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seeing double

🌙staring. Johnny & John x afab!Reader 

🔮 preview. “As much as I’d love to fuck two of you, I know you’ve always been interested in a threesome with two guys, and we both know I’m too protective to let anyone else touch you. I found this cloning spell and I figured, if there’s one man I can share you with, it’s myself.” 

tw/cw. Threesome, unprotected sex, oral, blow jobs, pussy eating, praise, dirty talk, degradation, y/n calls Johnny daddy twice, John calls y/n whore/slut/bitch once each cuz he's an ass, demonic double John is a bit of a dick, anal fingering, deep throating, spit-roasting/Eiffel tower, double penetration (pussy/mouth), triple penetration (pussy/mouth/finger in ass), spanking, choking, biting, punishment, blindfold/sensory deprivation, big dick Johnny, pussy stretching, John cums on her face, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.9k

🍭 aus. Warlock Johnny, established relationship, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. ya'll thought one Johnny was enough for us, but I give you double John- threesome of the year

“Do you trust me?” Johnny asks, pulling away from a breathtaking kiss to lock his gaze with your own. His hands are gentle on your hips, but something in his smile makes you uneasy.

“It depends,” you admit. “I thought I trusted you last month when you decided summoning a demon was a good idea but that didn’t turn out very well, did it, Johnny?”

“What do you mean?” he laughs. “That was a great idea! He gave me a new spell book!”

“Yeah, a book of black magic! Please tell me you haven’t been messing around with that again-”

“Fine, I haven’t been messing around with it,” Johnny pulls you deeper into his room, “I’ve been reading it.” 

“Johnny-”

“Trust me on this one, I found a spell and I think you’ll really like it!”

You can’t believe you’re humoring your boyfriend on this, but with a sigh, you take a seat on his bed. “Fine, what is it?” 

“It’s a cloning spell,” Johnny grins, picking up the Demonic Grimoire.

“A cloning spell?” you repeat, eyes widening. “Are you trying to suggest a threesome or something? You know, if you want another girl to join, it’s easier to just go find one rather than conjure up a double-”

“Not another girl,” Johnny cuts you off. “As much as I’d love to fuck two of you, I know you’ve always been interested in a threesome with two guys, and we both know I’m too protective to let anyone else touch you. I found this cloning spell and I figured, if there’s one man I can share you with, it’s myself.” 

You simply stare at him for a moment, trying to register his words. “You mean… you want to…”

“Conjure up a clone of myself, and rail you with him, yeah.” Johnny’s grin widens. “Besides, that demon did warn me that most of the shit in this Grimoire is made for sin, and what’s more sinful than this? Lust, gluttony, pride, greed, sloth, hell, even envy is probably going to pop up. Maybe you’ll feel a little wrath too, if you act bratty. We can do all seven of the deadly sins in one go!”

You find yourself laughing. “You sound way too excited about committing cardinal sins, Johnny.”

“Well, I am half demon, remember.”

Sometimes you do forget that your sweet boyfriend is partly demonic. But his stint with the pentagram last month had reminded you just how close to Hell he really is, even behind his large smile and the ‘I love you’s’ that he showers onto you daily.

Many warlocks have a demon mark. Some have horns, or a tail- some sort of clear sign that they’re not of this world. But your Johnny? The only mark he has connecting him to the land below is heterochromia, one eye with a black iris, the other brown. In low lighting, it’s almost easy to miss the slight difference in color, and your boyfriend blends seamlessly into the human world with something as mundane as a pair of sunglasses. Others of his kind aren’t nearly as lucky. 

It’s been over twenty years since all manner of ‘night beings’ revealed themselves to your world. Vampires, witches, warlocks, werewolves, demons, angels- the list goes on. And while humanity has gotten used to these ‘others,’ they’re not fully accepted yet either. You have family members who would have a heart attack if they knew what you got up to with Johnny every week.

“Come on, baby,” Johnny sets his Grimoire down in favor of grabbing your hand. “I’ll only do it if you want to give it a try.” 

“Is it easy to cancel the spell?” you ask. “Last time you conjured that cat with batwings we couldn’t get rid of it for a week-”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t love Mister Whisker-Bat by the end of the week though, you were just as sad to see him go as I was,” Johnny insists. “But yeah, canceling the spell is easy. I’ll be using one of my hairs for the spell, to get rid of the double, all we have to do is light the small alter - and hair - on fire.”

“Sounds simple enough.”

“Is that a yes?” Johnny’s eyes widen. “You’ll have a threesome with me and me?”

You laugh at his choice of words. “You can conjure him and we can see what he’s like, how’s that sound?”

“Trust me, baby, you’ll love him.” Johnny flashes you a wink, his brown eye disappearing momentarily so all you see is the black one. It’s a quirk of his, whenever he winks, it’s always the demon eye on full display. 

“How are you so sure about this?” you ask, standing from the bed and wrapping your arms around the back of Johnny’s neck, looking up at him with a smile. His confidence is one of the things you love most about him, even if it does get him into trouble.

“I just am, it’s a feeling I have.” He shrugs, hands finding your hips. 

It’s impossible to be this close to your boyfriend and not kiss him, so that’s what you do, pressing your mouth against his. It’s gentle at first, but as with everything when it comes to your warlock boyfriend, it quickly turns heated.

Johnny’s tongue swipes across your lip, begging for entry. You invite him into your mouth, stifling a moan at the feeling as his hands hold you closer, tugging you flush to his chest.

You have no idea what tonight will be like, but you do trust Johnny. He’d never let you get hurt, and you doubt his clone will either.

Your fingers slip up to thread through his hair. He’s had it dyed a blondish grey for as long as you’ve known him, and you’re living for the way it sets off his skin tone. You’d half expected the strands to be crunchy when you’d first kissed him months ago, but his hair is as smooth as silk- Johnny has some sort of potion hair mask that he uses to keep himself shiny and soft. 

You tug gently on his hair and Johnny groans against your mouth, digging his digits against your hips. He’d said he needs hair for this spell to work, and you narrow in on two strands, biting his lip at the same time you give a rough yank.

“Ow!” Johnny yelps, pulling away from you. He looks down at you with wide eyes.

“You said you needed hair for the spell,” you grin, holding out the strands. “Here, I was just trying to help.”

He gives you a look that says he doesn’t quite believe you, and it only makes your smile widen. 

“Okay,” Johnny sighs. “Let’s do this.”

You watch him approach the small alter he’s made on his desk. There’s a large, circular mirrored tray as the base. Covering the reflective surface is a number of dried herbs and other warlock items, a bottle of something dark red, what looks like salt or ash- there’s also a few runes decorating the space, and bits of parchment covered in incantations. 

Johnny sets his hair in the center, then pulls a lighter out of his jean pocket. He lifts a black candle, igniting it. As the flame licks the wick, Johnny begins to speak in some form of demonic language, picking up the Grimiore with his free hand. 

You practically hold your breath, watching him as he tilts the candle at an angle, allowing the hot wax to drip down onto his hair, sticking it to the mirror. When he seems satisfied with the amount of black wax, he sets the candle down next to the hairs. 

His voice has taken on a deeper edge as he continues reading the spell, and you can practically see the power begin to radiate off your warlock boyfriend, like grey waves resounding out from his flesh, echoing through the room. 

Your hair stands on edge, a slight heat overtaking you, and you smell the familiar scent of brimstone. It’s a smell you’ve become accustomed to since Johnny apprehended the Grimoire in his hands, and it’s always given you an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You like to think of Johnny as your soft boyfriend, but he’s a warlock, and the demonic side of him is never more evident than on nights like these.

You’re not sure what to expect as Johnny’s spell work comes to an end. Bat-cat had appeared in a puff of smoke, but as you look around, there’s no dark cloud, no evident conjuration-

“Huh,” Johnny cocks his head to the side. “That should have worked-”

The lights flicker out, the room going dark aside from the one black candle burning on the altar.

Then, just as suddenly, the lights turn back on, and your gaze shifts to the switch by the door. Your breath catches as you take in the man standing there, one hand lazily touching the switch. Johnny’s double has appeared, and he’s the one who just turned the lights back on.

“Hi, losers.”

While the new Johnny clone is wearing the same white shirt and black jeans combo your boyfriend has on, this Johnny has dark hair. You’ve always loved your boyfriend’s coloured strands, but there’s something so regal about the dark brown- it sets off the sharp angles of his face, and leaves you breathless.

“Who are you calling losers?” Johnny retorts, closing the Grimiore and turning to face the double at the door.

“I’m calling you two losers,” the clone grins. “You’re a loser for wanting a threesome with yourself, and she’s a loser for agreeing to it.”

“You’re a bit of a dick, aren’t you?” your boyfriend laughs.

“Not any more than you. I’m your double, anything I say or do is something you would say or do, well, it would be if you let your demonic side out more often. You’re so good at keeping that part of you under lock and key, but not tonight. Here I am.” The double pushes off from the wall, approaching your boyfriend. “Don’t be mad if you don’t like what you see.” 

“I’m not mad about what I see,” Johnny says thoughtfully, “I’m just wondering why your hair is so dark. Thought you were supposed to be a clone.”

“My hair is like your demon side, you can try to cover it up, make it lighter, but this spell always knows your true self. Besides, baby thinks I look good with this hair colour,” the clone’s gaze shifts to you, and he flashes you that classic Johnny grin, “isn’t that right, baby?”

“I-” your words get choked in your throat, and you swallow thickly, looking between your boyfriend and his darker double. “Johnny-”

“Another charade to appear nicer,” the clone clicks his tongue. “Your blonde, soft-looking boyfriend might go by the name Johnny. But tonight, you’ll call me John.”

“You’re not the one calling the shots tonight,” your boyfriend interjects, “but… having two different names for us isn’t a bad idea.”

“It’s a great idea,” John smirks, “you came up with it yourself.”

“Can’t argue with you there.”

The two handsome men exchange a knowing glance, and your insides twist with anticipation. 

They’re gonna fuck you up and you just know it.

“So, since I’m not the one calling the shots,” John sighs, gaze shifting to you again, “how about you tell me how this is going to go? I’d hate to step on any… toes.”

He’s looking at you like he wants to eat you up. You’re used to Johnny’s black iris, but John’s dark hair makes it stand out even more. It’s noticeably demonic, and it makes your heart race in your chest. You feel like a prey being sized up by a predator, and something about it has your panties getting wet.

“You know what?” your soft lover cocks his head to the side. “Baby, how about you tell us what you want to do? You’re the one who’s about to be railed, you should get to choose how it happens, don’t you think?”

“I like how you say that as if you’ll actually fully listen to her,” John scoffs. 

“What do you mean? I always give baby a say in things.”

“Yeah. Sure. Except you nudge her in the direction you want to go. We both know it’s only going to take a little stroking, a little making her gag on our cocks, and she’ll be putty in our fucking hands. Baby just wants to please, isn’t that right, pretty girl?” John’s grin widens when all you can do is stare at him.

There might be a response for his lewd observation, but you’re already feeling nice, submissive and dumb. There are no thoughts in your head except ‘holy fuck.’

This dark John is really hot, especially when contrasted by your light boyfriend. 

You’re literally in awe, lips parted ever so slightly, your body tingling with anticipation.

“You know what?” Johnny sighs. “You’re right. We both know baby loves when we’re in control, so lets just… be in control.”

“Now you’re talking,” John grins. “I’ve got a suggestion.”

“Let's hear it.”

“What if we blind fold her? Make her guess who’s touching. Punishment for wrong answers.”

“Punishment?” you ask, voice coming out much shakier than you’d meant for it to.

“Nothing you won’t like,” John assures you. “Now be a good girl and grab the blindfold from the bedside table for us.”

Your eyes shift to Johnny, and he gives you a small nod. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turn and do as you’re asked, holding out the silky eye covering a moment later. 

“Now put it on,” John instructs. “And this time, don’t look at him for permission. Just do it.”

You do as you’re told, hands shaky as you cover your sight with a strip of darkness. As soon as your vision is blocked, you feel more sensitive. You feel even more like prey. Most of all, you feel vulnerable.

There’s a half-demon warlock and a dark clone with demonic intentions staring at you like they want to eat you up. To top it all off, you’ve now just blocked off one of the most important senses.

The bed dips next to you, and you jump slightly from the motion. 

A large hand smooths across the back of your neck, angling you to face the side, and then lips are pressing against your own. 

This mouth is familiar, and you lean into the kiss, letting out a sigh of relief. You reach out, grabbing at the man’s knee to steady yourself, wanting to get lost in the person’s lips-

But then they’re pulling back. “Guess who?” they ask, voice soft. 

“Johnny?”

A small chuckle, and you realize immediately that you’ve already failed the first test.

“How easy it is to trick you, baby.” He lets out a deep sigh, pulling away completely, standing from the bed. “Time for your first punishment. I think three smacks should suffice. Get on all fours, and say thank you for each one.”

Your skin tingles, heart beating wildly in your chest. You do as you’re told. 

Getting into a doggy position, you bend down slightly, arching your back. You’re on edge, listening intently for movement. Soft footfalls let you know someone is approaching, and then two hands grab your asscheeks through your pants, squeezing roughly.

“First three through the jeans, but once we’re done with you, I’m taking these off.” 

It’s not a question. It’s a statement, and you let out a small moan of affirmation.

Your panties are sticking to your core already, and the first hit makes you cry out, pussy clenching around nothing. It had been a heavy-handed smack, harder than Johnny has ever hit you before- but there’s something almost delicious about it.

Your toes curl, and you suck in a shaky breath. “Thank you.”

“Good girl,” someone praises you.

Another smack has you moaning even louder, grabbing at the bed sheets and bunching them up in your hands. “Fuck, thank you!”

The third hit has you practically trembling. You can already feel a bruise forming- but the pain is perfection, in a masochistic kind of way.

“Thank you!”

“Time to guess who delivered your punishment, baby.” 

You feel like a dumb little slut. You’re already slipping into sub-space, delirious and horny. If you had it your way, maybe you wouldn’t even want to speak full sentences anymore. Your mind is swimming, and nothing feels coherent. 

“I-” you lick your lips. The smacks had been hard. “John?”

“Wrong again, pretty girl. Your soft boyfriend is the one who just punished you, but I guess he’s not so soft anymore. In fact… I’d say he’s quite hard. We both are.” 

“Fuck-” you groan, imagining your boyfriend’s cock all stiff in his pants- then you remember that the visual should be doubled, and you can feel your mouth beginning to water.

“Second punishment, suck us off. We’ll see if you really know your boyfriend’s cock or not.”

A hand grabs at you, helping you off the bed and onto your knees on the floor. “Johnny?” you ask.

“Wow, you finally got one right.” The laugh that fills the room is distinctly clone like. 

“Do I get a reward, John?” 

“The reward is you get to suck cock, and since you just got two in a row, you’ll get to suck both of us.”

It’s almost comical how reward and punishment are the same thing, but you’re in too deep to question it. 

Now is not the time to be bratty, and you know it.

There’s a small shuffle in front of you, and then someone instructs you to “Stick out your tongue.”

You do as you’re told, and a second later, a cock is tapped against your wet muscle. You fight the urge to try to suck on it, allowing the man to coat themselves in your saliva. You even begin to drool, and you feel a drip make its way down your chin.

 “Suck.”

You immediately lean forward, swallowing the bulbous head into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around it, and you sink down as far as you can. Johnny has a big cock, you’ve never been able to take it all, but that never stops you from trying.

Your hands brace against someone’s thighs, and you begin to bob your head. The man above you lets out a groan, fingers threading through your hair, guiding you to bob faster, taking more and more into your mouth.

“Guess who,” the man you’re sucking on breathes.

You pull off his cock, feeling a line of spit still connecting you to the best dick you’ve ever had. “Johnny.”

“That’s my girl.” He pulls you onto him again, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Your fingers dig into his thighs. You push your reflex away, doing your best to please your boyfriend.

“Fuck it,” comes a rough voice, “my turn.”

A second hand grabs your hear, tugging you away from your boyfriend’s cock- only for the same cock to be pushed past your lips. 

It’s sinful how exact the clone is. He has the same large vein running along the underside of his length, the same mushroom tip, the same slight curve, the same taste-

But his motions are different. He’s more aggressive, forcing you all the way onto him like you’d willingly taken Johnny just moments ago. The sudden feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat with no prep - no sucking to start - has you gagging hard, your eyes beginning to water.

Grabbing onto his thighs to steady yourself, you do your best to relax, to focus on the sounds beginning to leave John’s lips, but as he fucks your face, it’s hard not to feel every inch of him. 

“Don’t be so rough,” Johnny tuts.

“Don’t be a backseat vouyer,” John retorts. 

“She’s being good for you, why are you being so mean?”

“This is part punishment, remember?” You listen to the clone click his tongue, and then he’s tearing your blindfold off. “Besides, I like how she looks when she cries.”

This is so sick and twisted.

If John is saying this, it means that somewhere, buried inside your soft boyfriend, he also likes seeing your eyes well with tears. 

You struggle to open your eyes, looking up at John. He’s staring down at you, and he releases a deep groan when he notices you watching him. “You love this, don’t you, baby? You love being used like our little fuck toy. Love taking this big cock deep in your fucking throat-”

You hate that he’s right.

Your panties must be soaked by now.

“Fuck-” Johnny whispers, and you wonder how it looks for him to watch himself fuck your face like this. “Okay, that’s enough.”

“It’s enough when I say it’s enough.”

“It’s enough,” your boyfriend states, firmer this time. 

“Someone finally grew a backbone,” John laughs, pulling his cock from your mouth. You gasp at the loss, a line of spit still connecting you to the rock-hard length in front of your face. Tears trail down your cheeks, and you’re breathing heavily. You dig your fingers into John’s thighs, marveling in the moment of reprieve. 

“Are you alright, baby?” Johnny asks. When you turn to look at him, concern is evident all over his face.

You nod, and it takes a moment for you to find your voice. “Yes, daddy.”

“Fuck, I forgot she calls us that sometimes.”

“She calls me daddy sometimes,” Johnny corrects, “and only when she’s in subspace- you really did a number on her.” 

“We did a number on her. You started it with the spankings, remember?” 

Johnny ignores his clone, reaching down to help you to your feet. He leads you to sit on the bed, getting onto his knees so he can be eye level with you. “He wasn’t too rough on you, was he?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“You’re still good for this?”

You nod, reaching forward to grab at the front of his white tshirt. Johnny lets you pull him in for a kiss, his large hands smoothing along your thighs.

Your tongue dips out to stroke his own and your boyfriend groans, squeezing you through your jeans. “Pants off,” he says, dragging his lips from yours so he can begin to tear your clothes from your body.

It’s shocking how quickly he gets you down to your underwear, and then he pushes you onto the bed. He pries your thighs open, and you feel two sets of dark eyes on your core.

“Already soaked. I knew you liked being our good little cock slut.” 

“I guess I should give you a taste first, seeing as the only cock that’s going inside this pussy tonight is mine,” your boyfriend sighs, pressing one kiss to your knee before standing up to make space for his clone.

“Yeah, our cock.”

“My cock,” Johnny says, firmly this time. “You only get her mouth.”

“What’s the point of a demonic threesome if she’s not going to be properly double stuffed?” John asks, sinking down onto the floor between your spread thighs. 

“One in the pussy, one in the mouth is double stuffed.”

“We both know I want her ass,” John rolls his eyes.

“I’ve never even been in her ass, don’t get greedy.” Johnny clicks his tongue.

Their bantering is doing something to you. The way they discuss this so confidently as if you’re not even in the room- you’re getting a view of Johnny’s inner thoughts, the battles he has with his demonic self-

He’s never talked to you about anal. But then again, his cock is so big it had taken you a while to even be able to receive it fully in your pussy, let alone somewhere else. 

“If you’re good tonight, I’ll consider conjuring you again,” Johnny says finally.

You swallow thickly, gaze shifting to your soft boyfriend who’s really taken the reigns over his demonic double. John chuckles between your legs, shaking his head slightly before pressing his lips to your inner thigh.

“Did you hear that, baby?” John asks. “Sounded like a challenge to make you cum.” 

“Then I guess…” your voice is much to hoarse and shuddery for your liking, “I guess you better not disappoint.” 

The clone between your legs scoffs loudly. “As if disappointing you was ever an option.”

You open your mouth to respond, only for John to press his face against your panty-covered core. His tongue flicks through the soaked fabric, teasing by your clit and making your legs twitch. Your hands fly to grab at his dark hair, and a whimper slips out of you.

He’s being a tease, and from the way he’s looking up at you, smirking while kissing your pussy through your panties, John clearly knows what he’s doing. You shift under his mouth, laying back against the bed and pushing your core closer to him, tightening your grip in his hair.

“Please-”

“Begging already?” Johnny asks, moving to sit next to you on the bed. “Thought you’d hold out a little longer.”

“Can’t,” you mewl, arching your back as John pulls your panties to the side, blowing cool air along your throbbing cunt. “I need-” You lick your lips, gaze dropping to Johnny’s hard cock.

“You want something to suck on, don’t you, baby?” Johnny grins, reaching out to stroke your face as his clone’s tongue dives into your core.

“Yes,” you nod, accepting your boyfriend’s thumb past your lips. You moan around the digit, thighs clenching as John sucks lewdly on your clit, flicking at it with his tongue while you stroke Johnny’s finger with your own.

“I guess I can let you suck me off for a bit, get you ready to take him in your throat-” Johnny muses. “But I want you on all fours, I wanna fuck your face, and I can’t do it at this angle.”

The man between your thighs pulls away suddenly, and his large hands easily flip you over, getting you ready for your boyfriend. It must be nice for him to have such a willing participant in the bedroom- you’re pretty sure Johnny could make any command, and John would follow through with getting it set up for him.

They have a one-track mind, and you’d bet your life that John is just as excited to get you on all fours as Johnny is.

Two large hands grip your ass, spreading your cheeks while Johnny shuffles to his knees and presents his cock to you. As you accept Johnny past your lips, a tongue presses into your wet hole again, and your toes curl at the stimulus. 

“Just like that, baby,” Johnny coos, pushing your hair out of your face. “You suck on me, while he sucks on you.” 

John growls against your clit, squeezing your ass roughly and shaking his head back and forth, earning a squeal that’s muffled by Johnny’s cock, which begins to glide in and out of your mouth.

“It’s funny- I can almost taste you,” Johnny muses. “I wonder if he can feel you on his cock like I can-”

The double pulls his lips from your pussy, and you can feel him momentarily panting, trying to catch his breath from the enthusiastic way he’s been eating you out. “I can feel it,” John confirms. “She’s always so good at sucking us off, even if she can’t fit much of us in that little mouth of hers.”

“She’s gotten better at blow jobs,” Johnny defends you, sinking further past your lips. “When she started, she could hardly take three inches, now look at her.”

His cock hits the back of your throat and you fight through your gag reflex. Your eyes are watering, so you shut them, focusing on being a good girl for your boyfriends.

Boyfriends. Plural. 

You suppose - in this sex-induced haze - you’re already thinking of John as a lover. Any man eating you out as chaotically and thoroughly as he should be considered one, right?

When John’s mouth returns to your pussy and his thumb begins to circle your asshole, you definitely think of him as a boyfriend. Only your boyfriend is allowed to toy with you like this.

“Are you serious?” Johnny’s voice distracts you, the thrusts of his face fucking slowing down. “We just discussed no anal-”

“It’s just a finger,” the clone retorts. “She’ll love it. She’s already practically dripping- reacting all nice and pretty just from the thought, isn’t that right, baby?”

A gentle smack on your ass prompts you to pull off of Johnny’s cock, bracing yourself against one of his thighs while you catch your breath. You find yourself nodding, moaning like a whore in heat. “Please- I can take a finger, I can try-”

“We knew jealousy was a part of this, envy- one of the seven cardinal sins,” teeth graze your butt cheek. “I’m jealous of you getting her mouth and pussy, I’m sure you can suffer through watching me finger fuck this tight ass for the first time. We both know you’ll be the first to actually fuck it sooner or later- why can’t you let me have this one win? Come on Johnny, she’ll love it. You conjured me to make her feel good, didn’t you?” 

“Fuck, you’re too convincing,” Johnny sighs, stroking your face. “Beg him for it, baby. I need to know you actually want this.”

“I want it so bad,” you whimper, a rush of emotion flooding through you. “Please, I wanna be full- I wanna feel it-” A strangled gasp escapes your lips when John spits on your ass, rubbing the fluid around your tight hole before pressing the tip of his finger inside of you. “Oh my god-”

Johnny threads his fingers through your hair, tugging so you’re forced to look up at him. “The moment you cum, we’re switching positions and I’m fucking you, got it, baby?” 

“Yes, daddy,” you moan.

“Now open up.”

You do as you’re told, and Johnny slips his cock back into your mouth, picking up where he’d left off.

Generally, when you’re blowing Johnny, it’s hard to focus on anything else. But today, it’s hard to focus on anything other than John, whose finger fills your ass perfectly while his tongue circles your clit like magic.

You can feel a pleasure bubbling in the pit of your stomach, and each rough thrust from Johnny has your body tensing, the orgasmic coil wrapping tighter and tighter-

Despite the cock in your mouth, lewd sounds are escaping you. A gurgling noise that you know you should be ashamed of- but you can’t bring yourself to care, mind occupied on the high that’s approaching much too quickly.

It’s clear that John wants you to cum. He wants to tear your pleasure out of you faster than you can even think-

His thumb massages your inner walls, stretching your tight hole open and making your toes curl.

“That’s it baby,” Johnny praises you, his grip tight in your hair while he fucks your face. “Taking us both so well.”

You can feel a tear of overstimulation roll down your cheek. This is almost too much for you to handle, and you haven’t even cum yet.

One particularly rough thrust has your throat constricting around Johnny, and it’s the last bit of stimulus you need to come completely undone for your Johns. Your abdomen tenses, and just like that, the chord snaps. It snaps hard. 

You tear your mouth off of Johnny’s cock, practically screaming as your orgasm rips through you like wildfire. Your whole body is alight with pleasure, clit throbbing, pussy contracting around nothing, your ass sucking up John’s finger to betray the deep need that’s grown within you-

All you can do is moan like a desperate whore, clinging to Johnny’s thigh while John helps you ride out your orgasm. The double is unrelenting, as if he wants to work you for every last drop you can give him- his tongue switching between slurping at your clit and diving past your folds, stroking your walls as they shudder.

“Good girl,” Johnny groans, petting your head with one hand while the other wraps around his cock, stroking himself through your high. He’s patient with you, allowing you to experience every shiver and moan, until your walls stop contracting, and John pulls away from your pussy with a wet smack of his lips. “Time for the main event.”

His words make you feel drenched all over again. John pulls his thumb from your ass only to smack it roughly, giving you a squeeze for good measure. “Be sweet for us,” the double warns, as if you’ve ever been anything but their perfect princess. 

In just a few moments, Johnny and John have switched. Your light-haired boyfriend sets up behind you while the dark double settles by your face. His cock is red, leaking precum, and you realize you’ve hardly done much to touch him tonight- seeing as he just made you cum, you waste no time wrapping your lips around the mushroom tip, stroking your tongue along the ridge  you find there.

“Fuck,” John groans, threading his fingers through your hair to anchor you like your boyfriend had just minutes ago. “Who’s our good little cock whore?”

“She is,” Johnny answers for you, sinking his cock deep into your pussy. “Fuck, our perfect little cock whore.”

He’s never called you this before- but it sounds so natural coming from him and his clone. Is this yet another one of your boyfriend’s fantasies? First anal, and now you being a good little cock whore? 

Johnny is generally a man who sticks to praise, and while he’s still doing that- there’s this darker underlayer beginning to be more evident. Maybe you don’t know him as well as you thought. This threesome with your boyfriend’s dark self is illuminating for not only your twisted sexual desires, but Johnny’s as well. 

You can’t help the way you react to the term ‘cock whore,’ your pussy clenching tight around the large cock splitting you open. You begin to drool on John too, relaxing your throat as he begins to fuck your face. He might be a dark double, but John’s being shockingly soft with the amount you can take. He’s not thrusting fully- not making you gag and cry- he’s using you like a man who knows and respects your limits.

At least Johnny’s respect for you transcends form.

“You know what?” Johnny says. “I watched how hard she came with your thumb in her ass, I think you’re right about filling her up properly.”

“Bet she’ll go fucking feral for three holes filled,” the clone agrees darkly, making you moan around his cock. “See? Listen to her. She sounds like a bitch in heat. Fill her up, Johnny. She’ll fucking love it.” 

These men are downright insatiable- you kind of love it.

Just like his double had, Johnny spits onto your hole, and a moment later, his thumb is pressing past the tight ring of muscles. Your boyfriend’s thrusts falter slightly, his focus lingering on the way you swallow up his digit, fluttering around both foreign intrusions. 

“If we’d have known you’d like butt stuff this much, we would have started training you ages ago, baby,” John muses. 

“We’ve still got time.”

“I won’t get to fuck her ass tonight. What time do I have?”

“Next time.”

“So I passed the test? There’s gonna be a next time?”

“Based on how our baby is reacting, I’d say there’s definitely going to be a next time,” Johnny laughs. 

“Good. I might be a clone from hell, but I think never getting the chance to truly fuck this little kitten of ours would be the true torture.” 

The warlock fucking you while pressing his thumb deeper into your ass scoffs loudly. “And we can’t have that, can we?” 

“No.” John tightens his grip in your hair, fucking you harder. “We can’t… also, I have something to admit.”

“Oh?” Johnny releases a chuckle, thumb stilling inside of you. “Now this I have to hear.” 

“You’re under the impression I’ll be conjured until you light your hair and alter on fire, but unfortunately, at the moment, I’m bound to the candle as well. You missed the fine print in the Grimoire. When the candle reaches its end, I’ll disappear too.” 

In your periphery, you’re aware of both men turning to look toward the alter, and your boyfriend releases a small curse word. “I guess we better make this quick.”

“And you should buy a bigger candle next time, that six incher you used tonight is a fucking joke and we both know it.” 

“My bad,” Johnny begins railing into you as hard as he had so far, pressing his thumb deep inside of you. “Guess I’m not the best at reading the fine print.”

“It’s okay, something tells me baby can only take so much more of this. She’s drooling all over my cock, her throat all nice and open, so ready to be fucked-” John groans loudly. 

“We’ve really fucked her stupid, haven’t we, Big Guy?”

Your skin tingles- there’s an inkling of something deeper in Johnny’s tone… is he… is he flirting with himself?

The man above you moans louder. “Of course we did. Have you ever seen anyone with a better cock than this? And for her to get two of us? She’s the luckiest fucking girl in the whole world- I want her to thank us when we cum. Want her to know how fucking blessed she is by this.”

It’s an interesting paradox- to be blessed by a demonic threesome. 

“Are you gonna cum on her face?”

“Fuck, if you let me. She’ll look so pretty all painted in cum.”

“She can’t say thank you if you keep her mouth full,” Johnny notes, digging his fingers against your hips while railing you as hard as ever. Each smack of his hips against your ass has his cock fully buried in your wet core, the tip of his length pressing against your cervix and making your toes curl with insatiable need. 

“No, I guess she can’t.” John stuffs himself fully in your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You’ve never felt impaled like this- taking two of the largest dicks you’ve ever had- 

Your nose brushes by the dark clone’s pubic hair, and something about it makes you feel even more sinful, your throat constricting while lewd gagging noises fill the room. John holds you on his cock, letting out a deep groan at the feeling of your muscles tightening around him-

“That’s it baby, just a little more-”  

“Fuck, she’s squeezing so fucking tight-” Johnny moans from behind you.

“I can feel it,” John breathes.

“When you cum, I’ll have to cum-”

“She’s close too-”

“Fuck.” Johnny pulls his thumb out of your ass suddenly, wrapping his hand around your front so two fingers can circle your clit. At the same time, John takes his cock from your mouth, releasing a loud moan-

You cum in unison with the dark double, and from the loud grunt at your rear, you’re pretty sure Johnny’s just reached his peak as well.

You’re breathing heavily, mind completely delirious. Your throat feels raw as you swallow thickly- “Thank you, fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you-” you begin to blabber as John cums hard on your face, his large hand jerking himself off while ropes paint your skin.

“Good girl, good fucking girl-” Johnny groans behind you, fucking you through your highs while his fingers continue on your clit, drawing out your orgasm while your pussy milks him for every drop of cum he has. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you-” you can’t stop saying it, even while tears and cum begin to drip down your cheeks, your body completely overwhelmed by the two men who know you like the back of their hand.

Above you, John releases one last shuddery breath. He strokes your hair, whispering the word “Perfect-” and then, just as suddenly as he’d appeared, he disappears.

You collapse forward onto the bed, pussy still throbbing around Johnny, who slowly comes to a stop behind you.

Then he’s collapsing as well, laying his warm body against your back and pressing you against the mattress. His lips are hot along your bare shoulders and he seeks out your neck, teasing past your ear.

“You did so good for us,” he praises you. “Such a perfect baby.”

“Johnny-” you whimper, as deep in subspace as you’ve ever been in your whole life.

“I know, baby, I know. You don’t have to talk.” You hear him swallow thickly, and with one last kiss to your throat, he pulls away. “I’m gonna get you in a bath. Gonna wash all this cum off of you and cuddle you to sleep, sound good?”

“Please-” you moan, pussy clenching around him again.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling his cock out of your tight, dripping hole. “We really did a number on you.”

But in all honesty, you really wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. 

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cw/ tw. Threesome, unprotected sex, anal, blow job, oral, praise, dirty talk, degradation, y/n calls Johnny daddy a few times,  demonic double John is a bit of a dick, anal fingering, double penetration (pussy/ass), big dick Johnny, pussy/ass stretching, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.

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“Surprise, surprise. I didn’t think you two would conjure me again so soon.” 

Your heart skips a beat as you turn to find John standing by the door. It’s been less than a month since you’ve seen him last, and like that first time, he’s dressed as the mirror image of your boyfriend. However, it’s not a white shirt and blue jeans, this time, your boyfriend had gone for full black attire, and it matches the dark hair of his demonic double in a way that has you practically throbbing already.

“What can we say?” Johnny grins. “We liked having an extra set of hands.”

“As if our hands are the best thing about us,” John rolls his eyes, pushing off from the wall. He approaches you like a predator, and you’d missed the swagger in his step, it’s a unique stride that has your heart picking up pace in your chest. “There’s no lying to me, not when I know everything you know, Johnny. I’m here tonight because our perfect little baby is finally ready for the main attraction. She wants to be double stuffed. Fully.” 

“I guess there’s no point in fucking around,” Johnny laughs, “even if we do have more time than last I conjured you.”

Your gaze shifts to the massive candle burning on the altar. You and Johnny had gone to six different spell shops to find the largest one possible- it’s almost as big as Johnny’s dick when he’s hard, and girthy too. You’ve got all the time in the world tonight- even so, you don’t want to waste a second.

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[66sharkteeth]

more info about nine lives bc i'm stalling on work and wanna talk about him instead <3 most of this is about the version of him intended for the comic I want to do after City of Blank.

-his real name is Nico

-his mother was a succubus, meaning he is half incubus. because of this, his incubus powers are limited and only work over digital media. IRL, everyone sees him as a gross, weird little gremlin, but online or in streams, he can seduce (nearly) anyone.

-he goes by nine lives bc he is very sickly and always in and out of the hospital. when he was a kid, he was in so often the nurses started (lovingly) joking he had nine lives and it stuck. even his dad calls him that.

-he is deaf, but speaks english fluently. he lost his hearing around the age of 13 to bacterial meningitis. he's blind in his right eye because of this too, which is why he's often seen with his goggle mask. He wants to keep his left eye safe, because it's his last means of staying connected to the world.

-he does have a hearing aid but hates using it. he also never learned ASL and instead picked up quickly on lip reading. he doesn't let many people know he's deaf, so a lot of people think he's ignoring them. (he DOES learn ASL later, but that's kind of a big part of the story)

-he is incredibly apathetic and lazy. he is very much the kind to joke to cope, but he's ultimately accepted he will die young and has no aspirations because of it (one of the reasons he never bothered to learn ASL). all the cast in this story has an assigned "7 deadly sins" and despite being literally half incubus, he actually represents sloth.

-he can and does sleep anywhere. energy drinks and coffee pump through his blood but he's still forever sleepy.

-actually incredibly nice. he can be a bit of a troll and likes to tease and mess with people, but ultimately would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. keeps all his problems to himself because he doesn't want to make other people worry.

-the opposite of finze in every way.

-terminally online. furry. reddit user (derogatory)

there's a lot more but that seems like some good basic info get to know him. i know vast majority of you are here for CoB but pls allow me to be self-indulgent with other projects for a couple days after a really frustrating weekend regarding CoB haha. maybe i'll do finze next if anyone is curious about this kind of info on him in the next comic?

#nine lives #not cob #i dont know how much people enjoy just reading a wall of text about my oc #but i enjoy typing it and im trying to do more things i actually enjoy for myself lol

[hypnoneghoul]

Christmas Ghouls 6/10

WC: 1010

Relationship: Phantom & Dewdrop

Tags: Fluff, gift giving

Notes: For Soph @zombieqveenz <3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

“Hey, Dewy!” Phantom called out, rounding the corner in the Den. He stopped just in front of Dewdrop’s face, noses nearly touching. He still didn’t really understand the concept of personal space. “Where are you running to?”

“Practice room. I was actually just about to text you to join me.”

“Can we do something real quick on our way?” the young ghoul asked. Of course, even if he’d want to, Dewdrop would never be able to tell no to those big eyes filled with excitement.

“Sure,” he smiled and took Phantom’s hand in his own, squeezing it assuringly. “Lead the way.”

He chirped happily and dragged Dewdrop down the Den and into his own room, ordering the fire ghoul to sit on the bed as he stood before him.

“Alright, so…” Phantom cleared his throat, “I really hope you’re not gonna murder me for that but… but I noticed you don’t really have any plushies. I think I saw two or three, from the fans.”

“Well… yeah, I have three. Rain kinda adopted them, though. Hold up, why would I mur–”

Without answering, the quintessence ghoul turned on his heel and walked to his wardrobe. He opened it and hid something that was inside with his body. “Plushies are nice and when I saw you with those three I thought you should have more.”

“Okay…” Dewdrop was slightly confused with the way Phantom decided to… do this, but even more with how he looked almost afraid of him for what he was about to do. A pang of guilt for how he used to treat the young ghoul hit Dewdrop again. “Ant, what–”

Phantom turned around in a flash and the next thing the fire ghoul knew he had a big and soft thing on his lap. “Merry Christmas, Dewy.”

“Wh– you got me this for Christmas?”

“Uhm… yeah? I know we’re demons and we like Satan and all but Swiss told me–” he started to ramble, fidgeting anxiously with his hands, nearly vibrating.

“No, sorry, I–” Dewdrop sighed, taking a breath to compose himself. “I treated you like shit, I didn’t think you’d… you know.”

“Oh… I don’t– I know you didn’t mean to be like that.” The quintessence ghoul shrugged. “We’ve already talked about this, and I have no bad feelings about that, anymore. It’s just… just love now, and I wanted to get you something nice. If you don’t like–”

“No! No, Ant, I–” Dewdrop finally took a moment to look down at the plushie. It was a quite big sloth, like his whole torso, with a goofy smile and big eyes, and it was very soft. “Fuck, I love it.”

“You– you do? It has a… uhm, velcro on the hands? You can make it hug you.”

“Ant…” he smiled, grinned, and Phantom finally relaxed where he was still standing in front of him. “It’s amazing. I love it so much, I love you. No way in hell I’m letting Rain steal it. Come here.”

Phantom obliged, throwing himself into Dewdrop’s arms for a tight hug, squeezing the plushie between them. The fire ghoul closed his eyes, to not let the other see how glassy they got, and took a few deep breaths. He kissed Phantom between the horns before pulling away. His face gave away very well how pleased with himself he was.

“I love you,” Dewdrop told him, leaning down to give him a proper kiss. “Always have, I was just a stupid ass. Never forget that.”

“I love you, too,” Phantom giggled, blushing.

They took a few more moments to stare at each other with bright eyes before Dewdrop remembered what waited for them in the practice room. “Can we go now? I’ve got something for you.”

“Y– yeah, sure.” Phantom got up, letting Dewdrop stand too. He gripped the plushie and looked it over again with a goofy smile on his face. It really was amazing.

“What was that about velcro?”

“What? Oh! Oh, yeah, let me–” the quintessence ghoul took the sloth and joined its hands together, creating a loop that he put over Dewdrop’s head. “You can wrap the legs around you too, and–”

“I fucking love that, Ant, oh my god!” he nearly screamed, laughing. Phantom didn’t think he ever saw the fire ghoul  so… joyful. And it was him who caused that. Phantom could cry. He just might, later.

For now, he just grinned and grabbed Dewdrop’s hand. They left the bedroom, Dewdrop walking proudly with the sloth plushie hanging off him through the corridors.

In the rehearsal area Dewdrop left to go fetch something from the storage, and got back to Phantom excitedly rocking back and forth on his feet. The fire ghoul gestured to him to sit down on the stage and joined him, putting a guitar case in front of them.

“I know you like the Fantomen,” he started, “better than me anyway, and you don’t have to use this one on stage. Or at all. You can do whatever you want with it, or nothing, but– yeah. I just wanted you to have it.”

Dewdrop opened the case and Phantom gasped when his eyes fixed on the glossy instrument inside. It was a Fender Stratocaster, heavily modified. Just like Dewdrop’s but… black. Black body, black pickguard and knobs, black hardware—including a Floyd Rose tremolo system—and ebony fretboard.

“No way,” Phantom whispered, more to himself than the other ghoul, lifting a hand to run it over the shiny fresh strings.

“I built it myself so it’d be–”

“You did?” The quintessence ghoul lifted his head, eyes big and bright and teary and filled with so many emotions that Dewdrop got a sudden urge to burst out crying right there.

“Yeah,” he said instead. “Wanted you to have the best. I’m not saying I’m the best, but I know what–”

Phantom interrupted Dewdrop by launching himself at him, hiding his face in his neck and squeezing him with his arms. “You’re the best, Dewy. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Ant. Merry Christmas.”

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #phantomdew

[eldritch-spouse]

lmao Vesper 😭😭😭

Ok wait for me I have new genius idea for crackass scapegoat!AU

Reader is the poor employee with a curse of being a magnet for Icons. They're trying their best, applying for the jobs in the most "human" spaces – but it's useless to try, it's only matter of time when they're meeting face to face with something very huge and demonic. They're not even trying, really. They're not even at some high position. They're just too unlucky to being the one who listens to all complaints and death threats... yet still very lucky to somehow remain alive after that.

After being kicked out from the theatre, their first honest job, they're totally broke. Underground casino? Yeah, yeah, shady. Sign them up!

Work is actually not so bad until some strange green giant scolds the shit out of them for "playing cheap" and almost brings them to that hot shithole– good thing he got distracted and the only thing poor employee lost are all their money and a job.

Damn, here we go again- Nothing could be wrong with working in a popular restaurant, yeah? Everyone gone through it-

Oh, how lucky they're to stay alive after that day when enormous snake woman decided to visit their modest establishment of a workplace. Their coworker, fellow waiter, is not so lucky tho. Poor Kenny.

With a generous amount of trauma, our scapegoat is escaping to something- something completely different, you know? They got a jackpot! Luck is TOTALLY on their side after all this suffering, how else you can explain that they got a job in that prestigious boutique?

... Well, let's say, they haven't break in tears only because of their lack of dignity at this point. That guy was marvelous, but he almost crashed them into the pulp with all his requirements- they're not even a designer, really....

Okay, maybe, they need to take a rest. Big rest. Take their stress out somewhere. Ikea, furniture store, bed section. Peace and love.

How it's even possible to be fired from a chill place like this? Oh, that's easy. Some buff dude built like a mountain just sorta appeared and fell asleep at the one of the biggest beds- and for some reason they fell asleep on their workplace while it happened. When they woke up tho, here was no one but a broken bed and complain in the customer's book.

That's it. That's a last nerve they had. They're escaping to the amusement park, to be the clown they are and being paid for it, as they deserve.

Only to be mocked by a guy with a fucking macaroni limbs. No, here was other people too, but he brought the greatest display of mockery and dishonour ever possible. Even their destroyed dignity somehow reanimated just to get beat down again.

...

Kalymir has zero idea why he woke up with a strong desire to go on the fucking "DOTA tournament" and tf it even means, but he already hyped up and ready to crush in-

After having to gamble at the same table as the Lord of Greed and nearly losing ownership of your soul.

After working at a restaurant good enough that the Queen of Gluttony unintentionally erotically fellated your entire body and made you feel like a twinkie.

After getting your department in IKEA utterly destroyed by the King of Sloth's insistence that he nap specifically in your section.

After having the King of Pride rip into you so viciously that you only wished you had been swallowed.

After having the King of Envy out-clown you.

And now, seeing what you can only guess is the King of Wrath well on his way to likely turn you into a stain on the wall...

You think of what could have been. Before this chain of horrid luck took over your life. In that one first job where you had to confront Vesper about his tendency for "group affections"-

Maybe you really should have just taken the deal and sucked him off.

#Cero oc #Livius oc #Vesper oc #Vorticia oc #Kalymir oc #Rinx oc

[yawntutsyip]

“I gave a second chance to cupid”

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paring: Ao’nung x Reader (Modern AU + SMAU ish)

summary: On the way to class you receive a text from a random number, saying they knew about your big secret. You had a crush on the one and only Ao’nung. You have no clue who it is, and when asking they refused to tell who they were but promised to help you finally ask him out after admiring him from afar for so long. Who is it? When putting your love life in the hands of a stranger, will it be successful? Or just a big mistake…

authors note: omg ITS FINALLY OUT WOOHOO I’m so excited! I hope this series goes well 😭 and that you guys enjoy it 💗

word count: 2.4k

Cupid Got Me : Chapter One

‘Ring ring ring’

The sound of the school bell reaches your ears, letting everyone know that class is about to start. You take a deep breath in from your nose and let out a sigh as you open up your locker to put your stuff away and grab the necessary books for your first period. History, everyone’s favorite.

As you close your locker, you turn around and your eyes immediately land on the one and only, Ao’nung. He was captain of the basketball team , good looking, had everyone’s eyes on him, he was smart, always getting the top grade in the class. You didn’t realize you were staring for that long until a buzz in your phone caught your attention. You pull it out of your pocket and have a quick look but look back to give Ao’nung one last look but he is already gone.

Another buzz from your phone interrupts you once again, letting out another annoyed sigh. You enter your passcode and check whatever app caused it. ‘text messages?’ Who could be texting you right now? You didn’t really have any friends, your parents were at work, they would’ve called you if anything.

‘Well that’s just great’ you thought as you rubbed your forehead in frustration. You just prayed that whoever this random number was didn’t spread rumors and blackmail you. How did they even figure it out? ‘Were you being obvious?’ So many thoughts stirred in your head as you made your way to class, you entered the classroom and sat at your designated desk. The left corner of the room, last row, in front of the window.

As you sit down you look to the door and see once again, Ao’nung, who was finishing saying bye to a friend before walking inside the classroom. Your eyes follow him as he walks by, he turns his head and sends a friendly wave in your direction causing you to realize you had been staring too hard again. Your cheeks heat up as you send a wave back and quickly look down. A chuckle leaves Ao’nungs lips as he walks past your desk and sits down 3 desks up.

“Okay class, sorry I was a bit late. I got caught up in the teacher's lounge. Today we will be using the textbook so get those out and then go to page 190.” The teacher announced as he walked in, to the desk in front of the class. The sound of pages being flipped fills your ear with various groans and sighs. No one liked this class, history was the worst class ever.

You grab your book and set it on your desk before flipping it to the page and getting comfortable in your seat, the teacher was reading aloud and man did he read at the pace of a sloth. He took nearly 20 minutes to finish one page because he kept getting sidetracked and would start ranting about the most random stuff, at this point everyone already knows not to listen and read it themselves.

An hour goes by as you let out a yawn, the teacher was finally done talking and now everyone was just doing their own thing, some were talking with each other, some were doing homework or work for another class, some were on their phones, and some were reading the book. You were just mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, letting out a quiet laugh once in a while but it got boring quickly so you set your phone down and sat back in your chair observing.

And somehow every time, your eyes never fail to land on Ao’nung. It was as if your eyes were magnetic to him. He was chatting with a kid next to him while, what it looked like, doing some work for another class. How did you even develop a crush on him you may ask?

Well, on the first day of school, the sophomore year you had just transferred from Terra High, a public school to Pandora Academy, a private one. It was a big change. You knew no one there, had no friends, and the school was a lot bigger than your previous ones so you tend to get lost a lot, the school was like a maze.

One of the days you had gotten lost you ended up on the completely opposite side of campus, and in the wrong classroom.

You had walked into the classroom and sat down waiting for the teacher to arrive, and before you knew it, there was a tall, attractive-looking boy in front of you tapping the desk to get your attention. “Hey, this is actually my seat you're sitting in,” he says with an awkward smile that causes your face to explode with blush and you quickly stand up and gather all your things.

“Oh Eywa, I’m so sorry I didn’t know we had assigned seats.” You say embarrassed, you place all your books and pencils on the desk next to him and go to sit down. “Oh…that seat is also taken…say, are you new? I haven’t seen you around before” He speaks up and laughs as you bite your lip and once again gather your things. “Yeah…today is my first day I just moved…uhm where is an open desk?”

“The one behind me is open you can sit there haha, where did you transfer from?” Ao’nung says while setting his stuff down and taking a seat before turning back to look at you as you sit down as well. “I moved here from Terra High..” you muttered shyly as you brushed your hair out of your face and looked at the book on your desk.

“Oh wow, That’s across the whole town…what made you move here?! Also, public school huh- that must be weird being here huh” he smiles at you and begins to admire your face as you talk to him, not noticing his eyes running all over your face taking in every detail. “My father had gotten a job here actually, he’s the second coach for the basketball team. I guess the old coach retired and they had an opening so he took it” his eyes widened. “Oh, no kidding! I'm actually on the basketball team, I’m the captain. So I guess I’ll be seeing your dad later” Ao’nung laughs with you as you guys continue to make conversation.

Soon enough the teacher walks in causing everyone to stop talking and sit forward including Ao’nung. “Hello class, welcome back from break. How was everyone’s time?!” The teacher asked the students and everyone started blabbering our random things and what they did over the break. You could tell the students were close with their teachers here. “Alright. Let me take attendance and we can start our first lesson. Lucas?” “Here!” “Anna?” “Present!” “Luna?” “Yea, I’m here” The teacher continues to go down the list of names, listening for a response, every name except yours was called.

“Is there anyone’s name that I didn’t call?” He asks while lifting his eyes from the paper he's holding in his hand. “Uhm..me sir!” You called out to him quietly but it didn’t seem that he heard you. “Mr. Lopez, her name wasn’t called,” Ao’nung told the teacher loud enough this time to get his attention. “Oh? What is your name?” He asks and now everyone’s eyes were on you, that very moment made you want to shrivel up and disappear.

“(Y/N)….(L/N)” the teacher nods his head and double checks the list, muttering your name under his breath as he searches. “I’m sorry, I don’t see your name, my dear. Are you positive you're in the right class?” Your eyebrows furrowed and you grab the paper that had your schedule on it and look at the name of your first period. “This is English right?”

Laughter fills the classroom, the teacher laughs and smiles walking up to your desk before holding his hand out. “May I?” You nod your head and hand them the paper. “My dear, this is not English. This is AP pre-calculus…you have your directions mixed up. The English classrooms are on the other side of the campus.” You wanted to die. Your first day and you already embarrassed yourself and now you were gonna be late on top of that?!, Eywa what did you do to deserve this?

“Don’t worry, I’m sure your teacher will understand. This school is huge so it’s expected for new students to get lost here and there. Let me go write you a slip, Ao’nung since I know you're a good student would you mind taking Ms. (L/N) to her room? It’s class 8 in the V building.” The teacher says and walks back to his desk to write you a late pass and a note for your teacher letting them know what happened. “Yeah, of course, I’ll gladly do so.”

You stand up from your chair and gather your stuff quickly, shoving everything in your backpack not even caring at this point if your papers or books got crumpled. You just wanted to get out of there and fast. “This is so embarrassing…” you whispered under your breath as you swung your backpack’s strap over your shoulder and walked up to the front of the class to the teacher's desk, grabbing the paper with a thank you.

“It was nice to meet you Ms. (L/N). Welcome to our school. I hope you’ll enjoy your time. Maybe in the future, I’ll have you in my class.” You only nodded your head giving him a smile in return and turned around, heading toward the door where Ao’nung was standing, waiting. “Let’s get going!” He says and leads the way out. Both of you walk side by side, you keeping your head down looking at the floor still embarrassed.

“Hey, don't sweat about it. Lots of kids lose their way around here more often than you think so don't worry” Ao’nung says trying to comfort you. “I’m Ao’nung by the way. It's nice to meet you” you lift your head and look at him, seeing he had already been doing the same. “It’s nice to meet you Ao’nung, My name (is Y/N).” He nods his head.

“Like Mr. Lopez said earlier. I hope you like it here, our school is fairly decent with how the students are. The majority of them are quite nice so it’s easy to make friends. We also have many clubs to join as well. If you're into cheerleading, they just opened a couple of spots.”

Your smile turns into a disgusted frown as you shake your head. “Not your thing huh?” Ao’nung says and laughs at the expression you made. “Not at all, not that I have anything against cheer, it's just that I’m far too lazy and it’s too much attention, I get nervous.” You say awkwardly and scratch your cheek. “No no I understand, personally I wouldn't cheer either, not my style~” he jokes, causing you to snicker. “You don’t say huh”

After a little bit more walking you guys finally arrived at the class, Ao’nung holds the door open for you and gestures forward. “After you” you thank him and walk in, the teacher stops what he was reading and looks at the both of you. “Hello, may I help you two?” “I am the new student. I accidentally went to a different class.”

The teacher laughs and nods his head taking the paper you had handed out to him. “I understand don’t worry, your name is (Y/N) correct?” He asks while reading the note quickly before tossing it in the garbage. After he got the confirmation when you nodded your head he began to speak again. “Well welcome to our school. I am Mr. Yang. We were just in the middle of reading the first chapter of our new book we’re gonna be starting so here’s that” He says and hands you an extra copy of the book that was sitting on his desk, then he looks to the sea of desks.

“Hmm, you can sit in the back at that empty desk by Rotxo, Rotxo may you please raise your hand” You look at the back and see a boy with curly hair waving his hand with a big smile. “Hi, I’m right here!” Before sitting down you turn to Ao’nung who was still standing by the door. “Thank you for walking me to my class, I’m sorry for making you miss yours.”

“Oh don’t worry about it, it was no problem. If you need help finding your classes again don’t be afraid to ask. See you around!…also Rotxo is super nice I promise, he’s my best friend so I should know” Ao’nung says while waving to Rotxo who had called his name from the back, and finally takes his leave. You say bye and walk past the desks in the front to the back next to Rotxo and take your seat as the teacher begins reading where he left off. “Hi! I’m Rotxo! Welcome to our school!” After you get your notebooks and pencils out you go to the boy and smile “Hello, I’m (Y/N).”

From that day on. You never really saw Ao’nung that much sadly, unless he was walking in the halls. Both of you would exchange waves and smiles before going wherever. You were too shy to go up to him and talk so you just sat back and observed next thing you knew you were a senior, and still had yet to talk to him and managed to develop a crush. Pathetic.

“Alright, class! We have 15 minutes left, Please review the paper I handed out to you, and make sure you have answered all of the questions before turning them in” Your teacher speaks up causing you to snap out of your daydream. You feel something thrown against your head, it wasn’t hard but it was enough to get your attention. Your eyes furrow as you see a piece of paper land on your desk. ‘Who the hell?’ You look up and look at everyone, trying to figure out who threw it but you had no luck. You roll your eyes and turn around to look at the crumpled paper. You pick it up and unravel it, eyes widening as you read the words written in cursive.

“Your staring at him, it’s almost as if your trying to be obvious about it”

You freeze and feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Who the hell was this person, how do they know? You grumbled and crumpled the paper back up in annoyance. You were gonna figure out who this was, you don’t know how yet, but you were determined.

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#atwow x reader #avatar x reader #atwow #avatar the way of water #atwow imagine #aonung x reader #ao’nung x reader #ao’nung #aonung imagine #aonung #ao’nung imagine #avatar imagine #avatar #atwow ao'nung #atwow imagines

[yoinkschief]

You have no idea how long this has needed to be done, he's been brewing in my head with no ability to do anything about it

Anyway time to explain some shit

The boy on the left is regular Tom and the one on the right is him halfway transformed Teefers too big for him mouth and I'm just now realizing I forgot to draw Tom's snake bites and other earrings fuck me oml Oh and he gets fuzzier cause in order to transform to and fro his demon form his body speeds up the growth process to help with the pain (something that developed, it was not instantaneously there and it's not perfect, the process is still INCREDIBLY painful he does not enjoy it)

Anyway, I wanted to say that usually a demon's horns (in my headcanon anyway) usually represent age, but there are certain sins that don't follow this rule such as Wrath and Lust, instead their horns represent power and status more than anything (the larger the horns, the more powerful you're considered and better treated you are in society) but even then not every demon will have horns, like Envy or Sloth

To explain my demon hierarchy and world building would take several posts and multiple AO3 books for everyone to properly understand it the way I see it but just know that there are 7 sins, the seven deadly sins, that each demon falls under (more or less, anyway), there are the original sins, the children they created asexually like starfish do and then their children mingling together and creating different races of demons and complex hybrids,,, pretty much every demon you see will be a mutt save for very high class demons (such as the OG sins and the demons that have the most "pure" blood of their predecessors)

Tom's demon, is really fucking weird in that regard because yes, his Demon is a full Rage Demon or in other words, a perfect demon of Wrath but it's like... Artificially made. And no one knows how

wink

But yeah it's super freaky and he's like one of the few things that could give demons themselves the sense of uncanny valley

Very hard to close mouth You know how snakes can open their jaws super wide to eat prey?... Yeah

Tom is based off of two things, besides demons n dragons ofc: Snakes and Spiders. I fucking hate spiders you have no idea how much looking this shit up sucked

Anyway his venom is stored in his teeth like how spiders are, but he's got a very snake-ish mouth. And can open his jaw super fucking wide like a snake or certain species of spiders can. To the best is a very simplified side profile example of that,,,, maybe I should make some body horror art of him with his fully extended jaw like some freak ass spider. That'd give me nightmares. Which I guess is the point.

I put too much time and effort into that mouth, please appreciate it

Also yeah closing his jaw is super hard cause of his lil snake-ish spider-ish teeth that protrude out of his mouth

Demons of Wrath tend to have bigger builds

BIG BOYYYY I LOVE HIM

This mother fucker is genuinely the reason it took me so long to create this damn sheet,, I could never figure how I wanted him to look, but in the end I stuck to something close to canon with my own stylized shit. Like his horns and jutting out teeth

Diving a bit deeper into my demon world building lore that's been brewing in my head for nearly a decade now (yikes that hurts to think about) demons have different builds, Pride and Lust tend to be very similar to society's standards of beauty (ever changing as humans adapt, so do demons... hmmm) versus Gluttony and Wrath tending to be more nightmarish and your run of the mil cryptid you'd see in the woods when you were fucking around where you shouldn't be

Symbol of Wrath

Every House or Sin has their own symbol, usually reserved for the original sins, but Tom is a special case because,,, reasons I'm not disclosing at the moment cause I think it's silly and shit or whatever I dunno I guess I'm embarrassed to explain it? For some reason? Anyway back to this

Nothing more to explain about it really, just that Tom has this marking on his monster form's chest and that's the black mark on the previous picture,,, except it's not actually fully black like that, it was just too tiny to get the details right so I decided to do the next best thing lol

It's a lion with horns that can be interpreted as Scorpion Tails, because the sin of Wrath is usually associated with Lions, Bears, Dragons and I think Scorpions fit, too, makes me think of the scorpion and the frog

Anyway that's my rant about headcanons I put too much thought, time and effort into that three people will read lol

#eddsworld #ew #art #fanart #ew tom #ew monster tom #jay draws #headcanons #ramble #rant #reference sheet #monster tom reference sheet #adding that for my own convenience lmao #i dunno if I should put any content warning for snakes or spiders #I mean there's no pictures of them but they're heavily referenced #meh. we're big kids if they don't like it they can block me and scroll away

[quackquackcey]

Like Clockwork

Rated E, 6k words. Tags: A/B/O, animal hybrids (ears & tail), boss x employee, alpha!Derek x omega!Stiles, fluff & smut. Read on AO3.

Summary:

In which Stiles meets a handsome higher-up in his company by chance one afternoon and falls for him, hard.~ 💘

Stiles had never believed in love at first sight.

He’d never believed in the “perfect” partner, and he sure as hell had never believed in soulmates.

But ever since he’d walked onto his company’s fourth floor balcony for a break and seen Derek standing there, leaning against the rail smoking a cigarette, his world had irrevocably flipped upside down.

He’d thought Derek was new at first, only to quickly find out that he was actually quite high on the corporate ladder, working as the CEO’s right hand man, and had only come down to the fourth floor for a break due to construction.

Derek came down to the fourth floor balcony for his break nearly everyday from then on.

And Stiles had fallen so hard.

Day after day, Derek would touch him in some way, a brief “you have an eyelash on your cheek” or a brush of his wolf tail against Stiles’ cat tail, or even thumbing sauce off Stiles’ lips, then licking said thumb—

After all of that, the way they got together was so…dumb.

It started and ended with Stiles’ big mouth, as always.

“Everyone’s always talking about how young and hot the CEO is, but no one actually knows what he looks like,” Stiles was saying around a mouthful of curry one day two weeks after they’d met. “Isn’t that weird? Maybe he spread those rumors himself.”

Derek blew out a breath of smoke—Stiles usually didn’t care for the smell of cigarette smoke, but the way it intertwined with Derek’s natural alpha scent of forests, bonfires, and dark vanilla black tea had Stiles addicted. “That he’s ‘young and hot’?” clarified Derek.

“I mean, is he?”

“Mm, I suppose.”

Stiles’ tabby cat ears flicked forward in surprise. “Really? You think he’s hot?”

“Hotter than me,” said Derek.

“That’s impossible,” blurted Stiles.

A pause.

Stiles’ face went up in flames.

Derek shifted his hand closer to Stiles’ so that their fingers touched. “Is that a confession?” he teased, his jet black wolf tail waving just a bit.

And Stiles had blurted, “No, of course not!” like the moron he was.

Derek leaned in and kissed him.

“What about now?”

This time, Stiles gave a very slow nod, dazed and short circuiting—even his tail froze straight up. “…Yes…,” he said, more reminiscent of a sloth than the tabby cat hybrid he was. “…Yes, it is.”

Not much changed after that, besides the fact that they now kissed and snuggled and wrapped their tails around the other’s.

Derek had a busy schedule, so they didn’t go anywhere in particular, instead just continuing their daily lunches.

They chatted about everything and nothing, though really it was Stiles who rambled and Derek who listened. He cooked lunch for the both of them, not just himself, after noticing that Derek seemed to only ever eat snacks or takeout, and shared the office gossip with Derek, who seemed greatly amused by it.

Things were going beyond well, or so Stiles thought, not to mention that the CEO apparently was opening a new position for a secretary, and Derek had told him he’d put in a recommendation for him.

For him.

To be honest, he didn’t care that much about the secretary position, (though he didn’t tell Derek that, of course.) He didn’t care much about promotions or getting higher up the corporate ladder, and the position intimidated him—the only reason he’d applied was because Derek had encouraged him, saying his efficiency and smarts were a good fit.

Even better, Derek’s schedule seemed to be clearing up for once.

So Stiles took a chance.

Or rather, it was more of a flailing leap over lava that he hadn’t meant to take in the first place, but he couldn’t take back the words he’d unintentionally blurted due to the simmering warmth in his lower abdomen that warned of an upcoming heat: “Would you want to spend my heat with me?”

He hadn’t meant to ask that. Really.

What he’d meant to ask was “Would you want to go on a date with me?”

But instead, he’d skipped, like, ten steps into ‘bold, promiscuous omega’ territory.

“On one condition,” said Derek without much reaction or hesitation aside from a twitch of his furry ears—Stiles loved him even more for it, because this was already plenty embarrassing enough without witnessing what a poor impression Derek must have of him now.

Although Derek’s response took a second to set in. “A condition?” asked Stiles, taken off guard.

“That you think about where you’d like to go on a date with me after your heat ends.”

And then Derek headed off back to work with a smirk and a wave as if he hadn’t just said something cataclysmic, leaving Stiles sitting there beet red and nonfunctioning.

He ended up leaving his lunch break twenty minutes late.

Continue on AO3!

#sterek #sterek is eternal #eternal sterek #sterek fanfic #sterek fic #sterek fanfiction #omf writes #derek hale #stiles stilinski #derek/stiles #derek x stiles #fic: like clockwork

[theworldvsyoshiko]

And, finally for now, the current state of things.

Yoshiko's got what I'll call decent, but not great, late-early-game kinda gear.' Of note: her Airwire Headset, the thing that lets her control several more mechanoids, is just about busted, and she isn't useful enough to make a new one. She's pretty pissy that I'm forcing her to keep wearing it, especially because as I already mentioned, her position entitles her to a beret, which uses the same slot.

Here's the base as it stands right now:

Livestock pens, currently holding several alpacas and one goose for eggs. Don't get too attached to these guys, because some of them die every time there's a fire, which is roughly once a week.

The graveyard, because I wanted a running tally of how many people she's killed. Current tally: 20.

The main entrance, aka a gauntlet of traps with a turret. This is pretty new, and long-term it's probably going to become a killbox that's a bit more detached from the base. (To the north you'll see a long power line from when the wind generator used to be to the NW.)

The prisoner quarters. Currently hosting a prisoner! Might release him. Might try to recruit him. More on that later.

Dining room.

Walk-in freezer. 'But isn't it kinda a bad idea to give your freezer wooden walls facing an area that you just said gets set on fire weekly?' Yes. Yes it is. I'm working on it.

Kitchen.

Research room + the comms console, because it had to go somewhere.

Batteries + generators.

Mechanoid creation facilities.

Hospital.

Yoshiko's meditation room, which doubles as the room for rituals right now.

Yoshiko's bedroom. Later on, this will be moving.

Garden, currently featuring rice and cotton. Also there's a giant sloth there in the picture.

Mami's room.

Genetics lab. More on that later too.

Raw materials storage + the wind generator.

Currently unused, because I just rebuilt this area.

Used to be the rec room, but I hurriedly reworked it when Mami showed up, so now it's a classroom with a billiards table in it. A cool classroom, for sickass kids.

Crafting room.

Dry goods storage.

Near-term goals, in roughly descending order of immediacy:

Research solar power. The wood-fired generators are a decent staple, but right now I still run out of power if the wind is dead for too long.

Either get this prisoner out of here, or recruit him. Either one is going to take a while, since he's pretty freshly injured and Yoshiko is horrible at social interaction.

Gather some more genes so Yoshiko can genetically modify herself for things like not getting food poisoning so easily. This will very likely involve taking some genetic samples from prisoners against their will. Genetically modifying yourself requires a days-long recuperation period while the new genes set in, so that's going to be a pretty risky move.

Build better defenses, because I've reached the wealth level where the game is willing to throw multiple enemies with actual firearms at me.

Move some of the more critical parts of the base into that mountain in the left, which will make them safer from a few existential threats.

Summon the Diabolus, which will let me build better mechs if I can kill it.

Buy a big batch of Luciferium, and get Yoshiko started on it. This will essentially give her a terminal life-or-death addiction, in exchange for making her nearly impervious to pain and disease, all-around more capable, and able to recover from most lasting injuries. With a single colonist, maintaining a steady supply isn't too hard, and it sinks a decent chunk of money into consumable goods, which will keep the colony wealth (and thus the difficulty of raids) down. Disease and passing out from pain are two of the biggest weaknesses of a lone colonist, so this will boost her survivability by a ton.

And, just to put it somewhere, the current mod list, courtesy of RimPy. I'd like to have Combat Extended in here too, but it currently seems to be in a weird spot:

Prepatcher [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2934420800]

Harmony [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2009463077]

Core [https:// no link (local mod)]

Royalty [Official DLC] [https:// no link (local mod)]

Ideology [Official DLC] [https:// no link (local mod)]

Biotech [Official DLC] [https:// no link (local mod)]

HugsLib [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=818773962]

Beautiful Outdoors [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2011794898]

Food Alert (Continued) [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2017538067]

Inspiration Tweaks [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2117570018]

Interaction Bubbles [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1516158345]

Losing The Faith [https:// no link (local mod)]

More Harvest Designators! [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1541250497]

Pathfinding Framework [https:// no link (local mod)]

Real Ruins [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1552146295]

Skill Master [https:// no link (local mod)]

Stabilize [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2023407836]

Vanilla Expanded Framework [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2023507013]

Vanilla Animals Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2871933948]

Vanilla Animals Expanded — Caves [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2576512001]

Vanilla Animals Expanded — Endangered [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2366589898]

Vanilla Animals Expanded — Royal Animals [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2858079457]

Vanilla Animals Expanded — Waste Animals [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2962126499]

Vanilla Apparel Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1814987817]

Vanilla Armour Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1814988282]

Vanilla Backstories Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2861806869]

Vanilla Base Generation Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2830358905]

Vanilla Events Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1938420742]

Vanilla Expanded - Ideology Patches [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2566669771]

Vanilla Expanded - Royalty Patches [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2260012940]

Vanilla Factions Expanded - Insectoids [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2149755445]

Vanilla Factions Expanded - Settlers [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2052918119]

Vanilla Furniture Expanded - Architect [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2608762624]

Vanilla Furniture Expanded - Art [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1968134023]

Vanilla Furniture Expanded - Farming [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1957158779]

Vanilla Furniture Expanded - Power [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2062943477]

Vanilla Furniture Expanded - Production [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1880253632]

Vanilla Weapons Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1814383360]

Vanilla Factions Expanded - Medieval [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2023513450]

Vanilla Furniture Expanded - Security [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1845154007]

Vanilla Furniture Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1718190143]

Vanilla Furniture Expanded - Spacer Module [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2028381079]

Vanilla Hair Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1888705256]

Vanilla Ideology Expanded - Anima Theme [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2666998627]

Vanilla Ideology Expanded - Icons and Symbols [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2552609458]

Vanilla Cooking Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2134308519]

Vanilla Fishing Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1914064942]

Vanilla Ideology Expanded - Memes and Structures [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2636329500]

Vanilla Ideology Expanded - Relics and Artifacts [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2564895018]

Vanilla Plants Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2134308522]

Vanilla Plants Expanded - More Plants [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2748889667]

Vanilla Plants Expanded - Mushrooms [https:// no link (local mod)] Vanilla Social Interactions Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2439736083]

Vanilla Textures Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2016436324]

Vanilla Traits Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2296404655]

Vanilla Weapons Expanded - Grenades [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2194472657]

Vanilla Weapons Expanded - Laser [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1989352844]

Vanilla Weapons Expanded - Non-Lethal [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2454918354]

Biomes! Core [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2038000893]

Biomes! Islands [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2038001322]

#rimworld #the world vs. yoshiko

[youngpettyqueen]

things you said when we were the happiest we ever were- Charles/Hawkeye

They fall into the cot together, Hawkeye tumbling back and pulling Charles in, Charles falling over on top of him. They're both laughing, rosy-cheeked and dizzy with drink. They wrangle themselves together on the cot, clumsy limbs tangling up and bodies mashed together, trying to find some comfort to settle in.

"Charles." Hawkeye says, trying to untangle his leg from one of the blankets. This has to be Charles' cot- it's too soft to be his, and there's at least one extra blanket here, one being tangled around his leg and the other gathered up under his back.

"Mm." Charles grunts, being no help at all, doing his best to wrap himself around Hawkeye like a koala.

"Yer drunk." Hawkeye grunts, pushing at his shoulders to keep him from crushing him into the cot. This sort of works- Charles rolls back onto his side, bringing Hawkeye with him as he stubbornly refuses to relinquish his sloth-like grip on his waist.

"I am not," Charles replies, affronted, "I'm hammered."

Hawkeye barks a laugh, and soon enough Charles joins him. Their heads bonk together briefly and they snicker like schoolboys, all giddy and wrapped up in a tangle of limbs and blankets.

It's warm here. It's late in the fall, nearly winter, so the chill is nearly impossible to escape. But here, hidden away in a cot in the dark of the night, bundled in Charles' arms and his belly full of booze, Hawkeye finds he's the warmest he's been in months.

"This was your plan all along," Charles accuses, laughter still in his voice, "You... you planned it. Get me drunk and get me... in bed," He pulls him in a bit closer as he speaks, "You fiend."

"You're the big teddy bear here," Hawkeye retorts, grinning, draping his arm loosely over Charles. His other arm is pinned between them, destined to be numb in the morning, "I think this was your plan all along. Could've just asked, but no," He's laughing again, Charles' poorly-concealed smile in the dark tipping him over the edge, "Had to get me drunk first. Who's the fiend?" He demands.

"It's cold," Charles reasons, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, "How can- how do you expect me to- to stay alone in this cold little cot all... all alone?" He laments.

Hawkeye snorts, squeezing in a bit tighter, chasing that lovely warmth they've got between them. "Baby, it's cold outside..." He sings quietly.

Charles wheezes, ducking his head and shoving his face into Hawkeye's chest as he starts to cackle. Hawkeye laughs, too- wheezing and whistling like a teakettle. He can't help it. He's warm, he's drunk as hell, he's snuggled up with Charles.

He keeps singing, quiet, slurring his words and making up lyrics as his drunken brain forgets half of them. He wheezes out most of the song between laughter, because Charles won't stop laughing, and it's only egging him on.

Hawkeye finishes the song by pressing in to kiss Charles, long and slow and sweet. He can taste the alcohol on his breath, feel the stickiness on his lips, and he just kisses him again. And again. Till the warmth between them feel like it's lighting his face on fire, till they're smiling against each other and pressing in as close as they possibly can, not an inch of space between them.

This wasn't planned. None of it was, of course it wasn't- it's just fun to pretend, put up a front before they surrender into each other. Because Charles is, against all expectation, a clingy, cuddly drunk. And Hawkeye is a silly drunk, one who's impulsive and wanting, and he knows these fleeting late night moments are the best they can hope for.

As far as these things go, though... he really can't ask for much more than this.

#mash #fic bitching #hawkeye pierce #charles winchester #otp: and their sons #I rewrote this like 3 times I could NOT decide on a scenario #I was gonna try for a post-canon thing #but my idea of a Charleshawk post-canon isnt super fleshed out yet #so rather than spend several weeks thinking about that I decided on this #hope you enjoy!!! this was sm fun even if it took a bit for me to figure out <3

[outpost51]

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Random WIP Asks

11. 🌈 RAINBOW SLOTH: Wild card! Share one thing about your WIP that you have been waiting to be asked about!

hmmmmmm. you like political drama, right? right. have the vampire/werewolf war and the creation of dhampires.

So Life and Death are the goddesses of creation, yeah? Yeah. Well the problem with having more than one kid between them is someone is bound to be a complete fuckup — what a delight, it’s all three Veilborne (angels, demons, Fae). Angels Oopsed vampires into being, demons made werewolves on purpose for shits and giggles. At first, no big deal — they occupied their own territories and didn’t fuck with each other for a few centuries. Like yeah, sometimes you’d get a G0 gunning for the same scrumptious target as a vampire, but the two species weren’t about to go to actual war over a single human one or the other didn’t get to monch, especially since G0s were just… big ugly wolves. I’m not gonna start a war over Major stealing my pizza crust. He’s a dog. He doesn’t know better, and that was the approach the vampires — at that point only the Sang-d’origine and Phystrokhi bloodlines — were content to take. Besides, the humans were doing a bang-up job hunting them to extinction anyway.

And then the lycanthropy virus mutated. G1s were different. G1s could think, and plan, and, most importantly, stayed fertile. Now the vampires had a problem, because the only way to make a new vampire is to turn one, but the wolves had two avenues, and it was a lot easier to couple up and make a baby than it was to drain a human to the exact perfect point, somehow convince them to drink enough cold, thick blood that tasted approximately like licking the inside of a diesel engine, and wait until their bodies either took the virus or didn’t, and the odds of that with the original bloodlines were about 1 in 50. Not only that, but the retention of higher thought processing meant the wolves were less likely to piss off their entire village enough to get ganked, increasing their overall longevity; vampires were still being staked and burned and buried.

The vampires brokered a few deals, got a few new bloodlines going. Established a spy network. Infiltrated packs. Made dhampires—

They had one fucking job and it was definitely not fucking on the job. My guy you infiltrated too hard. That's how the vampires figured out they were, in fact, fertile, just... under hyperspecific circumstances.

Anyway, THAT won’t do at all, will it? That’s fine, that’s what the assassins were for, they’d just take out the abomination and be done with it.

Two guesses how a mother werewolf reacts to some fanged bitch sneaking into her house in the middle of the night to kill her daughter. And of course, they couldn’t leave it at that — her pack retaliated, big time, nearly wiped out the Shadow Watch bloodline, did wipe out the Mérite du Sang bloodline, burned two libraries and one pub to the ground, though the pub was unrelated to the vampires and more just an unfortunate side effect of dozens of drunk and grieving werewolves being told it’s last call.

Understandably, the vampires retaliated, and so on and so forth until the bloodshed got bad enough that for the first time in history, Life broke her vow not to interfere with the Creations. You know how bad you have to fuck up to make Lawful Pacifist Mom break a vow and cross the Veil to yell at you?

So the heads of each vampire bloodline and the ruling werewolf packs got put in timeout signed the Accords, agreeing to be civil with each other. Civil doesn’t mean nice, however, and relations remain tense through present day — obviously this doesn’t extend to every member of each respective species, plenty of vampires and werewolves have made dhampires continue to work together, share housing, etc.

#ans.txt #the arsonist chronicles

[hollowsart]

Spidersona, Acedia, FAQ!

This will be a bit long and may get longer later if I think of more details to add that involve the AU and the characters in it besides Acedia:

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Bitten by a sloth?

Acedia was not bitten by a sloth but was bitten by a spider like everyone else. The spider was genetically modified and not radioactive.

Why sloth?

I have a preference for sloths and a phobia for spiders. Sloths seem more friendly, too, and it also makes the design all the more unique and special to me.

Do they have the same abilities?

The same basic Spiderman base abilities, yes. Like climbing on any surface, increased speed, strength, durability, etc. As well as a few unique to myself abilities that are like a sloth which share some fun overlap with spiders, such as the shriek and the bite.

Additional unique abilities that don't exactly fit that are: increased lung capacity, ability to swim, and a death grip via locking the joints in place in my hands. And not to mention be able to withstand great falls.. but that takes awhile to discover and isn't utilized much.

Still use a web?

In a sense. They're special "vines" Otto helped develop that come from what is lovingly dubbed a "vine shooter" rather than a "web shooter" of course.

However, in addition to the arachnophobia, I also have acrophobia. So.. swinging from extreme heights and all is not something I do. A preferred method of getting around is car surfing or at the very least, very low swinging. (It's ironic cuz both spiders and sloths have that durability of withstanding great falls)

What's up with Venom and Goblin?

Venom and Carnage are not in this au, instead they are replaced with alternative symbiote counterparts: Ferrol (Venom), and Maim (Carnage).

Maim is, indeed, still possessed by Kasady, however, Kasady in my verse is different in the sense that they are not a guy.. and not a girl either, but still human nonetheless. They were also a scientist and used to have the title "Doctor" (not medical) before their malpractice got found out and they got fired and removed from the entire scientific research field.

Ferrol has 3 kids that came from it overeating certain foods and it got sick: Matcha (chocolate/candy), Maim (thrown out pizza dough in a dumpster), and Frootcake (Christmas fruit cake and other holiday related treats).

Green Goblin, or Gobby for short, is not Norman Osborn. Gobby is his own entity entirely and comes from a hidden kingdom made entirely of other furry Goblins with tails just like him. Norman is, as always, a villain, but in this verse he isn't dressing up and making things explode and laughing maniacally. He's just a dirty business.

Why is The Lizard an Axolotl? Aren't they salamanders?

Realistically it would make more sense that Curt Connors would seek out the animal that is the most well known for perfect regeneration of lost limbs rather than lizards, of which only a small handful have that ability to regrow their tails, but not very well.

Salamanders are way better at perfect regeneration of their lost tails and are more well known for it.

Axolotls are the BEST at regrowing more than just a lost tail perfectly. They are very much known for the fact they can regenerate almost any lost body part near perfectly.

Why are Sandlady and Rhino women?

For the gays 💖

I like the dynamic and relationship between Sandman and Rhino so making only 1 of them a woman wouldn't have felt right. Also we do need more big beautiful ladies who kick butt.

What's the deal with Doc Ock?

What if there was that 1 earth within the spider multiverse where Doc Ock wasn't evil even after the incident fusing his arms to his body? What if he was still good and actively worked to try and help people outside the lab, but in a more direct way this time?

Poor Otto needs it. Nearly every iteration of Doc Ock is evil and scheming in some way and I think we could use a human marshmallow octopus man for once. As a treat.

Chameleon and Kraven seem different, why?

Chameleon is not related to Kraven, although they share some parallels. Both are reclusive and highly skilled in their respective forms of "hunt". As well, their mental health is unstable.

Kraven's lifeling solitude has caused him to see visions/hear the voice of a woman on occasion that he calls Calypso. (Calypso isn't real). Sometimes he makes decisions based on what he hears from her.

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Chameleon is French in origin and through a horrific accident he was left with full body scarring and lost his limbs. They were replaced with high tech prosthetics, however, which he can replace and adjust depending on the disguise he uses.

So, Shocker?

Real name: Montana Schultz

Alias: The Shocker, Shocker

Owns a billiards bar despite his modest living style outside of it. "Merc" for hire, does odd evil jobs to earn money and survive.

He is very much a mash up of Montana/Jackson Brice and Herman Schultz just like TSSM's Shocker. But like.. more extreme.

He is essentially both. 2 in 1 bargain deal 💕💖💕

More to be added later

#ghostie mumbles #spidersona #faq

[cherievol6]

cinema

hey!! i'm kind of on a roll with writing again - yay! i got this idea when i was watching stranger things s4 lmaooo. thinking of doing a mini mini series. lmk if you want a part 2!

it's the 80s and you and harry have a summer job at the local video shop...and harry gets hostile around pretty boys

warnings: swearing, jealous!harry, cringe men

word count: almost 2k?

“Seriously? The Goonies is one of the greatest films to ever have been made in our modern society!”

After nearly a year of observation stationed behind the oak front desk, you’d concluded that if Harry was passionate about anything other than his beloved guitar, it was movies. Your first shift at the shop consisted of him pestering you in-between customers about your opinion on Bowie’s performance in Labyrinth, when he was supposed to be showing you the ropes of the job. Once he was unrelenting, you said through a quiet murmur that it was one of your favourite VHS tapes you owned - receiving a wink and a “smart girl” before he retired to the shelves to stock new releases. It was safe to say you were blushing ferociously for at least twenty minutes after. Harry could charm the pants off of any customer that stepped into the shop, and you were grateful for his charismatic nature, considering you were somewhat of a monotonous person when it came to social interaction; Harry got a kick out of your timidness.

“I’m sorry, but I just don’t agree.” You sigh, sliding the cases of Ghostbusters on to the shelves marked OUR SECOND-HAND FAVOURITES!

“I think you’re just saying this to hurt my feelings, love. I mean c’mon, John Matuszak as Sloth? How often do you see American Footballers on the big screen?” Harry exclaims, one hand gesturing dramatically whilst the other digs into your open bag of M&Ms on the counter.

“Not often enough for me to care, I think.” You lift an eyebrow, and he grins, throwing a chocolate in a perfect arc into his mouth and scrunching the packet closed. His right-hand flies to his pectoral where his heart lies, a faux groan of pain coming out of his mouth as he pretends to collapse behind the counter. “You wound me.” He wails.

You shake your head, pushing down the little shock of energy that flies through you every time he teases you; something he did quite often, and it was always in good fun. Sometimes you liked to pretend that his teasing bothered you, to which he’d get really sickly sweet and sheepish, usually offering to count up the till for you at the end of the night so you can retrieve a slush from the off license across the road.

You stand back up from where you were crouched and wipe your brow, leaning over the counter. “Get back up you pillock. We have video tapes to sell. Don’t you want a knighthood for our gracious contribution to the economy and efficient VHS sales skills?”

The bell above the door chimes and punctuates your question, a familiar blond strolling into the shop with a pair of sunglasses and his washed jeans. You hear what you think is a scoff from Harry as your heart simultaneously leaps into your throat. Jonathan Whittaker was, in Harry’s words, the bane of his existence. Strolling in with his George Michael-esque hair once a week to return his rented videos – every week you awaited his entry, excusing yourself to the loo to ruffle your perm up a bit and popping a button or two of your polo shirt. If Harry noticed you do this, he never mentioned it, he always busied himself with inventory and eavesdropped on your short but sweet conversations.

“Oh, look at that, the sun came out today.” Jonathan’s cool tone cuts through the heatwave Britain was suddenly experiencing this week and you giggle as he throws a wink in your direction. You ignore the small gag noise Harry makes behind you.

“Alright, Harry? How’ve you been mucker?” He dumps his copy of Mad Max 2 on top of the counter, and you circle around, shoving Harry out of the way with your hip as you ring it up. Harry grumbles something along the lines of “been better, to be honest” as Jonathan circles around the shop, shuffling around each case as he reads the title and the synopsis of the film. Harry once expressed to you how much it irks him when he does it, cause he’s responsible for going back around at reorganising each one back into alphabetical order.

“This’ll do, sweets. Put a word in about getting some newer films in, yeh? Stuck rewatching some oldies.” Jonathan smiles sweetly as the video lands on the side with a smack.

“Right. Cause I’m sure she has full control over that, just for you.” Harry interjects, tapping his pen on the notebook before him as he counts a stack of videos and marks down their names. He doesn’t even rise his gaze; he just stares uninterestedly at the page of numbers before him. Jonathan falters a bit, and you pretend that you aren’t harshly blushing with your back to him. This time you’re blushing because you’re embarrassed. Of what, you don’t know; Jonathan calling you sweets; Harry casually snapping at him for being kind of condescending; your petty crush on someone who is very conventionally attractive despite being a bit of a prick (you were only human, after all).

An awkward beat later and Jonathan is almost out the door with so much as a goodbye, and you can almost physically feel the tension leave Harry’s body until he swivels on his foot, looking at you with intention.

“I never got your name. ‘Seems I’ve been coming in here for a while and didn’t quite catch it.”

You swallow thickly, veins buzzing at the sheer attention from an attractive man. “Y/N.” He nods in response, corner of his mouth ticking up as he begins to spark up a Regal cigarette. Harry grumbles something under his breath and you shoot him a quick look, turning just in time as Jonathan lifts his head back up to meet your eyes.

“Y/N,” he tries your name out in his mouth, “it’s hot. Like you, I suppose.” His wink punctuates his sentence and you can just script verbatim what Harry will say to you as soon as he leaves the shop.

“He’s such a sleaze, Y/N. Do you really want to be drooling over a man like him? He wouldn’t know humility if it smacked him in the face.” He’d say. Then he’d probably go in one of his grumpier moods, slamming videos down on to the side and going for a ‘break’, returning ten minutes later smelling of smoke and some David Bowie slotted into the cassette player of his Walkman, giving you the silent treatment. It happened like clockwork when Jonathan visited, or that fairly attractive but inappropriately older man that comes into the shop and not so subtly tries to harmlessly flirt with you.

“What time shall I pick you up on Friday then?” He muses, tapping his cigarette buts out of the door he has propped open with his foot.

“Friday?” You say inquisitively.

“Yeah. Wanna take you out.” He maintains the heart-stopping grin and you feel your heart pick up. Jonathan wants to take you out. On a date! You'd never been asked out on a date before, usually being too prudish or too quiet for some of the boys you know from your days back in school. You had people you fancied, without a doubt, but they didn't even know you existed. Jonathan was the last person you expected of them all to ask you out on a date, he barely acknowledged your existence, and even stuck chewing gum on your pencil case in Year 11. So his interest came at a bit of a shock. Dating just wasn't a thing you did, it was a Harry thing.

You'd be lying, however, if you said it didn't make you slightly envious when girls would rock up to the shop and give Harry their home phone number, asking if he'd like to join them later for a swim (a skinny dip) in the local quarry late at night. You never found out if he ever did go. You shake the thought of Harry nude out of your mind, ignoring the chill that runs through your body and focusing on Jonathans scruff on his chin.

"Me? You wanna take me out?"

"Yeah. Could be fun." He shrugs, scuffing his shoes on the floor.

“I-um…sure. I’m finish here at 6, I think. I can’t be late, though. Mum gets worried.” You shrug, cheeks and the tips of your ears tingeing pink – why would you let him in on the sad little detail of you having a curfew at 20 years old? You’ll never know. Harry breaks you out of your little bubble of a conversation, clearing his throat and folding his arms across his chest.

“Um, Friday is markdown day, Y/N. Boss wants us to count stock and discount the older releases? 'Can’t do it on my own.” His voice is clipped, and he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, a scolding face (possibly even hurt?) that you’ve never seen from him, really. You shoot a look back that says, ‘let me have this one’ and he rubs his hand down his face before gesturing them up into the air.

"I'm sure you can manage, mucker." Jonathan muses. Harry cringes at the repeat of the nickname. He'd told you just last week how much he hates it cause it makes him feel like a lad's lad.

“Whatever. Do what you want. I’m taking your cut of the wage though.” And with that Harry is retreating, stalking into the back and leaving you a bit trembly on your own in front of Jonathan. He rolls his eyes in jest at Harry’s behaviour, chucking away the now-finished cigarette before glancing at his watch. You take this as a cue that he’s in a rush.

“Um, pick me up here, at 6?” the picking you’re doing of your nails juxtaposing the fake confidence you inject into your voice.

“See you then, sweetheart.” Jonathan moves forward and lets his nimble fingers brush over your hand before he takes the last M&M out of the bag, popping it between his jaw and winking, the door slamming behind him cockily.

And just as you predicted, Harry re-emerges from the back room minutes after quiet engulfs the shop once again, midway through sliding the headphones attached to his Walkman over his head, looking at you almost pitifully. Your irritation with his moody behaviour is starting to ignite the more solemn and childish he acts.

“You really wanna go on a date with him? He’s such a sleaze, Y/N. He-“

“-Wouldn’t know humility if it hit him in the face, Y/N,” You talk over him in an exaggerated deep voice, finishing the words that were about to leave his mouth, “You’ve made me fully aware that you don’t like him. Unfortunately for you, I happen to want to go on this date. Sorry for enjoying someone at least taking an interest in me for once. I never say a word when you’re being chat up by random girls alike. It’s a shameful double standard, Harry.” Your voice is almost edging on stern…as stern as you can sound without your heart nearly leaping out of your throat when engaging in any form of confrontation. Harry looks slightly taken aback by witnessing the first time you properly put your foot down with someone; regretful that the grilling was directed towards him.

He fumbles with his Walkman, looking up at you sheepishly.

“Y/N-“

“Just leave it. I have to leave for my doctor’s appointment, I’ll see you tomorrow or something.” You sigh, putting your foot down with him was the only way you wouldn’t cave into the soft side of your personality and forgive him immediately. He was being nosy and opinionated on your dating life for no valid reason.

He nods, headphones now on and gaze averted.

“See you tomorrow.”

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #boyfriendrry #harry #harry styles angst #boyfriend!harry #harry styles story #harry styles boyfriend #harry styles husband #one direction

[cantarella-s]

who’s bianca conchita

OKAY OKAY SO. HAVE YOU LISTENED TO DAUGHTER OF EVIL AND SERVANT OF EVIL? (PERHAPS REGRET MESSAGE TOO?)

BANICA IS FROM THE SAME UNIVERSE! I'll try to be brief here but since i dont trust myself ill put the rest under a cut <3

Content warning for a lot. And I mean a lot of Cannibalism. also mentions of weight. and eating stuff that really shouldn't be eaten

Evillious chronicles is based around the 7 deadly sins (lust, gluttony, pride, sloth, envy, greed, wrath) (the order i put those in is important i promise)

Rilliane's (The Rin from daughter of evil-servant of evil-regret message) (theres more songs to that arc but those are the most popular and. personally not a big fan of twiright prank sorry </3) arc is pride arc!

But today we'll be talking abt Banica, whose arc is gluttony. She's a Meiko module(? i think thats the word) and therefore very pretty <3

She has two songs as far as I remember, first of which takes place during Gluttony arc [Evil Food Eater Conchita] and the second of which takes place after in the. Limbo areas tbh I don't understand how the court and graveyard work </3 but this second song is called Master of the Graveyard

Only one other song from Gluttony arc is coming to mind [Drug of Gold] but i think there are a few more that are somewhat related? Like Hänsel and Gretel's songs mention their incarnations as Arte and Pollo

So! Now that that's out of the way, I'll start explaining her story to the best of my ability (<- went through evillious wikis religiously last year) (sorry vany if you're seeing this i went a little insane back then)

It starts off with people celebrating Banica's birth (she's a future duke! unless im misremembering she got the title of duke and not duchess) with a feast! But the baemu pig they ate happened to have the glass of conchita (vessel for gluttony) in it's system and ended up giving everyone that ate it The Disease™.

this disease (its called Gula) kills them if theyre not full all the time. so they end up eating a lot of fucked up shit (iirc cardboard was on that list?)

banica didnt have gula but her mom still made her eat the same portions as everyone else AND THEN BASICALLY EVERYONE DIES. at some point banica's mom tries eating the corpse of a dead servant when her dad shot her mom.

after the death of her mom banica locked herself up in the food storage basement thing of her mansion :( but a little while later two twin servants appeared, arte and pollo! (they are reincarnations of hänsel and gretel. basically the kind of people that rilliane and allen were supposed to be) she became close friends w the twins and stayed w them basically all the time <3

basically arte and pollo were introduced to banica by her dad or some other surviving servant. timeskip a lil and she's engaged to this guy called Carlos Marlon who's a prince. they spoke and she did make a good impression on his parents! yay!

and i dont rmb how true this is, but i do think i read somewhere that carlos commented on her being overweight? sorry i wasnt nearly as fixated on gluttony arc as some of the other arcs

over a bunch of months, they became close and warmed up to the idea of marriage. but like during this time she ate less than usual bc she was afraid carlos would dislike her if he found out what she was like

then another feast. but there was a wine glass. this brought all of banica's trauma relating to the glass of conchita back and she became fixated on the left overs before eating all the food on the table. this then led to her engagement getting cancelled :(

after her engagement was cancelled, she went back to the mansion and she decided to immerse herself in food and food culture. she gained the title of a gourmand in her country, beelzenia! (im p sure its based of spain :3)

she travelled to several other countries (arte and pollo in tow bc ofc <3) to improve beelzenia's food culture! girlboss! she learned abt many famous chefs, one of which was josef crim. unfortunately he's dead :(

copy pasting the next para from the wiki -

' Supported by Juno, Banica introduced her ideas to Beelzenia, greatly improving its food culture and adding to its cuisine, radically increasing the domestic foods in the empire as a result. During this period she began developing a new wine, dubbed "Blood Grave", with the cooperation of the local farmers. '

so yeah! things are going great for banica! she even got the formal title of "Noble Gourmand Banica" (gourmand from before was probably more of a nickname)

and then her dad died

sorry queen </3 just like when her engagement was broken off, she found solace in food. around this time is when she got the title of duke. she traveled some more bc she was still grieving her dad when she got the news that one of her loyal servants, Ron, went missing.

but she collapsed when she went back bc of organ abnormalities. when she got checked out by her doctor, they concluded it was bc of her overeating.

but arte and pollo, loyal servants as they are, had been keeping the glass of conchita (that housed the demon of gluttony) with them! and since their master might die soon, they decided it was the perfect time to use it. they kept it by her bedside and the demon started talking to banica.

it told her abt how she'd only eaten half of the world's food and theres sooo much more for her to consume <3<3 she should totally make a contract with it! she wouldnt die if she made the contract + she'd get to eat more and more of the food this beautiful world has to offer

she initially declined bc yknow all of that stuff happened that happened when she was young? she knows that her mom and the other servants died bc of the demon (or more specifically the disease which was caused by the demon)

the demon left but kept the wine glass and said that if she drank from it, the contract would be sealed. -> "The next morning she awoke and saw the glass, realizing it was full of baemu blood when smelling it. Consumed by her curiosity, Banica drank after minimal hesitation, making the contract." [copy pasted from the wiki]

after making the contract, she 'miraculously' made a full recovery! she also became thinner. with her new abilities, she decided to try eating stuff she's never tried.

she held a banquet with her, the duke, as the host. at the end, she asked her servants to bring dessert which included live insects and spiders. [sorry banica but thats kinda gross </3] the audience she had was pretty disgusted but she had fun at least?

some time passed after the banquet and she decided she wouldn't leave the mansion anymore and have arte and pollo manage the estate and her territories. she did it on accounts of her organ abnormalities :3

after denouncing the outside world she used the demon's powers to reanimate the dead bc yes! she reanimated the servants and created an undead army to guard her mansion. she also reanimated livestock to serve as her meals.

after that point she began hiring a bunch of chefs to make her food but she was always irritated at them bc they were disgusted by her appetite. so of course, she had arte and pollo kill and then cook them so she could eat their corpses. girl moment fr

after getting rid of one guy, she hired Josef Crim. but you might be wondering, isnt josef dead??? well. thats not josef. thats Carlos. her former fiance. so at one point she gets drunk and they fuck 👍 she's pregnant now

oh yeah the imperial family's kept sending letters to her but she ignored them like spam callers. so they sent an army! but she has an undead army WOOOOOO!! Carlos-Josef recognized Ron (guy from earlier) and banica told him how she now wants to devour the world <3

carlos was scared so he tried to escape. banica sent arte and pollo to catch him and he gave the excuse of trying to take a vacation but. he's not allowed vacations <3 banica is niceys tho so she didnt have him killed. yet.

a few days later, carlos served her poison soup (that he'd eat together bc dying together is pretty romantic. carlos really was onto smthn there) but she is a demon contractor and cannot die unless its at the hands of another contractor or vessel so. Only carlos died. a shame, really.

banica figured out what happened so since he's already dead, might as well have arte and pollo cook him. nothing like eating your lover <3

fast forward a few months, her baby is born! woooo!!! i dont really rmb what happens next but she does end up eating arte and pollo. in the words of leo, Oh kaito we're really in it now

banica ran out of food and servants. and since she's a contractor of gluttony, she's still hungry. fuck. oh shit her baby's crying. hey. the baby is food, right? she can eat that, right?

so she took a plate out and put the baby on it.

and she was going to eat it but after seeing the kid's face, she decided not to bc thats her kid.

the demon doesnt like that very much and tells her that hey, actually, yknow that poison that guy fed you? yeah it's actually one of the few things that *can* kill you and is actually do it!

basically the poison was shavings of the vessel of wrath (the golden key. hence. drug of gold) and it def can kill her. not sure if it would work as slowly as the demon is claiming, but it would most definitely kill her in larger amounts. and she ate carlos who also had a dose of the poison in him.

the demon said the kid is a 'vaccine' for that (bro thats. Not how vaccines work at all) but she still refused to eat her child. she began to see the demon take shape in her mind and it looks like a baemu pig with bat wings. yeah. sounds horrifyingly disgusting.

so she ate herself! wahoo <3 copy pasting the wiki again

' Exploiting her contract, Banica's consumption of her body allowed her to become a demon herself; gaining all of the demon's knowledge and power. '

so thats technically the end of gluttony arc but she does have more to her story (from Master of the Graveyard and i think a few other songs?) but i dont rmb most of that sorry </3

if you actually managed to read all of that. damn Thank you

#god that was so much longer than intended #i am so so sorry aurie </3

[mari-lair]

do you have any lore behind the designs you did for Aoi and Akane in the demon and angel au because you said Aoi was a bug type demon?

(the designs: Here)

I do! :D

Aoi is a monster that rarely leaves her lair, which is a huge underground labyrinth, she is blind in bright places, so her home is total darkness. Isolated from it all. She knows almost everything, what her bugs see above, she too can see. She is not lonely exactly, but she can get bored quickly, so she occasionally lures people in to play with them.

At first, she hoarded tons of gold and gems to use as lure, but nowadays her mere existence seems to be enough to make people want to find her, intrigued by this supposedly breathtakingly beautiful creature that resides in complete darkness.

She is very strange but kind, in her own way. She has a soft spot for humans, can help them even, but only if she likes the individual, if she doesn't, she’ll turn her visitor into food for her favorite bugs. She's usually very helpful, and mysterious, so many humans created legends about her, worshiping her. She was a creature as feared as she was loved.

Teru is the head of a very important church, an angel chosen to look after this city until it died. Every city gets assigned a guardian angel that chose a human to become its leader, protecting the city while the chosen human improves themselves.

Akane is who Teru chose to train, they have grown closer with time. Too close. There has been an increase in tension over time because Teru fell in love, which is forbidden for an angel, so he has been more distant, trying to keep it professional, and put himself on a figurative leash.

Akane thinks the tension is his fault. He likes teru, have for a while, and it isn’t the devotion he sees in his fellow priest's eyes, it isn't sweet: He knows Teru will go away soon, and he can't let that happen. He wants to keep the angel to himself even after his training is done, clip his wings so Teru can't get back to heaven, which is an act of heresy.

Akane doesn't want to hurt Teru though, so he toys with the idea every time the angel let him touch his wings, itching to break his halo when he hears Teru talk about how much he'll miss this place when he's gone, but he always fight down this destructive urge. He still has time, after all, no need to take Teru's wings away so soon.

Teru has never been the purest of angels, many of his actions falling on the 'bad' spectrum,  but he wasn't tainted because he didn't sin. Greed? He had no goals, he follows his duties. Sloth? Never, he works hard. Gluttony?Wrath? No. Lust? Angels don't feel any sexual attraction to anything, that's never a problem. Envy? Yes, but he have learned to control it, so it wasn't a problem. Pride? It was his big weakness, but he drank a bottle of holy water every night to keep himself 'clean'.

After he fell in love he started to be greedy too, very very greedy. That's two great sins, more than a creature as holy as an angel is capable of bearing. Teru can't wash it away with holy water anymore, if he tries, his throat will burn, it's extremely painful.

When Teru notice one of his wings was turning grey he panicked, knowing he had to do his duty quickly if he don’t want to be caught, but wanting to linger around for as much as possible. His greed (which was a relatively new feeling, so he wasn't used to it) won in the end, and he tried to find a way to be healthy again and continue his mission without a hitch.

He eventually resorted to black magic to heal himself, arrogant enough to think he could do it with enough preparations and protection. It doesn't work, he drastically accelerates his corruption and nearly knocks himself out, both from physical pain and feeling overwhelmed by new, less pure, feelings and thoughts. He is ashamed of himself, even if he trusts Akane to try to help him, demoniac and all, he doesn't want to be seen, not like this, so he runs away and hides.

Akane had noticed the occasional grey feather, he pays more attention to Teru than anyone, but he never expected Teru to disappear overnight. He can’t find him anywhere and he doesn’t know what to do. He assumes he went back to heaven, which leaves a bad taste in his mouth, and he feels a mix of horrified and selfishly relieved to learn he has fallen, he is still on earth. So Akane goes on a mad hunt for him.

Without any concrete leads, Akane follows the rumor of an underground queen that sees all. He prepares himself with holy water and a lantern to guide him in the pitch darkness, not that hopeful (Akane utterly despises demons, he doesn’t trust that this one will be ‘nice’) but desperate enough to accept any help he could.

Aoi thinks he is too aggressive with her cute bugs, impatient, rude, and very arrogant. She would have destroyed him, if she wasn't interested in his story, having rarely seen angels be corrupted or priest venture down her lair.

She can't deny there was something nice about how honest Akane is. It was fun to see him try to be respectful and try not to curse her for being a demon since he need her help, but fail spectacularly. She stays out of his view, giving him purposely vague advice, promising she'll help him if he can keep her entertained for 1 day.

He agrees, only realizing later it's impossible to tell when it's day or night in her underground cave, hating the "you'll just have to trust me~" she gives him.

His lantern goes out after 4 hours and he becomes completely blind, which is when Aoi gets comfortable enough to approach and properly talk to and study him. She does start to like him quickly enough, and decides to help him, but she doesn’t tells him that, taking full advantage of this deal of theirs. She doesn't even try to hide that she's studying him like he's a peculiar toy, giving him riddles and philosophic questions with no clear answers, and freaking him out by inviting him to dance when she knows he can't see shit, much less keep up with her four arms. She finds it endearing how much he panics when she steals his glasses, even though they are useless in here.

Aoi rarely sleep, so she did not let Akane sleep through the night, wanting him to keep her entertained. It's hard but surprisingly... Not dangerous. For a demon, she was entertained by very mundane, if a bit annoying, things. And when a day passed, the bug demon did her part of the deal and let him out, giving him a moth she swore would guide him to Teru and personally guiding him to the edges of her tunnel, but not enough for sunlight to sneak in and make her visible.

Aoi respected their deal, so Akane respects her wish to remain hidden in the shadows, promising to himself to get her a gift if her moth actually leads him to teru

(Part 2)

#tbhk #terukane #aoikane #angels and demons au #i am weak for this kind of aus #long post

[eldritch-spouse]

NO I GOTTA KNOW WHAT THE ICONS DO WITH THE PENIS TERROR. I NEED IT (Dunno what about Vorti but I'm sure you'll find a way)

[I hate this so much. *wheezing*]

PENIS PANIC PART 2 - Eletric Boogaloo

TW: Noncon

Rinx just holds your limp form in his hands. What happened? He's clean, he's healthy, what did you see that was so frightening? Are you just not used to the color or were your previous partners really that small? You poor thing, he feels bad for you, you deserve an endowed partner like him. It's quite funny you didn't pass out when he fingered you, considering the size of his digits...

Kalymir laughs so hard he nearly busts a rib. No seriously, he might laugh himself into an early grave. He knows he's mighty in every sense of the word, but you're such a little pussy. Afraid he'll flare the spikes on his knot? HAH. Maybe he won't tell you he can retract them, just to see you squirm like a worm on a hook. What are you going to do next time, faint again? He'll die of laughter, you'll never be allowed to forget those moments.

Vesper honestly gets it. You're not the first one to faint, unfortunately. In his younger years, he was a little too eager to flaunt his package, and some of his partners just weren't ready. It hasn't happened in a while though. Still flatters him though. Much like Santi, he'll first pull the trick where you're not allowed to see any of his cocks, then he'll introduce you to the tendril, which is the least imposing of the bunch. You can work your way up to the big boys, right?

Zizz almost wonders if he got overexcited and his influence made you fall asleep. Doesn't seem to be the case. Well, he is the second largest Icon of Hell, so he kind of understands the fear... If you had stayed awake, Zizz could have happily explained that looks can be deceiving. Nevertheless, sleep never stopped the Icon of Sloth from enjoying a lover, so you're getting fondled and humped at regardless.

Livius deflates. Yeah okay, he gets the shape might be a little different from what you're used to as a human but... Come on, that's- That's no way to react! He doesn't even know how to feel now. Was that bad?? Was that good???? If only he had a stupid, simple, dumb human cock- What type of dicks are you into? Where's your phone? There's probably some type of lead there, he needs to FIX THIS right now.

Cero doesn't really know if he should feel flattered or insulted at first. After all, he's definitely perfect for you, maybe it was all the excitement in your little head, hm? You know you'll never have better than him, you know he's going to blow your mind when he fucks you, and that was just too much, wasn't it? Ha! Oh, what a rush- Better wake up inamorata, he can't wait much longer after you teased him like that.

Vorticia puts you back on the bed, goes outside to have a smoke, and thinks about what in the ever living fuck that was supposed to mean back there.

#Vesper oc #Vorticia oc #Livius oc #Kalymir oc #Rinx oc #Zizz oc #Cero oc #mellsfern

[ruhorih4ra]

It's been a while, I nearly forget about this fic (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠) not really, It's always haunting me.

No more chapter titles, I run out of ideas and I'm hungry.

“The Run And Go”

It contains:

Gn!Mc

Grammar mistakes (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)(⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠)

Previous chapter.

Chapter 9. [Present]

You woke up, disoriented. Nightmares about that day were common, but they never ceased to amaze you. Your breathing was fast and you were cold sweating but there was a comforting warmth, Mammon was carrying you on his back again.

“Did you have a nice dream?” Mammon said, grinning.

“No, I was having a nightmare.” You uttered, unaware of the demon's sarcastic tone. “Why are you carrying me, my lord?”

“You fainted. I guess I shouldn't have made you walk after using so much magic, humans are pretty useless.”

He gave you a side glance.

“We're arriving soon, I don't want any last trick. Ya hear me?”

You looked your hands, they were tied with a magical item. You recognized Solomon’s signature in it.

“You tied me with a powerful band, my lord. I doubt I could do anything.”

“Just making sure.”

Fear was crawling trough your back, a familiar sight waiting for you after so many years, you shouldn't be here. You should be in the human world, resting 3 feets underground, before you could drown in your own thoughts the house of lamentation stood big and gloomy in front of you. It was exactly like years ago.

“We're here, human. Get off my back before one of my brothers see us.”

He practically knocked you over, you barely regained your balance in time to keep from falling. He took your arm, forcing you to walk at the same speed as him. He opened the door, immediately screaming.

“Lucifeeeer!!! I'm done with this task of yours!!”

However the first one to appear was not Lucifer, not even Satan. A demon with the biggest baggy eyes you’ve ever seen appeared, glowing eyes but tired steps. You gulped, looking at Belphie for the first time in centuries.

“Is this the one that made a fool out of Lucifer and Satan?”

“Yes, where is Lucifer?”

“He went to the castle... Sorcerer, they say your magic is strong, do you have something for the insomnia?”

You knew very well the reason behind Belphegor’s lack of sleep. When you tried to kill him, Astazath cast a curse on him, some of his magic remained inside Belphegor's body. “Is this curse so strong that not even Lucifer could remove it?” You bit your lip, sighing.

“I may have something, my lord.”

“Really?” Belphie's eyes widened.

“Yes.” You nodded, thinking of some way to help without exposing you. Maybe you could gradually erase the curse without raising suspicion. “Why can't you sleep, my lord? Aren't you the Avatar of sloth?”

“I'm cursed, human... What’s your name?”

“I don't have one.”

He raised an eyebrow but Mammon complained before he could voice his toughts.

“Goddamnit, he's always doing the same. I'm not your babysitt...” He stopped talking. “Stay with Belphie, don't try anything stupid.” Mammon snarled before walking away.

“He's not always like that. Ever since Mc disappeared everyone turned gloomier.”

Both of you walked to the common room, you followed Belphegor.

“The exchange student.” You said, walking through egg shells.

“Yes. Don't bring the topic with my brothers.”

“What about you, my lord?”

“Call me Belphegor. I used to hate humans, maybe that's why Mc ran away.” He spoke, with a bittersweet tone and you had to suppress the urges to hug him.

“I need my magic to feel your curse.” You showed Belphie the band that was binding your hands.

“If you try to escape, I'll kill you.” He warned.

You nodded and he untied you, apparently there was someone else in the room, you could feel Beel's gaze on you, ready to capture you but hopeful that maybe you could help his twin.

You closed your eyes, your hands were trembling.

You breathed, there was a pulse of pain coming from Astazath’s curse, it came to you like an avalanche. You pressed your eyelids and for the first time in 200 hundred years you felt your pacts with the brothers.

“How cruel can you be, Astazath?!”

You finally knew why nobody could remove it before, it was not only a curse but an order, a command from your pact. “Don’t sleep”

“No, no, no!” You wanted to scream, the mere idea of you commanding Belphie to never sleep again made you sick.

You swallowed and fight the tears, you can’t free Belphie, not this time. They wouldn't hesitate to killing you and you need to be alive to defeat Astazath.

“Belphie, he's... sleeping.”

You opened your eyes, Belphegor was fast asleep on your lap. You saw Beel's eyes, full of something between fear, love and gratitude.

“H-He hadn't sleep in... Are you really...”

Belphegor was sleeping but you didn't remove the curse... "What the hell is going on?"

“Is it really you, Mc?” Beelzebub whispered.

“Ah, w-what?!” You frantically shook your head, understanding why Beel suddenly looked like he was looking at a ghost.

In the silent of the moment Satan arrived to the scene, watching Belphie sleeping on you.

“That's a surprise, although I have to admit that Belphie is not himself anymore. To easily trust a human... He must be really tired.”

“My lord, I'm glad you make it safely here.” You gulped, laughing nervously but being careful of avoid Beelzebub’s eyes.

Beelzebub kept looking at you but he didn’t dare to make a move until he saw Satan.

“Stay calm, Satan. They’re helping Belphie.” Beel stood in front of you, discreetly looking at you.

“This doesn’t concer you, Beel. Step aside, now.”

“They removed the curse.”

Satan’s sardonic smile faltered and he looked at you again, gritting his teeth with uncontrollable laughter and a pained expression.

“Mc is dead, that demon killed them…”

The aura surrounding Satan was suffocating but his words stuck with you, he wasn’t blaming you and some sort of hope filled you.

“Remember what I told you I would do with you once I could recover?”

You were frozen, Satan wasn’t looking at a sorcerer no, he was watching a demon.

“Shut up, Satan. They didn't remove it. I was just faking but you're pretty noisy.” He looked at you apologetically “I thought you may be Mc”

Beel face visibly saddened, his hands now fisted. You were looking at him when Belphie’s words made sense.

“You thought what?” You shook your head. “I'm sorry, I couldn't help you.”

He shrugged.

“Nobody can.”

“Does this mean they suspected me?” Belphegor predicted your thoughts because he quickly mentioned “It was just me. As you can see, my brothers stopped looking for Mc a long time ago.”

You looked at the faces of Beel and Satan, but they were staring into empty space, losts in thought. You nodded somehow feeling abandoned.

“I'm sorry. It must be hard but I'm not them and if that's why I'm here I’d rather...”

“That is not why you are here.” Lucifer arrived, on time as always.

“My lord...”

“It's getting late. We'll go to the Demon’s Lord Castle tomorrow morning, you'll be staying on the guest room.”

“What? No, put them in the attic, not in Mc’s room!”

“Silence, Belphegor. They'll do as I order.” He looked at you. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

You started your way towards your old room, it was surprise how clear the memories of the brothers stayed in your mind. You were lost in thought when you realized, Lucifer was testing you too. You shouldn’t know where the room was... Now you were in big trouble. You stopped half the way and quickly made up an excuse, pretending that you were aiming to the kitchen.

“Uhh, My lord...” You stayed still, turning to face a tense Lucifer. “Does that mean that I won't eat? Y-you see, it smells like Babylon Curry and that's my favorite. It's also Reya's favorite. I would like to see her.”

You kept babbling but nobody cared, everyone was too busy looking at you with skepticism and you feared again because no matter what, they cannot know that you are alive.

“Uh, well, I may be getting ahead of myself. My apologies, my lords.”

You walked towards Lucifer and waited until he raised an eyebrown.

“You... You were hungry?” He looked at you again and this time he really paid attention.

“It smells good, what is it? Shadow Goose Burger?” You tried to sound indifferent.

Lucifer cleared his throat and regained his calm.

“The room is this way. I'll send you some food later.”

With that being said, you resumed your way to the attic, maybe he changed his mind or perhaps it was another trap. You didn't want to raise any more suspicions so you remained silent.

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@gallantys

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