#I put on makeup once every 50 years

[msookyspooky]

*Slides this over while I struggle to write the twist ending in TT in hopes of distracting all of you*

[foxglovebells]

The Winter Writer

Azriel x Reader

Summary: One day Mor brings her best friend to the house of wind for game night with the inner circle. Azriel takes immediate interest, as well as Nesta, Feyre, and Gwyn when they find out she’s the author to their favorite smutty romances.

Warnings: None

Notes: My first fic! This is just the first part and there will me much more to come (😏)

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“They’re going to love you” Mor squeals excitedly as she finishes up your makeup. “You have no idea.”

You and Mor had been best friends for centuries. You both knew absolutely everything about each other. Even after all these years you had still never met her family. Though, you weren’t very adamant on pushing it because they made you very nervous. She didn’t want them to scare you away, she had said, when you brought them up once.

You take a deep breath to gather your nerves before replying, “I don’t know Mor, I feel like I’m intruding on your inner circle.” You look up at her from where you’re sitting on the vanity in your apartment. Mor stands and looks down on you as she roles her eyes.

“I don’t think anyone could hate you, you’re like the most likable person I’ve ever met, and trust me, I’ve been alive for a long time.”

You moved to Velaris from the winter court half a century ago. Mor had said she would feel more secure knowing that her best friend was safe and not being caught up in the Amarantha drama. Having parents that had high positions in the Winter court put you too close to danger for Mor’s liking.

While you had never met the inner circle, you had heard almost everything about each one of them. Rhysand was the almighty, powerful high lord who had the biggest soft spot for everyone he loved and cared about. Feyre was kind, selfless, and had a touch for art. Cassian was an Illyrian who was cocky and funny but also gave the best hugs. Amren was a little scary and fierce, but she would always stand up and fight for her friends. Nesta was a tough shell to crack, but she still managed to be the best to talk to when you need advice. Elain was quiet but kind and nurturing. And Azriel, oh Azriel, you had never met him, but Mor always described him as silent, observant, kind, and so many more things. Was it possible to have a crush on someone you’d never met? You based a couple of your book characters on what you had heard of him. Of course, he could be completely different than what you imagined, in that case, you would be severely disappointed.

But even having heard all these things, you’ve yet to meet a single one of them, and because of this you were freaking the fuck out.

“I promise, hun.” She places her hands on either side of your face and looks straight into your eyes, “Plus, I know for a fact that the girls will like you. They have a little book club that has read every single one of your books.” A mischievous expression takes over her face.

“No way, Mor.” Your eyes widen. “You didn’t tell me they’ve read my books.” You shoot up from the vanity chair and pace through the room with your hands twirling a piece of hair to occupy yourself. “Cauldron, Mor, that would have been nice to know.”

Mor throws her head back in laughter, “They haven’t just read them darling, you’re a common talk amongst the library, you’re their favorite.” She walks up and boops you on the nose, you swat her hand away. “Nesta and Feyre are always talking about how sexy they are, I’ve even seen Amren reading one from time to time.”

“Is it too late to back out now?” You sigh in exasperation.

“Even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t let you.”

You glare at her, “I know.”

“Come on, sugar plum, we gotta get going.” Before you can protest she takes your hand and winnows you out of your apartment.

***

“Do we even know if she’s real?” Cassian mutters as he nurses a glass of whiskey. “I mean, Mor said she’s lived here for nearly 50 years—and been friends with her for longer—but we’ve never met her.”

“Probably because she didn’t want your horny ass to hit on her.” Azriel buts in as Rhys lets out a laugh in agreement.

“Your not much better, brother.” Cassian shoots him an amused glare but it’s ignored as Az takes a sip from his glass.

“I can’t say I’m not curious, though.” Rhys starts, “Mor said she was trustworthy enough to know about Velaris, and that she knew her for centuries before she moved here.”

“And yet we’ve never met her and when ever she comes up Mor shuts the subject down.” Cassian replies.

It did make Azriel wonder, he could send his shadows to get information on her, but she’s coming tonight so he might as well just wait and ask her—like a normal person.

All at once the 3 brothers perked up as soon and the felt someone winnow into the house.

“Guess it’s time to finally meet the mystery girl.” Rhys says before sauntering off and going to the main living area where the girls were already there drinking wine and gossiping about the latest book by their favorite author—Y/n Y/l/n.

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When they enter the room Feyre, Nesta, Elain, Gwyn, and Emerie are all sitting in front of the fire, drinking wine and giggling quietly.

“Where’s Nyx, darling?” Was the first thing Rhys asks as he makes his way to Feyre’s side and places a loving kiss on her cheek.

Azriel always envied their mating bond, Cassian’s too. He had waited so long to feel the love of a mate, but he would wait as long as it took. He often tried to occupy his heart with harmless relationships to fill the void that hopefully would one day be filled with his mate. But even after centuries of waiting he had yet to even suspect someone. It made him insecure sometimes, how could anyone love someone as scared and broken as him? So to refrain from thinking these thoughts he buried himself into other activities, spying, reading, training. Anything that could take his mind off of the restless thoughts that invaded his brain.

“He ran off to greet Mor.” She replied while leaning into his kiss.

All the males looked slightly of put as they recalled the new unknown guest around around Nyx. Rhys stood straight and was about to go seek them out when they heard the sound of footsteps making their way towards them from the hall.

They all stood and watched as Mor entered the room followed by someone who was still out of view behind Mor.

Mor moved to the side and revealed the most beautiful female Azriel had even seen in his life. You were wearing a silky slip style dress in a deep midnight blue, it contrasted beautifully to the long white waves cascading down to your waist. Winter court, Azriel thought. What caught his attention the most was the small Illyrian at your side with his hand in yours.

“Daddy I found a girl!” Nyx shouts as he tries to drag you towards his father.

You have a small nervous smile on your face and you allow yourself to be dragged towards Rhysand.

“Nyx!” Feyre shoots up from her seat on the chaise and rushes over to snatch up Nyx, releasing your hand in the process. “I’m so sorry.” She says turning to you.

Mor makes her way back up to your side and you look over to her for reassurance. She nods at you and you look back to Feyre with a sweet smile. “That’s all right, nothing to be sorry about” you reply. “I’m Y/n, you must be Feyre.” Rhysand takes Nyx out of his mates arms and you hold out your hand to shake hers. She shakes her head at your hand and instead wraps her arms around you in a hug. You freeze slightly in surprise but quickly relax and return the hug.

“It’s lovely to finally meet you, Y/n. Mor is awfully protective.” Feyre sends a playful glare to your best friend and she returns it with a sheepish smile. You simply laugh at the exchange.

Mor takes your arm and walks you to the seating area and you take a seat on an armchair close to the fire.

“Y/n,” Mor starts, “This is Nesta, Elain, Gwyn, Emerie and you’ve already met Feyre.” She takes her time pointing to each female around the room. Gwyn and Nesta are sat beside each other on a two seater lounge while Elain sits on the arm chair across from you. Mor walks over to Emerie and lays a hand on her shoulder. You try to hide your smirk behind your hand as you glance between the two of them. The look she gives you is a mix between shut the fuck up and she’s hot isn’t she. It became clear to you that her family doesn’t know about her sexually orientation, that became more clear when you caught the confusion in the eyes of a couple of the others.

“Anyway,” she claps her hands together and walks back to where Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel were standing. “This is Rhysand—“

“Call me Rhys, please, any friend of Mor’s is a friends of mine.” You smile at him before Mor continues.

“Then my most favorite nephew, Nyx, whom you’ve already met.” She walks up and pinched the little boys cheeks, who squirms in his dads arms, resulting in him putting Nyx down. Nyx does something no one expects—especially not you—when he runs up to you, climbs onto your chair, and settles into your lap as if nothing was wrong in the world. Every one stares in shock while you just let it has happen, chuckling slightly.

Azriel watches you along with everyone else, but the thought churning in his mind aren’t ones that revolve around Nyx, no, the only thing he can think about is how, beautiful and sweet you are, he might not be able to forgive Mor for keeping you from him. Of course, not literally, but he had never felt to drawn to someone, especially not someone he had never met in his life.

“Sorry.” You say with a small laugh. “Is he normally this friendly?” You look up to see Feyre snickering and Rhys shaking his head in amusement. Mor just looks as if she’s having a proud mother moment.

“Not usually, but he doesn’t meet new people often.” Rhys supplies. “But if he’s bothering you feel free to tell us, we won’t be offended.”

“Oh no, he’s perfect.” You look to the little boy in your lap who’s the split image of his father. His big violet eyes are looking up at you as you smile down at him.

You remember that you hadn’t been introduced to everyone yet. “And I’m guessing these two are Cassian and Azriel.” You gesture to each of them.

Cassian beamed at you, “The one and only, nice to meet you Y/n.”

“You too, Cassian.”

Azriel kept silent but he gave you a forced tight lipped smile, that made your stomach drop a little. He didn’t like you, you concluded.

You looked over to Mor who noticed the interaction and noticed that slightly devastated look on your face. She was quick to change the subject.

“Nice going, asshole.” Cassian says to Azriel out of your ear shot, “She thinks you hate her.”

“What?” Azriel heart sinks, “Why would she think that?” He could never hate you, he knew it the minute he saw you. He wanted to talk to you but he didn’t know what to say.

“You gave her the same obviously fake smile that you give every female that any of us try to set you up with.” Cassian sends him a looks that screams could you be any more oblivious, “Didn’t you see her smile drop slightly and her look to Mor for reassurance?”

No, he did not, and now he feels like a dick. “I didn’t mean too.” He replies solemnly.

“Y/n’s from the winter court. We became friends the first time a visited when I was a child.” Mor smiled at you cheekily before continuing, “I wanted her to move here a few decades ago—“

“—because you’re like an overprotective mother hen.” You cut her off with a laugh but she shushes you playfully.

“No,” she asserts firmly with a glare in your direction, “Well, yes I guess a little.” The group around you laughs.

“If she’s lived here for decades why have we never met her?” Cassian asks and Mor roles her eyes at the questions.

“Did you not hear Y/n, Cass, protective mother hen.” She gestures to herself while you along with everyone else smiles at the interaction. “She needed protecting from the like of you, all of you and your corrupt sense of humor. Now, drinks.”

“Ugh, Yes please” and other mutters of agreement are heard from all around. Rhysand snaps his fingers and wine appears atop the coffee table at the center of the seating.

Elain pours you a glass and hands it to you, you smile gratefully. Nyx has since fallen asleep on your lap, his face tucked into your neck and you run your hand over his head while paying attention to conversation around you.

“So Y/n, you want to tell everyone what you do for a living?” Mor says, bringing everyone’s attention to you once more, though, you couldn’t help but notice that one particular person attention had been on you the whole time.

You glare at Mor, a real glare this time, no playfulness in your stare. “Morrigan, what did we talk about.” You say to her while everyone listens with interest. She doesn’t reply, but instead hold your stare with a challenging look. Eventually giving up you cave. “I’m an author.”

“I expected something completely different from the way you two were looking at each other.” Nesta laughs as she finished her glass of wine.

“Me too.” Pipes Gwyn who was sitting on the lounge where Feyre had once been. Feyre was now curled up in the lap of the high lord. “Are you published.”

“Um—” you hesitate.

“Yes, she is.” Mor states simply once she’s decided that you’re taking far to long to answer such an easy question.

“Do you think we’d know any?” Gwyn asks curiously. “The girls and I are in a book club, I’m sure we’ve had to at least heard of it.”

“Oh I write under pseudonym, you probably haven’t heard of me.” You attempt to laugh it off, but Nesta and Gwyn seem keen on getting the answer out of you.

“Try us.” Nesta pushes.

“Sellyn Drake.” You say quietly with a slight embarrassed chuckle. Please tell me they haven’t read my books, please, please, ple—

“Fucking shit!” Nesta shoots up, her refilled glass of wine spilling over the lip of the glass. Every female in the room seems to sit up, even Feyre from where she was comfortably tucked into Rhysand.

“You’re kidding, right?” Gwyn shrieks with an excited smile on her face.

“You’ve heard of me?” You say sheepishly.

“Heard of you!” Nesta snaps her fingers and every single book that you’ve ever published appears directly in front of you. You reach for a book, trying not to jostle the sleeping Illyrian in your arms. Opening the book you’re surprised to see annotations on every page, highlighted words and thoughts fill each blank space.

“Um wow, I didn’t expect this.” You laugh as you flip through the pages coming across and especially spicy scene before slamming the book shut and placing it back on the pile.

“Would it be weird if I asked you to sign them?”

“Not at all, how about we meet for coffee sometime, I can even bring the manuscript for my next book, I’ve been looking for some insight on it.” You suggest, a little bit nervous that she might turn you down.

“Holy shit, of course!” She looks over to Feyre, Gwyn, and Emerie. “You know what? What do you think about coming to our next book club meeting?”

You return her excitement at that, “That sounds perfect.”

Nesta excitedly goes to Cassian and plops in his lap. His arms wrap around her waist and kisses her neck.

“You’re the smutty romance author, eh.” Cassian guesses in response to his mates excitement.

Your face burns red and you attempt to hide it by looking away. Azriel watched the exchange with a barely there smirk on his face. Ah maybe he could use that as a conversation starter, he thought. He would only have to get you alone first. He observed that you weren’t to comfortable talking about your occupation in a large group like this with new people. Though, he didn’t understand why an extremely successful author wouldn’t want to flaunt her talents.

“Y/n?” Starts Rhys. “Are you comfortable talking about your family?” He didn’t want to pry, but he was curious, something about you was just so familiar.

“Oh, of course.” You loved your family dearly and enjoyed any excuse to talk about them, especially your sister. “My sister is the lady of the winter court.”

“Viviane?” Feyre asks and you nod in response.

“Yes, we’re fraternal twins.” You smile as you think about your twin sister who was such a talented warrior.

“She’s amazing, and so is my niece, Seely, who was born 3 years ago, about the same age as Nyx actually.” You gesture to the sleeping form wrapped in your arms.

“I hadn’t realized you had such useful connections—” Rhys starts.

“—No.” Mor cuts him off before he can continue. “You are not using my best friend for a winter court alliance. You want an alliance, figure out how to get it without using her as pawn.”

Rhys looked apologetic, “She’s right, I apologize Y/n.”

“No harm done, if it’s any reassurance Kallias and Vivian are rather fond of your inner circle. I’m sure if you ever did want an alliance you wouldn’t have trouble achieving it, with or without my assistance.” You reply, you truly didn’t mind, you actually found it quite comforting that he was willing to talk politics with you, even if it was an odd situation to do so.

A new voice speaks up, surprising everyone in the room. “So you can fight?” Azriel kicks off from his place in the shadows against the wall, finally stepping into the light of the fire and taking the empty seat to your left.

“What do you mean?” You ask him to specify.

“We’ll Viviane is a highly trained warrior, and I’ve seen how well trained the winter court army is. I was wondering if you were trained similarly.”

“Yes, Viviane and I were trained by our father from the moment we could walk.” You smile in remembrance, your father was such a good teacher and was kind and gave you advice on how to improve rather than yelling. Many of your favorite memories were training beside him and your sister. “It’s been several years though, I probably a bit rusty.”

“I could always help.” He rushes out, as if he didn’t really mean to say that. He clears his throat. “I mean, if you ever wanted to train again I would be happy to be your partner.” Azriel cursed himself for not controlling his words, he hoped you wouldn’t turn him down.

“I would love that Azriel, thank you.” You smile widely at him and you look back to the group.

Feyre stands up and begins to make her way towards you. “As much fun as this has been I really need to get Nyx into his bed.”

“Of course, do you want to take him or I would be happy to walk up with you so he doesn’t wake.” You offer, cradling Nyx against your chest in preparation for her answer.

“That would be amazing, Y/n.” She smiles graciously at you. You stand from the comfy armchair and follow Feyre out of the room and through a series of hallways. She comes to a bedroom and you both go in and put Nyx to bed. “I’ve never seen him act so attached to someone new before. He really likes you.”

“I’m glad, I really like him too.” You both make your way back to the sitting room as you yawn.

“I’ve had so much fun, but I really should get going before I become too tired to winnow home.” You stay standing up instead of sitting back down. You were sure that if you sat back down you would surely fall asleep.

“Stay the night, please.” Rhys offers, “you could join us tomorrow for breakfast and training.”

“And a book club meeting, the girls and I have one in the library tomorrow.” Nesta adds while each of the girls agrees.

“I don’t know,” you start to reply “I don’t want to intrude—”

“Y/n! How many times do I have to repeat myself before you process it in you thick skull.” Mor throws her hand up, exasperated. “You. Are. Not. Intruding.”

You fidget with a strand of your snowy white hair before replying. “Just because you feel that way doesn’t mean the others do. You’re biased Mor.”

“Oh Mother.” She pinches the bridge of her nose as if you are a insulant child.

“If you fear that you are intruding I can guarantee that you are not.” Feyre tells you kindly, a much kinder approach than Mor’s.

You’re still hesitant, but you make up your mind. “Alright, I guess I’ll stay.”

Everyone looks content with your response. But it’s Nesta who’s the first to talk. “Perfect. Training starts at sunrise.”

[billkaulitzgirlfriend]

♡Louder than love♡

Tom kaulitz x Fem!Reader

Guys I’m back 😭 school has been kicking my ass it’s been forever since I’ve updated I’ll hopefully get more time to write after finals love y’all ❤︎. (I literally fell asleep while making this 💀)

Warnings(weed, alcohol, smut) ion know

This fic is about Tom and you having sex together for the first time after dating for a while this was requested by @minniespacesstuff sorry for the long wait babes 😭

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Tom and I have been dating for about six months and have been friends for almost five years. We met because me and Bill are best friends. I’ve seen Tom with quite a few girls over the time I’ve known him and how high his sex drive was. He used to always talk about a new girl he was hooking up with, but now with me he doesn’t even talk about going past kissing with me . It’s starting to worry me quite a bit. Does he not find me attractive? Well, at least in that way?

"Y/n?" I look up and see Tom staring down at me. I must have gotten distracted by my thoughts again. "Sorry, yeah?" I say, looking at him, "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I’m good just thinking." "Okay," he smiles sweetly and leans down to kiss me. His lips feel so soft against mine that it always feels amazing when he kisses me. We make out every once in awhile, but he always stops as soon as it gets too heated, making up an excuse to leave. If it makes me feel horrible, does he really want to leave that bad when we kiss?

"Uh, Bill said that he wants to go party tonight; are you up for it?" He asks shortly after breaking the kiss, I guess a drink or two would be great to rid me of my worries for a bit." "Yeah, I would love to!" I say with a little too much enthusiasm, "Okay then, we leave at nine." He smiles sweetly, walks off, and begins to talk to Gustav. I get up and go to my room. I begin to get ready for the night. I put on a tight-fitting skirt that I know Tom likes and a small tank top.

I feel exposed in the thin clothes, but I want to impress Tom, so I wear them none the less.

It’s already 8:50 Once I’m done with my makeup, I walk out of the room, and everyone is already done. Georg is the first to see me. "DAMN Y/N!" He shouts loudly, and the rest of the boys quickly look back at me. "You look so pretty," Gustav says shyly. "Thanks, Gus." "Y/N, YOU SLUT!" Bill screams, "You look so beautiful, Meine Liebe." Tom says while caressing my cheek. I look up at him and sheepishly smile.

"Uhhg, stop being all lovely dovey, let’s go!" Bill says while dragging me to the car:

It’s already 9:20. Once we arrive at the club, me and Bill run to the bar and say, "Can I have two shots of tequila, please?" I sigh as the warm liquid coats my throat. I and Bill order two more rounds before going to find the rest of the boys sitting in a booth talking. Gustav has already found a girl and is sitting next to her. Tom scoots so I can sit next to him. I can’t help but stare at him while everyone talks. My mind starts to wonder back to why he won’t go any further than kissing me. Worries flood my body, only enhanced by the alcohol, and my thoughts are once again cut off. "Wanna smoke?" Georg says as he pulls out two joints. Gustav declines as he’s too busy talking with the girl he found. The rest of us say yes and walk outside. Me and Bill share one joint while Tom and Georg share the other.

The high takes over quickly; me and Bill are a giggling mess. He pulls me away once again to the bar and orders two random mixed drinks.

"Y/n?" He asks, "Yeah, Bill?" "Are you okay? "You’ve been acting a bit weird lately," he says. His words are a bit slurred, but none the less, I tell him the truth. The weed and alcohol lead the conversation. "So you guys haven’t fucked at all?" He asks in disbelief, "No, we barely go past kissing." I say while downing another shot and Bill does the same, "Wow, that’s really surprising, knowing him..." Bill's words make me feel 100% worse about the situation. I’m guessing he senses this and quickly follows up with, "I’m sure there’s a good reason though! Maybe you should just ask?" No, that’s exactly what I don’t want to do." Yeah, you're right, I will thank you Bill.” He’s right, that’s the mature thing to do. "Come on, let’s dance!" I say while pulling him to the floor, trying to escape the conversation. Me and him dance together for a while, but I’m surprised when I feel two hands place themselves on my waist. I immediately pull away and look at them angrily to see that it was just Tom. My face softens when I realize it’s just him. He seems happy about my reaction to this and pulls me back towards him. I smile as he kisses me. "Are you ready to go?" I nod my head yes, feeling tired from all the thinking I’ve been doing tonight. We all decide it’s time to leave and get back in the car. Gustav decided to leave the poor girl behind, claiming she was too dull to bring back with us.

Once we arrive back at the house, I stumble into the door and am the first in the shower. Once I get out, Tom stops me on the way to my room "Do you want to stay in my room tonight?" He sweetly asks "yeah just let me get dressed first" "okay I'll see you soon" he says walking into the bathroom to take a shower.

im already in his bed once he's done he gets In only wearing a pair of boxers I love being the only one to see him like this we cuddle and talk about nothing laughing at stupid jokes we make up our high has already left but we're still buzzed from all the alcohol once our conversation dies down I begin to think about Bills words "Tom?" "Yes Meine Liebe?" He asks sincerely sensing the fear in my voice " do you not find me attractive?"

Toms P.O.V

My heart drops when she says, "Y/n, what are you talking about? Of course I do!" I say while sitting up, and she does the same. I can see tears prickling her eyes. She’s been thinking about this for awhile. "It’s just, I saw how you were with your other "girlfriends" and how sexual you acted with them, but you never want to do things like that with me." This is the exact opposite of what I wanted to happen: "That’s because those relationships were purely sexual; of course I want to do things like that with you; it’s just that I didn’t want you to think that’s all I wanted from you." Once I say this, tears rush down her face. "But you have had so many opportunities, but you always leave before anything can happen." Her voice sounds hurt. "I know if we go any further, I won’t want to stop." I say while wiping the tears off her face. She puts her head in my chest while I rub her back, trying to comfort her.

"Can I make it up to you?" She looks up at me with a questioning look.

Y/ns P.O.V

I nod my head when he says this , Is he going to buy me another gift? I think to myself, I’m surprised when he begins to kiss my neck, but I quickly melt into the feeling as he kisses me all around until he finds a spot that makes me moan. I feel him smirk against my skin. He begins to feel my body through my clothes. He slips his hand under my shirt and massages my breast. I can’t help but wine. "Scheiße, I’ve wanted to do this for so long," he said as he rids me of my shirt. I cover myself, but he quickly pulls my hands from my body. "You're too pretty to be doing that, Meine Liebe." He stares at my body for a moment before kissing down my stomach, leaving a trail of love bites. I begin to squirm once he kisses my thighs. He holds my legs over his shoulders, keeping them still. He kisses my heat through my pants. "Ahh-fuck Tom," I say while covering my face. "God Y/N, you’re so wet." He says while moving my panties to the side. "You've been waiting for this for a long time, huh?" "Mhhhm T-tom" "Come on, Süßes Mädchen, use your words." "I’ve wanted this for so long," I say in a breathy voice. Tom smirks, "Well, I won’t make you wait any longer baby." His tongue makes contact with my cunt. It feels so good with him between my legs. He knows exactly what he’s doing. "A-aah fuck Tom." I see him rut against the bed, trying to relieve his tension. Soon, I feel the knot in my stomach come undone. "Gonna cum hübsches Mädchen?" I desperately nod, "Cum for me then, baby." His words push me to the edge. Once I’m done, he pulls away and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his tongue. I look down to see his erection and his boxers stained with precum.

He swiftly takes them off and hovers over me and slowly enters my walls. "M-mhh," he grunts. Once he bottoms out, he waits to move until I tell him. He starts with a slow, sensual pace. He keeps eye contact with me, watching as my face twists in pleasure. "Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby," he says while his pace quickens. "I-I love you so much, T-tom." I struggle to get his name out. "I love you too, mein hübsches Mädchen, I can’t believe I waited so long to do this. You feel so good." Our lips connect once more before I reach my climax again. I let out a string of vulgar words, and once I called his name for the second time tonight, he soon fallows after me. His strokes becoming uncoordinated and slower, and I moan at the feeling of being full of warm liquid.

We lay there for a while cuddling, but Tom gets up and goes to his bathroom, and comes back with a warm towel, he cleans me up with it and does the same for himself, then helps me get dressed again. We lay back down, holding each other. "I love you so much, Y/N, and don’t ever think anything less than that." "I love you too, Tommy."

(Thanks you so much If you made it to the end let me know if you enjoyed it and Y’all I have a couple more fives coming out soon one about Gustav and another about Bill it might take a while though, and if you have and head cannons requests please let me know!)

[ccbunnv]

Could you do a valentines day with Bill? (Fem reader). Just anything really, fluff or smut. Maybe even like an angst that turns into a surprise. Idk just valentines day with Bill. An early thank you if you do it!

happy valentines! i spent it listening to nena n watching edits. hbu?

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 bill x fem! reader fluff

impatiently tapping your finger against your wooden desk, you stare at your phone that has remained as still as a corpse since the time you woke up. there had been no notification, no calls, not even a text from your usually romantic boyfriend.

your heart brewed up a storm. what was he doing? for the past few years you've been with him, he'd always make sure you woke up during every valentine's with a kiss to the forehead, a breakfast in bed, and you both would end it with a nice dinner.

if he had work that day and had to leave early, he would send you a loving text, before picking you up with a bouquet of roses after finishing his work as fast as he could. maybe he was busy?

you left it at that possibility with a sigh. standing up, you walk over to the closet to pick out a shirt. maybe you'll go out and buy some gifts for him. he has been eyeing a certain bracelet, and you wanted to get it for him.

your hands glide from one article of clothing to the next, colours varying from leopard prints to Bill's black and white striped jacket that you borrowed and never returned. you decided on a black shirt, a denim mini skirt and a pair of black converse.

you checked yourself out in the mirror for a couple of minutes, before fluffing up your hairdo, putting on some makeup, and leaving your room. you find yourself walking through the downtown area you lived nearby, watching as couples left and right coddled their partners.

it only made you feel more single. even though you weren't.

you pick up your phone to check it again, to see that Bill has finally left you a text. excitedly, you click into it and read his message. but it wasn't a valentine's message. it was just, "good morning, schatz! sorry for not replying, i'm a bit busy today."

you text back, "it's alright, my love."

you follow the text with, "let's go to that cafe we love afterwards, how about that?"

no reply.

you heave a sigh, and stick your phone into your pocket again. you continue your stride down the area, the scent of roses filling your nostrils as you pass by flower shops that have big sale signs on their storefront windows.

you eventually stop at your favourite cafe, the one you frequent with Bill, and head over to the cashier to get yourself your usual drink. you look up and notice the chalkboard that normally has the day's drink of recommendation to one that says '50% off for every couple!'

great, you lost that 50% off.

"hello miss, how can I help you?" the cashier asks, and you're brought back to reality.

"hi, could I get a (favourite drink)?" you respond, bringing out your purse to pay.

"will that be all?" he questions, and you bring your eyes to the pastry display case beside the counter.

there's an array of sweets, including strawberry cheesecakes and puff pastries with strawberry and custard in the middle. white decorates its top and its surroundings, leading you to wonder how sweet the pastry is with the amount of powdered sugar.

"yeah." you reply, looking back at him.

"okay, your total is 5 bucks." he says, ringing up your total on the register.

you hand him a crisp 5 dollar and he hands you your receipt.

you grab your coffee once it was placed on the pick up counter. you make your way over to one of the unoccupied seats in the corner, watching as couples flirted with eachother at their tables.

the bell rings as another pair walks in and you lift your head to see who it is. your breath hitches upon seeing your favourite ravenette, with a girl hooked on his arm. they laugh and chide, and they place their orders at the cashier.

your heart breaks, your teeth digging into your lower lip until it bled. was this what Bill was so busy with? taking another girl out on a date?

you stand and grab your drink, walking out of the door of the cafe, unwilling to be in the same room as those two. tears prickled at your eyes, threatening to spill. how could this be? he was the most loyal man a girl could ask for.

you come to an automatic stop in front of a toy shop. god, this felt so childish, but there was a giant teddy bear with a pink lacey bow tied around its neck, simply resting there and holding a sign just like the one in the cafe.

you enter the toy shop and a sickening smell of sweet candy floods your entire being. you look around, noticing a lot of people inside, buying small teddy bears for their partners and contemplating on which card to get.

your eyes fixate on the large teddy bear, and you reach out to touch it. the material is soft, the curls of the plush felt warm on your skin, and upon closer inspection, the paws of the teddy bear were heart-shaped. how cute.

you feel slightly better at your encounter with the teddy, and an old lady approaches you soon. she asks, "miss, can I help you with anything?"

"er, yeah." you respond, "how much is the teddy bear?"

"it's 300 dollars." she says with a smile.

you look back down at your purse, and you find that you only have 55 bucks. you smile awkwardly and reply, "actually, never mind."

you leave the shop with a slight sigh, and you notice that the sky has gotten darker since you left yours and his apartment. you decide to return home, since there wasn't anything left for you to do.

you walk home, checking out each restaurant that you passed. the insides were lit with warm lighting, couples dressed in gorgeous dresses as they cheered their glasses of champagne, their hands locked together as they whisper sweet nothings in eachothers ears.

you bring out your phone again, hoping to see at least one message from Bill, but nada.

your mood sours, and you reluctantly return home. as you open the door, you're greeted by a familiar smell that definitely doesn't belong to you. it's some other girl's perfume. you look down, and notice a pair of dior heels that didn't belong to you.

your heart breaks and you simply shut the door, leaving the apartment complex again. the dam finally breaks and tears stream down your cheeks as you stride down the sidewalk. you rub your eyes, trying to remove all traces of you crying.

god, this is all so stupid.

if he wanted to cheat why do it so obviously?

the evening grows into night and the weather turns frigid. you find yourself in a friend's apartment, and she's making you a cup of hot chocolate. thank god she's free, otherwise you wouldn't know where to go and what to do.

she sighs as she hands you the cup of hot chocolate, "girl you look like you're straight out of jennifer's body."

you take the hot chocolate and sips it, unphased by her comment, "I know I do."

"do you really think he's cheating?" she asks, sitting in front of you, "I mean, it just seems so unlikely."

"he rants about you all day long." she says, "if anything, he's crazy for you. why would he cheat now?"

"how the hell am I supposed to know?" you hiccup, pressing your lips against the white cup again and drinking the sweet liquid of comfort.

"he's not on tour, but he doesn't talk to me, text me, call me, and I see him with some brunette on his arm and the whole damn apartment reeks of some other girl!" you sob, wiping the tears away forcefully.

"girl..." your friend sighs, before her phone buzzes and she picks it up.

she looks through it, and then says, "my date's coming over in half an hour. er, do you mind?"

wow, okay, hoes before bros, fine.

you simply nod, despite feeling a little bit betrayed. you stand, finish your hot chocolate, and leave her apartment complex. you drag your feet home and face the door to your apartment once more.

breathing in and out, you start making plans in your head. though you dread going in, you had nowhere else to go. god, if those two were going at it like rabbits you were going to light the bed on fire.

you open the door and notice...no dior heels. the scent of the perfume is much more faint now, and there's soft jazz coming from the living room. you slowly take your shoes off and slide into a pair of house slippers.

you trudge through, and stop suddenly at the romantic display in the living room. rose petals decorate the floors, there's takeout of your favourite restaurant on the coffee table, your favourite movie on the television and cozy blankets on the couch.

the giant teddy bear that you were eyeing earlier now sits at the side of your couch, smiling at you endearingly with a bouquet of your favourite flowers mixed with roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates in its soft paws. you take another look at the coffee table and notice a perfume bottle on it.

it's the perfume you've wanted for so long. that's why it smelled so familiar. your heart throbs as you finally realise what he has been doing.

"schatz?" he calls out from behind.

you turn around to see him smiling at you, dressed in a black shirt and a pair of black and grey plaid pyjama pants.

you begin to sob. that takes him by surprise and he quickly goes over to bring you into his arms, "did I scare you, schatz?"

"oh my god, you're the worst!" you weep, "who the hell even was that girl?"

"you saw us?" he asks, looking shocked.

"of course I did! you both just went into our cafe and you think I wasn't there?" you snap, looking mad but mildly relieved.

"oh, sorry, mein liebling..." he whispers, kissing your forehead, "that was Georg's girlfriend. I asked her for help."

"then why were you both being touchy-feely?" you ask.

"that was just out of reflex, my love..." he says, kissing the sides of your face, "I won't touch any other girl like how I touch you, you know that."

he slowly picks his face up and kisses your lips, "meine schöne frau,"

"you know I love you and only you, right?" he murmurs, his arms wrapping around your waist and bringing you close.

"you ignored me for the whole day..." you respond, sniffling a little.

"I know, it's my fault, but I'm here to pay you back, okay?" he whispers, kissing your neck, "mein schönes mädchen, all mine."

"mhm..." you watch as he pulls away and returns to kiss your lips.

his thumb presses against your cheek and wipes away the trail of mascara down your cheeks, "so pretty."

he kisses your cheek, and says, "you wanna get into something comfier?"

you nod, and he lets go of you. you run back into the room and begin removing your makeup, and then you change into a black slip with pink lace along its rims.

you leave the room after turning the lights off, and upon seeing you, he lets out a soft groan, "meine frau, you're begging me to fuck you in that."

you stick your tongue out at him, and he laughs a little. he walks over, pulling you into his arms as his hand reaches down to cup your butt, "come on, before the food gets cold."

you both cozy together on the couch and he presses start on the movie. the intro rolls in and he kisses you on the forehead, "happy valentine's, schön."

"happy valentine's." you whisper back.

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[avenging-fandoms]

OKAY NAHHHH NOW U GOTTA WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THAT FRIENDS TO LOVERS BUT ITS TOO LATE TROPE

**i forgot who this was originally requested for so i’m gonna pick pedrito<3

Idk i kinda hate this

**fem pronouns

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“I can’t believe you’re getting married.” Yn sighed with her arms crossed, admiring Pedro as he adjusts his tie with a bright smile. “I always thought we would have to use our pact.” Yn half jokes. Pedro turns aroud with knitted eyebrows.

“What pact?” He questions and Yn’s heart breaks a little.

“The pack we made when we were 16, if we didn’t getting married by 50 we’d marry each other.” She reminds him and he snaps, nodding.

“I totally forgot about that. Well we probably wouldn’t have worked out anyway.” Pedro chuckles and sits to re-tie his shoes, Yn fidgeting with her bridesmaid dress nervously.

“How would we know if we never tried?”

She tried to be quiet but saw Pedro stop tying his shoes in her peripheral as she looks at her hands.

“Dove..” Pedro sighs and she sits next to him, holding his arm and looking at him through tears while he rubbed his eyebrows with his eye closed.

“Pedro, I fell in love with you years ago, and when I went to tell you you told me about Heather, so I didn’t tell you. But now I’m telling you right before you marry her.” Yn realizes what she’s doing.

“Right before I marry her!” Pedro exclaims, standing up quickly and Yn jumps. “Why not telling me in the beginning when it’s easier to end and I loved you back?” Pedro yelled.

Yn inhaled sharply and stared Pedro down, tears falling. “You loved me?” Yn couldn’t raise her voice higher than a soft whisper, and Pedro laughed in her face.

“Yes, Yn, I did. Before I fell in love with my soon-to-be-wife.” Pedro sighed and groaned loudly as he ran his hands down his face, looking at Yn who stood slowly, unable to make eye contact.

“Good luck with your marriage, Pedro. I wish you nothing but the best.” Yn nods and opens the door. Pedro’s eyes soften and widen, quickly heading to the door and trying to get her to stay. Yn didn’t respond to anything he said and quietly took herself away from his grip and racing to her car.

As she quickly drove away Yn couldn’t helped but sob. She couldn’t blame Pedro for how he felt but she was still upset, her heart was tightening with every breath and it was getting harder to breathe.

Yn couldn’t have stayed - she was a bridesmaid. To stand next to the woman the man you love is marrying sounds like an absolute nightmare, so she finds a few hours away where no one could find her. With the alcohol for the after party and her night bag, Yn bought a room for the weekend.

She turns off her phone and turns on the TV to find something random and cracking open the bottle of Tito’s.

Every sip she thought of Pedro and Heather. How they were exchanging vows, their first kiss. Once Yn turned her back on she was going to delete every app of social media she had so she sees nothing from the wedding.

Yn locks the door all the ways she can and grabs her laptop, her vodka and her pajamas as she heads to the bathroom. Yn closes the door and starts the bath, getting it hot before taking off her makeup and dress.

She angrily threw the dress in the trash with a sob, taking a drink of her vodka and submerging herself in the hot water, putting music on her computer. Her hand draped over the edge of the bathtub with the vodka bottle loose in her grip, eyes closed and lip syncing to the music before it stops.

She was getting a FaceTime call. From Pedro.

Yn took a big sip and answers, groaning as it burns going down.

“Dove, what the hell?!” Pedro was in a quiet room and Yn took a breath.

“What’s up, how’s the wedding?” Yn slurred terribly. She didn’t realize how drunk she was and Pedro was worried as Yn barely drinks.

“Yn, where are you?” Pedro asking angrily to which Yn shrugged.

“A guy’s house, Jackson. I called him sad and now I’m naked in his tub.” Yn giggles as she lies but Pedro just thinks she’s drunk giggling.

“He didn’t try anything did he?” Pedro’s tone of voice was low and his eyes were dark, and it sobered Yn up a bit.

“What do you care, married boy? You don’t love me anymore. Bye.” Yn hung up and put her laptop on Do Not Disturb so no more calls came through and she could enjoy her back.

She set her alcohol down, dunking herself under the water for a few minutes before coming back up, gasping as she wipes her face and runs her hands over her hair. Yn brings her knees to her chest, resting her cheek on her knee bone, staring at the drain as she thought.

She thought of Pedro, of Heather, of Jackson, of everything she could think of. Eventually the water got cold and Yn sobered up a bit. Yn stood up slowly and wobbled a bit while wrapping the towel around herself. She brushed her teeth and changed into her pajamas before climbing into bed.

Yn finally turns on her phone and sees a few texts from Pedro, friends, and a bunch from Jackson talking about how Pedro showed up looking for her and threatened him. Yn sighed and texted him back, telling him she was very sorry and she’ll take him to dinner to explain; he agreed.

Yn took a few deep breaths before calling Pedro who answers in 3 rings.

“Where the hell are you?!” He scolds.

“You showed up to Jackson’s house? Pedro, I’m sorry if what I said messed with you, but you got married. Stop worrying who or where I am. Worry about you wife.”

“You did mess with me!” Pedro’s throat burns as he tries not to shout too loud for others to hear, his eyes glossy as he swallows. “Why did you do that?” Pedro asks as his lip softly trembles and Yn sighs, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she looks at the ceiling while tears well.

“I.. I don’t know, Pedro. It was selfish. I’m sorry. You’re a good man, a married man now. Please.. worry about your wife.” Yn’s voice broke.

“It should’ve been you, huh?” Pedro asks, sniffling.

“It’s too late to try.” Yn answers.

[femmefatalevibe]

Hello dear,

I'm an older woman who didn't have the chance to be guided when I was younger about selfcare, about beauty (makeup, clothes, accessories, etc.), the importance of looking my best, and about wanting to move forward professionally.

I've always admired the way women carried themselves in the 1940's (their clothes, their femininity) and I'm getting inspiration from that era for hair, makeup and clothes. This kind of information is pretty easy to find. My problem is I lack self-discipline when it's time to take care of myself, since I feel I was not taught properly, and I find it difficult to create a routine and sometimes even to get out of the house looking by best.

Could you please help me define a routine (morning and night) and new partterns, along with a mindset to achieve the self-representation of my dreams?

Hi love! So excited for you to start this self-care journey and prioritize yourself. I believe it's always the right time to start a routine that makes you feel better about yourself. Focus on the small things and begin habit-stacking. I have a goal-setting, productivity, and self-discipline guide linked HERE to get you started.

To become consistent with self-care habits, I think the most important mindset shift is to remember that no one else will ever put more effort into you than you will yourself – they're too busy with their own lives and everything that comes up. This change is for YOU, so you can feel better about your daily life. Why deprive yourself of this joy and self-pleasure when all you have to do is set aside a few minutes twice a day to better your life? Think of lacking consistency in your self-care routines as a form of self-sabotage (because it is, honestly).

When it comes to routines, you have to find what works for you, but the most important steps fit into 3 buckets: hygiene, nourishment, and improvement-focused indulgence (beauty, style, self-development reading, a yoga class, etc.).

Simple Morning & Nighttime Habits:

Brush teeth, floss, & skincare (2x/day)

Shower, brush hair, moisturize, and blowdry with heat protection cream and a round brush (1x/day)

Establish a daily makeup routine and a capsule wardrobe

Have at least 2 filling plant-based meals packed with whole foods, such as fruits, veggies, avocado, beans, whole grains, tahini, potatoes, etc. (following this regimen for 10 years has given me almost perfect skin with little to no external effort)

Drink plenty of water (your weight in pounds = target water consumption in ounces)

Wear sunscreen daily (at least 30-50 SPF)

Cut, file, and brush your nails (at least 1x/week)

Use a dermaplaning, sugar scrubs, and tweezing as needed to remove hair from your face and body (usually once every 2-4 weeks)

Here are some other resources to build a morning & night routine, some beauty tips, etc.

Femme Fatale Morning Routine

Femme Fatale Nighttime Routine

Femme Fatale Beauty Playbook: Tips & Tricks To Feel Clean, Confident & Seductive Daily

Femme Fatale Guide: Habits To Become Your Best Self In 2023

How To Build A (Realistic) Femme Fatale Wardrobe: Daily Essentials

Femme Fatale Beauty Routine: Essentials To Unleash Your Dark Feminine Energy

Hope this helps xx

[qu0kkarambles]

Part 5- Christmas party

Warnings- smut (minors dni), sex in public, unprotected sex, fivesome, oral, cum play?, cursing, degradation, praise, aftercare, overstimulation, hickeys, multiple orgasms, crying, I think that’s everything?

Authors note- I can’t quite believe this series is over?? It’s been in my brain for so long and I started writing part 1 over a month ago. It feels surreal that I’ve written a series on here but here we are, and all the comments and re blogs I keep getting make my day so please if you have anything to say comment or send anonymous asks I love hearing that y’all like this. Anyways enjoy.

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Every year, your office has a Christmas party. The entire floor would be decorated with streamers and tinsel, Christmas songs blasting from an old radio and food and drinks handed out for everyone. It was the perfect opportunity for colleagues to spend time together outside of work hours, getting to know each other, sharing a drink and growing closer.

Needless to say, you had so far never attended. In previous years you always received the invite, left it on your fridge for a week, and then threw it away. You had no interest in bonding with your coworkers, and you definitely didn’t want them to know more about you than they already did.

It was your tried and tested method of keeping yourself out of the office gossip, and it was perfect. But this year would unfortunately be unavoidable. After your confession to heeseung he had set his mind on going to the party, even calling into work to tell them he wouldn’t be travelling for a while.

His stop on travel was only partly for the sake of the christmas party. He also realised while you were chatting about your weeks one night how much he missed being around you. He’d been planning to stop leaving you for a while, but your infidelity sealed the deal for him. He’d be staying put for a while.

When the day of the Christmas party finally came, you felt your stomach in knots. For the past week since you had confessed to heeseung, you had been working from home, calling into your hr department each day with the same excuse- family problems that would hopefully be sorted soon. Heeseung had also been working from home, meaning you felt like you’d spent more time with him in the past week than the past 6 months.

‘Are you sure we have to go hee?’ You asked for the fourth time as you finished your makeup.

‘Yes my love. We’re going’ he replied, his shirt buttoned up and looking sleek and sexy.

‘But why? What will meeting them do? Please heeseung.’ You were practically begging. Your stomach had been tied up about tonight for the past few days, anticipation and anxiety at the whole office meeting heeseung filling your body. Not to mention heeseung meeting the three guys you slept with behind his back. It was going to be a disaster.

‘Princess’ his voice was stern. ‘We’re going. Don’t worry you’ll enjoy yourself. I’ll make sure of it’ he reassured as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Still unconvinced, you held his hand tight as you both left your apartment.

The red satin-feel dress you wore was perfect for the night, the 50’s style skirt perfectly accentuating your curves without being too short or sexy to be inappropriate for the work place. Although with your track record in the office, you couldn’t really talk on what was office appropriate.

Heeseungs hand rested on your thigh the entire car ride to your office. His hand up under your skirt and fingers flat against your skin calmed you, although your nerves picked up once you saw your office building.

‘Princess? You ready to go in?’ In your anxiety, you hadn’t notice him park the car, looking to you before stepping out of his door. He made his way around the car, opening your door and taking your hand in his as you stepped out, dress blowing gently in the breeze. The perfect gentleman. ‘Let’s go I guess’ you said, clutching his hand tight as you made your way into the building and up the lift.

The lift felt slower than usual, your mind running a million miles an hour with all the ways that tonight could go wrong. When the doors finally opened out into the open plan office you were taken aback. It really did look good, the decorations really transforming it from the relatively bleak office space you were used to. Music played through a crackling radio and many of your coworkers were gathered around one of the central cubicals acting as a makeshift bar for the evening.

As you approached with Heeseung, their chatter stopped as they turned to look at you both.

‘Y/n! So glad you could finally make it to a Christmas party. And who’s this?’ You recognised the speaker as one of the women from HR, but you couldn’t quite remember her name. You smiled, ignoring her question until heeseung piped up.

‘Lee heeseung. Her husband’ he replied, offering his hand out to shake her own. The faces of those behind all looked shocked, none of them knowing you were dating, let alone married.

‘Well done y/n. He’s mighty handsome isn’t he’ another coworker chimed in, the whole group agreeing.

‘Well thank you. We should mingle my love’ he said as he took your hand in his, excusing you both from the group as you walked away.

‘So. Where are they?’ He asked, eyes focused on you as you scanned the room. You had hoped that jay, jake and Sunghoon were yet to arrive, or better yet, that they weren’t coming at all. But luck was seldom on your side, and you soon spotted the three of them in a corner, each nursing their own cups as they stood in relative awkwardness.

‘Those three. Over there’ you told heeseung as you subtly nodded your head in their direction. His eyes followed, and he whistled low. ‘Well done princess. God you really know how to pick them don’t you.’ His hand held firm on your wrist as he pulled you in their direction, their eyes meeting your own before you reached them.

‘Hi there. You all must work with y/n’ heeseung began, taking in their reactions as they each tried to figure out who he was. Jay was the first to speak. ‘Yeah. I’m her boss. And you are?’ He sounded arrogant, his annoyance at your hand linked with heeseungs obvious in his voice.

‘Lee heeseung. Her husband’

At that, jake choked on his drink, spitting some of it from his mouth in shock as sunghoons eyes and mouth opened wide, shock painting his features. You still stood quiet, taking in their reactions as heeseungs hand left yours and found it’s way around your waist, pulling you close.

‘Her what?’ Jay asked, anger obvious in his tone. ‘You’re fucking married?’

His second question was pointed to you, but you kept quiet as heeseung continued. ‘How about we all go for a chat. I’m sure you’ve got some questions and y/n has a lot to say for herself, don’t you my love?’ He says as he looks down at you, eyes glinting in the party lights of the room.

You were grateful for the suggestion to talk to the boys elsewhere. Other colleagues knowing every inch of your personal life was too much to bare thinking about. Heeseung led you to the elevator and the five of you squeezed in, heading up a few floors before stepping off, certain you wouldn’t be interrupted. Being overly cautious, heeseung led you to a rather spacious office, which conveniently had a door lock. Definitely no interruptions.

‘Y/n. Do you want to start or should I?’ Heeseung asked, pushing you in front of the other men in the room.

‘Y/n what’s this about?’ Jake asked, hurt and confusion across his face as he processed that you were married, and also questioned why jay and Sunghoon were here too.

‘Shy? Don’t worry baby I’ll fill them in’ heeseung started, pausing for dramatic effect.

‘She fucked all three of you.’

The hurt, confusion and anger that spread across their faces haunted you. You never meant to hurt anyone, and the entire situation had spiralled out of control.

‘Heeseung please’ you begged, hoping you could soon leave.

‘My little slut fucked you all. And you didn’t even know she was married.’ As he spoke he lifted your chin with his fingers, your focus pulled up to look into his eyes. ‘Don’t worry baby. We’ll look after our little slut, right guys?’ He turned his question to the boys who were still stood in shock.

‘Remind me baby’ heeseung whispered into your ear, ‘who was first?’

‘Jay.’ Your voice was barely a whisper, until heeseung gripped your jaw and commanded you to speak louder.

‘JAY’ you almost shouted, heeseungs hand still gripping your cheeks.

‘Good girl. Jay. Come here’ Jay slowly walked toward you, still hesitant about how to act around you now that he knew you were married.

‘Take her panties Jay. I bet they’re soaked through by now anyway.’ Heeseungs voice commanded jay by tone alone, so following as he was told, he reached beneath the skirt of your dress to find your panties. Sure enough, heeseung was right, the lace fabric completely soaked through.

Heeseung released his grip on you, sitting you on a nearby desk before moving behind you, littering your collarbones with small kisses and hickeys. Jay stood holding your panties before catching heeseungs gaze. A wordless exchange and jay was kneeling infront of you, hands holding your thighs apart as his head dipped under your skirt.

‘Fuck Y/n. Taste so good.’ He said as he lapped at your folds. Your head thrown back, little whimpers left your ruby red lips as he worked you open with his tongue. Sunghoon was stood across from you, body unmoved from the shock of the situation, arousal obvious through his trousers. Jake was much the same, statue still until he caught you looking at him.

Your gaze spurred him into action as he moved forward, capturing your lips with his own as heeseung continued along your chest. Jay’s movements became quicker, slowly adding a finger as you moaned into jakes mouth. It wasn’t long before you were falling apart from his tongue. Moans and curses fell from your mouth as you broke your kiss with jake, heeseung lifting his lips away from your skin to watch as you fall apart for jay.

‘Good girl. But we’re not quite finished yet baby.’ He whispered lowly into your ear, your core clenching at his words. ‘Jake, you’re up’ he commanded the younger.

Jakes arousal was painfully obvious now, and though you were blissed out from your high, you could see how desperate he was. Reaching between your bodies, you unzipped him as he moved to stand between your legs. He coated himself in your release before sheathing himself in you, bottoming out in seconds as he whined into your ear.

‘Fuck y/n. Fuck feels so good. God.’ He captured your lips with his once again as he began his slow pace, heeseung moving from behind you toward the other two men. You were vaguely aware of their conversation, unable to concentrate on what they were saying as jake increased his pace. Your moans were swallowed by jakes kiss until you felt a hand thread through your hair, lips being pulled from jakes and face being turned.

To your side you saw jay, dick freed from its confines, fingers still threading through the roots of your hair as he pulled your head closer to him. You opened your mouth wide, taking him in as deep as you could. You were quickly gagging around his length as he fucked into your throat, his hand on the back of your head preventing you from pulling too far off of him. Jakes pace increased again, your moans sending vibrations along jays dick as you swallowed around him, your tongue paying special attention to his tip.

Chasing his high, jake had become animalistic. The sight of you choking and gagging around jay only added to his arousal, quickly pulling out of you as he covered your stomach with his release. ‘Fuck y/n. I’m sorry I got your dress dirty shit’ he said, panicking before heeseung laid a hand on his shoulder.

‘It’s fine. I’ll buy her a new one.’

Jay watched jake cover you in his cum, the stains looking so pretty against the red of the dress. Coupled with the sound of you choking around him and the tears streaming down your cheeks, he quickly followed jake, filling your mouth and throat with his release. As you swallowed around him, small droplets of cum escaped from the corners of your mouth, only to be caught on heeseungs finger and shoved back into your mouth.

You were diligently cleaning heeseungs fingers when you heard the softest moan from across the room. While you had been preoccupied with jay and jake, you had almost forgotten about sunghoon, quietly palming himself as he watched the scene infront of him. His head was thrown back as he whined, the sight of you being used by the others clearly effecting him.

Your mouth popped as heeseung pulled his fingers from you, motioning to Sunghoon to join in on the fun. He moved closer, apprehension still across his face. As he got within arms reach, you grabbed at the front of his shirt, pulling his face to your own as your lips crashed against his. The kiss tasted of cum, and he was addicted. With one hand holding his body close to your own, your other hand reached between your bodies. He moaned into your mouth as you began jerking him, lining him up to your entrance as heeseung whispered in your ear.

‘That’s it princess. Take him.’

As Sunghoon pushed into you, you gasped out, breathless from the overstimulation. He moved slow at first, your sensitive walls clenching tight around him.

You felt heeseung move from behind you, and within a second he was at sunghoons side, grabbing his hair to pull his head back.

‘Go faster, or lose your chance to cum’ heeseung commanded, and Sunghoon listened, immediately quickening his pace as you cried out in pleasure. A string of curses fell from your mouth as you pulled his body impossibly closer, fingers gripping tight to the fabric of his shirt.

‘Gonna cum fuck gonna cum.’ Your cries were broken up by moans, looking to heeseung for permission to cum. He nodded his head, and that was all you needed before you fell apart around Sunghoon. He slowed his pace as you worked through your high, increasing once again when heeseungs hands thread through his hair as a warning.

Your legs were shaking, overstimulation coursing through your body as Sunghoon chased his own release. He began to lose his rhythm as he got closer, on the edge before heeseung tugged his hair hard.

‘Don’t fucking cum in her.’ He said through gritted teeth.

His hips stuttered as he pulled out, covering your dress in his release, the white stickiness mixing with jakes cum as you caught your breath. Focused on the mess they had both made, you could feel heeseungs eyes on you.

‘Do you like that princess? Like seeing how messy they make you?’ He asked, his soft tone barely disguising the mockery behind his words. ‘My pretty little cumslut.’

He pulled your face to look at his as he spoke, seeing how fucked out you looked went straight to his dick, and before you could answer him, he was palming himself, lining himself at your entrance as he kissed along your neck. His lips were soft against the harsh marks he had made earlier, and he bottomed out within seconds as you clenched around him.

‘Hee- it’s too much’ you gasped at him, sensitive after the others had already used you.

‘It’s ok baby. You can take it. My pretty little slut.’ He began thrusting into you, pace steady as he slowly worked his way to his release. It would have been quicker if he had pounded into you, but he knew you were way too sensitive to handle that, and decided to take it easy on you.

‘Good girl baby. Fuck you’re taking me so well.’ His praise as well as his languid pace and your oversensitivity sent you quickly careening over the edge once more, head thrown back and eyes rolling to the back of your head as he pulled you closer to him. He followed shortly behind you, filling you with his release as the others watched in awe.

You stayed in that position, held close against his chest as you both caught your breath. Heeseung lifted his head to gesture to the other guys. You couldn’t see what he was telling them to do, but when you felt heeseung pull away from you, his hold replaced by jays arms holding you upright, you knew he must’ve given them clear directions for looking after you. Jake came up with tissues, gently wiping between your legs as jay held your body close. Sunghoons hand was against your head, softly playing with your hair as he whispered praise into your ear.

You looked up to see heeseung missing, and you had no idea where he had gone. ‘Wher-where’d hee go?’ You asked quietly, looking between Sunghoon and jay for an answer.

‘He’s gone to get the car ready for you, don’t worry darling’ jake finally answered, finishing cleaning your thighs as he spoke.

With your body relatively cleaned up, and feeling more able to stand, you made your way to the lift, Sunghoon and jay flanking either side of you. You leant against them as jake walked ahead, calling the lift and checking it was empty before you all made your way down.

Once at the ground floor, heeseung was waiting by the opened elevator doors to take you from jay and Sunghoon, the car parked right in front of the door. Lifting you in, he closed the door, speaking quietly to the boys before setting himself in the car himself.

The drive home was quiet as you drifted to sleep. Your body was tired, and you felt the car stop and heeseungs arms scooping you from your seat to carry your body inside, yet you didn’t have the energy to open your eyes and walk.

Once he had you in the bathroom, you had awoken a bit more, helping him remove your dress and clean your body, exhaustion seeping through your body as you both tried as quickly as possible to get you sorted and comfortable in bed. Once clean and warm in fresh clothes, heeseung tucked you into bed, cuddling into your side once he had ordered you both food.

You spent the rest of your night cuddled up like that, untangling your limbs for only a short while once the food arrived. With full bellies and warm cuddles, you quickly drifted off to sleep, but not before you heard heeseung whisper softly to you.

‘You’re all mine princess. I love you. Always.’

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[fizzarollitm]

.thinking about a proper loose fizzy timeline now that I've played him more and developed him Note: This is like 50% character study and build for me to better understand Fizz and how I want to interpret him. Everything is adaptable for the sake of threads or hc's!

tw; stalking

1-3: Born in Greed, he has very little memories of his bio-parents. Thinks they were low level in some mob but hard to know for sure. Never reached out (and likely don't even know/recognize Fizzy is their child once he gets famous) in his life.

3: A circus worker found him abandoned by the popcorn stand. While at first people thought it was a case of some couple losing their kid (not the first time nor the last) as announcements became more "Come get your fucking child", it got obvious no one was going to claim him. Cash saw money signs in adding another child (sweet, sweet unpaid labor) to the roster, and that was that. Cash got the name Fizzy from a random clown prop/sign (I just love the idea Fizzarolli is like HHverse of naming your kid Krusty)

5: First glimpse of Mammon; it was one of those blink and you miss it life altering moments: An ad on a TV in a shop window, a millisecond of Mammon performing at some mall before getting shoved out by security, him passing by on a float of money. He saw him and his whole brain flared to life and he saw his future ahead of him. He will be the greatest clown ever!

General childhood notes; Grew up in step with Barbie and Blitz following everything they ever do. He did any stunt they did because they didn't seem scared so why should he. He loved performing for them and making them laugh and that love spilled over into Clowning very easily. If you had asked him what his dream was at this age it was the three of them forming a traveling trio and TAKING OVER THE WORLD

13-15: Light teen fuckery like shoplifting makeup they can't afford and fabric to make costumes. He gets handy with a sewing machine and makes everything for the three of them usually basing it off of whatever Clown Fashion magazine he swiped. He also starts to experiment with his gender around here and comes out as nonbinary in his early teens!

15; Seeing Mammon was the greatest night of life. He still thinks about it as an adult and the whole night gets swept up in this haze that destroys every blemish, in his mind it was the perfect show. Blitz's (right) negative comments bleeding the jealousy filter that comes later. He will be Mammon's protege even if it means leaving the Circus. This was also when the "light" stalking he experienced hit a new high and when Blitzo became his unofficial bodyguard. Cash told him to ignore it and " Take it as a good sign of how popular you are!"

16th [Explosion]: This will be a full hc post by itself one day but tldr he spent most of the after unconscious. Later, he got told the "hero" Cash pulled him from the wreckage before the remains of the tent finished what the fire didn't. He is shocked and hurt made worse by Cash's claims it was Blitz who did it, years of jealousy turning unfortunately deadly. Barbie is in not much better shape and they are alone in the wreckage wracked with betrayal, pain, and medical debt.

16-21: Recovery time. He got fitted with prosthetics and started physical therapy pretty quickly. He focused on his goals and put his head down while also learning ASL for when 1) His voice is too weak to speak from smoke damage 2) Hearing loss in his right ear. Soon he was able to rejoin the Circus (Albeit in a much more stripped down form) and eventually after Barbie's use made her unable to perform, took on most of the performance rolls. He mostly stayed out of guilt with Cash being his "savior".

21: Things hit a boiling point. After Barbie left it was a lot on him as the face of the Circus and he started making demands as such. Cash pushed back again and again until finally he snapped and ended their professional relationship. Out of impulse, he left the Circus for Mammon's stage entering the competition in a thrown together costume and a prayer. And. He. Fucking. Won. After signing on he realized the debt he had with Mammon but shrugged it off as a reality of fame. He moved into greed and took up a small apartment and lived out the year as any other winner. This includes an AI scan to create a robot for LooLooLand.

Nebulous pre-canon I have no set date for:

Mammon announced his wish to start selling robots in his likeness. He felt a little weird about it but went along with it using a more advanced AI based off the LooLoo Land model.

Asmodeus was commissioned to work on them (Fizzbot was made by Mammon hence its...quality) and him and Fizzy gradually grew closer over the project.

Sex robots come shortly after and he just keeps saying yes because its Mammon! His Idol! ...wooh. Also the echo of Crash's words about the stalking not helping much either.

As Mammon shifted focus to the Fizzy Bots, the stage became less a focus and he started working in Ozzies. Moving to Lust as his work moved out of Greed just made sense.

[faegoddessog]

Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 1/41

Chapter 1: Hey, It's only dinner

Chapter Warnings: none

Series Masterlist

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes wishes involved here. Naughty stuff begins about Chapter 4 so stay tuned!

Chapter 1: "Hey, it's only dinner"

You are sitting on the Gold Coast of Australia, sketching ideas for the remodel you are about to start. The flat is nearby and belongs to your Uncle. You look up and notice a handsome young man walking by, black hair swept up 50’s style, head down, coffee in his hand. He seems to be listening intently to his earphones. As he walks by he is mumbling in a low deep voice, almost like he is repeating whatever he is listening to. As he passes by you hear “I don’t think I’m doing anything wrong. Wrong. Wrroooong.” He sounds a bit like Elvis. You watch as he walks away, appreciating his finely shaped ass.

Later that week, you are overloaded with construction supplies in a ’one trip or bust’ moment trying to get into the elevator. As the doors open, a package starts to fall. “Whoa!” A deep sonorous voice says. Before it hits the floor it is caught by the man in the elevator. You look up into the most gorgeous blue eyes. It’s the guy from the beach.

“Would you like some help?” He says with a stunning smile.

“Thank you, that would be great," you say gratefully. You try to keep cool and suddenly wish you had thought to put on mascara, at least. But here you are, no makeup, in jean shorts, work boots and a questionable t-shirt, hair in a frizzy pony tail face to face with this handsome, dark haired, beautiful man. You get into the elevator with him. “I’m Austin by the way” His fingers touch your hands as he transfers a few items from your arms to his. “Which floor?” Handsome and kind.

You introduce yourself and tell him your floor. “Well, I don’t know what you are doing in about an hour, but if you are up for some heavier lifting, I have a few more things coming later and I could use some help.”

Ever since you started remodeling places abroad, this is the secret to your success. You make friends in the area, usually by asking for help.

“Yeah, I would be happy to help, I was just going to go get coffee, but that can wait,” he seems genuinely willing.

“I was about to make coffee, if you are good with french press, ” you offer as the elevator dings and the doors slide open.

“I wouldn’t want to put you out,” he says a bit shyly.

“Nonsense, I insist! Plus I just got some amazing smelling beans and I need to thank you for your help.” You stop at your door.

“All right, hey we are next door neighbors!” He exclaims, pointing to the next door down.

He carries his armload into the apartment behind you and as he sets things down on the table he finally notices the kind of packages he is carrying. “Looks like you are going to do a project of some kind," he says.

As you make coffee, you explain how this is your uncle's second home and he hired you to remodel it.

“It’s kind of a thing I’ve been doing for the past few years. I have a goal to live on every continent."

“Really? How many have you made it to so far?” he inquires.

“Let’s see, US is home, Hong Kong, Bueno Aries, now here, and I did a stint for the peace corps in Ghana” you tick off your fingers, “ so  out five of seven!”

“Nice!” he says, then thinks for a second, “how do you plan on doing Antarctica?”

“Well, I am in the process of applying to research stations as a maintenance worker. Hopefully I’ll get to go in November!” you cross your fingers.

“Wow, that’s amazing, you really are committed. What made you want to do that?”

You pour him a cup as you shrug, “I was in a pretty brutal accident in my early twenties. It really made me rethink how I wanted to live life. I loved to travel and I had already started flipping houses. I have been doing second properties. It has worked out so far."

“Whoa, Do you mind me asking what happened to you?” he inquires between sips, listening intently.

“It was bicycle vs car. A drunk driver hit me and I went off the road and into a ravine. Broken bones, internal organ damage, No spine or brain injury, thankfully. I was pretty broken for most of my 23rd year.”

“Oh wow. I’m sorry that happened to you,” the kindness in his eyes kind of melts you.

“Thanks Austin. After lots of therapy both physical and mental. I’m good now,” you smile reassuringly.

“I, uh, yeah 23 was hard” he says softly, obviously touching on his own memories, “ I mean, it wasn’t anything like that, but I lost my Mom. She was my biggest supporter and my best friend. It made me rethink my life too.” He talks a bit about his mom and how supportive she was of his budding acting career and how much he misses her.

You reach out and touch his hand, “Oh Austin, I am so sorry," you just want to hug him.

“Thank you,” he says looking into his coffee mug. He takes a big breath, trying to shake off the sudden melancholy. “Actually, I think my mom had a hand in getting me the part I am working on now," he admits. He tells you all about how he is making a movie about Elvis.

“Ah, that explains the hair,” you nod and smile.

“Yeah I’m naturally blonde, just like Elvis” He says, running his fingers through his hair. He explains how singing ‘Unchained Melody' to his mom is what made the director pick him, “that and Denzel put in a good word for me,” he smiles.

“Wait, Denzel? Denzel Washington?! No!” You say unbelievingly.

“Yeah, I got to work with him in the play Iceman Cometh in New York, he is amazing.” He pulls up a selfie of himself, Denzel, and other cast members on stage.

“Oh so you are a fancy pants actor, casually throwing out ‘ me and Denzel’, not just some guy trying to be impressive,” you say teasingly.

“No, no, I’m not fancy," he laughs, “I’m just a regular guy who loves to tell stories. I love the work, the delving into a character and figuring out their humanity, what makes them tick.” He explains. “But like there is SO much information on Elvis, it’s overwhelming.”

“My mom loves Elvis. When I was little, we used to listen to his records while she was working. I was on the balcony yesterday, and I am guessing it was you that had him on. It brought back so many memories!” You remember sitting at the little table in her workroom singing to Jailhouse rock and Blue Suede Shoes.

“I’m glad my practicing was enjoyable, I’m still working on his voice.” Austin says.

“ Wait, were YOU singing?” you realize just how good it sounded.

“Yeah, And playing guitar,” he admits.

“Holy crap Austin, I thought that was a recording. Damn you are good hun!” you say, amazed. He looks down shyly.

“Thank you,” he says with a smile. Shy is really cute on him.

The conversation continues. You talk about acting and jobs and experiences. You vaguely remember there was a live action “The Shannara Chronicles” because you read the book, but you haven’t seen anything else he was in.

“That’s probably for the best, most of that stuff when I was younger was… well, I was young. But it was a place to start,” he says a little sheepishly.

The more you get to know him, the more you feel that spark of attraction. When the delivery comes, you head down together and heft boxes of supplies onto the dolly the delivery driver brought. You can’t help but notice the ease of how Austin’s body moves. The muscles that pop on his arms when he lifts. How he doesn’t shy away from hard work. You think you see him eyeing you too, but don't really catch him at it. After everything is unloaded and stacked in the corner of the living room, you turn to him and say “Austin, I would love to thank you with dinner, I’m a passable cook. Are you free tomorrow night?”

“Well, I would really like that, you are just so easy to talk to. But I do want to be transparent, I have a girlfriend back in L.A..” He informs you.

You put your hands up. “Hey, It’s just dinner with a friendly neighbor. I appreciate the honesty though. You tell me what time.” Yeah, you are a bit bummed, but you aren’t staying more than a few months here.

You agree to 8 the next day. He brings a bottle of wine and you guys talk and laugh and eat.

This starts a trend of having dinner together a couple nights a week at your place. You end up making your signature continent dishes for him. He is kind, a good listener, polite, and his deep voiced southern Elvis drawl that he floats in and out of is delightful.

You talk about everything. Growing up, losing loved ones, relationships, favorite trips, wishes, dreams, religion, god. He can’t help but bring Elvis into every conversation. You actually like learning all the things about Elvis.

Yeah, you are still quite attracted to him. Those high cheekbones and chiseled jaw, gorgeous blue eyes against the black hair make him stunningly handsome, while the freckles on his left cheek give him just enough of an approachable boyish quality.

As you get to know him, you find he is warm, kind, honest, real and present, these qualities are what make him truly attractive to you. You try hard not to flirt outwardly, just be a friend. You don’t dress up for him or hug/touch him unnecessarily . You refuse to be “the other woman.” But dammit if you don't end every dinner wishing he was available.

[feartheoldblog]

ok here goes i guess. full disclaimer ghost is the only band i have a shirt of so uh yeah i think their music is ok. also your post reminded me they have a new ep i havent listened to yet so ive been playing that all day.

the chronology is kind of split up by album so ill go by that

Opus Eponymous (good fucking metal album):

So ghost started out as a concept band of over-the-top tongue-in-cheek anonymous satan worshippers. That has since changed for a couple reasons I'll get into. Anonymity was a big thing for the first few albums, every song was credited as written by a "nameless ghoul" and they all wore masks and the frontman wore corpse paint and i think some facial prosthetics so you couldnt tell who anyone was. Of course some people had guesses (and they turned out to be right lmao). The frontman was called Papa Emeritus and he wore like evil satan antipope clothes and shit. There's also this whole "Clergy" thing which is like the satanic church ghost represents - they're also a band in lore, and their goal is to gain converts by getting fans through the music.

Infestissumam (my favorite album):

Papa Emeritus 1 was an old man and one day he died. I think. Or he retired or something. So to release the new album, we got Papa Emeritus 2, who was Papa 1's younger brother (still like in his 40s or 50s or so). It was still obviously the same guy behind the makeup but who cares its lore baby. I think they actually summoned satan? There's a reading of the first two albums as concepts of a group doing evil magic devil summoning and then a world where the antichrist is actually walking around doing stuff. Anyway I don't remember Papa 2 doing much.

Meliora (their best album but not my favorite. ):

Papa 2 got taken out behind the shed or something i wasnt really into the lore at this point. Being into Ghost and being into the lore is two very different things, you really gotta be paying attention to be in on the lore. Papa Emeritus 3 debuts with this album, which also marks the band's beginning of their shift towards a more poppy sound (the is Ghost metal? debate has been waged for years by the worst metal fans in the world [on both sides] and all i have to say is if you need music to fall into a definition of your preferred genre in order to like it you don't like music, you like putting things in boxes and sounding smart). Papa 3 was the youngest brother, and he was big into the limelight and rockstar image in a way his more serious older brothers were not. This was also a height of their popularity anecdotally (i swear i heard square hammer on the radio once). Papa 3 was a slut, he was absolutely the one to fuck with socks on. Which is funny, cause I had never heard that bit about him fucking with socks on but I do know a guy in real life who fucked with socks on. Crazy.

Prequelle (came out right before covid lmao their weakest album though imo):

Papa 3 was abducted by goons right at the end of their big tour. oh no what happened? They started putting out "Message from the Clergy" videos on their youtube (might still be there) which introduced our boy Cardinal Copia (not a member of the family) who was a mousy little clergyman, and Papa 0 who was like the head of the church (and a few nuns i forget their names). Also in one of those videos all 3 former Papas were killed (they were alive? huh). Prequelle is also where the lawsuit happened which, uh, was a big fucking mess to put it lightly. Band members of the previous three albums were arguing with the frontman about pay (which was an issue cause like i said before, all the songs were credited to an anonymous ghoul), and like limb bizkit says its all about the he said she said bullshit. anyway they had to break the anonymity to go to court, so people learned that the frontman was actually Tobias Forge (formerly of Subvision). This was the prevailing theory by the way not the hugest surprise. I'm not going to get into details of the trial (cause i forget really) but im sure you can find it on the fuckin sweden legal database or whatever. Anyway, the band did kind of break up over this - some of the original longtime members left and Forge continued with the name Ghost and a rotating group of musicians.

Impera (impera is good but when i listened to it i was also having kind of a major depressive episode so that may have affected my opinion):

This is where I largely fell out of the Ghost lore loop. I hear Copia got promoted to Papa 4 which is good for him, nice kid. He's in like his 40s too i think.

They're kinda like the Four Kings cause a new one comes in when the old one dies and if you don't do enough damage there's actually 5 of them. and their music sucks

THE FOUR KINGS REF 😭😭😭

ghost WISH they could have a cultural impact as profound as dark souls 1’s four kings battle and boss theme

thank you for the proper run down i was fighting for my life trying to piece everything together from the shreds i could find (i refuse to watch a 40 minute youtube video sorry i’m stubborn). it literally reminded me of when i first played bb and was like ‘what the fuck happened’, went researching and ended up even more confused.

also you’re so real for your comment on forcing music into really specific categories. why can’t people just enjoy something without arguing over stupid shit like that………… rock? metal? nah, they’re just cringe. embrace it and be free.

question to leave bc i’m a souls bro

who would win in a fight: copia or patches dark soul?????

discuss

[iheartsunset]

is it ok if i ask more abt Kohaku Nyoka and Terrence? think they have interesting designs

Of course! I always love talking about my OCs. These three might just be my favorite trio out of all of them. The three refer to themselves as “The Fashionistas,” but most of the student body has taken to calling them “The Outcasts.”

Kohaku Masuda: 🐸 💖😊

-A 17 year old 2nd year at Sakura Bay High School who lives with her aunt Joelle and aunt Sibyl. She is part of a set of triplet, with her siblings, Kei and Kanna, attending the faraway Croquembouche Preparatory Academy on academic and sports scholarships.

-Kohaku is energetic and tends to hyperfixate on various movies, shows, books, and video games. While others at school find her cringey and loud, Kohaku’s TikTok, ribbit_in_ribbons, has tens of thousands of followers for her art and cosplays. She always plans elaborate group hangouts and often has to-do lists for their parties and sleepovers. Still, her favorite thing to do is sleep, and she can often be found sleeping on someone’s lap, her friends’ shoulders, or a completely random and weird place.

-She had a great relationship with her siblings, but her average grades and poor physical ability makes her feel inferior to them. Her aunts always encourage her to find her own path, but Kohaku can’t help but wish that she could be with them at their fancy school. She likes to imagine Nyoka and Terrence as her siblings because of this. When the other two come back for the holidays, Kohaku is always in the highest spirits.

-Kohaku is so unintentionally funny. Her humor and comedic timing is immaculate and her jokes are clever. This has earned her the class clown superlative.

Nyoka Inaba: 🍬🏄🏼‍♀️🍡

-A 16 year old 2nd year at Sakura Bay High School. She lives with her parents, Jabali and Umeko; her grandparents, Lucille and Faraji; and her half brother, Mwenye (another OC of mine).

-Whip smart and precocious, Nyoka has had many offers to attend Croquembouche Preparatory Academy on full academic scholarship or to skip grades altogether. She could easily be top of the class if she put any effort into actually attending school, but everyone constantly underestimating her only drives her further away from schoolwork. When Nyoka does attend school, she talks back to teachers, disregards the rubrics, and breaks every class rule. She has found a bit of a following online and in school because of her interest in gyaru fashion and dance.

-Nyoka often ditches class to go to 50’s style diners, parties, photo shoots, the mall, and movies. While it annoys her friends that she’s never at school, she does always come back at lunch to bring them food from the diner or party favors she stole. Mwenye is well aware of her skipping and doesn’t care if it results in her failing school, but he only calls her out on it to looks better in front of others.

-Nyoka is indifferent to Mwenye and once respected him, but he’s threatened by her because she’s much smarter and more likable than him. This leads to him constantly snitching on her, demeaning her, and undermining her achievements. Nyoka does love her parents, but they do absolutely nothing to defend her against Mwenye’s insults and threats both at school and at home. Her grandparents are always on her side and do call Mwenye out on his behavior, at least. Because of this hostile home environment, Nyoka spends 99% of her time out of the house or with her friends.

-Her collection of makeup, purses, and clothes are S tier. Like any Pinterest and TikTok post about y2k and Gyaru fashion is yielded within her closet. Adriana went inside once and fainted in shock. She lets Kohaku borrow her things all the time, but the last time, Kohaku broke her ankle from a set of 6 inch leopard print heels.

Terrence Jiang: 🍘🍁🥮

-A 17 year old 2nd year at Sakura Bay High School who lives under the care of his elderly grandfather, Muchen, while his father, Grant, is perpetually out of town on some strange expenditure.

-Terrence has the tendency to always get inside his own head and immediately jumps to the worst case scenario, causing his face to be in a perpetual state of gloom. He’s paranoid and always on high alert, but he always seems to let his guard down in the worst situations. The only people who can calm him down are his grandpa and his friends, along with any fluffy animals.

-Terrence is the manager for the lacrosse team and actually gets along with all the boys there. He vibes with Luo and Atom, but he ends up chasing Yumeno around the field with a hose most of the time.

-Terrence resents his father for always leaving him to take care of the house and his grandpa. His father’s self destructive habits and immaturity mean that Terrence always has to look after him when he IS home. His grandpa appreciates Terrence’s care and loves to tell him dark fairytales and scary stories.

-He reminds me of Malleus from TWST for some reason. Maybe it’s the whole gothic vibe and all that.

-Nyoka and Kohaku act as his wingwomen because he has a huge crush on Eve. Their methods include a mistletoe and a plate of cookies with milk, but all attempts to set them up have ended in something on fire. They like to tease him when he tries to awkwardly ask Eve out. Eventually, they do get together on Christmas Eve after breaking into the same house to deliver presents. That house was Jojo the Food Critic’s, and Prudence also broke in to do the same thing. They all spent Christmas Day in lockup.

As “The Fashionistas/The Outcasts:”

-They met in elementary school, but they didn’t really become friends until middle school. Basically the teachers would be like “get into groups,” and they’d be the only people left over and had to form a group. They’d always get picked last for stuff and were liners in their own right. Eventually, they just started partnering up for everything, and that blossomed into a friendship.

-They protect each other from angry teachers, terrible families, and bullies. They all like to insult Mwenye when he’s being mean to Nyoka while they also drew a crude mustache on all pictures of Terrence’s dad. If you bully any of them, prepare to find yourself bombarded with pranks, dragged to filth in the group chat, and exposed online for all of your misdeeds.

-“Three tickets to the Barbie movie, please.”

-They all celebrate differently during the holidays (Kohaku celebrates Hanukkah, Nyoka celebrates Kwanza, and Terrence celebrates Christmas), so they throw a huge holiday party for them, Kohaku’s family, and Terrence’s grandpa.

-Terrence has made friends with Luo and Lakira, Nyoka is the muse of the Powerpuff trio (Adriana, Lakira, and Icy) and Atom’s study buddy, and Kohaku posts cosplay duets with Nelly.

-All in all, they are just a bunch of idiots in a found family trope and I would lay down my life for them.

[darklovecat]

My February Favorites!

Missha A'Pieu Juicy-Pang Color Lip Balm (RD02)

My lips are rather small and it does not help that I am anemic, so I rely on a lot of lip liners and lip balms to bring some color to my lips to make them look fuller and more beautiful. When I do my makeup, I always apply some color on my lips and cheeks to make me look more alive and energetic. This is the perfect tinted lip balm because it is very lightweight and provides your lips with enough moisture and hydration. The color is not too strong and it gives you that 'my lips but better' look, and makes them look super hydrated and well-circulated, I use it whenever I do my lazy girl makeup.

Missha Wanna Some Candy Tint Balm (Good Morning Apple)

This tint balm by Missha is heavily pigmented and you only really need a little product to apply on your lips. I like to put some on my finger and dab it on my lips after lining my lips and finishing it off with my Too Faced Lip Injection Hydrating & Plumping Lip Gloss. I also have the habit of applying excess lip products on my cheeks and in this case it works very well because this product is very long lasting. I am very happy with the recent purchases I have made from Missha and have already put in a few more orders. I can't wait to try out more of their products to see how they look on me.

The Body Shop Dark Cherry 018

This is the lip tint Emma Watson uses every day, I have to say that it has a very strong color and I prefer a natural look so I only need the tiniest bit to apply to my lips and cheeks. I own it in both pink hibiscus and dark cherry but the red one gives you that just bitten look that I love, it looks like your lips were freshly exfoliated and it makes your lips look nice and kissable. I think that a red lip color applied with a light hand looks a lot more harmonious and natural than a pink one on me so I use this one more often. I know this bottle will last me an eternity by how little I use with each application.

Yves Rocher Crayon Kohl Pencil (03 Brun)

I use this Kohl pencil to line my upper lid and to to draw a downward curve at the outer edge of my eye. I have very big eyes and I look more beautiful when I emphasize my upper lid because it gives my eyes a more intense look and it makes my lashline look a lot fuller than it is. My eyes are slightly downturned and I like to emphasize it by lining them to get these cute innocent Bambi eyes. Black tends to look a bit too harsh on my face, and I prefer a more natural look for my daily looks so I use a dark brown Kohl pencil and I make sure everything looks very subtle and natural by blending it out a little as needed.

Lancôme Hypnôse Volume-à-porter Mascara

I have extremely long lashes thanks to applying Latisse on my lashline every night for the past 2 years and usually a lash lift is more than enough but I can not always get those so using a heated eyelash curler and applying black mascara it is. My lashes grow downward so unless I don’t go in with a heated eyelash curler and apply some pressure, it looks like I have no lashes, so I curl my lashes and then apply this mascara, middle to end and then root to end with an emphasis on the middle part which I have figured suits me best. It looks nice, it does not clump and it does not smudge

Biore UV Aqua Rich Watery 50 g Sunscreen SPF 50 + / PA ++++

Oh god, I could talk about this product for hours. I have been using sunscreens everyday since I was 16 years old and found out that it’s the fountain of youth. This is hands down the best sunscreen I have used in my entire life. It makes every sunscreen under the sun look like a joke! No white cast, no oiliness, no pilling, no irritation, I do not look like a corpse, it has a high PA++++ rating and provides good protection, I am simply in love. Unfortunately nothing good comes that easy and I did have to purchase it from a seller (not original source) because it is impossible to find in my region but I’m planning on stocking these once I can get my hands on this amazing sunscreen and I definitely recommend it to everyone who is on the lookout for a good sunscreen.

MISSHA - Safe Block RX Cover Tone Up Sun

I thought I’d never touch a tinted sunscreen ever again after owning and being gifted multiple tinted sunscreens by La Roche Posay that made me look like Donald Trump. I hate La Roche Posay and I hate the fact that my country sells it at every pharmacy like it’s a holy grail when it’s not. Anyways, this sunscreen is perfect for me and it works for me and I love it, I have light skin and it makes my skin look perfect and evens out my skin tone, it provides medium coverage and as long as I take care of my skin there’s no need for me to use a concealer or foundation either. The one thing I will say is that it is my skin tends to dry out during the day so I apply a generous amount of primer before I apply this product.

Dove Original Anti-Perspirant Spray Deodorant

I borrowed this deodorant from my sister and really liked it, I did not really have the intention of buying one for myself but I was in line at our local drugstore and it was right in front of me on sale so I just bought it on a whim. It is still cold where I live so I am not supposed to sweat but I do because I wear thermal gear every single day and a thick coat on top of that so I have to rely on a good anti-perspirant to make sure I smell fresh on the daily. There's not much to say about Dove, it is a classic and it works. One spray under each arm and I am good to go and will not have to worry about any unpleasant smells for the rest of the day. I also use the Matcha green tea handcream from Dove for the softest hands and it smell amazing.

[autistic-fandom-trash]

Incorrect quotes: Pogtopia edition

Wilbur: You love me, right, Tommy?

Tommy: Normally, I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it.

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Wilbur: -And I turned out fine!

Tommy: Wilbur, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast.

Wilbur: I didn't put the bread in! You didn't put the bread in!

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Wilbur: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Tommy: You're like 25 years old.

Wilbur: I'll probably be dead by 50!

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Tommy: Stop buying plastic skeletons for halloween! It's terrible for the environment!

Wilbur: Yeah! Locally sourced, all-natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!

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Wilbur: Does letting someone win at chess count as bottoming?

Tommy: Does anyone on this godforsaken server ever think before they speak?

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Wilbur: I trust Tommy.

Techno: Do you think he knows what he's doing?

Wilbur: I wouldn't go that far.

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Wilbur: You have to apologise to techno.

Tommy: Fine.

Tommy, to Techno: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

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Wilbur: What's a word that's a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Techno: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Tommy: Smad.

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Wilbur: I can't believe you live nearby, and you won't let anyone crash at your place.

Techno: You people already know too much about me.

Tommy: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won't let any of us crash at your place.

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Wilbur: We need to get through this locked door. Tommy, give me your credit card.

Tommy: Here.

Wilbur, pocketing it: Thanks. Techno, kick the door down.

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Wilbur: Self-care is actually getting into fights with randoms in allys.

Tommy: No, self-care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap!

Techno: Self-care is the burning heat when rage washes over you! Self-care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists! Self-care is the fear in your enemies' eyes!

Tubbo: Lmao self-care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting.

Wilbur: If you touch my birthday cake I'll make you eat your hands.

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Tubbo, banging on the door: Wilbur! Open up!

Wilbur: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Techno: No, he meant-

Tommy: Let him finish.

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Wilbur, setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Tommy, pulling out an Uno card: Draw 4!

Techno, pulling out a pokemon card: Jolteon, I choose you.

Tubbo, trembling: What game are we playing?

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Tommy: How did none of you hear what I said?

Techno: I've been zoned out for the past hour and a half.

Tubbo: I got distracted about halfway through.

Wilbur: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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Tommy: *Screams*

Wilbur: *Screams louder*

Tubbo: Should we do something?

Techno: No, i want to see who wins.

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*Reactions to being told 'I love you'*

Tommy: Thanks fam!

Tubbo: Oh no.

Niki, crying: I love you too.

Wilbur: Sounds fake but okay.

Quackity: *Is flustered*

Techno: Can I get a refund?

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Techno: dumbest scar stories, go!

Tubbo: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.

Niki: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.

Tommy: I have a piece of graphite in my leg form accidentally stabbing myself with pencil in the first grade.

Quackity: I was drinking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn.

Wilbur: I have emotional scars.

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Niki: Croissant? Dropped.

Techno: Road? Works ahead.

Quackity: BBQ sauce? On my titties.

Tubbo: Shavacado? Fre.

Tommy: Miss Keisha? Fuckin dead.

Wilbur: I don't understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

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Tommy: Techno... How do I begin to explain Techno?

Wilbur: Techno is flawless.

Niki: I hear his hair's insured for $10,000.

Quackity: I hear he does car commercials in Japan.

Tubbo: One time he punched me in the face. It was awesome.

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Techno: We need to distract these guys.

Wilbur: Leave it to me.

Wilbur: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Quackity, Tommy, and Tubbo: *Immediately begin arguing*

Niki, watching in horror: I don't like this. I don't like this at all.

[vomitpukey]

Henry would affectionately comb through Jack's nonexistent hair and whisper sweet words to him, saying how handsome he looks with his several pounds of makeup on, and Jack would get flustered and giggle. He'd put Jack's hands in his and let go only to trace around the springlock scars on his arm, saying how he's still surprised Jack doesn't see the beauty in them, how absolutely gorgeous they are simply because they're on *his* body. Henry, of course, loves every single inch of his husband's body, scars and all. Jack starts wearing shirts with shorter sleeves and isn't as afraid to let the world see his skin because of this.

Eventually, the two head off to their bedroom.

"Did you think they'd look this pretty when you were laughing over my body?"

Jack asks, rolling over towards Henry's side of the bed. A moment of silence happens, tension starting to fill the air.

"I had no intentions of pursuing you romantically back then, Jack."

The scene stops, Henry clearly shocked.

"Answer the question."

The doctor sighs, putting a hand to his head and avoiding eye contact.

"I never considered it once. This-"

He motions to the both of them, to the bedroom they're in. The mockery of their house begins to melt around them.

"-was never supposed to happen. You... My plan was for you to have died 50 years ago, Jack. I never thought you'd stay, that you would live on, that you would love me, that I would ever experience love again."

Jacks own face begins to melt. Henry realizes this isn't real. This can't be real.

Black tears fall from his face.

"I never thought that you'd forgive me."

Henry bolts upright with a gasp, the doctor sweating as he looks beside him, his husband sleeping soundly next to him.

He doesn't realize he's been crying until Jack wakes up, the other just hugging him.

"I'm so, so sorry."

[tinylintball]

late night thoughts | pt 6 : cousins 11-26-23

it's 11:10

i'm starting to hate my cousins. i've talked to them before. i love them. they're the people i'm closest to outside of my immediate family. but they're starting to get on my nerves.

the oldest one is one year older than me. she has a job. she has a favorite sibling and fights her younger sister because of it. she basically abuses her youngest sister and no one bats an eye. she is so violent and i hate it. she uses everyone and has to get her way. she doesn't participate with the rest of the family. she thinks she's too cool for us. she kicked me off my bed and sleeps on it whenever they come over. it wasn't until i got a bigger bed until i got to sleep on it too. she watches videos out loud no matter if its tiktok, youtube, or whatever show she's watching whether it's on her phone or computer. she doesn't care about other people. she stays in my room most of the time when she's here. she says bad words a lot and uses violence as a first resort. she's using her older sister privileges for her own benefit. i am also the oldest sibling but i don't use violence. i hate it. i poke her once and she makes it her mission to make me hurt more.

my other cousin is her favorite sibling. she's just annoying. she's a sheep. she wants what every popular person has. she bought a folder cuz she saw a lot of people with it. she bought those expensive sandals for 500$. she's loud but also doesn't listen. she also watches tiktok out loud. why does no one think about other people? she also makes fun of her younger sister.

the youngest cousin is super immature. she doesn't act her age. i don't really have any other complaints about her. she needs to fight back. she can't keep getting this abuse.

the reason i'm bringing this up is because we're doing a secret santa thing and everyone (especially the 2 oldest sisters and their brother and mine) put something expensive but me. i got the oldest sister and the limit is 50$ and i was expecting to go a little over cuz i'm nice but everything she put on her wishlist is either a little under 50$ or starting at 60-120$. i don't have that kind of money. i don't know what she's thinking. i don't even know what to get her. i don't even like what she put on her list. she only has makeup, expensive jewelry, bed stuff, and (ugly) shoes.

i've been holding in my emotions for over 2 weeks while my scars heal but the last straw happened today. i'm gonna cut. no one can stop me.

it's 11:26

[sir-klauz]

My style timeline has gone liek: barbie

Princess 24/7 even to the beach (involuntarily, so I ran into the sea eventually so I didn’t have to wear a dumb expensive dress to the beach again), fairyologist whatever aesthetic that is, pirate for 2 years (refused to remove velvet pirate coat and boots to remain a “true pirate”, disgusting child, hair braids in hair that with hair flicks took a man out bc my hair was liek a metre long so so was the hair braids), emo, emo, scene, Marilyn Manson for some reason (regrets now 👀 iykyk), Gerard Way various times and versions, various anime boys and girls, Frank Iero Instagram personality or whatever getting 25k fit looking like Frank iero and screaming about politics, and cancelled by 13 yr olds for looking like Frank Iero an writing cocain3 as my name for a joke who now do drugs all the time chronically, Emilie Autumn, clown, Marilyn Manson, Joker, Harley Quinn, Peace band member, Kurt Cobain sometimes, Marilyn Manson 5 versions, Sweeney Todd, scene emo biker with no bike, Frank n Furter, general Drag Queen n screamed at first being a trans guy doing it until Gottmik arrived, pink Cheshire Cat human idfk, Idk probably 50 different cosplays I changed every day man, why am I even making this list I’ve done every look there is, fking Pierrot the Clown, witchy, half naked running around, fairy king, antlers, merperson, prince of france, chevalier, victor yuri on ice, rainbow aesthetic, there’s too much I’m dead how did I do all that. Now I’m like… wow makeup once a year. Wow effort to put hoodie on.