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Some of my headcanons for Devil Jin's design:
While I like his current design I've added/changed some things about his appearance in my headcanon, mostly to make him more animalistic:
First of all he still has his fangs!
I have no idea why they didn't give him fangs in the games when it's clearly shown that he has fangs in the TK5 intro. So in my headcanon he still has fangs, all four of them as shown in the intro!
(I also like to think that DJ has venom in his fangs, and since he has 2 pairs of fangs he also have 2 different kinds of venom! One kind to kill and one kind to paralyze/cause pain! That way he can choose between which one to use depending on the situation, he can also use both at the same time for maximum efficiency!)
I've also given him pointed ears!
(I headcanon them as even pointier but this was the best pic I could find...)
As DJ is more animalistic I'd also like to think that he's more animal-like when it comes to expressing himself. He does this by, among other things, using his ears to emphasize his emotions. His ears are more flexible than human ears so he can move them more than a regular person. As DJ prefers nonverbal communication he makes use of body language when he's communicating with his surroundings.
#I think I'm gonna split this into several posts as this would be an extremely long post otherwise#I have a lot of thoughts about the boy and his appearance <3#animalistic DJ is best DJ#I love reading other peoples headcanons so I thought I'd share some of my own ^^#my headcanons#devil jin#tekken#queue#feel free to tell me your own DJ headcanons!
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Ken Wakui knew what he was doing when he said Rindou is the second best boyfriend in Tenjiku.
Hear me out, he's all sharp edges, scathing retorts and LITERALLY DISJOINTS PEOPLE'S BONES. But with you... Those sharp edges melt like chocolate during a hot summer day. Before you two started dating, he would throw giant parties, inviting a whole crowd just for the sake of having you in his living room. And from his DJ booth his eyes would not stop crawling back to you, you know just in case someone tries some funny things.
And when you start dating, well he doesn't need those parties anymore. Because you're there, in his bedroom, even, and he's making you listen to the mix he made thinking about you ( but you would never know that). And he stopped going to school, but the path to that highschool knew his feet each and everyday. And Rindou is a hothead, drinking the risk at its roots, but still makes sure you wear his helmet perfectly before taking you on a ride on his bike.
Rindou's the type of boyfriend to spend money like there's no tomorrow, but the only time of the year when he saves some in when your birthday's near, his best girl deserves the prettiest, shiniest, newest golden necklace around her neck.
Yes, Wakui, you're right, Rindou's such a good boyfrien-
-" Look at you, such a fuckin' slut f'me "
Oh... Yeah aha aha... 👉👈
Human's nature is a second skin, and maybe the rough edges were just covered underneath some cotton candy dreams. Because the night comes, the light leaves, and the purple eyes of Rindou turn indigo under the desire, seeing you in your lingerie all waiting on his bed. Shit, the door wasn't even locked, Ran could've walked in, any of his friend's could've walked in. This thought makes his blood boil.
-" you like it when I fuck you like this, don't you ?"
At some point, everything hurts, the ties around your wrists tying you to his bed, his hand squeezing around your throat, his relentless thrusts abusing your poor pussy like it owned him some money, but again, pain and pleasure come from the same root and you've lost count on how many times you've came around him.
-" Fucking answer me. " His hand around your throat tightened, making your mouth form a perfect O shape. " You like it when my cock's ruining this tight pussy ? "
-" Rin'... Don't... Please don't make me say it !"
Shame laced orgasms were waiting at your door, but he likes it, the idea of corrupting you, you in your short pink skirts and your perfect girl's next door reputation.
-" Oh yeah you do. Baby loves being stuffed like... Shit, like my pretty little whore "
Another harsh thrust of him would have you arching your back, and his other hand would pull your hair back to have you looking at him.
-" Keep those fucking addicting eyes o'mme. Fuck, babe. Can't ya see how this pussy's hugging me ? You're such a slut for me... Only me, yeah ?"
His hand squeezes tighter around your throat, bringing your attention back to him.
-" This " you cried as his finger tapped over your over stimulated cunt. "Sweet thing's only for daddy's cock, hm ?"
Animalistic thrusts, ragging breaths, soul devouring desire, all until you're coming undone under him, and your fucked up face is enough. He barely has the time to withdraw before his cum is all over your breasts, some even reaching the necklace wearing his name around your neck.
Rindou reaches for his phone on the nightstand, while his other finger shoves some of his seeds in your mouth, barely leaving you anytime to protest.
-" Smile f'me, lemme keep your pretty face for when I miss the fuckin' love o'mma life. "
Yes, yes Ken Wakui, you're right. Rindou is the perfect boyfriend.
Keeping the picture of his girlfriend, tied to his bed, coated in his cum, finger shoved deep in her mouth as a lock screen.
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Juno Through The Houses: 💕
Juno In Aries/ Juno In The First House(Men):
+(CamelPhat ft. A*M*E Paradigm(Jake Faust Remix)
+(CamelPhat ft A*M*E paradigm(Tom Hall Remix)
+(Tove Lo - Talking Body(DJ Hasan Remix)
“I Don’t mind begging for you baby, i don’t mind chasing you baby, Please be mine baby”
For women who are attracted to men, or to men who are attracted to men and for the lovely people who don’t represent themselves as either you may find that your true lover is Passionate, Direct, Bold and Blunt as all hell. They are the type to speak what they say into existence and the types to shower you with their desire very early in the courting stage as if they may never see you again. They will seem impulsive and urgent as if they run on entirely new frame of time then you could ever keep up with. They are lively, eccentric and a tad too emotionally available because of how deeply and intensely everything they feel is expressed. they turn into wild animals the second your’re disrespected, hurt, upset or disgruntled in any way because in their eyes you are all their’s, their lover, best friend, and the other piece to their long voyage and they’ll be damned if anyone brings you misfortune. They don’t care about any one else but you, they only want your body, your heart and every messy part that comes with that. They are brave and hardly ever back down(unless you tell them so) and they readily jump continents for you. They are VERY sexual and will eat you alive every moment of every day. sex may run rampant and even feel obsessive with them. the interesting thing is once you get married and domesticated so to speak this same traits will come out in you. You’re going to be intense, impulsive and slightly testosterone driven. you’ll be direct, bold and confrontational when you settle down with the one. you’ll often find yourself expressing your true animalistic sexuality and your powerful desires and opinions full force when you’re with them. your “one” could be muscular in some way or have a really great body. the face may be ruddy or a bit gritty as if the person plays outside a lot or is getting hurt in some way around their face or body. Their could either be plenty of facial hair or very little. The eyes will be INTENSE and you’ll know it’s them by the fierceness of their actions and tenaciousness. it’s common for them to have strong 1st house, planets in Aries or Scorpio and or having strong mars hitting personal planets. your marriage will be fiery, combative, and INTENSE. It is likely that you will meet them in a place of expression, a place where the two of you are authentically yourselves no mask, outdoors, or in a school setting as Aries is still a kid you see.
Juno In Aries/ Juno In The First House(Women):
+(Dua Lipa - Last Dance (Samuel k Remix)
+(Paul Woodford - Hang Up Your Hang Ups(CamelPhat Remix)
+(CamelPhat & Cristoph - Breathe(Feat. Jem Cooke)
“I’m a whirlwind, a storm, Chaos, the brightest summer and the most star filled of nights how could you say no to such a sensational atmosphere?”
The same could be said for those who attracted to women. The Women will often project a strong masculine aura and be highly in touch with her drive, her independence and her more aggressive and boy/girl next door riding the motor bike energy. She will swoon you with her ruffled hair and passionate gaze. She’s a leader and she never bites her tongue. She Spits fire and acid when it comes to fighting for what she wants and she will fight you tooth and nail until it’s in her grasp. She is strong willed and even stronger personality wise and if you’re not careful she will eat you alive. Her mothering nature and instincts to protect you will be powerful and she will literally rip the earth up if you’re hurt, in danger or ever saddened in any way. she speaks in terms of “i” and “me” quite a bit but i assure you she’s thinking more about the “we” and “us” of things 99% of the time. Her sex drive would put eros and Lilith to shame and she can be a roaring lantern of passion and fire when she flips the light switch. She’s driven and intensely ambitious and much of what she does no matter how involved or focused she is; you will always be a priority. She will encourage you, guide you and be the loudest supporter in the audience. Ruffled hair, strong muscular body and or very direct and blunt manners of speaking and presenting herself are common. she will likely posses strong Aries or Scorpio, 1st house placements or mars contacts. Meeting her in a place outside, in a busy office, in a place of expression, anywhere that is busy and noisy is common. ironically meeting the men and different tends to be in different areas depending on the person.
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I wanted to talk about the atmosphere of Tekken 3, and how it just hit differently (and how I also miss it) Like maybe it's just because of the graphics at the time but...
But many of the cutscenes / endings are drab, and typically dark and shadowed. Even when the scene itself wasn't necessarily supposed to be "dark" itself. It gives the entire game this unsettling feeling. Which Tekken 4 can be known for its creepy aesthetic choices - but I feel it's often overlooked in Tekken 3. Hell, some of the endings in 3 may be even eerier because all of them (with the exception of Julia's) have no dialogue. Therefore, it dives the player into a land of confusion and with little to expect.
I think that's why, despite it being his first, Jin's ending is still one of my favorite endings of his in the series. It's full of fear. As seen in the pictures above - our hero expresses fear at suddenly being killed despite having won the tournament - only seconds after, do we see his killer, Heihachi, with the same fear as "Jin" is suddenly resurrected into this animalistic being.
It's also why I believe I love this image so much...
Because it has the same kind of coloring with the character(s) shrouded in darkness. And of course, with DJ crying. It really expresses both the horror of Jin being killed, and resurrected by a devil, and the tragedy of it all, too. It felt like DJ himself could be something tragic rather than always being presented as a sadistic villain who only cares for power and hurting others because it's "fun." (Which I've joked about that - comparing this image to a newer one from Tag 2 here) Don't get me wrong, it is fun to see DJ laughing after defeating an opponent. But it is also nice to look at the "deeper" side of the character and see him express more than arrogant glee.
Tekken 3 by far is not an underrated game - it's many people's first one, especially during their childhood, and it's still considered the best amongst many players. It was the best selling one up until Tekken 7. However, I do think its own aesthetics and eeriness is often overlooked. As I've expressed on this blog before; I wish the series would return to the horror-ness that both Tekken 3 and Tekken 4 had. It made the series stand out, and it also added more impact to the story being about a (cursed) family that wants to kill each other.
#✏️ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ // (ooc)#// also as i've said before -#// dj's takeover/transformation being a slow and agonizing one#// that's creepy where you can just HEAR jin gag and groan whilst it happens#// and hear the wings slowly sprouting out -#// will forever be more powerful than him just going... saiyan#// it makes you feel a lot more for jin and this curse
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Ivygen?
Came from a top secret biotech facility somewhere in outer space on a mission to explore the outer reaches of the universe! (I didn’t come up with this one, this is just canon Protogen lore)
Found Earth, fell in love with its technology, music, nature and people, and decided to stay there!
Fell in love with making/mixing music with use of Humanity’s tech and some of the electronic parts that make up their own body.
Made it into the musical industry as a professional musician and DJ! Hosts their own live sets at events.
Ivygen can make and replicate all sorts of sounds with its vocal modules! It’s best at replicating more digital sounds.
Ivygen’s visor almost never displays eyes (a bit of a reference to how I don’t have the best vision IRL), but it can still see. Eyes are only displayed on his visor when surprised, but only for a split second.
Ivygen is short compared to most other Protogens, but quite huge compared to most humans!
Loves to give hugs. He knows how fluffy and soft and huggable he is <3
Mostly communicates in electronic, animalistic beeps and chirps, but can easily create a voice for themself to speak in English. It usually varies slightly in how it sounds, though.
The panels Ivygen has on their cheeks, shoulders and hips display audio waves that move in sync with any sounds they make and any music they produce/listen to!
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an assignment i must cope with
“The three readings this week agreed upon one simple idea: nearly everyone is capable of labor. Smith emphasizes the consistency of labor in which a participating member of society must contribute to the market, so as to embrace collectivism. A virtuous cycle begins. Marx shares a similar sentiment in that capital is limitless. There always exists a buyer and a seller, and I interpreted his critique as a comment on human limitations in their labor-power. Instead of naturalizing the idea of the market, he attributes it to a historical development in which commodities have gone through years of mistaken theory, according to Marx. Smith embraces individuals working together to build security in society while Marx critiques the means of production as an animalistic chase of money, which then relates to Weber’s essay on the protestants. They believe in sin, greed and money going hand in hand, but ultimately bending to the market. A question that I sat on while flipping through the readings stems from my ignorance of the philosophies in human motivation. If capital is limitless, not securely finite, how does one view equality when indulging in individualism? Rather than villainizing and attempting to stomp out the market, a focus on the individual in their natural instinct towards self-interest ensures a working market, but then exists those who fail to produce thus the struggle and crisis of capitalism begins. Are human limitations to be ignored?”
If you completely read my ramblings, you would understand that I know nothing at all. Purely auto-biographical and generic, but I can read across as ‘GOD CAN SHE SHUT UP!? She’s actually the worst, but she claims to be the best because she values THE SOCIAL LADDER.’ Whatever that means.
There are at least ten thousand hotter, more talented, greedier, more nihilistic, edgier, more profound ‘sad girls’ out there. I promise you, you are not the hot shit you so deluded yourself into thinking you are.
Because I look at you and see nothing but a pathetic attempt at redemption. So go on! Ignore my hand and seek out a bonier, more inviting hand as you see mine shake. Your outfit makes me cringe. My friends are cooler than you. We would spit on you if we saw you at Trans-Pecos. You would stick out like a sore thumb.
Perhaps I’m being too mean… But I realize that I’m not because I’ve met bitchier, more sinister little bitches. Except, I respected them as they wore cuter clothes than your long leather jacket. You must feel so NYC with that on. I don’t think I’m a bitch at all. Sure, I slink around the grimy gutters with a Marlboro Light, call myself a “Club Kid,” and stick around the DJs, but I am not at the same level of those bitchier, more sinister little bitches who wore cuter clothes. I am a step below, the writer who observes it all, and tucks it away for a later date. Like right now! As I type out this assignment I must cope with…
There is a greedy chase in this so-called ‘social ladder.’ It does not exist, yet everyone in the room realizes one thing when they talk to some Bushwick-ian looking freak, “What can they do for me?” When you enter some Dimes Square rooftop poetry reading, you sit back and wonder, “Did they get canceled? Does that make them more interesting?”
I have no clue at all what you can take away from this pathetic attempt at social commentary… Creative writing has been my ‘thing’ for awhile. Please don’t take that away from me… Just look at me and acknowledge that I’m fucking cooler than you. I am the micro-influencer you so desperately try to cling to.
This is creative writing and I did not mean a single thing I said, but I will post it anyway because I think you can laugh and roll your eyes with me.
Tell everyone about the horrible NYC take you read. Tell everyone about how I wrote a substack article on you! I am probably talking about you. Tell everyone about how delusional I am for even thinking this was okay! Afterall, I have no grasp on the human limitations on shittalking…
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All That Glitters…
Prologue
His gaze could be considered dark as he lift the glass to his lips and sipped on the hard liquor inside, the ice crinkling against the sides as he rocked it back and forth. From where he was sitting, he could make out the happy couple as they danced on the floor, their bodies loving in synchronization to the beat.
But he wasn’t looking at them; he wasn’t focused on the bride and groom. His attention had fallen to the bridesmaids, rather the woman behind the maid of honour with a chignon at the back of her head and diamond stud earrings in.
His attention was on the breathtaking and beautiful woman that had him in a complete and total spell, that had not only him transfixed and bewitched but his partner as well.
“All the single ladies! All the single ladies up to the front, it’s time for the bouquet toss!” The woman speaking into the microphone had addressed the crowd as women started going up to the front, and he was amused to see your beautiful body being pulled too.
“Don’t miss out, Y/N! Catch the bouquet and you’re next to be married!” The announcer had cheered into the microphone as you had picked up the hem of your green a-line dress in one hand and your heels in the other.
“You need to be in a relationship to be married!” One of the older bridesmaids had taken a dig at your expense, her words slurred from the red wine the glass she was holding onto.
She was standing by the bridal party table, swaying slightly as she raised the glass to her lips and sipped on the alcohol in her glass while raising her arm and dancing along to the beat.
She was eager to insult everyone around her however it was the insult that she had so eagerly thrown the dig at your state of singleness. The chance to reduce you to nothing but your lack of a relationship was seemingly fuelled by the ring on her left hand that was starting to turn green.
The insult angered him. The insult had boiled beneath his flesh with a distaste for the level of disrespect aimed at you. No one would speak to you in such a lowly manner if they had decided to take you, to make you theirs. No one would dare fuck with you when they had staked their claim.
“Y/N! Bridesmaid to the beautiful angel tonight is joining the crew of single women to catch the b bouquet!” The master of ceremonies had made a nod to the DJ and as the song ‘Single Ladies’ had started blasting from the speakers, he had studied you as you swayed your hips to the beat and lined up with the rest of the women.
Your bridesmaid dress was simple, deep emerald green and made from chiffon with a deep V neck that had accentuated the curve of your breasts. There was a braided tie around your waist that drew attention to your heavenly body, the softness of your curves and no doubt the sweetest ass and pussy hiding beneath the material.
“All the single ladies, all the single ladies
All the single ladies, all the single ladies.”
He watched you with a bemused smirk as the bride entered the dance floor and took her place in front of the women waiting. Her dress draped around her as she mouthed the lyrics and gently swung the bouquet back and forth in her hands, teasing the women.
“Are you ready?” The MC called through the microphone to the sound of cheering from the crowd and the participating women, and as the bride had held up three fingers, the best carried on.
“All the single ladies, all the single ladies
All the single ladies
Now put your hands up.” The bride dropped her three fingers and then had swung the bouquet up over her head and then turned, watching to see who had caught it.
He too was interested and as the bouquet had been snatched by your left hand, his smirk had widened. He turned his head and glanced at his partner, the two partaking in a communicative exchange as the choice was undoubtedly made.
You were theirs, it was a matter of fate that you had caught the bouquet and their attention. It was a matter of fate that you had stirred something so visceral, animalistic and possessive within their very souls.
You were theirs.
“Next to be married! Congratulations!” The bride had pulled you into a tight hug, her eyes moving past you to where the two were hiding, eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“Andy,” Curtis’ lips twitched while he leaned toward and rest his elbows on his knees, “yes or no?”
“Yes,” Andy downed the rest of his drink before he slammed the glass on the table and clicked his tongue against his teeth, “she’s perfect. Let her have the weekend, then we’re getting ourselves a little wife.”
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after hours: timeskip!miya atsumu x fem!reader
notes: none bc i'm 100% proud of this. he's hot ok...
warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, strength kink(? idk i love his buff arms), slight choking, degradation, mentions of breeding :3
Dating a pro athlete had its downsides. For once, you weren't allowed to send him anything lewd during practice because it was just protocol (and because you rarely sexted). You also weren't allowed to have sex in the locker room after a bad match (this was decided after Suna Rintarou caught you with your hand down Atsumu's shorts after they had lost to Suna's team).
The list was more or less what you guys couldn't do sexually than it was romantically, but hey, you couldn't care less.
Because there was some things that made up for those pathetic rules.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Atsumu groans, shifting uncomfortably in the love seat as you purposely pressed your bottom against his aching cock. You turned and smiled innocently at him, offering your glass of champagne.
He snarls, but still snatches the glass from your hand and downs it. You're in a club right now, nothing special. But the whole MSBY Jackals team was here, and of course as Atsumu's fiancé, you were obligated to come.
The first part of the escapade was fun but nothing too special, with you mingling with the wives and calling up a few drinks here and there. Now, you were in a VIP booth with Atsumu that overviewed the rest of the club.
"Atsumu," you singsong, cooing and leaning backwards to press your naked back against his to provoke him even more. You knew exactly what you were doing, wearing the tiny and skimpy silk dress that exposed your entire lower back.
He glares you down. And then before you know it, he's snatching your wrist and dragging you down the halls of the VIP bar, earning you both whistles and jealous stares from girls and guys like.
"What are you —" before you can even finish your sentence, he throws you inside a room, pressing you against the door as he kisses you feverishly. You can hear the lock of the door clicking somewhere behind you, and you smirk.
"Shut up. Whores don't get to speak." he says as he undoes your the silk material holding your tits together. When the material falls from your chest and your tits bounce out lavishly, he moans and presses his face against them like he hasn't seen them since forever (which is a lie because he saw you in the shower this morning).
"Atsumu, baby, are you horny?" You tease, pressing your manicured nails against his nape and teasing his hot skin with your cool hands.
"Shut up." an empty but strong, tanned arm reaches for your neck, and you silence immediately. He continues his administrations on your skin, leaving pools of red and purple in his wake, a blood bath of lust trailing from your chest down to your pelvis.
It feels so good, you're not even going to deny it at this point. Atsumu is a literal sex god, his cock his big and thick, and he knows damn well what to do in bed every single time. It turns you on so much, you have to resist the urge to scratch his arms and leave marks.
His hand doesn't clench around your neck anymore, but it's still hovering faintly. But the thought of him manhandling you and taking your breath away, quite literally, sends a rush of endorphins down your spine.
"Turn around," he orders, and your weak body can't even comprehend anything as he turns your body himself against the door, pressing your tits against dark oak as you feel him slide the rest of tonight's dress down your thighs.
Even though your faced is pressed against wood, you can hear the sound of him throwing off his dress shirt and kicking the oxford shoes to the side.
"You're glistening, baby. Want me that bad?" he coos, teasing a thick, calloused finger in your folds. You squeal, trying to reach behind your back and grab his hand, but his arms won't let you, holding you in place as he stands in amusement, staring at your cunt.
"Your cunt is dripping, want me to fill you up? Make you pregnant with my cum?" you know he's just teasing you, trying to get a rise. But he's planted a seed inside your brain, and in your catatonic, extremely horny state, it makes you clench your legs together and let out a string of pathetic moans.
"Yes, yes please! Fill me up please," you beg desperately, spreading your legs to the best of your ability, making sure to show off your dripping cunt to Atsumu that was practically made for him.
"Do you love me that much?" he says, mouth fanning hot breathes over your shoulder, pressing his body against yours. You shiver under him.
Now, you're completely under his control.
"Yes, I love you so bad. Please, just fill me up!" you cry, and he listens. You haven't even been prepped, but that escapes your mind as soon as he thrusts in, his cock ripping your folds and you let out a loud moan.
"Shut up, bitch. Don't want anyone seeing you taking my cock like a slut now, do you?" you close your mouth and shake your head furiously, letting him have his way with you as he thrusts harder and harder.
You can still hear the thumping sound of the music outside, but it's starting to fade out as the lewd sounds of his cock inside you fill your ears. Sometimes, just to get him harder, you clench around him, and he bares his teeth with a loud, almost animalistic growl.
At this point, your body is reaching overstimulation and you feel like you're about to collapse. But like the good fiancé he is, Atsumu can sense that and as soon as you feel your limbs failing on you, his strong arms reach to hold you as he fucks you against the door.
"Baby, c'mon. You got this," he whispers praises in your ear, and it's embarrassing to admit, but it's enough for you to keep moaning and shaking, spreading your legs even more as he fucks you senseless.
"Atsumu, tsumu.. I'm gonna cum," you whisper out breathlessly, smirking at him faintly before you reach your end. He smiles back, hitching your limp body up and thrusting faster.
"Come with me, baby." and that's when the rubber band snaps. You cum, probably the largest you've ever, just as soon as you can feel a rush of warmth inside you, some white trickling down between your legs.
You turn around immediately, to his surprise, and kiss him senselessly, grabbing his jaw with your frail hands.
"I love you so bad," you breathe out, looking up to him like he has stars in his eyes.
"I love you too, baby." he giggles, smiling as he presses more kisses to your red lips, calloused hands trailing your naked body for the marks he made.
"Ahem." you hear a voice from the other side of the door. "Atsumu, y/n. We can hear you over the dj's music." That voice. You snort, trying to contain a hysteric fit of giggles as Atsumu says,
"Shut the hell up, Suna."
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Who Do You Belong To
Xandra x Reader
Warnings: NSFW!!!!! Mommy kink, thigh riding, language
Summary: I got a request to do a Xandra fic that was angsty and smutty, but focused more on the smutty... This is pretty filthy and it is one of the longest fics I have written. Enjoy!!!!
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You honestly hated going out, so how your best friend convinced you to go out with her? No idea. She had dragged you to some EDM club outside of town. You were currently sitting at the bar while the crowds of people laughed and danced around you. Your friend was completely indulged in a "tall, dark, and handsome" that was unfortunate enough to occupy the seat next to her. Sipping your drink, you let yourself get lost in the laser show, as the smell of sweat, smoke, and liquor occupied your mind.
A shadow appeared in your line of vision, as the lights bounced off the set of blue eyes in front of you. She took the empty seat next to you and leaned in close, trying her best to catch your attention. "You here alone?" She asked as you turned your head toward her, leaning in close to hear her over the music. "Are you here alone?" She asked again, a bit louder this time. "Oh. No, I'm not." You said as you chuckled and turned your attention back to the DJ. That's when you noticed her. She was practically growling at you from across the room, the lasers dancing patterns on her face. Shit, you thought to yourself, noticing the still lingering set of blue eyes still leaned in close to you. Xandra.
She worked her way across the dance floor, easing past the growing crowds, eyes never leaving yours. She let her hips sway in a way that she knew would cause your heart to beat just a little bit faster. You tried your best to swallow the lump in your throat as she got closer, her eyes full of rage. She positioned herself in between you and blue eyes, and leaned her back against the bar. You looked up at her and noticed her glazed over, bloodshot eyes. She only briefly looked back at you as she said something to the poor girl next to you, causing her blue eyes to widen. She scurried away as Xandra lit her cigarette and took the now available seat.
"We're leaving." She said sharply, not making eye contact with you. The smell of alcohol was strong on her breath. When you hesitated to move, she wrapped her arms in yours and pulled you toward the exit. She rested her cigarette in between her teeth as she hailed a taxi, all but pushing you inside. "Xand-" You tried to speak, but she raised a finger and cut you off. "Don't. Not one word." So, you sat in silence. Sinking back into your seat, not knowing what to expect when you got home.
When the taxi arrived, Xandra motioned for you to go inside, while she paid the driver. You had made it to the living room when the sound of the door slamming caused you to jump. You turned around to see your girlfriend glaring as she made her way toward you. "You are mine." She said, wrapping her hand around your neck at her last word. Mine. The long acrylics digging into your sensitive flesh.
You couldn't get any words out, so you nodded frantically. Your heart rate sped up, and you took note at how turned on you were that she was jealous, so you fueled the fire. "We were just talking." you said softly. Her eyes widened and they turned from there normal brown shade to black as she gripped your throat tighter. The sensation going straight to your center. "She was practically fucking you with her eyes, Y/N." She rolled her eyes and licked her lips before continuing, "But it doesn't matter. We both know that no one could ever make you feel the way that I can. Isn't that right, Princess?" Heat rose to your cheeks as you locked eyes with the woman in front of you. "Yes, mommy."
In an instant, her hand was gone from your neck, and she pushed you backwards. "Get on the couch, baby girl. Mommy is going to jog your memory." She said, her voice deep and harsh as she kneeled down in front you. You bit at your bottom lip as she looked up at you, causing her to leap forward and connect her lips with hers. Using her hands to pull your dress up, she snaked her hands to your inner thighs and nudged your legs apart. Taking your bottom lip in between her teeth, she pulled harshly, then let it go and made her way between your legs. Moving your panties to the side, she waisted no time diving straight into your core, lapping her tongue repeatedly over your sensitive bundle of nerves.
"That feels so good, mommy." You breathlessly spoke as you let out a soft moan. "You like that, Princess." Xandra replied, a devilish smile formed on her face. "What about this, huh?" She said as she pushed two fingers inside of you. You screamed in pleasure as you felt you body begin to tingle at the feeling; you were close. "Mommy's little slut, taking my fingers so good." Xandra spoke, edging you closer to your release.
It was like she could sense it, so she slowed down as she sat down on the couch next to you. You let out a loud sigh, and looked over at your girlfriend, face all red and flustered. "No. I- I was so close." She chuckled as she motioned for you to lean forward, then she unzipped your dress and ushered you to take it off. "I'm not finished with you just yet." She said, as she pulled you to straddle her.
You wrapped your arms around her neck and pressed your lips against hers, craving any sort of attention from the woman. Xandra used the moment to nip and suck at your bottom lip, digging her acrylics into your hips and pulling your center down on her thigh. "Please, mommy." you begged as you felt the rough fabric of her jeans scrape against your clit. "Ride my thigh, Princess, and keep begging. Mommy loves hearing her good girl beg."
As you began grinding against her thigh, Xandra took one of your nipples in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Heat began building up in your stomach and you couldn't stop the animalistic sounds that were tearing out of you. "Please, mommy. Can I please cum?" you mumbled out, picking up pace as you could feel your juices pool on your girlfriend's thigh. Xandra looked up at you, roughly biting at your nipple, "Who do you belong to?" In between your breaths, you managed a reply, "To you, mommy." Xandra just chuckled as she dug her nails into your side, forcing you to stop, but with your protest. "Get on your knees, baby girl. You can cum when I do."
In a split second you were on the floor and helping the blonde wiggle out of her jeans. You pushed her legs open and licked your lips at the sight of her dripping cunt. Leaning in, you pushed your tongue between her folds, flicking at her sensitive bud. "Mmm, yeah just like that." She moaned out, followed by a mumbled, "Such a good girl" which only heightened your arousal. Bringing your finger to her entrance, you gathered her thick juices and proceeded to slowly insert two fingers inside of her. Her moans got breathier and louder as you worked in her at a steady pace, curling your fingers to hit her sweet spot. "Fuck" Xandra yelled out as she wrapped her fingers in your hair, holding you in place between her legs; her orgasm slowly washing over her as her muscles clenched around you.
"Can I cum now, mommy?" you asked the woman quickly, looking down immediately after the words escaped your lips. A breathy Xandra just looked down at you, shaking her head. "Someone is being a needy little slut tonight, maybe I won't let you cum." A smirk forming on her face as her eyes squinted at you. You raised your head and tried to protest, but your girlfriend stopped you, "I'm joking. I'm joking. Mommy's little slut is going to cum as many times as she can tonight." She said while standing up and making her way toward the bedroom, ushering you to follow. You gulped as you eagerly stood and ran to catch up with her, her words exciting you as you prepared yourself for what your girlfriend had planned.
#xandra x reader#smut smut smut#mommy kink#the goldfinch imagines#xandra is a babe#this was fun to write#dfics
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Out of the Gutter
Pairing: Starker, minor Peter/OMC
Rating: Explicit (E)
Notes: Uhhh I apologize in advance for this one y’all. 😂
Length: 5.5k~
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Extreme Dubcon, Underage, Incest, Underage Drinking, Drug Use, Minor Violence,
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“Peter! Peter, this is amazing!”
Ned’s excited voice knocked Peter’s attention out of the textbook he was reading in the library during an impromptu study session with MJ. Peter shrank in his seat, feeling dozens of eyes staring them down. He shot a pleading look at Ned and watched as he slowly exhaled, tension running out of his shoulders, before he slid into the seat across from Peter at the table.
“Guys!” Ned whispered excitedly. “They came!”
“What came?” Peter stared blankly at Ned.
Ned looked around furtively, leaning forward to be closer to Peter and MJ. “The fakes.”
Peter felt a jolt of excitement run through his body, sharing a conspiratorial glance with his best friends as Ned started to draw a plain envelope out of his backpack.
“Stop!” MJ hissed. “After school- Can we meet at yours, Ned?”
“Totally!” He replied, wide smile gleaming.
Peter practically vibrated in excitement through the last period of the day, shooting off a quick text for permission to his father, and sighing in relief when he received the okay just as the dismissal bell rang. It had been a rough couple of months since his Dad caught Peter red handed at a club (how was Peter supposed to know his Dad’s date would end up there?), drunk as a skunk, confiscating his fake ID and grounding him severely in response. Thank God Peter hadn’t been high that night, or he probably would still be grounded, or maybe even shoved into one of those stuffy private schools for misbehaving rich kids.
Ned and MJ met up with Peter by his locker, and they walked to Ned’s house together, rocketing up the stairs to his room with barely a word to Mrs. Leeds. Once safely inside, Ned flipped open the envelope and pulled out the plastic cards, handing one to Peter who examined it closely.
“Ned,” Peter gasped, “this looks incredible! It’s so much better than the last one!”
“Right???” Ned said incredulously. “They look just like a regular ID, I can’t believe my cousin managed to get ahold of these.”
“You know what this means?” Peter asked.
“What?” Ned said, still clutching his ID in hand and staring at it in disbelief.
“It means we’re back!” MJ crowed. “Good luck to anyone who tries to confiscate these babies!”
Peter suppressed a wave of unease as Ned and MJ whooped together in excitement, before dissolving into laughter as Ned’s mother yelled up the stairs for them to quiet down.
Finally it was Saturday night and their plan was in action. Get to the club, become appropriately socially lubricated, dance, maybe even find a hookup, then get back to their beds before parents were awake in the morning. Sneaking out of the Tower would have been impossible (and boy had he learned that lesson the hard way one spring evening Freshman year), so Peter and Ned waited at the Leeds’ for his parents to head to bed. Peter helped Ned out of the window with a small grunt of effort, then swung down himself. All those gymnastics lessons were finally coming in handy.
They met up with MJ at the subway station. “Hey losers, you rolling tonight?” Ned and Peter quickly agreed, receiving the pills from MJ before swallowing them down dry with the ease of long practice. The trio headed downtown, overcome with good cheer and giggles during the course of the trip, dressed in their finest babyslut getups.
The fake IDs Ned had gotten from his cousin had scanned at the door as genuine, gaining them entry to the club and access to the bar, access they’d immediately taken full advantage of. Peter jumped up and down with Ned and MJ as the beat dropped and the bass of the song vibrated through his bones, feeling open and loose, in sync with the crowd and with the universe.
“MJ! MJ!” Peter laughed, yelling her name over the music. “I’m having so much fun!”
Her response was swallowed in the sway of the crowd on the dancefloor, lips unreadable in the flashing strobe lights and fog inside the club. Peter lost himself to the pure joy of dancing with his best friends, heart thumping to the beat, sweat dripping down his face, smearing his eyeliner and leaving tracks through the iridescent highlighter swept across his cheekbones.
“Hey!” Ned grabbed at Peter and MJ’s hands, towing them toward the bar. “This round’s on me!”
Peter could just hear him over the music now that they were further away from the DJ. Ned held his cash in the air, clumsily getting the attention of the bartender and ordering them all lemon drop shots. The trio clinked their glasses together before knocking back the sugar-sweet lemon-tart throat-burning liquid with the faint grimace and loud whoop.
Peter bopped his way back into the crowd of dancers, happily grinding on anyone who came his way, uncharacteristically uncaring about looks or even gender. The overwhelming urge for touch was fully upon him as he exchanged sloppy kisses and careless caresses with any number of partners, letting himself be passed around the dancefloor in a blur, like some glittery party favor.
Several rounds of dancing and shots later, and Peter felt great. Better than great. Fantastic even. So what if everything was a little blurry around the edges? So what if he wasn’t absolutely sure where Ned and MJ had disappeared to? Peter was having the time of his life, everything was right with the world! He was sweet sixteen, flush with liquor and lust, and from the look of the guy eyeing him from across the dancefloor, attractive enough to fuck.
Peter shimmied his way through the bouncing crowd with loose limbed moves, catching the eye of a dark haired man with attractively trimmed facial hair. (Didn’t that remind him of someone? Peter pushed the thought away impatiently.) Peter’s heart was beating out of his chest as they made eye contact, blue eyes catching on brown. Everything slowed down for a moment, the music fading into the background as Peter looked the man over, taking in his muscular arms and trim waist, eyefucking him from head to toe as the lights flashed through the haze.
“Hi!” Peter yelled above the vibrating beat, watching the man’s lips as he returned the greeting. He didn’t waste any time, turning around and leaning back against the man to grind his ass against him on pure animalistic instinct, craving the pressure against his skin. The man’s hands came down to rest on Peter’s hips, pulling him into an energetic rhythm that matched the beat vibrating through Peter’s bones.
Fuck, it felt so good to let go. To let the stress and expectations of being Tony Stark’s son and protégé drift away from his shoulders, disappear under the haze of molly, alcohol, and raw desire clouding his mind. Peter lifted an arm and wrapped it behind the man’s head, pulling his face down to Peter’s exposed neck. Score, the guy took the hint and started sucking livid marks into Peter’s pale skin, fueling the pool of liquid heat collecting in his core. The man’s hands travelled up and down Peter’s body, running over the front of his silky mesh shirt, sending a wave of shivery sensation through his skin. His fingers plucked against Peter’s sensitive nipples, dug hungrily against the dips of his defined abs, groped the sides and bottom curve of his ass.
“Do you know somewhere more quiet we can go?” Peter yelled, spinning around to face the man, who grinned lecherously and nodded, pulling Peter with him through the crowd.
They squeezed their way out an emergency exit in the back of the club, hands frantically rubbing whatever parts of the other could be reached, Peter’s mouth being enthusiastically penetrated by the man’s tongue as they kissed. Peter slammed the man against the wall, drinking in his noise of shocked surprise before dropping to his knees right there in the dirty alley. He could feel the grit of the city underneath his knees, even through his tight black jeans, and relished the grounding sensation to counteract the floating in his head.
The man eagerly unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock, flopping it right in front of Peter’s face. His mouth was watering, senses overwhelmed by fresh sweat and masculine musk as his lips parted to take the man inside. Peter hummed happily, palming himself through his jeans as he gently sucked, bobbing his head back and forth and licking around the tip.
“Fuck, your mouth-” The man gasped out, grabbing at Peter’s sweat soaked curls with shaking hands.
Peter grinned around the man’s cock. All those hate fueled hookups with Flash Thompson had been good for something after all. Peter lost himself in the rhythm and feel of skin against his tongue, sucking harder and groaning at the salty taste of precum, neglected dick throbbing inside his pants. He groped blindly for the man’s leg and pulled it between his thighs to grind against it.
“Oh, that’s it. Fuck you’re a greedy lil thing, that’s right baby, suck that-”
“Hey! Asshole!”
Peter froze around the man’s cock before pulling off with a sloppy pop. Oh shit. Oh no. Oh my God, oh no, oh fuck, oh shit. It couldn’t be. There was no way. Peter screwed his eyes shut as he felt a familiar hand grab at the back of his neck, sending a slow roll of pleasure down his spine, and pulling him up and back from his kneeling position.
The hand disappeared and there was a dull thud before a series of protests started. “Woah man, ow, what the hell?”
Peter was still half crouched, quivering in shame as he listened to the response, which was growled with menace.
“I’m going to give you one chance to get the hell out of this alley before I separate your head from your spine.”
The resulting silence was broken by the sound of rustling fabric, a zipper being closed, and rapid footsteps in the opposite direction.
“Peter Anthony Stark.” That disappointed voice was like a bucket of ice dousing his lust, better at sobering him up than any greasy burger ever could be.
“H- Hi Dad.” Peter stammered, looking up at his father, who was dark eyed and puffed up with rage.
Tony held up his hand, silencing Peter with the familiar gesture. “I can’t believe we’re doing this again Peter. You didn’t learn the last time I had to pull you out of the gutter?”
That peculiar combination of shame and anger rose inside Peter, choking him, contributing to his sputtered denial. “I- I- I didn’t mean- I didn’t mean to-”
“You were doing exactly what you meant to do. Like you always do.” Tony’s voice was tight as he stared down at Peter, hands clenched at his sides. “Kid, I can’t stand by and watch you self-destruct the same way I did.”
Peter shot to his feet, sudden fury winning out over the embarrassment of being caught with a cock halfway down his throat. “I’m just trying to have a little fucking fun! What I’m doing is nothing like what you did! Newsflash, Tony, we’re not the same person, no matter how often you act like we are.”
The echoing crack of the slap across Peter’s cheek seemed to catch them both by surprise. Peter rubbed his cheek in shock, wide eyed and slack jawed, watching Tony’s still raised hand with utter astonishment.
His father was huffing and puffing like he’d just run a marathon, chest heaving, breath rasping in his throat as he spoke. “You think this is cute Pete? You think this is fun? All this acting out? It’s like you’re six again and throwing a tantrum, screaming out for Daddy’s attention. Well “newsflash” kiddo, you’ve got my full attention now.”
Peter was still speechless, his father had never hit him before. He’d never even been spanked as a kid, let alone slapped. “You- you hit me,” he said, rubbing his smarting face.
Tony’s jaw tightened as a grudging laugh slid out from between his teeth. “Talk shit, get hit kid. Unfortunately you’re a little old for me to take over my knee. You’re lucky for that, or you wouldn’t be sitting down for a week after this stunt you pulled tonight. You wanna know how I knew you were here? The social media alerts I have set up on you started going crazy, Peter. Practically the whole city knew you were here, grinding like a slut on some stranger, getting drunk and God knows what else.”
Peter’s vague noise of protest died in his throat as he thought of tomorrow's headlines. He looked at his father desperately. “I didn’t mean-”
“No,” Tony interjected, “I don’t want to hear it. Save your excuses.” Peter gasped as his father grabbed him with an iron grip by the upper arm, and started hauling him out of the alley to where a familiarly discrete black SUV was idling by the sidewalk. “Get in, and don’t think we’re done with this conversation.”
Peter opened the door and blanched to see a hangdog Ned and wide eyed MJ already in the back. He blushed fiercely as MJ’s perceptive gaze passed over the livid handprint on his left cheek. The ride to drop off his friends was silent, the teens not daring to speak to each other as they each reached their destinations, with only dreading looks exchanged. Even that brief contact brought a sideways and threatening look from Tony, daring them to talk at their own risk. Finally the vehicle was empty, but the silence still weighed heavy on Peter’s nerves.
“Dad…” Peter spoke into the quiet, voice cracking on the single word.
“Not now Pete, I’m driving.” Tony’s voice was still rife with irritation, and Peter’s mouth snapped shut in response.
The utter stillness continued as Tony parked, and as they rode up the elevator to the penthouse. Peter fidgeted nervously the whole way, unable to keep still as the tension rose. He was still rolling, running his hands up and down his thighs, unable to keep still as the urge to touch and be touched seized his body.
“What did you take?” Tony’s voice was firm as they walked into the living room, not leaving any room for excuses or prevarication.
“Molly.” Peter muttered to the floor, unable to meet his father’s eyes. He flinched and gasped as his father’s hand lifted his chin, forcing him to make eye contact.
“Want to try that again kid? What did you take?”
Peter quivered under Tony’s laser sharp gaze. “M- molly.”
Tony’s sigh of disappointment cut into Peter like a knife. The ride back across the city had cooled his righteous indignation, leaving only the shame behind. Peter looked back to the floor, pulling away reluctantly from his father’s hand.
“I am so incredibly disappointed in you Peter. I’ve always tried to be open with you about my struggles with substance abuse, and hoped you would learn from my mistakes and not repeat them. You can consider yourself on lockdown, no phone, no friends.”
Peter kept looking down at the floor, the film of tears he’d been battling since the slap prickling in his eyes. His dad was right, Peter had really fucked up tonight, in a spectacularly visible way, and so soon after gaining privileges back. “I’m sorry…” Peter whispered.
“I don’t believe you Pete. I can’t trust anything you say right now.”
Tony’s words stung worse than the slap had. “That’s not fair!” It burst out of Peter’s mouth before he could think twice.
“You think that’s unfair?” Tony scoffed. “Trust me, you’re going to be learning a big lesson on what’s fair and what’s not. Just- Go get ready for bed. I can barely even look at you after what I saw tonight.”
Peter was suddenly furious again, hurt boiling over, too hot to consider the effect of his words. “Is that what Howard told you? After your first sex tape leaked?” He looked up with fire blazing in his eyes to note with satisfaction how his father’s jaw had dropped. “Guess what Dad, I’m not a little kid anymore. So what, I like to suck dick.” Peter jutted his jaw out defiantly. “From what I’ve seen, that apple sure didn’t fall far from the tree.”
“Bed!” Tony practically roared, eyes flashing, pointing toward Peter’s room.
“Fine!” Peter shouted back, stomping down the hallway with the full power of his favorite Docs. He stormed into his room, slamming the door and hearing the answering shout echo down the hallway. Peter was most of the through angrily stripping, standing in his socks, bare chested with just his black briefs on by the time the door flew open. “Dad!” He yelped, “I’m changing!”
“Don’t care, as you so clearly pointed out, nothing I’ve never seen before.” Tony’s voice was clipped with irritation. “Finish getting ready for bed.”
Peter practically ran into the bathroom and slammed that door shut too, locking it behind him. He collapsed onto the cool tile floor, chest heaving with frustrated sobs as the doorknob jiggled.
“Unlock the door Pete. I don’t trust you being alone.”
“Fuck you!” Peter hissed venomously through the door. Dead silence was the answer, instead of the explosion Peter was goading for.
“JARVIS,” Tony enunciated clearly, “unlock Peter’s bathroom door, override code, ‘Daddy knows best.’”
Peter gaped at the door as it audibly unlocked and swung open and his father stalked inside.
“You want to act like a child Peter? I can treat you like a child!” Tony was clearly still furious, eyes flashing down at Peter who was huddled on the bathroom floor by the sink. “Stand up!”
“No!” Peter shouted back, foot kicking down on the floor in defiance.
Tony reached down and hauled Peter up from the floor, hands under his arms like he was nothing more than a little kid. Peter kicked and struggled the whole way as he was deposited to sit on the counter by the sink. “Stay there!”
Peter huddled in on himself miserably, feeling exposed and small, shivering in his briefs and socks as the cool marble sunk in through the fabric. He watched in confusion as his dad pulled Peter’s toothbrush and toothpaste from the medicine cabinet, getting the toothbrush wet under the faucet and squirting toothpaste on the bristles.
“Open.” His father’s voice didn’t leave room for argument, but Peter resisted, giving in to the childish urge to shake his head with his lips pressed tight together.
Tony caught Peter’s chin with one strong hand and pinched at the hinge of his jaw, forcing his mouth open. Peter squawked in alarm as his body followed Tony’s whim instead of his own will, spluttering as his father firmly inserted the toothbrush into Peter’s mouth.
“Dad! Stop!” Peter’s whining protests were garbled by the toothbrush as it slipped and slid roughly over his teeth and gums, spreading an intensely minty taste.
“Can’t believe I found you in some alley on your knees, gonna clean out that filthy fucking mouth of yours.” Tony was growling aggravated nonsense as he scrubbed harshly inside Peter’s mouth. “Down in the gutter sucking off some Tony Stark knockoff while the real one is at home worried, you think your life is unfair?! You think I like watching you disobey and disrespect and self-destruct?”
Fat tears were swelling up in Peter’s eyes, the ghostly ache of the earlier slap making itself known as his father’s strong grip pressed into his cheek, keeping his mouth vulnerable and open. As Tony continued brushing across Peter’s teeth those tears started running down his face in streams as he hiccupped and choked around the toothbrush invading his mouth. The foam that had built up was dripping out of the corners of his lips and down his chin.
Peter tried to fire back around the intrusion, he wasn’t disobedient or disrespectful or self destructive, he wasn’t! He just wanted to have a little fun. All Peter succeeded in doing was sobbing miserably and disgustingly leaking out toothpaste onto Tony’s hand. He'd never felt so achingly vulnerable, not when Flash first pushed him against the lockers and forced him to his knees, not the first time his father had caught him trying to sneak out of the tower, not even when the paparazzi caught up with him after a particularly bad day at school, sobbing his sorrows out over his mother’s grave.
Tony let go of Peter’s jaw and maneuvered him sideways over the sink by his shoulder. “Spit.”
The touch against his bare skin rocketed tingles down Peter’s spine and to his- Oh no. Peter sputtered the foam out of his mouth into the basin, chest heaving with shame. Why was- How could he be? The more he thought about it, tried to unravel his feelings, the harder his dick throbbed between his legs, tenting the dark fabric of his briefs.
Drowning in confusion, Peter felt utterly unmoored as his father let go of him, turned on the taps, and cupped his hands underneath to catch the water.
“Rinse.” Tony said flatly, holding his hands up to Peter’s lips.
Peter shook his head frantically, needing something, needing just a minute to think- To calm down-
“Rinse!” Tony snapped.
The roiling combination of shame, panic, and desire bubbling in Peter’s stomach erupted. He shoved his father’s hands away, spilling water all down his chest and stomach. “I’m not a child,” Peter shouted as he tried to swipe the cold water off his skin, “and I don’t know how to prove it to you!”
Dead silence was his only answer.
Peter looked up in confusion from where he’d been glaring at the floor, waiting for the reprimand for losing his temper. Aw fuck. His dad was staring straight down at his hard-on, which was pointing proudly toward the ceiling like it had nothing to be ashamed of, like everything about popping a boner in this situation wasn’t completely wrong.
“I can see that,” Tony finally replied in a coolly interested voice, anger still present but iced over by something- Something else Peter couldn’t identify.
Peter started to curl defensively into a ball on the counter, but was stopped by Tony’s hands coming down to rest on the tops of his thighs, fingers splaying out across his sensitive skin. He gasped as the touch set off another rolling wave of pleasure to his core that left goosebumps in its wake, sent shivers up his chest, hardening his nipples to little brown peaks.
“You wanna prove you’re not a little kid Petey?”
Peter had never heard that tone in his father’s voice before. “Dad?” He asked in a small voice, head spinning, confused beyond belief, heartbeat racing.
Tony leaned in and nuzzled at Peter’s neck, rubbing his goatee against Peter’s pulse as his hands traveled slowly up Peter’s thighs. Peter gasped out a shocked moan as the prickly sensation sent heat blazing straight toward his throbbing dick.
“What?” Peter panted. “I don’t-”
“Shhh,” Tony soothed against Peter’s skin. “Isn’t this what you want? To prove to me you’re old enough?”
Peter tilted his head back against the mirror and parted his suddenly dry mouth. “I- I guess-”
Tony dragged his lips up Peter’s neck and to the shell of his ear. “Good boy,” he said crisply before fitting his mouth against Peter’s and squeezing down on his thighs, digging his nails into Peter’s pale skin.
Peter’s reflexive protest that he wasn’t a boy was swallowed up by his father’s lips and probing tongue, and turned into a moan deep in his throat as fireworks sparked off under his skin. Though he’d thought the kiss from the stranger earlier that night was good, it was nothing compared to this all consuming experience. Tony’s nails slowly scratched up Peter’s thighs toward his aching cock, making him whimper helplessly into his father’s mouth.
Breaking the kiss and laughing cruelly at Peter’s confused whine, Tony traveled down Peter’s body with his lips and teeth, nipping sharply and sucking at his pebbled nipples, drinking in the sound of his son’s shocked gasps and moans.
“Wait, no- You can’t- Dad!” Peter cried out as Tony reached his goal, and mouthed lightly at Peter’s hardness through the cotton of his briefs, sucking at the dot of precum that had dampened the fabric by the tip of his son’s dick.
“Has anyone ever done this for you before?” Tony asked, looking up at Peter and ignoring his protests.
Peter shook his head wildly back and forth, looking down at his father with wide eyes. “I- I’m usually the one who-”
Tony grinned wickedly up at Peter, then tugged impatiently at the tight elastic waist of his son’s briefs and pulled it down past Peter’s hips and ass, freeing his erection to bob fully in the air. Laving at his son’s leaking tip with a practiced tongue, Tony sucked Peter’s dick into the wet heat of his mouth.
“Ah- Hah-” Peter was beyond words as his father bobbed his head up and down. He curled around Tony as he was completely overwhelmed by the sensations, by the silken tightness surrounding his cock, by the agile working of his dad’s tongue around the tip on every upstroke.
Peter lost track of time as waves of pleasure lapped in his core, radiating out to all his limbs, tingling at the base of his skull. He could feel his balls drawing up and tightening, and couldn’t control the rocking of his hips, the perverse urge to fuck up into his father’s mouth.
Pulling off Peter with a wet slurp, Tony tugged him forward off the counter until his feet met the floor, and flipped him around roughly by the hips, tugging his briefs down all the way to the floor. He stopped to give the perfect roundness of Peter’s cheeks a series of wet nips as he stood, before tucking his head over his son’s shoulder, and meeting his eyes in the mirror.
Peter’s irises were almost invisible, swallowed by the black of his enlarged pupils, surrounded by smeared eyeliner and accented by sooty tear tracks down his cheeks. His eyes grew impossibly wide as he heard the metal of his father’s zipper being undone, and felt Tony’s hardness nestling between his bare cheeks, hot like a branding iron against his skin. It felt huge. Tony flexed his hips forward, making Peter hiss as the head of his father’s cock nudged against his virgin hole.
“Dad,” Peter began, voice breaking off as Tony ground against him again, making him throb with empty want and abject terror.
“Yeah Petey?” Tony grunted as he rooted through the medicine cabinet for something slick, hips rutting forward over and over, rubbing the tip of his dick across Peter’s asshole with increasingly slippery thrusts.
“I- I don’t feel so good.” Peter’s head was back to spinning and his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, even as the slide of skin on skin sent electric sparks shooting though him.
“Shhh baby,” Tony cooed, opening the jar of coconut oil he’d found. “It’s about to feel really good.”
Pulling back, Tony slicked up his cock with the oil, spreading it with a series of wet schlicks that echoed dimly in Peter’s ears. Peter gasped weakly as his father’s now slickened cock resumed rubbing against his hole, pressing inside ever so slightly with every pass.
Dad!” Peter cried out.
“What?” Tony bit out.
“I’m scared,” Peter confessed in a small voice.
“You getting scared like a little kid Petey? Tony mockingly caressed Peter’s hair. “Afraid of what you don’t know? What’s next, you gonna be afraid of the dark again, need me to tuck you in, need a nightlight?”
“‘M not a little kid,” Peter shot back in a watery voice, holding back a confused sob. Everything felt so good, felt so bad, he just wanted so badly to be touched, just maybe not- Maybe not like this.
“Just relax, you’ll be fine.” Tony pushed forward again, gripping Peter’s hips and using the leverage to keep constant pressure against the ring of muscle that clung tightly to the tip of his cock. “Fuck baby,” Tony grunted, slowly forcing himself inside of his son. “Been waiting for you to grow up a little, out sucking on lookalikes when you could have been here sucking on me instead.”
Peter cried out as Tony’s dick slowly slid inside his clinging hole, bringing with it a stinging ache that radiated out to his lower back and thighs. “Stop! Dad, it hurts-”
Tony reached around and tugged at Peter’s cock, which was still hard enough to pound nails. “Can’t hurt that much.” He said dismissively before returning his hands to Peter’s hips, holding him in a bruising grip. “Now shush- Man up,” Tony grunted as his hardness forced inside fully, “and stop your whining.”
Tears were welling up in Peter’s eyes again as the pain built, feeling like his insides were rearranged inch by searing inch. He started crying again in earnest, fresh tracks tracing down his cheeks as Tony pulled back glacially slowly, then slid home again, pulling on Peter’s hips for leverage as Peter clung to the bathroom counter for support, fingers scrabbling against the cool marble surface.
“You wanted to play grown up games, you’re going to win grown up prizes,” Tony said breathlessly as his strokes increased in speed, balls slapping rhythmically against Peter as he experimented with the angle of his thrusts.
“Oh!” Peter warbled as his father’s cock brushed against his prostate. “Fuck- Fuck!”
Tony grinned sharkishly in the mirror. “There we go,” he crowed, and added power to his strokes, mercilessly grinding his shaft against Peter’s stinging rim with every push, hammering against his sweet spot.
“Dad-” Peter sobbed, pain and pleasure mixing up in his system like a hurricane, dick leaking where it hung between his thighs, drooling a long shining string of precum toward the floor.
“That’s right Petey, you take this cock,” Tony growled lowly.
As the minutes passed, the stinging was beginning to subside, leaving only lapping waves of warmth in its wake. Peter could see his body glistening with sweat in the mirror, curls plastered down to his forehead as his sobs turned into hitching moans. He was beginning to lean back into the thrusts, pushing his hips and arching his back to meet his father’s powerful pumps. Peter reached between his legs and grasped his aching dick, hissing in pleasure as he spread slickness from the tip down to his balls and back up again, jerking himself with fervor.
Leaning his head down to pillow on his braced arm, Peter moaned quietly, “Dad?”
“What?” Tony panted between flexes of his hips.
“Can you- I need-” Peter’s body quivered as he tried to speak.
“Adults use their words,” Tony said harshly as he reached up and pulled Peter’s head back by his hair, forcing him to make eye contact in the mirror. “What do you want?”
“Please, fuck me harder!” Peter blurted out, flushed cheeks darkening with shame as he watched his father’s face.
Tony laughed darkly and let go of Peter’s hair, letting his head fall back down to his arm and resuming his clawing grasp on his son's hips. “Who knew I raised such a fucking slut?”
Peter gasped in shock and stroked himself harder as Tony’s thrusts sped up to a blistering pace, moaning like a cheap whore as his father’s cock pistoned in and out of his hole, slamming against his sweet spot on every stroke. His balls were tight with need, the heat in his core raging like a wildfire. Peter just needed- He didn’t know what he needed, but he needed it soon, he needed it like, now; he needed it like, yesterday.
“You like that baby boy?” Tony reached in between their bodies and traced Peter’s reddened rim with his fingers before slowly pressing in a single digit, stretching Peter’s hole even further.
Peter cried out fiercely as his ass began to burn again, white heat overtaking his vision.
“You like being all grown up?” Tony asked breathlessly. “You like being Daddy’s big boy slut?”
His father’s words hit Peter like a bolt of lightning, making his legs shake and back arch uncontrollably. Heat erupted from him as his cock jerked in his grasp and shot out long strings of cum onto the bathmat. His ass clenched, hard, around his father, muscles rippling in rhythmic pulses to the timing of his tsunami of pleasure.
"Fuck, Pete-" Tony cursed, hips stuttering behind, into, out of Peter, finally coming to a lurching stop as a liquid heat spread inside Peter's ass.
The bathroom was silent for long moments, except for their slowly calming breaths. Peter watched his father in the mirror, questioningly tracing the lines of his face as he pulled his cock out of Peter’s sloppy hole.
"Dad?" Peter asked in a small voice.
Tony sounded utterly spent as he replied, rubbing absently at Peter's hips where his fingers had left livid marks. "What Petey?"
"Am I still grounded?"
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Hey! I was scrolling through some of your older posts and i found the band au one. I was really interested about it so maybe if you haven’t done it, could you do a continuation of it through hcs?
AUHROENFOSHDJNDKD WAIT OHMYGOD ANON THANK YOU IVE BEEN MEANING TO POST MORE STUFF I ALREADY HAVE PLENTY MORE WRITTEN ABOUT EACH SO I HOPE YOURE OK WITH ME POSTING THE BASIC BIOS
HEARTSLAYBUL
A band of five boys looking to enjoy the rest of their highschool experience together before moving on to the real world as adults.
Riddle Rosehearts; A junior at Night Raven, and the young heir to his mother's company. He wishes to do the best he can to take on her business once he graduates, though feels pressured to do so.
Trey Clover; A senior at Night Raven, and Riddle's childhood friend. He looks forward to having enjoyable moments with Riddle and the others before graduating and moving on to college.
Cater Diamond; A senior at Night Raven, and a generally easy-going and "people's person" type of guy with a need to make others around him smile. He thought joining a band might be a good way to promote his social media, and an overall nice change of pace.
Deuce Spade; A sophomore at Night Raven, and a former "bad boy", Deuce is looking to redeem himself so that he can have a pleasant and worry-free highschool experience.
Ace Trappola; A sophomore at Night Raven, and a bonafide flirt as well as an active troublemaker/class clown. He thought joining a band might garner him more attention from girls.
SAVANACLAW
A band of three boys looking to make a change, and their voices heard in the world. Struggling with different issues, they decided to come together to form a band.
Leona Kingscholar; A "super" senior at Night Raven, and the second-born son of a recently-deceased millionaire. Feels as if he was cheated out of his "rightful" inheritance, he hopes to vent his frustrations via music.
Ruggie Bucchi; A junior at Night Raven, and a lower-class student who was lucky to make it to the prestigious school in the first place. He joined Leona's band in hopes of getting famous and being able to give back to the struggling community he grew up in.
Jack Howl; A sophomore at Night Raven, he looks up to his seniors and hopes to support their efforts as best he can, and joins Leona's band to put his drumming skills to good use.
OCTAVINELLE
A band formed by three childhood friends hoping to promote the Monstro Lounge, a restaurant gifted to Azul by his parents. Found out that they enjoy performing together as a band, and decide to continue even after the Lounge gains traction.
Azul Ashengrotto; A junior at Night Raven, and a young yet passionate restaurant owner. He hopes to make it in the restaurant business, and formed a "temporary" band with Floyd and Jade to promote the Lounge.
Jade Leech; A junior at Night Raven, and childhood friend of Azul. He wishes the best for his friend, even if it means joining his band and working at his restaurant.
Floyd Leech; A junior at Night Raven, and childhood friend of Azul. A bit of a loose cannon and rather unpredictable, it was a miracle that he agreed to joining Azul's "temporary" band.
SCARABIA
A duo focused on sharing their culture with others, Kalim's only real goal being to make others smile while Jamil tries his best to keep him out of trouble.
Kalim Al-Asim; A junior at Night Raven, and a wealthy foreign-exchange student sent to attend with his servant, Jamil. He thought it would be fun to perform music and pick up an instrument, hoping to spread the joy his culture brings him to others.
Jamil Viper; A junior at Night Raven, and a fellow foreign-exchange student sent to watch over Kalim while they're overseas attending school. He decided to perform with Kalim as to make sure he wouldn't get in any trouble or messy situations, picking up an instrument as well.
POMEFIORE
A band of three boys formed by an agency with the goal of spreading Vil's influence as a celebrity. Clashing opinions oftentimes cause concern for the stability of their band in the long run.
Vil Schoenheit; A senior at Night Raven, and a famous model/social media influencer hoping to dip his feet and test the waters of the music industry. He demanded that the agency only pick him the "fairest" musicians to choose for his band.
Rook Hunt; A senior at Night Raven, as well as a friend and admirer of Vil's. He decided to pick up the bass in the past but never got serious with it until he heard that Vil was looking to form a band, and asked to join.
Epel Felmier; A sophomore at Night Raven, and a candidate hand-picked by Vil's agency. He hates the thought of being seen as fragile and "pretty", and started learning how to play the drums by Jack. He oftentimes has opinions differing from Vil's, and gets irritated easily by arguing with him.
IGNIHYDE
A pair of siblings hiding anonymously behind the alias of "Ignihyde", they work together as a DJ duo.
Idia Shroud; A senior at Night Raven and a textbook shut-in, he has a talent when it comes to technology, and secretly enjoys making his own music in his free time. Prefers to keep to himself, and is viewed as "the strange student", or even as "mysterious".
Ortho Shroud; A child attending the local middle school, he oftentimes comes after school in hopes of Idia opening up more around others. He was involved in an incident that left him missing a leg and needing a prosthetic, oftentimes joking that he's like a robot because of how the prosthetic is modeled. Asks Idia if he can sing for some of his songs, or at least help him with the instrumentals, even if the answer is usually an embarrassed "no".
DIASOMNIA
A band of four who've known eachother for most of their lives and act as family, and are hoping to stay with eachother for many more. They have decided to create slightly altered "personas" to act as onstage.
Malleus Draconia; A college student attending the local university his grandmother works at, in hopes of taking up her place as a professor once she retires as a means of "continuing her legacy", as Lilia jokingly phrases it. His "onstage persona" is a powerful mage and dragon fae who rules over a civilization.
Lilia Vanrogue; An older college student who never had the chance previously to attend, becoming a father and caretaker by the time he was fresh out of highschool. He used to play the bass, but had to prioritize taking care of Silver and Malleus over his own personal hobbies. He thought it might be fun to start a band with Malleus and Silver. His "onstage persona" is a vampire fae who acts as an advisor to the powerful dragon fae in power.
Silver Vanrogue; A junior at Night Raven, he's a rather sleepy and quiet individual who suffers from narcolepsy, even if it isn't immediately obvious. He's rather indifferent to the idea of being in a band with his father (and Malleus, who he somewhat views as an adoptive brother), and his "onstage persona" is that of a knight training to protect and serve the powerful dragon fae ruling over the faerie civilization.
Sebek Zigvolt; A sophomore at Night Raven, he's actually a rather shy and skittish boy when not acting as his onstage persona, though he's taken to adapting it into his regular behavior to fit his tall and intimidating stature. He decided to join his childhood friend, Silver, in Malleus' band, hoping to grow less shy and to impress Malleus, seeing him as an older brother figure. His "onstage persona" is a rather boisterious yet serious knight-in-training, hoping to live up to his master's expectations and more.
EXTRA INFO
- Night Ravens is a group formed by all seven main vocalists to perform a song for homecoming week, as per the request of the oh-so-generous Principal Crowley.
- No magic exists in this AU. Think of it as a sort of "spin-off" BanG Dream! universe.
- The Diasomnia boys still go by their names onstage, though they act differently according to their onstage personas.
- Each dorm name is their band name. For example, Octavinelle would perform regularly at the Monstro Lounge.
- Any boy that might have "strange" or non-human features are human. If they get body modifications (such as the twins with their teeth, perhaps) then they keep it, but Malleus doesn't have horns offstage, the Savanaclaw boys don't have animalistic features, the Octavinelle boys cannot turn into mermen (sea creatures?), and both Idia and Ortho have normal hair, even if it may be dyed.
- Ortho is a normal human boy, though he lost his left leg in a currently unspecified incident that might be delved into at a later point in time. All that will be currently mentioned is that Idia feels immense guilt and like he was the one responsible for it happening.
- In this AU, it isn't specified whether Silver is adopted or if he's Lilia's biological son. Malleus was put into Lilia's care as his parents couldn't be bothered to raise him/make the time to care for him and his grandmother is busy as a well-known and highly-regarded university professor.
- The setting that this AU takes place in is a city based in a country similar to the United States, and works on the United States school system. This is moreso for convenience on my end, though as it is unspecified it can be adapted to other school systems as needed.
- The faculty are all teachers at the school, though Sam runs an on-campus convenience store. Yuu is the insert character, and Grim is an online friend of Yuu who very conveniently happens to attend Night Raven as well.
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst headcanons#twst au#band au#riddle rosehearts#trey clover#cater diamond#deuce spade#ace trappola#leona kingscholar#ruggie bucchi#jack howl#azul ashengrotto#jade leech#floyd leech#kalim al asim#jamil viper#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#epel felmier#idia shroud#ortho shroud#malleus draconia#lilia vanrouge#twst silver#sebek zigvolt
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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 25
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TWs/SUMMARY: Drugs and alcohol. Vague reference to Britishguy Funnyname being Smaug. Gen-Z humor. Reader throwing it back. You can pry my headcanon of Sam being a good dancer from my cold, dead hands.
I literally have a playlist titled "party in Stark tower but a Gen-Z is the DJ". It's good for house parties & dancing. Throw it back my ladies theybies and gentlemen ✌🏻😔
As soon as we heard the muted cheering coming from the spot we'd last seen our friends, my and Loki's head minutely turned in that direction, and only centuries of practice on his end prevented us from colliding with another couple dancing nearby.
Stephen Strange was a... Vision. He was something else, for sure, tight black suit with a sophisticated scale pattern shining silver in the candlelight; the same pattern decorating parts of his face and head, convoluting in a set of small, raised grey-white horns. And his eyes - his eyes glowed like the molten embers of an unholy fire, yellow and gold. He looked terrifying and dangerous and delicious.
And he was looking at us, a cocky smirk on his pale lips and a glass of scotch idly held in a black, gloved hand.
Loki cleared his throat.
I averted my gaze, briefly locking my eyes with Loki's - red and wide. So I wasn't the only one that felt an indescribable sort of animalistic magnetism when looking at the Sorcerer Supreme. "Magic?" I asked, to take my mind off the awkwardness.
"Indeed," Loki replied curtly, stepping slightly closer to me. "Simplistic, but powerful magic. It seems like you had struck a sensitive spot within the Sorcerer," With a great deal of teasing, Loki grinned his trademark 'I-am-trouble' grin.
I chewed on my lip in thought. Low confidence much, Stephen? "We can both agree he is hot as fuck, a gorgeous piece of man, and continue with our party," I spoke after a brief moment, raising an eyebrow towards Loki, hoping to cut the shit at its roots. The trickster couldn't pretend he was unaffected, I had seen his brain stutter.
"Let's shall," He smiled, for real this time, and led us back to our friends. "Strange," Loki's voice was, perhaps, a tad more breathy than usual. I wouldn't blame him for shooting his shot if Stephen actually swung that way.
"Doctor Wizard," Game face: ON, I made my biggest, most innocent eyes and fluttered my wings for the dramatic effect as I made my way back to Bruce. Tony was gone and so was his glass of whiskey - I assumed he had went to schmooze. Bruce patted his lap and I obediently sat down, placing myself nearly face-to-face with the sorcerer.
"Good evening," It took my brain a moment to register that the deep, guttural voice was coming indeed from Stephen himself. "Forgive my tardiness, I was held up at the Sanctum." He stared right at me, flashing those unbelievable eyes in what seemed like amusement. I couldn't tell.
"Smaug," My brain blurted out for some reason. I mean, the eyes, the scales, the voice...
"Touchè," He nodded, saluting me with his glass and taking a hefty swig. "I can't say I'm very trendy," The way he said the word was obviously meant to insult current fashions, "But for an old man like me, I clean up nicely." The little shit-eating grin just about killed me on the spot. Bruce chuckled behind me.
"I won't disagree," I twirled the straw of a drink Bruce had passed me, faking coyness and trying to gather my thoughts in some resemblance of an order. "The eyes are impressive."
"Thank you," Stephen chuckled. "That, and the voice, took some time and patience."
So, he noticed. I was fucked. So, so fucked. I needed more alcohol. "Where's Wanda?" I asked nobody in particular.
"She's dancing with Natasha," Bruce answered, watching me and Stephen with a knowing smirk. The green in his eyes didn't intensify and I took the brief moment to softly touch my lips to his, so quickly it might have been mistaken for a trick of the eye by any peeping stranger. Stephen's close vicinity did something to me. "Wanna go dance with the girls, Princess?" Bruce leaned away slightly, the brown of his irises flashing a glowing green. Oh, he was affected, too.
Stephen Strange, you sly, sly bastard.
"Yes, daddy," I whispered into his ear - just to watch him shudder all over and the hand on my bare thigh briefly turn green, grabbing my flesh possessively... As well as hear Stephen's sharp inhale, the brightening of his eyes. I sashayed off, satisfied with my small act of revenge.
I approached Natasha and Wanda carefully, taking care not to startle them.
"Finally," The witch sighed, moving slowly and precisely to the music with Natasha by her side. "I thought I would find you and Loki in the supply closet." She sounded... Slightly jealous, to be honest.
"Nah, we were thirsting over Strange," I rebuffed the implications firmly.
Natasha whistled. "I can see why."
"I know, right? Almost got Brucie to drag me out of here caveman style with that voodoo shit," I laughed soundly, looking around for the DJ booth. The music was... Nice, but definitely not for solo or group dancing. "You wanna go with me or stay here? I'll bribe the DJ into playing something more... Dancy," I said, reaching into my bra to pull out a fat roll of cash.
"Oh, I want to see that," Natasha proclaimed, pulling me towards our destination by the hand. Wanda followed obediently and curiously. In ten minutes I spent making puppy eyes, Natasha was giving DJ her best murder face and Wanda blankly stared at the array of electronics, I became $300 poorer but the tunes playing overhead slowly turned away from dark rock and into club bass territory.
When a particular song began playing, I pulled out my two girls behind me without a twitch, snagging and downing two shots from a tray standing on the bar. "Tuesday on mind, think about you all the time..." I sang along, body falling into the familiar rhythm of bopping to house music. Natasha joined quickly whereas Wanda was a little confused... But still, she had the spirit.
Few more songs and few more shots in, I was feeling myself. Wanda was tipsy, too, as she had followed in my footsteps upon Natasha's amused urging. Slowly but surely, we danced and drank our way back to our table.
Tony and Stephen were engaged in a staring contest - which was quite funny to me in my state. Tony didn't flinch, didn't blink, just traced his thumb along his jawline just like every time he was deep in thought.
"Loki!" Wanda happily exclaimed, disrupting the tense silence with a fit of drunken giggling. "She bribed the DJ, that was so cool!" The witch snorted as me and Natasha let out slightly embarrassed laughs. Technically, Wanda was still underage and - unsurprisingly - a total lightweight.
"Let's get some fresh air, darling," Loki approached the situation courteously, holding the girl steady and gently steering her towards the patio.
I took the empty chair immediately, plopping with little grace, throwing a leg over the other and leaning back in my chair, exposing the sparkling skin of my legs.
"You're responsible for this noise?" Stephen gestured to the people dancing, now much more closely and loosely, all over the room.
"Baby girl, if you keep dancing like that, I won't mind the terrible noise," Tony winked at me salaciously, evidently having seen me throwing it back like a pro despite my heels and fancy dress. "Where'd you learn that?"
"I just had lots of practice... " I trailed off insinuatingly, eyeing each man for a moment longer than necessary. The darkness in their eyes answered all my questions, the alcohol on my blood making me much bolder in my leering towards them both. I wasn't hiding my eyes as they lazily ran over Stephen's and then Tony's form. The latter knew what it meant, usually his pants were undone in mere minutes after I looked at him like that.
Today, I was a Fae. I was supposed to be playful and I was going to play. My eyes averted before they reached Tony's, focusing instead on Natasha and being all but thrown around by an overly excited Thor. The spy took it like a champ, I doubt I could survive the space-lambada or whatever the fuck it was that the inebriated Asgardian was doing.
A somber silence hung over us, each person eyeing the others with secretive looks. Despite the situation having the full potential to be hot, it was starting to get a little bit unsettling. If I was honest with myself I had completely no idea how to party with old people. Bruce didn't seem to be the dancing kind, Strange looked way too unapproachable and Tony was well on his way to getting shitfaced. I hid behind my drink as I scouted the dance floor for Clint or Sam figuring that they probably wouldn't refuse me a dance or three.
Bingo. Sam caught my eyes quickly and made way to our table in response to the dejected look I gave him. "Sup, baby?" The Falcon-turned-Greek-demigod asked me as he promptly downed a glass of water. The sheen of sweat covering his face indicated he wasn't the one to sit around with a phat beat in the background. "Wanna bust some moves?'
"Sure do," I replied, taking hold of his outstretched hand. "Tony and Stephen are way too busy flirting to dance with me." I pouted, ignoring Tony's indignant shrieking and Sam's laughter. We found ourselves a cozy little spot between all the grinding, writhing sweaty bodies, just barely in direct eyesight of the pouting men we'd left at the table.
"Are you making moves on me now?" Sam laughed as our bodies slid close and moved to the rhythm in perfect sync. The man met all my expectations, he had all the prerequisites for being a good dancer and he did not disappoint.
"Nah, Bird, you've been friend zoned," I snarked, alcohol loosening my lips. "I already have my hands full with my geniuses, sorry man." I was twirled and spun, my hands promptly landing back on his chest. It wasn't that much different than dancing dirty during one of the house parties I used to frequent. Just a lot less pelvic thrusting...
Sam threw his head back, baring his pearly whites in mirth. "At least spare this man a good dance?" The bass dipped lower and I found myself turned around, facing Tony, Bruce and Stephen. Their smirks were dark and nearly identical as they watched me slot and sway my hips in rhythm with the man behind me. "I know you got some moves, baby, don't be shy," Sam teased me.
Who was I to deny such a polite request?Alcohol was fueling my bravery and all but evaporating my sense of shame. Aw, yiss. In short, I was throwing ass like crazy and Sam - Sam was catching it, expertly. My dress wasn't deterring me in the slightest bit, adding an extra flair to my movements. In a moment, my worries were forgotten and replaced by a rush of endorphins coming from the pure joy brought on by dancing.
We danced until my feet hurt. At some point Sam was swished away by a tall, beautiful woman and I traded places with some other girl, landing in the arms of a bulky blonde man dressed as Aquaman. In my drunken haze, Jason Momoa had nothing on him. I threw it back like there was no tomorrow, downing a drink that was given to me with little regard.
Tony's eyes met mine. He was watching me like a hawk, taking tantalising little sips of his whiskey and licking his lips every now and then, diverting his attention only to absentmindedly nod in Strange's direction or smile at a person who wanted a piece of his spotlight. I consumed all of Tony's free attention span. It made me feel powerful, invincible.
I danced a bit more before the booze got to me, making me feel a little too woozy for comfort. Eyes on the table, I stumbled my way to Tony, noisily plopping down in his lap.
His mouth was set in a firm line. "Having fun, Princess?"
"Yeah," I moaned, hugging him around the neck. My body was heating up rapidly, my heart raced. Wait a minute... "Shit," I came to a conclusion as quickly as Stephen's eyebrows rose when he took a look at my face.
"Are you high?" The sorcerer asked me with a deal of concern.
"Prolly," I spoke, sighing. Did I pop X at some point? My memory was hazy. "I'm good tho. Give me some water and I'll be good," I knew my drugs, okay? A little bit of extasy didn't hurt anybody now and then. I had stayed mostly clean ever since my and Tony's and Bruce's relationship started.
To my surprise, Tony chuckled. "I really have no place to judge, Princess, but a warning would have been nice. I hope you had the common sense to get that shit tested, at least." He spoke, slowly stroking my damp hair and allowing me to all but rub myself on him. He smelled so good.
"Tony, please," Stephen rolled his eyes, evidently preparing for a lecture.
I stopped him in his tracks. "Don't act like you're a saint, seventy percent of college students I know do Adderall and coke just to keep up with the curriculum. I call bullshit."
Tony snorted as Stephen rolled his eyes, looking away. Predictable. For all that Strange wanted to appear high and mighty, he wasn't shit. I'd googled him and asked around about him shortly after we'd first met. The sorcerer was no stranger to the lifestyles of the rich and famous. He had more than a few invitation-only parties behind his back. I couldn't wait to tear the self-satisfied, smug smirk off the bastard's face.
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coming back was a mistake
the reader bonds with kai over their shared dislike of mystic falls
kai parker x fem!reader
word count: 2494
warnings: language, the POV’s are changing
music: poa alpina by biosphere
This damn hole hasn’t changed a bit. The same old story: clean, tongue-licked glowing welcome sign. There we go. Then there will be this turn on the left... oh no, wait, bless, the road has been destroyed. The wooden white bridge connects this part of the highway with the town, and here we go. First houses, Livingstones used to live here, and their son was bullied by literally everyone at school, because he always had stupid haircuts. Word is, he’s dead. Welcome to Mystic Falls, the town where normal people can last up to one year.
Your house was still standing on the 19th November Street, cuddled by dry rose bushes. Apalling. All the other houses on the street have it together. The window sills are freshly painted and the porch is clean, the flowers are watered and cut, and then there’s this fucking outrage of a dwelling where the remains of your family reside.
You had to keep your act together but this town just infuriated you. You couldn’t understand why people would stay here when they could leave right after they’ve turned of age. What kept them? The charming crab-shaped park where everybody stored their dead bodies? The library on the main square where the entitled old lady has been residing for the last 500 years and telling you off for breathing? The blood-red clock tower dinging and donging every damn twenty minutes. No, wait, it must be the staggering fifteen streets. It must be the magic of running into your parents on the Market Street at ten am when you’re supposed to be at school. It’s the neighbors watch, the bored, jaded people’s desire to know everything about everybody. It must be all the supernatural jerks swarming here, killing everybody left and right, acting like their collective age is twenty years old. The fashion in this city has not changed since two thousand and thirteen, either. Nothing did.
The blood-red clock tower was still announcing the midnight hour through the dense hot air, the cars were still disgustingly clean like the citizens had nothing else to do except wash their cars all day long; Damon Salvatore still had the bitch expression on his face, fuming over the next this-just-in ghoul drama, pacing slowly in the living room of his ridiculous, always half-lit mansion with a glass of bourbon in his hand. Stefan was still miserable. Elena’s hair was still golden-black, smooth like a mirror, and you were still mortally tired of all this.
You could feel your negativity fill you up to your throat and eating on you as you drove up to the house and looked at it. The light was on, but nobody came out to meet you.
You were still coming once a year.
You sighed and turned off the engine, then left the car. It’s just a week. Then you can come back home and start pretending you don’t have Mystic Falls past again. The thought of going back home, running back like a rabbit, was what got you through every year.
You walked up the porch. The door wasn’t locked.
He liked this space here. The tenth row, seventeenth seat. He was like a cat, choosing the perfect spot. From here, he could see the clearing between the trees on the other side of the field, where a lady was walking her adorable huskie every evening at eight sharp. The dog was damn smart and the lady wasn’t. Kai had no idea how smart she actually was, she just didn’t look smart. The field below was empty now that it was summer and the eerie hollow feeling gave him a lot of kicks. The place that’s supposed to be full of people, literally made for big gatherings, the seats and all, empty, gave a special vibe. Looking around it, especially at the evening hour, when August was doing its best in the skies, was strangely nice. Nobody saw this side of Kai Parker when he was just sitting quietly, an expression of satisfaction on his face, on his chosen spot, and observed this quiet empty place like a little black king.
He saw somebody and went invisible in a second out of some instinct he couldn’t explain. It’s been some time since his presence caused an outcry of anguish among the party of people... a lot of time, actually. Nowadays, people would just roll their eyes. Don’t care. They’re the losers, living in this boring swamp, fidgeting with their pathetic drama every day. Kai didn’t know how they managed to tolerate themselves. And the hair! Everybody had this inexplicably perfect hair, glistening like they all wore wigs.
Oh my god.
What if they all wear wigs?!
Kai started giggling, thinking about that.
He was now looking at this girl in a crop top that matched the color of her skin. The girls do that, they wear the tops that match their skin which Kai finds very suggestive. Okay, you have all my attention.
Cruising around this unbearable place, he has familiarized with all the faces, and this one was new right away. She started running. You know how people usually jog, without a hurry, with the dumb light-hearted expressions on their faces, and the 90% of them always imagine they’re in some expensive automobile commercial. It helps them jof. This one ran. She did two tours around the field and stopped. Wrong, you’re supposed to walk or else your heart will burst. She stood, her hands on her thighs, her face up, and watched the sky. Kai had no idea why he was hiding from her, but he felt too comfortable now to manifest himself. She was listening to her music in her earphones and looking at the slowly drifting long clouds, and she looked like she was either pissed or very thirsty. Leaning a bit backwards, she just gave him the honors. The ribs were heaving, her stomach breathing for her. Her hand came up to her throat. Kai tried to picture her at the Mystic Grill, or on the main square; whether she looked similar to anybody he’s seen here; he looked at her hands and arms, the way she moved her jaw as if those pretty lilac clouds have done something to her and she was about to get even. She shook her head animalistically, getting rid of some thought. Girl, I know that. You’re trying to shake them all off through your ears, it doesn’t work. He felt for this pretty, collected lady who ran around the track like she was chasing somebody for a murder. Kai liked that kind of interaction the most; when he pretended they had connected. That they had a conversation. When nobody could argue with his illusion they had something in common.
He liked how she had her hair, a bit messy but feminine; the way she looked around dispassionately like she’s had enough of whatever shit she had going on. Like she seemed as if she was a separate entity. Her elbow pointed aside, with some kind of expectation.
Then she gave up. She put on a hoodie she’d thrown onto a first row seat and started walking up slowly. One, two three... four rows... Kai watched her curiously. He never doubted his magic. That’s right, not ever. You know.
But when she passed row nine he tilted his head. She came up to his row and started walking. Now, if she sits right on him, she will feel it. He will, too, and of course he won’t mind, but the girls usually freak out if they try to take a seat somewhere and there’s an invisible dude. Not that Kai had practiced it a lot. He just knew they didn’t like being stalked on. He didn’t really care. He doesn’t know her. If she’s a part of this town, screw her. She’s pretty up close, though, such a nice, frowning face, big eyes. She took the next seat to him and they almost rubbed shoulders. If she took off her earphones she would hear Kai breathe next to her. Instead, he was listening to slow ambient. It went well with the evening sky.
Together, they watched the huskie and the lady run around in the field behind the footbal field. Then she shivered a little in her hoodie. Kai wished he could read her mind when she started crying. When people don’t know they’re being watched, they cry in a very specific fashion. Kai was sure it wasn’t the huskie that upset her; it had something to do with her standing and watching the sky, rubbing her elbows with nervous fingers.
Or maybe she was unhappy with her running time, who gives a fuck.
You were watching this dude. The Grill did not appreciate him the way they should’ve. First of all, he was different breed. People come and go, but the type is always the same. This one was not the type. You had no idea who he was, but he was damn entertaining. Unapologetic singer. Stretching the notes like nobody was watching. Singing for the soul. He enjoyed himself the harder the more confused people looked, throwing awkward glances in his direction. His self esteem was on point as he expressed the ultimate artistic freedom through his bad singing, skipping the words masterfully and changing the melody on a whim. When the song was finally over, nobody clapped, and you felt that truly, he was the underrated artist, the local gem. Where Mystic Falls citizens cared for how others perceive them, he didn’t give a shit about it; while they side eyed their friends judging him silently, he was glowing with self-satisfaction. He was a bad singer, and a bad dancer; he chose an old song nobody knew, and did the finger guns at the DJ as he left the stage. A collective sigh of relief shuddered over the bar; you leaned over the counter, and the bartender nodded at you.
“Pass a cider to that guy. Tell him he saved my evening”.
Jerry was the name of the bartender. He was the new guy, because almost all bar people at the Grill were always human, which meant they died all the time. They all looked exactly the same though, and Jerry was no different from Evan, from seven years ago. Short dark hair, dimples, could star in American Pie. He smirked and nodded again.
The guy has just landed at the counter with a swing. He sighed happily as Jerry put the glass in front of him. You weren’t watching, because you didn’t feel like it; you made the sincere gesture of friendliness, no need to take it further. However, you should’ve known what would happen next. No good deed ever goes unpunished in this world.
You spotted him with the corner of your eye as he approached you, with the cider you ordered for him, and sat next to you.
“Well, that’s not too bad at all...” he started.
You turned to the guy - who looked rather like a boy who got stuck in his post-teenage phase - sharply.
“Please, don’t take it personal. It was not intended that way. It’s just a drink, so, drink it”.
For a second, he just watched you, as if challenging you for more talking. Then he shrugged.
“Somebody’s feeling antisociable today”.
And sipped a little from the glass.
“I usually take cocktails, the sweeter the better, just so you know”.
You sighed. A part of you knew you would regret it. But you still did it. Why? You looked in front of you, meeting your own miserable face in the reflection of the mirror wall behind the bar. The guy kept talking.
“I mean, it’s so nice to start acquiring the fan base, I guess, you can get a lot of things as a rock star. I’ve always wanted to be one”.
“You won’t be a rock star for your singing voice”, you noted.
Drinking alone at the Grill sometimes made you do weird stuff. But it was a tradition.
“Huh? You didn’t like it?”
“I enjoyed how much it confused everybody else”.
The guy expressed an ‘oof’ emotion.
“I’m sensing some xenophobia here. You hate this place, too?”
You didn’t answer. The guy sighed mockingly, as if he was pretending. He sounded like a hyperactive child, and in spite of your very self, you found him relatable.
“I say to myself every day”, he went on, in a slightly more serious voice, “Kai, today you’re leaving Mystic Falls. I’m not in the place where I can tolerate this boredom any more, you know? But this thing... keeps me here. I can’t wait to...”
You blinked and looked at him.
“Kai? Your name is Kai?”
“Uh, yeah”.
He clincked his glass on yours.
“Cheers”.
“What’s it short for?”
He didn’t look too proud saying,
“Malachai”.
You dropped your jaw.
“That is the coolest name I’ve ever heard. Malachai? Seriously?”
He lit up a little bit, straightening his back with praise.
“Yeah”.
“Dude, this is badass. Show me your ID!”
His dark eyes were laughing. You finally took a proper look of him. There was something foreign about him although he spoke very clear American English. It was a different kind of foreign: alien. Given it’s Mystic Falls, stagnating in its own revolving old routine, alien was good even if it was dangerous.
“You wanna see my ID?” he chuckled. He looked down on you with an adoring glint in his eye as though he was admiring something he saw. His reactions were inexplicable.
“Yeah, I wanna see how it’s spelt. Come on, Malachai, it’s so boring here. Show me”.
He sniffed through his nose.
“Okay”.
He had to stand up a little bit to take his ID from the back pocket of his jeans. You looked at it, visualizing his unusual name. Malachai Parker sounded fucking elite. He’s come a long way from Oregon, too. You wondered what he was doing here and was about to ask, but your glance got hooked on the year of birth.
“1972? You were born in...”
Frustration filled you slowly like lake water. Of course, the only interesting, good-looking character who’s fun enough, will be one of the messy freaks, here. You passed the card back to him.
“Are you one of them?”
Malachai didn’t look confused or insecure which further advanced your disappointment.
“What do you mean?” he asked with a grin, playing with you.
“I’m not having this tonight”.
You downed your glass, feeling earthly tired. Like the earth. The Earth, that’s billion of years old, like that.
You stood up to walk away.
“I’m not one of the vampires”, Kai chanted, turning on his seat.
You shrugged.
“Even worse”.
He watched you as you went, his eyes not leaving your back until you were out of the door. Then he realized he still didn’t have your name.
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LUIGI'S MANSION 3 HEADCANONS
There's a lot of headcanons I have for everyone sosnsjsnsn so enjoy!!!
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General ghost headcanons
Ghosts don't technically NEED TO eat and sleep, but a lot of them do both anyways because it's a pleasant experience, and a lot of them never stopped those habits after they died.
Ghosts can make themselves solid and transparent as they like; meaning they can make themselves solid to interact with objects and people (like Luigi), but can also make themselves transparent to go through walls, people, etc.
Not all ghosts are people who died - some ghosts are born that way. Portrait Ghosts/Boss Ghosts however ARE people who died.
Ghosts curl their tails together as a sign of affection, akin to holding hands.
Ghosts can change their bodies a little bit, like extending limbs, etc. Some ghosts (like Morty....mostly just him) like to change their tails into legs from time to time!
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Hotel Staff
The hotel was functional before the events of the game, and served as a hotel for ghosts. The staffing was the same (i.e. all of the portrait ghosts were there) as well as some of the Goobs and other ghosts working for the hotel.
Even though they're ghosts and don't technically NEED TO rest or anything, the staff still have an end to their work days to sleep and do as they'd like...but they still have to work LONG days.
On the second floor on the left side of the hallway, there's a door that leads to a hallway containing a set of rooms for the hotel staff to stay in, since they all live there.
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Steward
He died in the 1940s at the age of 25, working as a bellboy - he lost control of a trolley of luggage and fell down a flight of stairs, snapped his spine, and was smothered/suffocated under the luggage when it fell on top of him.
He has nightmares sometimes about his death.
He overworks himself to please Hellen because he MUST Be A Good Worker. He does the jobs of at least three people all at once and is constantly moving.
He's very anxious and is prone to having anxiety attacks.....about work and just life in general.
He's trans and gay and is dating Kruller!
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Chambrea
Chambrea was murdered in the 1940s on her way home from work one evening, by an unknown man. She was 36.
She's a HUGE Gossip, and she loves to listen in on people's conversations to get the Tea. She's known to spread rumors and not have all the facts though...so take her gossip with a grain of salt.
She has a HUGE crush on Johnny Deepend. (She's into very toned guys.)
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Kruller
Kruller died in the 1980s at 42 years old, from a heart attack while running around on the job. He had high blood pressure and high cholesterol from poor diet his whole life that led to the heart attack.
He feels much more confident with his sunglasses on.
He wears glasses when he's off the clock. Poor guy can't see without them! His sunglasses are prescription too.
He LOVES board games!
He's really nervous and easily flustered! He tries really hard to be tough, but in the end he can't do it because he's just a really sweet guy.
He falls asleep on the job a lot.
He's Bi and loves his boyfriend Steward!
He's best friends with Morty and DJ Phantasmagloria!
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Chef Soulfflé
Soulfflé died in the early 1910s after getting locked in the freezer overnight of the kitchen he worked at. He was 51.
He thinks all of the food he made is Top of the Line, and he WILL get angry if you say otherwise.
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Amadeus Wolfgeist
Amadeus died in the late 1700s from an aneurysm brought on by his temper after a performance. He was 49 years old.
He sleeps in his piano more often than in his room in the hotel. He prefers solitude and doesn't like being around the others. Most of his free time IS spent alone in his theater or dressing room.
He has a BIG sweet tooth and can't resist sweets....especially donuts!
He doesn't like DJ Phantasmagloria's music.
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King MacFrights
Died in the mid 1300s at the age of 41 in battle, when he took a Lance to the chest and was impaled.
He's very sensitive about his height and he will get VERY angry if you comment on it at all.
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Dr. Potter
Died in the late 1970s from old age at 85.
He was a recluse and took care of dozens upon dozens of plants all at once and he loved every one of them dearly.
He sweet talked his plants and would Hum to them softly as he made his way through his gardens.
He names every single one of his plants!
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Morty
Morty died in 1972 at 37 years old, when a stage light fell on him after he uttered the word "Macbeth" in the theater. He didn't believe the superstition.
His real name is Mortimer, but he prefers Morty. Don't ever call him Mort he will Kill You (unless You're Kruller. He's the only friend who's allowed to call him that)
Morty was an actor as well as a director when he was alive and performed in theater, plays, musicals, etc as well as on film.
He was fluent in a handful of languages including English, French, and Italian.
He has a wonderful singing voice and also performed in an opera or two!
After he died Morty continued to haunt the theater he died in for a good decade at least. Mostly he spent his time moping about and crying in the theater, upset over his death.....the locals began to tell stories of the Weeping Ghost that haunted the theater, and his death became a sort of joke - the man who died because of a superstition and now spent his days crying about it. Morty did NOT like that and that just made him ANGRIER.
Eventually he got fed up with that place and in a fit of rage absolutely trashed the place before leaving to find a new place to live, coming upon the Hotel and being given a job there by Hellen.
He's got a big gay crush on Luigi let's be real here guys. They're dating!
He has a fainting couch in the studio that he'll throw himself onto while wailing....he's a big drama king after all!
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Ug
Ug was trampled to death and then eaten by a T-rex, around 30 years old.
He doesn't understand anything going on in the rest of the hotel and is prone to destroying everything he sees, so he just stays in the museum.
Thog Ug don't care.
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Clem
Clem died in the 1960s due to exposure from the various toxins, diseases, etc. In the sewers where he worked. He was about 28 years old.
He has a rubby ducky collection!
He collects things that people drop down the drains/that end up in the sewers with him, and will bring them back up to be found and collected.
He's dating that weird mop with a face drawn onto it. It's been a steady three year relationship so far.
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Serpci
Serpci died around 2000 BC~ at the age of 31, being sacrificed to the Gods. She was the reigning queen at the time, and gave herself up to the Gods for a better afterlife, as well as to help her people flourish.
She's very attentive to how she looks and dresses; a queen such as herself must always look the part, you know.
She's intrigued by all of the new technology and things around the hotel, and enjoys going from floor to floor, learning about it all. Though she does get a bit scared of things like movies, DJ Phantasmagloria's music, etc...
She's a lesbian and is dating DJ Phantasmagloria!
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Nikki, Ginny, Lindsey
The triplets died at the age of 12 when a magic trick misfired, and caused the building they were performing in to catch fire and burn to the ground, in the early 1980s.
Ginny is the oldest, Lindsey is the middle child, and Nikki is the youngest.
They like to switch and change hairstyles to confuse others as to which triplet is which!
They think all love and romance and affection between the adults is GROSS!!
The three of them will flock to Chambrea when in need of comfort....the maid is almost like a pseudo-guardian to the three girls, and reminds them of their mom.
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Captain Fishhook
Died in the late 1600s during a conflict between his pirate ship, and a band of soldiers. He was shot in the chest and fell overboard, only to be ripped apart by a shark.
The shark however did not survive attempting to eat the captain and died as well.
He very much likes how he looks now and thinks he's a lot more intimidating than he ever was when he was alive!!!
Despite the fact that he thinks and acts like a human, he has an animalistic side as well and sometimes succumbs to those instincts.
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Johnny Deepend
He died at the age of 26 around the 1980s, when his swimming trunks got caught on the drain of a pool and he drowned.
He's very cocky and confident about his looks and he loves to show off his muscles.
He's a bit of an asshole......he's just a straight fuck boy, honestly.
He knows Chambrea's head over heels for him, but she isn't his.....type. Not thin or young or pretty enough for him.
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DJ Phantasmagloria
She died in the 1970s after overdosing on ecstasy, when she was 29 years old.
She's self conscious of her actual hair and doesn't like it all that much, which is a big reason as to why she wears wigs all the time.
DJ Phantasmagloria is her stage name! When she's not performing, she just goes by Gloria.
She tends to call people "baby" and "sweetheart" as friendly pet names.
She's dating Serpci and is very.....very gay for her gorgeous girlfriend!!
She really enjoys Amadeus' music, even if he doesn't like hers. She understands! She loves listening to him perform.
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Hellen Gravely
She killed herself in the 1930s at the age of 43.
She was a model for a period of time before her death. She didn't become the owner of the hotel until she'd already been dead for a few years, but it had been an ambition of hers in her life.
She HATED how she looked as she started to get older, and layered on the makeup to make herself look young and pretty again.
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THE CLUB starring Bill Skarsgard as William Casik 8
Warnings: angst, SMUT
ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 ch5 ch 6 ch 7 ch 9 ch 10
He stroked her hair after letting go. Watched her look at him as she held back tears. He grinned at Alice wiping her tears away. “I told you no one would touch you but me and I meant it.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered before she leaned down to kiss him.
He grabbed her hips tugging them into him as he roughly kissed her back. Tongue prodding for her to open. Once she does, he twists his tongue around hers and she hungerly does the same. Alice’s hips now rocking into him. They take a quick breath before attacking each other again.
“Is there some where private we can go, Sir?” Alice begs as his lips move to the sweetest tender spot on her neck. “Oh, fuck Please Sir.”
He grins, “No need for that Alice. Look around you. Tell me what you see happening.”
She looks around the room. the lights have dimmed. There are couples and groups making the most of their time together. Very few of them have any cloths on at all. All of them are at various stages of sexual exploration. Alice’s eyes are wide.
“Tell me what you see, Alice,” he orders.
“I think everyone here are fucking around, Sir.” She looks back at him with surprise. “And they are almost all naked.”
He chuckles, “So that means they won’t notice us at all.” He pulls off her dress tossing it beside them. He buries his face between her breasts and pops the back of her bra off with one hand. He pulls at it with his teeth until she lets it slide off her arms. He spits out the bra on her dress. “Now we match the others. We are half naked.” He pulls his jacket off. And starts to unbutton his dress shirt.
“Are you? Are we? Right here in front of this whole room of people?” She grabs his hands.
He grabs her wrists, “I told you I want to take you right on the bar and since no one else is occupying it that is exactly what I plan to do. Trust me its stable enough.”
Others start to moan as they get deeper into their animalistic behaviors. The music stopped for the night as the DJ parties with a few people behind his turntable.
Alice’s legs around her man right above his pant line when he stands. She holds tight with her legs and arms pulling herself against him. He undoes and drops his dress pants along with his boxers. He slides a finger in and out of her bum as he carries her to bar.
Alice tries to move away from what he is doing but if she lets go, she knows he will most likely let her fall for not taking whatever he offers. “Sir, what are you doing?” she moans body feeling loose.
“Anything I want,” he growled pushing her back on to the bar. He hovers over Alice his eyes on fire with lust. “Your about to get fucked Alice.” He grins as he pulls one of her legs up on his shoulder. Her other leg holding around his waist.
Alice closes her eyes looking away from him as he starts inside her. She moans softly at first going through the motions as she usually does with William. Then she cries out as he starts to thrust harder, going in deeper than she’s ever felt. Her walls pulsing burning with initial rejection of his length and girth. “To...much…” She cries.
“Fuck, I know, so fucking tight,” He backs out going in again a bit slower as he stretches her. “Should have had this pussy stretched out by now.” He pants, “Never felt you like this.” His mind tangles around the situation.
Alice’s nails dig into his back as her hips rise and fall with his every move until she finds some comfort. “Ok…uh…oh…your…oh damn, its good there, Sir.”
“Fuck I know its good, Alice.” He starts thrusting quicker again deep inside. “Best pussy I ever had.” He grits his teeth.
Both of them really moaning out now. Sweat pours off theirr bodies. Pleasure pain ripping through Alice’s body. The feeling he gave her when she first came starting to bubble up inside her. “More, Sir” she whines out loud.
He lets loose groaning with each hard thrust. “Come with me Alice.” He positions himself to rub against her clit until her back aches from the friction.
“Yes, Sir.” She moans out, “OH MY FUCKING…” as the pleasure takes her to new heights.
“FUCK YES yes oh yes…” He washes her walls with his seed. “fuck” He leans his forehead against hers. “I don’t know what the fuck you’ve done to me, but you certainly should have done it sooner.”
She whimpers as he holds himself inside her still.
He brushes her drenched hair back to kiss her lips. Looks at the discomfort on her face. “You’re fine Alice. It’s just so warm inside you I could fall asleep like this.”
“Please, don’t Sir,” She begs.
“Alright, Alice.” He leans down to kiss her again. “I’ll take you to our room so we can rest some. But I’m going to need this again as soon am able. And tomorrow I’m hitting that luscious ass of your.”
She whines when their connection is severed. She never wanted and not wanted something so much in her life. It was like something was missing once he had pulled out. She koalaed her body around him as he took them to a large master bedroom.
He laid with Alice in the bed letting her cuddle close which he had never done before. No other woman had ever gotten any actual sleep with him in his personal bedroom. But he covered her to make sure she was warm before he drifted off to sleep.
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@djs-muses | @iim-a-pilot said: Look into my eyes - Morg @ LP please~
Send “Look Into My Eyes!” & My Muse will BOLD What They See!
I see:
Absolute Conviction | Aggression | Ambition | Anger | Anxiety | Apathy | Arrogance | Bloodthirst | Bravery | Compassion | Confidence | Conflict | Courage | Darkness | Defeat | Denial | Desire | Despair | Determination | Devotion | Disappointment | Distrust | Dominance | Emptiness | an Enemy | Enlightenment | Envy | Excitement | Exhaustion | Elitism | Experience | Fear | a Friend | a Future | Gentleness | Greed | Grief | Guilt | Honesty | Honor | Hope | Hostility | Ignorance | an Illness | Insecurity | Integrity | Intoxication | Kindness | Lies | Loneliness | Longing | Loss | a Lover | Loyalty | Malicious Intent | Mania | Melancholy | Misery | Negativity | Overcompensation | Pain | Paranoia | Passion | Perseverance | Pettiness | Pity | Positivity | Pressure | Pride | a Purpose | Racism | Regret | Resentment | Resignation | Resolve | Sadness | Self-Hatred | Sexism | Shattered Remains | a Shining Light | Something Familiar | Spite | Stress | Stupidity | Submission | Tranquility | Trauma | Trust | Vengeance | Warmth | Wisdom | Wrath | a Cry for Help | Something Eating Your Mind | the Years have Changed You
You’re:
Animalistic | Approachable | Broken | Closed-Off | Cold | Crafty | Crazy | Defensive | Devious | Difficult | Disheartened | Emotionally Detached | Frightened | Frightening | Genuine | Guarded | Headstrong | Heartless | Human | Immature | Impatient | Inhuman | Insane | Intuitive | Lost | Mature | Noble | Patient | Pitiful | Primitive | Pure | Reliable | Remorseless | Reserved | Resourceful | Short-Tempered | Simplistic | Sly | Soft-Hearted | Struggling | a Threat | Trapped | a Troublemaker | Trusting | Understanding | Unique | Unpredictable | Unwavering | a Victim | Wicked | Feeling Vindictive | Guilty of Something | Hiding Something | Lost in Thought | Planning Something | Scared of Me | Scaring Me | Someone I can Trust | Someone I Can’t Recognize Anymore | Someone to Fear | Someone Worthy of Respect | Weak to Manipulation | Weighed by Something
You:
Aren’t Being Yourself | Belittle Yourself | Don’t Want to Hurt Me | Don’t Want to Leave Me | Drown Yourself in Something | Feel Alone | Feel Empowered | Have a Plan that Involves Me | Have No One Else to Turn to | Have Nowhere Else to Go | Have Seen Some Things | Haven’t Been Sleeping | Lie to Yourself | Lost Faith/Trust in Me | Lost Something/Someone Important | Need Me/my Help | No Longer Believe Me | See Me as a Thing | See Me as Someone Else | Seek to Hurt/Harm | Seek to Manipulate | Think Highly of Yourself | Think I’m Hiding Something | Think Little of Yourself | Think You Know Best | Want to Hurt Me | Want to Protect Me | Want to Sleep with Me | Want to Use Me
#djs-muses#iim-a-pilot#asks#Look Into My Eyes! MEME#🦇MORGANA MACAWBER 🦇#HEADCANON || MORGANA#V: NOT A FAKE GOTH BUT A REAL WITCH AT YOUR SERVICE || DWD ( 91-95 )#{ Ask her this a year ago answers would be difffffeerennnt }
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