#and give your reasoning too perchance

[wizardofwhimsy]

Hello. Discuss.

This came to me in a dream

[bobur-the-berry-guy]

HEKLO I LOVE YOUR PHANTOM BUSTERS HCS THEY'RE SO SILLY AND CUTE

Do you think I can ask for Hcs of the PB boys + Ichimiya about hickyes.. Perchance.. Like reader giving them to them and them giving them to us.. THANKYOU

Phantom busters makeout and such hcs!

•Oh anon, LET ME TELL YOU ABT THE AMOUNT OF FREAKY REQUESTS?? I DIDN'T EXPECT THESE, AT ALL??? keep em coming tho, live laugh love phantom busters

••also writer's block caused by horde of exams and life decisions are fucking me in the ass with a figurative bad dragon didlo rn means you guys won't be getting scheduled posts for a bit💔

•••PRAY FOR ME TO PASS THE EXAMS W AN ACTUALLY GOOD GRADE YALL IM SWEATING

ft. Mogari, Eugene, Kaoru, Tamon, Ichimiya

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ᯓ★୭˚ Mogari

⋆｡𖦹° Making out with him is.. an experience. I mean, you're literally his only experience to begin with. He goes in a bit too fast sometimes but he's just so enthusiastic about it. He makes out with you like there's a spirit he needs to eat and it's hiding somewhere in your lungs. He goes in with a few small pecks and smooches at first and suddenly dives in for the real deal. You'll be feeling his tongue in your mouth like he's trying to memorise exactly how it feel, and if you let him kiss your jaw and lower you'll probably be feeling his tongue on your neck too.

This man BITES. I think that was already obvious but yk i had to start off with that. He's ruthless and he just doesn't fucking get exactly why you're so embarrassed about all the bites and the hickeys he's leaving on you. He loves you, right? Then why are you acting like people seeing that is the most shameful thing to ever happen to you? Even then, i don't think he really bites that hard. He leaves a mark but he makes it in a way that he knows doesn't genuinely hurt you. It just stings a bit, but that's ok. If you decide to bite him back he's all for it. He doesn't feel shame about ut either - he won't go around showing the bites n hickeys to everyone but he won't try to hide them.. at all.

⋆｡𖦹° School is over for the day, but for some reason you're still in school.

For the past.. however long, you've been making out with Mogari in the club room.

It started with a few pecks in the morning, a teasing word here and there, pulling each other into an empty hallway for a bit more than pecks. And in the end, here you are.

Sat on top of the table with Mogari kissing you like he's trying to taste what's the last dessert you ate.

He moves a bit, angling his head to kiss the corner of your mouth, down your face to your neck, peppering you with feverish kisses until you're brought back from the haze and you feel his teeth on you.

Looking back at him, he's staring at the bite he left around a hickey he'd just made proudly, like he painted the next Mona Lisa.

His eyes shoot up to look at you, and he smiles so smug you can feel the mischief dripping from his smirk.

"Think i can give ya a few more?"

ᯓ★୭˚ Eugene

⋆｡𖦹° You won't even realize you're making out with him until you feel your breath escaping you like it's trying to become his breath instead. He escalates it slowly, he's so gentle and careful and when you give him a sign you're comfortable with the pace he's upping it up a bit by bit until you pull away and it feels like the world is running circles around you and he's the only other thing in the center of that carousel.

As for hickeys and bites - he actually really enjoys leaving them on you. The flustered face it leaves on you. And he's slick with it. You'd think the fact that he's a nerd and acts so prim and proper would mean he's actually like that. Yea, no. To his credit, he does make sure to leave them in places that aren't obvious. It's just that they aren't exactly well-hidden either. If you open up your shirt a bit more or someone in the changing room catches you without it you're done for. He'd be more apprehensive about you leaving any marks on him given he has to keep up with the whole perfect student thing, but that doesn't mean you can't catch him in a moment of weakness. He's just gonna have to be extra careful to not let someone else see the little gift you've left on him. In the end, he actually likes seeing you've left a mark on him too.

⋆｡𖦹° Today you've got a learning session with Eugene over at his house.

He's got it all prepared - the books, the notes, the study plan, the schedule on when to take breaks and what lessons to go over. That was the plan anyway.

And honestly? The plan be damned.

Instead of going over the last math lesson right now you're sat, almost laying on Eugene's bed with him hovering over you, kissing you like he's trying to steal your breath.

One of his hands holds his weight to keep him from falling flat on top of you while the other hold you gently by the small of your back, keeping you from moving too far away from him to his liking.

He pulls away for a second to look at you and he stares like he's having the time of his life just having you looking so flustered in front of him, but you've got quite the view yourself.

He's staring at you, his messy hair out of it's usual hairstyle, cheeks flushed a pretty pink and breathing heavily. There's a glint in his eye that tells you you're in for a ride.

And right then he dips his head to leave a few pecks along the side of your face down the side of your jaw before he stops to suck down low behind your ear.

He parts his mouth from your neck with a wet sound before he dips back down to keep going, and you feel the smirk on his mouth when he talks.

"We can take longer break now, yeah?"

ᯓ★୭˚ Kaoru

⋆｡𖦹° God, he's SO nervous about it. He's never been with anyone, nobody else has ever really wanted him around quite like that, and suddenly you kiss him and he forgets which planet he's on. He feels his blood rushing to his head and his face going red and his heart feels like its gonna explode but he likes it. And he wants you to keep kissing him until he faints. Which will happen if you don't give him time to get used to the whole kissing and making out part of the relationship. Take it slow and easy, not only for his sake but yours too. I feel like having him all blushing and disheveled and looking at you all dazed and loving would give you heart attack.

Honestly, he's painfully shy when it comes to hickeys and bites. You'd probably have to hype him up a bit or straight up tell him to not be scared to leave some marks because otherwise he'd take his sweet time to grow the balls to do it. He just doesn't wanna unintentionally hurt you, you know? That being said, he'd combust on the spot the second he feels you either biting or sucking on his neck. He's frozen on the spot and he has no intention of moving at all. He's all yours.

⋆｡𖦹° It's a lazy hot afternoon. The type that you hear the crickets and cicadas making a symphony outside and wish you lived in an iceberg. It's the perfect time to stay home if you don't have any urgent business to go out and about. That's exactly the reason you and Kaoru ditched coming to the phantom busters club hangout 15 minutes ago, with the promise you'd arrive later.

That, and the fact you've been making out for the past half-hour.

You didn't even make it to his room - you were cuddling, kissed each other a few sweet kisses on the couch and just.. stayed there. Thankfully his sister isn't home, and isn't supposed to be for a while.

Still on top if him, you lift yourself a bit up so you can keep kissing comfortably. You kiss him in the lips a few more times before moving to the side of his mouth and then littering smooches all over his face, gradually moving up his temples then down to his jaw.

And he looks so cute like that - all red and flustered, breathing a bit heavy and averting his eyes to look at the floor shyly. It's just so adorable you can't help yourself.

And you bite down on the side of his neck.

He gasps a bit when he feels you sucking lightly at the place you bit, but doesn't try to move you away when he feels you repeat that.

When you back up to see the work you've done, he's already looking at you.

"Wait- hold on, move a bit. I wanna leave some on you too."

ᯓ★୭˚ Tamon

⋆｡𖦹° The things I'd to to make out with him.. anyway. He'd be so nervous in the beginning - clumsy, flustered, face as red as a lobster and his ears are practically steaming from just a few prolonged kisses. He needs to get a bit more used to it, but when he finally gets comfortable with making out you'd think it's his goal to make your world spin. He's keeping the first few kisses sweet and gentle and he's gradually deepening them until you feel like you'd melt on his lips if he doesn't break the kiss himself. Even then, when he pulls away you'll feel him practically panting a few centimeters away from you, waiting for you to let him kiss you again. His face is a a soft red and his cheeks are practically glowing with how hot they are, and he's still staring at you like you're the only thing on his earth, and he just wants to keep kissing you.

When it comes to bites and hickeys, he's also nervous about these too. Just like the rest of the cast smh he hasn't had any prior experience, so he doesn't know what to do exactly. Let him get comfortable until he gets the hang of this. But when be does he's an actual menace. Not because he'd do it often, on the contrary - he does it rarely, but you can never guess just when he'd decide to do it. You're making out and smothering each other with kisses and he's dipping his head down to kiss your jaw, your neck and suddenly you feel a dull sting and would you look at that? You have a small, barely noticeable trail of a few tiny purple hickeys leading down your neck to your collarbone. Maybe a bit lower if he's feeling brave. If you decide you want to mark him up, he's all yours. The slower you go, the hazier his mind gets. You could've done barely anything and he's still so worked up over the fact you're kissing all over his collarbones and you're slightly tugging the collar of his shirt away so you can keep sucking small bruises into his skin.

⋆｡𖦹° It's been such an exhausting day of lazing around and doing basically nothing with Tamon, but the summer heat is to blame. The nightfall bring with it not only salvation from the heat but also a newfound spring of energy that you missed during the day, but that also means you need a way to spend it. And what better way than making out with Tamon?

You're on his bed, straddling him, making the room feel hotter despite the breeze coming in trough the open window.

He's leaning back a bit to give you the space to lean forward into him, one arm holding his weight and the other firmly placed on your waist as if making sure you don't disappear from his grasp.

And he looks just as good as he sounds too. Little whimpers and sighs escaping his peachy swollen lips, cheeks flushed that same warm color and his pretty brown eyes glazed over, making them appear even shinier in the dim room.

After a particularly delicious whine from him you pull back to look at him for a second before diving back in.

Slowly you tug at his supporting arm and he lies on his back slowly, making sure you don't fall on top of him and still letting you continue kissing him even as he's lying back down.

Now lying in top of him you move down easier, leaving a trail of burning kisses, each with a bit more pressure than the last.

Sucking and biting on his neck down to the collarbone, making sure the marks you leave aren't too eye-catching while still not being hidden either.

His little whimpers only egg you on as you bite on a particular spot between the junction of his neck and his collarbones, and you finally lift yourself up to look at his face again.

His breath is ragged and his face is almost steaming just from that, his wet jewel-like eyes looking right back into yours. In his perspective, you look like something akin to a mythical creature or a predator - teasingly holding onto the hem of his shirt while your other hand is placed over his heart, staring at him with pupils blown wide. Staring at him like you want to eat him.

And honestly? He'd let you do it too.

"Y'know, you can keep going.. if you want to... please."

ᯓ★୭˚ Ichimiya

⋆｡𖦹° He's such a loser, i love him. You've got a MAJOR nerd packaged in the body of an untouchable student council president. What does that mean? Zero experience. The first time you ever kissed him he almost had a heart attack internally, on the outside it pretty much looked like he was stuck somewhere between shocked at the audacity and shocked at the tenderness. Making out with him is like putting your hand in a box and taking something out without looking - you never know what to expect. Or at least most of the times. He's usually shy and meek when it comes to making out, letting you do the work and enjoy yourself kissing him until he feels feverish and lightheaded. Though sometimes he gets the courage to be the one leading you, and that results in you looking as disheveled as you make him feel when you're smothering him with kisses.

As to bites and hickeys.. he's SO nervous about them but he enjoys them even more. It's the counter-intuitive part of him that views it as a little secret break from his student council president persona. He likes leaving marks on you, but likes you leaving marks on him even more. It feels like you're claiming him as yours even when you knows he's a different person under the diligent student mask and that has him in a chokehold. So, please, do as you wish and cover him with bites and hickeys from head to toe - just make sure he can hide him under the uniform, yeah?

⋆｡𖦹° "Hold on- wait— did you hear anything?!"

Yes, you heard something. It's the students on the other side of the locked student council room door. The same door that lets you steal a moment of affection with Ichimiya. And maybe half an hour or so for some couple time.

By now he's all red and flustered, barely looking you in the eyes from just how shy he feels under your gaze. Even his forever serious face melts under the atmosphere - locked in the room just to have you alone. How scandalous!

And despite that he keeps pulling you back for another kiss. And then another, and another.

It's risky, yes - what if some really needs help? But then again, it's lunch hour. Nobody will question Ichimiya on why he chose to go over some documents now and nobody will question why you aren't sitting down to eat with your friends as usual. But then again, what's life without some risks?

Giving him a playful scoff and a "yeah, im hearing you keeping it quiet" you pull him back by the tie and kiss him again.

Now straddling him as he's sitting at the desk, your other hand moves to the back of his neck to pull him closer. Practically sucking the air out of his lungs as you keep kissing him you let your tongue brush over his lips and he pulls back with a startled whine to catch his breath.

You don't let that stop you though. Leaving kisses all over the side of his face you barely move your lips from his skin, deepening them with each passing kiss. Moving your head down to the collar of his shirt you loosen his tie and move it to make space for you to continue your trail of kisses.

Looking at him in the eyes, while you unbutton the first button of his shirt and continue to kiss him down to his collarbones, stopping short of the second button.

Leaning back to look at him again, you notice the fee hickeys you've left on the base of his neck. Thankfully for him, they'd be covered by the uniform when he fixes it up.

You look at the time and give him a short-lived passionate kiss before helping him fix the uniform and look presentable again. His usual scowl is back on his face, but even that can't hide the blush on his cheeks and the infatuated look he has when he looks at you.

".. we should do this more often."

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(⁠=⁠^⁠･⁠ｪ⁠･⁠^⁠=⁠)/ request, as always, are open!

[emmyrosee]

His foot taps anxiously against the floor of the flower shop, eyes glazing over the beautiful bouquets and vibrant colors that splash under the fluorescent lights that crackle above his head. The smell of so many flowers is getting into his head, powdery and sweet, but the nausea brewing inside of him is not budging.

He messed up. He knows that.

He also knows he relies on the bet that you’ll accept flowers every time he messes up, which while seldom, happens more than he still would like.

You deserve the utmost love and respect. And he can’t stand that sometimes, he feels like he can’t give it to you and has to hope flowers will be enough for your trust again, like a bandaid on a scraped knee.

After this, he’ll run to the bakery for a pastry, wrapped in a little box, waiting for you to enjoy it-

What is he thinking, countless gifts won’t make up for it, for all he’s done. You’ll never forgive him, each bouquet and each slice of cake when he messes up surely is only driving you away, and he cards a hand through his blonde hair as he has a small, teeny freak out in front of the display.

He looks to the old man next to him who easily picks out a bouquet of assorted flowers with a predominantly purple color story. The old man sniffs them, and smiles, before sighing happily. He turns to Atsumu with small nod, “think she’ll like ‘em?”

Atsumu tenses up before offering the old man a small chuckle, “sure is one of the prettiest bouquets in here,” he encourages, and the man hums as he looks around the boquete for any imperfections in the petals. “She’ll be lucky to have them from ya, yessir.”

The man smiles, “no, son; I’m lucky to have her.” He sighs dreamily, “there isn’t enough bouquets in the world to show her how much she means to me.”

Atsumu freezes. For some reason, unbeknownst to him, a lump forms into his throat at the man’s words. He tries to swallow it thickly, keep his emotions at bay before he wails to this strange man about all the ways he’s hurt you over the years and how always, he’s never been able to fully forgive himself despite you assuring that you do.

This argument would be no different.

Atsumu nods his head in understanding, “I think you might be in the same boat as me,” he says, wondering if this man too, is making up for a mistake he made. If this man is trying to repent, and the first way to do it is to bring her flowers, a symbol of a love he’s determined to keep blooming, keep alive, keep beautiful.

But maybe, just maybe, he’s not relying on the fact that flowers are an apology, perhaps they’re being purchased just because, just to make you smile.

Perhaps Atsumu should start doing that for you. Just something nice.

Something to look forward to.

The man chuckles once more; it’s raspy, like perchance he’s one to indulge in a cigarette when the craving arises, but it’s comforting, and for the first time in hours, Atsumu feels a little more at ease.

“At least we’re in the boat, my friend,” the man says. Atsumu swallows thickly once more, but he flashes the man a comforted smile.

“You’re right. We sure are, sir.”

The man bows at the blonde, “you take care of yourself,” he says simply, before coolly turning to make his way to the registers. Atsumu looks back at the boquetes and grabs one that reminds him of you; bright and pristine, like bubbles on a warm day, a warm blanket at night. Like the movie you can repeat by heart by now, but he’ll still watch with you like it’s the first time.

He smiles, sniffles and blinks the sting in his waterline, thrilled to be in the boat with you.

[midnightshindig]

omg hi, you're like... the only person I've seen make content for Multi Paul, and I need that man BIBLICALLY!

so I was hoping perchance could I request an x reader where he always follows through with his missions because he basically has a reason to get back home alive? reader is just constantly keeping him motivated, and when he gets back to them, he just melts and gets all pampered and loved, among other things

Reader is just overall really chill and optimistic, and Paul just gets to live in his lil bubble with them

if this is too much, I'm sorry! I'm really new to making requests anyways byeeee

Multi Paul x Reader!

mmmmokay i really like this one

the whole "come home to me" is some odysseus ass shit and I live for it

BY THE WAY- i'm in love with Epic! Odysseus. that's not relevant but wtv I love him

hcs under the cut!!

Being an assasin for The Order is MISERABLE work

Paul has to go through so much shit and violence and harassment to do his job

and it's so not worth it

there were times where he'd think "this is it, I'm so over, this is how it ends" and he'd find some peace in it

until he met you

You met casually, on one of Paul's rare grocery runs. He usually was too busy bouncing from job to job to have need for groceries, dining and dashing wherever he wanted around the globe.

but this had been a slow month and Paul needed cotton candy grapes

So, obviously, he goes to get some cotton candy grapes

and what does he find there but the prettiest person he's ever met

How... domestic?

He can't help himself, he chats you up

and he's sooooo full of himself, but so inexperienced at the same time

but, fuck it, he's cute

The transaction ends with an exchanging of phone numbers and a promise to meet later that night for drinks.

And so you do!

and then you meet up again

and again

until you've been "meeting up" twice a week for three months

you don't know that Paul has been hauling ass to make it back to your city between jobs

You don't even know Paul is an assassin for The Order.

he sure as shit isn't going to tell you

It's six months into this mess that Paul realizes he loves you

like.... loooooves you

This realization comes when a victim's bodyguard comes at his head with a sledgehammer, straight to the skull and knocking him down

He almost wavers, a familiar feeling of "oh, is this it? am I done now?" washing over him

before he remembers he's supposed to take you to dinner tomorrow night and picks his ass back up

He can't DIE, he has to go find out what kind of cologne you think smells best and get a haircut and invest in skincare for you

He can't die.... he has to take you out tomorrow

So, with a sudden rush of adrenaline, he finishes his job and sets off to make the best date of your life

He picks you up in a borrowed fancy car, calling in a favor from Machine Head, whose surprisingly on board with the whole thing

Like full "oh yeah I love love, go get laid man" type shit

give him the BMW beep beep hop In loser

But he's actually turning into quite the gentleman

"Y/n!! Hop in!" He grins at you, with a stupid, cocky veneer overlaying it all

and so you do, smiling as he leans over and opens the door for you from the inside

tonight should be perfect

"Oh, is that.... vanilla?" you asked with a smile, a familiar and comforting presence

"Your favorite scent!" he beams with smug pride, you have no idea how anal he had to be about colognes this morning, he's glad you like it

The date goes smoothly, and you're impressed with all the care Paul is obviously putting into this

"So.... Y/n.... You know how I'm just a normal dude?"

You raised an eyebrow, popping a mozzarella stick in your mouth "Is this about your powers?"

His jaw goes slack "Psshhht- wh- what? My powers?" he's losing grip on this, fast

but you gracefully dip your mozzarella stick in marinara, taking another bite "Uh, yeah, I've seen you on the news."

You chew in silence as Paul processes

"Oh- don't worry i'm not like a spy sent to kill you or anything. I don't really care that much." You eye him, narrowing them skeptically "but like.... you gonna make it official or what?"

He's thrown for a loop again

you've uncovered his secret and asked HIM out when he had plans for both scenarios

You were really something

God he loves you.

"Oh- Uhm-" he coughs into his elbow, looking back at you, his eyes darting around "Can I be your boyfriend?"

You smiled smugly, returning the cocky grin he's been giving you the last six months, and nodded "Yeah, sure"

It's a smug response, but the affection is palpable

He gets soooooo efficient at his job

now that he has you to come home to <3

[mona-risms]

perchance relationship headcanons for mira w/ a gn reader?? i don’t really have too many ideas in mind so you can do whatever feels right 😭

◆ MAIN COURSE: Mira x gn!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: N/A

◆ NOTES: This req came running in a matter of mere mins since sending out that annoucement my GOD 🥰 THANK YOU 🥰🥰🥰 I've been having their songs on loop I swear to god

I LOVE MY BABY I personally think it's a crime that when you think about it Mira and Zoey are very underdeveloped in the plot 😞 but that's not relevant rn ANYWAY

Mira is someone who holds her cards REALLY close to her chest. She's had to grow up that way—being considered the problem child meant whatever she did was scrutinised to all hell and back, so as rebellious as she was, sometimes that didn't necessarily mean feeling 'free' to express herself either. And when she does, it's blunt, cutting, usually ending up with her parents telling her to hush or soften her words to something befitting of......well........someone Not Her

That carries on to how she is with romance, unfortunately. Dating her would be, for simplicity's sake, difficult, and even getting to that point in the first place is even more so. But I swear, trust me when I say that the effort will be so incredibly worth it

Mira would tend to analyse your words a LOT. The other HUNTR/X members are one thing, she's so extremely close with them now that she's comfortable to let her guard down. But with anyone else? Even you? Oh god she is a SCEPTIC through and through; she's the type to prefer actions over words, otherwise she'll take everything you say with more than a grain of salt

And like I said, Mira would also be extremely blunt. She doesn't hold back with her words, so if she's pissed off or disappointed, she WILL make it known. I think it'd be even more so when it comes to someone she has feelings for as well, not for the sake of maliciousness but it's her own way of letting you know how she genuinely feels in the moment without mixing shit up

I think if you genuinely show her that you respect her agency and how she is, if you give her the time and space she needs, she'll slowly but surely start to open up to you and allow herself to not get her guard up all the time

"Hey."

Mira's sharp tone caught your attention, but you've learned to easily take it in stride. Where staff would've cowed slightly at the feeling of being intimidated, you simply lifted your head up and met the idol's gaze head-on. "Mira," you nodded in acknowledgement, "need something? I thought you were rehearsing."

Mira shrugged as she approached, the penthouse windows reflecting her movements for you to see, "We were, but Bobby needed to talk to Rumi about something and Zoey went to finish her rapping verse for the new song."

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped past your lips, "I'd have assumed she went to eat her heart out."

"That girl can multitask," the corner of Mira's lips lifted in barely-contained amusement when she leans on the arm of the sofa across you.

"And you?" You tilted your head slightly, "What are you doing now?"

"Taking a break, obviously."

"I thought there was no rest for a K-Pop idol."

"That is Rumi's thing, you're talking to the wrong idol."

"Right, right, my bad, Ms. 'I came to the Met Gala in a sleeping bag'."

Mira huffed in slight laughter at the memory, "If everyone's just going to abandon all sense of comprehensible fashion, what does it matter if I wore a sleeping bag? Realistically speaking, I was the only one there who felt comfortable."

"Fair enough," is all you offer.

And really, the silence should've bothered her. Usually it did. Without Rumi or Zoey to fill the silence, the lack of.. anything would usually make her feel like she's being internally scrutinised for any reason—the way she dressed, the way she spoke, the way she presented herself in general.

But with you? Mira felt none of that. With interacting, the responses flowed easily, and she didn't feel like she was wittingly stepping on landmines whenever she said anything. In silence, there was no pressure, there was no prickling feeling of scrutiny, it was just.. comfortable.

Not quite the same sort of comfortable she had with the other HUNTR/X members, of course, but.. something different.

Honestly she didn't know whether she wanted to lean into it or pull away.

So she tests the waters instead, "You're weird."

"Am I?"

"Yeah, you are. People would either freak out, use us for clout, or give Dispatch the time of their lives," she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, "but you've done none of that. You're just.. here. "

"..Am I not allowed to be here?"

"Not my point. I mean you don't push yourself onto the three of us," on her, though that goes completely unsaid in favour for the feeling of protectiveness for what her trio had. "What's your angle?"

Maybe the question should've offended, but.. all you did was shrug as you answered with complete sincerity, your voice not wavering even once, "None. Is it that hard to believe that I just genuinely enjoy your company?"

Mira blinked. "Yes."

(Some small part of her mind, clearly unimportant, wondered whether you meant to refer to HUNTR/X as a whole.. or just her.)

And you laughed, a low chime in the otherwise quiet penthouse living room, "Not much I can do there, unfortunately. Guess you'll just have to trust me."

Trust.

That never came easy for her, not now and certainly not back then.

And yet.

"..Guess I do."

Once you actually end up dating, it's ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ UGH I love her

Yk how she'd be blunt as hell? See that still stays. HOWEVER. When you're not in, say, a professional or a life-or-death situation, her voice takes on a certain care and softness that she doesn't even have with HUNTR/X. It's not wholly noticeable, but you can hear it in the way she's slightly less sharp when addressing you, you can see it in the way that her expression softens subtly when she talks about you (and Zoey and Rumi tease her to the moon and back, mostly Zoey LMFAO)

I don't think she'd use nicknames personally, feels too cheesy for her. Actually, saying things in general is too cheesy for her, not to mention again she much prefers showing than telling. So instead of nicknames, it's sudden gifts like the jacket she clocked you eyeing up but didn't buy or even just your favourite snack from the convenience store. Instead of waxing poetry about what she adores about you, she expresses it in gestures. An example would be if you did makeup, she'd watch you and if there's something specific that she's noticed about your features but YOU didn't, she might even guide you or do the makeup herself so that your makeup is properly done justice

She won't be clingy, but she'd be EXTREMELY protective of you. Friends (and especially HUNTR/X actually) are one thing, but Mira letting herself date someone in the first place? Shit man that means she considers you as someone she genuinely wants to stay with. She recognises very well that you have your own life, and she has hers, and she wouldn't want to suffocate in the way SHE doesn't want to be suffocated either. But at the same time, when you're out together, she'd step a little closer, guide you through crowds like a bodyguard instead of your girlfriend (lol), and in the case of demons ever coming near you? Oooooh MAN it's over for them—no one, and I mean NO ONE, is taking the person who makes her feel like she belongs and she's lovable

I feel the need to add that if you like dancing or you ARE a dancer/fellow choreographer, then it's bonus points to you. Mira's bluntness actually helps here, since she'll freely give you feedback on your movements AND even demonstate the dances/suggest alternatives. And because the two of you are together? Yes. Yes she'll come close and guide you with touch without hesitation 🥰🥰🥰. OH OH OH AND LET'S NOT FORGET COUPLE DANCES TOO!!!! PLEAAAASE it'd just be the two of you in the dance studio and you're doing the tango or even ballroom dancing (you can tease her about it and she'll say she's multifaceted)

I think there are moments where she'd retreat to herself, especially during the beginning of your relationship or after the first few times you fight. It's already a huge insecurity of hers, being aware that she can be easily UNapproachable due to how brutally honest she can be. The time with Rumi was one thing, but you're someone who she willingly gave and entrusted her entire heart to—what happens if that's.. gone? Please give her space before the two of you talk again, she's genuinely a reasonable person. Reassure her that you're willing to give her whatever she needs, and over time she grows more comfortable with the new form of vulnerability, and she'll withdraw less when she realises that yes! You're staying, and nothing she does will change that

Also? Nap times. Relaxations in the hot springs. GOD yes. Couple spa dates? Genuine bliss 🥰🥰🥰 And speaking of dates, she knows she's busy as HELL. But she tries her best to either carve out time for you or she actually has you involved with whatever it is she's busy with, surprisingly (like having you watch her choreo to see if there's anything that sticks out, watching her and the other girls go on reality shows, etc)

Overall? It's like having a cat for a girlfriend. One that genuinely treasures you when she finds herself wanting your presence to be a constant bc of how you make her feel ☹️

[krispycreamcake]

HALLO!!! could you do sakamakis with a ballerina s/o perchance ? ヾ(≧∇≦*)/

Sakamaki brothers with a ballerina s/o

Shu Sakamaki

🎻- Now because he's been alive for hundreds of years, he's seen the best of the best

🎻- And because of this, nothing you do could really pique his general interest

🎻- Wellllll ok maybe a little. He'll watch the first time around and have that image of you dancing so gracefully stuck in his head and he'll blame you for "keeping him up"

🎻- He wouldn't oppose you if you asked him to play the violin while you dance (he wants you to, so please ask)

🎻- Always shows up to your concerts, he would never miss it for the world

🎻- Slowly becomes your emotional rock since he knows the kind of pressure you're experiencing to please those around you

🎻- Since Shu is a leg man, let's say he likes to see you dance for a couple different reasons

Reiji Sakamaki

☕️- Your biggest fan ever, like I'm not even joking

☕️- LOOOOVES to see you dance and asks you to perform in private for him

☕️- Gives you pointers because he wants you to always succeed

☕️- Speaking of succeeding, he always books your auditions, makes sure you get there on time, have adequate practice sessions, etc.

☕️- Thinks you're so sophisticated and won't say it, but he thinks this makes you 10x more attractive

☕️- "How will you ever get the lead role with such shaky movements? Must I need to demonstrate every little thing for you?"

Ayato Sakamaki

🏀- Like almost everything else, Ayato takes pride in the fact that his s/o is a ballerina

🏀- I feel like his overall reaction would change depending on your gender tbh

🏀- For example, if you're a guy, he'd make fun of you for it until the day he sits in that crowded room and as the music blasts through, engulfing him in a sugary symphony, no matter HOW many people are on stage, all he can see is you

🏀- If you're a girl, he'd be more open to the idea and won't make fun of you as much, but that doesn't mean he won't tease you

🏀- Like Reiji, he also pushes you because he insists that you shouldn't have to settle for second place, or god forbid third

Laito Sakamaki

🃏- Yes yes we all know he makes perverted and out of pocket jokes about it

🃏- Finds ways to somehow include you being a ballerina to benefit him, ie flexibility

🃏- Aside from the obvious, Laito is very impressed with your ability to literally dance on your toes

🃏- He throws roses at your performances

🃏- "Don't get too cocky up there, remember no matter what, you'll always be my little bitch nfu~"

🃏- Aside from all the awe he has for you, he also has a side of him that thinks being able to move your body in such a fashion is a bit creepy

🃏- So if you ever wanna spook him, just weirdly articulate your body, trust

Kanato Sakamaki

🧸- Does your makeup for performances 100%

🧸- He loves seeing you dress in frilly pastel outfits

🧸- Gets violently jealous however, emphasis on violent

🧸- You should only be showing yourself off to him, not other people

🧸- He supposes however, that it just can't be helped, clipping a bird's wings will only make it wander about in life without a purpose

🧸- DO. NOT. piss him off before a performance, he WILL break your legs

🧸- Putting aside his violent outbursts, he thinks you're just the cutest thing ever and might even consider himself lucky that he wounded up with such a person as yourself

Subaru Sakamaki

🥀- Thinks it's cool

🥀- I wouldn't say he has strong opinions until he sees you actually perform

🥀- Like Ayato, his eyes would be glued to you all night

🥀- "I didn't realize you were that good- Of course I'm not saying it was anything special! Fuck off! Just be glad I even showed up to that stupid thing"

🥀- Honestly might doubt himself a bit and reasses his own self to see how compatible you guys are

🥀- After all, you're surrounded by talent all the time, it must be exhausting coming home to a lifeless monster like him right?

🥀- Please tell him that he's enough for you, he'll push you to be your best self if you let him know there's nothing to be worried about

🥀- Similar to Reiji and Ayato in that sense, but he knows when to quit and when to give you space

🥀- Think of those dads at their child's recitals where they always look peeved and they have that one dad pose where they sit and lean back with their arms crossed

🥀- That's him, but he's actually enjoying every moment of it

[0asisbliss]

Pretty pretty please with sugar on top, could we maybe perchance get some headcanons for the vampire phantom troupe biting reader for the first time?? Since doing all of them would be a lot maybe just Chrollo, Machi, Pakunoda, Feitan, and Shalnark please? Also just as a side question for future requests, do you consider Illumi and Hisoka part of the troupe?

A/N: Hiii anon! I do consider Illumi and hisoka a part of the troupe, but I don’t really write much for Hisoka. So his is less likely to be answered than others. Though you all are free to request him!

Other note: Also, the characters won’t automatically turn you when bitten.🤷🏽‍♀️

Warnings: Mentions if sex, oral, Shalnark is freak.

Chrollo:

Chrollo doesn't sneak nor does he just up and grab a hold of you a take a bite.

First of off all for Chrollo to bite someone he has to have strong feelings for such person for him to even consider biting them.

He really observes the way you act once he finally bites down on your skin.

Once he does it the first time he’ll continuously do it

It was already known that you were going to be turned into a vampire like him at some point.

The reason being Chrollo knows how fast a humans like can go by. He’s had continuous human lovers and has had his little cold heart broken plenty times.

The first time he bites you, oh he’s serious and he means business. Straight down. No soft nibbles, or licks just full teeth.

This doesn’t mean he loves you any less though.

He does patch up the wound, and cleans it as a little sorry if you are upset.

Pakunoda:

She’s sneaky with it definitely.

You’ll be all relaxed in the bathtub, and just lathered up in the finest smelling soaps, and chomp.

And the bite doesn’t even hurt as bad. I mean it’s so soft you just look at her, and then she looks at you with big puppy eyes almost like she’s apologizing.

You laugh it off, and she does too.

Over time she gets more and more comfortable with biting you.

But for the first time in forever she bites you for real it surprises you.

She finally drew blood. Once this happens and she gets a slightest taste of you be prepared to get bitten at least a couple times a day.

Though if she turns you then she’ll show you all of the places to get a yummy little snack.

Gives a little kiss on the marking afterwards.

Machi:

She’s shy.

She’s the only one in this list that’ll ask you before she starts to nibble.

You two would be eating dinner and she would randomly start mumbling about how nice it would be.

Then she finally asks, but it’s a mumble more than anything you barely hear her.

It when she goes quiet and say it again then she speaks about it.

I completely understand if you don’t want to-

Then you cut her off saying about how much you wanted her to do it anyway.

Also, she wouldn’t do it right away.

Once you two are cuddled up, or even when you’re sleeping is when she makes her move.

Machi is the only one that doesn’t plan on turning you, so she won’t actually go deep just a little nibble.

Shalnark:

He doesn’t even ask. He just does it.

He would be fucking your brains out and bite the shit out of you out of nowhere.

It’s not a slow bite but a big and sharp one.

He has the 5th sharpest teeth in the troupe. Chrollo being first, and Feitan being fourth.

He's mean about it too. Always teasing you about his markings.

No matter if they are big or small.

It's almost certain that he'll turn you, and when he does the biting doesn't stop there.

The biting further increases if anything, flooding your body with bruises also may occur when you're still in your human form.

He and Chrollo are the most passionate about turning you on this list.

While eating you, he might just bite you then. (He has a biting kink)

He'll lick where he bite you every time to gather every little flavor.

Feitan:

His bite is purposely harsh.

No warning, no context, just chomp.

He won't turn you within the couple weeks he's done it like the other have mainly because of the fact that he enjoys you being human.

Feitan is the only one in the Troupe that considers having you be a human way more than you being a vamp like him.

Humans bruise easily. Adorable. Humans make the cutest little expressions when seeing blood. Adorable. Humans make the prettiest little noises when hurt. Adorable.

His bite may also be fatal.

Feitan really has forgotten how fragile humans are, but he'll soon find out when you are bleeding from a wound and it doesn't stop.

And then he will have no choice but to turn you.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Hi it's me again 😔 kinktober req perchance?

Steve Harrington with sex pollen prompt? I don't know suthn freaky with the demodog lair keeps popping up in mind. Sorry to keep bombarding you with requests HAHAH hope you're well :>

- 🌝

it's not a problem, I love all the requests you send me 🥰 this reminded me that I've never actually written somthing for him before, which is kind of crazy?? that being said I love this idea and hope it turned out okay, I wrote this with a transmasc reader too since you asked for one with your other kinktober request. thanks for sending something in <3

(also just a disclaimer creative liberties were taken when writing this so the story would flow better and the plot would make more sense)

Kinktober 2024 Day 12: sex pollen with Steve Harrington x transmasc reader

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, sex pollen, slight bondage via tentacles, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (please use condoms irl), brief implied Nancy x Robin

The Upside Down was like something out of horrific nightmare. It gave a glimpse into what life would be like if Vecna was able to take things over, which why it was crucial for your plan to destroy his physical form to work.

After wandering through the disturbing woods for what seemed like forever, you finally managed to come across the place you were looking for. Dustin and Eddie warded off the hellish bats, which gave you, Steve, Nancy, and Robin the opportunity of doing your part by searching for Vecna.

Creel House was even more eerie and disturbing in the alternate dimension, which certainly didn't help to ease your already spiked nerves in the slightest. The vines (or tentacles, rather) that were covering the floor made things even worse, because you knew if you made one wrong move they'd be on you in an instant.

While the tentacles in the lair were gross looking, they were also strangely erotic, from their length and girth to the squelching noises they made as they moved around. You tried to keep your thoughts as clean and sex-free as possible as you carefully manuevered yourself over and around them, hopping from one place to another as you did your best not to fall.

Our goal is destroying Vecna and saving Hawkins, you reminded yourself every time your mind started slipping into the gutter. Not fraternizing with what looks like a bunch of over-sized sex toys.

Everything seemed to be going as planned until something started to shake the house, causing what could only be described as some kind of mini earthquake. Naturally, this disturbed the tentacles, which led them to attack.

Some of them grabbed Robin and began dragging her in one direction while others grabbed Steve and dragged him the opposite way. You and Nancy split, her chasing after Robin at the same time you were trying to grab Steve.

"Steve!" You cried out in a panic, using your makeshift spear to stab at the tentacles in hopes it would injure them enough to let him go. They writhed around in agony at the feeling, though you noticed when you stabbed them they started to give off this sickeningly sweet type of odor.

Thinking nothing of it, you kept stabbing, hoping it would be enough to get them to let him go. Eventually they were hacked up to the point where they were far too weak to keep him restrained, forcing them to loosen their grip.

"Are you okay?" You asked while helping him up, noting that he seemed to be a little dizzy, which was odd given that he hadn't really done anything to warrant feeling lightheaded.

"Y- Yeah, I think so," he breathlessly responded, his eyes looking a little cloudy for some reason when you looked at them.

Before you could question him further, you began to feel dizzy yourself, your own vision blurring as a rush of heat spread through your body and buried itself deep within you. The only thing you could seem to focus on at that moment was Steve. His body, his eyes, his voice-

It was then that you realized what was going on. Whatever it was the tentacles sprayed you with must've included some kind of aphrodisiac that was absorbed through the skin, which meant-

Oh, God. Now was really not the time for this of all things to be happening.

"Steve," you began in a slightly shaky voice. He picked up on your nervous tone in an instant, though it was hard for him to think properly when he was going through the same physical reactions you were.

"I- I think we should do something about this," he suggested, his voice low and sultry without even meaning to be. Or maybe that was just you hearing things due to your sudden burst of horniness.

"We can't, we have to go do something about Vecna," you lightly protested, although you knew it was no use. Your legs had grown shaky and weak, causing you to cling onto him for support.

In the meantime, the tentacles had come back while you were both distracted, though they didn't seem nearly as hostile as before. If anything, they were docile, almost affectionate, as if the scent they'd left behind on you make them much more peaceful. Despite this, their intentions weren't entirely innocent, as they'd started to travel up your body, searching for the warmth of your arousal.

"I really don't think we have much of a choice," Steve remarked, his cock already painfully hard in his pants. You weren't faring much better, as your underwear was practically soaked by now.

"As- As long as we're quick about it," was all you could manage to get out before your mouth met his in desperation, your hands moving to grab at his clothes as you pressed your body as close to his as possible.

He was just as eager, his hands finding their way to your hips in a need for contact. Even if you wanted to pull away, you couldn't, as the tentacles had now fully wrapped themselves around you. It wasn't enough to stop your blood flow or anything like that, but you were definitely unable to go anywhere as they'd successfully restricted your movements.

"Oh, Steve," you moaned out his name as his lips traveled down your neck, your fingers lacing through his hair. Every touch the two of you shared seemed to leave behind sparks, his mouth feeling like a red hot iron that was branding your skin.

Somehow during this, you'd moved down onto the floor, the tentacles seeming to swaddle you as you did. Your clothes were quickly pulled off and discarded as the both of you became more and more needy, your actions bordering on primal. Your nails dug into his skin, leaving visible scratches going down his back at the same time that his teeth sunk into the tender flesh of your shoulder.

By the time his cock had finally found its way to your aching hole, you were already dripping wet, like a faucet that hadn't been turned off properly. The mixed sounds of your combined pleasure filled the air as he sunk deep within you, your back arching up off the ground as you threw your head back.

It was hard to tell how long you were there for. It could've been seconds, it could've been hours. You were much too focused on the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you at an animalistic pace to be sure.

Orgasm after orgasm tore through your body, and if you weren't so caught up in the moment you would've recognized this for what it really was: a distraction to keep you away from finding Vecna and destroying him. Eventually, however, both you and Steve began to run out of steam, the combination of exhaustion and overstimulation getting to you.

Beads of sweat covered your body, your eyes hooded as you felt him empty yet another load of his sticky seed inside you. Neither of you were thinking clearly enough to remember that it'd be better if he didn't cum inside you, which left you feeling abnormally full.

It took everything in him not to collapse on top of you once he was finally finished, his limbs looking as weak and shaky as yours were. A quiet whimper exited you when he pulled out, his cock softening again after what seemed like ages.

He slowly helped you get redressed, and you helped him do the same, trying to be careful so you wouldn't disturb the pile of tentacles that laid nearby. They'd become bored after the second or third round and had taken to leaving you alone, but you still didn't want to risk waking them back up again.

You stumbled out of the room you'd been in as you went to reconvene with Robin and Nancy, who looked as though they'd been through the exact same thing you had. Their clothes were wrinkled, their hair was messed up, and you could see a few hickeys peeking out of the collar of their shirts. You had no doubt you and Steve looked about the same.

Nancy awkwardly cleared her throat, avoiding eye contact as she shifted back and forth on her feet. "So, uh- should we...?" She gestured towards the staircase, to which Steve nodded his head in response.

"Yeah, let's."

The four of you began to make your way through the house yet again, a certain kind of tension in the air full of unasked questions with equally unspoken answers. None of you decided to say what had taken you so long to meet up again, and you didn't need to. It was fairly obvious.

Who knew the Upside Down could bring you as much pleasure as it could fear?

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[rizzyu]

Can i perchance request Lyney x painter!reader? Scenario would be something like Lyney distracting the reader while she's painting with endless kisses and affection until reader decided to give in and provide Lyney the attention he craves 😌😌😌

▵▿— Masterpiece

— Lyney x gn!reader

Category: Fluffff, tiny bit of suggestiveness

Synopsis: Lyney distracting you while you were painting with kisses and affection <3

CW: Lyney bites your nape (gently)

A/N: thank u for the request anon! lowkey need someone like this bc im sometimes self criticise a lot too :U

You clicked your tongue, leaning back as your gaze trailed over every detail of the canvas before you. The painting was filled with colours and intricate details, many would say the artwork you made is gorgeous. But you think otherwise. Just why on Teyvat did it look like that?? You let out a sigh as you tried to concentrate on the work before you.

Yet just as you were to fix the brushstrokes on the canvas, a pair of arms snaked around your waist and held you close to none other than Lyney. Lyney let out a soft chuckle and rested his chin on your shoulder, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Looks beautiful, ma Cherie~”

You didn’t even have to turn your head to see the ridiculously smug grin plastered on his face. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Don’t lie to me, Lyney.”

You kept on painting. Paint brushed against the canvas in measured, practised strokes. Lyney, not exactly pleased with your response, pouted and planted kisses on the side of your neck. He knew you were weak at that spot. He loved how you furrowed your brows as he inched his lips closer to your ear. You bit down on your bottom lip as you tried to concentrate on the painting before you. But this man and his soft, teasing lips! You didn’t even have to turn around to see the stupidly smug smirk tugging on his lips. Lyney brushed your hair to the side and planted a kiss on your nape.

“Ma Cherieeee, if it’s not working at the moment, why don’t you take a break, hmm?”

Lyney parted his lips and gently bit your nape. You groaned softly, tossing the paintbrush onto the floor and turned around. You grabbed his collar and pulled him into a kiss. That smug bastard… you could practically feel his lips curl up against yours.

You slowly pulled away with a pout on your lips. Lyney, of course was smirking mischievously at you. You sighed.

“Fine… I’ll have a break then.”

You could practically see Lyney perk up. He cupped your cheeks in your palms and pecked your lips affectionately before picking you up from the stool you were sitting on. You let out a surprised yelp and frantically wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, making him chuckle at your response. Lyney carried you all the way to the couch, plopping you down on your back before climbing over you.

His lavender eyes wandered your face, as if admiring every one of your flawless features. To him, you were the most perfect painting that captured his world, the very reason for his existence. He cupped your cheek gingerly, thumb caressing your skin. Your very being was a masterpiece, so just how could anything you create not be the same?

“Ma Cherie…”

Lyney whispered, a soft smile graced his lips. Not a smirk, but a genuine smile. He leaned down and planted another kiss on you again.

[y0ur-loca1-lyr3]

“Something I can’t tell you.”

A/N: IM ALIVE!!! I js sorta thought of this idea at 1 am lol

Pairing: Dabi(Touya Todoroki) x reader

Summary: Dabi spots you up on the roof and you guys have a meaningful talk over a smoke

CW; perchance a tad OOC (I hope not), smoking

Your quirk was bad luck. The bad part of yin and yang, the black cat, the broken mirror of the universe if you will. Bad luck trailed behind you like a moth to a flame your entire life, and as one would expect, it was annoying as all get out. Especially when it left you on top of the roof of the league of villains hideout, kicking the rusty metal bars which enclosed the rooftop in frustration, only causing your foot pain in the process, although at the moment that wasn’t really a concern so long as you could blow off some steam.

You searched your pockets as you leaned against the railing and pulled out your cigarettes, doing the pocket dance as you look for your lighter and groan in frustration when you just couldn’t fucking find it because whatever gods above seemed to hate your existence prior to your birth, and just had to gate keep your lighter.

You slumped down onto the wall besides the entrance to the rooftop, putting your head in your hands in utter defeat. The world had already thrown so much shit at you today, and now this?! It was like the world had it out for you for whatever goddamn reason, like the world wanted to see—

“Need a light?” Dabi inquired, stopping your train of thought as he looked down at you, extending a hand out to help you up from the cold concrete ground. “Yeah. Could use one.” You said in return, standing up and leaning against the creaking railing while you extended your hand which held a cigarette in it out to him. He used his quirk to light the cigarette, making sure to do his best at not burning it, and you to a crisp. “What’s up with you? Looks like you’ve been through hell.” Dabi questioned, one of his brows raised as his gaze cast downward to you.

You returned his gaze, your heart stuttering a bit once you met his icy cold blue eyes, “Shigaraki gave me a mouthful today about how I need to ‘shape up’ during missions. That I’m becoming a liability to the league.” You explained, shaking your head with an unimpressed expression, rolling your eyes while you took a puff of your cigarette, watching the smoke plume up into the night sky, practically feeling it poison your lungs puff by puff.

—

“I didn’t need anyone’s help back there, I was fine. I’m used to my bad luck quirk, I knew what I was getting into-“

“But the rest of the league didn’t.” Shigaraki growled out, scratching his neck in irritation, “you need to be more aware of your surroundings or you’re going to risk killing one of the valuable assets we currently have on a mission.” He added, not done with his lecture as he stared her down with a sharp glare. “You need to shape up or you won’t be any shape when I’m done dusting you. And the process is a lot slower than people think. So get out of my sight.”

“…yes sir.” You complied, begrudgingly shoving your hands in your pockets as you’d stomped up the stairs of the leagues hideout to find solice in the rooftop.

—

She scowled just thinking about what happened not a few moments ago, staring down at the city lights with the foul smelling smoke from her cigarette, “You know you could just stick it to him, right?”

“Hm?” You hummed in question, not understanding what he was saying, well more like not comprehending how she’d go about confronting shigaraki without literally dissipating to dust.

“Yeah, tell him off. He’s all bark no bite. Temper tantrums galore.” He rasped out with a soft cough, the damage done to him by his own quirk a bit too apparent. his eyes looked back up at the glittering stars in the sky. “I’ll even have your back if you need. You know, stand by, give the guy an ego check.” Dabi added, looking over at her with his usual joking/shit eating grin. You rolled your eyes and continued to puff at her cigarette, looking back up at him. “Right. Like you’d actually help me.” You huffed with your tone laced with sarcasm, not truthfully believing his words.

“I’m serious. The guy needs to learn to take down his ego.” Dabi retorted, shrugging his shoulders. Your eyes grew suspicious of him. Narrowing your gaze on him, you gently scooted away from him, your expression turning to one of distrust. “What’s the catch?” You asked hesitantly as he let out a raspy laugh, “No catch. Not this time.” He replied, his smile amused and peaking at the corners of his mouth only because of your paranoia surrounding him from you, like he was some uptight asshole who just so happened to also be a villain.

For obvious reasons, you were still suspicious, glaring at him as you carefully picked his expression for any lies he may be telling. Anytime anyone really did anything ‘nice’ in the league, it was to make some stupid deal. To get someone in their debt for later. And yet here Dabi was, no ulterior motive you could pick from him, nothing but a kind gesture. “So why then?” You asked, a hint of curiosity shining in your suspicious tone.

“If you must know, one, you’re hot,” Dabi stated with that stupid shit-eating grin which made you roll your eyes at his shabby attempts at getting under your skin, “two, you’re actually tolerable compared to these shitholes,” he added, the glimmer from the buildings of the city made the entire sky and land look like a black void of space, “And, uh… something I can’t tell you.” He said, his eyes meeting with yours just for one second, in which you didn’t see Dabi, you saw behind that tough, vengeful, angry, festering veil he so proudly swore by, you saw Touya. Just for a second, and then it was gone.

You nodded softly, the tone in the air changing just a bit. There was a mutual understanding of what that something was, yet neither of them dare to say it aloud and possibly destroy the friendship-ish they both held for each other.

Dabi eventually turned to you, the crickets in the night sky chirping as a sort of peaceful ambience, “hey, why do you stick around me? I mean, I’m an ass for sure, I could care less about others lives, and it’s not like I benefit you in any way, so…” he asked, looking over at you for an answer as you finally put out your cigarette after smoking every last drop from it.

“Well, for one, you’re hot.” You said smugly, the look on his face rather satisfying when he gave you an unimpressed glare, “two, you’re actually the only tolerable person in the league,” you repeated, his eyes rolling at the fact you practically copy and pasted his list of reasons. That was until your voice and eyes grew a bit softer, turning away from him as you shoved your hands in your pockets, opening the exit door, your body slightly turned towards him, “Oh, and…

“Something I can’t tell you.”

—

A/N: i hope y’all liked that!! Im thinking abt maybe making this into a series and making a prequel + maybe a part two? Lmk what yall thinkkk <3

[writingdevil]

hello!!! i LOVEE your writing, i was wondering if you could perchance do something about contrarian ? no pressure ofc ^_^

(Hello ask that disappeared from me and made me question my sanity/j. Anyway, I love Contrarian, but I always feel like I have trouble writing him, so I hope this one is good. I put Cheated here as well because I've seen really cute dynamic ideas with them-enjoy!)

Cheated groaned and shoved his face into a pillow, trying and failing to go to sleep for the last three hours.

His body was just aching too much for him to be able to drift off, and it pissed him off so much, because he knew that he would just be irritable and cranky in the morning, and that was the last thing he wanted.

Some nights the pain was more bearable and Cheated could get some sleep, but tonight was not one of those nights, evidently.

He sighed, pushing himself up and out of the bed. There was no point sitting there and watching the hours pass until the sun rose in the sky again.

He grumbled to himself as he made his way down the hallway and past all the other bedroom full of people that had no problem with falling sleeping, while Cheated was left to suffer with his stupid body and its stupid chronic pain.

He decided that a walk might do him some good. Maybe he'll just overpower the pain with simple physical exhaustion until his body had to sleep. It was worth a shot.

Cheated walked out into the living room drenched in shadows, making his way for the front door, when he suddenly froze at the sound of-sniffling?

He stopped, and turned around, squinting in the darkness, and he heard the sniffling again, this time followed by a whimper as well.

Cheated didn't take his eyes away from the room as he reached over and grabbed the front of a curtain, then yanked it back, allowing moonlight to shine in through the window.

There, sitting curled up on the couch, very clearly crying, was Contrarian.

Contrarian yelped in surprise as the curtains were pulled back, having seemingly been too in his own head to hear Cheated enter in the first place.

Contrarian wrapped his arms and wings around him, head twisting around wildly until they landed on Cheated, and Cheated hated how he immediately forced a smile onto his face.

"Cheated! Almost gave me a heart attack there!" Contrarian whispered with a nervous chuckle, using one hand to desperately comb down his ruffled feathers.

"What are you doing up?" Contrarian asked, still keeping that playful smile on his face, as if everything about this situation was completely normal.

"I couldn't sleep," Cheated quietly replied, much more focused on Contrarian's expressions, and how deflated the other looked, despite the way Contrarian tried to perk himself up.

"Same," Contrarian said with a casual shrug. "Just got too much energy, you know what I mean?" Cheated narrowed his eyes at him, taking a step forward, and didn't miss the nervous glint in the other's eyes as he asked, "Are you sure that's the reason?"

Contrarian tensed up, but just chuckled at the question, even as Cheated began to make his way beside him on the couch.

"I thought you'd be doing something stupid to pass the time," Cheated said, sitting down next to Contrarian, "not just sitting on the couch."

Contrarian kept his gaze forward, only giving Cheated the briefest of side glances as he said, "Yeah, I would, but being given out to by Hero once for waking the house up, is enough for even me to tone it down."

Cheated remembers that night. It sounded like an explosion had gone off inside their home. To this day, Cheated still has no idea what happened.

"So you're just sitting here in the dark? Why not go for a walk?" Contrarian lowered his head, his smile getting smaller and more weak by the minute.

"Just- uh- didn't want to," was Contrarian's answer, and Cheated sighed, leaning back as he took in Contrarian's whole form.

The red-rimmed eyes. The tremble in his body. The heaviness in his voice.

"Connie," Cheated whispered softly, making Contrarian flinch and turn his head the other way. "It's okay to be upset."

"I'm not upset! I'm just tired!" Contrarian argued in a low voice, twisting to glare at him for a second, before realising what he'd done and quickly turning away again.

Cheated wasn't so sure how to go about this, so he just moved a little closer to the other, making sure not to scare him away just yet.

"Connie, I heard you crying when I walked in."

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did."

"No, you didn't!"

Cheated sighed, reaching a hand out to rub Contrarian's back, who flinched at first, but ultimately relaxed against the touch. Cheated kept his movements soft and slow as he said, "You don't have to be embarrassed about being sad. We all have bad days. Shit, I've probably had more bad days than anyone, so if anyone will understand, it's me."

Contrarian was silent for awhile then, shoving his face back into his arms, and Cheated was content to just rub his back, and he could feel the way the other bird's body shook beneath his palm.

After what felt like forever, he heard Contrarian sniffle again.

"It's just-" he started, before sighed and lifting his head, and now Cheated could see the tears rolling down his cheeks more clearly. Cheated didn't like seeing Contrarian cry, he decided.

"It's just that my day had actually been pretty good," Contrarian confessed, resting his chin on his knees. "I hung out with Hero, had a flying match with Stubborn, I even made Cold chuckle." Contrarian smiled fondly at the memories, before it quickly fell into a frown that didn't suit his face.

"But then I fell asleep and- and-" Contrarian suddenly let a shaky breath out, letting a whimper out as he squeezed his eyes shut, as if trying to block out memories.

"-and then I was back in-in-"

In the cabin.

Cheated sighed, knowing exactly what had rattled Contrarian so much.

He didn't say anything or urge Contrarian to continue. He just silently wrapped an arm and a wing around him, and Cheated felt the way Contrarian tensed at the movement, before slumping against Cheated's side.

Cheated hugged Contrarian tight, hoping that he was able to provide some comfort to the other. Cheated has never seen Contrarian upset before, so he's not exactly sure how to make him feel better.

But he's pretty sure not leaving him alone at a time like this was a good start.

"I'm sorry that happened to you," Cheated whispered, and he heard another sniffle, but didn't comment on it. "It always sucks to get a nightmare like that."

"But you know," Cheated muttered quietly, as if afraid of someone overhearing their conversation, "you don't have to be all happy and smiley all the time. It's okay to not be a jester every once in a while."

Contrarian leaned further into his side, and then nervously asked, "But what if the others don't know how to handle a different side of me?"

"I can handle you. All of you."

He heard Contrarian gasp-and Cheated suddenly feared that he had said the wrong thing-but then Contrarian's breath hitched, before he burst into quiet sobbing, twisting to hug Cheated tight, and Cheated's arms were already bringing Contrarian into a secure hug.

Cheated held Contrarian close as he cried, and he only hoped that he was strong enough to make all of Contrarian's dark thoughts go away for good.

[hoiststowline]

Can I humbly request staying up all night talking to trailbreaker on the phone?? maybe mutual pinning? you write him so sweetly!

- D. Tron

_trailbreaker x reader

[a/n: FOR YOUR BDAYY @drabbletron !!! happy belated bday ily 🫶]

"It's kinda late, no?"

indolently, your gaze moves from the ceiling over to the clock to your right, catching the blurry time of a little after twelve. there was a small chance he wouldn't have noticed the hour, though recently he's taken into consideration your need for a good nights rest. perhaps someone had discovered and reprimanded him for your spontaneous calls that carried over several hours, often well into the night.

trailbreaker's disposition still remained equable, still pleased you decided to call even after a particularly long day. yet, he could discern you had just poorly stifled a yawn, pausing before proposing a reply.

"Not that late," you return, turning amongst disheveled blankets to now face the window. "Is it not a good time?"

a rosy hue attaches immediately to your cheeks at his laugh, lively and charming all in the same breath. "No not at all. I wasn't tryin' to imply that,"

there's a beat of silence where your mouth flubs to move, trying to figure out something to continue the conversation. effortlessly, as always, he picks up the discussion but doesn't redirect it as you initially assumed.

after a moment, he hums in contemplation. "I dunno. I want to talk to you, but it sounds like you're a lil tired,"

"Maybe a bit," you offer, tossing the idea around. "But I still wanted to talk to you too."

trailbreaker know's somewhere in his processor that he really ought to let you get your sleep, especially since you have to be at work in the morning. he regards the notion of pushing a little harder, knowing he'll never have the desire or ability to cut this conversation short. perchance if you did, then he'd be willing to give in a little more easily, but his impulse control is all but lost the moment he hears your voice.

he's fully aware of how bad that is. you need your rest and he needs to get ahold of his emotions, but every time he thinks he's got it figured out, something occurs that sets him back two paces. and once he's off the rails, there is nothing that stops the entrancement by your jocosity and friendly personality.

"Okay, you win." it's slightly scary how simple that is to say, but the idea is nudged away until it's completely free of his reasoning. "I surrender."

a car sweeps past your window, momentarily illuminating the dark room by it's headlights before disappearing around the corner. "How was your day?"

"Nah, how was yours? That's what 'm interested in hearing."

another badly subdued yawn, but you hope you pulled away from the speaker far enough so that trailbreaker couldn't hear it. "Mhm, it wasn't that bad, actually..."

it's an undemanding parley, always impressed by how he presents excellent advice or his laughter that could light up a room. you try to keep his pace, match his energy, but somewhere it all gets lost. you're listening, intently, eager to hear what he has to say and return the same sentiments. a few hours in, you know you're on borrowed time before you ultimately crash, but the pining to stay on the line overpowers the sluggishness in your movements.

you hope you aren't being selfish. it's a longing that you wait all day for, looking forward to hearing from him even if everything in you has been drained, leaving exhaustion in its wake.

"Y'there?" trailbreaker mumbles, fearful if he's too loud, that you'd wake up if you had accidentally fallen asleep.

"I'm here," you respond happily, blithely sinking a little deeper into the mattress.

[allisluv]

finnick nsfw alphabet perchance 🥹🥹🥹

thank you for your request anon!

cw: smut, fem!reader, not proofread as per usual

A — aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

finnick is super sweet after sex. he asks how you’re feeling or if there is anything he can do to help. he carries you to the shower, washing your hair before cuddling you back to sleep.

B — body part (their favourite body part of theirs or their partners)

finnick likes his abs and his stomach (i literally don't have a single reason to back this this up i just know that he does LMAO 😭)

as cliche as it sounds, finnick likes everything about you and that is the god honest truth. he couldn't pick one thing that he loves bc you're just a goddess to him.

C = anything to do with cum

i think finnick prefers to come inside of you rather than on you. he likes feeling you clench around him as he pumps his seed into you. he enjoys the closeness of it all too.

D = dirty secret

he once came in his pants like a teenage boy when you gave him a lap dance. who could blame him? you looked so pretty dressed up in your lingerie!

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they are doing?)

we all know finnick is experienced and that's all i'm going to say on that matter. although he has had plenty of romantic encounters in the bedroom, he doesn't know how to be vulnerable when he has sex. its something that the two of you would have to work through and it definitley requires quite a lot of patience on both sides.

F = favourite position

finnick is a simple man and by that, i mean he adores missionary. i think he likes to see your face. thats really important to him. it tells him what you like and what you dont like. in saying that, i do think he likes when you ride him. he likes surrendering that little bit of control to you. besides, he gets a great view of your tits bouncing that way.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous?)

finnick loves being able to make you laugh during sex. he'll crack god-awful jokes just to see you smile.

H = hair (how well groomed are they, do the carpets match the drapes?)

finnick likes to let his hair grow naturally. he’s so used to being waxed in the capitol that he just hates shaving in general

I — intimacy (how are they during the moment? romantic aspects)

sex with finnick is always always intimate. he's full of soft caresses and gentle touches and don't even get me started on the praising. the bottom line is that sex with finnick is more about making love than anything else.

J — jack-off (masturbation headcanon)

i don't think finnick likes jacking off all that much but if you have been gone for a while or vice versa he'll masturbate to the thought of you.

K — kinks (one or more of their kinks)

finnick has such a praise kink. he likes knowing that he's the one making you feel good. i think he likes edging but he always gives you what you want in the end. i think in a modern!au he would like phone sex too.

L — location (favourite places to have sex)

sex has to be special with finnick so i feel like he mostly sticks to the bedroom or other places in your house.

M — motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

finnick likes when you get bratty or talk back to him. idk what it is but he just finds that super hot.

N — no (things they won't do, turn-offs)

finnick won't do anything to hurt you. he doesn't like choking or bondage or anything of that sort because i honestly think it just reminds him too much of his trauma in the capitol.

O — oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill etc)

finnick is a giver. he's a pleasure dom and he loves making you feel good. he does like receiving though. he likes how you look on your knees.

P — pace (are they fast and rough, slow and sensual?)

finnick is absolutely a slow and sensual lover. he likes taking his time with you and dragging your orgasm out for as long as physically possible. he can go fast and rough at times but that's rare.

Q — quickies (their opinions on quickies, how often...)

i honestly don't think finnick is a big fan of quickies. he doesn't like that there's not a lot of intimacy involved in it. he only has quickies if youre really needy and he needs to teach you a lesson. he makes you walk around for the rest of the day with his cum in your panties

R — risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

finnick isn't a big fan of risks. i think it ties in with his memories of the capitol too much. don't get me wrong, he loves to experiment but risks? not so much

S — stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

finnick can go for hours and he can last for just as long.

T — toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

finnick doesn't own a massive amount of toys but he does love to use them on you. he likes to sneak a vibrator onto your clit when he’s fucking you— he’s a menace like that.

U — unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

finnick fucking odair is the biggest tease known to man. he'll let his hand slide an inch too close to your panties when you're out in public or he'll wear those grey sweatpants just because he knows they drive you insane. he loves to edge you but he will never leave you hanging for too long.

V -- volume (how loud are they? what kind of sounds do they make?)

finnick will groan into your ear and grunt when he's pounding into you. he's a talker too.

W -- wild card (random headcanon)

finnick never kisses and tells. sure, he'll make sex jokes here and there, but he wouldn't dream of telling anyone the things you two do in the bedroom. that's a private, intimate thing to him.

X -- x-ray (what's going on under those clothes)

finnick's a good six / six and a half inches. he's thick too.

Y -- yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

finnick has a pretty high sex drive. i'd say he could go every day if you were both desperate.

Z -- zzz (how quick are they to fall asleep?)

finnick gets super sleepy after sex. he'll clean you up and then collapse back into bed, nuzzling his chin into your chest.

[pistolgrip-pump]

Guns are cool, so here are my favorite guns and why.

[keep in mind that these r all my personal opinions and in no way am I saying that these r all complete facts or solid thoughts.]

.30-30 Lever action ;

My personal all time favorite due to lightweight (in my opinion.) and super easy to shoot — recoil appears intimidating but generally isn't bad at all and is even probably one of the only guns I genuinely enjoy recoil on.

It's not as loud as other more "intimidating" firearms but still decent. My earpro is kind of shitty and it's one of those guns that don't give me a headache at all—although ammo is fucking stupid expensive.

Maverick 88 - pump action shotgun.

Posted pictures on my previous account of this one and I generally have nothing bad to say about it almost at all. When I was younger, I tended to have a harder time with chambering it unfortunately (albeit the first time I used it, I was also twelve.) but practice makes perfect.

Probably the only thing that put me off from it was just that and the fact that I was a really fucking lazy kid so I hated holding it and definitely the recoil. Definitely fun for hunting though.

.22 bolt action single shot Crickett

My first gun evr and probably one of my favorites for that reason, sentiment of course. Not to state the obvious but definitely one of the best guns I imagine to introduce or expose kids to. Loading is very simple (you might actually have to be retarded to not know, and not that it's generally hard to load a fucking gun but this is probably as basic as it gets imo.)

This shit is lighter than one of those evil little dogs and no recoil at all which makes it easier to keep your aim pretty accurate giving you don't do what I used to and not only hold it wrong, but (for whatever reason??) also pretend it's too heavy because you're fucking lazy. It's one of those guns you kind of just look at and go 'aww'. You could find it at your local fkn Walmart.

AK-74 ?????

it's fucking fun that's like it. Pistol grip is also easier for me to hold so there's definitely a bias — has almost nothing to do with popularity or anything and almost solely the pistol grip I enjoy. It feels more secure in contrast to rifles in my opinion.

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uhh yea thanks 4 reading. Perchance I will start posting again but also scared of getting termed. I'm tempted to just repost some things I have from my other account but 1, I don't know if they'll do as great as they did originally and 2, it's almost just all me whining about my general views on everyday things.

[radioisntdead]

can we get op reader just beating the absolute SHIT out of valentino while vox and velvette watch on in horror? :3 perhaps others too, like perchance we somehow stutmbled upon valentino's set while angel was there and are just *appalled* and therefore decide his second living privileges need to be taken away <3

- snake

Good evening my dear!

When I tell you I audibly screamed when I read this request I mean it my dear! I despise Valentino and I adore this request! I did change some things because it didn't make much sense for the reader to just pop into the studio randomly and start going ham, so I went with some light backstory and causally gave the reader the found family treatment, anyways enjoy!

The Forgotten one

Reader fic,

Warnings!!

Mild torture {I say mild but limbs are getting ripped off, I don't go into detail and there isn't much of it but be warned!!} I'm imagining reader as an eldritch horror, This is literally just the reader murdering the grape guy horrendously, Reader ended up in eternal damnation for a reason! Also I'm imagining the reader to be British??? I don't know why, that was accidental but if you get British vibes that's why.

You died centuries ago, your generation laid long forgotten, you could barely remember your life before the black death had claimed it, you could just barely recall the high fever, hurling over in your cot and spitting out the blood that had gathered in your mouth.

You probably weren't the best person since you ended up here, maybe you were a tyrannical peasant? A murderer? A person of the night? A thief?

Maybe you had a family, maybe you were wedded, maybe you had kids, maybe you didn't.

Who knows, you certainly didn't.

You wondered if you will ever be able to recall those forgotten memories about your life.

All you knew is that you climbed the ranks quickly once you ended up in the underworld, gaining many souls, and power one could only dream of, becoming a feared overlord.

You've gone through many names, The dark one, the Wicked, The witch, the Warlock, A child of darkness, the devil's child, {That one didn't age well},

Most recently though you were deemed as the forgotten one, always lurking, watching, never coming out into the spotlight unless necessary, sending one of the souls you kept in your place while you hid in your castle.

However decades of solitude gets rather boring,

So you decided to go out, see what was new, after all when was the last time you were out and about? The 70's? Oh you adored the results of that decade.

Well venturing out turned out to be such treat! Turns out that fellow who adored ducks's charming daughter opened a hotel to redeem sinners! Oh how darling it was!

You popped in to visit it, finding the residents quite lovely, you simply adored how Charlie thought that you of all sinners could be redeemed! It was quite a foolish thought

But you liked that hotel along with it's lovely little residents,and if playing along with the Princess's delusions of you getting redeemed after so, so many harsh years, would let you stay in that hotel and cure your boredom then it wouldn't hurt to entertain that foolish thought now would it?

And so you stayed as one of the residents on the path of so-called redemption!

you got along well enough with the others, although Vaggie and Alastor were suspicious of you at first, although you and Alastor got along well after bonding over how the noisy picture box was overrated, it had wow'd you at first but that quickly faded as it progressed,

It took Vaggie awhile to trust you, but after you had taught her some of the skills you had picked up in your lifetime you became like a parental figure to the woman, which played out well as Charlie was already quite fond of you,

You had practically proclaimed them both as your daughter and daughter in law, you adored them both, baking them treats, gifting Vaggie a pair of some type weapon, giving Charlie something related to unicorns, or a joint gift for them,

You quite liked their reactions upon receiving something they liked,

You liked seeing them happy a little too much, so much that you started giving the others things you thought they might like, expensive alcohol for Husk, shiny sharp knifes to hunt bugs down with for dear niffty, vintage radios for Alastor, tools and things for inventing for Sir Pentious, and matching clothes for Fat nuggets and Angel for Angel dust,

You liked seeing their expressions when they liked something, it gave a warm, bubbly feeling in your stomach,

You liked spending time with everyone too.

Chatting at the bar with husk, Angel dust explaining things to you that you don't know, watching your fellow residents sleep with Sir Pentious, sparring with Vaggie, scrapbooking with Charlie, watching one of Niffty's roach puppet shows, taking a trip to cannibal town with Alastor to visit Rosie,

You slowly began seeing the hotel residents like family, you didn't have a family, or at least you didn't anymore so you don't know exactly how they worked but you thought that this was good enough,

They were your beloved family now, formed from delusional hope,

and you were their family reborn from a forgotten era, burned to ashes and thrown to the dark pits filled with brimstone, sin and death.

You'd do anything for them, you'd die for them, you'd live for them, and you'd kill for them, they most definitely were your family now.

And you typically protect family, right?

Right?

You heard about what happened in Valentino's studio with Angel dust, the bruises.

You were displeased,

More then displeased you were upset, you were angry, how long has it been since you were this angry how dare someone lay a hand on your dear family member?

You waited until the majority of the hotel were asleep, most notably Angel,

You made up an excuse to go out, saying you had to check up on your castle after all you had unfortunate sinners working there and they're headless chickens without you!

Charlie told you to stay safe before she went up to bed with Vaggie.

You would be safe!

fortunately though, a certain Vee, would not be safe.

You did stop by your castle, to grab a spear with Angelic steel, you mentally thanked yourself for grabbing it a several extermination days ago,

You twirled it in your hand before a large sinister grin over took your face.

It had been awhile since you were out for blood.

Getting into the Vee's tower was disappointingly easy! Scaling up the wall and breaking a window? Child's play!

What wasn't easy was finding Valentino, the bald pimp moth guy, you had to look through several rooms, why did they have so many rooms? Did they even need these???

Nevermind all that, after searching for an inconvenient amount of time,

you finally found the one that had dared to harm your dear family member, you tilted your head as Valentino squinted to see who you were, unraveling his wings once he didn't recognize you.

He didn't look like much, he was tall, red eyes, and he looked like a grape with wings, the grimaced, oh poor Angel Dust, he had to look at this everytime he went to work!

Thankfully after this he didn't need too, you twitched, transforming into a more demonic form.

"Who the fu-"

He didn't get to finish the sentence as you swiftly kicked him in the kneecap causing him to fall, cursing you and wincing at the sudden pain in his knee, taking that moment you kicked him again, this time on his side, pushing him properly on the ground, placing your shoe on his ribcage you began to slowly crush his rib, grinning at the beginnings of a cracking noise

Unfortunately the little grape screamed out for the TV fucker to appear,

You could hear the sound of cables getting ripped out and the sound of footsteps.

"Val, what is it this time? Is it about angel dust again, I- ShIT VaL, wHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?''

And the TV man makes an entrance shouting, how annoying, well you could always deal with him later, raising your hand pitch black inky tentrals came out from beside you, wrapping the TV headed man and attaching him onto the couch.

Returning your focus to the soon to be deceased, again, grape

You bent down to wrap a claw onto his wing,

It was soft, maybe you could make something for Niffty with it, a blanket perhaps? Or maybe a coat?

You pulled out the wing as Valentino screamed out in pain, blood splattering onto you, the floor and the walls,

a door swung open behind you before quickly being closed, just barely leaving a gap for a phone camera to sneak though, the owner of the phone looked on in horror.

You kicked Valentino over causing him to hiss and groan as he now laid on his stomach, how unfortunate for him, who knew that if you horrendously abused your employees an centuries old overlord would be out for your blood!

You grinned at how helpless he was now, how pitiful!

You grabbed one of his arms and pulled, nerves and muscles separated and blood leaked out.

Vox looked on in complete and utter horror, he couldn't do anything,

Would he be next?

The Vee's floor was destroyed, Valentino was shredded and separated, stabbed in the head with the angelic steel you had brought along as to ensure he would NOT be coming back.

Both of his wings were folded and set neatly on the counter away from the carnage, after all if you were to make Dear Niffty something with them they had to be clean, mostly, you'd have to clean them again, who knows what diseases that man was carrying, Yuck!

You took some of the carnage and place them into containers before putting them in a bag to carry with you, you tucked the detached wings under your arm, dusting yourself off you checked the digital clock on the wall,

You should get back quickly, they'll be up soon.

Moving around the broken glass and furniture that had gotten caught up in the downfall of Valentino you made your way out the door,

You let Vox free from your tendrils, hearing him move to possibly inspect the remains of his business partner and whatever else.

You wonder if the third one was still recording?

Oh well, that's none of your concern,

You knocked things over, shattered, torn and destroyed anything you could get your hands on as you went down the Vee's tower, destroying what you could.

At the bottom floor a box of fireworks caught your eye, you supposed it was for one of the Vee's something, maybe Velvette's fashion thing or one of the skinned grape's filthy films,

Well either way, you were going to borrow the fireworks, set them up on the ground floor and light em' up,

The fireworks boomed onto the floor, sparkling and bursting into flames, burning and sizzling anything it could get it's clutches on.

You left swiftly after, getting bored, and you were practically done anyways.

You should head home now, and stop by your castle to dispose of that spear.

You hummed as you moved around the kitchen swinging a spatula around on your finger before checking on the meat that was beginning to brown in the pan,

"Good Morning [Name!]"

Charlie popped into the kitchen, turning your head to her, you smiled at her,

"Morning Dear Charlie, I'm preparing breakfast for everyone, French toast for the majority and I picked up some fresh demon meat to make something else for Dear Alastor since he doesn't like sweet things,"

"Really? That's so sweet of you!''

"Mhm, It's nothing, But be a dear and call everyone to the dining room so they can feast?"

You ask tilting your head as Charlie nodded with a 'Yes!' before hopping off to gather everyone for breakfast.

You turn back to the stove, poking your spatula into the simmering remains of Valentino, hopefully the peppers and seasons make him taste decent, you would hate for everyone else to enjoy their food and Alastor be the only one to not enjoy the meal.

Hopefully they didn't suspect you when the news covers Valentino's demise and the destroyed tower.

You are not a good person by any means, you were condemned for a reason, this all started to sooth your boredom, you can NEVER be redeemed....

Or could you?

Maybe this little makeshift family that you desperately want to protect could change you, make you a better person.

It was a foolish thought, but as long as you can make them a mildly concerning breakfast, spend time with them, give them trinkets you think they would like, you were willing to entertain that foolish thought, more then willingly.

Thank you for tuning in folks! I'm working on those Susan requests and the other WIPS I have in my pocket so look forward to those!

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First I wanted to say your writing is AMAZING and SO GOOD!!!! Like everytime I think you've written the best thing I've ever read, you update again and top it!!

Second, just a thought I had but I think it would be so funny if one of y/n's clients lived in the apartment complex and heard them after the events of not just neighbors and the bonus. Like she shows up to her appointment and is like "oh wow did you have an interesting night 😏"

Also second side note: I just know that y/n is an amazing braided and doesn't pull that bs these new stylist try talking about come blowed dried already, $150 deposit fee, late fees, and all that 💀

(I'm gonna hit each point out of order lol) but firstlyyy thank you babe for the kind words <<33 Reader is definitely a hairstylist who cares about her craft. I'm talking licensed professional who works at a salon so none of that instagram stylist nonsense. I'll give you a little drabble of how this throuple works out with that idea you have because I love it: tags: fluff, poolverine throuple relationship stuff, mentions of sex, 1.2k words Not Just Neighbors part: One & Two

Honey! You Forgot Your Lunch!

You rushed into the salon with your face hot and apologizing profusely. Nobody gave you a hard time for coming in ten minutes later than usual but you felt horrible doing so. In fact, the other stylists were glad to see that you were okay since it was the first time that you were ever late. It immediately sparked a conversation among them as they watched you practically sprint to your work station. Luckily for you, you didn't have a client to service for another ten minutes, so you had plenty of time to prep your area.

"Are you sick? You should stay home if you are, we got enough people to cover," one of your coworkers said.

"Ain't gonna blame you if you overslept. Lord knows I've done it a million times," another chuckled.

"I'm good, thank you. It was just a little hard to get out of bed this morning," you muttered. There was no way you were going to tell the older women of the salon that you were late because both of boyfriends are handsy as an octopus and couldn't let you go despite time running out. Wade requested a kiss before you left and you granted it, only for him to beg for another and another until your lips felt swollen. Logan had intended to give you a short kiss but became greedy until you were breathless. Your knees turned to jello around those men, and you became their breakfast they had to devour before you could step foot out of the door.

"Are you sure baby? Your eyes are bloodshot! And your voice sounds rough!"

Memories of tears burning your eyes as Logan stroked your cheek while your face was stuffed full of his cock flashed in your mind. You had to shake it out of your head. "I didn't sleep much last night. Insomnia."

"Chamomile tea is good for sleeping at night and it soothes the throat. I got a brew you'd like," said the loctician from the corner of the store.

"I would love to try it," you smiled.

Just then your client and downstairs neighbor waltzed through the salon and plopped straight into her seat.

"You look like shit," she snorted.

"Good morning to you too," you rolled your eyes. "I feel like shit but I couldn't let you down now could I?"

"You really can't. I won't go to anybody else."

"You've always been loyal."

You only took off her bonnet before she whipped around to stare at you with a playful look. You stared right back with a confused air around you. "What KC?"

"Is the reason you like shit have anything to do with all that noise I heard last night, perchance?"

"You can't just say 'perchance', and I have no idea of what you're talking about."

"Sure," KC dragged out with waggling eyebrows. "I heard some funny noises come from above me."

"Wrong bitch," you scoffed.

"Right bitch. My ceiling was practically shaking like an earthquake and you the one who lives above me."

"I really don't know what your talking about." You tried to divert the conversation to asking her about the hairstyle KC wanted down but you were not off the hook. KC and the rest of the salon were now interested in your late night activities and you did not want to tell them about your sex life.

"Oh come on, spill the deets! Is it someone we know? That last boyfriend you had was a piece of shit so I hope this guy is better. He sounds better at least. You were getting dicked down."

"Jesus, stop talking," you groaned. "Pretend like you didn't hear anything. I'll be more mindful of the noise, I promise."

"Somebody was getting busy!" One of the older stylists yelled and it got whoops from across the salon. You buried your face in your hands.

The bell at the front door rang to signal another customer walking in. You peeked through the gaps of your fingers only to find that Wade Wilson and Logan Howlett both strolled inside of your salon in search of you completely suited up.

"Hello ladies," Wade whistled. "Do any of you know my sugar plum? She's about yeigh tall with the prettiest brown eyes you have ever seen but will take you out by the knees if given the chance? Yes? No?"

Logan sighed at the useless description he gave and said your name. "We just want to drop off her lunch and tell her bye before we head off on another mission."

A stylist in the front pointed in your direction and you crossed your arms over your chest. "What in the world are you two doing here?"

"We tried to call and you didn't pick up," Logan answered. He handed you your lunch bag and you softened up.

"You guys made me lunch?"

"Pffft no," Wade laughed. "I can't cook for shit and I'm sure anything he makes will taste like an MRE. We got you your favorites and stuffed them all in there."

"Oh... well thank you." The gesture still touched your heart. You put the bag down on a counter and sighed. "So I won't be seeing you for a while?"

"I know you'll miss me so that's why I left a life sized cardboard cut out of me with a strap attachment at your place. It's size accurate, veins included," Wade nudged.

Logan smacked the back of Wade's head for you. "You know we don't know how long we'll be away so we wanted to see you in person before we leave. Make sure you take care of yourself, bub."

"I always do," you sighed. Wade lifted the bottom half of his mask to kiss one side of your face while Logan kissed the other, sandwiching you in affection. "Come back to me, alright?"

"Aye, aye captain," Wade saluted. It got a chuckle out of you as he marched away from you before turning back around.

"I'm not crying," He sniffled. "Why do you ask?"

"She didn't ask," Logan deadpanned.

"But she's crying!"

"I'm not crying," you laughed. "But I will miss you. Now go, save the world!"

"Rain check on our anniversary date, yeah? We should go to a haunted house if it's still October when we come back. Or go in your haunted house if you know what I mean."

Logan grabbed Wade by the scruff of his neck and dragged him out of the salon. You were left with a audience of eyes trained on you as you laughed at your boys leaving.

"The both of them... you get the both of them..." KC mumbled. "That's not fair. You can't have two boyfriends. Give me the red one."

"Nuh-uh, she can keep the red one. I want the hunk-ules in the yellow," the receptionist said.

"I love you guys, but no way. They're mine and they're stuck on me," you smirked.

"Oh you don't sound like you're playing," KC laughed. "Wait... that means that last night..."

"Shut up."

"The both of them were..."

"If you say another word you better find someone else to do your hair," you warned.

"You're a pro-freak! Two men at one time! You get down and dirty."

"I need to find a new salon to work at,” you grumbled.

“Oh no you don’t. What you need to do is tell us exactly how you met those men without missing a single thing.” The whole shop muttered in agreement with KC. You rolled your eyes.

“Fine, but can you sit normally so I can finally wash your hair?”

Not Just Neighbors part: One & Two

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