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nomazee · 20 days

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“This is unnecessary.”

At Blade’s snide comment, you pull sharply at the strands of his hair in your hands. He grunts in displeasure before obediently quieting down, only a little scared of you scalping him if he annoys you any further.

Perched behind him on the couch while he sits on the floor, your hands find themselves coming through his hair (long, smooth, untangled despite the fact that you’ve never seen him take a brush to it). Your efforts to part his hair with just your fingers are fruitless. His hair is thick on the top, so much so that you’re surprised his neck doesn’t constantly ache with the weight of it. Your hands pause, resting on the top of his head while you try and figure out how you’ll style it.

“Be nice,” you warn, two hands on the sides of his head tilting it from side to side, treating him as a foam mannequin on which you can project your very thorough cosmetology skills. “Your fate is quite literally in my hands. I could knock you out and shave you bald very easily.”

“I don’t doubt that,” he says earnestly, and you can’t help the way your lips twinge into a smile. “This is clearly a hassle. My hair looks fine the way it is.”

“It does,” you admit, “but wouldn’t it be nice to try something new? And at no cost to you, aside from mild scalp pain. I’m good at hair. I did Kafka’s that one time.” You fail to mention that it was only one time for good reason. Kafka said that you handle hair the same way a lobster would handle a violin—that is, with clumsy hands and a clear lack of refinement. She had to hide every pair of scissors from you in fear that you'd give Silver Wolf microbangs.

As if on cue, your fingers get caught in an unexpected snag in Blade’s hair, and you pull and tug and yank as if expecting it to untangle on its own. Blade hisses and reaches a hand back to smack you on the wrist, turning around to glare at you.

“Watch it,” he orders, gentle but firm. There’s not enough heat in his words to scare you, and his eyes are a particularly beautiful shade of copper in the dim, flickering light of this dingy lounge room. Whatever you say, beautiful, you think to yourself hysterically.

After a few half-willed apologies from you and some nudges of encouragement, Blade finally relaxes enough to turn back around and tilt his head back in your lap, letting your fingers play with his hair nonsensically. A braid, you decide, would look quite nice on him. One long one down the back. If you had ribbon, you’d use some to tie his hair, but all you have is one of Kafka’s tragically thin hair ties.

“It’s a nice color,” you comment absentmindedly, pretending that you can’t see the way Blade’s eyes have shut in contentment at your gentle prodding. “It changes in the light a little bit. It looks very blue now, but I’ve always thought it was black.” You section his hair off into three pieces, loosely laying one over the other over and over again. The aged gold ornament still hangs securely in his hair, and you don’t do anything to move it. It suits him.

“It’s natural, if that’s what you’re getting at,” he tells you, the slightest twinge of a joke in his voice. It plays at your smile and at your heart, too.

“You say that now, but you’ll be scrambling to come up with a lie when I find box dye in your bag.”

He only hums in response, reluctantly enjoying the feeling of your hands on him—they’re gentle, and you can imagine he’s not quite used to this. It’s an addictive feeling, to have him at your mercy, even with just your hands in his hair. There’s trust, unspoken, lingering warmly in the air and settling like condensation on your skin. You could very easily do a number of things that would hurt Blade—kill him, almost. You’ve only ever thought of it a few times, and those were all a very long time ago.

You don’t think of it that often anymore. All you’re paying attention to is Blade and the splitting ends of his hair and how nice he’d look with a red ribbon tied in.

“We should go shopping,” you tell him, voice close to a whisper now. You’ve secured the end of his braid already, and your handiwork is admirable. The strands are neatly crossed over each other, uniform in size with each other as they taper down into the end. “Some clips for you would be nice.” Absentmindedly, you comb through the layers of hair near his face, digging your fingers gently into the sides of his face and scratching at his scalp.

“And where exactly would we go shopping? We’re not exactly upstanding members of society in some people’s eyes.”

“Then I’ll make clips for you,” you say, a naive kind of dedication in your tone. “I used to work with metal, a little bit. I could make jewelry. Ornaments for your hair. I’ll put a ribbon in next time.”

“What makes you think there’ll be a next time?” Blade asks doubtfully, in steep contrast with the way he lets your hands roam along his scalp, and the way his head leans back into you as if he’s comfortable.

“You’re a loyal customer,” you quip, “you’d never let somebody else do your hair when you have me as a dedicated stylist.”

“I’m your only customer.”

“I know,” and in a moment of weakness—because at the end of the day that’s what you are, weak, malleable and moveable when you’re with Blade like this—you lean down just a little bit, pressing a stupid clumsy kiss on the crown of his head. Your fingers trail down to trace the bumps of the braid, the divots and grooves in it, made by your hands, and yours alone. “That just means I can put all my effort towards you alone.”

“You shouldn’t.” And he means it when he says that, and it hurts you, puts a sickly pang in your chest that you want to reach for and tear out before it grows into something worse.

“But I will,” you tell him. Blade is stubborn, but not stubborn enough to keep it up. Not now, not here, not when the overhead lights are flickering and making his hair look just a little bluer, illuminating the warmer ends of his hair, glinting off the metal ornament still clipped into it. He rests between your hands, still sitting on the cold floor, pretending that he isn’t falling asleep with you like the fool he secretly is.

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shankss-magnificent-ass · 8 months

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Imagine being a new member of the Red Hair pirates eleven years before the main plot

Benn: This is Hongo, the ship's doctor

Hongo: And who is this ravishing creature?

Benn: down boy, this is the rookie that Shanks dragged home.

Hongo: Oh you poor thing.

You: Shanks picked me for my combat abilities

Hongo: you must be strong then.

You: admittedly my strength is nowhere near the boss's level, but I can go toe to toe with a rear admiral in a fight.

Hongo: I see

Uta: don't sell yourself short, I watched you spar with papa, and he was getting winded. *Makes those grabbie hands that signal she wants you to pick her up*

You: thank you, and who are you if I might ask. *Picks her up*

Shanks: that is Uta, my adorable daughter.

Uta: I'm papa's favorite, and don't you forget it, I'm also the ship's musician.

You: really, what instrument do you play?

Uta: *gestures to her throat* my voice box, I'm a singer.

You: I eagerly await your next performance then.

Uta: wait no longer, places everyone! *Claps her hands*

Hongo, Yassop, and Lucky Roux: *scamper around to clear a spot and set up a stage for her*

You: (ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ) ???

Benn: *scoops Uta out of your arms and carries her to the stage*

Uta: (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ a song for the newbie *starts to sing*

Yassop: *puts a chair under you and gently pushes you into it*

Shanks: *moves his chair next to yours and leans in* isn't she so cute?

You: yes, she has such a beautiful voice. Do you and your men usually allow yourselves to be controlled by the whims of a child?

Benn: ... Yes, but only because we want to

After the song

Uta: *chilling in your lap* what'd you think?

You: you're an exceptionally talented singer, you must put a lot of work into it.

Uta: of course, practice makes perfect.

You: and you seem to have everyone here wrapped around your little finger. They must love you very much.

Uta: yes... I think they feel guilty, since my parents are dead.

Shanks: it's not that

Yassop: at least not entirely

You: I figured you were adopted.

Uta: what do you mean?

Shanks: how could you tell?

You: because she's talented,

The crew: (⁠(⁠(⁠;⁠ꏿ⁠_⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠)⁠)⁠) ....

You: *quickly adds* at something besides fighting and debauchery.

The crew: *laughs*

Shanks: wow, already making cheap shots at your captain on your first day aboard. It's true, she's talented, she gets it from her mother. We do our best to make sure she's provided for, but there are still some areas we are lacking in.

Uta: yeah, like shopping

Benn: we take you shopping, literally every time we make port.

Uta: Yeah! But it is always to sleazy back alley joints where everything is second hand and not the designer shops that have cute new clothes. All because of papa's ugly mug has a bounty on it. Plus none of you have any sense of style, and can give me useful feedback on my outfits.

Shanks: well that's true, hey! You shouldn't call people, especially your poor father, ugly!

Benn: I have always wanted to take her to those shops too, our little girl would look so cute in those nice clothes.

You: I can take you, I don't have a bounty, and I know a little about fashion.

Uta: *looks over your outfit* your fashion sense, outwardly, appears to be less offensive to the eyes than papa's.

You: uh, thank you.

Shanks: Offensive? What about my outfit is offensive?

Uta: your shirt is wrinkly and stained, and your pants!... Don't even get me started on your pants.

Benn: allow me, they look like you made them out of someone's grandmother's couch.

Shanks: alright, thank you I get it.

You: *grumbles* Sandals are a little worse for wear as well.

Uta: *giggles*

Shanks: y'all are teaming up on me

Benn: yeah guys, he's only got one arm, it's downright unsporting.

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cocteaucherry · 3 months

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this idea just popped into my head

but what if the reader was a first year, and they liked to call nanami their best friend (like gojo, but less menacing and more understanding and soft ig?) because they enjoyed nanami's reaction and reader was basically a happy little furball until they see a second year, gojo, declare that nanami is his best friend and it basically ends up in small little competitions between gojo and reader on who is nanami's best and better friend, and during those mini competitions and months, they start to realise something about each other and in the end, it ends up turning into gojo tyring to secretly impress reader and reader secretly trying to impress gojo, and nanami is just stuck being in the middle of all that.

this is the cutest concept so here’s what I have! For now I’ll probably make a pt.2

“Come on Kentoo! Why can’t we check out the new crepe shop?” A frown appeared on your face crossing your arms, “I already told you I have a long mission tomorrow.. and knowing you we’ll be out until morning.” He sat against the stone step, his head resting in his hands.

“Uhm.. nu uh..” you said in a teasing tone, you sat on the step next to him poking his cheek with your finger, you had met nanami on your first day attending Jujutsu High. You sat miserably outside having forgotten your lunch in your dorm, this didn't go unnoticed by Nananmi and he very kindly offered to share his. Ever since that day you and Nanami are usually always together.

“Please please please? Just do it for your best friend!” You pleaded clasping your hands together to give him a feigned pitiful look, Nanami knew what kind of game you were playing but his body betrayed him. Anytime you called him your best friend butterflies would erupt in his stomach and his skin would burn causing a blush to spread across his body.

He rolled his eyes trying his best to contain his composure, “F-fine-“ he was interrupted by you hugging him tightly, “Yayyy! Well let’s get inside, it’s chilly,” you exclaimed standing up, Nanami sighed standing up, he walked a bit up the steps opening the door as you stepped through. “So what flavor do you think-“ Your question was interrupted as you were bumped out of the way by a tall figure, “Nanamii! What’s happening?”

A lanky arm was wrapped around his shoulder as Nanami stared annoyingly at the figure, “Seriously Gojo?” He groaned out a very apparent vein popping above his right brow, ah Gojo you’ve heard of him around campus but you didn’t see him.

All of a sudden you felt a glare hit you and it caused chills to radiate down your spine, “Nanamii! Don’t tell me you’re cheating on me?” He pushed his shades down to stare at you, his bright blue eyes glaring marks into you. “Oh no no! He’s just my best friend.” This statement wouldn’t help your argument as a strange grin appeared on his face.

“Ohh? Well I’m sure Nanami could attest when I say I’m his best friend.” The senior snickered as Nanami peeled himself away from Gojo’s grasp, “I can assure you’re not-“ a finger was placed on his lips as the snow white haired boy kept his gaze on you, “As much as I’d like to entertain me and Suguru are going to that new crepe spot,” he bought his finger away to play with the bridge of his glasses. “I’ll see ya later nanamiii and y/n '' he said, opening the door and walking out into ending summer breeze.

He knew your name? But more importantly was the competition bestowed in front of you, nanami saw your face and offered a weak smile. “Don’t mind Gojo.. he’s a little too cocky for his own good.” You turned out his voice, already debating your next move, little did Nanami know a bounty was placed on his head

“Anything he could do I can do better”

Challenge one- Gift Giving

A week later the challenge had begun, you weren’t sure if Gojo had reciprocated the glares you exchanged with him in the halls but you sure had. You decided you needed to go all out, on Nanami’s desk that very morning a bento box wrapped nicely along with some little candies. Coincidentally Gojo had been walking with Nanami to his class, when both their eyes locked on the cutely wrapped lunch various reactions appeared, Kento had confusion and Gojo had confused anger.

“It’s very nice of her don’t you think?” Kento smirked to himself holding up one of the candies, Satoru’s jaw ticked a delayed nod following after. “Yup.. well I gotta get going.” The white haired boy said walking with quickness to get out of that classroom, he stood outside the door pondering his move as he sensed a specific energy pass through the halls.

A pep in your step and a sick smile on your face as you passed by, you glanced up at Satoru giving him a shit eating grin as you turned the corner. A vein popped in his neck as a grin passed on his face, “So that’s how it is..”

“Anything she can do I can do better”

Satoru passed around his dorm In a fitted rage, his anger being experienced by his tired eyed best friend sitting on his bed. “Can you believe she did that? I mean! I didn’t even get to make the first move!” He was upset he didn’t make the first impression. “Satoru.. is it that serious?” Suguru stretched his hands staring at the mini pieces of paper Satoru had him cut and write on, ‘100 reasons why you’re my best friend’. “How many years have we been friends, I’ve never even gotten a hundred reasons.”

“Anytime I try to express any emotion to you I get shunned.” Satoru rolled his eyes, staring at the gift basket he had arranged for Nanami, “I need more ideas.” He groaned, rubbing his eyes. “Can’t believe you’re letting a first year work you up like this, I mean.. shouldn’t you be trying to impress some of our superiors?” Suguru smirked, tapping his fingers on his upper thigh, “well, personally I don’t give two shits about them.. they’re weak.” Gojo mumbled kicking at the wood floor.

“Oh? Is the Satoru Gojo sweating over two first grade sorcerers, never thought I’d see it.” Suguru huffed with a grin.

Satoru’s jaw dropped as he quickly tried to correct himself, “No! No! I’m not!” he exclaimed, sliding his glasses off to thump his head with his own finger. Then a metaphorically lightbulb appeared above his head, “What time does the bakery open tomorrow morning?”

Oh you were pissed, that afternoon you walked with Nanami to the training field carrying his large gifts from this morning, you weren’t able to see the set up but apparently. A blue gift basket was there stuffed with scraps of paper, flowers, candy and about seven different varieties of bread. Kento walked, taking small bites of bread as he walked, the expensive blue name tag hung from the basket and mocked you. “Y/N, I’m telling you it’s not that serious”

But now it was serious Satoru check matted you on the first round, you’ll have to bring your A game to the next challenge Acts Of Service

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dairy-farmer · 4 months

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Is me~ back to haunt you Ask Box o/ because I just had A Thought(tm)

What if~? The OPPOSITE of my Magic Sex Toy idea? Uno Reverse?

But how would that even work? You say. Tim would very obviously notice!

Oh ho ho~ ye of little Faith! *slaps my "join the Church of Civilian Tim" poster I obviously made myself* CONSIDER! Not a cape! Semi-stable schedules!

We open our scene with stalking. As ya do. Tim would prefer you call it "bird watching" or "observing the night life" but... let's be real here. Stalking. He's getting them NICE Premium Pics for his Definitely-Not-A-Stalker-Shrine. There's a newbie on the scene. A gaudy robe wearing mofo.

3 guess what HIS shtick is. First two don't count.

But! Thing is? Tim is no long a wee baby faced pre-teen. He is a Man(tm). Legally, twice over. And well... you find a LOT if Neat Late Night Shops running after the bats. He may have been persuaded by CERTAIN libidos that maybe he should check them out. Who can say? You can't prove ANYTHING. These bags are groceries and no you can't check..

Where was he? Ah, right, Pics of the Nightwing booty. *click*

Tim forgets Rule Number 1.5: ALWAYS keep an eye on what the villian is doing.

By the way... what that bright light? Oh, just a SPELL BOLT. Fuckin DODGE, MAN!

He fails to dodge.

🥺 H-His camera... Night-booty... Also why does he feel? Tingly? He doesn't stick around to figure it out. Grabs his TRAGICLY dead camera and bolts. Not getting caught at the scene of the stalking TODAY, no sir! Batmans definitely gonna check the area and he SHANT be there! Early night it is!

He gets back to his apartment. Still feels tingly... but less? Maybe those charms he looked up how to make protected him after all. Still, shouldn't push his luck, you know? He settles in for the night. Gets a warm shower.

Comes out and eyes the bags he dropped by the bed... and... well...

He DID wrap up early~ Maybe treat for Timmy time. He digs them out.

Weird.

They? We're already pretty life like (it's why he bought them) but... when he TOUCHES one? He swears it gets MORE life like? He really should look this up or something... suspect toys in Gotham and all... but on the other hand? Horny. And the boxes WERE closed. It's fiiiiine.

But which one? It's kinda been a while. And he doesn't want to be sore tomorrow. This one!

So Tim lays back. Let's himself enjoy working himself open. Then works the fake(?) Cock inside himself. And oh~ it's WARM. Twitchs. He let's himself enjoy a slow, lazy session. Get really sloppy and relaxed before finally finding juuust the right angle aaaand~

Across the city, the current Robin, Damian Wayne, is shaking APPART on a roof top. Sweat pouring down his temple, thighs trembling as he tries ro stop himself from rutting up into empty air. It won't help. Won't make the damnable TEASING go any faster. Wet and tight and PERFECT around him.

Came out of NOWHERE. One second he was patrolling, the next barely catching himself from falling. Stumbling into an alchove on some god forsaken roof. Hands fumbling to turn off his comms. Absolutely not. They could NOT hear him like this.

Panting into hands pressed tight over his own mouth to stiffle the sound he wants to make. Beg and demand that magnificent heat go FASTER. Plunge him DEEPER. But he CANT. Because there's no one there. Just him and the slowly increasing pressure in his balls, begging for relief.

Then, like prayers answered, it DOES. He could WEEP. Can't stop the aborted jerks of his hips as he chases his relief. Soon is trembling like the virgin he ISNT anymore as he spills into... into SOMEONE.

They take it so well. So perfectly.

He's RUINED. His hand will never be enough after this. And Tim has no idea.

Sure, he's not stupid. He didn't buy toys the fake cum. (So to be safe plan B it is) But? In the cold like of day? Prooooobably magic sex toys. Eh. It's Gotham. Not the weirdest thing to happen. Tim's keeping them.

And using them.

Thus begins the "phantom lover" incident, as Bruce will insist on calling it. Because "we were haunted by random fuckings" sounds... unprofessional. And he's a Dramatic Bitch at heart.

Damian, obviously, told NO ONE. Patrol? Utterly normal. Mind you business. But Bruce? Uncomfortable conversations for EVERYBODY~☆

See, Tim has a long day. His new camera isn't gonna be in for a WEEK. There is no point in going out. So his evening stretchs long and empty before him. Which... SPEAKING of things both long and things empty... >.>

He remembers. There was an absolute UNIT that he bought. It also has that base... which mean he could put it on the sex pillow. Try riding it... oh he's GOTTA, now.

Lucky for Bruce, he's not even in the cave when it hits. Unluckily, it is a cock teasing hell. Nothing to hold. No body to press close. No skin to run his hands across or ears to whisper filthy praise. So TIGHT. Fluttering and fighting to take him. Sinking little by little. Can't even HEAR him praising them. He can't even distract them, rub their clit and sooth them as muscles relax.

Can't hold them by the hips and work them up and down. They way he knows will work best. At angles that will make them SOB. Just nothing, nothing, nothing. Trembling and eager around him but so SLOW. Pausing again and again to adjust. Can't thrust in, can't pull out, only TAKE it. Let himself be teased.

But OH. When they finally, FINALLY get a rythme? He knows they can hear a word he says. Not yet. But the FILTH he growls. The audacity of what they're doing. He's GOING to find them. Going to pin them done and-

Tim spend the next day sore, but happy. Definitely not an "every day" sort of toy, but holy shit the orgasm. He hasn't slept this well in a WHILE. Though... when he wakes up? The Bats are acting weird. Violent, hyper-focused, seemly shaking down leads with a single minded enthusiasm. Weird.

Speaking OFF. Now he's wondering... does the possibly fake cum... TASTE like real cum?

One way to find out.

And... look. Dick may have been warned, but it's one thing to hypothetically get your bits milked dry and another to be doubled over seeing the face of god. He would gladly kill a man for the ability to grab hold of whoever is doing this and ram home. The mouth on him is a thing of wonder and it keeps TEASING the tip. They keep running soft, pampered, little hands up and down his length. God he wants them to feel him in their GUT. Fuck their face and their ass and any OTHER holes they have til everything is sloppy and wet and-

Yep! From the tast flooding Tim's mouth, that's real cum. Good his he got his shot. But it begs the question... whoms't exactly is he fucking? Tim's not sure he's comfortable with random hook ups. What if, Gods forbid, it linked him to the JOKER or something!? He'd have to blow up the city and everyone in it.

He considers this as he resumes his sta- he means, BIRD watching. Newly be-camera-d. Weirdly enough, now Nightwing is acting off too. What is going ON? Also... he could of SWORN he saw the Red Hood a second ago. Did he leave? Aaw D:>

.....what's that sound?

*boss music starts playing* That would be the Red Hood. Owner of the mythical Common Sense gene. HE immediately phoned a friend! And by THAT we mean he beamed up to The Watchtower to get poked at by magic users until he had a scanner.

Beep beep, mother fucker. You have explaining to do.

OR, counter argument.... Tim makes a run for it. Doesn't GET far. But he Sure Did Try! Jason is unamused. Consent is sexy, kids. And he has the gun to explain that. But! TIM has the panic babbling to explain his horny stupidity and innocence.

Fair enough. He's confiscating them though. If you get horny, just fucking ask.

Wait.... really? Does Jason really mean that?

And... two things. Cute Horny Idiot knows his identity. And.... he never said HE wasn't also apparently a horny idiot. Sure, why the fuck not.

He confiscate the magic contraband... then bends that twink in HALF. Comms off, back into it. Tim can barely breathe, pressed down so tightly to the bed as his guts get re-arranged, callused hands holding his legs spread, his childhood hero rumbling FILTH into his ear as hips snap against his, again and again and AGAIN. The world is hot and fuzzy around the edges and... AND-!

Jason's pretty damn smug that HES not only the one who found mystery twink, but them fucked him incoherent. He seriously considers just... not saying anything. Whoops! Nothing to find here folks. To bad the Watchtower is a fuckin snitch.

So obviously Bruce finds out. And wants to "talk to him". Which inevitably ends with Tim, pressed close to his front, held still as he "fucks him properly". Which as far a Tim is concerned is a god damned excuse to EMPALE him on his monster of a cock. Work it deeper and deeper, all while holding him like a lover, as he absolutely DESTROYS Tim's poor puss. Makes him lose count of how many times he's gotten off. Until everything is too bright and hyper sensitive. Til it's nearly hurting but not quite there and all Tim can think about, as he whimpers and drools, is SLEEP.

Oh... and THEN he wants to talk about how Tim knows their secret identies. Ask him in the morning or Tim WILL cry at you.

He wakes up in Wayne Manor. He did not go to sleep in Wayne Manor. He can't move his lower body with out pain. Bruce is clearly pretending he planned that. Liar.

Then? Karma. His horny chickens come home to roost. Has Bruce introduced you to his sons? This is Dick and Damian. They remember you. And would like a "word".

(The word is sex and they would like it as soon as possible)

👀👀👀!!!!!!!!!!!! a reverse magic sex toy!!!!!!!!!!!!! where tim tortures the other bats by fucking his little pussy with their cocks while they're forced to just suffer and endure it until he's finished. more than once they almost scream from frustration because tim finishes before they do and he pulls them out of his warm, slick little hole. 👀👀👀👀

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coentinim · 23 days

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James' particular tastes

Or, headcanons about introducing JPM to snuff films

18+! Under 18 - bye bye or I will block u

Contains: descriptions of murder (not detailed), snuff film description (not detailed&made up), nsfw content (blowjob, fear kink, JPM is a sadistic voyeur). It's essentially pretty fluffy. Dark&sexual content ahead!

Credit for a lot of ideas to the darling @nahoyasboyfriend (check her acc out or else🔫)

James who is illiterate when it comes to technology, and completely unwilling to learn. You, his modern lover, however, have taken the initiative in making him learn. Of course you can't just show him a smartphone app, as that might scare him away. But the hotel is already full of ancient TVs, so why not start with that? James was not fond of the machines, as the Simpsons or Supersize vs Superskinny were not in his preferred repertoire, so you had to go and buy a variety of VHS tapes for you two to watch.

Of course you start with the classics - a ton of 1920s movies to help ease him into it, then a bunch of classics like Gentlemen prefer blondes or Breakfast at Tiffany's. He enjoys the movie nights you have planned for the two of you - he likes the wine, the sliver of human interaction he so misses, and the glow of the TV reflecting on your face. Seeing how the art of film changes is a nice bonus, he is an intelligent man after all, he can appreciate the evolution of the 10th muse.

After a while, you have the idea to show him a different type of movie; classic horror. He seems to like Psycho or The Shining, but not as much as the romance movies... you thought about showing him more scary and gorey films, such as Saw or Hostel, but you figured he'd get quite bored and disgusted by them. He was a killer himself, those films wouldn't entertain him one bit! The fake blood would seem ridiculous to a man as... experienced as him for sure. You figured he needed the real thing... real blood, real tortured screams, real open flesh!

After digging for a while, you found some real snuff tapes in some obscure horror (gore porn) VHS shop. Nasty, it seemed. All untitled, in black boxes, and you had asked the seller to play a bit of it before buying to check if it was real. And, as someone who dated a serial killer and practicslly lived in a murder hotel, you could tell the recordings were very real. Oh, he would love to see them, you thought. Anything for him! Even illegal murder and torture footage🥰

His pants felt awfully tight at the way she screamed and thrashed. He was an impatient killer, but he always had a fantasy of torturing his victims for hours on end. He rarely had such a privilege, though, as the adrenaline rush was too much of a temptation to really delay taking his victims' lives. He loved to see it on a screen, though. Watching the torment before the woman was shot felt like edging too him.

You expected him to watch the footage with you and tell you about some particularly memorable murder, as talking about it was one of his favourite pastimes. But instead, he just watched one entire tape (about half an hour long, of a woman being slowly tortured with various methods) with a completely straight face, not looking away for a moment.

"Replay it and... yes, here. Kneel, darling, I need you to do something very specific.", he said in a dominant tone, that syrupy voice of his dripping with lust and determination. You obeyed instantly, overjoyed that he seems to really like your gift.

He made you take him in your hands and jerk him - slowly, teasingly, making him groan in desperation. Then he gestured for you to take him in your mouth. You warmed his hard cock, salivating over it, watching as the light from the screen reflected in his wide eyes as he took in the gory scenes before him. He paid you no mind, thrusting up occasionally and making you gag in surprise. You realized he was edging himself to the girl's suffering. The thought of his debauchery was enough to make you wet, and his stiff cock down your throat definitely helped, too.

You knew the footage was ending soon, because he started thrusting into your tight throat aggressively, holding the back of your head and grunting obscenely with every hip movement. The sound of a drill piercing flesh and the woman screaming was blurred out by the noise your pretty little mouth made; all the gags and slurps. Once you heard the gunshot, you felt him finish in your throat. He whined loudly, eyes glued to the screen, as he didn't want to miss anything of the disgusting scene before him. You swallowed all he had to give, like a good darling, and you panted for air clinging to his leg. He really just took you to the sight of a snuff film; it was like porn to him... you were astounded, but positively surprised, because the warmth of his cum in your mouth and the chill of fear from watching the tape made you feel woozy. He pulled you up, so you were kneeling between his legs, hugging his torso, his hands loose around your upper back. He held you so protectively you couldn't believe the disgusting act you just witnessed. Oh, you were so perfect for him!

There were still a few tapes left...

Not tagging anyone bcs I'm ashamed of myself sorry babes! I didn't forget abt you.

#james patrick march #ahs #ahs hotel #american horror story #american horror story hotel #james march #james march x reader #ig #ahs headcanons

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iheartchv · 8 months

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Sunny Day Jack x Reader:

I Never Forgot

What if you were one of the few people who remembered vividly about Sunny Day Jack... even after the whole show seemed to have been forgotten?

☀️Rating: Fluffy

🌈 Part 2 | 🌈 Part 3

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As a child growing up, you watched The SunnyTime Crew Show. You were 3 or 4 years old then, and you would watch every episode whenever they came out. Sure, there were plenty of interesting characters, but one that stood out to you was Sunny Day Jack. The blue haired clown was your favorite, the best friend you always wanted, and you wanted to meet him in person. At the time, money was tight, so that was one crushed childhood dream. The other was when there were no more episodes of The SunnyTime Crew Show being released. You had asked but no answers were given. You cried that one night (a few days after the incident); you felt like you had lost a best friend, and all the drawings and paintings you did hurt your little heart that you put them away in a box of memories. Jack was gone, but not forgotten...

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❤💛💙PRESENT DAY ❤💛💙

You're now at a threft shop, looking for clothes that wouldn't remind you of your ex, Ian. As you picked up some random stuff that fell over, you didn't notice a VCR tape that fell in your basket. As you were checking out, you were about to object to buying it, but decided that it wasn't worth 25 cents over. What could've been on the tape?On it was written '84- Incident'. Bells went off in your head seeing the year... A memory or something was trying to resurface... Borrowing a VCR player, you popped in the tape.

The static on the TV continued for a moment until you heard... a voice... saying,"Hello?" Bells went off in your head again as you stared at the static screen. That voice... it sounded familiar. Just then a shape formed through the jagged lines of the TV screen. It looked... human... And it was coming closer.

"Who... are you?" The voice said. Your heart started to beat faster. You felt like you were in a horror movie. You wanted to back up and run away, but you were frozen with fear. Your chest tightened as your flight or fight response kicked in. "You seem nice... Do you want to be my friend?"

The figure then... came through the screen as if it was climbing through a window. You wanted to scream but it was stuck in your throat. You choked on it. The figure then stood... they were tall. The scream then finally made its way out of your lungs as you bumped into the coffee table.

"Oh, gosh. Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you, Sunspot." the figure said in a concerned tone.

Sunspot? You remembered... him always calling you Sunspot... As your eyes adjusted to the dimness of your living room, you could see that he (you assumed) had... blue hair? You also caught glimpses of his primary colored clothes... A memory was triggered. Everything was put together like a puzzle. No... this couldn't be?

"Jack... Sunny Day Jack?"

"You... know me?" He looked surprised.

"Yeah... I used to watch your show all the time as a kid. But... how... why...?" You had so many questions that you wanted answered. You were a ball of wound up emotions right now. You didn't know what to feel right now.

Jack cleared his throat, trying to change the subject to something simpler. "I'm sorry for bring rude, but I didn't get your name..." he said with a small chuckle and a smile.

"It's... y/n."

"Y/n. That's a nice name. Do you want to be my new best friend, Sunspot?"

He reached his hand out toward you for a handshake. At this moment, you strangely felt like a kid again. You were meeting Sunny Day Jack... in person (or the closest thing, at least). His cheery voice drew you in, like it did those many years ago. You took his hand in a firm handshake. "Sure." That was the last thing you remember before blacking out.

Been working on this idea for a couple of days, and I plan on writing a few more parts to this c: I also don't know if anything like this has already been written, but here it is nonetheless. I really hope you all in the SDJ fandom enjoys~☁️🌈☀️

#sdj jack #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sdj #sunny day jack #sunny day jack x reader #sdjxreader #somethings wrong with sunny day jack fandom #sdj fandom #i cant wait for the full game #this is basically based on what lore i know

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migueloharaslave · 3 months

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A Date With Miguel on Valentines day.

You hummed as you sat down on your bed, putting your phone on the charger as you tucked yourself under the sheets, sitting up as you reached over to grab your book. You opened to the last page you were reading from and continued to read from there. Tonight was one of those good nights where you had a self care day, gotten everything done before bed, today was just amazing.

Suddenly, Miguel walked in, with a heart-shaped box of chocolates. He walked up to you, getting down on his knees, looking up at you. "Mi amor.."

"Yes?" You bookmarked your spot and smiled as you sat your book aside. Looking down at Miguel as you brought your hand over and gently played with his hair.

"Will you be my valentine?" He whispered, placing the chocolates down on the bed, leaning into your touch.

"Of course! Even though we've been together for almost three years.. Yes." You joked as you watched as he stood up, kissing you gently.

"Maybe next time, I'll get you a diamond ring." Miguel whispered against your lips as he gave you one last deep kiss before walking around and sitting down on the bed next to you.

"Did you have a good day at work, baby?" You hummed as you opened the box and popped one of the chocolates in your mouth and then offered him one.

"Yeah.." Miguel let you put the chocolate in his mouth and he ate it, "It was just tiring.. The only good part of my day is coming home to you. Well, tomorrow I'm gonna be off of work. I also got us a reservation at this aquarium restaurant. I know you've recently been into the marine life, so I did that for you.

"Aww! Thank you, I can't wait. I love you so much.. I can't wait for our wedding day. You treat me so well." You smiled at him as you leaned in and pecked a kiss on his lips.

"No, you treat me so well. All of the love you give me, I can't handle it all. You're too good for me, I want to be a better person for you, my love." Miguel whispered against your lips.

"Babe, you're already enough for me. I couldn't ask for anything more but the love you give me. I feel like the most luckiest girl in the world, I get treated like a princess, I get to go shopping whenever I want, I have a handsome, sweet boyfriend.. God there's nothing more I could ask for." You placed your hands on the side of his face, gently running your thumb against his cheek. "I love you, to the moon and back. I'll always love you."

Miguel stared into your eyes, "I-.. I love you too, so very much. I can't explain my love for you, my love for you is bigger than this whole galaxy combined. I love you far more than the moon and back, I love you to the next galaxy and back. I don't wanna lose you, you're the perfect woman for me. So stunning, you have the sweetest smile, the most cutest voice, the most beautiful eyes.. and the most biggest heart. I love you. Please, have me as your future husband."

You tilted your head as you listened to his words, a soft giggle escaping from his lips. "My oh my.." You shook your head, rolling your eyes playfully. "Yes, I would have you. You seem like the perfect father for my kids anyways. I love you. It's clear we both love each other so dearly." You hummed as you ate one of the chocolates. "Mm, these are so good!"

"Figured you'll like something as sweet as you." Miguel smirked, leaning in and pecking small kisses on your neck.

You giggled in response, "Stopp.. You play too much. Go get washed up, I'll give you a nice massage when you come back, okay?"

"Yes ma'am." Miguel smiled, getting out of the bed before stretching and walking off to the bathroom, showering himself. After a good 10 minutes of washing, he came back to the room with a towel wrapped around his waist which made you blush and look off to the side. "What's wrong?" He mumbled, taking off the towel and slipping on some boxers. "You look so nervous? After all the times you seen it, you still get nervous." He chuckled.

"Its.. I was just looking at something, no one was even worried about you." You huffed.

"Uh-huh. I saw you looking at me, pervert." Miguel joked, putting his towel away before sitting down on the bed.

"What!? Pervert? I.. No I'm not." You furrowed your brows as you threw a pillow at him. "As if.. I'm not that focused on your damn body.." You grabbed your book and opened it.

"Mhm.. Whatever you say baby." Miguel caught the pillow, then laid down on the bed, putting the pillow behind him. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, putting on the news. "Wow.. there's so many criminals here in this city. Hopefully that new hero guy gets rid of em."

"Yeah, hopefully he does." You tilted your head at the TV as you watched a news recording of the way the new 'spiderman' guy swung from building to building. "I bumped into him once.. Something about him seemed to familiar, I don't know what. He just.. He was really sweet, though." You mumbled.

"Are you telling me that you have a crush on him?" Miguel raised an eyebrowbrow at you as he scooted closer to you.

"Heavens no, I wouldn't dare to look at another man.. he just, was so interesting. I just wish I knew who he was, I just felt like I knew him."

Miguel looked off to the side, biting his lip, maybe it was a bad idea for him to talk to you while he was doing his other job. "Well. Any ideas who he could be?"

You shook your head, "No.." You sighed softly, laying down and resting your head in his lap. "Miguel.." You looked up at him. "Do you think we're together in every universe?"

Miguel looked down at your, gently running his hand up and down against your arm. "Yeah. Why wouldn't we be? We're perfect for each other."

You giggled softly and nodded your head, continuing to watch the news with him. You felt yourself grow tired, so you fell asleep right there in his lap.

In the morning, you woke up to the sun shining in your face, you sat up and saw the bed empty. No Miguel, you furrowed your brows as you sat up, stretching out your arms a bit. Suddenly, you heard footsteps towards the room. Miguel held a tray with a heart-shaped themed breakfast,

"Good morning, darlin'. I've made you breakfast." He walked over and sat it down on your lap. "Fruits, egg, your favorite waffles, sausage, and for the desert, me." He leaned in and pressed a kiss on your lips.

You smiled, you tasted the faint taste of candy on his lips, he most likely used some of your flavored chapstick. "Thank you baby, I love it so much. But, no one eats desert early in the morning.."

"Well, they may not.. but today I will." Miguel leaned in and gently kissed your neck."I love you, baby."

"Mm, I love you too." You hummed as he kissed your neck, looking up at him as he pulled away. You watched as he sat down at the edge of the bed, stretching his muscles. "Aww, baby. You look so tense." Your eyes stared at his back, looking at those strong, broad shoulds.. and the muscles that popped out of his back.

"No, don't worry about me." Miguel crawled onto the bed next to you, sitting up next to you, he laid his back against the headboard, pulling you in with a arm as he turned on the TV.

"I can't help but worry, baby.. You're my boyfriend,I have to care." You huffed softly picking up a fork and starting to eat your food. "Mm.. This taste so good." You hummed, picking up one of the fruits and making a airplane sound before flying it up to his mouth.

Miguel rolled his eyes playfully before eating the fruit, and then kissing your cheek.

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A couple of hours later, you and Miguel were at the restaurant. You looked around in awe as you saw all of the tropical fish swimming around, there was one tank of jellyfish and you gasped and went over to it. "Omg, Miguel look!" You called out to him.

Miguel was texting on his phone before looking up and walking over to you , "Wow.. Beautiful, ain't it? Lemme get a picture, baby." Miguel whispered. Backing away a bit, holding up his phone. He watched as you started to pose, snapping photos each time you posed. "God you're beautiful.. Look this way, baby." Migurl snapped a couple of more pictures of you, before smiling and walking up to you. He showed you the pictures he took, and he did a great job. He caught every good angle, and even captured the bow that was on your dress.

"Okay, send me those." You hummed, looking up at him as you took his phone. "C'mon, lemme take some pictures of you!" You grinned.

Miguel furrowed his brows, "Babe I-" You cut him off before he could say anything else, "Miguel, please?" You gave him doe eyes and he couldn't say no to that face of yours.

He just sighed and posed, just like you instructed him to and after yall finish taking pictures, your waiter to you over to a spot that was sorta like a private room, away from everyone else.

In the room was a glass wall that showed the wildlife swimming around, you even saw two seahorses with their tangled tales looking as if they were dancing with one another, deeply in love. Miguel pulled out a chair for you, and you sat down in it, smiling up at him as you watched him go over and sit down himself. "You're so beautiful." He whispered in admiration, looking at all of your features. He loves your eyes, your nose, your lips, your hair, everything about you he was just obsessed with.

"And you're handsome." You responded, tilting your head as you looked at him before turning away and looking at the fishes swimming around. "Thank you for bringing me here, I really like it."

"I'm glad you do, baby. You deserve every last drop of goodness within this world, God i couldn't imagine my life without seeing your beautiful face." Miguel chuckled, looking up as the waiter gave you two a menu and soon asked for the drinks you wanted and left again. You and Miguel started looking through the menu, you hummed as you looked through it occasionally glancing up at Miguel. "I want the Alfredo broccoli pasta with the garlic chicken." You hummed.

"Anything else you want?" Miguel asked, cocking his eyebrow at you. He knew you definitely wanted one of the deserts because you were a fan when it came to Sweets.

"And the extra chocolate lava cake." You batted your lashes at him, as you sat the menu down.

"Whatever you want, I'll pay for it." Miguel smiled at you, reaching his hand over and taking your hand into his as he leaned over, pecking a kiss on the back of your hand.

You looked at him with loving eyes, smiling bashfully as he kissed your hand. "I love you." You whispered, looking up at him. "I love you so much." You repeated more clearly.

"I love you more." Miguel whispered, dragging his thumb across the back of your hand. The waiter soon came back with your drinks, taking your orders before picking up the menu and leaving.

You looked over at one of the fishes as it was all alone while all of the others had friends and lovers, it was swimming alone by itself. "Aww, look at that red fish. It's lonely." You spoke in a sad tone, you felt empathy for the fish. You were a emotional person, so there was no doubt your emotions for things felt strong. "I feel so bad for it. He's all alone.." You whispered.

Miguel looked over, watching the fish just as you did, but before you knew it another fish came along and started swimming with the fish. "Look at that, he wasn't alone."

"Yeah, he wasn't.." You whispered, looking up at Miguel.

"That kind of reminds me of when we first met. I was lonely, but then when you came around suddenly my life was brighter. I am so much happier now that I'm with you, you're everything I've ever wanted." Miguel hummed. You and Miguel locked eyes for a good seven minutes until the waiter came back with your food.

You smiled as you started to eat, sharing some of your food with Miguel. "Oh my good.. everything tastes delicious." You licked your lips and looked up at Miguel, watching as he took a bite out of his food and then sipped his drink.

After you two finished your filling meal you walked out of the restaurant, clinging onto his arm as he walked over to his car and opening the door for you. You got in and slipped on your seatbelt before waiting for him. Miguel soon got into the car, starting up the car and leaning back as he started to drive. As you two started to cruise home, you felt his veins hand land on your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze as your date came to an end.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel ohara fluff

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inkelea · 11 months

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the smell of sadness! ✭

pairing: yang jeongin x gn!reader

synopsis: you spend recess time alone until a cute boy from your class saves you with candy.

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff (?), high school au.

warnings: no use of y/n.

word count: 0.4k

a/n: honestly this is really short and kinda wrote it for myself because I’ve been kinda down recently and I love candies sooo. I hope this helps you if you’re also having a hard time.

salty tears cover your cheeks, hands cover the latter, and your jacket protects your figure from the cold. the wind makes the tears slide over to your palms, you couldn’t care less though.

the hall is empty, everyone being at the cafeteria or in the yards. it honestly is a beautiful day, the city full of petrichor and young couples running around pretending they’re in a romcom.

it was at times like these, when you felt lonely. the problem wasn’t even about being single, but about being friendless. it was an odd feeling, you do have friends, but they’ve always felt more of acquaintances than loved ones you’d share the good and the bad with. and another tear goes down.

you can hear screams and laughs outside, and it only makes your mood worsen up a bit. it goes like that for minutes, your head resting in the lockers, hands closed in fists and eyes shut, ears attentive to the multiple sounds around you. that is, until you hear shoes squeak right at your side. you don’t bother looking up, you could recognize those sneakers anywhere.

“hi.”

“hi jeongin.”

he crouches down and sits with you, but your head stays straight. you’re being rude, you’re aware of it and he doesn’t deserve it, he’s a nice classmate and a caring person, but honestly, you were way too tired to keep up with the whole, ‘are you okay’ ‘yeah yeah’ conversation.

“want some?” he pulls a full candy box in front of you. that makes you look up.

“where did you get all this?”

“my mom knows the candy shop owner near our house, she pulled some strings.”

a smile tugs at your lips and you finally look at him. his hair is slightly curly due to the rain. his clothes are all soaking wet but he holds a smile as warm as a bonfire. you look down at his box and quickly take one of the red licorice twists that there are. you practically eat all of it in one bite.

his laughs mixed with gasps in between make you laugh too, and soon enough your laughs fill the whole hallway.

he takes the resting red licorice twist and holds it alongside yours as if they were goblets. a quick laugh comes out of you and you toast with him. your short twist crashing with his untouched one.

before you know it, he’s getting closer to you, head resting next to yours and phone in hand. sneakers signed by the whole class tapping the floor. maybe a new friend wouldn’t hurt.

#stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz scenarios #yang jeongin x reader #jeongin x reader #i.n x reader #yang jeongin fluff #i.n fluff #jeongin fluff #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #inkelea

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copperbadge · 5 months

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Well, the plan for NaClYoHo today was to go back into the storage locker, get out the plant pots that I'd stashed in there, and bring them in so that I could do some new planting. I had to kill off most of my plants when the gnats got into them, and the easiest way was simply to dump them, pots and all, into a trash bag and throw them out; none of the pots were very valuable, and I managed to save the plants I cared about by tossing the rest. The pots I'd put into storage about a year ago will be handy in rebuilding the garden.

But I'd been holding off on new planting because I wanted to be absolutely positive I was gnat-free and not giving them a new place to nest first, and this morning I caught a gnat in the kitchen. The rule I made was seven days with no live gnats buzzing around me and no dead ones in the traps I have out, so

[ID: An image of Idris Elba from Pacific Rim; he looks up dramatically as he says, in caption, "Reset the clock!"]

Fuckin' kaiju.

Anyway, one of the big decisions I made was to do away with one of the cat trees and replace it with a breakfast table (hence the stool shopping yesterday, I wanted a tall cafe table with a bar chair) and since I managed to get those purchased, I figured I'd dismantle the cat tree and move it out before the furniture arrived. It took a remarkably long time, so it's most of the work I'll be doing today, cleaning-wise.

[ID: A photo looking down into a large cardboard box; filling the box are several worn-out scratching posts and a handful of fabric-covered platforms from the disassembled cat tree.]

Polk came out to inspect the empty space where their tree used to be and complain loudly, but she wasn't using it and neither was Dearborn and it was shedding twine and catnip everywhere. I got them a new scratching post and they'll like putting their butts all over my breakfast table, it'll be fine.

I believe I did this last year, but if not I'm making it a tradition starting this year, that the last day in November is always reserved for setting up the Christmas tree and breaking out the decorations. I'm not a big Christmas guy and I don't have a lot of decor, but I like hanging ornaments on the tree, most of which have sentimental meaning, and it's a nice way to transition from November Busy Cleaning Hurry Month to Stay Inside With Blankets Because It's December.

There's still a bunch to do on my "Cleaning" list, but I got a lot done, so I'm giving myself a break and working on the rest over time. I hope you all have a good last few days and that you feel good about what you've accomplished!

#naclyoho #national clean your home month

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angelsanarchy · 7 months

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Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 2

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink @ajmiila02 @liquidsmoothdomme

Oystein sat at his normal table and gave Hammed a wave. He had spent so much time in the Kebob shop that he had establish his "regular" order. The staff knew him and he was always respectful to them even when his friends came in. He brought in business so they weren't complaining at the interesting clientele. Y/n had run through the back of the kitchen with a flash causing Oystein to look up from his magazine.

"I'm sorry I'm late! I got a flat!" She threw on her apron receiving minimal backlash from Hammed as he gestured to Oystein sitting at his table. She smiled but rolled her eyes at him as he gave her a cheeky smirk before going back to his magazine. He waited a bit longer than he normally did for his food but once it was ready Y/n carried it out and placed it in front of him.

"Thank you. I'm in need of sustenance." Oystein pushed his magazine to the side and practically ate through the wrapper. Something immediately tasted off making him chew slower.

"Oh no did Hammed switch shit up again?" Oystein asked with a mouthful of food.

"Nope but I did. I figured you might enjoy this more." Y/n shifted on her feet menacingly. Oystein looked at her and than back at his sandwich.

"I'm afraid to ask...you didn't poison me did you?" He asked making her laugh.

"No of course not. Flesh is edible." He froze. His jaw went slack and he lifted his gaze from the sandwich back to her. She held a very evil smile across her lips, hands tucked behind her back.

"Fle-" Oystein tried to repeat.

"Of course. You said you were a lot more like your stage name than I had guessed. I figured you would appreciate it instead of the normal lamb that Hammed serves." Oystein spit out the food on his tray and saw that it was raw. She laughed out loud watching him swish soda around in his mouth before spitting it out, also on the tray.

"Hey! I have to clean those!" She whined. Oystein nodded his head and tossed the raw meat at her making her mouth drop.

"You did not just throw that at me." She stood in awe.

"Better on you than in your mouth." He argued. She picked up the sandwich bits and tossed them in his lap, making him grab her by the back of her apron as she tried to escape and put the raw meat in her face.

"Oystein! Stop it! Oh gross!" She put her hands up trying to fight his grip but he persisted.

"It wasn't a very nice joke! You should apologize or at least eat some yourself." Hammed came to the counter hearing the commotion and whistled.

"Ey! Enough rough housing. Y/n back to work! Oystein, why's food on the floor?" Hammed asked annoyed.

"She started it Hammed." Oystein held his hands up and she gave him a shove making him plop down into his chair.

"Sorry Hammed. I will get him a new one." She stuck her tongue out at him and he smiled watching her walk back into the kitchen. Oystein shook his head and tried not to laugh out loud at the exchange but once she finished making his order again, she walked it out with a new drink in her hand.

"Hammed said I have to apologize for my behavior so this is me apologizing by not flipping your hair and calling you a demon poser." She mocked.

"Do you guys have a suggestion box?" Oystein asked. She rolled her eyes and pointed to the box on the counter top.

"Good luck with that. I'm the only one who reads them." She sat his drink down.

"I have a drink-"

"Yeah but you kind of wasted it on the tray. This one is on me." She took the gross tray off the table and slid the new one towards him.

"You didn't spit in it, did you?" He asked making her smirk.

"No I didn't spit in it." She kicked his boot lightly and he shrugged.

"That's too bad." He teased taking a sip. She shook her head at him and turned on her heel.

"Enjoy your food Oystein." He watched her walk away once more and enjoyed the swaying of her hips. He knew it was a bad idea to objectify her while she was working because she was the only female that worked there and he wasn't trying to get kicked out but damn if she didn't make it difficult. He made sure to leave a slip of paper in the Suggestion box in front of her before he left and she smiled at him. She made a mental note to read what he wrote at the end of her shift.

#Film: Lords of Chaos #R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/N #One Shot Series #Alkaline series #Alkaline #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #2/35

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writingseaslugs · 1 year

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Scarabia: Pocky Game

Did y’all know that Scarabia and Heartslabyul are actually the two hardest dorms for me to write for? I just don’t simp hardcore for anyone in the dorm, so it’s sometimes hard for me to write them. With that being said, I apologize if any of my works including those two dorms fall a bit flat. I hope this is still enjoyable for you guys!

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Scarabia: Pocky Game

Apparently, no matter what world you end up in, there will always be some delicious biscuit coated in chocolate that comes in a stick form. You discovered it one lovely day when shopping for some snacks at Sam’s, and the moment you noticed them, you grabbed several boxes. They were a delicious treat, but there was something else you wanted to do with them. You chuckled as you got home, putting the bag down and grabbing your phone, messaging a certain someone if they wanted to hang out and have snacks.

“Hey, henchman!” Grim said, crawling onto the counter and going through the bags of snacks and other miscellaneous groceries you two needed for the week, “Did you get my tuna?” he said before pulling out a box of pocky, “Oh, what's this?”

“They’re pocky, and you’re not allowed to eat them all. I bought plenty of boxes. You can have one, but the rest are mine.” You said, knowing that Grim would certainly steal more than one box. He opened it up and took a bite, humming at the taste before going to scarf the entire box down. You just sighed, shaking your head in disappointment. He went to snag another box, and you didn’t have the heart to stop him.

You felt your phone buzzing and checked it, seeing you got confirmation for snacks and chill. You chuckled, grabbing two boxes and stashing them in your coat pocket as you started to get ready to head out, “Grim, I’m heading out. Please unload the groceries…your tuna is in one of the bags.” You said, gesturing to the small pile. Grim perked up, deciding to just tear through them until he got what he wanted.

“Whatever you say, henchman!” Grim said, not bothering to ask where you’re going.

“Aaaaaaand?” You trailed off, wanting him to give you a proper answer.

“I’ll do the groceries…” Grim said, and you hummed another ‘and?’ at him. “Aaaaaand thank you for the tuna,” he finally said. With that, you grabbed your house keys and began making your way over to Scarabia.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim met you right at the doors of Scarabia, more than happy to see you. His bright smile was contagious as he ran over and took your hand in his own, “Hello!” Kalim said a bit louder than necessary.

“Hello Sunshine, you ready to get snacking?” You asked, showing him one of the boxes you had hidden in your pockets. Kalim perked up at seeing the snack and nodded.

“I am, I even asked Jamil to make a few other snacks for us to enjoy.” Kalim said, dragging you through the dorm over to his room. Now you felt a bit bad for Jamil, and was mentally promising to do something nice for him. After all, this was your idea and you should’ve figured that Kalim would’ve asked for Jamil to make more treats.

When you arrived in his room you could see a few finger foods on trays surrounding the small coffee table he had. He brought you over to the couch and sat down beside you, “So you said this was a snack similar to ones you had in your home world?” Kalim asked, taking the snack you offered him and looking it over

“Yup, they were popular amongst certain groups of people. There was even a country that had a day dedicated to them…well not like a national holiday but it was one of those things…it’s hard to explain.” You trailed off at the end as you tried thinking of the best way to explain that in your world, just about every day of the year was dedicated to something. You bet Kalim would’ve loved that as an excuse to celebrate every single day.

“That’s so cool!” Kalim said while opening the box and trying one of them, “They’re really simple, but yummy!”

“Yup, there’s even a game that’s dedicated to them.” You explained the game really fast and Kalim looked like a star struck puppy. He quickly put one in his mouth and offered you the other end. You chuckled and played along, putting the other end of the stick in your mouth. You nibbled on it until you felt his lips against your own. He pulled away too quickly though, making you pout.

That’s when you noticed another stick in his mouth, “We playing again?” You asked and heard Kalim hum. You chuckled and played again, loving how soft his lips were whenever they were against your own. Pocky after pocky, you two continued to play, until Kalim stopped and suddenly became quiet.

“Something wrong, sunshine?” You asked, wondering if he now felt awkward.

“Can I just kiss you?” He asked, making your eyes widen. You felt suddenly hot and you hoped your blush wasn’t visible. You nodded and this time his lips crashed into yours in an enthusiastic liplock. His lips molding against yours as he licked at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You opened your mouth for him, shivering as his tongue pressed against your mouth.

When his lips finally parted you wanted to drag him back in for another series of breathless kisses. “You know, you taste way sweeter than those pocky.” He laughed, playing with the edge of your sleeve. You swear this boy was trying to kill you.

Jamil Viper

You made your way through the Scarabia dorm, before hearing your phone buzz again. When you checked you could see Jamil’s name on the screen. It was a simple text that just said “kitchen” in it. You chuckled as you followed through the hallways and eventually came to the Scarabia kitchen.

Sure enough, Jamil was cooking something up; probably requested by Kalim. “Hey stranger.” You said, walking into the kitchen and checking over everything. It smelled amazing, as per usual, and you felt your mouth watering at all the spices he was using.

“Ah, you’re here…sorry, Kalim suddenly asked if I could make him a snack.” Jamil said and you raised an eyebrow.

“This looks to be more than a simple snack.” You pointed out, looking at everything he was making. Jamil hummed, taking something off the stove top and placing it on a plate to cool off so it wouldn’t get burned.

“He wanted a falafel, so I made some for us as well.” Jamil explained, “I’ll be right back, I’m going to take some to him. You can meet me in my room, alright?” he said and you nodded. He handed you a plate as well to take with you. You knew the dorm well enough from your stay there that finding his room was easy.

It was unlocked and you sat down on his bed with the plate next to you. Soon, Jamil was walking in and sighing as he closed and locked the door behind him, clearly not waiting to be bothered again. You could see some homework on his desk that was only halfway finished; probably something he was working on before having to cook.

“You’re as busy as ever, I see.” You teased as you pulled out your own box of snacks. You shook the contents as Jamil walked over and took it. He looked over the label curiously before opening the box and taking one out.

“This is a common snack in your world?” he asked before biting into one.

“Yup, there was even a game we played with them.” You said and Jamil waited for you to quickly explain.

“A kissing game?” He concluded and you nodded, “Is this why you brought them over here?”

“Perhaps…only if you wanted to play.” You said, hoping he would. You waited awkwardly for a moment before he grabbed one of the sticks and placed one end at your lips. You took the stick and waited a second more for him to take the other end. Once he did, you made quick work of nibbling on the end until you could feel his lips against your own.

You thought he’d pull away, but he lingered for a moment and placed his hand on the back of your head, keeping you in place as his lips molded against your own. You hummed in satisfaction, loving how soft and warm they were as you returned the kiss. When he began to pull away, you wouldn’t admit it, but you did have a pout on your lips.

“You know, you don’t have to make up a game to kiss me, you could’ve just asked.” he teased, a smirk placed on his face. You felt your heart beating fast at that, your face slowly getting warmer.

“W-wait I didn’t make it up! It’s an actual thing!” You whined and Jamil chuckled.

“Sure it is, now let’s enjoy these falafels before they grow too cold. You can kiss me more later.”

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Over The Odds | Outside

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 1.4k

Drabble 9 - You run into a familiar face at the supermarket

warnings: swearing, self-loathing

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Jungkook: I need to see you

Jungkook: Please talk to me Y/N

Jungkook: I’m so sorry that this has happened

Jungkook: You moved out of you apartment?

Jungkook: Where are you? Please call me

Jungkook: I miss you

You haven’t seen Jungkook for two weeks now, you’ve been sleeping in Jimin’s bed every night crying yourself to sleep as you scroll through the endless sea of articles and posts about the video leak. Jimin’s tried to put you on a phone ban, he thinks that torturing yourself the way you are is unhealthy and is only making things worse. He’s not wrong, you know you shouldn’t be Googling yourself every hour and reading each and every post that pops up but for whatever reason you can’t help it.

According to one of the many articles you’ve read Jungkook’s legal team are working tirelessly to find the source of the leak and have managed to get the original video taken down – of course people have saved and shared it on numerous websites by now, it’s still out there and probably always will be. You figure you can’t hide underneath Jimin’s bedsheets forever and that’s what’s lead you here, the local supermarket, at almost nine pm, even if you are wearing a black cap and face mask to try and conceal your identity from the public.

You’re standing in the queue with a basket full of snacks and a box of tampons when a familiar voice drags you from your thoughts, as well as a large palm resting on your shoulder.

“Y/N?” His voice is quiet and surprised.

Turning round you sigh with relief as soon as you register that you know this person, and that it’s not Jungkook. “Hey Taehyung.” You offer a small smile, though it can’t be seen through the fabric of your face covering.

“What are-, where have you-,” Taehyung’s tripping over his words, he’s holding two protein shakes and a few bars, you figure he’s just left the gym judging from his damp grey workout clothes, “How are you?” He asks with genuine concern, his big brown eyes swimming in sympathy.

“Fine.” Is the only word you manage to choke out, “How did you know it was me?”

“I recognised your bag.”

Note to self, change bag.

“Ah.” You nod as you move further down the checkout line, “Makes sense.”

There’s a brief pause while Taehyung internally battles with what to say, eventually going with, “He didn’t leak the video Y/N, his camera was stolen.”

“Not now Tae, I don’t wanna talk about this.” You’re putting your snacks and feminine products onto the conveyer belt, trying your god damn hardest not to crumble in front of his best friend.

“Don’t worry I’ll get those,” Taehyung adds his shopping to your pile and steps in front of you, red credit card in hand. “I don’t know if you know this but I got the original video taken down, the police are currently trying to trace the IP address it came from.”

“Thanks.” You mumble, feeling guilty for acting this way with him when he’s being nothing but nice to you. He’s a good person and whether you want to admit it or not you’ve missed his company, “How have you been?”

“Tired, but I’m okay,” Tae smiles reassuringly before his face drops, “He’s in a bad way though… He misses you.”

“So he keeps telling me.”

“You’ve spoken to him?” A flicker of hope brightens Taehyung’s features.

“No, he keeps texting and calling me but… I don’t want to talk to him.” And you mean that, the last time you saw him you were screaming at him for leaking the video – something everybody but you is adamant he didn’t do.

At this his best friend nods slowly, “Why haven’t you blocked his number then?”

“I-,” You open your mouth to speak but no words come out, why haven’t you blocked his number? You’re frowning, visibly confused, “I-, I don’t know.”

“Y/N…” Taehyung’s usually sharp features soften, “I promise you he didn’t do this.”

You sigh, tears beginning to cloud your vision, “If he didn’t then who did?”

“I’m working on it.”

“—Do you guys need a bag?” The male cashier asks lazily, presumably sick of his retail job, he’s looking between you waiting for an answer when suddenly a realisation dawns on him, “Holy shit, you’re that girl! The girl on the video!”

“Mhm.” You uncomfortably shift in place.

“Oh. So not only do you have a dead-end job that barely pays your rent but you’re a pervert as well!” Taehyung’s voice is loud, loud enough for you to freeze on the spot. He’s usually such a bubbly personality, you’ve never heard him call anybody out like this. “Fucking asshole. Who gave you the right to—"

“Taehyung it’s fine.”

“Nah it’s not fine Y/N,” Tae waves off you words as he chuckles humourlessly to himself, the young man staring at him with wide eyes, “You’re lucky there’s a security camera up there.” He points to the ceiling.

“Can we have a bag?” You cut Taehyung’s threat short, dumbfounded that he’s even making threats in the first place.

“Yeah, uh-, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just well, yknow you’re famous. I’m sorry.”

“Just scan our shit and stop talking.” Tae bites, aggressively throwing everything into the bag once he’s begrudgingly paid for it, “I’m so sorry Y/N, I should go back and take that guys jaw for a walk.” He says to you as you both walk out of the supermarket, he’s swinging the bag of snacks with each step, only to be seen by two camera men who are waiting outside.

“Y/N! Y/N over here! Any comments on the leak?”

“Can you confirm if yours and Jungkook’s relationship was a façade?”

“Y/N any plans to release any more adult content? You’ve got a lot of fans!”

“Where’s Jungkook?”

You pull your cap further down your face in a final attempt to conceal your teary eyes, this is exactly why you haven’t been leaving the house. Naively you thought the buzz surrounding this story would’ve died down by now, but no, you can’t even buy snacks and tampons in peace without somebody recognising you from that god damn video.

“Come on I’ll give you a ride.” Taehyung rushes you into his silver Audi, closing the passenger door behind you, “Leave your cap on they’re still here.”

As tears cascade down your cheeks at a rather impressive speed, Taehyung drives off equally as fast. His profile is set rock solid, you know he’s angry and truthfully so are you, you just want this to stop. It’s when you remove your cap and messily wipe away your tears that he glances in your direction with an sympathetic look.

“Are you staying at Jimin’s place?”

“Yeah, I got kicked out my apartment so...” You exhale, looking at the quiet road ahead of you, “Thanks Taehyung.”

“No need to thank me,” He changes gear, “Even if you’re not my best friend’s girlfriend anymore you’re still my friend. I’ve always got your back.”

“Thank you.” You say quietly, stomach flipping with regret as it dawns on you that he’s right – you’re not Jungkook’s girlfriend anymore.

“And if you need any legal help, when we find out who did this… I’ve got you, okay?”

You take a beat before you muster up the courage to ask what’s really on your mind, “How bad is he?”

Tae looks in your direction for a brief moment, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, “He’s a mess. He’s hired three private investigators to get to the bottom of this, I’ve never seen him like this.”

“Do you think I should call him?”

“I know it would mean a lot to him if you did.”

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kalims-pessimist-bestie · 2 years

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⚠️NSFW⚠️ Beauty and the Beast // VilxTomboyFem!Reader

CW: Red String Soulmate AU, fluff to smut

TW: some degradation, mention of crocs, umm s3x

He was the epitome of beauty, of grace, of all things gorgeous. His hair, skin, nails, everything was perfect. He is Vil Schoenheit. A very talented actor, the cameras were always on him. However, none of the photos and tabloids could show the red string tied on his finger. No one else could see it but him.

Well, and her. She had the same red string attached to her finger. He was walking through a busy shopping center, accompanied by Rook. Nothing was out of the ordinary until the other end of the string bumped straight into him.

"Hey, watch it," she spoke quite rudely to him.

"Watch your mouth," he spoke back. He was so confused why she didn't continue to argue with him, that was until he saw that she was looking intensely at his hand. And then he saw hers. In her face she was stunning, but that was where the beauty seems to end. Her hair was unstyled in the most unsavory low ponytail, and she was wearing worn out sweatpants and a hoodie. He might've been able to look past it if she hadn't chosen Crocs for her footwear as well.

"Oh fuck no. There is no way I'm spending my life attached to a pompous prick like you!" The girl desperately tried to pull the string off. It was no use.

"Well, I'm not interested in being attached to someone with such a lack of respect for yourself! You probably use 3-in-1 shampoo!"

"And so what if I do! At least I'm saving money instead of wasting hundreds hair masks and dumb, perfumey face stuff!"

"Well at least I don't look like I woke up in a cardboard box!"

"A t least I don't look like I cry when hair falls out in the shower!"

"That's it!" Vil grabbed the girls hand. "If we're going to be attached like this, I'm going to make sure that you look the part. You're about to be my prettiest accessory whether you like it or not."

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After hours of trecking from store to store, Vil and the girl finally reached a peace offering and bought her some clothes that were comfy, functional, and cute. Rook was gushing about how gorgeous "Mademoiselle Soulmate" looked in her new duds.

"This is exhausting, can we get some pizza or something?" Vil was appalled at the question.

"And ruin your diet day one? Absolutely not."

"You know you're not the boss of me, we're attached but I can still move freely without you."

"There's no way I am letting you eat mall garbage for food. You're coming back with me and I will make us a healthy dinner instead."

"Geez at least ask me out before you take me on a date. Do you even know my name?"

"Rook?" Vil called for his companion.

"Her name is Y/N L/N. From _____. Right/Left hand dominant."

"Thank you, Rook. Alright then Y/N. Let's go on a date where I make you good food." She wanted to complain, but she just stood there flabbergasted, wondering how Rook figured that out.

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Back at Vil's house, Y/N met his other roommate, Epel. The two got along super well. He was pretty, but he was an absolute gremlin. He made quite the scene during dinner.

"Vil, why can't you make us real food?" he whined.

"Complaining isn't pretty, Epel."

"Alright, but guess what is." Epel smirked and then let out on of the loudest belches she had ever heard. Vil's face went pale and he looked to you like he was about to apologize.

"Good one, lemme try!" and she followed suit, topping Epel's by a long shot. The color returned to Vil's face, but only out of anger.

"You two must learn some table manners! That was horrendous and I will never cook for you again if you don't stop this."

"Okay." Epel and Y/N looked at each other, then began to compete for who could burp louder. Vil was bursting at the seams.

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"You are absolutely the most frustrating people I've ever had to deal with!" Vil had escorted Y/N to a guest room after dinner, then began to scold, lecture, and yell at her. "You are beautiful! Your skin is flawless, you have a very nice body under all those baggy clothes, I'm sure. Even your hair is gorgeous! Why won't you take care of yourself?!"

"I just don't see a need to. I'm comfy and content." She began to walk closer to the tall man. "But next time you wanna ask me out and compliment me, do it without insulting my constant being."

"You are incredibly frustrating," he cupped her face with his soft hands. "You're almost perfect, and you're stuck as my red-stringed soulmate. I just want you to look as perfect as you are." He leaned down and kissed her, both of their eyes fluttered closed as they melted into a frustrated kiss.

"This doesn't mean I'm happy about this arrangement," she pulled back briefly to speak, but immediately went back into the kiss. Vil began to walk her back into a wall, never breaking apart. He was enveloped by the taste of her.

"Jump." He said it so sternly. It was a command and she jumped right away, into his arms as they continued to makeout passionately. The muffled moans escaping her mouth turned Vil on more and more. Their bodies began to lightly grind against each other's. He carried Y/N over to the bed and laid her down. He wrapped his finger around the hem of her shorts.

"May I?" he looked at her with a gentle kindness she hadn't seen all day.

"Of course." He immediately began to remove her clothes, tossing them to the side. His hands danced along her skin, making her shiver. His hands played with her breasts as his face made its way down to your panties. He placed a small kiss on the fabric before stripping the underwear away. His hands unclasped her bra and his hands came down to your thighs. With a light squeeze, he spread her legs apart and placed feather-light kisses on her region. The small moans escaping her lips were like music to Vil's ears. She placed her hands in his hair as encouragement and he began to lick at her clit. It must've felt lovely by the way she began to pull his hair a little bit. Her hips bucked up into his face and he began dipping his tongue into her. He had to hold her thighs to keep her from squirming all over the place. The moans she let out began to get louder and louder. Vil didn't care if his roommates heard. He wanted to hear all of her.

"Turn around. I want you to bend over for me," he commanded when he was satisfied with his work down below. She did as he said, whimpering at the lack of feeling in her. He grabbed her ponytail harshly. "It's okay, love, I'll make sure to let you finish."

"I didn't know I needed your permission," she said smugly. That smug smile was wiped from her face with one harsh pull to the hair. Vil let go to undress himself. He always thought he was the most perfect person in the world, but with how you looked right now, ass in the air, begging waiting for him? You were for sure the most fair of them all.

"I don't want you back talking me, alright?" He said as he positioned himself outside of Y/N, his tip just lightly grazing the hole.

"Then hurry up and fuck me, Vil!" She shouted. She was so desperate for him. He slapped her on the ass and thrusted in slowly.

"Mind your manners, whore." He began to thrust in and out of her, the pace quickening with every noise she made. He spanked her again and went back to holding her by the ponytail. His thrusts became aggressive and hard, and his cock hit every spot inside of her. He was fucking her like a common slut, and she loved every second of it. One of his hands reached down and began fingering her sensitive clit, adding more and more sensation. She was being fucked silly, her tongue hanging out with no control.

"You'll cum when I say you can, alright?" he commanded her. He pulled hard on her ponytail and the thrusts started getting sloppy. Her moans had become screams with delight as she was holding onto her orgasm. Vil's breaths were less controlled and he moaned as he released everything into her.

"You've been good, so cum for me sweetheart." Those words released a violent orgasm. She squirmed underneath him unable to compose herself as she fell to the mattress below her.

"I'm probably going to need a bath, Vil. My legs are sore."

"Can you say please?"

"Go fuck yourself, then me again later."

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theladysherlock · 25 days

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talk shop tuesday! incredible coincidence - i wanted to ask you more about your dnd OCs, and you posted a new art piece with one of them! continuing the theme: could you tell more about your dnd OCs and how they came to be?

Ohhhh you have opened Pandora's Box my friend!! I could talk about this topic all day.

Basically there's two parts to this: my approach to DnD in general, and in-depth explanations of the characters. I'm going to put this under a Read More to save everyone's Dash.

Part One: Dungeons and Dragons

So the thing I love most about DnD (and other TTRPGs) is that it's a collaborative game. I'm not responsible for the entirety of the story, I bring my character to the table and everyone else brings their characters and between us, the DM, and the dice, we figure out where the story is going. I enjoy it so much more than trying to come up with everything on my own. And I love that people can surprise me!! @mothmansbigfatass and @ahawkmet (my irl friends and in most of the campaigns I play) can attest, apparently I'm a lot of fun to watch during revelations because I always have a big reaction.

So when making a dnd character, it's important for me to know 1. What the world we'll be playing in is like, and 2. What everyone else is doing. Again, it's a collaborative game, so I want to make sure that I'm playing nice with the DM's world. AND often the setting itself will give me an idea (see Ethan: the game is set at a community college. What's a college stereotype that would be fun to play?). Ideally, the character I make would have a really hard time being plopped into a different campaign and have it still make sense. Secondly, it's more fun for me to play a class that will fill out the party. For example, if we already have a cleric, I don't also need to play a religious character. Those story beats are covered by someone else, I don't want to be competing with another person for cool moments.

Once those two things are settled, character creation is determined by what seems fun to play and what would be interesting aesthetically. I like to keep the backstory light to see what happens as we start playing, and then I can fill it in bit by bit later. Sometimes that bites me in the ass, though (see Ethan: I didn't give him birth parents and then they were incredibly important to the plot). I tend to have a general idea about who they are and what they're like, and then I always get surprised by what they actually end up acting like once we start playing. It's fun for me to figure them out along the way!

The last thing I wanna say about DnD (for now) is that I love everyone else's characters just as much. I just draw mine more because, well, they're mine. I feel weird putting their guys in situations and guessing how they'd react because they aren't my little guys. I much prefer working collaboratively with the other players (like an RP thread) to just writing a story on my own.

Part Two: Ethan

Where to even start with my boy. A bunch of my work friends got together to start a DnD game, and I hadn't played with most of them before so I wasn't sure what to expect. I also did not think the game would last very long, since most campaigns tend to fizzle out after a few sessions. So I made kind of a joke character with extremely little backstory: He's a half-orc, since I hadn't played that race before, he's a bard who is the captain of the local community college's Improv Team, he's "the kind of guy to play wonderwall at a party but you're not mad about it", and I said he's adopted by two men, neither of whom were his biological parents, and he wasn't particularly interested in tracking down his bio parents. This last point is for two reasons: one, I was trying to avoid just duplicating a Dimension 20's Gorgug, a half-orc who was adopted by gnomes and spent the whole first season trying to find his dad; and two, I was pushing an "Adopted parents are not less than biological parents" agenda.

My DM took this personally (affectionate). First session, I was given a clue about his birth parents' identities. From then on, Ethan was dragged kicking and screaming into being the unofficial main character of the campaign. His mom was one of our favorite NPCs, a kickass pirate with a truly tragic backstory who would always jump to help us out of a scrape. His biological dad was the human embodiment of Pride who had took on the form of Fantasy Harrison Ford and was an extremely famous actor in-world. Our BBEG was his uncle, the embodiment of Greed. Every plot point became very personal and it was a lot of fun. I also loved putting him through the wringer, so between me and the DM the poor guy couldn't catch a break.

Part of the dice telling the story, I rolled so bad all the time when I played Ethan. It didn't matter which dice I used, I just rolled really bad, which was not something that normally happened with me. So that was fun to incorporate into his character as we played-- he was insecure about his own abilities compared to the extremely powerful characters he was surrounded by (we had a 20 ft Earth Titan who was an extremely powerful Druid, Emeshka you will always be famous). So he became a more three-dimensional and actualized character the more we played.

He's extremely easy to put in situations and his character design is pretty solid, so I end up drawing him the most. My perfect little guy.

(Anything about him I've tagged either "Ethan" or "Big Yarr Energy" if you want to find more)

Part Three: Mina

After the campaign with Ethan wrapped up, we started a new one in a Cthulhu-inspired setting. My goal with making Mina was to do as close to a 180 as I could from Ethan. While Ethan was a friendly and charming but bad at most things, Mina is a competent and intelligent Druid who's blunt and overworked and doesn't quite know how to meaningfully engage with her party members (but she tries, bless her). Druid was one of the classes I hadn't played yet and I've been making my way through the list of available classes. The One-With-Nature stuff isn't super interesting to me as a player, but I found a homebrew subclass that was based more in Big Cities and as an Architecture Nerd that was much more my speed. Also, I hadn't played an Aasimar before, so that seemed like fun. From all that, I pulled together her whole deal: She was from a bloodline of guardian angels who were sent to protect different villages and towns, and she's gone from her mother's small town to being the guardian of a city of several million people and it's overwhelming. She's lonely and she's jaded and she's got severe Gifted Kid Syndrome and she's got her head on a swivel to make sure her party members are okay even if they don't like her very much and I love her.

I didn't give her a lot of tragic backstory because there are a lot of us playing and I wanted to have a character who could push the plot forward with her actions, instead of having a "now let's stop and talk about my life!!" moment every session that seemed to happen with Ethan. Give everyone else some time to have cool moments, you know? And by GOD are there some cool moments. My fellow players are so good at making compelling characters. Ask @mothmansbigfatass about Nelly if you get a chance.

We're still playing this campaign, although we're nearing the end of it. There's still space for some big moments for Mina in the game, though I'm hoping our DM lets me save hers for last. She's the kind of character to make sure everyone else is okay before taking care of herself, so it feels appropriate. I'm excited to see where Mina ends up. She's definitely a character I'll go back and write/draw a lot afterwards, though. Part of being in a group this size means there's a lot of stuff that just won't get covered. I'll have a lot of material to play with for my own work once we get to the next campaign.

(Anything about Mina I've tagged either "Mina" or "Cthulhu Crimes" if you want to find more)

Part Four: Jess

Jess is a character that isn't from DnD but is a TTRPG character of mine, and I like her so I'm going to talk about her too. Jess is a cautionary tale in Knowing Your Audience.

Jess is from a different group of players than Ethan and Mina. Our DM for that game is notorious for wanting to give us Big, Shonen-Style fight scenes and an insane level of power creep. Character interactions are fine, but his true passion is making us look like Goku.

Jess was... not built to look like Goku. In this world you could identify different types of magic users by their focus, and I wanted her whole schtick to be about deception. She looked like a wizard when she was actually a monk, she looked like a dumb blonde girl when she was extremely smart and good at stealing things, she's a dancer but her primary fighting style was based on capoeira, etc. Also part of why Jess sticks with me as a favorite character is the way I had her powers work was so fun and visually interesting that I haven't been able to shake it. Basically her superpower was that she could snatch bits of other people's powers and use them herself, and you could tell which ones she had because they would fill out spectral stained glass wings with specific colors.

Jess was (and still is, frankly) too complicated for the game our DM wanted to run. Immediately any hope of her being a chronic liar was dashed as her powers did not manifest in a way that could possibly pass off as being a wizard. So instead of being sneaky, Jess became very angry. She was quick to point out injustices in the world we were in. She beat up creeps, she yelled at bigots, she stole powers from macho superheroes trying to one-up her. She had to get a lot less complicated for the story we were in, but the complicated version of her still lives in my head and I like to see what she's up to from time to time.

(I don't think I have anything tagged for Jess, unfortunately)

TL; DR:

TTRPG characters are fun because they let me do my favorite thing creatively, which is bounce ideas off of other people. I typically design them based on the setting, party needs, character tropes that I think are interesting, and just general vibes. Most importantly, though, I don't have a fleshed out character without the input of the other players.

#talk shop Tuesday #good LORD that's a lot of words #I'm incapable of shutting up it seems. ah well #I can tell more stories about them though. I should bring back the story times #I think the last one I posted was over a year ago #ANYWAY thank you for the ask!

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HAPPY VALENTINES!!!! could you write a fluffy wendy fic where reader just spoils her in cute gifts?? i love your works!

Wendyxfemdreader

Genre:fluff

Warnings: none

Tysm anonie!! I'm so happy you love my works🥹🩵🩵

★ Eversince you and wendy had been engaged you couldn't shake off your habit of buying her tons of gifts, even she had to find ways to store her things because all of those were from you and she couldn't even store them properly as they were a lot.

It was finally christmas once again and you had decided to give her nothing else but gifts and love, walking into the giant mall going from stall to stall just to get her anything she would love and deserve, you always had to force her friends irene, seulgi, joy, and yeri just to help you with buying for wendy.

Even they were always having fun since you had always gave them something in return as an appreciation for the they have gave to you, as for the last and final shop you and the girls had decided to purchase a full collection of designer bags from chanel, louis vitton, and all the high end brands you could think of.

This was only a little amount for you, it only seemed like cute little presents that were just nothing but a spare change in your wallet, but to her it was more than that she felt like you only prioritized giving her gifts instead of giving her actual affection.

So this time you really took priority on focusing more on giving cuddles and kisses rather than just spoiling her with lots of luxurious gifts she wouldn't even dare to use because it has a sentimental value towards her.

"Thank you ladies, I appreciate the help once again, I have to go now I hope you ladies enjoy your gifts." All the girls nodded happily, joy smiled widely, "Thank you y/n! Happy holidays," they waved their goodbyes and went about their days, you waved back and got out of the mall as you drove back home.

You opened the door seeing wendy watching tv as she is laying down on the couch, she turned her head, her eyes widening in happiness as she immediately ran to hug you tight, the small girl embracing your stoic figure.

"baby I missrd you! Where have you been all day.. you didn't respond to all my calls and text-" you shushed her with your finger, "hush my darling, do not worry for I have been out with your friends for some shopping." Wendy frowned, "did you go shopping without me?" "Yes but please sit down dear I have much to show you."

You both sat down with a smile painted both on your faces, you carried a humongous box infront of her and let her open the box, as she was unwrapping the box barely reaching the top as her small figure was struggling to reach, you lifted her up making it easier for her.

She gasped in awe and excitement as there was many wrapped boxes of gifts stacked and labeled each, you let her relax as you took out all of the gifts she watched patiently, "Why so much baby? you know that I already have three rooms filled with so much presents from you" "anything for my princess, and besides gifts is the one of the things I will be giving you." "Those that mean I'm getting something else other than just materials?"

You smiled, scooping her into your arms not wasting a single second into taking her in your bedroom laying her down ever so lightly, she smiled pecking your lips which you gave back in return. "My princess let's spend this special holiday with love and joy."

And so you attacked her... With lots of smooches! All over her face and neck which made the small girl giggle in joy feeling ticklish of your lips, "Hehe oh my baby so much kisses! It tickles!!" She giggled out loud like a kid healing her inner childhood, she didn't receive much attention back when she was just a child since her parents had to work hard just to keep a roof over their heads.

"I know I've been very materialistic towards you instead of being affectionate, I'm very disappointed in myself that's why let's keep it nice and simple this year.." Wendy held your face as she looked deep into your eyes, "even if you've given me so much already?" She jokingly said which made you laugh.

Enjoying this warm special moment of embracing each other warmly, seizing the moment filled with warmth and happiness. Wendy nuzzled close up against the crook of your neck humming a beautiful melody.

"anything else you'd like to do this Christmas my princess? more hugs? Cuddles? Smooches? You name it my love." "How about a kiss?" You nodded with a smile pulling her in for a kiss, the kiss turning into something more as the night comes.

-wendyslegalwife🩵🩵

#red velvet #wlw #wendyxfemreader #wendy red velvet #fem reader

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