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fire-lizard-ro · 2 days

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Smol snippet because the angst hit me all of a sudden.

CW: mentions of death, mental fucking breakdown djxkd-, grief, angst, Sunday is sad :’’’’)), 2.0-2.1 spoilers.

(Disclaimer with a 2.2 trailer/livestream spoiler: I’m aware that she isn’t actually dead, but this is made in mind with Sunday who doesn’t know that.)

No mentioned gender for reader.

Writing under the cut (SFW):

“My baby, my baby. You’re my baby say it to me.”

Cradled in your arms he cannot even cry. He feels empty and lost. Sunday… what use is the name Sunday if there is no Robin to call after him? He failed her. Her, the one who shone so brightly in his life.

He can remember every birthday, every scrape, every “good morning” and “good night”. He can remember every “I love you”. Thinking about these memories, holding that light cone with a moment in time held so dear trapped within it’s frame- It fills the emptiness with something.

Sunday tightens his grip on you, fingers twisting in the back of your shirt as a silent sob wracks his body.

Anguish.

That is the name of the emotion that colors his empty insides with dark and dreary hues of blues and blacks; his heart with the color of life as it bleeds in her absence.

You pet the back of his head, holding him back just as tightly as he finally allows himself to fall apart in only the company of solitude and you. The seraph finally allows his wings to rest. The figurehead finally takes off the perfect mask.

“Why did it have to be her?” He can’t understand how this happened. How could his lovely, perfect sister be gone?

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, Sunday,” is all you can say. But that much is enough. He lets his tears wet your shoulder as he hides away from the reality of her death and the world. He’s grateful you’re here at least. In the back of his mind that’s fracturing and breaking to pieces, he wonders what he’d do if he didn’t even have you to hold him together. Would he fall apart? Lose himself entirely?

A dash of gratitude and love colors his bleakness in a splash of warm pinks and oranges- Like the sunset he watched with you in the dreamscape not too long ago.

She was everything before he met you. Being the older brother, she was like his first child. He can remember looking at her tiny, chubby face when she was still too young to talk, and thinking- “This is my baby sister.” He was supposed to take care of her- protect her.

Thinking of how someone killed her in cold blood and made those starlight eyes close forever… Deep reds formed.

Anger.

He would force the criminal into the light and bring about retribution for their evil.

“Will you help me?”

He asked, eyes almost manic and wings spread; looking almost like an angry, vengeful fallen angel in that moment.

You took his hand and he smiled, leaning down to kiss the hand that accepted his.

“Thank you, my love.”

I wanted to include how every older sibling’s first child is their baby sibling, lololol. And just. I can’t imagine how much grief he had to have been going through. OTL

I might edit this or add to it later this was just a blurb I wrote in like five minutes-

#roro writes #roro talks #gn reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x gn reader #hsr x gn reader #hsr sunday x reader #sunday x reader

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l3viat8an · 9 months

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idk if it’s just me but ANGRY SEX omfg like imagine they just get so angry they HAVE to pound the shit out of you 🤭🤭 - 🪰

Nsfw

I got like 9 asks about angry / rough sex in like an hour the other day from different anons are y’all okay? Just horny?

CW: angry / rough-ish sex, afab! reader, pick your boy cuz I couldn’t lmao

You don’t even remember what the fight was about…did you even have an argument?…Your mind is too fuzzy to think straight…..

Not right now anyway, not while he has you pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist…not while he’s pounding into you so roughly, all you can do is moan and claw at his shirt trying to ground yourself.

Hell he’d practically ripped off, mumbling about getting them out of his way. Not that you care right now-

Your too busy moaning, whining with every movement of his hips, every slide of his cock in and out of your poor abused cunt….

His fingers digging into you ass so hard you’ll definitely have little bruises tomorrow. All while he keeps nipping and sucking at your neck, making sure to mark you as his even when he’s angry. Especially when he’s angry

Only pausing to whisper degrading words right in your ear, mocking you for letting him fuck you like this even after you said you were mad at him, even after yelling at each other….calling you a whore, his whore and asking if you knew you’d end up like this?

You both knew you’ll always end up like this-

Your eyes fall closed as you moan louder….begging for more…until you let out a surprised gasp as he pulls you away from the wall, your arms tightening around his shoulders at the sudden shift and now he’s using his grip on your ass to bounce you on his cock, chuckling at your startled expression.

You can only whine louder and hold on tighter as he uses you as a little fuck toy……you’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so fucking good-

Maybe you really did deserve the way he mocked you-

His cock keeps hitting your sweet spot inside you just perfectly~

Hearing him groan in your ear as you cum around his cock.

Seeing that damn smirk on his face when your walls keep spasming around his cock, as if you still want more even deeper inside, and he taunts you by calling you a slut….his slut as he moves, dropping you on bed.

Pushing you down as he trusts into you again, moving his hips faster and faster until he’s pounding into you again….until he’s cumming…..moaning your name as he stuffs your poor little cunt with his sticky cum….

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wintfleur · 2 months

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thinking about Daryl Dixon dating a book worm girly . . . they would meet on the Greene farm. She was a good friend of Hershel’s son Shawn, and stayed and lived with the family when the outbreak started. She would spend most of her time with Hershel and Beth or with her face in a book . . . she would like to be alone a lot, having her own spot on the farm away from the house where she could peacefully read and not have to worry about interacting with anyone, a spot that used to be her and Shawn’s . . . also a spot where Daryl decides to set up his own small camp away from everyone . . . well everyone but her. He would be hesitant at first to approach her when he gets back from another search for Sofia, seeing her leaning up against a tree with a thick book in her lap. He’d seen her around a few times in the short amount of time he’s been at the farm, only with Beth or Hershel. He’d ask her what she wants, assuming that she was waiting for him. She’d apologize, saying that she just wanted to be away from everyone, and surprising the both of them he said with a grunt she could stay as long as she didn’t touch his shit or start reading aloud. And for the first time he sees a small smile on her lips . . . but it was quickly covered when she lifted her book up from her lap.

Time-skip to after the farm falls and before they find the prison. They would become closer . . . well as close as two antisocial and closed off people could get. It was more like they found comfort in each other’s silent presence. She was so good at being quiet and finding her way around in the woods that she would often join daryl tracking/hunting. The first time daryl sees her smile since the farm is when he gives her a book he found in the trunk of an abandoned car. Since she couldn’t carry a bunch of books since they were traveling, every time she was done with a book he’d try and search for another to switch it with . . . would let her quietly mumble about the book she was reading when she couldn’t sleep and he was on watch. Would walk next to her as she walks n reads, making sure she wouldn’t trip.

When they make it to the prison, he’d bring her back multiple books whenever he goes out looking for supplies, and over time the small desk she had in her cell was cluttered with books . . . all from daryl. He would let her ramble about her books whenever they were on watch in the watch tower, him standing up and looking out while she comfortably sat on the floor with her book. He’d realize his feelings for her at the strange and unfamiliar feeling he felt in his chest as he watched her read a book to Carl and Beth who was holding Judith.

Time-skip to when they are now together, he would come back late from his shift at the look out tower in the prison and would check on her in there cell, expecting to see her sleeping since it was late . . . Instead she was curled up in her bed, technically now there bed, reading with a lit candle next to her. Not wanting to sleep without him by her side . . . and wanting to also finish another chapter. Whenever daryl would wake up from a nightmare she would quietly read to him, taking him out of his tortured mind and into the lovely world of her book. Whenever she was too focused on a book he’d surprise her with a kiss on her cheek or lips . . . completely stealing her attention. All she would have to do is bat her eyelashes and say please and daryl would fold . . . reading to her when she’s to tired to read herself, she feels so safe and warm when she’s in his arms as she listens to him read to her . . . he always kisses her forehead when he notices she fell asleep, tucking her bookmark a few pages back, knowing that she probably wouldn’t remember the last few pages he read to her.

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( take this as my application to write for twd !!! I wrote this in 20 minutes at 1am, soo it’s probably not the best I just couldn’t sleep without getting this written down. Please let me know if I should continue writing for twd . . . I’m currently rewatching the show and my love for daryl just grows stronger !!! Again please let me know what you guys think, don’t be a silent reader <333 )

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pedriscroquettes · 4 months

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𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 • RORO RIQUELME

summary. your brother’s annoying teammate is hard to resist when he shows off his tattoos.

warnings. smut, oral (fem receiving), weed, alcohol, and griezmann!reader.

a/n. finally wrote for my starboy. based off trust by bad gyal!

ever since you moved to madrid over ten years ago the city had managed to take you by surprise every one of those years. this year was no exception due to the high heat every day. it was a wonder you hadn’t run back home to france already. and somehow your brother had managed to throw a successful pool party with all of his teammates showing up. unfortunately, he had decided to host it in your house claiming that you had a better pool when in reality he just didn’t wanna deal with the aftermath.

you close the book you’re trying to read but you can’t make it past the first page as the sun blazes on your skin. beads of sweat form on your body for the simply act of sitting outside. you just hope that in this misery you can’t at least get a good tan. although, that thought doesn’t last long as you’re soon drenched in your own margarita. the cold drink making your exposed skin shiver. you look up locking eyes with the culprit. roro approaches you slowly with an unbuttoned t-shirt, exposing his hidden tattoos.

“shit. don’t tell antoine.” he picks up the football not even offering an apology.

“is he that scary?” you tease him.

“no he isn’t but your tantrums are.” he smirks at his words.

you look up at him making sure to cover your eyes from the sun in the process. his sudden change in demeanor interests you and you find yourself drawn to him. he’s always tried his best to get under your skin despite knowing who your brother was. he didn’t care and you admired that. carefully you place your hand on his chest slowly dragging it down until it’s placed on his rib cage tattoo.

“i’d be careful if i were you, roro. don’t forget who my brother is. better put that mouth to better use.” you offer him a smile.

“doesn’t it suck?” he places his hand on top you’re stopping it from wandering off even lower. “being second to your brother always? you can’t even threaten me without bringing him up because in reality no one cares about you. some people don’t even know you exist.”

this time you’re the one left speechless and not because of his words, in truth you didn’t care what anyone said about you, but because he’d finally been able to use cruel words to defend himself. he’s always held back never once trying to get into your bad graces. maybe it was the humid weather that made him not care anymore.

the party continued with countless plastic cups being thrown around the yard and countless splashes could be heard one after the other. yet you found yourself analyzing the brunette in the pool. fully shirtless now allowing you a view of his back tattoos. you would’ve never guessed he’d be one to ink himself by the innocent smile he wore everyday.

unbeknownst to you, your actions didn’t go unnoticed. paddy, marco’s wife, had noticed how your eyes kept wandering off to the brunette. she had tried inviting you on a brand trip for the fifth time and you’d changed the subject for a fifth time.

“i mean look at him! everyone thinks he’s this innocent little guy but he isn’t. what an asshole!” you ranted to her as she drank from her mojito.

“fuck him.” she muttered tired of him being the topic of conversation.

“exactly. if only everyone else could see what a horri-”

“no. fuck him.” she rolled her eyes.

“what?” you turned towards her trying to find out the meaning behind her words.

“it’s clear you want to sleep with him and he probably wants to as well. so do it. get it over with! i can’t hear you complain about him one more time.” she sighs.

“you can’t possibly be serious paddy?” you scoff.

“i’m never been so serious about something in my life. i’ve had hate sex with marcos all the time and it’s arguably the best sex i’ve had in my life.” she continues drinking her mojito as if what she had just said was the most normal thing ever.

“do it or some other girl at this party will.” is the last thing she says to you before she wanders off looking for her husband.

the sun is soon replaced by the moon as the hours go on and it seems your brother’s party has only grown in size. you hope your brother is sober enough tomorrow to clean after his mess because you sure wouldn’t be doing anything. your brother is lucky he lives retired from the city so you don’t get any noise complaints as the music blasts through the backyard. it’s the perfect atmosphere for a get together and a perfect atmosphere for paddy’s suggestion.

you carry your drink inside careful to avoid any spillage. you analyze everyone hoping to find the brunette and when you do you head directly towards him with no hesitation. you’re so close to him when you trip, accidentally of course, and your drink lands all over his white button down shirt. you stand up quickly looking quite concerned and confused.

“fuck i didn’t mean to sorry.” you murmur the last bit feigning innocence because you absolutely meant to spill your drink all over him. “you can borrow one of antoine’s shirts.”

“it’s fine.” he mumbles clearly annoyed at what just occurred.

“no, i’ve been mean. it’s the least i could do.” you offer a truce.

he analyzes your face for any hint of malice but doesn’t find any. a part of him wants to take your offer of help but the other part is still hesitant. ultimately he decides he doesn’t want to walk around with a wet and sticky shirt for the rest of the night. he sighs before agreeing. you quickly grab his hand before he can say anything and drag him towards the spare room.

“this one or this one?” you hold up two button downs. one is a bright shade of baby blue and the other a plain white one similar to the one you had ruined.

he chooses the baby blue button down not waiting another minute to change into it. he rushes causing two packets and a heavier material to fall out of his pockets. quickly he tries to retrieve them before you see them but you’re faster. you let out a loud exaggerated gasp at the sight of the pills and vape.

“you? no way.” you almost laugh at how surprising he was. first the tattoos, then the attitude, and now this. he was truly unpredictable. “don’t you have to take doping tests?”

“who do you think gets me cleared before matches?” he asks as he grabs the pills and the vape from your hand. although, you manage to take the vape back noticing what it contained. you inhale.

“my brother.” you exhale causing the smoke to invade his face. “does he give you the weed too?”

“just give it back.” he holds his hand out waiting for you to comply.

you obviously don’t choosing to sit on the bed instead taking another puff. your movements cause your black sarong to move up your legs giving him quite the sight. it was a shame that you were so attractive because you were equally as annoying. and if you weren’t your brother’s sister rodrigo would’ve tried to at least attempt a move on you. but because you were so determined tonight you’d make sure he would.

he walks towards you hoping to take his personal belongings back. after all he’s stronger more agile he should be able to snatch them away from you. but he forgets that you’re faster and every time he tries to reach for them he only ends up dangerously close to your body. you notice he never managed to button up his shirt and his rib cage tattoo is once again exposed to you. you place your hand on it knowing it’s your one chance to get what you want.

“what does it mean?” you look up at his brown eyes finding them already staring right at you.

“what are you doing?” he sighs frustrated at your weird antics.

“nothing.” you answer simply.

there’s a short pause between the two of you with silence filling the air. the two of you are practically chest to chest and you’re so close to getting what you want. what you need. you act first kissing him. after all you could blame it on the drugs in case this ends up being a huge mess. you expect him to pull away but he does the complete opposite grabbing your jaw as he deepens the kiss. they say it’s always the silent ones and he confirms those rumors.

your hands find themselves in his curls tugging on the strands as he leaves wet kisses along your jaw. meanwhile his hand finds it’s way around your throat pulling you closer to him as the two of you roughly kiss. it’s the opposite of gentle, what you enjoy. you gain the confidence to drag your hand down his bare chest all the way to the hem of his shorts when he stops you by grabbing your hand.

“what are you playing at?” he steps away from you. once again analyzing you and your facial expressions trying to figure out why you wanted to sleep with him.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about roro.” you say his nickname so sweetly and somehow also seductively.

“bullshit. one minute you’re threatening me and the next you’re all over me. you couldn’t get anyone else to sleep with you?” he asks in a more serious tone. you enjoy the view of a shirtless heated roro.

“i didn’t want to sleep with anyone else. but if you don’t want to then i’ll guess i’ll have to find someone else.” you begin to stand up.

you’re immediately pushed back down by the midfielder shocked at the force. it somehow turns you on even more.

“then say it.” he demands.

“say what?” you look up at him.

“that you want to fuck me. say it.” he demands once again.

“roro…” you brings your hands up his torso and wrap them around his neck locking eyes with him as you bring him closer to you once again. “i want you to fuck me.”

that’s all it takes to push him off the edge and his lips are once again on yours. the kisses are rough and quick and you find yourself tugging on his bottom lip to provoke him even more. it’s all so sensual like a scene on television. his hands roam your body ultimately landing on your ass as the two of you gravitate towards each other. you can feel his hard on against the fabric of your swimsuit. you’re pretty sure he can feel your growing arousal as he begins to grind himself against your clothed core.

you don’t wait another second in taking off his shirt allowing a perfect view of his forming biceps and his tattoos. it’s almost unfair how long he’s been hiding himself. you’re keen on making sure this happens again. so you proceed to flip the two of you over ending up in his lap. the new angle allowing you to see his face perfectly. you hate how pretty he looks and how he’s basically forbidden fruit. the aching in your core continues to grow and you realize you have to do something about it.

“fuck, roro. touch me.” you practically beg.

you’re answered with a smirk at first but he obliges bringing his hand to your lower body. he’s moving his hand as slowly as possible, teasing you, and you’ve had enough. you placed your hand on top of his dragging it to where you need it the most. he moves your sarong to have better access to your core, taking off the bottom part of your swimsuit in the process. you continue to guide his fingers to your folds.

“fucking hell.” he groans as he feels your wetness.

he starts slowly rubbing circles along your folds which instantly brings you pleasure. his movements cause you to let out loud moans which he quickly tries to silence by kissing you. the last thing he needed was anyone walking in on the two of you. as he kisses you he continues to spread your wetness. he decides that’s enough foreplay and drags one of his fingers towards your hole.

“can i?” he asks you wanting to make sure you’re still okay with what’s going on.

“please.” you murmur.

he enters you slowly making sure you adjust to the intrusion. you cling onto his arms at the new sensation, holding back a moan as he stretches you out. it’s almost embarrassing how much he’s been able to surprise you in the span of a couple of hours. he wraps his arm around your waist to help you adjust and keep you grounded. you reach up for him again kissing him as he begins to pump his finger inside of you. it’s such an intimate moment and he’s been able to comfort you more than any other guy you’ve slept with before.

“fuck, more.” you practically beg.

he obliges inserting another finger instantly groaning at how you clench around him. you squeeze his fingers so tight he swears he could cum in his boxers. the way you look under him doesn’t help him either. he’d always admired you except for your attitude but now that he had you he couldn’t give you up. your moans also encourage him to go faster wanting to pleasure you in the best way possible. he can only think about you right now and the way his fingers feel inside of you.

“so close roro.” you murmur. your nails digging deeper into his biceps.

then out of nowhere the building up orgasm inside you disappears as his fingers leave you. you’re about to yell at him when you see him kneel.

“do you trust me?” he asks suddenly.

“yes.”

his fingers are soon replaced by his tongue. the sight of his curls in between your legs alone make’s your pleasure build up again. as he laps up your juices your fingers find their way into his hair pulling him even closer to your core. it doesn’t take long for the knot in your stomach to unfold and soon you’re orgasming on his tongue.

“what the fuck roro.” you say shocked.

instead of responding he simply kisses you again. it’s quite an intimate moment as he moves the strands of hair from your face. the two of you separate from each other and there’s a comfortable silence between you too. the act is so domestic as the two of you simply stare at each other. unfortunately, it’s interrupted as someone knocks loudly on the door.

“who’s in there? i need a shirt.” antoine slurs.

“shit. shit. shit.” rodrigo steps away from you adjusting his clothes and finally getting his vape.

“hide in the bathroom.” you urge him as you adjust your sarong before heading towards the door.

he doesn’t know why he does it but he pulls you closer by your waist before kissing you one last time before heading for the bathroom. you’re taken aback but can’t help but grin a little at the action. it’s going to take more than your willpower to stop yourself whenever you go to anymore games in the future.

#so… 🧍🏽‍♀️#roro 😊😊😊#rodrigo riquelme smut #rodrigo riquelme x reader #football smut #football imagine #football fic #gabri writes

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 6 months

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i’m going through it rn

WHAT THE FUCKJ

HAD LIEK THREE SEpARATW fRIENDS MESSAGE ME ASKING IF I SIMP FOR THE NmnEW FOX BOY 😭

WHAT IS IT ABOUT ME THAT WOULD IMPLY THAT?????????? ?????? ??, ,??? ? 🤡 IS iT BECAuSRe HR’S A SwINDLER WiTH A fAkE SmILE, IS THAT WhY????????

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #spoilers #Fellow Honest #Ferro Honest #notes from the writing raven #I’M NO LONGER IN MY CAt/DOG BOY ERA #LEAVE ME ALONE 😭#I’m loyal to the first Halloween event boy… Roro-chan/j

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tartppola · 2 years

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he has the most sopping wet pathetic man energy ive ever seen in a character besides dire crowley which obviously means i will latch onto him

#twst #twisted wonderland #doodle bin #jp spoilers #how the fuvk do u write his name in english #roro flamme #im purely guessing #AND ALSO HES VOICED BY HIROSHI KAMIYA #AUUGHH #TWST ARARAGI REAL

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drac0nia · 1 year

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Malleus: h-

Rollo: Every day I go to church just to pray for your downfall.

#incorrect twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst shitpost #twst meme #malleus draconia #rollo flamm #twst masquerade #twst malleus #twst rollo #twst writing #twst headcanons #twst scenarios #twst roro

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lemonofthevalley · 5 months

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joining the war on "characters calling sparrow roro" on the side of "characters calling sparrow roro"

#does this mean anything. idk its almost 11.#dndads #i loooooove writing characters calling sparrow roro (so far it has just been rebecca in an au and grant in this fic im writing rn)#everyone should write a character calling sparrow roro at least once its so fun

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pensat-i-fet · 5 months

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pandoa · 2 years

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I bet roro (that's now his name) is loud like sebek. Also very punchable

"UNHAND ME YOU THING" "bro all I was trying to do was swat a bug?"

"HOW DARE YOU LIKE THOSE FAE!?" ARE YOU NOT A HUMAN!?" "What?? Bro Malleus is like the best fae if you just get to know him-"

"YOU THERE WHATS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND-" [water gun noises] "shut it."

Naw💀💀💀 do you think he would not like water💀 I think he wouldn't it's just a hunch (in notre dame🤭)

he probably does have a booming voice like sebek's (although sebek still takes the cake, no one will ever out-do this man <3) AND YES HIS FACE LOOKS SO PUNCHABLE I WANT TO RESPECTFULLY DECK HIM IN THE FACE FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON

"ALL FAE ARE WRETCHED CREATURES" "dude you're literally blushing at the sight of malleus wtf" "LIES."

NOT THE WATER GUN LMAO- honestly though i think he'd generally be fine with water lol yk with the holy water and baptismal things in Catholicism. but if someone pulled up with a spray bottle and splashed him with it, he'd probably just stand in shock and confusion lol

#pandoa's box #mootuals♫#twst rollo #twst frollo #here roro you want some water for that hellfire?? *aggressively sprays water at him*#i still know nothing about this man lol but these hcs the fandom is making is so fun SKFJBN #we're all just collectively ganging up on this noob #i'd like to write for him tho his fics seem like they would be very interesting lmao #i just want to slander/playfully make fun of him tbh hehe

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blazingphantom · 2 years

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Wendell and Wild writing prompts part 4 We got your back!

Kat was never an easy nut to crack. Especially when it came to no good kids who thought they were being so cool insulting another. These three kids 2 girls 1 boy. Always waited outside the shop she went into. Rustbank had been repaired and was full of life once more. But with that? Came newer kids. Kids from all over the world, mostly. But these guys? They came from the big city. Kat didn't know exactly why, but frankly, didn't care. Weekly, mostly to scavenge up sweets and drawing pads for her newfound friend Raul. And yet, there were always there. Making rude remarks about her fashion- even going so far to insult her skin color. But Kat never reacted angrily, always biting her tongue, and snarking back at them. Relishing in the fact they looked shocked and taken aback. She wasn't some damsel in distress and could easily handle herself. Too her, they weren't even the best at bullying. Always making the same bitchy insults. Both of them making ugly like noises that Kat thought had to be laughing. Well, it was all good. Till one day Kat was walking down the street, donning a ripped black shirt, and long baggy shorts that stopped at her knees. With a silver chain that dangled down from a belt, and it gleamed in the sun's rays. Wearing her famous monster heel boots, but instead of a scowl. A contented expression replaced it. She was still hurting but the aid of her new friends helped her deal with the loss EarPods nestled in her ears comfortably, blasting a song from Bad Brains from her phone. Hands in the shorts pockets, strolling down the pavement. But there they were. Waiting for her, as always. It was no surprise. Mentally Kat scoffed, showing no fear only annoyance and closed the gap between them. Taking out her earpods, and switching off her music. Meeting them head on. It all went good. Until. They said something awful. "No wonder your parents died." That hurt Kat. More than she imagined. She was usually so stoic faced. But this broke her down, breath hitching, tears pricking the corner of her eyes. Clearly content with their accomplishment, they began to torment her some more. This was all too familiar. They reminded her of the kids at the orphanage. Kat pushed them back and fled the scene, almost tripping on the curb as she ran across the road, heading toward the demon's bro's house that was situated in a quiet neighborhood. (They made enough money from the Dream Fair and finally bought their own home) Luckily, she had an extra key and could let herself in.

Once she vanished from sight, they all snickered cruelly. Little did they know two specific people were watching them from beside the building. "I'm gonna kill em-" Wild whisper-yelled irritably too Wendell who had a scowl on his visage, bunching up his hands in fists, about to walk over and beat some sense into the bullies. But was prevented by Wendell who was clutching his wrist. "No Wild- we need a better idea." Wendell reminded him, analyzing the 3 closely. "I got it." A smirk appeared on his angular face. Later that evening. Kat was watching something on TV- nothing too amazing. Just some cartoons. She still hadn't shaken off that remark. It cut her deep like a knife, leaving a mental scar. Looking at the boombox that sat idly on the coffee table. She lifted up her phone checking through messages. One piqued her interest; It was a new text from Siobhan. Heyy Kat! I'm having a party next week! Wanna join? Kat hummed, smiling briefly. Siobahn was really sweet. Parties weren't exactly her forte. But she'd swoop in for a while. Oh sure! Was all she texted, hitting send. When Wild and Wendell got in, they shifted back into their demonic forms. Greeting Kat happily, hugging her tightly. They weren't dumb, they easily caught on something wasn't right. They had seen it go down after all. During dinner that consisted of fish, peas and chips served on a plain china plate. Wendell was making sly conversation. He specialized in being inconspicuous. Asking the usual questions, 'how was your day' ect. Kat just glumly responded, using her fork to poke at the battered fish blankly. "What would you do if the bullies vanished?" Wild suddenly said, and in return Wendell harshly elbowed him. Kat paused and looked up, a frown on her face. "What do you mean?" Wendell cleared his throat awkwardly, giving Wild a glare. "He means- exactly what he said. Like, if they somehow vanished from existence." Wild nodded along, happily shoving the whole piece of fish into his mouth. Kat gave a roll of her eyes at their bumbling. Not in a mean-hearted way, but it always amused her.

"Well, I'd be happy." She told them, eating a few chips. Taking a swig of her water that sat on the mat.

Wendell gave Wild a knowing glance. "We can do something about it." He said, trying to fight back an intruding smirk. Kat huffed clearly not believing them. She would in time though. That night Wendell and Wild got to business. The next day Kat headed down to the town's supermarket, half expecting and half dreading to spot the 3 there leaning against the window. But they weren't. She exhaled quietly with relief. Mirthful that they weren't going to bug her. But something about it, nagged a part of her brain. Making her slightly suspicious. Well, Kat had the right to be suspicious. Because that night Wendell and Wild came clean.

"Okay, I appreciate you two getting rid of them- but where the hell are they?" Kat grunted, folding her arms, glaring at them with a firm glint in her eye. Wild made a face, awkwardly scratching at his arm. Not really wanting to Kat the truth. Wendell who was usually the more honest brother was quiet as well. "You killed them!?" Kat exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. She hated her bullies, but murdering them was too much. Even for her. "N-no we didn't do that!" Wendell squeaked, appalled at such an accusation. "We made them disappear!" Wild butted in a proud grin on his face. Kat paused, frowning to herself. Disappear? What did that mean- Oh. OH. "You- you did that for me?" She murmured out, looking at them with wide eyes. "Uh huh." Wendell and Wild nodded in unison, smiling softly. Kat gave a sudden laugh. "And they're-" "Gone and gone." Wendell informed her with an impish smirk. Making a surprised noise as Kat's arm snaked themselves around his waist, hugging him tightly. He lifted his hand and gently patted her back, consoling her. "No fair- I want a hug!" Wild complained and lumbered over hurriedly, standing behind Wendell and lifting the two in the air in a crushing bear hug. Kat emitted a delighted laugh, her expression bright. It was a lovely sound. And it made the brother's heart swell with merriness and joy. ------------------------------------ "So which one of you vile kids insulted my son's friend?" Buffalo Belzer frowned, an enraged grimace plastered on his facial features. The 3 children trembled with barely contained terror. As they stared up at the goliath overlord. "All of them." Sister Helley spoke up, perched on the giant's shoulder. Leaning against his bearded cheek, arms folded against her chest. "Let's make this a time they'll never forget." The two shared a waggish grin, side-glancing each other.

#wendell and wild #sister helly mom AU #roro this one is for you!#slice of life!#this was fun to write!#the bros being the best #kat's time in the orphanage was awful and has some trauma from it #siobhan is a sweetheart!#thinking if i should this a whole book #afropunk bands #sister helley and BB kick ass

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fire-lizard-ro · 4 months

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More Sunday headcanons:

-His wings flutter sometimes like a bird adjusting its wings

-And sometimes they flutter because he’s happy

-Does the “Guess who?” with you, but you always know who it is because he uses his wings to cover your eyes, chin atop your head.

-This man can purr and coo I don’t make the rules (yes I do- And thank you @pix3lplays for the purring idea your brain is so big-)

-He molts, so his head and wings get very itchy and a bit tender for a bit while shedding his feathers and growing in new ones.

-Help him oil his feathers and preen his wings he loves feeling your fingers gentle running over his wing through the feathers-

-The scritchesssssss-

-Leans into your hand and sometimes falls asleep while you tend to him.

-Please give this boy a smooch on the forehead before taking him to bed or just letting him rest against you.

-Let the man eep.

-Probably likes quality time but is busy a lot, so he tries to spend as much time as possible with you and make up for lost time in other ways.

-HE!!! BRINGS YOU!!! SHINIES!!!

-Pretty necklace he saw that would look good on you or reminded him of you? Brings it.

-You go to the beach (does Penacony have one…?) and he sees seaglass and shells? You are now in possession of seaglass and shells.

-Pretty bracelet with mini stones on it? It’s on your wrist the next day.

-(Probably also has a drawer of shinies- Some of which he decided not to gift you because while it appeals to his instincts, he knows it’s not a typical thing to gift someone. Like shiny, interesting coins and whatnot.)

-(If you ever find this out and tell him you’d like anything he would give you, even odd coins, his heart will melt and he’ll hug you while cuddling into your neck with fluttering wings and purrs and coos.)

#hsr sunday x reader #honkai star rail sunday x reader #sunday x reader #sunday #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #gn reader #hsr x gn reader #honkai star rail x gn reader #honkai star rail #hsr #Roro writes

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l3viat8an · 4 months

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Out of the demon brothers who’s most likely to take playfighting super seriously and who treats it more like a game? or maybe a little sexy ;)

I know I’ve talked about play fighting with the boys before but that was more rambling so I tried to make hcs this time!!

Little bit suggestive in a couple of parts but mostly silly hcs!

Lucifer knows his strength and he’d hate to accidentally hurt you (again) he’s the oldest too so he kinda thinks it’s beneath him 🙄 If it’s more his attention you’re after he’d rather just give you kisses.

That being said; if you can get Lucifer in a really good mood he’ll just chuckle, raising an eyebrow while watching you try to hit his chest. Not like you can actually hurt him- You’ll probably get bored quick and it’s only then that Lucifer moves. Grabbing your waist so he can turn you around and slap your ass- if you say anything he’ll just play it off, saying it’s how he wants to play~

Mammon oh you wanna fight?? Then get ready to fight!! he take it soooo seriously and it’s a good excuse to manhandle you just a little bit!!-

Mammon doesn’t work out for nothing ‘n of course he likes to show off for you! He carries you to your bed and even throws you around a little, laughing the whole time!

He’s fully convinced he’s in a wrestling match and even yells some silly slogan he just made up. Of course he still pays attention to every little thing you do, he’d never forgive himself if he actually hurt you while messing around.

Levi doesn’t really play fight- and if you hit him, he thinks you hate him- he’s more into tickle fights where you’re rolling around tangled up together and laughing!!

Tho there is a chance he’ll randomly bite you, it’s like cuteness aggression takes over and seeing skin = bite you in his head!!! ‘n this could absolutely happen mid tickle-fight!! You’ll feel his teeth nip at your neck / arm / shoulder / wherever he can reach, really. He just likes to bites you. you make him happy? He bites you. It’s simple really. Any excuse is a good excuse to cover you in his bite marks.

Satan also takes it way too seriously- he doesn’t want to hurt you! And he doesn’t really have a good reason for why he takes it so seriously….he just likes to play-fight with you.

You couldn’t beat him in a real fight anyways- but like this he can pretend and let you ‘beat him’ !!There’s also something really hot about the way you pin him to the floor, and smirk down at him while triumphantly shouting “I win.” in that moment all he wants to do is sit up and kiss you-

Asmo the first time he almost cries that you absolutely can’t hit his face!!

But after that he’s a little intrigued, and he can’t lie it is fun to toss you around a bit- ‘n more often then not it’ll turn into something a little hotter~

he’ll looks at you with a little smirk on his face and let you throw a punch or two at him. But before your blows can land you’ll hear Asmo’s little giggle as he grabs your wrists, pulling your hands up to his face and kissing each of your fingers before pulling you into a hug, whispering that if you really want to fight……you’ll have to fight naked~

Beel There’s no way either of them will fight back- even if it’s for a joke he’s too afraid he could to hurt unintentionally.

Beel is too big and worried about his size. He thinks whenever he’s touching you, it should be to make you feel good or make you feel safe. Not to play-fight, but if he ever did try it he’ll probably just kinda poke your cheek or just hold his firsts up while he lets you try and hit him. Don’t worry, your firsts feel more like taps to him.

Belphie loves to tease you, joking that ‘there’s just no way your little human punches would hurt him.’

But he’ll still let you try, his favorite part is when you do hit him and he lets out an involuntary ‘oof’ the huge, goofy, grin on your face almost makes him want to smile too-

He’ll get you back tho!- Belphie will full on tackle you as he starts to tickle you until you have to beg him to stop. But he just laughs tickling you a little longer.

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