally splash with a fish, it was beautiful. “So Al,” You start nervously, looking at the demon who still held you close via your interlocked arms.

Alastor hummed a static sounding hum looking down at you. “Uh, I, well remember what you said the night we split from the movie?” Alastor’s brow quirked, smirked down at you he strung out a yes that sounded teasing, of course he knew where this conversation was going, but at this point in the night he’d gotten more comfortable with the idea of it. “I was wondering, if you still meant it?” Alastor nodded slowly looking into the murky waters of the bayou, looking a little zoned out. “Yes, I do think so. I’m certain if you’d ask me to kill for you I would, if you needed my help I’d help, if you’d ask for my advice I’d give it. I'm not familiar with many aspects of love but I'm definitely fond enough of you to do a laundry list of things I wouldn't do for others.”

Alastor turned his body to you, gently willing your own to do the same with both his hands on your shoulders. With his head lifted high he looked down at you through his lashes, a coy smile appearing on his lips at the sight of your sudden bashfulness. With a soft hand, he lifted your chin to gaze at him. As much as he hated to admit it, there was something addictive in the way you made him feel and the way you were so responsive to him, be it his touch or his words. Oh he knew he liked you now, unfortunate state of events for him.

Watching your eyes blink up at him patiently made him solidify what he was going to do. Bending to your level, he looked into your eyes making sure you fully understood what he was planning on doing, briefly your eyes bounced around his face making sure you were reading him correctly and when you were certain your eyes fluttered he closed the window of space between you. Compared to the chaste kiss he gave you the night of the movie, this one could’ve been considered ravenous, he pulled you close almost immediately, wrapping his arms around your torso and neck. Your hands cautiously came up around his waist and up to his back pulling him nearer.

Alastor’s movements were slow and thought through, and when he pulled away from the passionate kiss, he immediately pulled you into a hug to hide the emotion he knew would be in his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to be that vulnerable yet, but in due time, perhaps he’d try.

[hrefna-the-raven]

A gift

Masterlist - Horror masterlist - Misc.

Chucky/Charles Lee Ray x female reader

Warnings: cursing, smut (18+)

Summary: Chucky couldn't exactly recall how you stumbled into his life and by now, all that mattered was that you were here. And when you presented him with the most marvelous gift, all changed...

Notes: this does not exactly follow the canon rules

Requested by the wonderful @stygianoir :) I hope you like it :)

Reader: female reader

Chucky couldn't exactly recall how you stumbled into his life and by now, all that mattered was that you were here. You had been his newest victim's neighbour, living right next door for two years before he found out that you were a powerful voodoo priestess. And this was the problem with you, you didn't care that he was a killer's soul trapped in a Good Guy's doll. Instead, you saw beyond the layers of cruelty and chaos, recognising the flicker of humanity that remained within him. It was this glimpse of that strange compassion that captivated him and made him yearn for more.

As the moon cast eerie shadows upon your living room, during one of your usual late-night conversations, things took an unexpected turn. Emotions ran high, the air around him crackled with green sparkles, and before Chucky knew it, he found himself transformed back into his human form. His hands frantically touched his face, fingers running through his raven hair before marveling at the sensation of flesh and having normal-sized hands once again. Ripples of laughter erupted from him as he couldn't believe what just happened and the moment his eyes locked with yours, he lunged forward, pinning you down beneath him on the couch.

"You made me all myself again", he whispered, his gaze darting between your eyes and lips, "how could I ever repay you?"

"Don't be too quick to thank me", you almost chuckled, "you'll only have a limited time in this form."

"I'll take whatever fucking time I can in my own body."

He leaned down and his lips barely brushing against yours before his tongue slipped past, deepening the kiss. You moaned into him, bucking your hips against his, desperate for friction.

"Eager, aren't you?", Charles chuckled, settling himself between your legs.

He trailed kisses along the delicate flesh of your inner thigh and his fingers slid your panties to the side, his lips pressing against your wet folds for a tender kiss. You whimpered, unable to tame your growing desire as you felt his tongue finally drag through your wetness. He groaned as soon as your taste coated his tongue. It was divine, Heaven's grace all sprawled out just for him. Two fingers pushed your folds apart and he placed gentle kisses along before eagerly sucking on your clit. He devoured you like a man starved, each lick a testament to his gratitude and love for you. Despite the harsh words usually falling from his mouth, it's surprisingly soft and gentle now, chasing you fast towards the brink of pleasure. He growled against you, his fingers teasing your entrance before slowly pushing inside. The thrusts are hard and fast while his relentless licks against your clit fuelled that fire within you. The pressure in your core became too much and the orgasm washed over your body as you sobbed, your cunt delightfully clenching around his fingers. Like a whispered curse in the depths of your enticing darkness, his name escaped your lips. Charles chuckled, he wiped his fingers and mouth clean and planted a loving kiss on your lips as he settled beside you. His bright blue eyes stared right into yours, brimming with a mixture of fear and a longing that defied all logical explanation in regards to this usually so bloodthirsty cold man. As the silence hung thick in the air, you reached out and brushed your lips against his and in that fleeting moment Charles realised that his lines had blurred. The notion of being a soulless killer seemed so distant as the warmth of your touch on his now human skin melted away the wickedness that had consumed him for so long. He was fully aware that it would all come back once he turned back into that cursed doll but he also knew that you wouldn't give a fuck and continue to be the same as you always were. Which is exactly why he came to love you even though he'd never admit it....

[pinejayy]

╰➤ My Voodoo Doll || Basil Hawkins x Reader

featuring: basil hawkins <33

summary: sfw/nsfw!! headcanons of my lovely husband

warnings: nsfw of course. bondage, candle wax, voodoo dolls, teasing, oral, hawkins is kinda of a creep/yandere, spanking.

✦•·················• 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!! •·················•✦

sfw headcanons <33

This man may seem emotionless and not capable of loving something let alone someone, but when it comes to you he feels the urge to protect and cherish you. When he first fell in love with you he was quite confused. Not used to this kinda feelings, so of course he took it upon to ask his cards.

The cards showed that both of your souls were tied together. It was his destiny to take the role of your lover. So he took it upon himself to take you away from your normal life and show you the love he has for you.

Before leaving for some personal business he makes sure to do a card reading, he wants to make sure it’s safe to leave you alone for the time being. (When the cards let him know that you’re in good hands he’ll leave, but if they tell him there’s danger in your way, he isn’t leaving your side.)

Hawkins lives to spoil you. He wants to buy you the most expensive jewelry, clothing, shoes and whatever your little heart desires.

He’s really into pet names. Such as… “Doll, Puppet, Dear, Darling, Love and his personal favorite My Voodoo Doll.”

Loves to grabbing your hand, placing small kisses along your hand. As he whispers sweet things. “You belong to me….mine. Mine.” He mumbled and his kisses would trail up your arm. Soft kisses along your arm, trailing his tongue along the skin “So beautiful….can’t wait to marry you, make you fully mine.”

Very Possessive, doesn’t appreciate when a crew member is staring to long. He’ll wrap an arm around you. And give whoever is staring a look.. “Mine…Mine.” Whispering in your ear.

He’ll make sure to have voodolls of his crew , and if they stare to long he’ll take it upon him and infect pain to his own body. To which it would transfer to them. “Eyes off of what’s mine.”

His favorite places to kiss you is your hand. Forehead and your sweet lips. “Sweet kisses…sweet lips.”

nsfw headcanons <33

This man is a freak when it comes to your bedroom activities. He lives to making you feel good. He’s desperate hearing you moan his name. He puts your pleasure first rather than his.

Loves watching you bathe..the way you look so relaxed. How the the bubbles cling to you body. Covering the prefect areas. Sometimes he gets to witness you touch yourself…what a treat for him. He can’t help but jerk himself off to the beautiful sight.

Hawkins loves having you against his bed, your arms tied up to the bedpost. As he’s dragging your tongue all over his body. Wanting to taste you, yes he’s a tease and he’ll want you to beg.

“Please Hawkins…I need it..” Moaning softly as you struggle against the rope. And he’ll just chuckle, eyeing your reactions. “Mm so needy, how desperate.” He mocks. But he loves how you taste so it doesn’t take too much begging. Dragging his tongue along your sensitive areas. Moaning at your taste. “Divine as always..”

If you’ve been a naughty doll he’ll make sure you get a well deserved punishment. He’ll have you over his knee, swinging hard at your butt. Spanking you like the naughty pet you are. “This is what naughty pets get. Now start counting.” To which would result in you crying.. “One….Two….Three.” Until he’s satisfied.

His favorite thing to do is dripping candle wax along your body, he’s gets a glimmer of excitement in his eyes as he watches the hot wax drip down to your stomach and nipples.

He’s loves taking his time as he makes love to you, using his devil fruit ability to turn one of his arm into straw and wrapping that arm around your waist and thrusting in and out of you. “So tight….so good…good pet.” He moans against your ear.

Most likely has a voodoo doll of you. And whenever you’re away on some business. He makes sure to tease the doll itself. Rubbing your sensitive areas, nipples. Occasionally licking your crotch area. Smirking at the idea of you squirming around….wherever you are.

The first time he got a blow job from you he was a blabbering and moaning mess, biting down on his fingers to control his moans. Spreading his legs more for you. Throwing his head back as his hands found their way to your hair, tugging. “Sweet beautiful pet….such a good mouth…so good..”

Whenever it’s a special occasion he’ll have chocolate for you. Candles around the room and rose petals around his bed. You’ll be moaning his name all night long. “Mm Hawkins….” You gasp out. Which would earn a smirk. “Good pet…moan my name out. Let these fools know who you belong to.”

[andcars]

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─── the start of the line / ferrari needs their reserve driver to cover for carlos sainz! you meets one of your favourite drivers in the most embarassing way possible link " gender neutral reader , social media au + drabble

─── found footage / a tape has been found online. surprisingly, it features f1 driver charles leclerc and a faceless woman. they're caught in a rather compromising situation. link " female reader , fanfic + nsfw

─── the blind goes / you don’t believe that you’re the one that would break charles’ playboy reputation. but you’re going to ensure you get the most of him while you can. link " female reader , fanfic + nsfw (PATREON EXCLUSIVE)

─── what you mean to me / closeted bisexual max verstappen found the love of his life. here's the glimpse of your life together link " male reader , headcanons

─── gamer moments / you're a minecraft streamer and get in contact with some new guys. one of them won't stop bullying you. it's kinda silly how he acts like he's being subtle that he's trying to flirt with you. link " female reader , social media au

MAXTOBER '24

APHRODOSIAC # Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen @ link

COCK WARMING # Sergio Perez/Max Verstappen @ link

VOYEURISM # Pining!Max Verstappen/You @ link

BITCHING/OMEGAVERSE # Lewis Hamilton/Max Verstappen/Toto Wolff @ link

FORCED FEMINIZATION # George Russell/Max Verstappen @ link

AGE GAP # Max Verstappen/You (PATREON EXCLUSIVE) @ link

VOODOO SEX # Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen (PATREON EXCLUSIVE) @ link

SEX POLLEN # Max Verstappen/Plant (PATREON EXCLUSIVE) @ link

─── chemistry on the tracks / you and daniel have been dating for a while but now's the time to finally go public. you decide to attend an f1 race while daniel cameos in your newest song link " female reader , social media au

─── missing the weekend / you always said that you and daniel were teammates with benefits. but now that his career in f1 is ending, you think that it really was more than that. while you can still see him, it’s gonna be different when you get into the car and daniel isn’t with you. link " female reader , fanfic + nsfw

─── aperitif (bon appetit pt.1) / you're a chef and you and others in your catering company got called on a short notice to attend the silverstone gp. it's not your first time attending a gp but it seems like someone has become a fan of your cooking link " female reader , social media au

─── stupid in love with you / george russell is hopelessly in love with you. a few headcanons on how he acts when he's with you. this is part as an extra of the bon appetit series but can be read without reading it. link " female reader , headcanons

─── to the podium n' back / it's your first win with carlos trailing behind you. to celebrate, the both of you hit the club. things ensues, sexual tensions are sexual, and holy shit he just pinned you to the bathroom door and fucked you raw. link " female reader , fanfic + nsfw

─── a guide to cooling down / it's time to get away from the singaporean heat. after the race, you and carlos decide to go off to a beach together. at least the wind and the ocean breeze is letting you cool off. carlos has other plans though. link " female reader , fanfic + nsfw

─── make it up off-track / you've raced with him and you've been under him. still, it hurts you when he outqualifies you. it almost hurts as much when you both still think you're just fuck buddies. link " female reader , fanfic + nsfw

─── public appearances / the redbull racing and vcarb social media admins have been getting real flirty. the fans (well, one) get to the bottom of who is running the account link " social media au

─── the challenger / maxiel and you challengers au! daniel as patrick zweig, max as tashi duncan, you as art donaldson. all of you with a twist link " gender neutral reader , headcanons

─── gift that keeps on giving / daniel ricciardo is a good friend and he knows what max has always wanted. so his plan for his birthday is to drug him—not roofie him—and give him what he wants. he saves a recording for max to remember tomorrow too. link " fanfic + nsfw , dead dove do not eat

─── would you still love me if i was bald / you're pranking your boyfriend with this silly question. some took it more seriously than other link " gender neutral reader , texts ; MV33 , CL16 , DR3 , LH44 , GR63 , LS2

─── on the streets / it's not like you to back down from your boyfriend's talents. you go ahead and start street-racing��you never promised to be good at it. but it is just embarassing for your boyfriend to find you in a police station. link " gender neutral reader , texts ; MV33 , CL16 , DR3 , LH44 , GR63 , LS2

[estellan0vella]

Sunshine's Guide To Murder│Lee Minho

Chapter Thirty One: Sounds Illegal As Fuck SS: 11 (ignore time stamps and dates) Word Count: 3K Content Warnings: Previous Next Masterlist

Minho is sitting at a corner table in the university cafeteria, poking at a chicken wrap with disinterest. Hyunjin is sitting across from him, twirling his straw in his iced latte while Chan and Changbin are in a heated debate about who would win in a fight: a bear or a Komodo dragon. Seungmin is scrolling through his phone, unbothered as usual, while Jeongin is trying and failing to hide his laughter at Changbin’s increasingly ridiculous bear impersonation.

Chan looks at his watch and frowns. “Where the fuck are the three criminology nerds? Their lecture ended like fifteen minutes ago. Don’t they know lunch is sacred? I mean I know their lecturer is keeping them behind but fifteen minutes is excessive”

“Maybe Hayun’s doing her usual, losing herself in a rabbit hole,” Hyunjin says, slurping his drink obnoxiously. “Felix probably followed her to make sure she doesn’t trip over her own feet.”

“And Jisung’s probably helping her dig,” Changbin adds, leaning back in his chair with a lazy smirk. “Those three are either like one brain cell divided between them or the smartest people in the room, there's no in between”

Before anyone can respond, the cafeteria doors slam open, and Jisung bolts in, looking frantic. He spots Minho and runs straight over. “Minho! You have to come with me. Now.”

Minho straightens, already alert. “What’s going on?”

“Just come on!” Jisung grabs Minho’s wrist, tugging him up so abruptly that Minho nearly knocks over his tray. The others rise instinctively, exchanging confused glances before following Jisung, who is practically dragging Minho toward the criminology department.

“Jisung, what the hell is going on?” Minho presses, his tone sharp, but Jisung doesn’t slow down.

“You need to see this,” Jisung says, his voice low but urgent. His usual cheeky, upbeat demeanour is completely absent, replaced with something raw and serious.

The group trails through the corridors, Hyunjin, Jeongin, Changbin and Chan jogging to keep up. “If this is another one of your dumb pranks, I swear-” Changbin starts, but the tension in Jisung’s expression shuts him up.

When they reach the criminology department, there’s already a crowd gathered around the large bulletin board by the lecture hall. People are snapping pictures, murmuring among themselves. Minho pushes through the throng with Jisung guiding him, the rest of the group on his heels.

Standing at the edge of the scene are Hayun and Felix. Hayun is still, her arms crossed, her face unreadable. Felix is glaring at anyone who so much as glances in Hayun’s direction. Minho feels his stomach churn as he pushes past the last few onlookers and sees what’s on the board.

A crude voodoo doll meant to resemble Hayun is pinned to the corkboard with large needles sticking through it. Its fabric is soaked with a red liquid that drips onto the floor, forming small, eerie puddles. Above the doll, in large, jagged letters painted in the same red liquid, are the words:

JANG HAYUN IS A DEAD GIRL WALKING

Underneath, another line reads:

SONG MINGI’S WHORE

Tacked next to the writing is a confidential police report. One of Mingi’s interviews with the authorities, where he names Hayun as his youngest victim.

The sight feels like a punch to Minho’s gut. He reaches for Hayun immediately, pulling her into his arms and trying to turn her head away from the display.

“Don’t look,” he says softly, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. “Don’t look at that shit, Princess.”

But Hayun doesn’t let him shield her. Her voice is steady, almost unnervingly calm. “Minho, it’s fine. It’s just some idiot with too much time on their hands, a talent for hacking police files and some red paint”

Minho grips her tighter, his jaw clenching. “Hayun, I don’t think that’s paint.”

Chan steps forward, his expression thunderous. “If I see another person take a picture, I’m gonna start smashing phones.”

Changbin stands beside him, arms crossed. “You heard him! Get lost, assholes!” His voice booms, scattering the crowd like startled birds.

Meanwhile, Seungmin returns with campus security, who start directing the remaining students away. Hayun sighs as she watches the scene unfold, her calm demeanour unwavering.

“It’s not a big deal,” she says, stepping back from Minho’s embrace. “Just take it down. The police aren’t going to do shit about it anyway. They’re already pissed we made them look bad by solving Chaeryeong’s case and clearing her name.”

She walks toward the board, grabs the voodoo doll without hesitation, and tosses it into the nearest trash can. Her movements are deliberate, almost defiant. “The paint or blood or whatever it is another story, though, I can't clean that off,” she mutters, glancing at the red streaks on the floor.

As the security guards work to remove the rest of the display, Felix steps up beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder. “You’re handling this a lot better than I would.”

Hayun gives him a faint smile. “It’s not the worst thing I’ve seen.”

Minho approaches, standing so close their shoulders brush. “Still, it’s not something you should have to deal with.” He reaches up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m not leaving your side until we figure out who did this.”

Hayun glances at him, her lips quirking up in a wry smile. “Thanks, Min.”

Chan walks over, arms crossed. “I swear to God if we find out who did this-”

“You won’t have to,” Hayun interrupts. “We’ve got bigger things to focus on. This?” She gestures to the remnants of the display. “This is just noise.”

But as Minho looks at the red-streaked board and the confidential police report, he knows it’s more than that. And whoever’s behind it isn’t just making noise. They’re sending a message.

The group leaves the university building in tense silence. Minho strides toward his car, tossing his keys in the air. Hayun follows him closely, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of the oversized sweater she’s borrowed from Minho.

Jisung, Jeongin, and Felix trail behind, their steps heavier with worry. Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Seungmin peel off toward Chan's car, murmuring among themselves.

Minho swings open the driver’s door of his car, glancing at Hayun as she slides into the passenger seat. "Let’s get coffee," he mutters, starting the car with a low growl. Jisung, Jeongin, and Felix pile into the backseat, squeezing into the limited space.

Hayun glances at him, raising an eyebrow. “Fancy coffee or basic coffee?”

Minho shoots her a look, his lips twitching into a faint smirk despite himself. “You know what I’m ordering, princess.”

Jisung leans forward from the backseat, grinning faintly. “Bet it’s a basic bitch iced americano.”

“Fuck off, Jisung,” Minho retorts, though his tone is lighter.

When they reach the drive-through, Minho orders his iced americano with a dramatic sigh. Hayun leans over to order her hazelnut honeycomb frappuccino with an extra shot. Jisung and Jeongin shout their iced americano orders over each other, while Felix calmly requests a peach iced tea.

“You’re all fucking parasites,” Minho grumbles, handing over his card. “I should start charging you assholes for gas.”

Hayun grins, sipping her drink. “And emotional labour. Don’t forget that.”

“Yeah, you should bill Hayun specifically,” Jisung chimes in, snickering. “The girl’s got baggage.”

Hayun flips him off without looking back. Minho smirks, resting his hand lightly on her knee. “I’ll take it,” he says, his voice low enough that only she hears.

The house feels heavy with tension as Hayun walks into the kitchen. She doesn’t hesitate, grabbing her hazelnut honeycomb frappuccino and pouring a generous amount of Bailey’s into it. The rich, creamy aroma wafts up as she stirs it with slow, deliberate motions, her mind racing.

She takes a long sip, the alcohol cutting through the sweetness and soothing some of the tension that’s been gripping her chest since the incident at the university.

Behind her, the others trickle into the kitchen, their faces drawn tight with concern. Minho’s presence at her side is immediate, his hand briefly brushing her lower back as if to silently ask, Are you okay? She doesn’t answer, just leans slightly into his touch.

Chan’s group enters moments later, Chan immediately zeroing in on the growing group. “Alright,” he says, clapping his hands once, his tone brisk. “What the fuck’s the plan?”

Hayun shrugs, leaning back against the counter with a sigh. “What can we do? Report it to the cops?” She snorts derisively, shaking her head. “They already hate us. We’ve been on their shit list since we started digging into Chaeryeong’s case.”

Jisung, pacing in the narrow space near the sink, stops mid-step and throws his hands up. “You can’t just shrug this shit off, Hayun! Someone hacked into a police database and used fucking blood to send a death threat. That’s not just some bored college kid pulling a prank. That’s serious psycho energy.” His voice is sharper than usual, panic and anger bubbling to the surface.

Minho’s face hardens, but his tone remains calm, measured. “If it’s that elaborate, it’s not Mr. Shin,” he says, taking a slow sip of his americano. “The guy’s a cop. He wouldn’t risk being that blatant. He’s smarter than that.”

Jeongin tilts his head, his brow furrowed in thought. “But what if it’s not him directly? Could be someone connected to Mingi, right? Someone who’s pissed about him going down or scared they’re next. If Hayun’s name is tied to Mingi’s trial-”

“Which it is,” Felix cuts in, his voice even but sharp, “then yeah, she’s a fucking target. They’d come after her first to send a message.”

Seungmin, perched on a stool by the island, raises an eyebrow. “But why just Hayun? If they wanted to scare us off, wouldn’t it make more sense to target all of us? You know, spread the fear around?”

Hyunjin, who’s lazily sitting on the counter and twirling his iced latte, points at the group with his straw. “Hayun’s the linchpin. She’s the one who planted the seeds to frame Mingi for Yuna's murder. If they know that-”

“They shouldn’t fucking know that!” Minho snaps as he slams his coffee cup onto the counter. The sound reverberates through the room, silencing everyone. He turns to Hayun, his dark eyes intense. “Princess, is there anything you’ve done that might’ve made you their target? Anything you haven’t told us?”

Hayun blinks up at him, startled by the weight of his stare. “I don’t know why this is happening.”

Minho’s jaw flexes as he leans back against the counter, his frustration simmering just below the surface. “We need answers. Fast.”

Chan steps forward, folding his arms. “If it’s someone tied to Mingi, we start there. We dig through his connections, find out who he was working with, who had the most to lose when he went down. That’s where we’ll find our culprit.”

“And how exactly do we dig?” Changbin asks, his tone sceptical as he leans against the fridge. “We don’t exactly have access to his Facebook friends list.”

Jeongin’s face lights up with determination. “We hack”

“Sounds illegal as fuck,” Seungmin mutters, though there’s no judgment in his tone.

“So is painting threats in blood,” Jisung fires back, his voice brimming with barely restrained anger. “I’m fucking done playing nice. Whoever did this doesn’t get to just walk away.”

“Ji...” Hayun’s voice is soft, and she steps closer to him, her hand reaching out to rest on his arm. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not!” Jisung shouts, yanking his arm away, his eyes blazing. “It’s not okay, Hayun. You keep acting like you can handle this shit on your own, but you shouldn’t have to. They came after you today, but what if it’s Felix next? Or Jeongin? Or Minho? Or me?”

The room goes quiet, Jisung’s words hanging heavy in the air. Minho clears his throat, his voice low and dangerous. “Let them try.”

Hayun places a hand on his arm now, grounding him in the same way she’d tried with Jisung. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We need to figure out who’s behind it before we go all vigilante.”

Chan nods, his tone decisive. “Agreed. First step: gather intel. We’ve got the skills, the tools, and more than enough motivation.”

Felix raises his peach iced tea in a mock toast. “To us: the broke, overworked Scooby-Doo gang.”

Hyunjin snickers. “If we’re Scooby-Doo, who’s Shaggy?”

“Jisung,” Jeongin and Minho say in unison.

“Fuck you guys,” Jisung mutters, though there’s the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

The room relaxes, but the tension never fully dissipates. As Chan begins assigning tasks, Minho catches Hayun’s eye. He leans closer, his voice soft but firm. “You’re not doing this alone. Not now, not ever. Got it?”

Hayun looks at him, her expression unreadable for a moment, before she nods. “Got it.”

But even as she says it, Minho can see the flicker of doubt in her eyes, the part of her that still believes she has to carry this burden on her own. And he silently promises himself that he won’t let her face this fight alone. Not ever.

A few hours later, the living room is a cacophony of chaos, wine bottles and whiskey glasses strewn across the coffee table like casualties of war. The air is thick with laughter, half-shouted arguments, and the occasional clink of glass against glass.

Hayun is curled up on Minho’s lap in the loveseat, her legs tucked to the side, her black yoga shorts and fluffy socks making her look comfortably at home against his body.

Minho’s arm is looped securely around her waist, his hand resting on her hip as if to anchor her there. In his free hand, he holds a glass of whiskey that threatens to spill every time he gestures too emphatically.

“Listen,” Minho begins, his voice rising as his whiskey glass wavers dangerously in the air, “I’m just saying, Edmund is the fucking worst. Absolute worst. Who the fuck betrays their family for a box of Turkish Delight? Powdered sugar? Really?”

Chan bursts into laughter. “We’re still doing this? Minho, it’s been a week! A whole-ass week. Let it go!”

“Never,” Minho retorts, pointing at Chan with his glass as though he’s delivering a divine proclamation. “I hated him in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, and I thought, maybe, just maybe, he’d redeem himself in Prince Caspian. But nope. Still a little shit.”

Hayun, her face buried in her wine glass, starts to laugh so hard her shoulders shake. Minho glances down at her and narrows his eyes. “Don’t you dare,” he warns, but she can’t stop giggling.

“He’s not that bad,” she finally manages, her voice tinged with amusement. “By the end of the trilogy, he grows a lot. You’re just being dramatic.”

Minho jerks back, scandalized. “Not that bad? Not that bad?! Princess, were we even watching the same movies? The guy fucked up every single situation he touched!”

On the couch, Chan sprawls with one leg propped up on the armrest, swirling the wine in his glass. He groans loudly. “For fuck’s sake, Minho, it’s a kids’ movie. Get a grip. Cut the guy some slack.”

Minho slams his glass down on the coffee table with a thud. “No. I don’t care if it’s for kids. Edmund deserved to get his ass kicked by Aslan. And not just once, multiple times. That’s character development.”

Jeongin, lounging on the armchair with a blanket draped over his lap, grins wickedly. “You must have hated Eustace, then.”

“Don’t even get me started on Eustace!” Minho exclaims, throwing up his hands. “That little fucker was worse than Edmund. At least Edmund was manipulated by the Witch. Eustace? Eustace was just a dick for no reason.”

Felix snorts into his wine glass, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “The dragon redemption arc didn’t fix anything for you, huh?”

“Not a damn thing,” Minho replies, shaking his head vehemently. “He was a shithead before, and he was a shithead after. Turning into a dragon doesn’t erase that.”

Hyunjin, perched delicately on the arm of the couch like a cat surveying its domain, raises a hand. “Alright, but can we all agree that Prince Caspian is hot as fuck?”

The room erupts into drunken agreement, voices overlapping in a chaotic chorus of dreamy sighs and affirmations. Chan leans forward, nodding vigorously. Felix dramatically clutches his chest like he’s about to faint. Even Jeongin raises his wine glass in silent approval.

Minho stares at the group, his jaw dropping. He turns to Hayun, who’s giggling into her glass. “Not again,” he groans, dragging his hand down his face. “I already had to deal with you drooling over him when we watched the movies. I’m not doing this twice.”

Hayun grins. “Minho, we’re not even watching the movies right now.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Minho declares, covering her eyes with one hand. “You’re not seeing him again. Not on my watch.”

Felix raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You know she already knows what he looks like, right? This is pointless.”

Minho shrugs, still holding his hand over Hayun’s eyes. “Doesn’t matter. I’m protecting her from bad accents and worse decisions.”

“Stop being a fucking buzzkill, Minho,” Felix says, rolling his eyes. “She’s allowed to find Caspian hot.”

“Not while she’s sitting on my lap,” Minho counters. “Levi Ackerman? Fine. He’s 2D. But Prince Caspian? Fuck no.”

Jisung, already tipsy and emboldened, smirks. “Still haven’t asked her to be your girlfriend, though. So maybe you don’t get a say.”

Minho shoots him a death glare. “And you haven’t asked Hyunjin to be your boyfriend, so maybe shut the fuck up, dickhead.”

Jisung flushes, his bravado deflating as Hyunjin smirks and ruffles his hair. “Minho, you’re such an asshole,” Jisung mutters, louder this time when Hyunjin starts laughing at him.

Hayun pulls Minho’s hand away from her face, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “For the record,” she says, setting her wine glass down, “I already told him I’m not going to be his girlfriend until he watches Harry Potter.”

“That’s so fucking ridiculous,” Minho groans, leaning back against the loveseat and dragging Hayun with him. 

“No, it’s not!” everyone shouts in unison, their drunken solidarity palpable.

“Fucking finally,” Chan shouts. “Someone with standards!”

“That’s not fucking ridiculous,” Jeongin adds. “That’s basic human decency.”

“Watch the damn movies, Minho,” Felix insists, throwing a piece of popcorn at him.

Minho groans, leaning back into the loveseat and dragging Hayun with him. “You’re all insufferable.”

Hayun laughs, patting his chest as she rests her head against him. “It’s okay, Min. I’ll make it easy for you. I’ll even make popcorn.”

Minho looks down at her, his gaze softening despite himself. “You’re too fucking sweet, you know that?”

Felix raises his glass in a mock toast. “To Hayun: the only person who can tolerate Minho’s bullshit.”

“Cheers to that!” everyone shouts, their laughter filling the room. Minho rolls his eyes, but the faint smile tugging at his lips gives him away. 

I originally wasn't going to post this until tomorrow but I had to because your girl is going to see Stray Kids in LONDON!

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[danika-redgrave124]

Umbra Witch Yuu

Tags: @sapphirepastries @twisted-dreamscape @fungifanart

Here are the Staff Weapons for Umbra Witch Yuu. Next will be the side Characters.

Dire Crowley

Raven's Requiem

Dual pistols designed with sleek, black feathers and intricate Raven motifs. Each pistol is adorned with shimmering, dark feathers that give them a mysterious, ominous appearance.

Flocks of Shadow: Unleashes a swarm of spectral crows that evelop enemies causing continous damage and reducing visibility. The crows boost Yuu's evasiveness and speed while active.

Divus Crewel (Cruella De Vil)

Couture Chic

Dual whips with luxurious black and white designs. The handles ate adorned with faux fur and elegant patterns. Strikes release stylish energy slashes and create a dazzling display of elegance.

Spotlight Fury: Unleashes a flurry of strikes that dazzle and confuse enemies, temporarily enhancing Yuu's speed and evasiveness with a touch of fashionable flair.

Mozus Trein (Lady Tremaine)

Wicked Stilettoos

Dual slender swords with ornate handles and sharp, needle-like blades. Strikes are precise and calculated, leaving behind a trail of dark Enchantments.

Enchanted Malice: Unleashes a flurry of attacks that caused enemies to turn on each other briefly, temporarily increasing Yuu's agility and causing confusion among enemies.

Ashton Vargas (Gaston)

Hunting Crossbow

A powerful crossbow with a rugged, hunting-inspired design and adorned with antlers. Strikes release explosive bolts and create shockwaves.

Hunter's Pride: Unleashes a barrage of explosive bolts that cause widespread damaged, temporarily increasing Yuu's strength and attack power.

Sam (Dr. Facilier)

Shadowed Voodoo

A staff gun adorned with voodoo symbols and glowing with dark magic. Strikes release shadowy tendrils and mystical hexes.

Shadow Conjuration: Summons shadowy spirits that curse enemies, draining their energy and temporarily boosting Yuu's magical abilities.

[doveatheart]

Hi, I have a request:

Could you write Human GN reader x Angel Dust (platonic)?

The reader is a young and shy human with magic skills (like John Constantine, if this is a help for reference) and when they try to do a ritual, they make a mistake, fall in Hell, where they meet Angel. When they see him, they run away, think he want to harm them, for to find out than Angel want to help them.

This is so specific, I know, but I want some hurt to comfort from one of my favorite character. And I hope this kind of request is not bother you

Thank you and Bye

A/n : Omg I’m actually excited. Ahhhhh. Ty for requesting! This doesn’t bother me at all. Sorry that I changed a few things, just seemed to fit better. Hope you enjoy!

One thing leads to another~

Angel Dust x g!n human reader

(Platonic relationship)

Warnings- Uhm rituals, unholy stuff, Mentions of bl00d, cursing, I think that’s it… Enjoy!

Update September 27, 2024 - Rewrote some lines to fit the plot better.

P.t. 1- Meeting THE Angel Dust *Already here* P.t. 2- “You aren’t gonna believe the day I had.”

You had always been a very cautious person. But when it came to your bestie Finch,(You can choose any name but that’s what came to my mind) You would die for them. When you made a friend, you would be loyal to the grave. So when they suggested some questionable things, who were you to judge. They suggested it in the afternoon when you got off your part-time job as a magician. You two often met then since you worked only two buildings away from each other. You walked down the stone steps that led to a nice fountain that you sat at.

“Hey (Y/n). I saw this cool thing in a dark book in the library. Wanna see?” Finch then placed the book on your lap and convinced you to open it.

You flipped to the bookmarked page with a sigh. You skimmed the page, reading about a ritual that could summon someone from Hell to grant you one wish. Sure it was far fetched, with a bunch of offerings, but it seemed fake. What’s the harm in a little bit of blood and fake rituals… You needed some fun anyway. You have no plans so sure.

“Soooooooo, whatcha’ thinkkkk? You wanna try?” Finch asked politely.

“Ya know what? Sure. Why not. I got no plans tonight anyway.” You replied giving the book back. They looked surprised. Who were you to say no to your Best friend.

“OKAY! Meet me at my house at 8:30 SHARP. See you then!” Finch then skipped away like the little kid they are.

What did you get yourself into…

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You walked on the sidewalk up to Finch’s house after you stupidly accepted their offer on messing with the fabric of life itself. You know, not a big deal. You waved off the thoughts creeping in your head about how dangerous this could be. Before you knuckles could graze the wood of their door, Finch opened it. They wore a black hooded cloak and held a candle.

“Uhhh- Hey. What’s with the uhh, That.” You pointed to their outfit.

“Do not question the ways of this ritual. Young one.” They said ominously.

“We are the same age.” You said walking in.

You immediately noticed the candles on the floor and across the room. It was dark though. What’s the logic on that? You question. The curtains were closed, lights off and book on a cake stand.

���Cake stand?” You questioned.

“It was the next best thing I had to a Pedestal!” Finch defended.

“Okay okay,” You throw up your hands.

You set your bag down softly and said,

“So what we doin’?”

“Sit down. All you have to do is sit down right here.” They said.

“Yea.” You sat down on a pillow, just barely missing a candle.

Finch then took a knife and cut both of your wrists. The warm blood trailed down your arm and then splashed into a little vial. They did some weird voodoo stuff and then they whispered some shit. You vision then went blurry. Finch then noticed the faraway look on your face.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” She shook your shoulders. The last thing you saw was you friends sinister face.

She had sacrificed you.

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Hot, so very hot. Red. Yelling, fighting, Screaming. You instantly recognized all these. Your Father/Mother taught you to analyze your situation. Your eyes darted from… creature to creature. Maybe it was your personality, or it was the shock of being, where ever you are, but you backed into a corner of an alley and breathed.

“Where am I? How do I get out-“ you asked before getting interrupted.

“Your in Hell Toots.” You spun around so fast it made you a little woozy. You looked at the tall, thing. He had white fur, two different colored eyes, four arms and you only measured up to his waist.

“Damnit small genes” you cursed to yourself. Then you replayed what he said in your mind. Hell? Shoot. Your fight or flight kicked in, you were far to tiny to take on this massive thing, and plus his arms could hold you in place. You made a mad dash out into the streets of hell.

“Hey-!” The spider called. For some reason, which was unknown to him, he chased you. Of course on his long legs he caught up with you in a flash. His hand wrapped around your wrist. You fought against his grip, but he was to strong. “It’s okay, calm down.” The spider said soothingly. He knew it was overwhelming. “Take a deep breath.” You calmed down. “Hey ya good now?” He asked.

“Yeah…” you said. Your shy personality didn’t let you speak higher than a whisper. The spider smiled a sharp white grin.

“There ya go.” He let go of your wrist. “Angel dust. Famous adult show star. Pleasure to meet ya.” He held out one of his four hands.

“I- I’m (Y/N).” You took his hand.

▪️~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~▪️

* Time skip cause I’m lazy…*

Angel Dust proved to be a trustworthy person. You were a little rough on the edges because of Finch, That piece of shit backstabber. You pretty much had trauma from their disregard of your friendship. Angel would comfort you on nights you thought you had no one, and make sure to tell you he would never do that. Some nights he would cuddle (not in a weird way) just so you could vent your emotions. In return, you were there for his good and bad days at work. You stayed at the Hazbin Hotel, a place that plans to redeem sinners to combat the exterminations happening every year. You met its staff, Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Nifty and even the Famous Radio Demon.

“DON’T make any deals with him.” Angel warned.

Angels P.O.V. Real quick

I had just gotten here for my first shift. Val asked me to meet him in Vox’s tower. I clicked the button for the top floor of the Voxtech building, and whipped out my phone, taking a sip of my smoothie that sat in one of my four arms. The elevator dinged that I have arrived at my floor. I walked out and pushed open the door that said ‘Vox CEO of Voxtech’ on it.

“Mornin’ Val-“ I lifted my head from my phone screen to see Val on the couch with Velvet, and Vox looking at cameras on his monitors. I looked closer to see (Y/N) walking through the Mall with Charlie.

“Hello Angel cakes.” Valentino purred.

“Why you lookin’ at (Y/N).” I questioned Vox.

“Ahhh, no reason.” Vox said clicking off the camera.

This probably had something to do with (Y/N) bring a human. They couldn’t help it. They fell down like that. I don’t even know how they fell down here…

I knew something didn’t smell right.

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Your P.O.V.

“Charlie, I’m gonna go in this store really quick.” You said straying away from the princess.

“Okay be back soon!” She said cheerfully.

You walked in and instantly were tackled. Strong men held you down prevented you from screaming by holding a cloth to your mouth. You thrashed around but nothing stunned them. Your vision went blurry when you breathed in the cloths scent. Here we go again. Except this time the last thing you saw were random demons faces, and name tags that said “Voxtech” on their shirt.

A/n- Thank you for reading! Will be posting a part two hopefully soon. My requests are open, so ask away. Love y’all 🤍

[w0rnoutsock]

3 & 4?

hI ANON!! thank you for the asks! i love doing these hehe so let's dive right in.

n3: Hottest food someone can eat? (from this questions game)

i'm gonna be kind of mainstream with this, but whenever my girlfriend eats an icecream cone i get absolutely bricked... it's just the way you're supposed to be licking the little droplets that drip off the cone, trailing her tongue along it, filling her mouth with white sticky cream (conveniently enough, her favorite icecream flavor is vanilla) that slowly melts on her tongue.. it's even hotter when she sucks the top, and gets her pretty lips all messy with white stuff. it's fucking hot. and she knows i get so fucking hard by that, so she often glances over at me while pretending to be an innocent pretty girl. oopps sorry. my mind wandered a bit too far...

n4: Genie granted you three NSFW wishes. What are you wishing for? (from this questions game)

mmh, this is a kinda hard question, ive thought abt what to reply for a while, but i think i came up with pretty good answers. >:9 (not in any particular order) 1. voodoo dolls/ toys that mirror the sensation on your genitals when being touched - i saw a post about this earlier, (sorry i dont remember whose it was) but just the thought of someone else controlling your pleasure from afar/by touching an object that mirrors the same touch on your body, would be so fucking hot. imagine being at work and whoever has your toy randomly decides to slide it in themselves and ride it. you'd feel every. single. bit. of it. you wouldn't be able to focus on your work, at all, as the pleasure would be unbearable, but you gotta keep still, because you're in public. Or imagine whoever has your doll, starts unexpectedly touching and teasing all over your body under your clothes, you'd feel the warmth of their hands roaming around on your skin, but you'd have no idea where it comes from or what is happening. god fucking damn it, that'd be heavenly. 2. being able to be bred/creampied without risking to get pregnant. (๑///๑) (sure pills & vasectomy exist but yanno) at that point, i could reach my true potential of being a slut boy and getting bred sososo much without worrying a single bit. 3. i wish (to an extent) monsterfucking was real (๑///๑) so stuff such as, big tall anthro creatures/entities (like slenderman) or people with inhuman features (fangs, claws, tails, inhuman height especially) urghhh. -- end -- again thank you sm for the questions hehe!! hope you liked my replies anon <3

[the-scarecrow-of-aus]

-Don't watch horror movies, don't like them, dont care for them. That being said: you know the voodoo pregnancy scene from seed of chucky? (Sorry, was reading the notes on symbiote dani au post)

Overshadow surrogacy

Diana prince struggled to get up, The light was shining into her eyes in the tangled mess of the bedsheets. Her body ached, as if she'd gone 10 rounds fighting Hercules. She couldn't remember what happened last night, something about granting a major favour... all she was sure of was it wasn't just fighting that had happened last night.

Eventually she got to her feet and exited the bedroom, she needed to get ready for work, for some reason her center of balance was off...

Danny and ember sat in the kitchen, both wearing sunglasses to fend off the terrible hangover that came from drinking clockworks blessed spirits, a rather powerful concoction they'd used to set the mood last night.

Danny placed a icepack on a knot on his head, wincing "Ugh, I don't think I can handle 9 more months of this!"

Ember with a few bruises but seemed to be in slightly better shape while still hungover smiled "don't be silly babypop, it's a spirit pregnancy, it's a lot faster!"

Danny could hear diana getting up and moving in the next room, he looked at her over the frames of his sunglasses "oh yeah, how fast?"

Diana who just opened her eyes in front of a wall length mirror: "AAAHHHH!!!!"

Danny was impressed "wow, that is fast, should we go calm her down?"

"Probably, too much stress on the 'babies' is bad"

"Babies?"

Danny trailed after ember blushing intensely.

[yowyowyaoi]

Hidan’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Deidara:

Fuck you

Where’s the money you owe me

I KNOW it was you asshole

At least mine isn’t 91!

Pizza or Chinese?

No bc if you killed him Leader would just blame ME.

Help me prank Itachi and I’ll give you half my next check 

Scared of a little gengetsu? Pussy

Go smell Tobi’s hair then ask me who took your damn cheap-ass shampoo 

Why would you eat it it HAD MY NAME ON THE LABEL bastard!

Ok but can ya’ll go to HIS room once in a while?? I don’t need to be kept up all night!!

From Kisame

Do that to Itachi again and I’ll eviscerate you and floss with your intestines.

That Jashin voodoo crap doesn’t scare me kid

Why the hell would you eat that?! You don’t even LIKE tuna!!

You better hope you can outrun Deidara then 

I think you meant that for Kakuzu. GOD I hope you meant that for Kakuzu.

From Zetsu

You left that guy outside can I eat him?

Are you done with that body yet?

Believe it or not fear actually seasons the meat 

Weird question but can I lick your scythe before you clean it 👀

From Konan

Lol pretty sure his are bigger than mine kid

He’s not that old he just looks like that 

Leftover ribs in fridge for you 

Pls stop harassing him. He blows up my phone for hours complaining about you 😒

Get back down here and clean all this blood you trailed in! I JUST cleaned the floor!! 😤

Dinner. Last warning.

Me and Deidara going to get manicures, you in?

You think I can’t knock you out just because you’re taller? Challenge accepted.

From Sasori

I’m not a pervert he’s 19 he’s an ADULT.

Best friend? Since when??

That medicine won’t take effect if you don’t LAY DOWN and GO TO SLEEP, brat.

For as fascinated as you seem to be with my anatomy you’d think YOU were the one sleeping with me, not Dei 🧐

If Kakuzu already said no then NO.

Next time I’m stitching that mouth shut so we can all get some peace and quiet.

Yes but I can make mine any size I want at any time. You’re stuck with what you’ve got. 

From Nagato

Because I said so.

Yes, really.

Be thankful that’s the ONLY punishment you received.

What she and I do is none of your concern, brat.

I’m sorry but you know Kakuzu has the final say in all financial matters.

You either apologize or I’m going to let Zetsu eat you.

Because you two cause too much trouble when we let you take missions together.

From Itachi

I’m not falling for that one again.

Never. Never in a thousand lifetimes.

Because it’s unsanitary!!

I know you took it I saw you wearing it yesterday.

Why were you even listening anyway? Pervert.

Only if Tobi comes too, I don’t trust the two of you alone.

Literally a few greens won’t kill you.

Yes you did know that!! I told everyone on the VERY FIRST DAY how allergic I am to that! 😡

Either finish your ritual or take that guy somewhere else I can’t sleep with all the screaming.

From Tobi

Of course not! We’re just friends! 

Wait do you think I might have a shot with him?! 👀

Idk I left after I saw Zetsu chewing on the guy’s foot

Is there a way to take back a picture after you send it before the other person looks at it? 

Want some cake? Want to eat myself but Konan says to share or I’m gonna die 😅

From Kakuzu

How much is it?

Did you use the coupons I gave you?

That shit is coming out of your paycheck brat

Sorry. Next time I won’t make them so tight.

Because I don’t have the patience and you’re not responsible enough.

I stg if you bring one more lawsuit against this organization 😡

My room. Now. 

Everybody gets the exact same. If you waste yours that’s your own fault.

Make me ask again and I’ll come get you and throw you over my shoulder

This is getting ridiculous how many times am I gonna have to sew it back on?!

Come see me tonight I’ll take care of it.

It was you and Deidara. I KNOW it was you and Deidara.

Maybe if you’re a good boy.

[byrdtrollsunoreversearchive]

Blindsighted

Your name is Sereni Sotkia, and you are knocking rapidly on the door of Rollyn’s on set trailer, a suitcase held tight by your side. The noises of your frantic demand for the model's attention are drowned out by the sound of loud music and running water. It’s easy to deduce the woman is taking some kind of bath while blasting the radios top fifties. You keep knocking and frustratedly call out Rollyn’s name on occasion, struggling to be heard over Levvie Arlott lyrics played at full volume. Eventually, you hear the sound of someone slipping out of the tub and stomping around, complaining as she makes her way to the door. 

“MATISE I AM NOT DUE ON SET FOR THREE HOURS!!!” They yell, before finally opening the door in an ornate fluffy bathrobe, she pauses when she realizes it’s you and not your shared manager. 

“Fucking shit, what can’t wait another thirty minutes.” She says, leaning on the door dramatically. 

You gesture at the suitcase by your side. “We’re leaving for tour soon” You say. “And I need to talk to you. Did that Sunset guy you dated have some kind of memory erasing voodoos?”

“What?” They frown. “Yeah- but he used them, you know, ethically, usually” She says, which earns her a long, long stare from you, a look several parts rage and many parts pity. You glance around, none of the production assistants and photographers are hovering- but it's better to be safe just in case. 

“Can I come inside?” You say, and they step out of your way, shutting the door behind them as you enter the trailer. 

“Rollyn” You say, “You dated that guy for longer than two months” 

“I- What?” She stutters, her wings bristling defensively. 

“Look, this is you guys at the VMA’s in January,” You say, showing her a photo on your phone, “And together at a cafe in lte december- and here in this fundraiser interview- I was so confused why you kept saying that shit. I think he deleted like- several months worth of your memory.” You explain. 

Rollyn turns off her bluetooth speakers, the music suddenly unfitting of the atmosphere, staring at the photos you’ve shown her, struggling to keep up.

“I-No” She chokes, her breath racing as she panics, they grab the phone from your hand and start flipping through the gallery in disbelief. 

“What the fuck. What the fuck” She whispers. 

“That- fucking douchebag” You exclaim. “He must have done something shitty and didn’t want you to remember it, right?”

“He wouldn’t- I don’t…” They trail off. “There must be some kind of, explanation” She says, handing you back your phone, Rollyn pulls out her own, going to dial the purpleblood. 

“Rol!” You snap, slapping it out of her hand. “Girl! What if he just does it to you again!” 

“He must have- a reason, he wouldn’t just- do that” She insists. 

“He clearly did.” You retort. 

“This- goes against everything I know about his character! And I’m a good judge of it!” They say, going to pick up the phone. You put your hand over the device defensively. 

“I’m not saying you’re not” You say, frustrated. “I’m not- I just, how can you judge his character if you don’t know what happened in those three months, or why he took them from you?” 

Her brows furrow as she thinks on this, expression becoming more turmoiled by the minute. 

“Does the press know?” She says, glancing anxiously at the shaded trailer windows. “Has everyone on Alternia just been laughing it up at my blank faced idiocy, and I had no idea?” She chokes. 

“Rol. Breathe” You say, resting your hands on her shoulders.

“You let me go on TV!” She snaps. “In interviews, blabbing about my life with a chunk of it missing! Do they think I’m crazy?” They choke, making some attempt to follow your advice but struggling. 

“I didn’t know” You say, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I just thought you were joking- or hiding something else. I’m sure no one noticed.” 

“Somebodies noticed,” She says. “You know the internet- someone noticed” They hiss. 

“It’s not your fault, okay, and you’re not an idiot. You’re gonna be fine.” You attempt. 

“I- no I’m not!!” She snaps. “Have you SEEN how mutants in relationships with highbloods are talked about in the press!! They’re gonna think I’m an idiot- after all the talk I do about mutant rights- falling face first into a relationship with a clown who did something shitty to me- I’M SUPPOSED TO BE BETTER THAN THAT!!” She insists, stepping towards you, grabbing your shoulders. You raise your hands in surrender, taking a step back. 

“Okay” You say. “I don’t even know how to unpack all that.” 

“I mean” They let out a frustrated huff, shaking you. “I don't think that! But that’s what they’re all going to SAY! Especially with me prancing around like a dumbass on national television giving out wrong information about my own life! I can’t-” She lets go of you, and plops down on the couch, covering her face with her hands, letting out a long sigh. They take a moment to gather themself- before meeting your eyes. 

“How long?” She says. “How long was I missing” 

You pause, inhaling and exhaling. You never smoked around Rollyn, on account of her asthma, but moments like this sure make you miss it. 

“Three months,” You say. “You dated for five months.” 

“No…” She chokes. Quietly, you sit down next to her, wondering what to do with your hands. You don’t pretend to be competent in the emotional department. Being more of a bite first ask questions later kind of woman. 

“I’m sorry” You say softly, opting to place a single hand on her shoulder. 

“It’s not your fault- You didn’t do anything wrong.” You reply, hands clenching in tight little fists. “It was a totally fucked up thing for that guy to do to you.” 

She is silent for a long, loaded minute, before her jaw sets. 

“Yeah” They manage. “Yeah,  it is.”

“To hell with the press.” You say. “But also. We can decide when or if we come to them. On our own terms. And what we say. It’s up to you.” 

She gives a long sigh, before reaching over and picking up her long discarded phone. “I should probably make a post” She decides. “It’s- better to get ahead of it before it gets ahead of me. I’m sure someone else has already noticed.” 

“Okay” You say. 

There is a long silence as Rollyn begins drafting something in her notes. The fans of the trailer whirring in a quiet buzz around you, before you’re able to voice the inklings of a plan that had been forming in your mind since last night. 

“Me and Nyghte are leaving for tour” You say. “Tes Roven’s our first city. I could talk to him for you.” 

She doesn’t answer for a second, before crossing her arms. 

“What if he wipes your memory too?” They say. 

“Then he’ll get socked in the jaw.” You retort. “I told Nyghte everything too- I wrote down a note in my phone detailing everything. We’ll still know what happened.” You say. “I go there, I talk to him, I hear his side of the story, worst comes to worst, I give him a good scare so bad he never sets foot near you again.” 

“Don’t kill him” They plead. 

“...Rol” you say. 

“I mean it- I know, with everything-” She snaps. “I just…”

“I won’t” You say slowly, already lost on whether it's a promise you could keep. The heart to heart is interrupted by a loud rapping on the door. 

“Sereni!” Matisse yells. “Hate to interrupt girl time, but what the fuck are you doing in there- You have a ship to catch!!” 

.

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Sunsets Voodoo’s have several major flaws. He had long since identified them as weaknesses to keep in careful mind. 

Number one- He has to have eye contact. 

Number two- He cannot work them without a verbal evocation. He had long since tried, practiced, but eventually had to give up on the idea of ever using them silently. For reasons unknown- he must always verbally outline what he wants the troll to forget. 

And finally, number three- they do not work on machines. He could erase every troll's memory of, say, him walking into a bank or a guarded fleet facility, but if there were camera’s, they’d tell a different story, no matter the wiped trolls. 

He is usually so careful. He is meticulous with his work. But this is not work. It’s a painful, interpersonal matter he wants as little to do with as possible. The wound of losing Rollyn is still wide open and raw. His reluctance to confront the situation makes him clumsy. Stupid. Acting quickly, and irrationally. He doesn’t know it, and neither do you, but you are about to sucker punch him in every single one of those listed weaknesses, hitting them all on the way down with the random and change agility of a cat falling down the stairs. 

It is a dimly lit concert after party in a club. Your name is Sereni Sotkia and you are nursing the same Shirley Temple you’ve had since you arrived, determined to be sober and sharp on this particular night. You’re still in the many belted, steampunk kind of black scandalous outfit that had been your costume for the last number, too lazy to change. You are making small talk with a growing crowd of female admirers, but they don’t captivate you the way they normally would. You only have two shows in Tes Roven. You are trying to think of how to find Sunset in that time in such an expansive city. Unbeknownst to, and lucky for you, he is looking for you at the same time. The purpleblood had already been warned. It’s nearly midnight when you spot him, the chance glimpse of his canary colored hair across a long room. He is waiting to approach, trying to figure out his strategy. Unfortunately for him, you hold no such reservations, handing off your drink to one of your admirers. 

“Could you hold this for me, baby? I’ll be right back” You say, with a coy smile, raising a single finger to your lips as you slip out onto the dance floor. Several of the fangirls dissolve into giggles, crowding around the one who has the glass, who is blushing deep rust as she stares into the beverage. You make your way across the room, shoulder checking the occasional troll as the crowd parts for you like butter. The taller purple seems to get the sense you’re coming after him, slipping further and further back into the crowd as if with intent to escape, but he’s not fast enough. You catch him by the shoulder, grinning like an animal baring it’s teeth. 

“Sunset” You say, raising your voice to be heard over the music. “Can we talk?” 

He pauses. “Sure!” He answers, and the two of you duck out into the hallway to the bathroom, where you can hear each other a little better. You grab the man, slamming him against the wall. 

“You wiped three months of Rollyn’s memory from her mind.” You hiss. “WHY.” 

He stutters. Despite all the time he had to prepare to be asked such a question, fumbling immediately at the finish line, with a clumsy, unhelpful bit of truth. 

“She asked me too,” He says. “She asked.” 

Your eyes narrow. 

“Think you’re helping your case, clown?” You say, tilting your head. “What exactly happened between you that was so traumatic that they’d ASK for you to AXE three months of their fucking life!” You snap. 

He doesn’t answer, of course, because he can’t. Not without revealing himself, not without revealing his plot against Midas. He could lie- but he doubts- knows- you are unlikely to believe him. He is backed into the same corner he’s been backed into for days. This battle was lost before it even started. How frustrating- to hate everything about the situation and your choices but see no way onward but forward. Sunset meets your gaze, eyes lighting up with a soft glow, but before he can make a sound, you make good on your promise to sock him in the jaw. The man stumbles, lights in his eyes flickering like a bad bulb. 

“DON’T FUCKING TRY ME, MOTHER FUCKER” You yell. He open’s his mouth again, desperate to try again, ever more panicked now that you’re drawing more attention to him, but you slam your hand over his lips just as they start to close around the word, pulling him into a headlock, stumbling back into the club. 

“You really wanna play this fucking game, huh?” You threaten as he thrashes in your arms. “I could ruin you with a tweet, you weaselly bitch. What the fuck did you do to Rollyn. Don’t fucking try me- OW!” You yelp as the man bites down on your hand, hard, he wriggles out of your grasp, slamming you into the wall, his eyes lighting up again, but thinking fast, you have simply closed your eyes. Your hands swing wildly in the darkness, throwing punches without seeing your attacker. Finally, your fists connect with flesh, and once you have your bearings on where his face is, you open your eyes, grabbing the purpleblood and slamming him onto the ground. 

“Motherfucker” You growl, as a growing crowd watches the fight. 

“YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME” You say, grabbing him by the horn and slamming his face into the floor. 

“AND YOU STAY”

“THE FUCK”

“AWAY” 

“FROM ROLLYN” 

“FIRLYN”

“BITCH” You say, punctuating each word with a hit. Eventually, you’re confident he won’t rise to try and wipe your mind again. You stare down at the bloodied man, trying to catch your breath, some crazed rainbow drinker banging in the walls of your chest as the scent of his blood fills the open air, you press a hand to your mouth. 

“Fucking shit” You mutter, heading towards the club balcony. “Any of you girls got a light?” You say over shaky breath, pulling a pack out of your pocket as you head out into the fresh air. 

Sunset rests on the floor for a long moment, trying to muster the will to rize. Get up, his brain insists. Get up, you’ve got to do damage control. But his body doesn’t listen. He has to wipe these onlookers- his logic tells him. It would be a hassle, but whatever. He needs to get up. He needs to open his eyes. But one refuses to listen, swollen, bruised, definitely black. There go his hopes of concealing this fight from his coworkers. Whatever. He’d come up with some story. He needs to open his eyes- If getting a little roughed up is the worst he paid for wiping Rollyn’s memory, fine. He could take it. He could still smooth this over- even if he didn’t get Sereni, he could wipe the trolls at this party, his struggling mind repeats in cycle, willing him forward. He comes to his feet slowly, his squinting black eye finally opening a sliver-

Only to be met with the black, glittering lights of the surrounding phone cameras, held high in the hands of curious onlookers.

[chershire23]

Sneak peak for my Supernatural and Hazbin hotel crossover titled Radio Rules.

She gives no indication of fear, despite how terrified she is on the inside. Her grandpa always told her a smile was a powerful weapon and she was keen on using it especially in situations like these. She could actually get out of here anytime she wanted given the voodoo she was taught but she wants to save as many as she can and for that it requires patience. Not many will die and she knows that given how these vampires like to slow feed. They like to keep their victims alive as long as possible and full of liquids to produce more blood for them. Essentially using them as cattle for slaughter.

“Don’t worry though creepy one, your turn will be soon and I bet your blood is very rich. I also bet if I asked the boss would let me have my own way with you when I get to feed from that neck of yours.” The Vampire says creepily whilst trailing a finger down the vein of her neck.

[streetkid-named-desire]

i wrote about v's pass around party boy days when he also was juggling a few sugar daddies for the wonc song week which was finally a slutty song (courtesy of my bea/honey playlist) area codes by kaliii

be nice i have never written men fucking before

thanks to @luvwich @kharonion and @totentnz for coaching me through this as i was fighting for my life to gather the courage to write the word "hole" <3

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V slid out from under the middle-aged hunk and grabbed his phone off the bedside table. His thighs burned and his knees cracked when he sat up on the edge of the bed. Thanks to modern medicine, Derrick was insatiable. V always woke up feeling like he was 44 and Derrick was 19. The sheets shifted beneath him and a warm, calloused hand touched his back. "I left you a little something on the kitchen counter."

Derrick kissed V on his shoulder, got out of bed and threw on a black silk robe. He stood in front of V with his hands on his hips and V noticed the growing bulge. He reached his hand out but Derrick slapped it away. "No, daddy's gotta get to the office. I got yelled at the last time I was late because I was too busy fucking you."

V smirked and fake saluted, "Sir, yes, sir." Derrick walked to the bathroom and V picked up his clothes off the floor. In the kitchen, a set of car keys lay on the marble counter with a red ribbon tied through the ring. The logo on the key was that of Mizutani.

When V opened the front door, a bright yellow Shion was parked in the driveway. He double tapped the unlock button and the driver's side door slid open vertically. V texted his generous lover, "Thank you, baby."

He sped through the switchback stretch of highway on his way down from North Oak to Pacifica. He couldn't keep the ride, needed to make rent somehow. But he would enjoy every second right up until he handed the keys over to Muamar.

He parked down the block from Batty's hotel and texted his other input, Charles. "Room #?"

He received a photo of a man only a few years older than him naked in a shower with the message telling him it was room 205. V smiled at how soon his hands and mouth would be all over the glistening abs in the photo. V nodded to a few Voodoo Boys as he passed as they nodded back. He was becoming a known quantity along with the resident joytoys that worked out of rooms on the second floor.

Charles called to V when he entered the room to join him in the shower. V stripped on his way to the bathroom and as soon as he slid the shower door open, Charles grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him in. He attacked V's mouth, desperate for connection, for joining. V pushed him away, "Missed me?"

Charles grinned and nodded. He turned V around and slammed him against the shower wall and trailed kisses down his spine. V spread his legs as Charles kneaded his firm asscheeks. He teased V, kissing his supple flesh but not quite digging in just yet. V reached his hand between his legs and stroked himself, sighing contentedly.

He soon got annoyed with the teasing. "I'm sorry, are you not hungry? Should I go?"

Charles growled and shoved V's legs apart further. With one final squeeze, he spread his ass apart and tongued V's wanting hole. V moaned and shuddered as he relaxed under the man's touch.

He almost came the minute he felt Charles's cock tease his entrance. Two days with Derrick left him with a craving to be filled and he knew he could always count on Charles to make him melt.

They finished when the water ran ice cold. V whimpered at the dual sensation of his and Charles's hot come dripping down his legs between rivulets of cool water.

"Fuckin'," Derrick panted and sat down on the shower floor. "Un-fucking-believable. You're so fucking tight I always think you're gonna snap my dick off."

V laughed and sat down across from him. He leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the cool water beat down his chest. Charles sighed dreamily and V opened one eye to look at him. "What?" he asked. Charles crawled towards V. "Oh Christ, I'm fucking spent. I cannot go again." Charles kissed V on his cheek and grabbed his body wash off of the shelf next to him. He spent the next few minutes massaging V's legs and chest, cleaning up the mess they made together.

When V felt like he could finally stand, he stood up and toweled off. "Open my briefcase on the bed," Charles said.

V wrapped the towel around his waist and walked to the hotel bed. He opened the man's briefcase and found a rectangular blue velvet box. The box opened with a satisfying click of a fresh spring. Inside was a silver chain necklace with a small emerald pendant. Charles came up from behind V, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head on V's shoulder. "You like it?"

It was hideous and he would pawn it as soon as he got done selling the car to Mu. "It's gorgeous," V turned his head and kissed the man on his cheek. "Thank you, baby."

He drove to Mu's chop shop and sent his best friend a picture of the necklace while he waited for Muamar to come back with his estimate.

<this will pay both our rents for 6 mo and ill still have a lot left for new gear>

He watched the typing indicator start and stop multiple times.

<r u crazy?>

"Preem ride. Won't ask how you got it. It's an older model so I gotta knock a couple thou' off for that," Muamar handed V a breakdown of his estimate.

<fine>

<thank u>

He shook hands with Muamar and in seconds his bank account went from two figures to five.

Two hours later he had cash in hand for the necklace.

<wtf kinda hole u got>

<why u wanna try it i know u got a collection of straps>

He CCd her on his email to the landlord about their rent and transferred the eddies. His bank account went from five figures, to three.

Thank you baby Moses, he thought.