#nocturnal boyfriends or whatever
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End Game #2 (volleyball captain!gojo x you)
summary: you sneak out to play volleyball.
word count: 1.5k
cw/tags: mild language, jjk volleyball au, misunderstandings, a little angst but nothing too bad, commitment issues lol, subtle pining !!!!
note: ok part 2 because this au has given me motivation again. also i don't know if i should make the rest of the team the second-gen jjk sorcerers (yuuji, megumi, nobara, inumaki, etc) so if you have any thoughts on that lmk. i'm thinking yes make them part of the team but that'd negate their age gap so as long as that's fine i think it'll work. anyways hope you enjoy!!
likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated <3
A knocking on your window jolts you from your daze as you stare blankly at the unfinished document in front of you. It was only supposed to take two hours, you told yourself, but those two hours had doubled as you kept rewriting and re-wording every sentence you typed. Squeezing your eyes shut, you rest your face in your hands and pray for the teacher to postpone the due date.
More insistent knocking draws your attention again, despite willfully ignoring it the first time. You lean back in your chair and groan, waiting for him to become impatient and start his Shakespearean monologuing.
“Are you going to make me sit out here in the cold? In the dead of night? How cruel is this earthly plane–” You slide the window open, meeting Satoru’s eyes with a tired stare, and his voice catches in his throat. “Wow," he manages. “You look like shit.” You blink once, twice, a hand leaning on the window frame and the other on your hip.
“What are you doing here, Satoru?”
The mouth turns into a sly grin. “I need a partner.”
It’s late, and you’re unfazed. “I have a boyfriend.”
“That’s not what I mean, wait…what?” You laugh at the genuine confusion that paints his face, turning back into your room to grab your shoes. He slides through the window easily like he’d done a million times before, landing softly on the carpet and leaning back against the ledge. Poorly masked concern leaks into his voice and you smirk. “Since when were you seeing someone?”
“Since never, Satoru. I already have my hands full dealing with you and your team; a relationship would essentially be another item on my schedule.” You slip on mismatched socks and some worn-out sneakers, shutting your laptop with a scowl. The essay would have to wait until you were done taking out your frustration on a volleyball. He watches you intently, blue eyes glowing in the moonlight. You’d known Satoru for years, but you always found that it was most challenging to read his emotions at night. It was like certain emotions were nocturnal. By day, Satoru was the goofiest person you knew; by night, you sometimes caught him staring at you in ways you knew he didn’t look at anyone else. You pushed whatever motives he may have into the back of your mind, dismissing his nightly flirtations the same way you ignored the daytime ones.
You stand in front of him expectantly with your hands on your hips, and he peers up at you, eyes twinkling like the stars. “Shall we?” His fake chivalry makes the corner of your mouth turn up.
“We need a ball first, Satoru.” You maneuver through your window after him, allowing him to briefly place his hands on your hips as you jump down from the ledge. His hands linger on your body for a moment before his senses come back.
“I left it in your yard.”
Your mouth drops in disbelief. “In the flowerbed?” You’re both whisper-yelling in front of your house, and you hope none of the neighbors decided to take a late-night stroll.
He puts his hands up in surrender, shrugging as you turn on your phone flashlight to find the ball. “There was nowhere else to put it!”
“I swear if you crushed those pink asters that I’ve been–”
“That you’ve been tending for years, I know.” You shoot him a glare over your shoulder as you bend over, fishing out the ball among the dark foliage. “You should grow red asters.”
“I don’t remember asking for your opinion, Satoru,” you quip, tossing him the ball and running a hand over the petals to ensure they weren’t damaged too badly.
He takes your spunk in stride, falling into step next to you. “I think they’re pretty. D’you know they’re supposed to symbolize devotion?”
Your body runs on autopilot, crossing neighborhood sidewalks with Satoru at your side as you head toward the small park a few blocks from your house. He spins the ball on a slender finger absentmindedly as you walk. He continues his attempts to convince you to plant red asters the entire way to the park, even after you’ve taken your regular position across from him near the playground. “I’ll think about it, okay? Will you stop telling me how to garden now?”
“I wasn’t telling you to do anything; I was just suggesting it.” He throws you the ball, underhanded, and your arms move together mechanically to bump it back to him.
“Yeah, just like you were suggesting that I call you captain earlier today.” Nimble fingers set it gracefully back to you, and you almost miss spiking the ball watching it arch in the air.
He receives it easily, bumping it back. “I still don’t understand why you refuse.”
“Because I’m not one of your players, Satoru. I’m outside of the game. I make sure you all have water bottles and stuff.” Set.
“You’re still just as much part of the team as anyone else is.” Spike.
“Agree to disagree, then.” Bump.
There was a separate reason as to why you didn’t want to call him captain, one that you would take to your grave. It was a line, you considered it, just like acknowledging his flirting. If you crossed that line, you were truly integrated into the team, truly connected to Satoru. You were the team’s manager, still separate from the rest of the players. As nice as it was to have somewhere to go after school besides your house, it was just as nice having a foot in the door just in case things suddenly went south. It was how you were, and you weren’t in the mood to verbalize your commitment issues with the one guy who’d probably tease you the most about it.
Satoru’s face is unreadable again as he sets the ball, but you could see the gears turning in his head. “Are we still having that practice match with Kyoto next week?”
Of all the things he would ask you, you didn’t think it would be practice-related. “As far as I’m aware, yeah. They offered to buy dinner if we won, by the way.” Spike.
“Does that mean we have to pay for their food if we lose?” Bump.
“Probably.” Set.
“Then, no. Definitely not.” Spike.
“Why?” You stick your tongue out teasingly. “Got plans?” Bump.
“No, not yet at least.” Set.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Spike.
Bump. He shrugs nonchalantly, running a hand through his moonlit hair that you knew he only did when he was nervous. “Was thinking about asking someone out after the match.”
Set. “Oh.” The surprise moves past your lips before you can stop it, and you kick yourself mentally for feeling a bit of disappointment at his plans. You tended to get dinner with Satoru after practice matches, always some shitty fast food place where he talked about how much the other team sucked as he wolfed down three burgers. Sometimes Suguru or Shoko or Nanami would join you, but the one constant after hosting rival teams was dinner with Satoru. His intentions bothered you deep in your chest, but you couldn’t figure out why.
Spike. “Yeah.” A layer of awkwardness settles between you two that you’d never felt before. It wasn’t that you were distressed that he was gonna ask someone on a date; your body just felt physically unable to create words.
Bump. “Well, have fun with that then.” You fight to keep your voice even, eyes on the ball to look away from Satoru’s piercing stare. He was trying to read you, and you weren’t going to let him.
Set. “Aren’t you going to ask me who they are?”
Spike, a hard spike. The ball speeds toward Satoru faster than he expects it, forcing him to catch it instead of sending it back toward you. “No, Satoru. Unlike the rest of the country’s population, I really couldn’t give two shits about who you decide is worthy of your attention.” The words fall from your mouth with more venom than you intend, and you bite down on your bottom lip guiltily. “I’m sorry. It’s late.”
He watches you again, mysterious eyes analyzing your thoughts like a science experiment. “Yeah, it’s alright. It’s my fault, anyway, making you come out this time of night.” He smiles one of those make-everything-better smiles, and you feel a little lighter that he wasn’t too angry. “I’ll take you home.”
Several minutes that felt like hours later, you’re back in your room as Satoru sits on the windowsill again, about to leave. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’m gonna ask them to dinner.”
“Really? Why not?”
With his back to you, you had no idea what his expression was. You didn’t know if he was angry with you, but something in his voice told you he was hiding something.
“Just doesn’t seem like the right time.” Before you could formulate a response, the old Satoru is back in a snap, tilting his head toward you playfully. “But, hey. You never know. Maybe someday I’ll get the balls to ask them,” he murmurs before he disappears, leaping down from your window into the night.
You can’t tell if you’re relieved or disappointed that he wasn’t going to ask out that mystery person.
#gojo x reader#gojo x you#jjk x you#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#jujutsu kaisen#suguru geto#satoru gojo#jjk volleyball au
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Hello :D may I please request Albert Wesker with a vampire boyfriend! (Head canons will probs work better for this but whatever you want) Like the black and red blouses, a mansion Victorian Gothic style but he isn't even a old vampire or anything he's just dramatic af and has the entire vampire aesthetic 😭 (sunglasses duo fs) maybe add in the trauma of becoming a vampire and being a immortal monster! anyway have a lovely day and take care of yourself freind, also keep up that wonderful work for us mascs and enbys and I certainly don't see enough trans content so thank you it makes me feel much better about myself! (๑ت๑)
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Thanks for the compliment! I will be writing all you guys want 🫡
Albert Wesker x Vampire! Male! Reader
(male reader is what I was suggesting but no pronouns used)
Cw: Blood, gore and kind of short but their headcannons so their obviously not gonna be the longest
•Okay so I’m not really sure how he’d meet you tbh so we’re gonna hop right into it 💀
•He loves you
•Your style, your demeanor, everything about you
•Your fancy like him and you dress to impress the people around you and yourself
•He respects that because he does the same
•When you take him to your mansion he’s in awe
•it’s the type of mansion you’ll only see in Romania or in a Dracula movie
•You decide to tell him there
•When you tell him it takes everything in him to not dissect you
•He’s a scientist what do you expect? 😭
•But he won’t
•Instead he asks questions and maybe, a little bit of probing and prodding when he gets a chance
•Nothing to crazy though and with your consent
•When you guys finally wind up in a relationship it’s great
•Albert’s usually always up late because of work so he gets to see you in your most active state
•He’s kinda nocturnal
•He brings blood if your not a fan of killing people
•If you don’t care he’ll bring you live victims based on your presence
• “Do you prefer young or old my dear?” Or “Does innocence matter?”
•When your in the relationship your even more flamboyant and dramatic bit he enjoys it
•Your also tidy and neat just like he is with your clothing
•Your cape is dry clean only 😤 (just like his outfit)
•If you do decide to tell him your backstory he listens with care
•He won’t force it out of you though and he probably won’t ask
•You’d have to ask
•He’s not good at comforting people but he’s a great listener when he wants too
•Your like the only person he listens to
•When your done he gives you a gentle kiss and comforts you
•Yeah your an immortal monster who drinks blood from their victims and kills them but hey, he’s no better
•Since you already have your abillities he doesn’t have to inject you with uroborus or anything so that’s one less thing you and him have to worry about
•Your already on his godlike level
•Your sunglasses are different to his enough to were you know their yours
•You have crimson lining on them and a more fancy look than his
•And he still takes them and says that their his
•He loves swapping sunglasses with you and you really couldn’t care less
•His are just as fancy as yours
•All in all you guys are a killer duo
•Literally
#resident evil x reader#albert wesker x male reader#albert wesker x reader#resident evil#albert wesker
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hi!!! i hope you’re well😚
i was wondering if you can write a bonten rindou x reader where the reader has an ed (kind of a emergency ask) and gets skinner each time he sees them and eventually passes out on a date with rindou and he helps her get better! hope you have a good day/night!!🩷🩷
and ps your writing is AMAZING 🫂
AAA TYSM ANON. I am so sorry this took long iuergtoig
My love goes out to anyone fighting eds. You're beautiful and strong, remember <3
His s/o fighting their ED.
♝ft. rindou haitani
warning(s): mentions of ED, fainting, threats, insecurities, reader is nb but there's mentions of feminine clothing and manneurisms
-art by AME on pixiv
Rindou always kept you far away from whatever he was doing within the gang, not wanting to hurt or tarnish his precious angel. It resulted in both of you not seeing each other for months, but he never failed to video call you during the evening and message you whenever he's busy. You'd always come home to numerous, big packages of presents flooding your doorstep, all filled with presents from your boyfriend.
Rindou was quiet, but observing. He noticed every detail in your body, even the tiniest of changes like buying new earrings, or just tried out new skin products, your scent - everything. He was more than just infatuated.
This included your change in shape. The way your clothes were getting baggier and how you tried to hold them together in various ways. How your body was less softer when you sat on his lap, how tinier you were now compared to him.
Every time he laid eyes on you after weeks of not meeting you, his stomach felt tiny and a strange whirlwind of anxiety raged inside his chest. You didn't look healthy. He is all about body positivity, and will love you in all shapes and forms, but you were crossing the line of what's healthy and isn't, judging by the way your eyes had little to no color, and your skin was paler.
During a winter nocturne, both of you were in your apartment, cuddling under a blanket as the snow fell outside, creating a peaceful ambience both of you enjoyed, better than the opulence of the spacious restaurants you used to visit before. The TV was playing a random movie you came across, succeeding to entertain both of you during this chilly night.
-Y/n. Are you eating well? -he suddenly spoke up, his eyes not darting away from the TV
You lifted your body up and looked at him, confused at his sudden question. -I am eating well, Rin. Why are you asking all of a sudden?
-You always seem... skinnier each time I see you, and I am worried. You want to keep going even when you're already skinny enough.
-Rin, don't stress it! I am just working out more often and I watch how I eat.
Rindou blinked. His eyes looked at the small plate of fruit tarts he bought for you. They used to be your favorite, but now remain untouched. His hand reached to grab one and feed it to you, but his brows furrowed at how you waved your hand in front of your face with disgust written all over it.
-Rin, stop it, I told you I am watching my meals.
His eyes didn't leave your face. He was gobsmacked, to say the least. There was definitely something wrong, but digging deeper into the wound would just result in an argument, so he kept his mouth sealed for the sake of the night progressing peacefully.
Noticing his expression, you dug out the worry in his eyes, and let out a sigh. You ate the tart reluctantly. Rindou examined every wrinkle on your face as you grimaced, letting out a sigh and turning his head around.
Rindou loved buying clothes for you and ogling at the way every fabric swayed and wrinkled around your body. He'd always pull you for a dance when you happen to be at his club, or even at an expensive restaurant, hands roaming around your figure, gripping the fabric with desire flowing at the tip of his fingers. His nose buried deep into the crook of your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent.
He noticed everything. The way the fabrics of your favorite attires became looser and looser, how your body appeared smaller and more fragile. Your facial structure changing, your hands appearing skinnier.
He couldn't quite grasp the idea of why you decided to torment your body and not share anything with him. After all both of you enjoyed talking and venting out all of your frustrations... so why is it different this time? He blamed none other but himself - for not being around you as much, maybe not giving you enough compliments.
He felt uneasy. Stifling in his bed and finding himself looking up at the ceiling for hours. He cares, he really does but doesn't know how to bring up the topic. He wanted to discuss it with you, but was afraid he might say something that could upset you.
It wasn't hard for him to soon come to the conclusion you are developing an eating disorder. It ate him up and corroded his insides, specifically his chest area. ''If only I was around them more often to tell them how absolutely drop-dead gorgeous they are... this could've never happened."
.
You were finally able to see each other for this evening after a month. Rindou decided to take you to his and Ran's club so both of you can dance the night away, holding each other and swimming in the sweet fields of expensive inebriation. He couldn't wait to embrace you while the music is blasting in the background, swaying left and right.
You wore the tiniest skirt known to mankind, one that you knew was going to make Rindou frothe at the mouth, kneel down and worship the ground you step on, and thick, heavy heels that made the ground shake with your steps. You did a quick turn to examine your features completely before heading down to his car.
His eyes widened at the sight of you approaching his vehicle. Your potent fragrance wafting in the air and hitting his nostrils with a hard punch, making him almost levitate in his seat.
-Well hello there, gorgeous.-he opened the door for you and returned to his seat, eyeing you up and down-You look breathtaking.
A chuckle escaped your mouth, your confidence elevating to new levels at how you easily captivated your lover, who even after years of dating still worships you the same.
The drive to the club was tense with Rindou making the silliest of mistakes just because he couldn't stop glancing at you and letting himself being bewitched by your scent. You stepped out of the expensive car and intertwined your fingers with him. All eyes were on you in the club once you stepped foot inside. Neon lights painting your figures as your mere presence emitted confidence and dominance. Rindou led you to a table, where only the two of you could have your moment.
-Order what your heart desires, sweetheart. My treat.
You tried to be humble, but the way he looked at you with his sultry eyes glazed with a lustful gaze made your heart skip a beat, impulsively ordering some of the most expensive cocktail the club has to offer. Rindou ordered for a special jewel to be placed inside of it, to which your heart fluttered.
Your head was pounding, all of a sudden you felt numb and exhausted before you even began indulging in drinking. Rindou felt heat waves all over his body as you held your forehead with your hand.
-Y/n, dear, is everything okay?-Ran cooed, placing his hand on your shoulder
You couldn't really say anything as the fatigue overwhelmed you with the excruciating headache at the back of your head. It felt as if the club was spinning around you and everyone turned into blurry figurines swaying in the air.
. . .
-...Y/n, Y/n... Y/N!!
A familiar voice echoed through the walls of the abyss you were thrown into all of a sudden. Your eyes opened slowly, vision still blurry as you took your time to process what was happening. You were inside a hospital. Your head was heavy and you couldn't lift anything up. A couple of pair of eyes were staring at you in worry, including Rindou's, who was holding your hand tightly.
-Rindou...where am I?
-In the hospital, silly... you fainted in the club.
You furrowed your brows at his words. The doctor next to you had to explain to you just like anyone else that you should eat and focus on increasing your calorie intake. The shit-eating grin that Rindou had on him was annoying the hell out of you, but you couldn't oppose him at this time, not that you had the power to.
The next couple of hours were serene. You were sleeping peacefully while Rindou watched over you like a guardian angel.
-Sir..you have to leave. The patient needs rest.
-No, thank you.
-Sir. It's past visiting hours already-
-Shut up or I will blow your brains out.
The man was left speechless, and the hollowness in Rindou's eyes indicated he isn't joking the slightest. Quickly, both of you were left alone in the room, as Rindou resumed looking at you while you slept. His expression softened and he reached out to grab you by the hand, gently massaging it with his thumb. His eyes felt heavy by this time, so he lowered his head and placed it on your thighs, quickly falling asleep, his hands shifting to wrap over them.
The remaining days in the hospital were like a fairytale. Rindou wasn't allowed anymore in the hospital because of the threat he gave the doctor, and he came to see you every evening under the window, which happened to be coincidentally facing the backyard of the hospital. He visited all the time, or even told the doctors to hand you the gifts he sent you.
-Y/n, let down your hair~
This made you chuckle uncontrollably, especially how he looked kneeling down illuminated by the shitty hospital lights. You rubbed your temples, amused by how "creative" your lover can be.
-Good lord, Rindou. You could've saved yourself this foolishness if you kept your mouth shut.
-Where's the fun in that?
You couldn't deny it the slightest. His shenanigans always made you laugh and forget whatever burdened you. Especially how his smile sparkled under the eerie light source.
-If I throw this bouquet up, will you catch it?
-Let's find out.
You extended your arms and he threw the bouquet. It was a hair's breadth away from you missing it, but you managed, although one of the attached ferrero rocher fell down next to Rindou's legs.
-This one's for you, dumbass.
And half of the night was spent in a chit-chat with your boyfriend, who stayed in front of the hospital even after you said your goodbyes. He visited almost every night until you felt better and got discharged, immediately wrapping his hands around you, squeezing you tightly.
-Y/n, promise me you will never be this dumb.. okay..? You are way more than perfect, both spiritually and physically. I will love you even if you were a goddamn worm..
The slight crack in his voice made your heart tingle and you tightened the grip around his body, burying your face in the crook of his neck. -I won't... I promise.
-Good, now you're coming with me to finally spoil you after being away for god knows how long before all of this.
You ended in his own apartment. You'd forgotten how cozily messy it was and how at ease the scent of it made you feel. Noticing the huge shelf filled to the brim with pictures of you and him just.. maturing together brought the familiar sense of warmth all over your body.
-You will stay here with me during my week-off from the gang. I want you by my side at all times so I make up for all our missed moments.
He cooed gently as he had you in a bear hug, placing gentle kisses on your shoulders and neck, his hands massaging your stomach. For the first time in what seemed like months - you felt like you were a precious jewel, you felt loved and how your insecurities dissolved into thin air when the infatuation could be felt in his touch. He held you close and didn't want to let you go anytime soon.
-I am sorry I was not there when you needed me. I am sorry that I didn't take down enough stars for you so I could prevent this from happening.
-Rindou, it's not your fault. You've always been such a caring and compassionate man and I'd never switch you for anything else in the world. I was the one who inculcated negativity in my own mind and let myself sink into insecurities that I made up about myself...
You held each other for the entire day as you poured out all your frustrations about seeing different people with a more attractive body structure than yours, all while Rindou coaxed you into eaing the risotto he had prepared for you, including an aloe vera gel that helped with detoxing and cleansing. His words of affirmation and compliments mixed with his touch let you go of your strains.
He prepared himself, researching various ways to subsequently and carefully increase your calorie intake and set your mind aside from the searing insecurities plaguing your mind and driving you to do harm to your body. Rindou made sure to engulf you in sweet words and affirmations about your figure in the most nausea-inducing detail you could imagine. The shape of your legs to the way your hands move when you speak or just do anything in general, how you're an angel sent from above to him.
He'd prepare a nice table with your favorite meals and pour you some of the most exquisite wine brands he loved collecting, He'd make mixtapes and playlists devoted for you that you would listen when he had to go out. He'd show you just how precious you are by embracing you every night and holding you close to him and not letting go.
His rough hands travelling up and down in a massage, while squeezing the sides of your body. Stretch marks? That's fine, you're his litte tiger. Spots all over your body? He doesn't notice them the slightest.
The moonlight emitted comfort during this evening, illuminating your features with a yellowish hue.
Rindou once again held you tight in his embrace, back pressed into the soft mattress of the bed, hands travelling up and down your body. Your bodies felt like they were becoming one with how swiftly the passion grows within the air around you, your tongues swirling in a lustful dance...
©chao-thicc-hcs; reblogs are appreciated
#tokyo rev#tokyo revengers#tokyo rev headcanons#tokyo revengers x you#tokyo revengers x reader#rindou haitani#haitani rindou
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Killer, I-30 ~ Cum Eating
Summary: Hiking through the ancient lands of old and you get to experience a rite of passage - staying overnight in a real life wilderness hut - that will keep you safe from deadly terrors and beasts during the night. Does it work?
Warnings: Spicy, modern monster au, Killer as Biasd Bheulach with female reader, risky sex, fingering, oral (reader receiving), failed pull out method and cum eating, dead dove do not eat for ending cause murder is implied.
Word Count: 863
Biasd Bheulach is a monster or spirit that supposedly haunts Odal Pass on the Isle of Skye in Scotland. It is said to be a nocturnal shapeshifter, sometimes a man, sometimes a beast. It’s believed to be the source of the frightful shrieks and outcries heard in the night. If you’ve ever asked what’s hiding in the dark, don’t be surprised to hear it’s the Beast of Odal Pass. There are accounts of travelers claiming to have been attacked by the beast as they traveled through the night. One alleged victim was found dead on the roadside with gory wounds. There have been few actual accounts of what the creature looks like so it is generally advised not to travel at night.
The handsome stranger had flirted with you all night and you had fallen for his charm. His big, muscled body was a delight to look at, his long and gorgeous mane of hair was enchanting, and every time you caught a peek of his crystal blue eyes, you could feel yourself swoon. Like a fairy tale prince handsome.
You and your friend group had been hiking through the land when it began to grow dark. And once the deep hue cleared the sky you’re spines prickled with fear when you heard wild shrieking that nearly sounded like laughter. Crazed laughter.
Finding a local wilderness hut, called a Bothy, your group tread quickly to the basic shelter in the hopes to avoid whatever that foul sound was. When you crossed the threshold none of you expected to find it already occupied by the handsome stranger. He introduced himself and explained he sought shelter when he heard the howling shrieks. He lived in the next town over and was travelling by foot but decided that for safety he would spend the night.
His name was hard to pronounce and didn’t have an easily international equivalent, so he settled for Killer when your friend’s boyfriend called him drop dead gorgeous. Killer was kind, gentle and well-articulated. It was easy to get along with him and feel comfortable around him quickly. Between the four of you, you had food and water for about a day and a half.
Killer informed everyone that there was a fresh water stream nearby and offered to go with her boyfriend, but your friend insisted she would go with as there was no bathroom in the shelter, just a spade to dig in the dirt.
As soon as you were left alone with him, he pounced. You eagerly accepted his brazen advances and soon you were both rushing towards the shoddy second story loft space for privacy. Despite the…rugged…quality of the shelter, it served is purpose.
You were writhing in pleasure as Killer removed his thick, calloused fingers out of your weeping cunt. You whimpered at him with pleading eyes and gave him a satisfied hum when he unbuckled his pants. He fucked you raw and you loved every second of it. Dripping in sweat and huffing the humid air with each breath you shared as he pistoned into you and harshly bit where your shoulder met your neck. With a cry, your pussy throbbed and clamped on his cock making him grunt loudly, panting through grit teeth as his hips stuttered.
“Sh-shit!” you heard him moan as he pulled out, jerking himself over your body and covering you with white. You closed your eyes as you felt the warmth splatter against your skin, your hips shifted and you realized you could feel warmth dripping down between your thighs.
“Did you—?” you asked quietly.
“Eh I might have, sorry don’t think I pulled out fast enough. Don’t worry I’ll clean you up, just sit back and get comfortable, this won’t take long.”
Confused, you laid on your back as he lifted your thighs over his shoulder. He buried his tongue into your pussy and you let out a squeal. You felt the muscle work your core, licking your walls clean, licking your ass cheeks and inner thighs clean as well. You were in a daze as he left your core, trailing his tongue up your torso as he thrusted his fingers into your pussy once more. Pumping you as he licked clean the mess he made on you.
When he cleaned the last drop, his fingers worked overtime causing your final orgasm to strike you like lightning. He swallowed your screams as your pussy crushed his fingers, pumping you through the intense rocking that wallowed in your body as you rode the train of ecstasy. You don’t remember anything else from the night, except one final moment as sleep dragged you to its depths, the way he looked at you with almost guilt as he kissed your forehead.
Quietly murmuring, “If only in a different life.”
You remembered wanting to ask him what he meant when you woke up. However, you awoke to a nightmare. Walking groggily down the steps, your movement faltered when you realized the Bothy had been destroyed from the inside out. No trace of your friend, her boyfriend, or Killer.
All that was left was splatters and puddles of blood strewn about the ruined interior.
5 tiles to go, 59 calls made so far.
#massacre soldier killer#kinktober 2023#raven's bingo board#raven's halloween party#one piece fanfiction#one piece smut#swampstew stories#swampstew bedtime stories#tw monsterfucking#dead dove do not eat#tw implied murder#cw bodily fluids#cw eating mention#killer x reader#killer x y/n
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Austin Butler x Reader— Party of Three
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warning: uh not sure there’s any.
Part Two ❤️
“Elvis Movie’s Leading Man; Austin Butler and Girlfriend, y/n l/n, Announce New Addition via Instagram”
It wasn’t the best timing, as one could guess. Not paying enough attention to protection got people into these types of things all the time. You knew that. Austin knew that. But god forbid you two actually take that precaution. You were on the pill, but you must’ve missed one, and bothering with condoms felt kinda extra. Especially when you two never got a second to yourselves, when you eventually did it landed you in bed, tearing each other’s clothes off. But here you both were, back home, the home office quickly converted into a cute nursery for the child whose gender you both decided would be best if you just waited to find out about. The Instagram post came about 10 weeks prior, nothing but a cute picture of you in the mirror, Austin cradling your growing bump with the caption, “Butler, party of 3” and a red heart emoji following.
After throwing on an oversized shirt, a pair of underwear and finishing your nightly routine, your boyfriend was waiting for you on the king sized bed the two of you shared. Moments like this made all the long times away from each other, 3 hour facetime calls, the tears and amazing reunions all worth it. Just Austin, you, and your tiny human in the middle. Luckily, he was home for three days. You get him all to yourself for three whole days. Plopping down lazily, you cover up with the nice forest green comforter. Austin pulls you in close, now seated within his arms. Being pregnant, you were exhausted and it was only 8:48pm. That made going to bed such a blessing at the end of your long days. You began to slip into a trance while scrolling on your phone once you’d got comfy in a different position than before. More stuff about Elvis, the baby, politics, and whatever your great aunt posted on facebook last night. You felt the side of Austin near you. He slept on his back, you were stuck side sleeping for now until further notice. The baby got active right before bed then settled once they knew you were ready to sleep. What a blessing that is.
Austin was good about not falling asleep on his phone. The nightlife outside of your apartment building was the real kicker for him. He had a bit of trouble when the bright lights, neon signs and nocturnal people got restless. He woke up after about four hours of sleeping. 1:19am the clock read. He turned towards you and felt you shiver. “Baby.” Austin whispered, rubbing your side. You shouldn’t have been cold, you had three layers covering your body. You wake up to him looking at you with worried puppy dog eyes. He hasn’t been able to be involved in much of the pregnancy so he doesn’t know what’s going on. He doesn’t know why you’re trembling, why you’re whining in your sleep. You sat up and felt the cool wet spot under you, your water broke. You’re having a baby. “Austin…Don’t worry.” You hushed him. You didn’t want him worrying. “I’m in labor, my water is broken. But we don’t need to rush.”
Austin jumps up and gets the hospital bag, laid it on the bed. You watched as he hustled around the room. Grabbing you a new pair of underwear, a shirt from his closet and some sweats then laid that right next to you. “Here, mama. We gotta go. I’ll help you change.” He said helping you sit on the edge of the bed. He lifts your shirt and slips the other on, grabbing the sweatpants right after, trying to strip you of the other damp clothes.
“Austin,” you stop your boyfriend in his tracks. “Calm down, you don’t need to stress about anything else right now.”
He stops, your eyes locked together.
His face cracks, tears slowly starting to flood his eyes and spill over his cheeks. He felt bad, you had to go through this pregnancy almost fully on your own. He felt guilty. So many emotions were built up and he let them go in that moment. But he wasn’t at fault for that, it was his job to travel and film and promote and do everything that involved being out and about for crazy amounts of time. And you never blamed him for such things.
“Austin, honey.”
“No, I’m sorry. I haven’t been here for you.” He sniffles, laying his head in your lap just below your belly. “I wanna be here for you, I really wanna be here for you but I’ve been so busy. I’m so busy and I can’t even be there for my girl and our baby.”
Austin didn’t understand that you understood the situation.
“Austin, listen. It’s okay,” You lift up his puffy, red eyes to lock with yours. “We love you, I’m excited to be on this journey with you, and it’s okay that you didn’t get as much time with this belly as you wanted but, honey, we get to spend forever with this baby.”
His smile peeks out for a second, until you feel a sharp contraction shoot through your back and you make a face. Now he’s worried again, you tell him not to.
“Okay, I’ll change. Go turn on the car and we’ll head to the hospital.”
You both make your way to the hospital, security not far behind, not sparing much time. Walking in, the receptionist, a sweet middle aged lady, smiles at the two of you, expecting what you were about to tell her.
“Hi,” Austin said, “We’re having a baby.” He smiled proudly. yea
“Congratulations, you two! First one?” She asks, tapping at the keyboard and you two nod. “Great! Okay, let me have you fill this out,” She has you a clipboard and some papers with a pen shoved in the clamp. “And how far apart are contraction?”
“About 15 minutes.” You sigh, feeling another mild pain shoot through you.
“Exciting! Well, seems like labor is going smooth. After you bring that back up here, I’ll bracelet you up, and get a room for you.”
After about 20 minutes, you’re taken to a room, hooked up to everything, and given some ice chips. You crunch on those until it was time to get check by the doctor. A nice woman, Dr. Love. She wasn’t your regular OB which worried you but knew you were in good hands when she held your hands and introduced herself to you both.
“Y/n L/n?” She asked. “Yes, that’s me!” You chirped. “And you’re the boy from the new Elvis movie! My kids are huge fans!” Austin thanked her and she said that the pleasure was all hers. Even working at a good hospital, she didn’t see movie stars everyday. “I’m so excited for you both, babies are such a huge step and if anyone is ready to take that step, you should be proud of yourself.”
She had put your legs up in the stirrups and checked your dilation, 2 centimeters. Damn, you had a while to go. It’s 1:56am. Exhausted was an understatement. You couldn’t be sleepier. But the baby had other plans.
After Dr. Love left, you and Austin laid in the bed. Your body enveloped in his. This was another one of those totally worth it moments.
3:21am—
The first contraction of whatever centimeter you were on was one of the worst. You and Austin stood in the middle of the room, IV pole just a couple feet away. Your arms around his neck, head laid on his shoulders, his hands resting on your swaying waist. You felt the pain begin to flow down her back and to the middle of your hips. It grew as the minute crept along, and you couldn’t help but let out a guttural moan. It sounded like a cow in distress but you didn’t feel far from it.
As the pain ended, you almost go limp in the sweet blonde’s arms. It kind of took it out of you to feel such pain but not give up and crying over the pain that felt endless. “I’m so sorry, baby.” Your boy whispered. You could feel tears falling from his cheeks again. Both of you were so tired and emotional.
He sits you down on the yoga ball, you begin bouncing as soon as you sat down. “I’m gonna go get you some more ice.” He said, wiping his cheeks. It was tough to see you like this for him. When he was loving on you during your sweet little reunions, he didn’t think he’d cause you so much pain in the following forty weeks. But he was doing so good with you in this situation. He never slept, he didn’t eat, he waited on you, hand and foot, making sure the mother of his child was taken care of.
While he was off to get you ice, you felt another contraction kicked your ass. It was an awful feeling. Alone and hurting. But you weren’t alone, you had Austin, he wanted to be here. He was excited to be here. You were so lucky to have him.
You call Dr. Love and she comes to administer your epidural. It was a quick process and after about 10 minutes, you were feeling great. She also let you know you were at 6 centimeters. You were kind of on cloud nine. The baby was almost here. You and Austin were about to be not just y/n and Austin.
You and your boyfriend were asleep for most of the next hour. After feeling contractions start back up, you try to get out of bed but not without startling Austin awake. “What’s wrong, baby?” His deep voice boomed through the dimly lit room. “Nothing is wrong, lover. Please go back to sleep.”
“I can’t go to sleep-“
“I’m just calling the nurse. My epidural wore off.”
After getting told you were only 7 centimeters, so close yet so far. You felt a bit defeated, you wanted to get this baby out. Nurse Retmund said walking up and down the hallways would help. You were desperate at this point.
So you and your boyfriend make your way through the corridor. Slowly but surely. He pushed the IV pole next to you.
“What are we gonna name this kid?” You huff, having the kid was hard enough, now you’ve gotta name it?
“I was thinking Dallas?”
You liked it.
“And a girl?”
“Ivory.”
You like those. And if Austin likes those, you were using them. You wanted him to have this piece of the pregnancy.
“Let’s use them, I like them. We’ll come up with middle names later.”
“What about their last name?” He asked. “Yours, definitely.” You answered without hesitation. “You want them to have mine?” Austin wasn’t shocked, just checking. “Of course. I’m so happy to have you in my life and I want our kids to have your last name.”
“Do you want it?”
“Want what?”
“My last name. Can I give you my last name?”
Austin never failed to amaze you in these kinds of situations.
“Are you asking me to marry you?”
“Yeah, I was gonna ask a while ago but we both got busy and I guess now is as good as any time.” He says. “The ring is in the room. I’ll formally propose when we get back.”
Needless to say you agreed to let him give you an unconventional proposal. It was more of a promise ring than anything, a promise to you and the baby that he’d always be there and you’d share a last name someday.
Back in the room, your contractions are nearly unbearable. You’ve become nearly naked, untying the back of your gown. Austin sits in a chair, holding your squatting body. Elbows draped over his knees. He presses a damp cloth to your forehead hoping to cool you off. You swore and groaned. “Call the nurse, Austin. Now.”
So, your boyfriend called the nurse and she came in asking all kinds of questions and taking some vitals. Austin stood by watching closely, making sure the nurse was doing everything to keep you comfortable.
When it came time to check dilation, she checked, the pressure making you want to pass out. She smiled as she peeled off the glove.
“Baby time.” She beamed, going to the computer and phone, typing and pinning the phone between her ear and shoulder.
“What?”
You were confused. The both of you. This seemed to be happening so fast. Too fast.
“You’re fully dilated. We can call Dr. Love now.”
You look at Austin with worried eyes and he assures you that everything was going to be okay. “I’m not ready.” You tell him even though you were shouting for someone to “pull this effing baby out” of you just minutes earlier.
Dr. Love came in a few minutes after in her birthing equipment. It scared her to see everything happening at once. “Okay, baby. Let’s get you settled.” At this point you can’t really say no.
“Alrighty, Dad, you’re gonna hold her right leg back and we’ll have Nurse Kemper hold your the other.”
Austin was whispering sweet nothings the whole time and was being amazingly supportive.
“Okay, sweet girl, you ready?” You nod to her words and suck in a sharp breath. “Okay, I’m gonna say push, you push for 10 seconds, and then we’ll take a break.”
She says the word and you bear down. You’re crushing Austin’s hand and you know it.
“You’re doing so good, mama.”
And he’s constantly assuring your and affirming the job you’re doing is a job well done. “This sucks so much.” You pant out, between pushes.
It takes you 8 more pushes to get your baby all the way down to her legs. One more and you’re done. Your chin presses against your chest, eyes closed, using all the power you had. Your vision was blurred and everything felt unreal. Suddenly, the pressure was gone, you fall back and go limp.
The squeals of this tiny thing fill the room, and it’s not the only one crying. Austin is already in tears and you’re becoming emotional.
“It’s a girl!”
A girl.
You and Austin had a daughter…Ivory. Ivory Butler.
They laid her on your chest and you cooed as they clamped her cord, handing your boy the scissors. Next, they take her to get vitals done, certificate, and whatever else. You did it, you had a fucking kid.
“I’m so proud of you.” He sniffs, kissing you and the baby on her head. His girls.
The morning just a few hours later, you wake up with the sun spilling through the blinds. A subtle “shh, shh, shh-“ was being repeated on the other side of you. Turning, you see your sweet boy and your little girl.
This is one of those moments.
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Oooh idea idea idea
Brialex with Vampire Alex. Brian doesn't know he's a vampire but just knows that, a lot like Jay, he tends to run on the colder side for whatever reason.
Cut to them having sex and Alex desperately needs some way to ground himself, keep himself in the moment to keep feeling everything. He ends up biting right down on Brian.
brian is so the guy to have a vampire boyfriend too. like brilex is dan cain and herbert west brians the type of guy to let this nocturnal weirdo w no social skills stay w him and have no concerns in the slightest until there are fangs in his neck
he thinks alex is just anemic or whatever and doesnt ask. meanwhile alex is trying to be subtle and chill and Normal Human Man so hes living on blood bags from the hospital in town like once a week and its always stale by the time he gets to it and brians just so warm ... smells so good .... and every time they fuck hes so needy and overstimulated w the scent of brians blood everywhere (he loves giving head but he has to dig his nails into his thigh the entire time to not bite brians dick off- its just so hot and full-) that he can barely think and it turns brian on like nobodys business; alex grabs at him, scratches his back up, whines through his teeth and pants into the crook of brian's neck, squirms on his cock and sinks his teeth into his subclavian atery, desperate and animal and mindless, the two urges getting confused. brian curses, his grip on alex's hips tightening, moans brokenly and slams their bodies together as alex drinks from him, head spinning with his first taste of fresh blood in months and brian's cock buried deep inside him, limp with pleasure, spilling his meal in hedonistic rivers of scarlet that he laps at, drags his lax tongue up brian's throat.
i think hes the kind of service sub to fantasize abt being a vampires human juicebox anyway tbh so alex wld be wallowing a bit and im so sorry im a monster :( and etc until brian cuts in like babe. i read twilight.
#g.txt#nsft#brilex#oh im so back#the original joke there was 'babe i played guilty gear' but idk if that wld land. go look up slayer from guilty gear hes my boyfriend
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i didnt know i needed sholmes and kazuma to interact holy shit
baffled kazuma is my favorite flavor of kazuma
where the fuck did ryuunosuke go did he plaster himself to the roof like spiderman
or is sholmes just playing dumb like "oh he has a boyfriend in his closet?? as a fellow homosexual i can't possibly out him, that's against the bro code" while ryuunosuke stared at sholmes wide eyed like "whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhattHEFUCK"
SHOLMES HOW DID Y O U FIT IN THE WARDROBE
kris is kazuma queen is sholmes noelle is ryuunosuke and berdly is strogenov
i know it's not what happened but itd be really funny especially since you would definitely see sholmes and ryuunosuke in there no matter how high up they were
ryuunosuke is just devoted to his bestie <3 or sholmes just has the adhd with the hyperactivity and ryuunosuke has adhd without hyperactivity
i immediately thought of the danganronpa ON THE MEAT BONE meme help
OH SHOLMES IS THE THIEF ISNT HE
HASUHSUDHAUHGSDUHSD
my guy ate three steaks while running away from the crime scene what the hell
it would be really funny if the criminal was kazuma though. he needs to get steak for his bf and the bones are in the wardrobe because he fed them to ryuu lmfaoooo
i love threatening cheeky sholmes he WAS covering for his fellow gays what a bro
why was ryuunosuke under the bed though lmfao
WHY DOES NOCTURNE PLAY WHEN KAZUMA CALLS HIM A GREAT DETECTIVE AHSKDGSHDJGJH
nocturne makes you cry in 1-2 and then it's used for the stupidest shit like 2-1 and whatever this is
and then it makes you cry again in 2-3 lmfao the duality of nocturne getchoself a song with this mad range
IT'S SO WEIRD TO SEE RYUUNOSUKE'S MODEL OUTSIDE OF COURT especially with that facial expression
i do like actually seeing ryuunosuke in different environments though lmfao his archery arm guard thing is cool
also i love how proud he is of this as though sholmes didnt notice him anyway
WAIT WAS IT RYUUNOSUKE WHAT THE FUCK
am i becoming a ryuunosuke simp why did my heart skip a beat when he looked at the camera lmAOOO
it must be the kazuma pov since he's the ultimate ryuunosuke simp
oh so sholmes DID steal the other two steaks i KNEW it
also new ryuunosuke pose!!! the fact that we cant see these in game normally is absolutely tragic we should have a whole game from kazuma's pov with him simping for ryuunosuke
the entirety of case 2 is just figuring out who was really the other's pet lmfao
like. are you sure about that kazuma. i know what you are
OH MY GOD!!! THEIR MODELS ARE ON SCREEN AT THE SAME TIME!!!!!
they couldnt resist not showing kazuma's titties which is very understandable
great mischief-maker. undoubtably
it would be so fucking funny if kazuma was a fan of herlock in the way susato was oh my godddddd
i can just imagine them doing dances of deduction as kids and mikotoba is like no no that's all wrong and starts busting out moves and they were like holy SHIT
ryuunosuke looking at kazuma like hey what is that face. im still your babygirl right. right kazuma
why do all the japanese people default to german im
what was the joke in japanese since he's referred to as sherlock there im so curious
if anyone knows tell me
(source: x)
#dgs#dai gyakuten saiban#the great ace attorney#tgaa#randst magazine#randst magazine escapades#ryuunosuke naruhodou#kazuma asougi#herlock sholmes#asoryuu
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Pairing: San x fem!reader
Genre: smut
Rating: R 18+
Warnings: language
Smut Warnings: oral (m receive), somnophilia, sub!San, soft dom!reader, teasing
Word Count: 513
Summary: Waking up San with your mouth has to be one of your favorite things to do.
Note: this is all for @slightlymore who was brain-rotting over San while I was looking through prompts. Also @nocturne-overtures please enjoy <3
It was hardly sunrise when you found yourself waking up. It wasn’t by choice, really. San seems to be having a rather enjoyable dream. He’s been rutting against you from behind for a few minutes now. The only appropriate response to his behavior is to help him. You detangle yourself from your boyfriend, careful not to wake him. You were lucky that he chose to only sleep in loose sweatpants last night; it makes your job much easier to execute. His eyebrows furrow slightly as you shift down the mattress and under the sheets. His dark hair is strewn across his pillow, it’s messy, but you think he still looks gorgeous like this. The first few streaks of orange sunlight flowing into your room give him an ethereal glow you could never grow tired of seeing. Pulling back his sweats just enough to release his member, you can tell whatever he’s dreaming about has his really riled up. He’s already leaking precum, twitching with each light breath that leaves your lips.
You test the waters of just how sensitive your boyfriend is by licking just under his tip. He squirms and lets out a sweet moan but doesn’t wake up. You take it as a chance to engulf him in your mouth entirely. He stirs again, bucking his hips as he does so. You check for any signs of him being awake, but it appears he isn’t. Slowly, you move your head, gently guiding his member in and out of your mouth. Each time he moves a little too much, you stop and let him relax a little. Edging him even as he sleeps, you can see his distaste for it. You aren’t sure how long you tease him; all you can be sure of is that your poor boyfriend is absolutely desperate at this point. His cock was weeping and practically begging to be attended to. You bring your head down, so your nose is nestled against his pubic bone, deepthroating him. A loud moan bursts past his lips, and his hands find your hair before immediately retracting. You pull your mouth away from him entirely.
“Good morning, pretty boy.” you tease lightly, “Were you having a good dream?”
He doesn’t respond with words. He just whines and grips the sheets beside him, hoping to cling to at least a thread of sanity. You rub one of your thumbs back and forth across his thigh, just out of reach of where he wants you to touch him. His eyebrows furrow in frustration and another whine slips past his lips.
“Answer the question, sweetheart. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me how.”
“Mouth,” he whines, voice still laced with sleep, “want your mouth, please.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
You’re again only replied to with whining. San throws one of his arms over his eyes when you wrap your hand around his member again. Your tongue teases the underside of his cock, making him squirm again and let out pretty, pitchy sounds.
“Let’s get you taken care of now, Sannie.”
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Gerry and his awkward vampire boyfriend Michael. Gerry steals blood bags for Michael and in return Michael scares the shit out of people til they drop whatever Leitner is about to ruin their life
Characters: Gerard “Gerry” Keay, Michael Shelley (The Magnus Archives)
Verse: Vampire Michael AU
Content: very much fluff despite the content, I’m removing vampires are nocturnal from this lore because it’s inconvenient and I can, also there’s blood.
Michael didn’t like eating directly from people - not for any moral reason exactly it just felt strange and uncomfortable to him. Gerry sort of saw the logic, if you were perfectly fine with eating the meat that comes from animals then collecting it from humans is essentially the same thing. This is particularly true when you consider that Michael was not human. So, filling a large freezer box with blood bags he stole from some private hospital (the kind you need a fancy townhouse in London’s zone one and a loan from mummy and daddy to afford) felt the same as when he went to McDonalds to get a cheeseburger for his ex-boyfriend. Exposure to the Flesh at a young age did that to him, he’d been a staunch vegan from the age of thirteen - although he didn’t have a word for it for a few years.
It was surprisingly easy to steal blood, all you needed to have was good experience in climbing and breaking into buildings. If you go for the most common blood types, like O and A, most of the time they won’t even notice. Or so Gerry assumed. He always switched up between the fancy hospitals anyway. He whistled as he shoved it into the boot of the second hand (probably more like third hand) car he only used for pick ups. He’d grown so used to doing this he was oddly cheery, whistling as he got into the car and started playing Celtic Frost’s album Monotheist from the beginning. He couldn’t wait to see Michael’s cute, pale belly swell and glow red from how much blood he drank. It caused a smile to spread across Gerry’s lips.
The drive was uneventful, it always was. The first couple of trips Gerry was paranoid, constantly checking his rear view mirror, and stiffened every time he saw a cop car or an ambulance. Now however, he was used to the process. He knew the drill. The most annoying part came when he returned home. He parked up, and carried the much heavier freezer box into the flat building’s lobby. He always thought “lobby” was a bit rich, it was a room with a reception desk that was always empty, spray painted walls, the smell of urine and vending machines with out of date snacks that hadn’t worked in the entire time Gerry had lived there. Thankfully the lift was working for once, he thought as he sighed, entering and putting the box down. He pulled out his phone as he pressed ‘3’, and smiled as he saw a text message from Michael.
I have a surprise for you, the small letters said. Gerry grinned and slipped his phone back into his pocket. He’d be home soon, no need to reply. When he opened the door Michael immediately ran to greet him like an excited puppy.
“Gerry! Hi! You’ll never guess what I got!” Michael said, practically bouncing in front of Gerry, which made him seem even taller than the half a foot he already was than Gerry. He grinned in response, he loved seeing Michael excited. His smile accentuated his pointed teeth, poking out from his ruby red lips.
“What? What’s got you excited,” Gerry asked. Michael looked as if he suddenly remembered why Gerry had been late home in the first place.
“Oh! Right. Dinner. I erm. Yeah-” He’d never quite gotten used to having Gerry provide his meals for him. “How much did you-”
“I dunno, a lot. Filled the whole box so.”
“Wow that’s- thank you.” Michael’s voice became strained and unsure, Gerry didn’t want to pry so slipped off his shoes and hoodie and wandered into the living room.
“So, what’s this news you’re so excited about?” Gerry asked, letting his body fall down into an armchair as he sighed letting all the tiredness take over his body. It was then he noticed the strange feeling in the room, the oppressive energy of pure fear. There was the smell of ozone, sickly fairground donuts, and the docks. “Leitner. You’ve got… wait, that can’t be- is that just one?”
“Not just one,” Michael called as he went to grab something. “Close your eyes.” Gerry chuckled and followed instructions.
“Okay, two?” Gerry asked hearing Michael scurrying around.
“Nope.”
“Holy shit, three?”
“Nope. Do you give up?”
“Yeah, guess so.”
“Okay, open,” Michael said finally. Gerry did so to find two piles of Leitners on the coffee table, one had five books and the other had four and three leaflets. Gerry let out an amazed, shocked laugh, blinking and staring at the pile. The presence of all of them merged together seemed to lessen their power strangely but Gerry could still feel it. He wondered if the different entities were too contrasting to work together.
“Michael, you’re amazing,” he said quietly still staring. “How did you even- I don’t- there’s twelves Leitners here. How-”
“I found the first one, which led me to a little collector out in Croydon,” Michael interrupted excitedly.
“Holy shit. Well. Wanna give me the details over a bonfire?”
“I’d love to.”
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Lovey Dovey OC Prompt Thingy!
(01) Is your OC in love? If so, with whom, and for how long?
♥ Oracle: Yes! Very much in love with Angelus. He's been in love with him for over 100 years and counting.
♥ Fallout: Yes, he is, he’s pretty much head over heels in love with Angelus. Several months now. Third time he met up with him he really fell hard for him.
♥ Skyrim: Yes! And if you guessed with Angelus you’d be correct. For him it was pretty much love at first sight tbh.
(02) Does another OC love your OC? If so, whom, and does your OC know?
♥ Oracle: I wouldn't say he's in love with him but Mason is crushing really hard on him. Like haaaaaaaaard! Yeah, Jelani knows he has a crush on him but he doesn't know just how bad it is.
♥ Fallout: No. He pretty much keeps to himself and doesn't interact much with other people.
♥ Skyrim: Not really, no.
(03) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC loves?
♥ Oracle: If they're apart for whatever reason be it due to work, visiting family or some type of chore they send each other links to songs so they can listen to them at the same time while they chat. During full moons Jelani accompanies Angelus and other werewolves but after successfully hunting both Jelani and Angelus just walk the wooded areas of Ashstone in their perspective shifted forms until dawn. Then both take human form again and go for some breakfast and coffee (iced coffee for Jelani ‘cause he doesn't like hot drinks) at a nearby diner.
♥ Fallout: A little into the wooded area of Egret there is a tent and a campfire and Jelani loves spending time there since it’s quiet, peaceful and it’s close enough to the river that he can listen to it but not too close to freak Angelus out. Angelus knows this is his favorite spot so he often times brings in a lot of snacks and takes Jelani there, especially when he’s having a bad day, and both spend some time out there just enjoying each other’s company.
♥ Skyrim: Angelus has pretty much turned his entire life to almost nocturnal because of Jelani so at sundown Angelus goes with Jela to feed and they spend some time in the woods wandering and taking in each other’s company.
(04) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC hates?
♥ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: Honestly, no. Anything that is done out of love and care he appreciates a lot. Even if it’s something that isn’t to his taste he’ll still appreciate it because someone actually thought to do something nice to and for him and he appreciates every little gesture.
(05) What is the most romantic thing your OC has done for someone else?
♥ Oracle: So this was after the Chris situation. After Angelus recovered, physically, Jelani just dropped everything, took a month off and left with Angelus to a cabin in Nova Scotia because he knows Valp really loves it there. They spent a month up there just taking in nature and each other in complete peace and quiet.
♥ Fallout: Angelus has a wrist watch that belonged to the old merc he grew up with since he was a kid and it’s the only thing he has to remember him by but the battery on it died long ago and one of the gears was out of place. Jela took it to a guy he knew from when he worked as a guard for a caravan for a few weeks when he first got to Boston and had it fixed to the point where it looked brand new. He gave it to him and taught him how to tell the time correctly. He never takes it off.
♥ Skyrim: It took months of searching, bribes, and he spent about 75% of the gold he had saved up for emergencies but eventually Jelani found the thief that had stolen Angelus’s ring that belonged to his mother and on Angelus’s birthday he gave it to him. Needless to say, that elf cried all night long. That ring is the only thing he had to remember his mother by and when it was stolen he was devastated and didn’t think he’d ever see it again.
(06) What is the most romantic thing that has been done for your OC?
♥ Oracle: Uh…this is kind of ugly but before he got together with Angelus Jela had a boyfriend that was a pretty abusive piece of shit. Started small and escalated, he wore him down to the point where he could pretty much do anything to him and get away with it + this was during a time where something happened and he was pretty vulnerable and the guy took full advantage. The others found out and intervened so when Jela decided to break it off shit got violent…REALLY VIOLENT. He got obsessive and wouldn’t let Jela break up with him so he pretty much beat the shit out of him to the point of him breaking one of Jela’s arms and followed that up with other shit. He was completely unresponsive for two weeks. After that he told Loke what happened so Loke, Angelus and Trevor found the ex and let’s just say there was barely anything left to bury. Angelus stayed with Jela who pretty much secluded himself to the bed and didn’t leave except to shower. He just slept. He barely ate, didn’t get out of bed, was a crying mess and didn’t say anything though he didn’t have to. He and Angelus have a very good level of understanding and communication that both understand without the need to verbally communicate sometimes. Angelus dealt with everything while Jela was in that state, he wouldn’t let anyone except for Loke go near him. He was basically his own personal guard dog for weeks until he started talking again and then slowly moving. Jelani had long been in love with him but this just solidified his feelings for him and that was the same year Angelus confessed to Jelani that he was in love with him and the rest is history.
♥ Fallout: It was that day that he had that massive breakdown. Even after Jelani told Angelus everything that had been done to him and everything he went through and even after seeing all he did to himself he still stayed beside him. He remembers Angelus sitting him down at Power Noodles and getting some food for him, himself and for Dagny and sitting in silence. He was so thankful he didn’t ask about the cuts and scars all over his arms and even after everything he stayed over and even kept him company at night after he asked and didn’t try anything even though he was very well aware that Angelus wanted to. That’s pretty much the day he fell in love with him.
♥ Skyrim: Angelus fought off a horde of vampire hunters by himself after they had stopped to verify if Jelani was a vampire (there had been a growing number of checkpoints in the area). When out in public he usually uses a powerful enchanted necklace that conceals any and all visual signs of vampirism. He’s usually pretty chill when confronted but this time he was dealing with some very rowdy hunters and a fight broke out and the necklace was snatched from him and the illusion spell wore off. He tried fighting them back but they were carrying silver weapons and they almost killed him but Angelus intervened and managed to kill the group and brought him back home just in time. He spent every minute beside him until he recovered.
(07) How successful is your OC at flirting with others?
♥ Oracle: Pretty successful.
♥ Fallout: He used to be before that particular event happened.
♥ Skyrim: Not at all, he doesn’t actually even try to be honest.
(08) What is your OC’s dream marriage proposal?
♥ Oracle: I’m gonna be honest, he always thought/knew he was the one that would be doing the proposing which in fact is how it happened.
♥ Fallout, Skyrim: Something very intimate and private. He’s not one for attention and displays. As long as it’s honest and he can see that there was thought put into it he’s more than happy.
(09) What is your OC’s favorite small way to show their love?
♥ Oracle: Checking in on a loved one. Sometimes it’s the small things that mean way more than some grand gesture. Plus it opens up so that if someone needs to talk about something they can.
♥ Fallout: Hugs. For almost a year he hated the feeling of someone else touching him, even if the person meant no harm, he was automatically repulsed by the feeling of someone else touching him. To him it felt like being poked with hot needles over and over again and after he met Angelus and he respected his boundaries and asked if he could touch him he started to let his guard down around him, then eventually with other people. Angelus is constantly hugging him but he makes sure it’s okay to do so first so that really helped him get over his phobia of being touched.
♥ Skyrim: Little indirect touches. Like both him and Angelus are sitting close and their shoulders are touching, or both are lying in bed and one has a leg on the other’s leg, a momentary touch as they move around the manor or anywhere they’re at, somehow both ending up in each other’s arms in the middle of the night as they sleep.
(10) What is your OC’s favorite big way to show their love?
♥ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: Honestly? Sex. Yes, it can be trivial but when it’s with someone he cares about it takes on an entirely different meaning especially when it involves a lot of complex emotions. The act of being completely exposed with someone he cares about in his most vulnerable state is pretty big. Not to mention there are a lot of acts he will only do/have done on/to him that take a lot of trust. The more out there practices that he allows someone else to do to him are because he 100% trusts that person and trusts them not to intentionally hurt him.
(11) What do others love most about your OC?
(I’m assuming it’s other characters ‘cause if it’s actual people I’m shit outta luck with this OC)
♥ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: First of all, his loyalty to people. Even if you fucked him over he’ll help ‘cause it’s just the right thing to do and he can be a bit petty but not that petty. He’ll gladly put his own life on the line to help someone else, even if he barely knows the person or like I said fucked him over he will. He’s selfless to a fault. He’s always the first to volunteer to help out no matter how small or huge the problem is. He’s always clear and precise about his intentions and makes sure others are comfortable. I know I talk up a storm about how overprotective Loke is but the truth is Jelani is just as overprotective, maybe even more due to his inability to cope with people he cares about dying. If it’s a choice between him dying and someone else dying it’s a no brainer for him he’ll always pick the former. He’s like a walking cheerleader, he’ll always cheer you on and be 100% supportive of anything you wanna do or try out. He’ll put his own needs aside to help someone else with anything. He’ll be honest and offer any help you need but he’ll find that perfect balance between sugar-coating something and being truthful ‘cause honestly sometimes we need someone in our lives that’s straight with us without being an asshole about it and he’s that friend. He’d rather see the good in others before being full of pessimism but he isn’t a naive idiot either. He’s super chill to be around, if you wanna just sit in silence he’s totally up for that, if you wanna drive around listening to music he’s all for it, if you wanna be a total jackass he’s up for that too. When you’re feeling down in the dumps he will absolutely show up to your place, clean everything from top to bottom, make sure you drink water and will make you several meals so you can just focus on feeling better and will text every few hours to make sure you’re okay, eating and drinking water. Did I mention that he’s a teddy bear of a person that just loves to help and see others thrive and be happy already?
(12) What do you love most about your OC?
♥ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: Dude, at the risk of sounding like a jackass…of all the OCs I’ve ever come up with he’s the one I’m most proud of, the one I’m most enamored with. And at the risk of making someone reading this cringe hard he’s equal parts me. All of my OCs have parts of me in ‘em but Jelani and Angelus are me in so many ways. They’re past versions of me, they’ve evolved and changed with me, they’re both better versions of me. Both of them are versions of myself I wish I had the strength and courage to be. I live vicariously through both of them. In every aspect. Jelani means the entire world to me, there’s a reason he’s the “mascot”, the default for every video game you can create a character in. I learned and corrected so many horrible writing and world building mistakes with and through him. This man lives in my head 24/7 and has helped me in ways I don’t even dare say outloud and I love everything about him.
(13) How does your OC show their love to those that are not their partner(s)?
♥ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: By helping as much as he can with anything he can. Even if he can’t do it himself he’ll find some way to make sure someone gets the help they need. Even if he’s going through shit he’ll find some way to set his own shit aside to help someone. He’ll try his hardest to be there for someone that needs it.
(14) Does your OC have any romantic traditions?
♥ Oracle: He makes sure to make some time so that he and Angelus can get away for a month. As much as he loves his friends and family he’s constantly surrounded by them and his place always has people over which makes it a little hard to have some privacy as a married couple. So every so often, depending on things, he’ll take his husband and both will just go away, just the two of them for a month. He makes sure to make time for his family, his friends, his job and you can be damn sure he’s gonna make time for his husband and gods help you if you disturb his time with his husband. Anniversaries are always planned out weeks or even months ahead and he kinda tends to go overboard with them but it’s fine ‘cause Angelus loves every second of it and they get to have a lovely day together.
♥ Fallout: He and Angelus have only been together for around four months so there isn’t really much time to develop traditions per say. However, before going to bed they like to go on the roof and watch the stars, if the weather permits, for a while.
♥ Skyrim: Angelus likes to take a nap during the day so that when Jelani wakes up at sundown he can go with him to feed. It started when vampire hunter patrols became almost a plague but Angelus has kept up with it.
(15) What is your OC’s favorite type of Valentine’s Day candy?
♥ Oracle: Those cute little milk chocolates in the shape of hearts. He just thinks they’re really cute.
♥ Fallout: There’s an older lady in the Murkwater settlement that bakes cakes in the shape of a cute heart. Jelani walked over and got two of them, gave one to Angelus and both ate their little cakes after dinner while watching the night sky and drinking Nuka-Starlight (mix of quantum and cherry).
♥ Skyrim: …he can’t eat candy anymore…HOWEVER, Angelus has bought several heart shaped bottles and fills them with blood infused with different sweet flavors like honey, sugar and others.
(16) What is your OC’s ideal first date?
♥ Oracle: Honestly? Like really, really honestly? Take him to a bookstore, let him just manifest himself and watch him spend an ungodly amount on books he’ll go through in less than four months and then take him out for sushi and he’s all yours.
♥ Fallout: He likes exploring ruins so take him to a ruin. The older the better.
♥ Skyrim: Take him out for a stroll near a meadow or a river or lake, hiking up a mountain, visit a grove or a clearing, a forest–anything involving nature.
(17) Could your OC fall in love with someone they’ve never met in person?
♥ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: Sure, why not?
(18) Does your OC have a “type”?
♥ Oracle: Oh, yeah. Werewolves! And the more femme the better.
♥ Fallout, Skyrim: Honestly no.
(19) How highly does your OC value love (platonic, romantic, or otherwise)?
♥ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: Love is very high up there. It's seriously important. It fuels so much and can even be the one thing to help you come back from even the worst and darkest of places. At least that's how he sees it.
(20) How does your OC feel about public displays of affection?
♥ Oracle: He's 100% up for it. The way he sees it, if the straights can feel safe doing it then so can he.
♥ Fallout: He's actually okay with it. He can be a little reserved but as time passes he relaxes more.
♥ Skyrim: He's a bit shy but he's fine with it.
(21) Does your OC believe in love at first sight?
♥ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: Yes, he does.
(22) How often does your OC read romantic literature?
♥ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: Never. It’s really not his thing.
(23) What is your OC’s favorite nice thing to do for themselves?
♥ Oracle: Stay at home, read a book while Angelus lies on him while they cuddle each other.
♥ Fallout: Going out to the camp around a warm fire, resting his head on Angelus’s lap as he scratches his head while he reads a book out loud so Angelus can hear it.
♥ Skyrim: Falling asleep on Angelus's arms.
(24) How does your OC determine that they’re attracted to someone?
♥ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: If he spends more than 10 to 15 minutes thinking about that person then he's already interested.
(25) Does your OC believe in soulmates?
♥ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: Yes, he does! He absolutely does and he loves the entire idea of it. It’s so comforting to him to see it, feel it and experience it.
(26) Is your OC ever the first to say “I love you”?
♥ Oracle: Most of the time. Yeah. However, with Angelus it was different. It was actually Angelus who said it. He’d been dying to say it for well over 100 years but he didn't think he was interested in him so he never did.
♥ Fallout: Not usually. However, it was kinda different with Angelus. The first time they had sex he’d been having a lot of different feelings about him, plus he was feeling extremely vulnerable and sensitive. Mix that with the fact that he felt safe enough with him to have sex with him so in the heat of the moment he blurted it out. He got really flustered after he said it but as usual Angelus was very sweet and caring not to mention relieved ‘cause he’d been dying to say it but he didn't wanna pressure him.
♥ Skyrim: No, he’s a little too shy to be the first to say it.
(27) How does your OC typically spend their Valentine’s Day?
♥ Oracle: They do a little something different each year. Either something big and extravagant or something a little simple. Regardless of what they do, the point is to be together.
♥ Fallout: What I mentioned a few questions back. Jela gets the two little cakes, mixes some Nuka-Starlight and after dinner watch the stars as they eat the cakes, drink the soda and spend the night together.
♥ Skyrim: Angelus wakes him up with breakfast in bed. The cute bottles I mentioned before. They spend a few hours in bed. Then when the sun goes down they head down to a meadow where they have a little picnic by moonlight.
(28) What is something unconventional that your OC thinks is romantic?
♥ Oracle: Okay, so this is Jelani's most favorite thing. Ever! The apartment has three rooms: main, guest and a third they turned into the gaming room. All the consoles, obnoxiously giant tvs, pcs and such are in there. What else is in there? A corner reserved for Angelus's drawing stuff. His tablets, laptop, inks, pencils–everything he uses is there. There's also a big ol’ bean bag. Whenever the mood strikes him to draw he goes there so Jelani takes a book or two with him, pushes the bean bag next to him, sits and reads. Both of them are just doing their own thing without saying a single word to each other, somehow finding a way to touch one another and just being in each other's company.
♥ Fallout: Jela’s been teaching Angelus how to read and write as well as managing firearms. This lends itself for some bonding time that both of them really enjoy.
♥ Skyrim: So Loke has a garden where he grows some pretty rare herbs, roots and plants and in a corner of said garden he has some flowers that were his parents’s favorites as a way to keep their memory alive. But sometimes he’s so busy he barely has time to tend to the garden and a lot of those plants and herbs die. So Jelani has taken to bringing them back to life. What's the point of being a necromancer if you don't put it to good use? Angelus found out and has taken to helping Jelani in tending to the garden. It's kind of a thing they do and bond over while trying their best not to get caught.
(29) What is your OC’s favorite love song?
♥ Oracle: I don't know any love songs. I am being so serious right now, I really can't think of any. This ain't on the character, it's on me lol.
♥ Fallout: One More Tomorrow. It’s corny as shit and sappy and he knows it but after he had a massive break down and asked Angelus to sleep with him (as in keep him company, not as in fucking) the first song he heard the next morning was that one and for the first time he really listened to the lyrics and the first person he saw that morning was obviously Angelus and since then that song is like very soothing.
♥ Skyrim: N/A (there aren’t any songs outside of Ragnar the Red and The Dovahhkin Comes. How am I supposed to work with that??????)
(30) What is your OC’s favorite romantic movie?
♥ Oracle: Oh, no, no that’s not his thing but if I was to say something I guess you could say “The Fountain”.
♥ Fallout, Skyrim: N/A
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Who's the Best (and worst) Roommate?
1. Matt. Simply by virtue that he's... never around? He spends extremely long amounts of time away from his room (spending the nights with Marcus usually instead), which means when he was a 2nd year you'd get the whole room to yourself most days. The times he actually is in his home dorm he mostly keeps to himself and reads or listens to audio books. He does like to talk and make friendly conversation though, so if you initiate he'll perk right up from whatever he's doing to chat. The most bother you'll have from him is when him, Marcus, and Kaz get together for a group study session, but they're able to move if you need privacy.
2. Kaz. He's just a sweet boy! If a bit if a pushover sometimes. He likes to talk and get to know you better, but is understanding if you'd prefer to be alone. Any mess he makes he makes sure to keep to his side of the room, though he also gets antsy when the room is a mess he doesn't like to voice his concerns when it happens. If you're feeling under the weather he'll offer to get you something from Sam's to help you feel better. He spends a lot of time away from his room throughout the day and mostly just comes back to sleep late at night (though he tries to be quiet as possible when he comes back too late). Every week him, Marcus, and Matt will have group study sessions and alternate between each other hosting, but they can usually move to the lobby if you ask.
3. Stahli. Yet another sweet boy! He likes to talk about his day and your day, and might offer to make you some tea and a treat when he's making some for himself. Actually he might offer you food often, since he's always looking for a taste tester for his cooking experiments. He's a little bit of a neat freak though and might pester you to clean things up if you leave the room too unkempt for his taste. Also, he can't stand strong fragrances so he might complain if you want to burn a candle/incense with too strong a fragrance or if you use body spray/perfume.
4. Phobos. He's antisocial and doesn't like being bothered. Being his roommate is only nice if you don't want someone to talk to, cuz chances are he won't want to talk to you even if you try and initate conversation. It's possible to befriend him, but it will just take a bit of time. He stays up really late on his computer, so hopefully you can sleep through the clicking of his keyboard. He gets pissed off if you try to have company over, but can ignore them by playing on his computer with his headphones on.
5. Marcus. He keeps to himself for the most part, so you won't have to worry about him bothering you, however insomnia + night terrors will make sleeping in the same room as him a bit of a challenge. You might hear him wake up or make startled noises periodically through the night. Also his boyfriend Matt is usually hanging around the room with him and will often spend the night. Somehow he's even more nocturnal than Marcus is. Hopefully you'll get used to it. Other than that him, Matt, and Kaz will have group study sessions sometimes and he'll host it in his dorm room. He's understanding though if you want him to move somewhere else.
6. Nyx. Unfortunately staying with him would kind of suck unless you share a lot of characteristics with him. He spends a lot of time alone in his room when classes are out, so I hope you weren't hoping for privacy. Because of his low heat tolerance he requires special accommodations and keeps the room fairly cool, so hopefully you like cooler temperatures too. He often stays up late on his computer and does voice calls with his friends, and while he'll try and lower his voice he still isn't that good at monitoring his volume. There's also a slim chance of Spontaneous Eels knocking on your door at any given moment with no warning. No they won't go away either if you turn them away. He sleeps with a sound machine and a lava lamp cuz he can't stand the dark and quiet. Also he will absolutely get upset if you have too loud of company over, even if he doesn't say something. Hypocrite.
7. Vantablack. As if being around them for long periods of time wasn't unnerving or invasive enough, their side of the room is a godamn quarantine zone. They like to decorate their side of the room with bones and teeth strung up like string lights along their bed and there's a locked chest at the foot of their bed which you can only assume is full of human skulls. Weird sigils are painted on the walls around the window and by the doorway and they will NOT let you scrub them off, no matter how much they bother you. There's a weird smell of moss and lake water that permeates their side of the room at all times. You get the feeling they might have been rummaging through your things when you're not home but you have no proof. They're talkative and really want to get to know you better, but you get this weird feeling that they don't just want to get closer to you because they want to be friends...
#ツイステッドワンダーランド#twst#twisted wonderland#oc#original character#matthiaos#kazuo guerrero#marcus tomford#nyx nocturne#stahli heimer#phobos banner#vantablack#vantablack entity
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Hii I wanna request a match up !!
PRESONALITY: I’m a introvert, but if I’m around people I’m close with , I’m more extroverted, I’m really sarcastic when it comes to anything , I really don’t like going out , especially when it’s around a lot of people I don’t know, I spend most of my time in my room , I’m really kind and determined even though I procrastinate a LOT. And I’m really caring for my friends.
LOOKS: I don’t really have a “style” because I like a little bit of everything, but I’m really inlove with streetwear and the “earthy “ style ( I forgot the name) because it brings out my skin tone , I really love 90’s inspired makeup and clothing style, along with the fly girl aesthetic too.
LIKES: baking, cooking, gaming, reading, drawing, (or any type of art) doing hair , shopping, doing makeup, rainy days / nights , and rotting in my bed all day.
DISLIKES: bullying, public speaking( and places), school,secret animosity between friends, loud noises, loud people, people , people who fetishize poc, and racism, etc.
HOBBIES: I said most of my hobbies in the like section.
MUSIC TASTE: a little bit of rap, r&b, 80’s-90’s slow jams , 90’s Japanese pop, indie, modern Japanese pop, and whatever genre you put “the smiths” music in.
I’m mostly nocturnal because I’m so busy in the day with school and housework, I do most of my reading at night while listening to music , and I’m usually helping out with cooking .
That’s all :3!!
Hey honey bunni 🥰🥰 btw I freaking love how you described yourself.
So immediately Inumaki and Miles 1610
Inumaki -
You’re a Fly Girl so it’s only right that you have a bf that matches your vibe and Inumaki 100% does , the flyest couple ever! I can see you two swapping clothes and putting together bomb ass fits. Pictures go crazy! I can definitely see him styling you too. Ugh I kinda wanna be you guys
He is in love with your earthy girl core, drools when you wear waist beads. And him being with you just compliments your style that much more.
Can’t say much words but don’t let that fool you he is sassy and will match your sarcasm with the tone of what he says. Will be more than happy to stay inside with you and do whatever he actually prefers it.
He is very kind and caring like you are and is the sweetest boyfriend ever, expect him to be clingy and random text about how much he loves you and cares for you, will give you things that remind him of you. You are his back ground picture, shows you off.
Will let you practice your makeup and hair on him loves it.
Understands your dislike of public speaking because of his technique.
Miles 1610 -
Matches your street style also, compliments all of your fits, makes you do a spin for him while he smiles like an idiot.
He’s not an introvert, but loves that you’re quiet, he can be the yapper while you be the listener, loves to talk to you.
Sometimes doesn’t catch you’re sarcasm and when you say you were being sarcastic, he blushes form embarrassment and says that he knew that, it’s super cute
He draws too so you two can show each other drawings and get inspiration from one another.
Miles is influenced by his uncle Aaron so he will rap all the Biggie and Rakim lyrics with you, it’s a vibe every time.
Will also let you practice your make up on him, he’d probably complain and ask a lot of questions tho
Will rot in bed with you once he’s next to you watching your favorite movies/shows with snacks
- I had so much fun with this one 😘
#jjk x reader#inumaki x reader#toge x reader#miles morales x reader#earth 1610 miles morales x reader#xxoxo updates#xxoxoask#xxoxobree
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Your Arse (Proinsias Cassidy x Reader) [Request]
please could you write a cassidy (preacher) x depressed gf imagine? i’m just having a hard time lately and i think that nocturnal irish dickhead would probably cheer me up, thank you x—Requested by anon
I apologize for getting this back to you so late, anon. I hope you like it, and I hope it helps. ♥
Warnings: mention of self-immolation
Gif Source: margothecreator
They say depression is like a cloud, making everything gray and banishing away sunlight. For you, it was more like a hole, a deep pit with the entrance towering high above, leagues out of reach.
And sometimes it filled with water, the pit, gallons and gallons that pressed down on you with increasing pressure. Sometimes you kicked toward the surface, treading water barely to keep your nose and mouth above the turbulent waters.
Other times, you let yourself sink to the bottom, wondering when you would inhale enough to feel the blissful numbing of everything shutting down.
Oftentimes, you would manage to haul yourself up out of the pit, out of the crushing pressure of the water. It took monumental effort, and you felt more exhausted afterward than you did just wallowing at the bottom of it all.
It was getting harder to climb out.
People who bothered to notice offered unhelpful advice and suggestions: “If you smile more, it’ll make you happier!” “Go out and do stuff, meet people!” “Take B-twelve!”
You couldn’t even muster up irritation anymore at such inane suggestions.
All you felt was numb.
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The only person who didn’t say such stupid things was your boyfriend. In your mind, you referred to him as “Nocturnal Irish Dickhead,” but his name was Proinsias Cassidy, although he preferred the latter. You liked to think that because he was a vampire and over a century old, he simply knew better than to spout off the nonsense other people said.
The sad fact of the matter was, he never said any of that shit because what was the point? After a century of depression and guilt and shame, he knew that the best medicine was whatever you decided worked best. If that meant sleeping half the day away and then spending the rest of it on the couch, swaddled up in a weighted blanket, so be it.
Until the day you were still in bed near sunset. He had heard you wake, shift, and then lay still, curled in the fetal position as though you were going to cry. The tear ducts were dry, however. You couldn’t get them to work.
After an hour, Cassidy wandered into the bedroom, doing his best to hide his unease. You followed him with one eye until he sat on the edge of the mattress.
He offered you the bottle of whiskey in his hand. You shook your head.
“You sure?” he asked.
“It’s bad for you.”
“Sure, but it takes the edge off.”
You fixed him with a stare. “It doesn’t even work. It’s all still there in the morning.”
He shrugged and set the bottle down between his feet. “That’s fair.”
Cassidy scuffed his shoes against the wooden floor. He had chosen to wear the clothes you had bought him, looking for once like a properly dressed gent and not a down-on-his-luck asshole. You wondered if he had donned the outfit in an attempt to cheer you up. Even if he hadn’t, you were surprised to feel mildly pleased to see him gussied up in regular attire.
“Y’know, if Tulip or Jesse were here, they’d say something about you being in bed all day.”
You frowned, glanced away from him.
“But, y’know, they’re not here, so there’s that. And if they did say something like that, I’d make them eat their own words back.”
“Oh, yeah?” you managed to ask.
“Definitely. Anything for my girl. If you asked me to light the ol’ padre up for you, I would.” He fished around in his pocket until he yanked out a cracked Bic lighter. “Got my fire-making tool right here and everythin’.”
Despite yourself, you snickered. “That’s only because you want to get back at Jesse for letting you burn in the sun.”
“It’s only fair that he understands the sacrifice I made to prove that point to him.”
“Sacrifice,” you snorted.
“Hey, it’s no walk in the park getting burned to a crisp, yeah? It took me ages to get better. Ages, love. Not to mention the smell. I’ll never get it out of my nose, not for as long as I live.”
“That was years ago.”
“I know! That’s the point, love!”
You glanced back at him, head cocked slightly as you took in the borderline manic expression on his worried face, his lighthearted smile strained by his desperation to make you feel better. “Do you want me to tell you to light Jesse Custer on fire?”
“Alls I’m saying is that I would not offer any objection if you told me to. I would do it, no questions asked.”
“Tulip would kill you.”
“Well, see, lots of people have tried, and I’m still here, y’know. I killed a whole plane of ’em once and then took a nose-dive into fuckin’ Nevada or somethin’, I dunno. Not only did I survive the fall, but I managed not to get burned to a crisp. So, I’m not afraid of Tulip.”
“Uh huh.”
“I can prove it to you!”
Despite yourself, a weak laugh slipped past your lips. “Okay, but only because I want to see Tulip tear a piece out of your ass.”
“You make that sound like a bad thing.”
You kicked his hip, the blow lessened by the sheets tangled around your legs.
“Ow! What was that for?” He rubbed at his bony hip, grimacing. “Try to do something romantic for my girl and I get repaid in pain.”
“Baby.”
A wide, genuine smile split across his face, eyes dancing. “There she is.”
Cheeks burning, you glanced away from him. “Shut up.”
The bed shifted as Cassidy crouched down in front of you, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Now would ya come outta bed, love? You can make a bed on the couch, and we can watch trash TV. Just move from the bed, yeah?”
Huffing, you hung your head. “Fine.”
“It’s not that far to the couch, love.”
“Yeah, I know, I know.”
“Do you need me to help you walk? I can even move your jaw for you if you wanna snack on stuff.”
You shot him a glare as you disentangled from the sheets and climbed to your feet. “You’re being an ass.”
“Yes, but I’m your arse, and you love me. You love your arse.”
Another snicker slipped past your teeth. “You’re damn right I do.”
Cassidy made a show of glancing at your behind. “And I do, too.”
You smacked his shoulder on the way out.
#Proinsias Cassidy x Reader#Proinsias Cassidy#Proinsias Cassidy imagine#Cassidy x Reader#Cassidy#Cassidy imagine#Preacher#requests
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The SPECTRE AU- The Coalition
Second Attempt
It takes about a month to gather all the ones they belive they could work with, Skulker and Red Huntress being the hardest to convince.
In an unassuming warehouse at the outskirts of Amity Park Industrial Park (about a block and a half).
There is a gathering of people and spirits trying to come up with enough that they have in common to work together.
It is an odd gathering, all of them nervous, all trying to play it cool, Tucker and Technus trying to distract themself with something on Tuck’s PDA.
Cujo chasing his tail not noticing the tension.
Ellie sitting on Wulfs shoulder dangling her little legs while he just stands there like a nervous Pangolin.
Constantine is massaging his nosebridge trying to ward of a headache.
He calls for attention.
They have gathered here because there are some people and spirits that want to rule and to hurt, to control and to forbid, to stand alone at the top and none of us are among the ones they want to keep happy.
They see us a threats to whatever plans they have.
The GiW, Nocturne, Klarion, Vortex, Undergrowth, Plasmius and Anton Arcane are the ones that Constantine mentions.
The people are quitley contemplating this.
And Phantom is overwhelmed Constantine continues.
There needs to be more of us, that keeps ALL of us safe.
Now the Noise increase, now there is shouting untill eventually their minds clear enough to be a bit quite.
And eventually they all agree.
Constantine is put as boss of the Organisation (he really does not want to), after the liberal use of puppy dog eyes to convince him.
And also the reason that he is the only real option as leader when meeting other heroes, law enforcement agencies and other entites.
This Protection Organisation that will protect People and Spirits alike from the worst of either side.
Skulker only really agree when Constantine pays him with monthly hunting trips to many different realities, if he behaves himself.
Ember atleast at first, just goes along with har boyfriend.
Technus is given a new goal and his main mission is to keep everybodies tech topnotch and Skulker in particular (so that Plasmius can not bribe him).
Wulf likes Phantom, so he goes along with it.
The rest are more or less heroes.
Cujo is a good doggo.
It is Tucker that comes up with the Acronym S.P.E.C.T.R.E. and about 15 different suggested meanings for it.
They all agree to it, but it takes about 4 months before they realise that they have all differnet interperations of what it means.
Danny Phantom thinks it means Secure and Protect Entites, Combat Terror Rescue Entites.
You do not want to know what Skulker thinks it stands for.
So the SPECTRE organisation members are.
(O=Original)
O1-John Constantine
-Chief Excutive Officer
-The Boss
-The Spirutal Detective
O2-Red Huntress- Valerie Gray
-Hero
O3- Danny Phantom
-Hero
-Main Powerhouse
-Protector of Amity Park
O4- Skulker
-The Greatest Hunter
O5- Ember McClain
-Powerhouse
O6- Tucker Foley
-Tech Wizard
-Field Agent (masked with unform)
O7- Samantha ‘Sam’ Mason
-Witch apprentice
-Field Agent (masked with unform)
O8- Nicholai Technus
-Tech Wizard
-Upgrader
O9-Danielle ‘Ellie’ Phantom
-Hero in Training
-Field Agent
O10- Wulf
-Transport
-Emergency Extraction
-Extraction
O11- Jasmine ‘Jazz’ Fenton
-Tech Provider (from the Fentons)
-Field agent (in mask with uniform)
-Distraction (from the Fentons)
-Counsler in Training
O12- Daniel ‘Danny’ Fenton
-Tech provider (from the Fentons)
-Offical Main Distraction (from the Fentons) (Offically)
O13- Cujo
-Security
-Attack dog
-Service Dog
-Good Doggo
Second attempt after accidental deletion is now done.
What do you think that the offical meaning of S.P.E.C.T.R.E. should be?
Should the next thing I do be: Villains, Allies or Items?
#spectre au#spectre#s.p.e.c.t.r.e. au#s.p.e.c.t.r.e#danny phantom au#danny phantom#john constantine#red huntress#sam mason#tucker foley#skulker#ember mclain#nicolai technus#dp cujo#cujo#wulf#jazz fenton#dc#dc x dp#danny fenton#heroes and villains#superheroes
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Aite. Woke up in a... smutty mood so you know what time it is. So here's a little something-something for Lovely/Vincent.
Also, big shout for the hornii channel in the REDACTED bestie channel. Maple and Alphie, you guys have unleashed me.
As usual, minors please DNI:
Becoming a Vampire is not for everyone. Adjusting into a new, magical life is one thing but coming to terms that you're barely human is another. And most often than not, the Turnings are traumatic.
For most Vampires, dying is the catalyst and Lovely is no different.
As their Maker and boyfriend, it's Vincent's honour and responsibility to help them adapt to their new, nocturnal life. Therapy helps and a conversation with William about how the Clan is ready to help them both in any way makes the healing process a bit more bearable.
As long as they're together, Vincent and Lovely can move on from the Inversion.
"Hey, Lovely," Vincent greets them as soon as they step into the living room. William called them up for something and Lovely went to their bedroom for some privacy. Not that it means much considering they're both Vampires but some semblance of normality hurts no one.
Lovely flickers a smile when Vincent eagerly pats his lap. Once they made themselves comfortable on his lap and eye-to-eye, Vincent gently kiss the tip of their nose.
"So how was Will?"
"He was wondering if we would like to have dinner with him this weekend. He just wants to catch up."
"A dinner with William usually means sitting down in one of those fancy restaurants at the wealthy side of Dahlia. Are you OK with it?"
"Do you think I'm ready to go outside?"
"Sure! As a Newborn, you've got good control over your bloodlust already. It shows that you excel in whatever you put your mind to, Lovely."
"Ever the smooth talker, Vince."
"Hey, credits are where credits are due and all that. Speaking of bloodlust, are you hungry?"
"I... could use a bite. I think we still got some blood bags in the fridge."
"I have a better idea."
Vincent grins and nicks his neck using his nails. The moment the scent of his blood hits their nose, Lovely's eyes blow wide. They lick their lips, savouring the temptation for both of their sake. "You're not playing fair, Vincent..."
"Why should I when my Lovely deserve nothing but the best." And with that, Vincent gently cards his fingers through Lovely's hair before pushing their head towards his neck. Where mouth meets skin.
Lovely surrender themselves and dart their tongue, slowly licking him. Savouring the taste that's purely Vincent while his body tense with pleasure and excitement. He moans when Lovely sinks their fangs in and drinks. Heat running through both of them now.
Vincent wasted no time. As soon as Lovely wrapped their arms around his shoulders in hopes to melt their body with his, Vincent push his hand into their loose shorts to palmed his Lovely between their legs. Groaning how hot they are and how his erection is about to burst through his trousers.
Lovely is so sweet and soft against his body as he begins rubbing them in earnest. "Spread your legs a bit more... yes, that's it, Lovely," Vincent murmurs. "Just like that... let me make you feel good." They whimper as he leans down to nibble their clothed nipple and that was enough to send his perfect lover over the edge.
"Vincent!"
The scent of cum and blood cast a spell on the couple. When Lovely detach their cute fangs from Vincent's neck, their blissed-out expression made Vincent crazy with desire. He kneads their ass and Lovely gasp when he smacks the warm flesh.
It takes a while for Lovely to get a hold of themselves but once they do, a wicked smile is on their face and it took Vincent's breath away. "Daddy always takes good care of me," They purr and Vincent's fangs ache with want. "So it's only right for me to take of you Daddy~"
Before Vincent could react, they easily slide off his lap to kneel on the floor. They then slowly ease open his knees and unfasten his pants, licking their lips as his cock springs free. Vincent shudders when they stroke him once and then feel their breath. Lovely purrs when they see their name tattooed just above his cock. They then moist their fangs, lean forward and -
Vincent tips his head to moan. Helpless and wreck with pleasure as Lovely drinks their fill. He can't help it, he cups their face and watches their mouth work on his dick. "Fuck! Lovely! No... idea - easy baby, easy! - always this good -" He gasps when Lovely caress his balls. Vincent isn't sure if he's going to cum instantly or pass out. Nothing exists except for Lovely and how their suckling becomes greedy and needy.
It isn't long until Vincent's eyes roll back in his head and he cums. Hard and painted his Lovely's face white. They giggle when Vincent hurry to hoist them back up on his lap and lick it clean.
It's going to be a good night.
#monotony's rambling#redacted asmr#smutty oneshot#they/them pronoun for lovely#lovely (listener)#vincent solaire#use the word of 'daddy' in here
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SteveTony Weekly - July 24th
Happy Sunday!! Here’s what I read this week. Be sure to leave your author a comment or kudos if you enjoy a story!
***Marks my recent favorites
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Nocturnal outings by BladeoftheNebula
Steve wakes up in the future and finds himself plagued by an old habit
Good Boy by VenomousSoliloquy
It's not the waiting really.
No.
It's the anticipation.
Love All Of Me by Nixie_DeAngel
And…and that right there was what was really holding him back from being honest, from telling his boyfriend that he was asexual and had absolutely no interest whatsoever in sex or sexual acts of any kind beyond a little heavy kissing.
Or, Steve struggles in telling Tony something important about himself.
Love Bites (Renewable Collar) by RoseRose
Tony is possessive, and likes to leave hickeys. Steve enjoys every moment of it.
Indecent Proposal (Or So He Thinks) by UisceOneLove
Proposing to Tony is something Steve's considered for a while. He just didn't plan on doing it like this.
Tipsy Truth by Becci_chan
Steve froze. Oh no. He was not ready to face Tony yet. He swallowed, then turned around with a smile.
“Do you want an omelette as well?” he asked, aiming for casual, because yes, everything was fine and he hadn’t practically offered himself to Tony last night. Nope, didn’t happen.
missing what's right in front of you by starksnack
Tony has been working up the courage to ask Steve out, when he gets an invitation to drinks from Captain America.
gift-wrapped joy by ArabellaAM
He’s sitting at his desk in his office, looking distractively at the necklace and thinking about what to give Tony this year, when he hears a soft knock on the door.
“Yes?” He asks, lifting his gaze.
Slowly, the door opens and Peter, their five-year-old son, sticks his head inside, looking hesitant. That catches Steve’s attention automatically. “Hey, Pete,” he says, drawing a small smile as he pushes back the chair and pats his lap.
Or, Steve doesn't need to come up with a gift for Tony; this year, without realizing it, Peter has decided to give both of them a gift.
Leap of Faith by grandmacore
Everyone knows Steve Rogers doesn't date. But when he meets Tony Stark and his son he may need to reconsider.
i'll take care of you by nanasekei
“Hi.”
Steve blinks. The sound of loud thunder roars outside, but he doesn’t jolt, too focused on the image in front of him to be startled by the noise.
He has no idea what to say, and he isn’t sure if the shock is because of Tony’s absolutely sodden state – his hair glued to his forehead, his clothes dripping with water, forming a small puddle in front of Steve’s door – or because he wasn’t expecting to see Tony for at least three more days.
“Hi?” he says, a little tentative, before his brain catches up to reality. In his defense, he was getting ready to sleep when Tony knocked. He looks at what Tony is holding – a wet mess that seems to have been a flower bouquet at some point. “What are you doing here?”
Call Sign: Wild Card by Captain_Panda
Things you're not allowed to do, according to Steve: train Air Force pilots with your Iron Man suit.
Things Tony does: whatever gives Steve an aneurysm.
We Are Far Too Young and Clever by laudatenium
In his head, he knew Tony was still a kid. Suffering from shell shock and whatever emotional abuse Howard had managed to put him through.
But even with that, Tony somehow rose above it all to become extraordinary.
He was a teammate, a genius, and a friend. He was terribly mature for his age. Tony was Iron Man, not Iron Boy.
Despite everything, there still stood an age difference of ten or seventy-six years, depending on your calculation.
But his heart was telling him not to listen.
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AU where Tony becomes Iron Man at 16, an Avenger at 17, and Steve's . . . infatuation at 18.
Emanata (The Comics Will Break Your Heart Remix) by teaberryblue
Steve Rogers has the opportunity to fulfill his childhood dreams of becoming a comic artist when eccentric billionaire, superhero patron, and obsessive comic enthusiast Tony Stark offers him a job drawing Iron Man.
But Tony Stark has no idea that Steve Rogers is really Captain America, the newest member of the Avengers.
And Iron Man has no idea that Captain America is really Steve Rogers, up-and-coming comic book artist.
And Steve doesn't know what to do about the fact that he's falling head over heels for them both.
Carry The Colors Darling (One Last Time) by RayShippouUchiha
There’s a rush, a flare of sheer, burning power that crawls its way through his veins.
It invades every part of him in a moment that seems to take both seconds and years to pass, tugs at his senses with an urgency that cannot be denied.
It demands that he follow.
Demands that he see.
Tony lets it take him, gives himself over to it, and in that moment, trapped in that endless second, infinity is laid out before him.
Muscle Memory by valtyr
Steve has forgotten everything since Project Rebirth.
Bare by BlossomsintheMist
Steve and Tony share an intimate moment, and Steve indulges his preference for not just filling Tony up with his dick, but his come, too. They both have a good time.
Hidden Truths by Penumbren
In which Tony is oblivious and Steve is not.
Imitating Art by valtyr
Steve's a visual kind of person.
How To Save A Life by itsallAvengers
Steve and Tony fight, which is honestly not that unusual.
Then Tony gets kidnapped. And suddenly Steve has a lot more to worry about than their stupid argument.
if I time it right, the thunder breaks (when I open my mouth) by nanasekei
“You know,” Tony mumbles, because Tony never stops talking. “When you say shit like - like that, it’s… It’s hard.” His voice is slurred now, his eyes closed, as if he’s not even sure he’s still saying anything aloud. “Because I know I should believe you, but I – I wanna believe it so bad, so fucking much, that it feels like I shouldn’t. Like, the second I believe it, the other shoe’s gonna drop, and you’re gonna find out you don’t mean it.”
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Or: Five Times Steve told Tony he loved him, and one time he didn't need to.
our hearts should remember and follow. by frostfall
Steve hums. “I didn’t know you could play. Or sing. Don’t think I’ve heard anyone mention it before.”
Tony shrugs. “It’s one of the few things, skills, I don’t flaunt. Not something people are interested in, anyway. Not gonna sway any board members by playing fucking Für Elise for them. Sides’, there’s a high chance I wouldn’t even play. Well, maybe if you get me drunk enough and near an instrument. Then, I might reconsider.”
(After a dream leaves Tony rattled, he turns to the piano as a way to distract himself.)
Got You Under My Skin by BlossomsintheMist
“I’d be happy to show you a good time,” Tony said, smiling a little obscurely, Steve thought, as if to himself, but still with that warm, knowing look, affectionate and oddly fond, “any time you want.”
Steve Rogers goes to Tony Stark's birthday party. Things progress from there, with a lot of flirtiness leading to propositions, and propositions leading to, well, what comes next, and Steve isn't even sure what he wants after that.
Set in the Marvel Ultimate Universe, and written for the 2014 Cap_Ironman Reverse Big Bang. Art by wiredoll, here.
The Mysterious Affair at Stark's by FestiveFerret
It was universally agreed upon that the best parties in Bannerly Park were those held at Stark Manor, and tonight would be no different... or would it?
Wild weather, loud noises, an argument, a mysterious stranger, and at the end of it all...
A murder.
my pain fits in the palm of your hand by meidui
Steve is ready to be caught and turned in, ready for Tony’s sad mouth and angry eyes, but he isn’t ready to find Tony motionless and smelling like vomit and sweating through the undershirt and boxers his captors had stripped him down to, his ankles shackled to the concrete and his hands—
Or: Six months after the events of Civil War, Tony is kidnapped and his hands are broken. Steve takes a plea deal to go back to the Compound and be his hands.
#stony#stevetony#stevetony weekly#stevetony fic#fic rec#fic rec list#steve rogers#tony stark#iron man#captain america
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