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glystenangel · 2 years

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Bathroom Rendezvous

Himbo!Yuji x Confident&Afab!Reader (Modern AU) Oneshot

summary: yuji runs into his longtime crush at a halloween party, and he finds out you like him back

tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, everyone in this is aged up obvs, treating wounds trope, blowjob (m receiving), raw and penetrative seggs in a bathroom that isnt yours, like alot of fucking, small mentions of blood, makin outtt, yuji being shy and obsessively horny, from HIS POV for ur pleasure, dirty talk (lots of praise), some begging, confessions, straight up smut with v little plot - a dash if you will

~3.7k words

thanks for reading and enjoy<3

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Yuji had been too rough.

Thanks to his carelessness, his knee is scraped and covered in dirt from the backyard. It had been a momentary lapse in judgment, with him thinking that he could wrestle Megumi’s giant dogs without any problems. Honestly, it was on him for opting for a firefighter costume that was essentially neon striped boxers, matching suspenders, and a red plastic shell hat.

“Dude, I told you.” Megumi holds back his dogs, clasping his hands in front of their fluffy chests as Yuji dusts himself off with a laugh. It’s a pretty comical sight, with Megumi in grim reaper attire and his two canines sporting respective bumblebee and ladybug costumes.

“It’s cool. We had fun, didn’t we?” Yuji pats each dog’s head, and they happily pant in return.

Megumi rolls his eyes, and Yuji snickers before jogging back to Nobara's house.

He calls over his shoulder, “I’m gonna go check the bathroom for a band aid.”

Megumi hardly hears him as he fails to chastise his dogs, shaking his head while they obliviously lick their disapproving owner’s face.

Yuji slides the glass door behind him, saying a cheerful hi! when he passes Nobara and Maki as they dance past him and into the living room. He tuts to himself as he goes down the hall, glancing down at his wound every few steps. He finds the bathroom shortly, and pumps his fist when there’s no line and he can easily turn the bronze knob.

“Hey!”

Shit.

He sees you, poised in front of the mirror with a lip gloss wand and bracing a hand against the sink edge. You look adorable in your fairy costume, with glitter sparkling on your dress and iridescent wings hanging off of your back. Shoulder straps keep them hoisted up, and they accentuate the enticing curve of your tits as shimmery fabric spreads across them. Your back is arched and the cute shape of your ass pokes out as you tiptoe closer to get a good view of yourself in the mirror.

He feels stupid catching his own face in the mirror, standing in the open doorway with a stunned expression on his face. The only word for it is dumbstruck. He’s all wide copper eyes and parted lips, and his rosy colored eyebrows are slightly raised in surprise. The hat he was wearing had slipped behind his head, hanging between his shoulders by the thin elastic of the costume piece.

“Shit, my bad. Sorry.” He quickly says, embarrassment tensing his neck.

Before he can take a step back, he’s greeted by the amused tinkling of your laughter.

“Oh, it’s just you! It’s cool, come on in Yuji. I’m just touching up my makeup.”

It’s just you? Your exclamation instantly worries him, what did you mean by that?

“You sure?” He asks, cracking the door open an inch wider.

At the same time, the bass from the music blasts into the hallway, and you tilt your head in confusion.

“Close the door! I can’t hear you!” You call out, and Yuji shuts the door behind him, the cool wood brushing against the back of his fingers.

“I just need to wash my leg real quick. Megumi’s dogs got me pretty good.” He says apologetically, gesturing to the faucet.

You whip your head back at him from the news, snapping your tube of lip gloss shut.

“Oh my god, what? Here, let me help. Nobara’s got a first aid kit in here somewhere.” You open the mirror to reveal the medicine cabinet behind it, rummaging through the content.

Pill bottles and q-tips are scattered along the shelves, clicking against each other as you rearrange everything in your search. Yuji hardly notices the noise, only staring at the hem of your dress riding up your thighs. They dig a line into the tender flesh, and he wants so badly to know what they would look like bruised with his fingertips instead.

“Alright, here we go.” Yuji attempts to look mildly interested in the small red plus signed box you bring over. He already forgot what he was here for.

“Go ahead and clean your leg, I can patch you up after.”

Oh, right.

Yuji does as told, taking off his hat and setting it on the edge of the sink. Soon, you’re staring at his shin to examine the damage. Squinting as you stand, you click open the plastic to check for any applicable cure, and then you do the unthinkable.

You kneel down in front of him.

Yuji’s mind is racing.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” Your hands float over the bloodied skin, and he can feel the warmth of your breath ghosting over his knee.

“Y-yeah.” He nods, mentally beating himself up for stuttering.

Of course, you pretend you don’t notice, giving him an angelic smile instead of teasing him for it. You were always so nice to him. He knew he was a bit of an idiot sometimes, but he honestly just liked being enthusiastic about what life had to offer him and making sure his loved ones were smiling. He liked himself enough to have a good amount of confidence, and working out helped, but whenever you were around he couldn’t help but lose his cool. You were everything he ever liked about the world, so supportive in your kind acts and prettier than anything he’d ever laid eyes on. You were funny as hell too, exchanging jokes with him until you were both tearing up. Honestly, Yuji just held a natural affinity for you. He liked you happy, sad, angry, imperfect. It didn’t matter, you were still what his heart wanted until it stopped beating. He took any chance he could to talk to you and watch your eyes light up, although he never had quite the guts to invite you out on a date.

Now, you were literally on your knees in front of him, and he had fucking stuttered.

Get it together man. He chides, drifting his gaze from your shiny lips to your eyes. They appear a bit bigger staring up at him like that, and he feels his jaw tense when he rotates it in thought.

“This might hurt a little, okay?” The concerned intonation nearly makes him laugh. You really have no idea how much he does not care. He would let you do anything you wanted to him.

“Okay.” Yuji says, trusting you completely.

“Hold still.”

You cautiously dab at the wound with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol, and he grits his teeth at the sting. However slight the motion is, you seem to detect it.

“You really need to be more careful.” You tsk, a small pout on your lips as you place a hand on the back of his knee to steady him. The space between your eyebrows becomes scrunched as you concentrate on the task at hand, and the bathroom is so quiet it gives Yuji far too little stimuli to distract him. Even the music from the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the house isn’t anything more than a whisper.

Yuji can’t even reply, he’s fighting to not think dirty thoughts about you as your nails graze the skin of his leg. Any time you make some reassuring comment about his scrape, he just nods and hollowly agrees with you. He’s afraid to say anymore, saliva keeps flooding his tongue with want, and he can sense hot blood rushing down his body any time you grip his leg a bit tighter.

With a flourish, you peel off the waxy paper of a band aid and secure it to his cut.

“Okay, done!” You look up at him again, and the beam on your face tempts him into desiring unspeakable things.

Things that would wipe that adorable expression off of your face, leave you trembling, and streaked with tears.

Fuck. Fuck. You were too pretty and being so lovely to him, he was going crazy. He likes you so much that this perfectly normal situation is killing him inside.

“Oh, almost forgot!” You intake a gasp, and he takes a break from his shameful thoughts to dumbly look at you.

“What?”

To his surprise, you bend down further and kiss the band aid you had just placed onto his skin. His cheeks immediately flame, and he clasps his hands over his front to subtly push down his growing boner.

Yuji doesn’t have time to fix his face before you sit back on your haunches and peer up at him again.

Embarrassment tinges your features, and you pat the bandaid again with your fingertips.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. That’s what my parents used to do and it became a habit of mine too.”

“No! No, that’s totally fine. I just-” Yuji rakes a stressful hand through his hair, and then a heavy sigh escapes him as he searches your face.

“You’re just- Fuck, it’s…you’re just so pretty I don’t know what to do.”

The admission widens your eyes, and the air thickens between you.

“Then…” You begin, raising yourself on your knees again and prying Yuji’s hands apart.

The head of his cock presses against the cheap fabric of his costume, and he bites his lip at your eyelashes fluttering at the sight. Your breaths are light, skating over the thin barrier between you and the leaking tip of his dick.

Just when he thinks he can’t take it anymore, your eyes demurely find his, “Mind if I take care of this too?”

Oh, yes.

“Could you?” He tilts his head, slowly finding his confidence again now that he knows you want him too.

He plays with some of your hair in his fingers, and when you close your eyes to savor the feeling he can’t wait to grip fistfuls of it.

“Of course.” You say, the confirmation gliding over your lips.

Your eyes are still closed, and you tell him again, more softly this time as his thumb drags over your bottom lip.

“Of course.”

Yuji takes in a shallow breath, and he cups your face in his hands as you pleadingly paw at the back of his pants. Your chin is now grazing the tented material of his pants and your eyes are fixated on his. They’re filled with more need than he imagined they would be, and he can feel the spit traveling down your throat when you gulp at his hands on your cheeks.

“Go ahead.” He encourages, shrugging his suspenders off of his shoulders, “I want you to.”

You straighten up, tentative hands roaming around his waistband before tugging it down the middle. His costume pools at his ankles, and his cock slaps against his lower abs after being released.

His balls are nestled in coarse, pink hair, and the head of his cock is dark mauve and swollen with want. The rest of his length is a beige shade and twitching all the way up to the tip, where his slit is already oozing with pearlescent drops of slick precum. They dribble down and rest where the head of his cock flares out. He might cum just from taking in the hungry way you’re staring at his hardness.

“Oh, you’re pretty too.” You boldly yet carefully fist his cock with a breathless laugh, the veiny length throbbing against your palm.

The action elicits shivers in Yuji, and he hopes you do more than touch him. You shift in your seat, getting comfortable and unfurling your tongue. Yuji likes the wet, flat shape of it, and he braces himself as the ridges slide between your fingers before you bring his cock up to your mouth.

You swirl your thumb over the leaking hole on the top, and then bend your head down to have your tongue follow its path, eventually licking a strip down and back up to the tip. Yuji gets goosebumps all along his arms, and his hands find the back of your head automatically as you tease him with the tip of your tongue.

On your second trip down the girth, you lap at his balls before sucking the sensitive skin over one of them into your mouth. You fondle it with your tongue, making soft sounds and then squishing it flat against your tongue and dragging it all the way back to where his precum is beginning to lewdly drip onto the floor. You’re so fucking patient, and Yuji has to fight the urge to cum right away when you languidly go over the veins of his cock over and over again.

He has to crouch down a bit to retain any sanity he has left, and you smear your hand over the sopping tip of his cock. The rough motion forces him to wince, and you lubricate his length by twisting your slickened hand around his erection.

“Let me put it in.” He groans, pushing his hips closer to your mouth.

You kiss the tip when it accidentally bumps against the corner of your smile, and Yuji thinks he’s really going to cum when it creates a tiny, glistening thread between his cock and your cupid’s bow.

“You want it that bad?” You lick your lips to catch the translucent string, pumping him faster with both hands and sticking your tongue out to catch stray drops of his excitement.

They land on your tongue, dotting it with just barely visible splatters of creaminess.

“Y-yes. God, yes.” He bucks his hips erratically, letting just the tip of his cock prod at the textured surface of your tongue.

He knows he’s being needy, but he can’t help it. Nothing in his brain seems to be functioning properly, he just wants his dick fucking into your wide open mouth. He wants to stuff your throat and ensure that by the time he spurts cum into your stomach that your neatly drawn on makeup is utterly ruined.

You hum out a content sound, and then, you swallow him whole.

He can’t even fucking see for a moment, blinding pleasure flooding his body and centering where his dick is halfway down your neck. A loud curse must have let him, because his voice comes out raspy the next time he tries to talk.

“Oh my god. You are- Fucking amazing. So, so good.” He gathers your hair in his hand, and he ruts into you with wanton grunts.

“Right here is the best. It’s fucking incredible.” He facefucks you deeper, enjoying the rush of heady adrenaline that washes over him the deeper he gets, “Nice and tight. Mm.”

Obviously, you can’t say anything back, but you bob your head with clear devotion at his words and the way he shoves your head all the way down to his balls. You leave nail marks along his thighs, mascara and saline forming desperate lines down your face. He throws his head back, trying not to scream and let the other partygoers in on your dirty acts.

“Fuck. It’s so good. You’re so good. I’m gonna cum soon. Ugh.” A drawn out whine leaves him, and you maintain your pace so well that his eyes roll back from the effort it takes not to cum every instant. He wants to save a lot of cum for you, you deserve at least a mouthful.

You bounce on your knees and emit cries muffled by his cock. You’re synced to each other at this point, every shaky grab of your hands on his hips or thighs matching his own behind your ears.

“You want my cum already? Come on, open. Open, open.” He shudders as his body is wracked with satisfaction, and white sears across his vision once he reels his hips back and unloads his mess of cum onto your raw tongue. Every thud of his orgasm is followed by a dribble of cum, and you gratefully gorge yourself on the sloppy trickles of cream.

Yuji watches you as he catches his breath, caressing the sides of your face as you suck at the remaining puddles of white he left on your tongue.

“I love how you taste.” You whisper, and before you can swallow the last of his cum, he puts his hand around your neck and pins you to the bathroom floor.

“Can I-?” He begins, hand hovering over the hem of your dress, but you’re nodding enthusiastically before he can even finish his question.

So, he isn’t even sorry when he pushes your dress up to your stomach and quickly flings your underwear somewhere in the bathroom.

“Sorry. I just- Is this okay?” He’s able to pause for a second, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to observe that his cock is achingly hard again. Yuji sinks his teeth into his lip as it swings over your drenched entrance, and he doesn’t waste a second when you give him an eager yes.

Your hips collide with his as he thrusts himself deep, deep inside of you. The squelch of your cunt brings him to moan, and he becomes obsessed with the repetitive sound of it when he starts mercilessly fucking into you.

“Fuck. Fuck.” He’s certain that he’s going to cum in half a second.

“Yuji!” You squeal, “M-my pussy! Oh!”

“That’s right. I’m fucking your pussy.” He growls in your ear, not stopping the consistent rhythm he pounds into your core.

Before you can scream, he kisses you, making you mewl into his mouth as he tastes the film of his leftover cum in your mouth.

“I wanna cum. Wanna cum. Now. Please, Yuji. Please.” You beg between strokes of his lips and tongue.

“I got you. Hold on.” He closes the distance between you even more aggressively, splashing your mutual precum between your bodies.

“Yuji, fuck!” You keep your eyes on the squish of his balls as they slam against the bottom of your folds, your eyelashes fluttering every time Yuji grinds forcefully into your guts. He can vaguely notice your clit sweeping against his front, and he lowers a hand to smother it with the pads of his fingers.

The pinching and rubbing of his fingertips causes you to become even wetter, and Yuji wants to help you feel this good every goddamn night.

“You like that? Gonna cum now? Should I go faster?” He questions against your lips, nudging his nose against your cheek as he meets your watery gaze with his bronzy one.

“Mhm. Mhm!” You can’t even muster distinct words, and that makes Yuji even more keen on making you cum.

“Yeah? I’m gonna cum in your pussy. Want my cum in your pussy and your throat. Does that sound good?”

Seeing the whites of your eyes and feeling your pussy clamp harder around him is his only answer. Nonsense rolls off your tongue, and Yuji doesn’t think he could be anymore in love with you.

“I wanna cum with you.” He confesses, pumping himself through the sticky neediness of your walls.

Your lip begins quivering, and your back is arched off of the floor tiles as he plunges his cock in and out. Breaths only puff out from your lips when his hips stutter. Even so, Yuji doesn’t remove his hand from the lusty nub of your clit until you coat his cock with your climax and his own cum is spilling out of your thoroughly fucked pussy.

Mindless kisses from you line Yuji’s lips, and he drinks each one in as if they are sweeter than water.

“There you go.” The low register of his voice is soothing, but hoarse.

He slows, picking you up and settling you in his lap so that you’re off of the ground.

“Yuji.” You fondly cross your arms behind his neck, peppering the side of his jaw and neck with gentle kisses.

“Hi.” He beams, chuckling at your affection.

Yuji holds you close, encircling your waist and kissing you back.

“Everyone’s gonna know we just had sex.” You point out, and he rocks you side to side with a shrug.

“You started it, so I don’t know if you can be mad about that.”

When your mouth drops open, Yuji laughs, “Kidding, here I’ll help you clean up.”

He helps you the best he can, and by the time you’re both mostly presentable again, he just wants to bend you over and have you slobbering over his dick again.

“Okay, let’s go find everyone.” You fix his hair, and straighten his hat before you turn to grasp the doorknob.

As you crack open the door and peek down the hallway, he snakes his hand around your waist.

“Or maybe…we can head out early?”

You shut the door haphazardly, pushing him back into the bathroom with a kiss.

“With you? Of course I do.”

Once you rush goodbyes with everyone and use some not at all believed excuse that you need a ride home, Yuji and you are sat side by side in his car to his house.

He has to constantly remind himself to not flit his vision back and forth between you and the road, but you seem to come up with the perfect solution for that.

“Hey, Yuji? Can you pull over for a sec?”

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Yuji ends up fucking you with your hands pressed against the glass of his backseat windows, in his driveway, on his kitchen counter, on his couch, and in his hallway before he finally has you on top of his thighs and filthily riding him into his mattress.

You collapse on his chest after you cum all over the base of his cock, but lift up your head when he thickly swallows and his fingers sink into the plush swell of your ass.

“I really like you, you know that?” Yuji hopes his words come off as sincerely as they are, “Just wanna see you happy.”

Your simple response has him never wanting to let you go.

“Yuji, you make me happy.”

The sentiment prompts him to flip you over, and he runs his hazel eyes along your beautiful and bruised form.

“Would one more time be overdoing it?” He wonders aloud, hazily admiring how your nipples perk up against his own.

You draw him nearer, your answer solidifying between his lips.

“No.”

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down bad!! happy halloween 🎃🧚💖

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mc-rupige · 1 year

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I really wish for the cc to sit down and discuss the death system world building: y'know gods of death,helpers of the death and system heaven/hell (the nether has been called "hell" but by the finds of cellbit/forever/badboyhalo/baghera at the end of the train tracks i don't think it's canonically used as the after death hell)

Multiple characters seem to be linked to death somehow separately and while it's fun to see them explore their own things i prefer 1 unitary system instead of 4 messy ones (or at least canonically explain how the systems coexist)

Cellbit has referred to his own game lore of demons and links to death

Kristin was established as a goddess of death in dsmp so it's very probable that is present here also here (but idk how much dsmp lore Phil has transferred in q!phil)

Badboyhalo Is canonically a grim reaper part time and he has taken/accompanied the eggs ' souls

Rubius is angel/demon ( that links back to both cellbit (demonology) and bbh( bad hasn't confirmed his species but he is often refered as a demon)

I add Missa also but i haven't watched much of him directly but i read a few posts so i add them to this list even if i am not 100% sure what is canon or headcanons ( if someone can confirm it would be cool or want to add please do ) missa is also a grim reaper... ? Or at least he is a skeleton..?

Also maybe foolish? He was a death/life god/demigod in dsmp i am not 100% sure on that or if want to continue that bit

i am not talking about the qsmp island lore cause i know they don't know much about it (federation/binary code lore/ nether portals at the end to the trains) i am talking about pure what system the people trapped in the island are/were used before the island

#look i am extremely fascinated by world___building and d-s-m-p lore has made me go mad in multiple occasions

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twizzta · 2 years

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character opinion on ebisu dorohedoro !!!

drhdr spoils past this+kind of long i microdosed on analysis

WHERE DO I MFING BEGIN first she got done soooo dirty and i hate how she was written and characterized sooooooo bad it drives me up the wall. firstly that is a 13 year old it is very awkward that all the booby humor was a big part of her and her mental illness/disability could have been taken more seriously like [shaking q hayashida] hey quit that. + i dont keep up in fandom opinions or anything but anyone who ships her with fujita needs to die in volcano fire its so weird

About story part: shes so real and i adore her soo much+everything about her grim reaper/skeleton/death motifs its soooo something to me. her story part where she remembers is so fascinating but it got cut way too short and i think theres so much possible character implication there about her. like i really wonder what she was up to prior to chap1 when she was big in the black market selling her smoke + her past family life and the whole doll twin of herself + implication that she REMEMBERS STILL after the laughing hairclip became part of her brain like Good Fucking God she cant do anything about that. good god she faced the horrors with fujita alone

also. her massive key part of the story with her smoke and being the unlikely contrast and cause of kaimans existence like insane to think the times she was close to death+when she died that one time was so intrinsic to aikawas awakening. like idk something with her grim reaper motifs tying into when kai was killed. much 2 think about

overall she is also so fun as a goofy little guy and i love to see her on little scooter with kikurage + her friendships with fujita and noi are so sweet they are literally family in this wretched world. ilove when she wears skull mask she is me sometimes and shes like sploingy ploopy doopy. thank you

#ask

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jjadegreen · 4 years

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ITS SPOOKY SEASON BABY !!!

And that means making spooky aus for no reason other than fun<3

In summary- jjba part 1-6 but there’s no stands/Hamon and they all exist at the same time AND everyone is a spooky monster!!! I included as many characters as I could but it’s quite easy to run out of creatures, so bear with me on a few of them. Also the joestar bloodline is just gonna all be George Joestars kids because I said so!

Also, this is all really dumb but it’s just for fun so it’s ok💕

*minor TW for mentions of death!!! Nothing graphic but I’d rather be safe

Jonathan: Frankenstein

Not exactly like the traditional Frankenstein’s monster but whatever!!

Used to be a regular kid until he died in his 20s along with Erina :(

His father, who is still alive here, doctors the hell out of his dead son and boom. Franken-son.

Most body parts are his but he lost some in his death... so like, one of his legs is just some random guys.

He is still very Jonathan... a sweet boy... beloved.

He loves flowers and plants and such!

Married to Erina!!!

Joseph: werewolf

Tbh I just feel like werewolves give off himbo energy

Ran into some spooky woods next to the Joestar mansion as a kid and came home with a wolf bite and a cool new form

The exact same as regular Joseph but with more dog attributes

Our boy will chew on a bone if he finds one. He will chase tennis balls like his life depends on it.

Him and Caesar are rivals but the kind of rivals who fight on the weekdays and watch shitty romcoms together on weekends

Jotaro: merman

Ocean man....... take me by the hand...... lead me to the land.......

Ok but in all seriousness. You know why Jotaro is a merman. Silly little ocean man.

Edgy bastard but he will go entirely soft if you bring out a sea creature

I have 0 idea how he became this. He probably pissed off an ocean witch or something and she made him a merman

H20: just add water type transformation. If he touches water, BOOM now he has a tail

He does not let that stop him

Kakyoin is his best buddy!! He also hangs out w/ Polneraff and Avdol

Jolyne: witch

Jolyne is just a lesbian witch. Is that too much to want

Idk anything about witches so I dunno!!! Maybe she just like. Decided to be a witch. I think there are real witches and I don’t want to disrespect anyone

Although she is the Halloween-y, pointy hat, black robe witch. She makes potions and stuff.

She has diverted her potion experience into cooking

She makes THE BEST fucking pastries

Josuke: werewolf (like father like son)

Even tho Joseph is not his dad here they give off similar energies

Joseph bit him while they were arguing and boom boom werewolf

In a band!!! With oku, koichi and yukako!!

Rohan is their manager

Best friends with Okuyasu and Koichi

He will cry if he doesn’t eat for 4 hours

Giorno: vampire

Vampire for obvious reasons

He’s technically everyone’s nephew because he’s DIOs son (who is biologically a joestar here)

He’s not in the mafia! He just hangs out with the bucci gang!

Despite having the ability to make it seem like he knows what’s going on, he never does

Never

Pudding cups are banned from the mansion because he will devour them in just a few seconds

Vegan, but will never pass up drinking the blood from someone he hates

You guys know I’d never stop at just the jojos

Erina: Frankensteins bride!

Died with Jonathan and was brought back the same way as him

Baker!!!

Very close with Speedwagon

Speedwagon: former ghost hunter

Our man was a ghost hunter until actually meeting a ghost (probably Reimi) and deciding that maybe he could just be a normal man instead

He lives with the joestars because he’s really close with Jonathan and Erina

He and Will were a ghost/vampire hunting duo

Will Zeppeli: former vampire hunter (who is now a vampire lol)

Once Speedwagon decided to just be friends with all the monsters he followed

Caesar: vampire

Don’t ask why caesar is a vampire even though that’s DIOs thing. Caesar gives off vampire energy.

He acts like he hates Joseph but believe me they are in love

Him and Suzie Q are the most powerful friendship you could imagine

Suzie Q: fairy!

Just a little fairy girl! That is it!

Badass bitch. Probably uses her tiny size to steal from everyone

Smokey: literally a normal dude

Caesar was going to suck his blood but decided that Smokey was too nice for that date

The joestars of course got attached to him immediately

Kakyoin: Tree Nymph

TREE MAN!!! TREE MAN!!!

His hair noodle is a branch that grows a cherry

Iggy: Cerberus type dog

Jotaros pet dog!!!

Absolute bastard

Avdol: Phoenix

Fire bird. Self explanatory.

Polnareff: centaur

Yes he still has the stupid hair. Would he be polnareff without it?

Avdol simp

Koichi: shapeshifter

He’s a shapeshifter because I said so even tho it makes no sense!!!

He does so many favours for everyone

In a band w/ oku, Josuke + yukako

Okuyasu: zombie

Why a zombie? Because Okuyasu has no brain

He’s a simple man. You put food in front of him and he eats it on sight

In a band w/ koichi, Josuke + yukako

Yukako: siren

I just feel like a long haired pretty woman gives off siren vibes

In a band!!! You have heard it three times you know the drill

Rohan: can transform into a dragon??? I guess???

I’m gonna be honest I’m just running out of ideas

Band manager

Tonio: can transform into a caladrius

@c-c-cherry told me this is some kinda healing bird??? I’m choosing to trust her don’t betray me Cherry

Reimi: ghost, obviously

No notes needed you get it. She’s a ghost

Mista: gargoyle

Stinky man!!! Stinky stone man!!! Never showers because he’s a stone man!!!

Bruno: angel<3

He’s already a perfect angel in the show why would I need to change that!!

Bruabba is canon He is married to Abbacchio

Abbacchio: demon

Goth demon man to contrast Bruno’s infinite light

He is married to Bruno because bruabba is real

Narancia: ghost

I’m literally just imagining narancia pulling so many stupid pranks as a ghost which is the whole reason I chose this for him

Fugo: reaper

Imagine like. Edgy son of the grim reaper who doesn’t want to be a reaper so he runs off and becomes friends with a wacky group of creatures. That’s fugo baby!

Trish: imp

Im almost out of ideas

Probably half human? Diavolo would definitely be an imp as well

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This was very bad but fun

Thank u Cherry for being my emotional support while I tried to come up with so many different monsters

Also yes!! Some of them aren’t exactly monsters but I am just a little creature who doesn’t want to spent a week looking for the perfect monsters for every character

Love you all mwah mwah

#jjba #jojos #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo #long post

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shadowfloofster · 1 year

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I can imagine how hard finding out Bobby was actually dead was for everyone who travelled 8K blocks to get to him, just to not be able to save him, instead having to say goodbye.

I can imagine how hard it was for Q!Bad though. He carried the group a lot, restocking everyone's food, making sure no one was left behind, handing out new armour, usually finding the safest and fastest route, trying to set a waypoint and being first to spot Cucorucho above the dungeon's entrance and being the reason most of them even made it to the top floor.

(Headcanon territory) Not only that but he's a part time grim reaper. He can see souls. Bobby's soul wasn't there like Tilin, Juanaflippa or Trump's were when they died. He didn't meet Bobby for his final life being lost. He HAD to be alive. So they were making his trip to save him, not to say goodbye!

So when they realised it was to say goodbye. It shattered Bad. He might not have taken care of him often and it wasn't his egg. But it still struck him as much as Dapper's first death did. He had to make sure they were safe, just in case. There wouldn't be anymore spiders or vindicators or anything for anyone to worry about dying to. He'd make sure everyone got home safely, just as he made sure everyone got there safely. (Even if they did lose someone in the dungeon)

He'd deal with his feelings once everyone was safe.

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp bobby

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unholy-merchant · 4 years

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NSFW Alphabet:

Death

Sorry again that this took so long but seeing as exams are finally over in free to write as much sin as I want and will most likely posting more alphabet later. I hope you enjoy!

A = Aftercare (What are they like after)

Death will tend caringly to your needs. He's gentle in a way you've never seen before. Giving you small and tender kisses while massaging every inch of your body. Death will do more than he needs to, grabbing you water and massaging your back. It surprises him when you also give him some sweet loving. He’ll caress your back, whispering I love you sweetly into your ear. Death seems to know exactly what you need after sex.

B = Body Part (Their Favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

Our Grim Reaper doesn't seem to really care for himself, but if he had to choose a body part he liked it would be his hands. His touch is both rough yet gentle. It has a certain yearning to it. He’ll have you moaning his names within seconds of touching your sweet spots. For you, he likes your eyes. He likes how much they tell him without you saying anything. They way they glow with a heated passion for him. It's very intimate to him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with their seed)

Death is a messy man and will definitely cum onto your stomach. His go-to is missionary so when he pulls out it's either on your chest or on your stomach. Hot and Steamy, Short but full strands. As for quantity, let's just say it's enough to satisfy.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty Self Explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You know that soul splitter thing he does? Well yeah. He wants to have sex while split into his two halves. One teasingly you slowly, rubbing all those sweet spots that make you whimper and beg. While the other whispers dirty thoughts into your ear. All the while your heat rises within your core but you're being denied from ultimate pleasure. Don't worry they both give you what you want after.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

Death has had his fair share of lovers and I would say he is very experienced. But not in a gross way. Death knows exactly what he is doing and will not hesitate to give you the pleasure you want. That being said Death is also a massive tease. He’ll have you moaning his name with just a simple yet lustful touch. He definitely knows how to satisfy you.

F = Favorite Position (What position they like to see ya in)

As I said in the above his go-to is Missionary. He wants you to be facing him, looking him deep into the eyes as he pleasures you. Your eyes tell him everything that he needs to know. Especially as to where those sweet spots of yours are.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment or are they more humorous?)

Sex is a time for him to be intimate with you. A time where he is vulnerable. Where he is given a chance to show how much he loves you. So you bet that he is going to be serious throughout your love session.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the Carpet match the drapes?)

Death makes sure that it is at least manageable. Out of the four, he is the busiest and doesn't necessarily have time for grooming. But he does manage it. Will try to manage it if he does have any free time. Carpets do match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Death is very intimate during and after sex. Sweet nothings and praise will constantly be whispered in your ear, followed by a few dirty words. He will link your forehead together sometimes stealing a few kisses from your lips. Death just wants to show you how much he loves and appreciates you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Doesn't do it often. If he has a boner he usually just ignores and tries to think of other things. Only when it gets to the point to where it's interfering with what he is doing does he go to take care of it. He usually makes sure he's by himself before unveiling his “Companion.” Takes long slow strokes up and down his shaft. That's if he's taking his time. If he needs to hurry up he’ll go faster. His moans are deep and guttural and might have to moan or bite into his cowl to keep himself quiet once he's reaching his end. Once he does though he is relieved and will quickly clean himself off before going back to what he was doing.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage is definitely one of his kinks. It lets him explore your body completely. All while you moan for, or gasp at his touch. He’ll be leaving loves marks/hickies everywhere on your body so be prepared. Death is also willing to explore one of your kinks if ever given the chance.

L = Location (Favorite place to do the do)

Your home. In your bedroom most likely. He doesn't want anyone seeing both of your nude body's, So he tends to keep sex indoors and in private.

M = Motivation (What gets them going?)

When you both bicker but in a good way. You both taking light jabs at each other and just being sarcastic assholes. If you both are alone, Death likes it when you render him speechless.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do/turn-offs)

Anything that will put you in danger or in harm's way, so don't try to suggest anything like that. The Daddy kink, he absolutely hates it. It's gross and he doesn't understand the appeal. Please never call him that. Like Strife, he doesn't like it belittlement. This man's been through enough and doesn't want someone he loves telling him he's a bad person.

O = Oral (Preferences in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He gives more often then he receives. He likes the way you come undone by his tongue. He’ll make sure to take his time and savoring the way you taste. Will get you nice and wet. It's a different story when he receives. Again your eyes shine with a lustful passion that just gets his blood flowing. He'll rake his hands through your hair as you suck him off. The sensation your lips bring his erected cock. He loves it.

P = Pace (Fast and Rough or Slow and Sensual?)

Death is definitely Slow and Sensual. It doesn't matter what you are, Angel, Demon, Human, etc. Slow and Sensual. Sex it a time to be intimate and its the only time where he can have a few moments of peaceful bliss. Just having you there is enough for him. Although if you both are in a more heated moment then he might be a bit faster and rougher.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies than then proper sex, how often?)

Quickies don't satisfy him. Death prefers proper sex over a quickie. That being said Death won't do quickies, he wants to satisfy you completely. Although they are convenient at times.

R = Risk (Are the game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

He's always willing to experiment with you. He wants to know what makes you moan and what sort of positions can give you both the utmost pleasure. He, however, will not experiment with places, if it's in your home then he will but if it's outside then he won't. He won't usually take risks, his job is already risky enough and he just wants to come home to some sweet love after.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long can they last?)

He can go for a while. He is a Nephilim after all. It's also noted that Death has incredible speed and you bet that also transfers to the bedroom too. However, he'll probably give either one or two rounds. I've said it many times and I'm going to say it again, Death is a very busy man so going a while with you isn't really an option. But if he does, however, find the time he will go a few rounds with you possibly three or four. He doesn't want to go overboard so Four is probably his limit for you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them on their partners or themselves?)

I would say he doesn't. He doesn't need a toy to get his love wet and begging. He can do that on his own with a swipe of a finger and a soft or dirty word. Toys are a bit of a nuisance to him and would rather have sex without one. He doesn't mind if you have one. It's for your pleasure when he's not around

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease?)

Teasing is his specialty. He’ll make sure you crumble and beg. Cold Hands scaling the length of your body, enhancing your sensations. He will tease nearly everything you have to offer. You get the utmost pleasure from his teasing. He knows how to rub you the right way and leaving you begging. His touch is a very cold yet a excruciating hot at the same time. Sex is never boring with Death.

V = Volume (How loud are they, what sounds do they make?)

He's not loud at all. It's usually soft sighs as he enters your core. Grunts and Guttural moans when he travels farther within you. Death will moan softly into the crook of your neck and will just entrance you with his low and sexy voice.

W = Wildcard (Get a random headcanon)

Death likes it when his hair is pulled during sex. It gets him going in a way. When he's giving oral and you rake your hand through his hair, pulling at those fine locks. Or when he thrusting into you, both of you panting heavily and you just snake your arm up his back into his hair and pull at him. It gives him a sense of pleasure and it let's him know he's hitting all the right spots in all the right way.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's in those pants!)

Death is longer in length and has a medium size girth. Not only does he have a very voice but he has a package to match that. 6 inches pushing 7.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not high at all. He reserves sex for special occasions. However, if you do ask to make love to him he will make love to you. Sex is an intimate thing and Death won't have sex often, and again reserves it for special occasions because sex is a way he can show you he loves you without words and more on touch. It also leaves him kind of vulnerable. He's also way too busy for it and won't necessarily have the time to make love to you even if he is in the mood. And he definitely won't give you a quickie to satisfy you both.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward?)

Death has a hard time sleeping. So it may take hours for him to truly fall asleep. And if he can't then he’ll just lay there, with you wrapped safely in his arms. He watches over you as you sleep, admiring every little thing he loves about you. Stroking your delicate cheeks and/or your waist. You're his everything, so he just holds you as the night drifts on.

#darksiders #darksiders death #death #darksiders 2 #unholy writes sin

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comradeboyhalo · 8 months

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ik ghosties are still rooting for a kidnapping but i love bad being proactive much more. for a long time, i found him a bit too passive (a lot of theorizing but no big leaps), so his current arc is really rewarding as a viewer. (and i know bad originally had a plot thought out if he won the election and had since been trying to get the ball rolling with conflict).

my issue with kidnappings is that it forces characters to have things happen TO them, instead of them pushing along the plot. and i know thats harsh on my part, a lot of characters get kidnapped by their own actions (like breaking the rules) but i still find it a bit unsatisfying? like they break a server rule (so it feels predictable) and then they get taken, and then they either discover part of their past or they have their memories wiped. and its fun to watch w other characters, but its just not something i want for MY streamer. im always going to have higher standards.

so having q!bad be VERY federation independent is really nice. i love that he knows his backstory. he knows what big traumatic event has shaped him, he knows what he is, he remembers who he was before the island. hes not getting whisked away by the federation, hes taking THEIR workers. it feels like cc!bad already has this fleshed out character with his own personal arcs (his mental decline, grim reaper) and when the greater lore intersects with him, it feels like HE is the one shaping the story, not having the story shape him.

#eh thats my opinion tho #its not exclusively qbad whos like this but also i cant think of another character who so strongly stands with soo much personal lore #and personal lore completely unrelated to any past rps #maybe fit?#badboyhalo #critical #? not rly but ye

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littlemisskookie · 5 years

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Loveless: Chapter 1

Loveless: Index Ship: Reader | OT7 Description: Spy/Men in Black!AU | You worked at an institution that dealt with aliens- aliens that were the fictional creatures we were told were from fairy tales. The job entailed love only for it, and nothing else. That’d all change when a mission goes wrong. Warnings: Future Smut, Mentioned Smut, Gore, Violence, Death, Sexual Tension, Bad Comedy Word Count: 6,348

Let's get one thing absolutely clear: aliens are real and they walk among the Earth.

They have for eons, really, swooping down on our little planet to play a visit or reside temporarily, typically hiding in plain sight or beneath humans' noses. The times they were discovered, though, alluded to a lot of ancient folklore and paranormal sightings.

Vampires? Aliens. Sensitive to sunlight and needing blood to sustain themselves, they went to Earth, a small clan that wreaked enough havoc to start a horrible movie franchise centuries later.

Ghosts were more common, mainly harmless save for the small group of "poltergeists". In reality, they were aliens from a planet that had become destroyed, resulting in their migration to your planet. Humans tended to latch the familiar onto them once they were sighted, confusing them with their own dead and such, or even creating mysteries surrounding them.

Loch Ness monster? A true monster that had been dumped from its home planet to Earth.

Demons? They originated from a fiery hellspawn of a planet, led by their leader Lucifer to your planet. Because of their horrifying appearance and deadly habits, they earned a bit of a bad rep, becoming intertwined with stories of religion. They were perhaps the most asshole of the immigrant aliens on Earth.

Fairies? One of the more diverse races, from pixies to dwarves, they had as many different races as humans did. Gnomes, banshees, leprechauns, brownies, hobgoblins, gnomes, and more. Some dwindled over time, however, due to natural selection.

There were some beasts that were raised in the wild or as pets by the aliens, from dragons, griffins, unicorns, pegasi, and more. The dragons were the hardest to tame, though, as they were the wildest by nature. That is why they are shown in both Asian and medieval European culture.

Mermaids were from the same planet as the Loch Ness monster, the great drought of 1488 BC bringing them to Earth. It was perfect, seeing as 3/4ths of it was covered in water, soon to be more with the rate of global warming.

Werewolves were one of the few that could attempt to live among humans, their appearance far closer save for the full moon. Some speculated that the reason for this was because the more human of their kind decided to mate with the dog-like beasts of their planet, and for them their genitalia was compatible.

There were far more where that came from, many continuing to flow in even now. They couldn't reside in the public with humans, however. Throughout history, there had been one thing that humans kept consistent: ignorance. If they couldn't even accept their own species for the color of their skin or their own preferences, how could one expect them to accept the foreign that lived amongst them?

And so there was one section that dealt in that aspect of Earth. A secret international organization that dealt with the affairs of humans and aliens alike, monitoring the immigration and crime and whatnot. Manage, monitor, and hide. That was the profession of the EAA- Extraterrestrial Affiliation Agency.

Where you happened to work, as it turned out.

They recruit only the most talented, lethal, and brilliant of agents to join the agency. Those who have exemplified skills that could bring them above and beyond, spies that could trick and fight anyone and anything, no matter how many arms. So prestigious, in fact, that there were never more than 26 agents at a time. From the ones filling the places managing to stay alive or those dying out quickly. They only accepted the best of the best, but sometimes even they found their betters.

They also only accepted those truly willing to commit. This meant no personal lives outside of the agency. All men were expected to get vasectomies, and women to get their tubes tied. Children were a distraction. No serious relationships inside or outside of the agency, though flings could be allowed. Should one even consider the possibility of love with someone or break the rule, they'd be invited out of the agency with their memories wiped. Relationships were a distraction. One must even fake their death to their family and friends, forbidden from having contact with them. They were a distraction. Love was a distraction.

Everyone within the agency was young. Young enough where they wouldn't be able to miss anything once they abandon their lives. Young enough to want to join a special task force that would make them feel at the top of the world, almighty and all powerful. In their physical and mental prime. No one had to worry about growing out of the job, either. That was fine, though. Another condition was to be willing to die for one's planet no matter what.

You yourself were Agent Q, your code name out of the alphabet. You specialized in the more so spy aspects of the jobs, remaining invisible and acting deceitfully in order to obtain information. Cold and cunning, you had learned long ago that the true trick to being a spy was in the acting. You had learned how to skillfully slip into any persona or personality, up to the point where you forgot which one you really had.

You had caught the eye of the agency when you were far younger, just beginning adulthood. You were a master of deceit, getting into both the FBI and CIA, at some point even forging a British identity to get into MI5.

All of it was considered training, however, when you were recruited for the EAA. Government agencies certainly had a thing for three digit acronyms. You were certainly one of the top agents, if not the top, excelling in each area applicable. Not to brag, but you had saved the world perhaps half a dozen times, whether it was Incubi who were attempting to seduce the leaders of the world to their every whim in an attempt to rule Earth or a group of yeti who were trying to escape Anartica by hijacking one of the traveling planes and causing a rampage in New Zealand. That was one of the many reasons why no one was allowed to fly over the South Pole, per international law.

You remembered your first few weeks as an agent, your mentor being none other than one Kim Namjoon, otherwise known as Agent B. At the time he was on the cusp of celebration, finally arranging a treaty between the zombies and satyrs, two species that had disgusted each other since the beginning of time. Pesky creatures.

Namjoon specialized in the more analytical parts of the job. He could see through anyone's lie with a mere glance. He easily had one of the highest IQs within the agency, which was saying a lot for an agency of your caliber. No one was by any means average in any area. Except for dick size- you knew personally. Namjoon was one who could do the math on the likelihood of immediate death within a second, and every prediction and calculation he had made turned out true. A god's death? Correct. The following plans for a pact of golems planning to invade Hong Kong? Easy. Which species humans could strike a reasonable deal with, perhaps reaping the benefits of their resources? Done. It was even said that he once outsmarted Death himself, though it was really an alien that originated the legend of the Grim Reaper.

He was a good mentor, letting you see how to settle or work around conflict without using trickery or fists. He had opened your eyes to endless possibilities of dealing with people and aliens, even tutoring you on each and every species known to man. Their tells, their weaknesses, their history. One must learn from the past in order to move on in the future. At least that's what the poster in his office claimed. Despite the fact he was barely older than you he seemed to be eons older in wisdom and smarts. You got to learn early on in the missions where you shadowed him.

Even after you excelled past the point of tutoring, you'd spend time with him, knowing each conversation would bring about new information. You still teased him on your first interaction, reflecting back on it in comparison to your well established and current friendship.

The head of the board had brought you down to the main facility, and you were too busy looking around at the creatures you had thought before to only be mythology to notice the handsome man before you.

"Agent B, this is our newest recruit, Agent Q. I expect you to train her until you feel that she is good enough to operate on her own. As a senior agent, I trust you'll train her well. She's excelled in physical combat and the arts of personas, but I'd like for you to specialize on the teachings of the different species as well as alternative routes such as negotiation tactics. Sprinkle in a bit of economy while you're at it."

Namjoon studied you for a minute. "She looks a bit soft for an agent."

You fumed inside but did your best to keep your composure. Still, you couldn't help but quip. "Would that make you hard in comparison? I'm certainly flattered, Agent B, but I would insist that you take me to dinner first."

The head of the board showed no reaction, instead turning away. "I'll leave you two to it."

You were left alone staring at your tutor, the man showing no reaction to your quip. Instead, he simply smirks, as though amused rather than offended. "Sense of humor, huh? Let's just hope that doesn't die along with everything else around here."

He begins walking, and you trail after him, right on his tail. "You're not that much older than me- how is it that you're already a senior agent?"

He laughed at that, dry rather than finding it humorous. "Agent Q, around here 30 is considered old enough to retire. Ancient, even."

"Well you know the saying," you sighed, "'I'm here for a good time, not a long time.'"

Namjoon's laugh was outright that time, genuine and boisterous, the smile reaching his eyes. He looks at you with a sincere amount of newfound fondness, patting your head jokingly, ruffling your hair in the process. "You're cute, you know that? Real cute. Smart mouth on you, too. Perhaps we need a bit of that around here."

"I told you before, Agent B, take me to dinner first before you try to get into my pants."

God, whenever you teased him about that he'd still get so flustered, leaving you with tears in your eyes and aching cheeks from smiling so much. Truth be told, you had a bit of a crush on Namjoon for the longest time. You never pursued it, however. You figured that through the training and tutoring he had seen you as nothing more than a little sister. Besides, flings were the most that were allowed, and you knew that if you were to sleep with Namjoon you'd fall. What was there not to admire? So you simply kept that bit of information to yourself, instead referring to him fondly as Agent Bitch whenever he said something to erupt butterflies in your stomach.

He wasn't the only one who had sent you in a daze, though. Perhaps it was the fact you couldn't interact with anyone outside of missions, which usually ended with them dead. Or maybe it was the fact that so many of the male agents around you happened to be extremely young and attractive, as hot as they were lethal.

Take Hoseok, for example, Agent A. (Agent Asshole when he was being a bit of a snippy prick.) He had been in the agency the longest. The way it had happened was quite amusing, too. One of the entrances to the base was disguised as an antique hat shop. A robot ran the place, an old lady by the name of Barbara.

She'd ask anyone the question who walked in, "What brings you to a tacky little hat shop like mine?"

The answers would vary, and anyone with the wrong answer would simply be treated as a regular customer, but the answer would be, "Because I like Howl's Moving Castle."

How was the EAA supposed to know that a little boy would say that?

And so a little boy, no more than ten, had gotten swept down to a base full of mythological creatures and men and women in black suits. Instead of wiping away his memories, however, the board saw an opportunity, in the young boy. He was an orphan, meaning no one would miss him. If they could train an agent from the age of ten, who knew how skilled they'd become? Perhaps he'd give way to more of his kind in the future.

And so in a sense, they adopted him into their agency, the boy donning a black suit similar to the adults around him, handling guns and speaking to species of all kinds. Years later and he was by far the most skilled agent in all of EAA, even set to inherit it in the future, acting as a future leader. This was the only life he knew. His specialization was in assassinating, desensitized to the screams and pleas of victims, alien or human, that he'd become a cold-blooded killer within a millisecond. Outside of the job, the boy was bright and bubbly, still rather childish in nature, though you suspected it was because of the childhood that was stolen from him. When you mentioned the cruelty of him being taken to a place like this at such a young age, practically groomed, he grew frustrated, angry with you and refusing to discuss the matter further. You respected his wishes, but you knew he had wondered what would've happened if he had simply said something else that day. Perhaps he'd be normal. He had every species' blood on his hands.

You remember the first time you had partnered with him. It was a straightforward kill mission. Make it clean, not sloppy. Hoseok's specialty. It had been for a political leader of the ogres, urging many to come out of hiding to live among humans, accepted or not. Whether or not his morals were correct, it wasn't something you could risk. The best way to resolve the question was to take him out, as negotiation wasn't an option. The ogre, 10 feet tall, was rather violent, killing the last two agents who had come to try to strike a deal.

You had known Hoseok for a while by now, though you had never seen him in action. You were so confused as to how this man could be a supposed killer, with the highest body count in the entire agency's history. He seemed to kind to be raised from childhood as a cold-blooded killer. He seemed to loud to be a spy, hiding in the shadows. He wasn't at all what you expected. You liked him a lot for this, truthfully, another silly crush. He was more light-hearted than the bastards that ran this place, and you couldn't wait for him to inherit the place. You couldn't imagine him being as cold as them.

That was before that day, however.

It was your first mission without Namjoon, your training just finishing. The board thought it'd be best to keep you with partners for now as you gained footing, perhaps learning more in the process. You were ecstatic that it would be Hoseok, doing a yell of glee once you were in private. You two had snuck into the bedchambers of the ogre, deep in a cave near the Pacific. You had snuck past the guards easily, quiet as you stayed in the corners, distracting them from their posts. It was easy, really. After Namjoon's lessons on each species, you had perfected each mating call to a T, so much so that you prided yourself in getting even a two-inch pixie to want to bone you. With the echoes of the cave, it was known that it'd take the ogres more than enough time to search for the mate in question.

You stood over his form, quiet, listening to his snores. You looked to Hoseok, his eyes trained on the ogre's chest rising up and down, the final breaths he'd be taking. "So should we wake him up? Give him one more chance-"

Hoseok didn't give you time to respond, pressing a specialized ray to the ogre's forehead and firing. The body lit up with electricity, bright blue as it convulsed and twitched, jerking wilding on the bed. You smelt burned and charred flesh, the ogre's body slowly darkening as Hoseok continued to fry him. Finally, it stopped, and you looked to Hoseok in horror, his eyes cold.

He simply held out his hand. "Dagger."

Ah, that's right. Ogre's still had to have at least one of their hearts cut out after being burned. With shaky hands you give him the dagger, frozen as you watch him plunge the knife into the corpse's chest without hesitation, expert cuts that let him carve the large organ out, almost as though he were scooping ice cream. The entire time he wore an indifferent expression, almost as though he were bored.

The color drained from your face. You knew everyone had this sort of side to them- cold. You should've known- even you did. You killed a few yourself, even back in the public government agencies. Then why did it shock you so much to see Hoseok's side? The same man who would do funny faces or dances in attempts to cheer you up after long drills? Who pinched your cheeks seeing the newest agent?

Hoseok held the heart for a minute, the organ still beating ever so slightly in his palm. He squeezed it as its insides gushed out, spilling onto the floor. You stepped back, letting him drain its contents, what was once someone's life.

He dropped it to the floor, grinding it with his foot as though to rub it in the dirt. "Alright, I suggest we leave now. Lord knows the ogres outside will be pissed seeing their boss dead, and sexually frustrated on top of that."

You say nothing, following him out, in the shadows. You can only stare at the back of your head, slowly processing what happened. It was only on the getaway boat that Hoseok seemed to sense something was off.

"Are you alright, Agent Q?" He seemed like himself again. Kind. Concerned. Caring. Human.

"I just... I was just surprised."

He furrowed his brows, confused. "I thought you knew that was how you kill an ogre? You've killed a few aliens with Agent B, I'd figure you'd expect stuff like that."

"I mean, I know but... I..." You bury your face in your hands. "God, it's so stupid. I feel like an idiot."

"What is it? You can tell me." He reaches forward to hold your face in his hands, but you flinch. He catches wind of it, his voice quiet. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No! I just... God this sounds so dumb. It's because it's you," you whisper, feeling guilty that you're making him feel bad. "I know your history and your reputation, but I never could quite believe it, you know? Everyone here can be cold or desensitized, even I am at times. You're so happy and loud and lively I guess I just thought you were different."

"Oh." He's quiet at that, following your words. Processing them. "I'm still the same Hoseok, you know."

"Of course I know! Nothing can change that. I guess it subverted my expectations. You did nothing wrong, Hoseok, really. It was my fault for being naive and ignorant. I should've seen it coming. It's part of the job, after all. It was a kill mission and nothing more. You were just doing your job."

He nods slowly but says nothing. This time it's your turn to hold his face, making him stare you in the eye. "Hey," you say, "it means nothing to me, ok? I'm just still getting used to this job. It's not you, I swear."

He licks his lips slowly, hands coming up to yours. You can feel the ogre's blood on his fingers, still warm. You say nothing.

"I guess I never thought about it much before. I've been doing this since I was ten. I should've been more mindful of your reaction."

"Agent A, absolutely not!" You let your thumb caress his cheek. "We'll have to do a lot more of that. Best to get used to it now, right? You're still kind and caring and sweet. You're still my friend."

For the first time, you could swear you saw an agent begin to tear up. You were sure however that it was a trick of the light.

He squeezes your hands, letting his head hang low. "I'm your friend?"

"If you want to be," you smile. "You're still the Hoseok I and everyone else adores. I wouldn't have you any other way."

He looks up at you, and you swear his eyes are shinier than usual, glassy almost. "Thank you, Agent Q."

"Please, call me Y/N. Agent Q was my mother's name," you smirk, earning a hearty laugh from him.

After that mission you had grown closer, your following missions running far more smoothly. You communicated a lot better, but you always noticed how Hoseok would look to you before killing the target, as though asking for your permission. In response you'd always place your hand on his shoulder, a weak attempt to pour your support into him.

It wasn't long after that that Namjoon got his next trainee. A young man by the name of Taehyung, easily one of the most gorgeous men you've ever seen. Apparently, he had heard about your agency and had gone out searching for it. How he wasn't caught and had his memories wiped was beyond you, but as usual, the agency found usefulness out of those who came to them. It impressed them, which was saying something.

You had hopped into Namjoon's office, giddy at the news of his newest student. Admittedly you were a bit unprofessional, barging in to get an eyeful of the boy. "I hear Agent B's got a new apprentice!" you say. The boy had been here for three days, but you were shooed away by others who insisted you'd scare him off or intimidate him. Truth be told you were sure they'd think you'd want to jump his bones the second you saw him- and you couldn't deny it. The man was the definition of beauty. The moment your eyes landed on him you were stunned, eyes wide. "Holy shit."

Namjoon sighed, running a hand down his face. He knew this was inevitable. "Hello to you, too, Agent Q. I'd like to introduce you to Agent V, our newest recruit. Agent V this is the one I most previously trained, a major pain in the agency's ass."

"Oh please, Agent Bitch, he's more than welcome to call me Y/N." You smile at Agent V, his eyes trained on you, and truth be told you enjoyed the attention from the handsome man. "What made you want to pursue a place like this? Were you a huge Star Wars fan when you were younger or something?"

Taehyung smiled weakly at that, a rectangular smile you couldn't help but melt at. "I've been dreaming about this sort of thing my entire life. I was considering joining the CIA, but I came across the extraterrestrial, and long story short it led to you."

You laughed at that. "CIA's for pussies anyway. I should know. The pay isn't that good either. I specialize in identity and personas, essentially the best actor in this entire cult they call an agency."

"Oh, I specialize in weaponry," he says, taking your outreached hand to shake it.

"Weaponry?" You quirk a brow at that, looking to Namjoon.

"He can take a rock and a stone and make it a Sonic Blaster 5000. Kid's impressive."

"I'd think so, seeing as he's here." You turn to him, winking a bit as you give his hand a firm squeeze. "I look forward to working with you, Agent V. Maybe you can make me a few other kinds of weapons."

"He's not going to make you a vibrator, Agent Q. Now will you please annoy someone else?" he huffed, shooing you out.

"It was worth asking-" You didn't get much else out as he proceeded to slam the door in your face. That was fine, though. You ended up working with Taehyung on various missions and even heard from Namjoon about the young man's crush on you. You were flattered of course but never pursued the mutual attraction in fear that he'd fall for you in turn. You never let his tiny crush on you get in the way of friendship, dubbing him with the name of Agent Vagina on a mission to Greece, where you'd interact with many of the creatures from Greek Mythology (a subject you were thankful you passed back in school).

There were others, however, who were far more open about their attraction to you.

Take Agent C(unt) for example, AKA Kim Seokjin, specializer in medicine and healing.

You had to admit he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life. You checked out his ass about as many times as he checked out yours, if not more. Even if it wasn't as round as a few other agents, you couldn't help but let your eyes wander whenever he picked something up.

However, Kim Seokjin had to be the cockiest bastard you knew. (Part of the reason you nicknamed him Cunt instead of Cock was to get under his nerves. He was so proud of how much he ate pussy anyway.)

He was hot and he knew it. It was rumored that he got a siren to fall for him, though you wouldn't be surprised if he spread that rumor himself. Some did speculate however that he had some siren blood in him- that or incubus. He was also the biggest flirt you knew, sexual jokes accompanying many of his annoying puns, and you'd never let him know, but you always did your best not to crack up hysterically. He might have the worst dad jokes ever, but you liked them nevertheless.

It was at some point during a mission of kidnapping a local succubus that he wouldn't shut up about letting you borrow her. All while she was tranquilized in the back of the agency's jet, for crying out loud!

"I mean I'm not sure if you swing that way, but I'm sure you can use a good lay, Agent Q," Jin smirked, knowing exactly how to tease you.

"Dear God, Jin, fuck you!" you say, though both of you knew you weren't angry in the slightest.

"You offering? I mean I'll take her place if that's what you want." He wiggled his brows for emphasis.

"Agent Cunt, last I checked you'd fuck anything that walked on two legs."

"Last I checked you walked on two legs."

"You've got to be kidding me," you say, shaking your head in disbelief.

"Come on, Y/N, you know you're attracted to me. Just look at my face!" He takes on hand off the wheel to blow an exaggerated kiss, which you catch and crush beneath your palm.

"As if." You roll your eyes. "Get over yourself, Jin."

"Or you could get under me."

"Ew! You're shameless, aren't you?"

"C'mon, we could do it in your office! Right on your desk! Facetime the bitchy Head of Board while we're at it," he jokes.

Truth be told you would've. Jin was right to say you were attracted to him, and you couldn't picture him as a relationship type. Honestly, the only reason you hadn't jumped his bones yet was to spite him for his arrogance.

There was one coworker who you had a tryst with. An agent by the name Park Jimin, code name Agent P. The man specialized in alien communications, fluent in every language known to man and above. He was one of the sweeter guys in the business, a soft personality everywhere but in bed. You were attracted to him of course- and who could blame you? He was gorgeous. Or maybe it was because you seemed to be attracted to every man in the agency. Nevertheless, it was after a work party, a celebration after winning a battle against the band of gorgons. You had lost five agents in the process, but your agency had to look on the bright side. It could've been more. No one could truly mourn their loss, so they chose to celebrate their achievements.

After all, rule #1. No distractions.

You and Jimin had gotten drunk, and truth be told it was far better than expected. You would've figured you'd given into Jin's flirting that night, but instead found yourself bent over your desk by a completely different man. No facetiming your boss, though, unfortunately.

It did make the mission right after a bit awkward, however, but the two of you agreed that you'd stay friends and eventually the awkwardness faded. Whenever you wanted Jimin to shut up when he was on one of his rants about a coworker, you'd simply tease him about the fact he came first. Worked every time, despite the fact that he made it up to you by eating his cum out of you.

You remember the most recent argument when the two of you were arguing over who'd get to convince Lucifer himself to go to a meeting with the agency. Neither of you wanted to do it.

"You speak every language! Maybe speaking in demon will make him a bit more pliant!" Usually you yourself would be up for the challenge, but there was a reason why Lucifer was never depicted wearing clothes. It was always weird for you to look up from his flaccid red willie just swinging about.

"What about you? You specialize in identity and personas- that means you're the best liar in the entire world! You do it!" He argued back.

"No way! One, I prefer to call it acting, not lying. Secondly, man to man would be better. Maybe you can communicate by doing the helicopter."

"You're insane! I don't think the wooshing of our dicks in the air is gonna convince him to come to the base and have the director and head of board chew him out for going over the quota of stolen souls."

"It's not like I know how to speak demon talk! I tried and failed. I only speak a little bit of gnome and parseltongue- neither of which he speaks."

"Parseltongue- are you shitting me woman?!" His eyes bugged out of his head.

"Big talk for a guy who blew his load first."

"I swear to god I'll have you cum enough times where you beg me to stop next time, just to get you to shut your trap about that."

"Oooh, Agent P, are you mentioning a next time?" You wiggled your brows, teasing him as his cheeks flushed red. "I'll have to check my calendar! Will this make us official fuck buddies?"

He groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Fine, I'll do it. Jesus Christ."

"Thanks, Jiminie! Just for that, I won't call you Agent Pussy for at least a week," you say, giving him a peck on the cheek out of gratitude.

"Whatever, Agent Quip. You're lucky I like you so much."

That's true. Everyone seemed to like you in the agency- save for a certain Min Yoongi. AKA Agent D(ick). He specialized in torture- an area of the field that you weren't exactly the keenest about.

You two wouldn't have the most friendly of bantering, a bit closer to bickering. He'd get frustrated with you when the two of you were torturing a target, trying to get information out of you. You were annoyed with him because he'd nap through important meetings and never seemed to be listening to anyone. The two of you were archenemies, but admittedly you worked well together.

"Agent Q, would you please look where you're putting that?" Yoongi grumbled, swatting your hands away to take the tool. "Makes me wonder how you made it in here in the first place."

You grimaced, staring at the target. The New Jersey Devil, tied down and carved into, refusing to spit about the whereabouts of its colleagues. "You're one to talk. All you do is nap in your office and during meetings. Your entire specialty is based on sadism."

"You're lucky you're not the one on this table, Agent Q, otherwise I'd have you broken within five minutes," he grumbled back.

"Why Agent Dick, is that a proposition for kinky sex?" you guffawed.

He snorted. "Keep dreaming, baby."

"Pet names now? Such a charmer," you continued, your voice laced in sarcasm as you ran your hand down his back, mainly trying to distract yourself from the scene in front of you. "I knew that mask of annoyance was to hide your attraction to me."

He stiffened, rolling your touch off him. "Rule number one, Agent Q."

"This isn't distracting you, is it?" You toyed a bit with his tie before leaving him alone, taking the tool in hand as you decide to stop bothering him. "Alright, I can handle this bit. I just need to get used to this."

"Be my guest," he says, watching you as you finish where he left off.

It isn't long before you feel his fingers thread up your hair, slender fingers running up your scalp in a smooth massage.

"Yoongi," you breathed, your voice soft.

"What is it?" You feel his hot breath hit your ear from his position behind you. "This isn't distracting you, is it?"

You stiffen as he gets about a fistful, and you anticipate the yank, but it never comes. He lets go, laughing at your tense form, frozen and awaiting his actions. "Figured you'd like a taste of your own medicine," he chuckled.

You shoved him, rolling your eyes. "You're such a dick."

"It is your nickname for me," he smirked, letting you continue your work until the New Jersey Devil began to squeal and kick. "I think it's ready to talk. Bring in Agent P."

It had been a few years after joining the agency that you finally got your own trainee. Jeon Jungkook, Agent Z, nickname pending. His specialty was combat, and he was surprisingly more buff and thick than most of the guys around here, though they weren't anything to scoff at by any means.

He had a softer look in the face than you were expecting from an agent. For a moment you were brought back to the moment you and Namjoon had met. You got it now, especially with his doe eyes and bunny teeth. He looked too pure.

However, the skills he had shown, even beating you in combat to prove himself. In fact, he beat everyone in one on one combat, an effort to prove himself. You should've known by the busted knuckles that he was more than his eyes gave away. You had expected him to be slow, but he was quicker than you. You expected him to be less agile, but you were wrong there too.

And by God, by the end of it, you were ecstatic to work with him.

He had finished battling Seokjin, managing to keep his pretty face intact (thankfully). You had jumped into the fighting ground and flew into Jungkook's arms, who caught you easily. You smiled and squealed like the childish girl you were, pinching his cheeks. "This is my baby everyone! My trainee, mine!"

"You haven't even started training him yet, dumbass!" Yoongi called back.

"Shut up!" you replied, letting Jungkook put you down. "That was amazing kid, really! I'm so excited to tell you everything I know."

Jungkook laughed at that. "You're not at all what I expected an agent to be like."

You rolled your eyes. "I get that a lot. Where'd you learn moves like that anyway? I fought for CIA, FBI, and MI5 and I still didn't beat you!"

"Underground boxing, dad in the military who taught me a few moves, and later on I moved on to the black market. Shady business like that gives you a lot of random fights, and some fight dirty."

"Well I look forward to working with you, Agent Z!" you beamed happily.

It was a few years after that when you got the news that would change your life forever.

"Agent Q, I want you to be leading this mission. There's an unknown form of extraterrestrial beings that have landed on Earth- unlike anything we've ever seen before. I want you and seven others to go out and check on the premises and see these extraterrestrial. We don't know what they're capable of, and can't take chances. I picked the top eight agents in the business. You, Agent A, B, C, D, P, V, and Z."

You had led missions before, sure. But this was unusual. Nothing of this caliber had ever happened, and it shocked you to your very core. New lifeforms? You had only known the species that already resided on this Earth, never before anything new. Also, so many agents? At most, there were three, perhaps five if there was a need for backup. Never eight. Your agency knew to conserve numbers just in case, not wanting to lose too many.

You looked to the Head of Board. "Are you sure you want to send this many agents?"

"We need our very best, and I believe you eight can get the job done. If you can't do it, no one can. You'll be expected to depart in the morning."

"Understood."

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