#I'M WEAK FOR THE [REDACTED] TROPE

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

just edited this week's chapter for matcha and im kicking my feet

[lueurjun]

hey gorgeous gorgeous!! i actually NEVER request anymore but after reading your stuff i figured I'd risk it all because I just HAVE TOOOOOOO 😮‍💨😩 it's soso good..... your comments sprinkled throughout, your layout, the sheer skill / talent..... it's just. 🤌 mmmmwah.

& hey, if you ain't feeling this request DO NOT 🚫🙅‍♀️ FEEL INCLINED TO DO IT OK??? just take the compliment (bc I mean it very truly) and let it sink bc it's not that deep fr fr. (the request i mean. not the compliment. the compliment is that deep 🙂‍↕️🫶)

but I was wondering!! maybe!! if you could do something for skz with a 9th member reader or a s/o reader (whichever you're most comfortable with!!) who's an actor and they basically do like.. a REALLY INTENSE emotional scene ─ i'm talking screaming, crying, something violent something heart wrenching yadda yadda yk how k-dramas can be 🙂‍↕️ and what the boys' reaction would be to that? 👉👈🥹

like,, especially bc they're so used to reader being a cheerful bubbly easygoing person off screen that it throws them in for a loop? (sunshine character going ballistic. sunshiney babies becoming traumatized. cinnamon rolls getting thrown through the literal ringer and coming back again i don't know why it tickles my brain it just DOES. it hurts so good. 😭🤝)

I'm a [redacted] for that trope. I've been bombarded with k-trauma snippets from my insta and youtube feed. that one sieun scene from weak hero class? yeah ts wounded me for days.

hi hi my beauty! first of all this is my first impression of you and i am quite literally obsessed with your energy, you 🫵 are everything i repeat EVERYTHING !!! also your compliments have made my head SO BIG ! thank you so much for how lovely you are omg come here lemme give you a hug 🥰 i always get super nervous about my comments so the assurance that they are loved makes me feel SO much better !! THANK YOU SO MUCH

now onto your request, i shall fulfill but first i need some clarification. do you want it to be with one specific member? or the whole group and it’s like a platonic soft thing? just want to clarify so i can make it the best i possibly can for you my lovely 🩵🩵 hope this made sense and it wasn’t a ramble 😭

[simonsquest]

⭐

I'm interested to hear you talk about Selena as a character that you fleshed out, if you'd like :3

I would love to! Thank you so much for asking!

So reflecting on the source material in Haunted Castle (at the time Revisited wasn’t announced yet), there really wasn’t too much I could infer from it to be the basis for how I would write Selena. Some facts were:

Selena’s appearance (and I say this but also totally redacted Simon’s blue hair. Sorry HC!Simon, lol)

The fact that she could not fight back when she was abducted by Dracula

And at the end of the game, that she’s physically close to Simon as they watch the castle crumble

I almost had too much freedom to create her character, which was a challenge for me, lol!

I think I may have mentioned this in an older post, but I initially started writing Selena as very emotionally reserved, cold, with no fondness for Simon at all.

Keeping in mind how marriage would work in that time period, arranged marriage seemed most period-appropriate (and we’ve talked a bit about how by that time, the Belmonts would have to take more calculated steps for their bloodline).

She was originally very begrudging to have been selected to marry Simon. You can still see remnants of this in some of the early chapters, but I chose to thaw her out a bit and instead have her take on an angle of polite, but cautious. Not getting attached, but understanding how her role in this is significant and vital to the success of the bloodline, a responsibility she would take on honourably if it’s to help rid the world of Dracula.

I think that more noble and selfless angle better aligns with the personality that she is revealed to have later, whose traits could be described as:

Nurturing/healing

Motherly

Amicable

Self-sufficient

Independent

Perceptive

I really like the hurt/healing character dynamic so it isn’t surprising that I made that the basis of Simon and Selena’s dynamic in the literal: that Selena knows traditional medicine and doesn’t have a weak stomach with regard to wounds that Simon will often return with.

In this way I was able to show the audience that Selena’s nurturing and healing nature is her strength, and it is something that Simon comes to rely on and respect her immensely for.

Admittedly, I had a much clearer idea of how I wanted to interpret Simon, and I created Selena’s personality around that, with the ultimate goal of them being good matches for each other once the walls come down. I wanted both to be able to stand and fight on their own, but they find so much more power and strength together.

I may have also mentioned this before but I made her a magic user (albeit an imperfect one) largely because I wanted to find a way to tie in Juste’s magical ability resurfacing. There are also specific plot devices that did (and will) make use of Selena’s magic. It allowed me to be able to take a character who could be seen as a damsel in distress (and don’t get me wrong, I fully respect that trope and still use plenty of elements from it!) and equip her with the tools to defend, fight back, strategize.

But that’s the beauty in Selena as a character, too: she can readily be fiercely independent, but when she opens her heart to Simon

she can let herself be fought for. Protected. The walls can come down and it’s okay.

And it’s the same for him, of course. :) <3

The mutual love and respect for each other was such a huge driving force behind what I wanted to accomplish in their dynamic.

The most difficult trait about Selena that I felt really out of my depth writing was the fact that she (and Simon, too) wanted to grow their family. Having children is not an idea I relate to/desire for, so writing that as a motivation did not come naturally to me at all, hahaha!

[shipfishwrites]

i've come up with a name for a pern rp plot device: the Inevitable Gold

this is when an entire plot is pointing to and leading to a gold existing and/or doing somrthing that resolves the plot. of course, the prototypal pern plot, Dragonflight, was an Inevitable Gold story. wirenth/prideth was a partial subversion of the Inevitable Gold trope

"oh no! dragons are going extinct / we're down to one weyr!" -> Inevitable Gold

"we don't have a leader, but here's this clutch we're watching" -> Inevitable Gold

"everyone is angry at each other" (admittedly this is weak) -> Inevitable Gold (mom flavor)

"i'm from a rebel group and we need protection from thread" -> Inevitable Gold

"my character is sexually repressed and needs a strong [rest of phrase redacted]" -> Inevitable Female Dragon (Gold if your character is a cis woman, Green if they're anything else, particularly a gay man)

[hollyparrot]

Don't Judge a Book by its Cover

I didn't pay much attention to dracula, Lelouch, edgy boi, Ayn either. Every game needs a loner, rebel character and Ayn checks all the boxes. Ok, you're cool. I get it. This trope is popular for a reason.

After all the insults I hurled at Ayn in my mind, I ended up liking him the most. Karma truly is a beach 😅

In the prologue, when MC drew him as a <redacted>, I was rolling my eyes. I'm like, ya ain't seriously telling me that this scrawny dude with the thick eyeliner is the first arc's badass (i thought it was gonna be Alkaid). Then he puts on the black hooded cloak and choker --- tone the edginess down a notch buddy!!

But that's what good story telling does. It changes a reader's perception of a character and wins them over. Ayn's Godheim route is my favorite. I've replayed that route a disgusting amount of time. I'm finished with Godheim and I can still say that it's my favorite for that arc.

His route is so heroic. Heroic was the last word in my mind when I first saw him in game. At the climax of his route, with the music and visuals, you feel the struggle, then you feel the triumph. It's not about if it's the perfect ending, which it isn't, but how they got there. Good old courage and determination in the face of adversity.

There are no perfect victories in life. You grieve your losses, but you also take the victory you achieved, no matter how small it seems in the grand scheme of things and celebrate it fully in the moment.

This is why I like Ayn's route over Clarence's. Clarence's is the tearjerker, ultimate route, but it's a little too heavy for me. Ayn's route shines in its simplicity.

Noooo i fell for the edgy boi lmao. To be fair almost every LI I like has a similarity to them: confidence. Ayn may be edgy boi but he certainly has confidence in spades. They will have their moments of weakness and doubt, but they always bounce back and face the challenge head on

[feuqueerfire]

July 2024 Movies/Shows Wrap-Up

A little monthly (spoilery!) wrap-up of all the shows, movies, and shorts I’ve watched or am watching in July 2024, general thoughts, and ranking of them all.

Recommendation of the month(s): Lovely Runner and My Stand-In were both popular in their circles and I'm glad I liked them both.

Ranking

Lovely Runner = My Stand-In

Blank S1

Longlegs

Dropped: Wandee Goodday after ep 8 (rip)

Currently Watching: Century of Love

Strangely, every single thing I watched this month has been a 2024 release. doesn't have often at all.

Average Rating: 6.1/10 (the top 3 pulling up the ratings of the bottom 2)

MDL Updates - Added to Watchlist: 

A section because I’m curious about how many shows I decide to add to my Watch List a month and also the ratio of watching them:adding them.

Title MDL (year) - (date added to Considering or finalized to Watchlist): initial reaction

Blank - Season 2 - 240704

Bad and Crazy (2021) - 240725: I had this on my watchlist before it was even released actually because I was on a Wi Hajoon binge in fall 2021. Ended up removing it sometime first half of 2022 it seems like because I got spoiled about the characters being [redacted] and wasn't sure if that's a trope I liked. But have watched some more Wi Hajoon and Lee Dongwook shows since then, so honestly, I think I'll probably like it. + I got an iQiyi 7-day VIP trial code, so I'll probably watch it on my commute using that.

Century of Love (2024) - 240727

The Boyfriend - 240731: Started getting a bunch of DaiShun/ShunDai tweets on my timeline after I liked 1-2 of their tweets so now I'm really curious about them. Have never watched a reality dating show and generally don't have any desire to but idk... maybe I'll watch it. but unlikely if they break up before i get around to watching this or something lol

To Watch List At Start Of Month: 62

To Watch List At End Of Month: 64

Removed from To Watch List:

Title (Year) - (date removed): reason

Currently Watching

Century of Love

Country: Thailand

Release Dates: Jul 10, 2024 - Aug 8, 2024

Watch Via: Youtube

Watch Dates: July -, 2024

Rating: TODO/10

Overall: - caught up: ep 7 -

tags: century of love

Also Appears In: Century of Love Ep 1 - 8 Live Blogging

Completely Watched

Blank - Season 1

Country: Thailand

Release Dates: Mar 2, 2024 - Apr 7, 2024

Watch Via: Youtube

Watch Dates: July 1 - 4, 2024

Rating: 6.5/10

Overall: A dramatic, intense, first half of an age gap GL and though the plot is ridiculous sometimes (mother, father, and daughter all in love with Khun Nueng at different points in life), I was invested. The acting was good, the storyline was good, I'm into the age gap and honestly expected it to be a little worse based on how people were talking about it lol. I loved getting to see Nueng play a character which I'm more accustomed to seeing in male love interests (or at least in the YA fantasy I used to read as a teen lol): she's callous, she's closed-off, she doesn't show her emotions/weaknesses and will be publicly cruel while having a heart-of-gold and breaking down in private. I'm looking forward to the next part.

tags: blank the series

Also Appears In: Blank S1 & S2 Live Blogging

omg, look how many shows I'm watching at once, haven't been in the middle of 4 shows since April 2022 but back then, they were all like short-ish shows (or Reincarnation Love is just 1 very short video and Ingredients is like multiple very short videos). This time, I have to be in the middle of My Stand-In and Wandee Goodday since I'm watching 2 on-air shows for the first time. The Lovely Runner thing is causing it to bulk up since I've paused that show until like July 8 but am planning on just straight binging that as usual when the time comes.

Lovely Runner 

Country: South Korea

Release Dates: Apr 8, 2024 - May 28, 2024

Watch Via: Viki (paid)

Watch Dates: June 25 (Ep 1 only), July 6 - 11

Rating: 7/10

Overall: A fun show with a fun concept and great acting + romance. It was funny and delightful most of the time, there was a kind of killer/suspense aspect but that wasn't really ever the Focus, Sunjae being killed was the focus; similarly, they didn't thoroughly explain the time travel because the mechanics wasn't the focus, Sol going back was the focus. I liked Sunjae and Sol together and it was fun seeing how Sunjae was slightly different in the different timelines lol I liked seeing the couple on high school, college, as idol!Sunjae and actor!Sunjae. It did feel a bit like consistency was lost in their relationship but that was the point i guess. It was a very romantic concept, the way they were falling in love in every timeline. Everything about it was good and I was engaged, I just don’t think I’d think about it much though.

tags: lovely runner

Also Appears In: Lovely Runner Live Blogging

My Stand-In

Country: Thailand

Release Dates: Apr 26, 2024 - Jul 12, 2024

Watch Via: iQiyi, so ;>

Watch Dates: June 25 - July 13, 2024

Rating: 7/10

Overall: How does Ming live knowing he never faced Joe's original body while having sex?! A permanent body switch should have more despair, Joe is just stuck in this random guy's body forever while his own body was cremated... horrific omg. I knew going into the show that Ming is supposedly a terrible person who treats Joe shittily and Joe keeps going back to it and I think that preparation helped me really enjoy the show. The show redeems Ming by the end but it doesn't necessarily pretend that Ming actually treated Joe well back then, Ming's shittiness was the point. It's a fun show and I was excited to see Ming realize how much Joe truly meant to him rather than his crush on Tong (also, fuck Tong's attempted redemption!). I found Ming and Joe so cute together man, like when the times were good, they were soooooo good. Overall, a good show, definitely one of the better BLs this year and one where I wasn't disappointed compared to the hype.

tags: my stand-in

Also Appears In: My Stand-In Live Blogging Eps 1 - 10, Ep 11, Ep 12

Longlegs (2024)

Country: USA

Release Dates: May 19, 2024 - Jun 21, 2024

Watch Via: at the theatres

Watch Dates: July 13, 2024

Rating: 5/10

Overall: Was hoping for more since it's so hyped. Didn't find it to be scary nor haunting, and the mystery aspect/the reveals felt anti-climactic. We did miss the first few minutes of the movie though and I wanna watch it, so that's on my list.

Okay, I've finished Lovely Runner, My Stand-In, and the Mistborn trilogy, so some of my unfinished stuff/series I was in the middle of has finished. Next up: Wandee Goodday (catch up + finished) and Blank Season 2, after that I can start watching shows that I haven't been in the middle of for weeks lol.

Wandee Goodday

Country: Thailand

Release Dates: May 4, 2024 - Jul 20, 2024

Watch Via: GMMTV Youtube (free)

Watch Dates: June 1 - DROPPED, 2024

Rating: -/10 but maybe a tentative 5/10

Overall: I was so excited for this based on how people were talking about the first 4 or so episodes, which I also thoroughly enjoyed once I started watching. But in the middle it felt character motivations and actions were inconsistent and I was confused about certain narrative choices (the kiss...) and so didn't really feel the urge to keep up week to week after ep 8. I was gonna binge eps 9 - 12 at once but I realized that I actually do not care because most things I've read about those few episodes made me dread watching it and I don't think I'd enjoy it. I saw a few gifs

tags: wandee goodday

Also Appears In: Wandee Goodday Live Blogging Eps 1 - 5, Ep 6, Ep 7, Ep 8,

Century of Love watching while on air. Watched a new thing after a while (nothing from July 14 to July 26). During that time, I had 0 on-air shows which is different from toward the beginning of the month but now I'm back to 1 on-air show.

On Air after MSI and Wandee - written on July 2:

idk if I should even watch another on-air because I think Wandee's kinda falling apart toward the end despite a strong start and this is not the only BL to have done this, esp for GMMTV recent BLs according to other people, so I'm... Caution.

but I think catching up on ep 10 with 2 eps left to go like MSI is pretty fun, instead of catching up at ep 5 like Wandee

there are a few candidates that I'm looking at. Ideally, it'd be a Saturday or Sunday show because I'm working (during the weekdays and often in person, so can't even watch it during breaks/lunch) but most shows tend to be on weekdays.

My Love Mix-Up! TH: Friday - BL - Aug 23 (12 eps): Before the show started airing, I was thinking I'd start this one and maybe watch all the way from ep 1 since I usually start from ep 3-4 at the earliest but uhhh I'm not hearing great reviews, so not a good on-air choice. Verdict: ❌

The Secret of Us: Mondays - GL - ends Aug 12 (8 eps). It'd be my first GL and the reception for the first 2 have been very good. However, I can't actually do this because it doesn't come on Youtube w/ subs until Thursday lol and idk if the illegal sites have subs (I think Netflix has subs but that's on Tuesdays). I wanna watch an on-air GL someday but unfortunately don't think it'll be this one (and Loyal Pin is 16 eps, that's too long unless I start on ep 12 lmfao). Verdict: ❌

Century of Love: Wed/Thursday - BL - ends Aug 8 (10 eps). Watching this could be cool with 2 episodes a week, so the wait won't be as long until next episode and we'll get double the length per week. It hasn't been released yet, so I'm Very Tentatively putting this on the watchlist because idk why I like seeing DaouOffroad clips/pics on my twitter these days even though I haven't even watched Love In Translation smh. The trope of loml-reincarnated-into-a-man D: is doesn't specifically call to me but I'm not opposed to it at all. honestly I could get into it if done well or done toxic in a delicious way because I don't remember First Love, Again at alllll. anyway, we'll see with this one. || Okay, people seem to loveee it so far and I've also grown more and more curious, so this one seems to be the next one, hoot! ✅

Love Sea: Sunday - BL - ends Aug 11 (10 eps). I like ForPeat, the gifsets I've seen are Appealing lol and I've heard good things about the first 3 eps, though 4th ep was a mixed bag. ❌ This will end when I'm away on vacation (and not watching shows) and I don't want that, either end before or continue going for couple weeks afterwards

The Trainee: Sunday - BL - Sept 15. It's a Sunday show, which is desirable for me but it ends in September, so I think I'm gonna consider watching one of the above shows that end in August first, and then if the reception to this show is still good, I'll maybe jump in for the last 3-4 episodes. Then again, maybe not, because one apparently can never be too wary of GMMTV shows falling apart in the last quarter or third. ⏭️ maybe the last few episodes but not before like ep 8 or smth

4 Minutes: Friday - BL - ? (? eps). This is one of my most highly-anticipated shows and so I'm tempted to watch it as it airs, especially to avoid spoilers but I think I do enjoy shows where I binge watch almost the entire thing and then watch the last episode live. so idk what I'll do. I'll have to mute everything and everybody on Twitter fr. ⏭️ but a few episodes will need to be out first

I have a 7-day iQiyi VIP voucher, so I'm planning on watching shows that way and I hope I can download shows to watch on my commute and stuff. I have to use the code by Sept 1. I'm eyeing shows that are exclusively available on iQiyi:

Bad and Crazy (can watching during commute)

Deep Night (too risque too watch during commute)

Love Sea (too risque too watch during commute)

Meet Me At The Blossom (tentatively because it's not yet finished and isn't on my watchlist yet)

I Hear The Sunspot (tentatively because it's not yet finished and isn't on my watchlist yet + it won't be over by the time I get to use the code hmm)

Love In Translation (tentatively because I'm more likely to watch this if I end up really liking Century of Love)

To Watch This Month - from July 1:

On-Air: pick up a new one maybe ✅ (CoL)

Finish On-Airs: Wandee Goodday ✅ and My Stand-In ✅

South Korea: I can watch most of these on my commutes. Lovely Runner ✅, Through The Darkness, She Makes My Heart Flutter, Method.

Thailand: Blank S1 ✅ & S2, a recent GMMTV BL (Cherry Magic), an older one (ITSAY)

Next Month - rotation of some counties with a few shows: Philippines (Gaya Sa Pelikula, Rookie/Sleep With Me), South Asian (Monkey Man, Jab We Met), some Japanese (Favouritism of the Gods, I Became the Main Role in a BL Drama)

✅: watched this month, ⏸️: currently watching, ❌: not watching in this iteration/section of country, ⏭️: moved to next month/ran out of time

[lesbianmasterchief]

Tagged by @tumble-bug

HOLY SHIT!!! OKAY this is such an honour omg wow. Green's such a versatile colour, esp bright green like that :] and congratulations from me as well to @/pullonmyantennae!!!

Last song: Lysergic Bliss by of Montreal

Last book: Halo: The Fall of Reach by Eric Nylund :D

Last movie: The Boy And The Heron!

Last show: Dandadan, I think?

Favourite colour: Orange!!! All shades! :]

Sweet/spicy/savoury: Depends on my mood, but I'd say sweet and savoury in about equal frequency. Not spicy, though -- I have a really weak spice tolerance T^T

Relationship status: Taken :]

Last thing I googled: Gravity's Rainbow. Skimmed the wikipedia page. I heard it mentioned here on tumblr and wanted to see what the deal was. Now I'm definitely looking for a copy!

Current obsessions: Neuroscience, but just like, casual introductory neuroscience (basically just all the interesting fun facts), a little bit of parapsychology, worldbuilding & speculative evolution, various sci-fi tropes, also various fantasy tropes (haven't been able to stop thinking about knights for a while), fungi (mycorrhizal networks my beloved), those Redbull YouTube shorts of the really crazy extreme sports moments, the Halo franchise <3, and, as always, Eddsworld.

AND MAY I JUST ADD insects with parasitic larvae are so cool they're really interesting to learn about :D

okay. And now I tag, as tumblebug did, with low pressure:

@orfisheus @smallest-planet @pughat @beetlenest @redacted-metallum @some-pers0n @dogglegog @doglike-sparky

Ten people I'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @marshmallow--shark Thanks for the tag!

Last song: Intro/Chamber The Cartridge by Rise Against

Favourite colour: Orange!

Last book: A Brief History of Intelligence by Max Bennett

Last movie: That Christmas (it was kinda weird and we didn't finish it)

Last show: Jentry Chau vs. the Underworld

Sweet/spicy/savoury: I don't have much of a sweet tooth anymore, but I used to. Savoury!

Relationship status: Happily single

Last thing I googled: "quality" synonym

Current obsession: Star Trek: Enterprise. This is my fallback obsession. Close behind is Jentry Chau as a very recent one.

Looking forward to: Seeing a concert and a musical next year!

Tagging: @ionamalachite @peculiarreality @thetachapel02 @deadheaddaisy @papercranesong @talshiargirlfriend @glitter-and-metal @dragons-in-spaceee @pearlypairings @strze-lec

[littleperilstories]

things you might like about tpot chapter 17, "the light in the storm"

(in no particular order)

stabbed

Protective Big Brother Jamie

Caretaker Colette

but also some snarky Colette

Caretaker Geoff

flashback, past tense, third person POV

cute Jamie and Geoff PDA 💕

"I'm sorry for you worrying you."

stitches 🧵

"Where does it hurt?"

collapse in the snow

yes, you read that right, more ❄️ snow ❄️

so I wonder what could be happening in this chapter

and which plot thread it continues

blood

weak and woozy from blood loss

worry (being expressed as anger wheeee)

angst

trying to be brave and tough

learning [redacted]'s dorky middle name

"Promise?" "Promise." 💕

no Hatch-bitch in sight :)

See any tropes you like? :')

(I definitely didn't make this list to distract you from last week's flogging cliffhanger okbyeeeee)

[ow-anteater]

For the niche ask game, Doomfist and Cowboy man (and/or Bastion if you wish to indulge me in my robot brainrot)

Questions from here

What a lovely assortment of characters! Though it is one behemoth of a post comign up be warned

Doom

a song that reminds me of them - Strangely enough, Gold Dust Woman by Fleetwood Mac has immense Doom energy to me. Both as a song I think he'd dig and as just a 'yeah that's somehow about Akande'

what they smell like - this motherfucker is decked out in cologne costing more than your rent on the daily. He's one of the two people world wide who keeps up with perfume trends. He smells almost infuriatingly well

an otp - Mmmmm no one really? Except maybe Reaper???

a notp - I don't see him shipped all that much so I've yet to be confronted with something that was just a comically bad idea

favorite platonic/familial relationships - 'Talon but it's a fucked up found family' is the only trope that matters. Akande and his trash kid Sombra whomst he loves very much my beloved

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with - Don't know if this is very against general fanon, but I'm weak to Doom being funny?? He's so smart and quick witted and it's so lovely when he gets to be both sharp and menacing and really funny in his own way

the position they sleep in - big headcanon that this man is bad at going to sleep. He will pass out in a chair or on a couch any day before just going to bed

a crossover au i’d love to see them in - Something like Pacific Rim maybe? Big monsters, hopeful appocalypse, him getting faced with the fact he'll have to work together to save the world?? Sounds good to me

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn - I am not immune to Talon Doomfist

Cowboy

a song that reminds me of them - When I Leave by Parker Millsap will always and forever be a [name redacted] song in my mind. It's simple and damned but hopeful about your own damnation

what they smell like - Bad 

an otp - I am so obsessed with McBap it’s not even funny. They’d bond, they’d hang out. They’d see the best parts of themselves reflected in the other, they’re perfect and I need the fandom to catch on yesterday

a notp - at this point McHanzo is toeing the line between ‘ship I’m just tired of’ and ‘full on notp get it away from me’ ... it is 100% only because of the fandom around it rather than anything inherent to the ship tho, but still - as soon as they drop the new name I’m rewriting all my old McHanzo fics to be either bapzo or mcbap sfdcdsk

favorite platonic/familial relationships - The golden trio being gentle with him is my biggest weakness. I need them to be gentle with him, awkward and tenative in exactly where those relations fall between friends, coworkers and something aching and parental. Esepcially with Ana lately, I’d love to see them get more time together

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with - I’m going to keep it real, I’m not saying more controversial stuff after the McHanzo denial

the position they sleep in - Flat on his stomach and he will buck off any duvet or cover during the night

a crossover au i’d love to see them in - it would be fun to play the ‘cyber-cowboy’ angle even harder, a Bladerunner au mayhaps

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn - Riverboat my beloved

Bastion

a song that reminds me of them - on vibes alone, I think Bastion themelves would love Down to the River to Pray, simplistic and beautiful

what they smell like - metallic and overwhelmingly warm. I genuinelt think the omnics run really hot and you can smell that

an otp - don’t ship the robot baby maybe???

a notp - don’t ship the robot baby maybe???

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with - My Bastion isn’t quite as childish as a lot of the fandom makes them? I also like when they’re distinctly non-human instead of their behavior borrowing from a human toddler

the position they sleep in - My HC is that omnics decide when they go into down mode, so it just depends on what pose they were holding when they did

a crossover au i’d love to see them in - it’s striaghtforward but wall-e would be fun. Let them be surrounded by other robots and just go wild

your favorite outfit they’ve ever worn - I’m basic and Overgrown is the only Bastion skin that there is

[impossiblerebelblaze]

i'm gonna be the evil one here and say 50-99! bwahahahhaha for anti

Most of these are just for Ire, unless Vice is mentioned by name in the answer I give.

50. When is their birthday?October 11

51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday?He doesn’t really do much ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

52. Do they have any family?No. Maybe like, other demons but no blood-relations (other than Jack???)

53. Are they close to their family?I mean kinda? “Close” like he lived inside Jack’s mind for however long. Does he like him? No.

54. What is their MBTI type?I took the test as him and got ENTP-A

55. What is their zodiac sign?I mean with his birthday, he’s a Libra

56. What Hogwarts House would they be in?Slytherin. But I think he’d live in the forbidden forest rather than the school

57. What D&D alignment are they?Chaotic neutral with heavy leanings towards the “evil” side

58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about?Probably things we wouldn’t be able to understand.

59. What are their views on death?He likes to think that he works alongside Death, in a way.

60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at?I guess he can’t really talk, so he just kinda yells, grunts, and laughs a lot,, but honestly if he’s thinking clearly, jokes can make him laugh quite a bit

61. When bored, how do they pass time?Either sleeping or causing general mayhem.

62. Do they enjoy being outside?Not really, he’d rather stay inside where it’s warm

63. Do they have an accent?Again, he can’t talk but you bet your ass he’d have an Irish accent

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction?His eyes go wide like he just saw a small prey animal and JUMP ON IT. he likes sweets

65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say?If it was due to a fight, he’d be screaming and fighting till his last breath. If he couldn’t do that, he’d wedge himself into someplace small, where nobody could find him.

66. How do they feel about sex?Ire doesn’t really understand it, and Vice would just see it as another possible way to torture someone, I guess.

67. What is their sexuality?Ire is basically ace, and Vice might as well be, too. Neither of them look at humans like that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood?HA NO

69. Is there anything that they find really gross?Physical affection, and Ire has this weird aversion to birds

70. Which TV Trope(s) best describes them?Psychological horror, the monster. (Wish there were more of those)

71. Do they enjoy helping people?Ire doesn’t, but Vice will if it feeds into something he’s doing

72. Are they allergic to anything?Nothing of note, maybe Vice would be allergic to cats because Jack is

73. Do they have a pet?No, he’d probably end up killing it tbh

74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they loose their temper?Imma do a quick rundown for bothVice. We’ve seen what he’s like when he’s mad. He spews threats, guilt trips the people around him. He’s wickedly smart and manipulative, but when he loses his temper, he gets impulsive and violent. Ire. He’s a lot like a furious cat. He screams as loud as he can, kicking, biting, scratching. Green rings appear in his eyes, and the room he’s in will start to tilt and shift. The eyes on his torso will start to ooze a rancid substance. When it drips on the ground, it starts to seethe and grow, shooting out veins across the floor and up the walls. It’s truly terrifying.

75. How patient are they?He can wait for hours looking down on his prey. He’s a master hunter, he can feel the rising tension in the air, the growing fear in his prey below.

76. Are they good at cooking?Nah Ire likes raw meat and eggs. He likes heat but he cannot cook.

77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often?If he could talk, he’d love to shoot insults at every given opportunity. Idk if he’d have a favourite one, but if you watch Jack’s videos, you’d have a general idea

78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy?He bounces around and chirps, or lounges around like a lazy cat.

79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears?Both Vice and Ire would absolutely exploit it. Use it to get at the person, to unnerve them even further.

80. Are they trustworthy?No. Ire is just outright evil and devious, Vice would, if it served him well, gain your trust for whatever selfish reason. You could trust him then. But if it was required m he’d break that trust without batting an eye.

81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it?No. He’s incredibly expressive, and can’t hide his anger or joy.

82. Do they exercise regularly?Climbing around like a spider is exercising right

83. Are they comfortable with the way they look?Ire can subtly change his appearance at will, but he likes his general form. It’s just human enough to be almost familiar, but extremely disconcerting.

84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people?Ehh neither Vice nor Ire are really “attracted” to people so not really anything.

85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive?Well, he finds people that don’t express that distinct fear interesting, if that means anything.

86. Do they like sweet foods?Yes,, he loves them

87. What is their age?Redacted

88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between?Vice is 5’9 like Jack. Ire’s tricky because he crouches and never stands up straight. He’s similar to Jack as well, but his legs add like a foot and a half

89. Do they wear glasses or contacts?Vice needs glasses like Jack does but he never wears them

90. Do they consider themselves attractive?Both of them consider themselves to be more “worrisome” or “panic-inducing” rather than attractive

91. What is their sense of humor like?DARK AND BITTER HUMOUR

92. What mood are they most often in?Angry

93. What kinds of things anger them?Basically anything

94. Outlook on life?Eh

95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed?

96. What is their greatest weakness?Vice, when he’s lost his temper, will be incredibly impulsive, and possibly sabotage his own plan through one accidental swing of his knife, or one wrong phrase that he just had to say. Ire is distracted very easily. Laser pointer? You have a good chance at escaping from him unscathed.

97. What is the greatest strength?Vice is, as I’ve said, very smart. He knows things. He’ll run us around in petty little circles, chasing our own tails while he sets up something far more dangerous. Ire’s strength would probably be the way he hunts.

98. Something that they regret?Vice might think that he could’ve drawn a bigger reaction with his first big appearance, maybe saved killing Jack for later. But it is what it is. It sure caused a big stir and a very strong starting point to his reign of terror. I don’t know if Ire can really feel regret.

99. Biggest accomplishment?Vice- easily, us. The amount of worry and interest we show. How something like Overnightwatch became such a big deal. How thousands of us stayed up all night to watch a blank frame with, what, maybe five minutes of anything out of the ordinary?Ire- again, he probably doesn’t think things like that.

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

LJ!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK??????????

First I'm gonna need you to tell me what this gif is from because I'm fascinated and mesmerized and quite a bit creeped out (in the best way)

Second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and so on..... UH??? WOW?? This fic has me totally weak in the knees. Not just because I love a virginity trope, and I love a monsterfucking trope (and excuse me, you did NOT need to go that hard {pun intended} with the uh.... giant incubus [redacted], but I'm ohohohohohhhhh so glad that you did), but also because I love, more than anything, is the trope of oh no I did not intend for you to see me in my true monstrous terrible form meets .....will you stay that way for me? I AM SO SOFT. Between your Incubus!Dieter and Birdie's Monster Max, the surprise and the soft feelings of being asked not to return to their human form was something I never knew I needed.

INCUBUS!DIETER DESERVES THE WORLD!!!!!!

Crawling Back to You

Pairing: Incubus!Dieter Bravo x Virgin F!Reader

Summary: Have you no idea that you're in deep?

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, religious corruption kink, bastardizing prayers, brief drug use, mentions of alcohol consumption, grinding, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, breaking a hymen, descriptions of blood, biting and drawing blood, pheromone incubus anatomy, size difference/kink like whoa, monster transformation, monster fucking, PiV sex, wildly unrealistic sex, kind of dubious consent in the way that she has no idea what she's getting into so Dieter checks in A LOT, consent is sexy and monsters especially should ask for it, Reader has no idea what she's doing when it comes to summoning an incubus.

Notes: Like most things Dieter's involved in, it takes twice as long but you reap the most rewards. A little late for Halloween, but spooky season is 24/7 and I needed to put this out into the world as soon as possible. Very special gold star mutual thanks due to @ezrasbirdie who gave me the prompt for this story and then talked me through some of the ideas she had. Religious corruption kink is super new for me, not being raised in a formal religion, but it was incredibly interesting to explore in this way. Apologies for the sacrilege, friends, it's all in the pursuit of sexyness.

A big disclaimer! This is not a blueprint for losing your virginity! This is some wildly unrealistic sex, especially for someone who has never experienced PiV intercourse before! Please be safe and careful with your bodies. While we thirst over these scenarios and would love to take monster cocks, always practice safe and fun sex with partners who care about your comfort.

A second disclaimer that in this fic, the Reader defines losing her virginity as experiencing penetrative sex and breaking her unbroken hymen. Virginity does not look the same for every person, and each individual's circumstances may be very different. Virginity is also a social construct that has some gross stigmas around it, which we'll be briefly addressing. I've also kept the reader's age unspecified (18+ of course) but that she has gone to college, so whatever age you may be reading this, your own sexual journey moves at your pace and if/when you define that you've passed this milestone, that's the right time for you.

Cross-posted on AO3

The lines chalked into your hardwood floors glow with a sudden and panic-inducing heat, smoldering as a phantom breeze whips around your kneeling body. The lights in your apartment flicker and dim as a sooty haze hangs around your ankles. Springing to your feet, you frantically search for something to smear the careful symbols to nonsense while a crackle of electricity raises all of the hair on the back of your arms and neck.

It’s much too late to go back now.

Something pulls in the center of your chest as the room expands and contracts like a great beast breathing. You try to stand strong but the tremble in your frame chatters your teeth. Suddenly the room plunges into darkness, and a crack echoes in your ears before the light swells back to full strength. Bracing yourself for what may be in the circle you foolishly copied, you peel open your eyes. 

Then, your mouth falls open, because never in your wildest dreams did you expect Dieter Bravo, famous actor, to be sitting in the middle of your half-assed summoning circle.

“What the fuck?”

He looks just as bewildered as you do, cross-legged on the floor and pulling his lips from a turquoise bong cradled in his lap. He’s wearing sunglasses - did you spirit him here from halfway around the world? - and an open silk bathrobe patterned with roaring tigers. The waterfall of folds bundle in his lap, and for a mouth-drying moment you wonder if he’s got anything on beneath. Then he shifts, billowing a cloud of skunky smoke at your ceiling and placing the bong at arms length. 

Well, he is wearing socks at least, pulled halfway up his legs and under Crocs. You don’t know whether to laugh or choke on your tongue.

“What the fuck to you too,” he grumbles, creakily getting to his feet and dusting little frills of ash from his shoulders. It’s now easy to see he’s sporting tiny black boxer briefs, and your eyes fight to land anywhere but there. They finally find the book, opened to the page you scoffed over until your finished glass of wine goaded you on.

“This can’t be happening,” you finally squeak out, shifting on the balls of your feet as you spin and press your fingers into your cheeks. 

“Sure is,” Dieter says, one hand on his hip and looking at you with naked curiosity. He’s swept back the robe on one side, showing off the shapely curve of his thigh, the soft definition of his stomach, how large his hands…

“I didn’t…I couldn’t have…you…go back,” you stammer, heart and head pounding. Does this mean you’re a witch? Did you honestly summon something with a book you rented from the library? Nothing makes sense with this man staring at you - practically leering - as you contemplate whether you’re having a dusty-old-book-based hallucination.

“Breathe, baby,” Dieter purrs, hands making soothing motions in the air between you. Taking in a big breath and letting it out explosively, you follow Dieter’s motions to sit down with him. The floor is hard and unforgiving on your bottom, but you criss-cross-applesauce with him as he leans back on his hands.

“Normally when I show up, people aren’t all that surprised,” he says, and his voice is raspy and sonorous in the room. You swallow hard, finding comfort in twisting the hem of your pajama shirt in your palms.

“Well, it’s pretty damn surprising to have THE Dieter Bravo in my living room,” you say, a momentary swell of pride when you realize your sarcasm hasn’t flown the coop with your sanity. Dieter chuckles, tilting his head onto one shoulder.

“Who were you expecting?” 

“Honestly, no one. Nothing,” you lie. Half-lie. You were hoping for something pretty specific.

“Very cute, but let’s not pretend we don’t know what’s going on here. I know exactly what you were hoping would pop up in this pretty little circle of yours.” 

Your eyes wander to his inner thigh, then snap to a symbol on the floor. 

“I thought…” You sigh, ducking your head. “I thought I was summoning some sort of…sexy demon. At least that’s what the book said.” 

“An incubus,” Dieter offers, and you nod. 

“But clearly something went wrong, because you’re here, somehow.” You scrub a hand over your face. “No idea how I messed up this bad. I didn’t even know you could mess up this badly.”

“Oh, you didn’t,” Dieter says in a carefree voice. “Mess up, that is.” You arch an eyebrow at him.

“But I got…you.”

Dieter leans forward, elbows on his knees as he cocks his head with a knowing smile. In the dim light of your apartment his eyes seem even darker than before.

“Exactly what you asked for. At your service.” He tips his head, tongue slipping from between his plush lips to swipe along his full lower one. A sudden patter of arousal grips your hips, and he half closes his eyes and breathes deep.

“That can’t…you’re Dieter Bravo.”

“Yes.”

“You’re an…incubus.”

“Also yes.”

The next question blurts out of your mouth too quickly to stop.

“Why?”

His laugh is just as quick and breaks some of the tension digging into your spine. The warmth of it wraps your head in cotton, smiling along. 

“Oh, starlet, I should be pissed as hell to be pulled away from that fantastic party I was about to ruin, but this is turning out to be much more fun.” Your cheeks warm at the affectionate name. “How many people do you think summon incubi these days? A demon’s gotta get by.” He’s sliding closer to the edge of the circle but not moving past it. A small voice in the back of your mind notes that he might not be able to.

“So…acting,” you say, not without a little smirk. He seems to like that, smile stretching wider and crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“What, should I be slinging burgers?” he asks with another snort of laughter. “C’mon, don’t tell me it doesn’t make sense. Beautiful people, sex appeal galore, fast living and high octane relationships? I haven’t been hungry in ages.”

Your hands still in your lap, studying your fingers as you let the silence linger. Dieter allows it for a time before his voice pulls you back.

“But you summoned, and I came. You must have a reason.” 

Now that the silly half-buzzed fantasy is mere feet from you, saying it aloud is daunting.

“You’ll…you won’t get it.” 

His eyebrows lift in slow surprise. 

“Try me.”

You're turned on more than you’ve ever experienced in your life, and Dieter’s nostrils flare as his jaw ticks.

“I was having a drink. A couple,” you correct, the dregs of the bottle giving you away. “And I was just hating the way I was feeling about everything going on and I looked at this book and it seemed like a funny thing, to try and summon a demon…”

“Incubus, get it right,” Dieter purrs, and the air thickens.

“I didn’t think it would work,” you protest, hands coming up to cradle your temples. 

“But you hoped, enough to do all this work on the one day of the year when magic is easiest to grasp,” he teases, tilting his head to the side to catch your eye. It’s definitely not helping the situation that he’s Dieter Bravo, solid C-list star who’d captured your attention in more than one of his movies. Thoughts of his dark eyes and full lips drew your hands down your body on more than one occasion before…

Dieter growls low and frustrated. “Let’s cut to the chase, starlet. You’re laying out a buffet and I can’t even have a taste.” You blink owlishly at him before he smirks, licking an incisor. “I can smell how much you want me.”

Shock slams your mouth shut, face burning. Your traitorous body has failed you again.

“You called and I answered. I’m still in your circle, so you could send me away, but I doubt you know how to do that.”

He’s right. You’ve trapped him here. With little old you.

“Or, you could tell me what you really wanted when you spent all this time writing all these little symbols so carefully.” Dieter’s fingers dance along the chalk lines, smile turning cheekier. Steeling yourself, you let the truth out into open air.

“I called you because…I’ve never had anyone before.” 

Dieter’s face remains cooly neutral, but you can see his nostrils flare briefly. 

“You’ve never…”

You shrug, self-deprecating smile cutting through the awkwardness.

“I’ve done some things, by myself, but never…I’ve never had sex with anyone in the…classical way.” The words are starched and wooden but hit a chord with Dieter. He repositions to sit back on his knees, hands splayed on his bare thighs. The smooth expanse of his chest begs to be touched.

“I thought I smelled something special here, and I was oh so right,” he rasps, nipping at his lower lip while he drags his eyes over your body. “Human virginity is a social construct, but inexperience in pleasure? Being allowed to revel in your body discovering all the ways it can feel? That is a rare treat.” 

You don’t expect the sudden rush of emotions at Dieter’s eagerness. Years of people either finding you broken or fetishizing your “purity” had given you an even larger complex than you thought. 

“It’s not…fucked up that I’m doing this?” you ask. 

“What sounds better to you, letting some Chad fumble through trying to pleasure you when his dick can barely handle your sweet cunt, or allowing someone with centuries of experience give you everything you ever desired?”

Your aforementioned cunt knows which one she wants.

“May I ask why you’ve waited until now?” he says, interrupting your railroading thoughts. Shyness and shame clouds your eyes.

“My parents were very religious. Lots of ‘thou shalt nots’ and ‘obey thys’. But I wanted to be a good daughter. So badly.” Dieter’s eyes are darkening as you speak, fingers pressing divots into his thighs. “So I did everything they said. Followed all the rules. And I grew up their perfect little girl. Never got caught sneaking out with a boy, never drank or smoked or anything.” 

“How…boring,” Dieter comments. It stings between your shoulders.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much all I heard when I went to college. That I was boring for not liking weed. A buzzkill because I was nervous about breaking rules. And sex…”

Here you swallow, your lower lip trembling before you bite it back. 

“I thought I was doing everything right. Everyone told me I was doing everything right. And then I get into the real world and nobody wants…” Looking up you catch a softer expression on Dieter’s face, true understanding blunting the lust.

“How have these fumbling fools tried to pleasure you?” he asks, and maybe the wine is still thrumming in your veins (it’s not), but your tongue is looser than it’s ever been.

“Grinding mostly. I think they’ve…cum…but I don’t. Not like when I do it myself.” 

Dieter snarls softly. “Fuckers,” he rumbles, an oncoming thunderclap crackled with electricity. 

“Every time I feel like I’m damaged goods,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I thought maybe this would…fix me.”

The lights in the room dip low as Dieter chuckles. Darkness seems drawn to him, settling around his shoulders like a fine stole.

“Betrayed by the God you worshiped so faithfully,” he muses, rolling his shoulders and licking his lips. “Don’t worry, starlet, I’ll take care of you tonight.”

“Can I…do anything for you?” you ask. Dieter’s smile softens, tutting quietly.

“Believe me, you’ll be perfect,” he praises, the heat in your cheeks even more unbearable. “Like I said, I’m rarely hungry anymore, but your arousal will be delicious. I’ll gorge myself on your peaks and leave you sated…and ruined for any after me.”

That should be a warning. It only makes your want greater.

“Okay,” you breathe out. Dieter’s smile widening again. Are his teeth…sharper?

“Now we can fuck to our heart’s content in this summoning circle here,” Dieter says, tapping his finger in the air. Motes of copper light and sparks rain down from an invisible barrier. “I’ve had more challenging obstacles. But if you would like me at my best, break the circle starlet.”

Standing back up, you retrieve a cloth from your kitchen table. When you return Dieter is standing in the center, prowling ever so slightly in his tiny prison. You move to wipe the line connecting the circle when…

“Are other celebrities incubi?” you ask, kneeling in front of him with open curiosity on your face. Dieter’s predatory smile quickly shuffles to confused and incredulous.

“I mean, maybe, I don’t keep close tabs.”

“Tom Hiddleston could totally be one. Or Robert Downey Jr. Heck, maybe Marvel just employs incubi to keep their revenue going…” Leaning down, you move to wipe the mark. 

“Strange little starlet,” Dieter chuckles, and a warm breeze tickles the back of your neck. With one swipe the circle is broken.

“Hannah Waddingham would totally be…” you start to say, nerves tumbling words from your lips, but thankfully Dieter’s stop them. 

He moves so quickly for a moment you’re sure he’s going to devour you, tear you limb from limb for imprisoning him. Instead he crashes your mouths together, hand firm on the back of your neck as his broad shoulders press you on your back. His hips slot between your thighs so smoothly you’re arching into them before you can think straight. Once your head is carefully lowered to the floor his hands find your wrists and press them above your head, maneuvering your thighs to wrap you around his waist. The dizzying feat of agility pales in comparison to his kiss.

Dieter commands your mouth to submit, tongue hot and lewd between your lips. You’re afraid you’ll choke on your own but he strokes delicate paths into the lush depths that keep you barely breathing. His lips are plush and yielding, pulling away to drag against the corner of your mouth or teasing the edge of your lips. And his teeth. You’d had boys clack against you, or press them harshly against your lips. Dieter knows exactly when to scrape them against your tongue, how much pressure to put with your lower lip trapped, the anticipation of them sliding against your skin before he dives in again. 

“What a soft, pretty thing you are,” he rasps, and there’s a deep grinding quality to his voice now. Like stones moving slowly past one another, it vibrates straight to your clit as he inhales deeply behind your ear. 

“Dieter…” you manage, his face lifting from his ecstasy to study your own. His eyes are somehow losing the edge of white, expanding into inky blackness. He lazily laps at his lower lip, and when you lean up to kiss his chin he snarls and presses deep into your apex.

“I’m sorry, starlet, I forgot you’ve been waiting to break promises,” he teases, sliding a hand down to knead at your ass. As quickly as you were laid out you’re suddenly in the air, legs wrapped around Dieter’s waist as he carries you out of your living room. His strength has you feeling light as a feather, barely a nuisance as he searches out a place for his plans.

“The bedroom.” You motion to a half-opened door and Dieter’s knowing smile precludes entering. 

“Eager, aren’t we? What if I wanted to lay you out for everyone to see?”

The image of your body laid bare, covered in moonlight and monstrous hands, flutters your eyes as the bedroom door shuts behind you.

“No, tonight you will remain in my confessional,” he says, kneeling down on the bed and letting you fall back into the mess of pillows and sheets. 

“You’re very fond of religious metaphor,” you rib, rubbing your thighs together as Dieter sheds the robe and his Crocs, a brief moment of clarity bubbling a giggle up your throat. Dieter’s motions slow as he regards you again, kneeling between your legs.

“Maybe I am rather fond of…corruption,” he husks, the word lighting on your skin like sparks. “Maybe I like seeing you forsake all for me.” 

If he asked, you just might. The high of his attention is so great.

“But in this moment, what I mean is we will speak no lies in this room.” His hands trail down your thighs, and now your body remembers it has no experience from here. You shake, heart pounding as Dieter crawls up your body with only brief brushes to guide his way. “My promise is that you will know pleasure as great as I can offer. And you will tell me everything you think, and feel.”

He hovers over your body, broad enough to block the paltry light through your window.

“Would you like to be pleasured?”

“Yes, Dieter, please.” 

His smile is wicked, and the scrape of his fingernails up your ribcage arches your back. In a fluid slide of his fingers your shirt is over your head and tossed into darkness, leaving you bare-chested under him. He hums with appreciation as his face descends, curved nose dragging along your tender skin. Time hangs in the balance as you tense for what may come, but Dieter only traces dizzying paths with the tip of his nose and the fullness of his lips. Up one side of your ribs, placing kisses at intervals, then along the underside of your breast. His hot breath warms skin, nipples hardening sharp and sensitive at the scratch of his facial hair. Then down the center of your stomach, a long and cyclical detour around your bellybutton. Stomach trembling, he hushes you as his fingers slide under your waistband and bunch your sleep shorts and underwear in his hands. 

Another fluid drag and you’re nude, still swimming in endorphins at Dieter’s skilled touch. It’s only when hot palms wrap around your knees and begin easing them apart do you balk. Instinctively you clamp your legs together, heat flooding your face. Dieter tuts, smoothing his hands up and down your jittery thighs.

“What are you afraid of, starlet?” he asks, ghosting his fingers over the apex of your sex. Just the brush against your mound steals your voice, that same hot shame and anxiety pulling you in on yourself. When you don’t answer, Dieter commands more firmly, “Look at me, sweetheart.”

Dragging your eyes from the ceiling back to him doesn’t help. He’s all mischievous eyes and knowing smiles, pressing a kiss to both of your knees as he rests his chin on them. 

“I can make it easier for you,” he says, fingers finding a soft crease in your hip and stroking along it. “Give you something for the nerves, for any pain. I’ll only let you feel good here with me.” 

You take two more grounding breaths and ease the pressure on your knees.

“”Sorry, I’m just…no one’s ever…” you say, but before you can explain your woeful inexperience he’s wedging his way between your legs and holding your thighs open in his firm tight grip. 

“I’m the first to taste this forbidden fruit?” he asks, and you clench involuntarily. He waits as you gather yourself enough to nod. A deep, dark chuckle falls from his lips. “Starlet, you have no idea what you’re in for tonight.”

The question claws up your throat but no sooner has he glanced at your pussy he’s diving in to press his tongue deep and sweeping through your folds. The velvet slither arches your back off the bed, a strangled cry earning a satisfied hum between your legs.

“Holy shit, Dieter, oh my god,” you rasp as he flicks his tongue in fast swipes over your clit. It’s foreign and taboo, so much wetter and softer than your fingers and you can barely stop your hips from bucking into his mouth. One hand presses you down to the bed, his chin tilting up to catch your eye. Slick shines his mouth, and your pussy throbs when you realize his eyes are the shiny black of nightmares and creatures used to the dark. 

“No god here, sweetheart. Only me. Only take my name in vain,” he growls, and the rush of blood in your ears speeds up when you realize the hand pressed on your abdomen spans the width of your hips. Black-tipped claws indent the flesh, prickling your skin just shy of pain. Dipping low again, Dieter swirls at your entrance and prods in, nose pressed tight to the button of your pleasure. The supple stretch is unfamiliar, pulling at a primal need to let him fill you. It tightens your thighs and shudders you against him as he forces you down again, the bite of claws a sharper warning. His jaw doesn’t stop, plunging and delving into you as deep as he can manage. 

“Dieter, it’s never…oh fuck, it’s never felt this good before, please…please, I can’t stand it,” you beg, a rush of slick coating his tongue. Now a true snarl seeds your cunt, and in the charcoal dark his silhouette thickens, shoulders broadening under your knees. He pushes you further up the bed, pulling even greater cries from your chest. Dragging his tongue from your sopping hole, he sucks greedily on your clit, hands wrapped around your waist to lift you half off the bed. Suspended and flowing with arousal, your hands unclench from the sheets and circle his wrists. The skin is hot under your palms, and they dig deeper in at your scrabbling touch. It’s not enough, so with a boldness you pull from a dizzying depth you bury your fingers in his curls. 

At first touch they’re soft. Long enough to wind around your fingers. You give a gentle tug and swear you feel a shudder around you. But as you bury them deeper another sensation tickles your palm. Something unyielding and curved, smooth like bone. Two protrusions fit in the webbing of your thumb and forefinger, short enough that the blunt tip brushes your knuckles. Horns, you think. A demon is eating me out and he has horns. And where you might have tried to wake yourself from a nightmare at this thought, instead you wrap your fingers around them and tug.

Like lightning something changes in Dieter. His lips tear from you with a roar that fills the room, your mind, spreading like forest fire and drying your mouth out. You hold on as he drops you back to the bed, the sound still ripping from his throat. Then there’s pain, supernova-like in intensity and scorching through arousal and fear. Your eyes snap down to Dieter’s mouth, but it’s no longer defiling your pussy. It’s clamped hard on your inner thigh, air puffing sharply through his nose. The pain radiates, and you realize he’s bit you. Not an overzealous love bite, you can feel the puncture of incisors and pump of blood into his mouth, the same pattern as your racing heart. Your hands release his horns, pushing you up as your mouth drops open in horror. 

“Dieter,” you gasp, but with his horns released the pressure abates. His eyes open slowly, catching your terrified face. The curve of his brow morphs from surprise to apology to determination. Then a thumb presses firmly to your clit and circles it, washing pain away with pleasure teetering right on the edge. His fangs remain in your thigh as you stare at him, incredulity on your face but pleasure rocking your hips. He adds pressure to the bite again, speeding up his fingers as your brain struggles to differentiate one from the other. 

Then, just as your spine begins tingling and your fingers go numb, one slick finger penetrates your cunt, smooth and deep, barely noticeable compared to the symphony of sensations. Like a reward, Dieter gives you the final stroke that crashes your orgasm over him, slamming you back to the bed as pain and pleasure and shame and exhilaration floods your brain. You barely register Dieter’s jaw releasing, fingers working you through your orgasm as the slow laps of his tongue lull you back to your body. Every muscle quivers, attempts to sit up failing twice before you manage to come up to your elbows. 

Between your legs Dieter is pressing devotions to the spot he bit, open-mouthed kisses with peeks of tongue soothing the injury. His finger is still inside, a lazy caress of your walls foreign but not unpleasant. Finally he lifts up to his knees and turns his attention back to your face.

“I’m sorry, starlet, you got me a little too riled up there. I’ve fixed it, but you might be sore tomorrow.” A bloom of teeth circle your inner thigh, but no blood oozes out. You felt the pop, felt him inside you, and somehow he’s taken it back. “Can’t have you injured because of me, not very professional.”

“I hope it stays,” you pant, fingertips tracing the dark marks. The tenderness arcs down your spine. 

“Fuck, you’re made for sin, starlet,” Dieter purrs, and now your attention can turn back to him. Grounding yourself with a healthy, “oh fuck,” is the only way you can fathom what he’s become.

He towers over you even kneeling, broad body only more tantalizing as he’s grown in stature. The well-known triangle tattoos you’d seen in paparazzi photos are joined by swirling patterns up and down his arms, concentric rings and text you can’t read patterning his skin. Where only wild curls were before now jut two smooth horns, curved away from his face and looking suspiciously similar to a goat’s. His skin almost steams in the room, wisps of smoke or condensation haloing his silhouette like an ominous aura. 

Then his hand flexes again and you realize how full you are with just one finger inside, even observing how thick and wicked they’ve become.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, and there’s only a hint of teasing now as he works his finger inside.

“It’s…okay,” you gasp, staring at the place where you’re connected. His thumb ghosts over your clit again, but so soon after your high it’s over sensitive, making you hiss and tremble. 

“Shhh, starlet, just relax. Thought it would be better to take advantage of the pain.” With a final stroke that lights up your nerves he slips out, holding his fingers up for you to see. They’re wet with your arousal and a little blood, a lot less than you thought. “Now that’s out of the way, we can take our time giving you the best fuck of your life.” With a knowing smile, he pops his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean. 

“Fuck, you really are…an incubus,” you say, acquainting yourself with the dull ache of your loss. There isn’t much fanfare, no swelling of emotion. If anything, breaking your hymen is probably the least memorable part of your night. Dieter’s smile falters briefly, and in a dizzying turn of events he shrinks back, closing in on himself. Ducking his head, you might think he was embarrassed, or shy. It looks stranger than the horns on him.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Touching the horns got me a little too worked up. Let me open you up on my fingers for a little while longer, that’ll give me enough time to…change back.” His smile is sheepish now, hands roaming your thighs and stomach. Instead of the skin-crawling terror you thought that would instill, you’re practically preening under his touch.

“Is this you? This form?” you ask, and you let your boldness move to your hands. You stroke your fingertips over his, investigating the smoothness of his claws, how the joints of his fingers are more pronounced than yours. He scoffs an uncomfortable laugh.

“Uh yeah, mostly. But you’ll have a lot more fun bragging that you lost your virginity to THE Dieter Bravo,” he redirects, shaking his head like he’s annoyed he’s not that man yet. 

In your brief and paltry handful of intimate moments, you never considered yourself bold. You’d let men touch you until your discomfort was too much, or your embarrassment pulled to the forefront. You never asked for the touches you enjoyed, or sought out the pleasures you dreamed of. But now, with a creature that’s endearingly vulnerable before you, your voice is finally strong enough to be heard.

“I’d like you to stay this way,” you say. Sitting up further, you skim your hands up his arms to cup his face. Your touch snarls his lip briefly before he settles.

“You can’t handle that, starlet. I’ve kept my human form reasonable, but you will not be able to take my cock,” Dieter husks. Tugging your wrist down to his waist, you palm him through fabric barely able to contain him. Thick and long in your hand, he drops his head and thrusts against you and gets bigger.

“Ruin me, then,” you whisper, filthy and naive into his ear. “I’ve waited all this time, saved myself for no one but you. Make me take no lover but you. Make me pray to you for ecstasy.” Leaning in to the metaphor rewards you. With a dangerous rumble he pushes you flat on your back, one hand wrapped around your throat.

“You want this, starlet? All of it?” he grits out, sickening cracks and pops echoing in the room. His hips force yours wide, planting his other hand by your head and carefully watching your face. The shine of his fangs whips your heart into a gallop, more ink dancing on his skin as he transforms from something beautiful to something magnificent. The room darkens perplexingly until you realize wings spread from his shoulders, thin light gleaming through the stretched web of skin. His aura crackles with molten motes, a whiff of fire and smoke making a home in your lungs. When he looks back at you, half familiar and half transcendent, his roguish smile brings one to your lips.

“Strange little thing, wet and ready for me,” he croons, removing his hand from your throat. A rip of stitching signals he’s as nude as you are now, and your eyes widen when the heavy length of his cock rests on your mound, curving past your navel and thicker than your hand can circle. 

“Say you want Dieter Bravo back, and I’ll have just as much fun wrecking you in that form,” he says, but there’s something cautious between you now. A shimmer of anxiety and distrust. You’re holding a thread of something truer than he intended to give you, and if you drop it you’ll never find it again.

“Can you help me make it feel good?” you ask, sliding your palms along his chest. Without proper pupils it’s hard to track his expression, but you think it’s awestruck.

“Of course, starlet. You’ve learned to cum from pleasure and pain, but I won’t have you suffer more than necessary.” Dieter leans down and cups your head, bringing your nose to his neck right where it meets his shoulder. “Breathe,” he instructs, and you inhale deep. Below the smoke and heat you smell sweet new earth, lush and fruitful. It makes your mouth water, clutching at his shoulders as he begins rocking his hips against yours. His monstrous cock slips in the wet mess between your legs, slicking the underside generously.

“Fuck, you arousal is so delicious, I could taste you for centuries,” Dieter whispers. Lifting up, he smiles at your dazed expression and wandering hands. They trace his features, lingering on his lips. “How are you feeling now?” 

You want him inside you, filling you up to bursting, to breaking. The need is hotter, all-encompassing. It’s surety that he won’t hurt you, that you’ll be shown pleasure beyond anything you’ve experienced. It’s lust but also trust. 

“Can you kiss me?” is what you say, and Dieter’s smile is a touch softer before he leans down and claims your lips. 

You swear you hear a hiss when he touches you, his skin scorching but not enough to burn. Parting his lips and nudging your jaw open, he traces the inside of your lower one with the tip of his tongue. One hand cups the back of your head, cradling you to his mouth, and with a forbidden thrill you realize his hands are now large enough that his fingertips caress the perimeter of your face. The threatening pressure of claws in your skin arcs arousal back in your cunt, winding your fingers into the curls at the base of his neck.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he orders, and with a magnificent beat of bat wings his silhouette glows with dancing light much like a breath sparking fire to life. The warm hue of his human skin has gilded to gold, tattoos moving along the dips and peaks of his body. Eyes black and fathomless, his smile is a lifeboat in a raging ocean. He lets the heavy weight of his tongue wet his lower lip as your eyes widen, hefty cock lifting from your mound to press at your entrance. Scrabbling fear overtakes you, and you clutch at Dieter’s shoulders as the pressure mounts. 

“Again, starlet,” he croons, but his voice is the rumbling of great stones moving over one another as you inhale deep of his scent. Cool water pours through your limbs, easing your muscles and letting your legs drop open wide. His other hand presses at your lower back and arches you off the bed, resting your thighs atop his own. Then, with a controlled push his head breaches you, wrenching a wrecked moan from deep in your chest. He stops as soon as he’s engulfed in your heat, the only betrayal of his own state residing in the long exhale of breath that tickles across your chest.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Tell me if you need me to stop,” he grits out, but you shake your head and roll your hips. It’s sloppy, inexperienced, but he moves ever so slightly within you and it punches a groan from between Dieter’s clenched teeth. 

“Please, Dieter, more,” you beg, his claws tightening around you again. Another measured advance, another wail, more snarling and groaning from the creature stuffing himself inside you. Whatever aphrodisiac he’s fed you is working magnificently. You’re full, the pressure intense, but the pain is dull and quiet. He’s watching where you’re joined so closely, stretched obscenely around his cock, waiting for your thighs to unclench before backing out and pressing deeper in. 

“Touch your clit,” he gasps, “Rub that pretty clit so you can take all of me.”

Your fingers are nowhere as decadent as his tongue but they pull bursts of ecstasy close to the surface. Venturing a look down, you’re dismayed to see he’s barely halfway there, so much more of his pulsing cock still to take. He already feels like he’s in your stomach, battering against your lungs. Tears spring to your eyes, lower lip wobbling.

“It’s not going to work,” you whisper, and even with the knowledge that Dieter could turn human at any point you still wallow in the rejection you anticipate. Not good enough for anyone, not even the person you called for.

“Shhh,” Dieter soothes, easing you back down to the bed. He tugs over pillows to tuck under your hips before covering you with his body, still looking in your eyes even at his towering height. “Breathe. Do you want me to stop? I can let you rest, change back to my human form. If you can take all of this…” His hips twitch forward, a soft cry tumbling out. “...then you can take my human cock perfectly.” With a tenderness your eyes water for, he strokes his thumb along your cheek. “Do you want me to stop?”

It’s already so much, so intense and mind-blowing, but you can’t help yourself. 

“I want all of it, Dieter,” you say, consequences be damned.

Much in the same way touching his horns unleashed something in Dieter, hearing those words unlocks something even more primal and greedy in his face. Dropping down to his elbows, he presses your face against his neck. 

“Bite,” he orders, the word igniting every pleasure center in your body. “Hard, starlet, give me one as good as I gave you.” The words are barely out before you sink your teeth into the crook of his neck, but instead of blood or other ichor you’re flooded with pleasure. The sensation rips an orgasm out of you, hips bucking on his cock. You register Dieter pulling out to the tip before slamming his hips into yours, seating himself fully inside your throbbing cunt. You don’t know how your body makes room for him, how you’re not screaming (well, maybe screaming some), but he’s inside you and littering your body with, “oh fuck, oh fuuuuucks” as he swirls his hips. 

“I did it,” you coo in pleasure-dipped delirium, head flopping back on a pillow as Dieter starts thrusting into you in slow passes.

“You sure fucking did sweetheart, look at that perfect pussy taking my monster cock,” he praises, now sliding along your clit with focus. The overstimulation rolls right into desire again as your cunt learns how to gorge itself on pleasure. 

“It feels…good,” you say, bearing down on his thrusts to meet him with a little more force. He purrs in admiration, starting to speed up ever so slightly. 

“Yeah? Like how good you feel all stuffed full?” Dieter asks but it’s nonsense now, his focus pulling between your face and his cock pumping in and out of you. There’s a little more pain now, places where his cock brushes that zip sharp up your spine, but it’s far from unpleasant. In fact, you might like it. Maybe really like it. 

“More, Dieter. Want to feel you. Please,” you moan, restraint flickering in Dieter’s eyes. 

“Fuck, baby, you can’t say shit like that when I’m so deep in you, I won’t be able to…” His thought falls off as his thrusts speed up, a little more force at the end each time. It’s kissing at something devastating inside, something clawing its way to the surface through years of shame and dread.

“Please Dieter, I’ll beg for it. I’ll…” Your brain wraps around a wicked idea. “I’ll pray for it.”

That does the trick. Dieter’s lips curl back in a snarl as he rears up to his knees, wings spreading to fill the room with only him. Hands gripping your hips, he looks down at you not like a lover, but like a fallen god. 

“Then do it, starlet,” he challenges. His smile is cool, but his cock twitches in your cunt. You have him. 

“Glory be to you, Dieter,” you say, and hellfire light erupts around him. Dragging himself out of your cunt, he holds tight as a bowstring.

“And to your…fucking massive cock,” you continue, eyes rolling back as he fills you to the brim. “And to your true form, in all its beauty,” you add, softer now, drawing his eyes back up to you. Time hangs as he studies your face before dipping down and sealing your lips with a kiss that means too much for words. When he lifts away you finish the prayer.

“As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be.”

Dieter’s smile glints.

“A-fucking-men,” he rasps, giving you just enough time to press your hands against the headboard before he starts railing you. 

You’re lost in pleasure and ache and sin and Dieter pounding recklessly into your cunt. His grip paints bruises along your waist, battering thighs marking the inside of your hips. His claws dig into your flesh and sharp scrapes tighten your nipples. Hands roam up over your breasts, around your neck, pressing your wrists into the bed as ominous splintering and cracks echo in your ears. 

“Another before I cum on your tits, sweetheart,” he pants, spitting down onto your clit and circling it with vigor. You cry out, hips bucking as the thickness of his cock impedes on your quivering walls. “It’s so close baby, just cum around me. Let me feel you cum on all my cock this time.” 

“I can’t,” you cry out, shaking and sobbing around him. Dieter tuts, his rapidly increasing slap-slap-slap of thrusts maddening. 

“You can, and you will starlet. You didn’t think you’d take my cock. I didn’t think you’d take it, and look at you now. So you’re going to cum. You’re going to cum now.”

The order shakes the room, pictures rattling on the wall as a final flick hurtles you off into oblivion with Dieter’s roaring triumph right behind. He’s somehow still fucking his cock into you even though you’re so tight it almost hurts to be cumming so good. A final crackling roar and you’re achingly empty, followed by a hot splash of cum across your stomach. Then another cresting your breast, and more and more until you’re covered in it, sticky trails sliding to pool in your bellybutton and drip over your sides onto the covers. Dieter is gasping above you, glowing like a sacred artifact as he pumps the last drops from his cock. 

You close your eyes once and it’s a mistake. As soon as you let your eyelids touch exhaustion grips you, fighting your desperate attempts to reopen them. It’s battling this bone-deep tired when you experience Dieter’s return to a human form. The horns receding, tattoos fading to just the ones that grace tabloid pages. The wings fold away, and soon a sexy as hell rumpled and soft body replaces the supernatural one. 

“Wore you out, starlet?” Dieter Bravo asks, kneeling between your parted knees with a rakish smile. You try to return it with a nod but your whole body is heavy, the mess barely bothering you. Dieter hums thoughtfully, and in a few moments a warm washcloth is cleaning up his cum.

“Side effect of my influence, helps a lot in the moment but it’s got some pretty strong sedative properties. Good for a speedy exit.” His chuckle sounds faraway now, even as you try to clutch at it.

“Stay,” you manage to croak out, hands seeking his body. You find his hair again, nose buried in your sex as he licks softly at your folds. The building ache there creeps back down to something dull and manageable.

“Our contract is up, can’t stay once you’ve given me what I’m owed.” Dieter’s lips start leaving small kisses along your abdomen, fingers soothing your skin. “Even if it was very, very good.”

“Please,” you try again, racking your rapidly puttying mind for anything to keep his hands on you. 

“Even when you say it so sweetly,” Dieter says, but there’s melancholy now. It glances off your fingertips as sleep pulls you under. 

In the between world of dreams, you think he says something more to you, but Morpheus snatches it away. 

Hail, starlet, full of grace, Dieter is with thee. 

This might be the silliest thing I’ve ever…well, hmm…

Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, all those delectable orgasms you gave me.

Holy starlet, bringer of…something special.

Pray for this sinner.

There’s blood on your sheets when you wake, though less than you expected. There’s also less pain, though the ache takes your breath away when you sit up too fast. Hobbling to the bathroom with the cool pink of morning light guiding, you inspect your body in the mirror. 

You don’t look much different than before. Some strange notion of losing your virginity making you suddenly appear “mature” is dashed away. Maybe there’s a little glint of a secret in your eye, but not much more. Actually, surprisingly not much more. You expected bruises, scratches along your body and love bites marring your landscape. Instead your canvas is unblemished, no marks or injuries to hide. It’s almost as if he’d never been there.

Sitting down on the toilet, you wonder if maybe he wasn’t. That you dreamt up debauchery due to food poisoning or someone spiking the punch at the Halloween party. You couldn’t possibly have summoned an incubus. 

A dark mark inside your thigh catches your attention, and any doubts dissipate. A ring of teeth, four larger fangs prominent, marrs the inside of your thigh. Brushing your fingertips over the circle, the skittering thrill of those memories settle in your chest. 

You ride on the endorphins for a few days, a handful of people noticing. A work friend tries to interrogate you on it but “a lady never tells” is a saucy enough reply for her to give an approving look. You buy a new bed online, the base of yours splintered to ruin, but you keep the cracked headboard like a souvenir.

Online dating doesn’t seem as daunting now that you’re not so worried about the dreaded “first time.” You even accept a few dates, meet some generally nice men with generally boring personalities. They don’t make your heart race like a certain celebrity whose name you googled briefly before slamming your laptop shut. They certainly don’t kiss like him, or make sexy little jokes or terrify you as much as intrigue you. 

So for a while you try to move on. There’s no other option, right? Dieter Bravo the Movie Star would never give you a second thought. Dieter Bravo the Incubus surely has better things to do, more lascivious living. So you try to find something even remotely like what you felt that night.

It’s mid-November when you find yourself sitting on your living room floor again, piece of chalk in hand. You lit candles this time, bought black lace lingerie, made yourself up to feel pretty. It doesn’t help your shaking hands as you pull the rug off the summoning circle. Touching up a few spots, you settle by the broken line where you released Dieter. It all popped off when you completed the circle last time, so with a deep breath and a swipe of the chalk, you reconnect the chalk.

And you wait.

And wait.

A bulb in a lamp flickers but it’s brief. An errant breeze almost snuffs out a candle. But nothing happens. Your knees are sore, eyes watering but you blink the tears away. 

It was a long shot, you have to admit. A fluke chance, never to be repeated. You’ll have to settle for something bland, safe, loving but…

Nothing like Dieter.

You’re about to get up from the floor when one other idea tempts you. Something you thought he might have said before leaving you ruined.

Pray for this sinner.

Clasping your hands in your lap, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. 

It’s been a long time since you last prayed.

“Dieter…” you whisper. The fine hairs on your neck rise up, but you press on.

“Dieter, I pray to thee,” you continue, closing your eyes. “Come to me in my hour of need.”

A pause, then a final entreaty. “Please.”

A rumble creeps into your body, tiny puffs of candles snuffing out reaching your ears. You dare not open your eyes yet, too hopeful for disappointment. Instead you wait, and hope.

A hot hand, thick fingered and human, slides up your chest, over your throat and cups your chin. Relief floods your body, melting back against a solid chest and chuckling lips.

“Hello, starlet,” Dieter croons in your ear, wrapping his arm around your waist and tucking his head into the crook of your neck. Your fingers search for curls, burying in his hair as you lace your fingers with his.

“You came,” you breathe, sparks igniting on your skin as he presses a line of kisses from your shoulder to your ear.

“How could I not, when you prayed so sweetly?” he teases, tugging you back to sit in the cradle of his crossed legs. “Smart of you to try the circle, but outside of all hallow’s eve you don’t have access to enough power for that trick.”

“But you came,” you repeat, turning your face into Dieter’s ministrations. He nips at the side of your jaw, soothing it with his lips before murmuring a confession into your skin.

“I hoped you would call again.”

A thick emotion swells in your chest, and you spin in his grasp to crash your mouths together. The momentum knocks him backwards to the floor, letting you straddle his waist and feast on his ample lips. His hands roam your back, reverent in their paths. When you break to suck in lungfuls of sweet air he leans up to mouth at your neck, possessive hand on your ass urging you to grind against him.

“Have you let anyone else fuck you?” he growls. To your delight the anxiety and trepidation that colored your first encounter is nowhere in sight. You smile wolfishly down at him.

“How could I? You’ve ruined me for any man,” you tease, and under your body he writhes, the whites of his eyes trading for inky black. “Plus, one time is hardly enough to know if I even like sex. I’ve barely begun to explore.”

The fangs flash between his kiss-swollen lips, and under the promise of any delight you desire you glimpse the even more exciting fondness that will draw you back to him again and again.

“Then we have a lot of work to do.”

END

Crawlin' back to you Ever thought of callin' when You've had a few? 'Cause I always do Maybe I'm too Busy bein' yours To fall for somebody new Now, I've thought it through

The Arctic Monkeys, "Do I Wanna Know?"

[minty-trash]

So, I'm working on a Danganronpa OC. What do you think of her? Any suggestions on how to improve her are welcomed.

Name (last name, first name): Hironaka Mineko

Nickname(s): Mine (mi, ne)

SHSL: Track athlete

Female

Age: 16

Birthday: November 1st

Height: 5’1”

Personality: cheerful, optimistic, friendly

Weight: 112lbs

Dislikes: greasy foods, "no running" signs, mean step family trope

Likes: running, fantasy, comfortable clothes, little goblin-like characters,

Hobbies: Regularly jogs around the school, watches movies and reads books (in the fantasy genre)

Habits: chewing on nails, touching random things for no reason other than the texture, hyperfixating on current interest

Dreams: She doesn't have any big aspirations other than for her step mom to be proud of her.

Strengths: "I am speed", cutesy, physically fit

Weaknesses: oblivious, naive,

Status: *redacted*

Backstory: As a kid, Mine was ignored by other kids. Nobody liked her, and she never found out why. It never bothered her though. She had one friend who always stuck to her, Kinjo Iena. As the two grew up, they only grew closer. Though, one day, they had to part. Mine was going to Hope's Peak Academy, where as Iena didn't have any talent. She couldn't even afford the reserve course. The last memory Mine has before going to Hope's Peak is Iena, saying goodbye, and promising that they'll meet again in the near future. Of course, that was before the tragedy struck. When she was 10, her parents divorced. Her father got remarried to the nicest woman she ever met, Hironaka Ruka (Koyasu Ruka). As a teenager, Ruka let Mine off the chain (metaphorically). Mine was allowed to go out and do almost anything. Still, being a goodie-two-shoes, she didn't try to test the limits.

She was allowed out with friends, as long as she's back by midnight, or texts that she's spending the night. She wasn't expected to come home immediately after school, and she wasn't forced to do her homework that second. As long as it got done and her grades didn't drop. That kinda parent.

The two most important people in Mine's life were Iena and Ruka.

(NGL, I kinda based the start of her backstory on my elementary years. That friend was with me until she moved in third grade... I still think about her from time to time.)