#burned the high road. ( hc. )

[underdarken]

Ark is a foodie in general, but the thing they love the most is the variety of fruits the surface has. Good gods.

Ark, biting into whole lemons and limes: Perfection.

[thefallennightmare]

Hey, I sent in the Tourette’s HC! I took some info off of google ‘cause im really bad at explaining in my own words 😭 so hopefully this helps! Hope you have a great day!! 🤍

“A nervous system disorder involving repetitive movements or unwanted sounds. Tourette syndrome starts in childhood. It involves uncontrollable repetitive movements or unwanted sounds (tics), such as repeatedly blinking the eyes, shrugging shoulders, or blurting out words. Treatment may include medication or psychological therapies.”

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I apologize it took me a while to get this posted. I really hope I did it right!

Noah watched you intently while you sat on the tour bus with everyone, driving to the next city.

The rapid blinking. The quick left turns of your head. And the repetitive humming.

To others who didn't know, they would turn a blind eye.

But not Noah.

He knew what was going on.

"Angel," his voice carried over to you as you sat across from him on the couches in the main area of the bus. "Everything alright?"

You tried to give him a smile only for your head to snap to the left again, still a repetitive hum falling from your lips.

You felt embarrassed because of your Tourette's, almost an outcast among everyone in Bad Omens. You didn't want to feel sorrow from them because of your condition, you wanted to be part of the team and be perceived like that.

Your Tourette's was only bad like this in high-stress situations, usually managed with medication and meditation. But you were joining your boyfriend, Noah, for the first time on the road and you couldn't help but feel the nerves.

You'd been dating awhile and never once did he or anyone else make you feel like an outcast. He'd been there to help you when you needed to calm down until your tics ceased.

Like right now.

"Come on," he helped you up from the couch and led you towards the back hang-out area of the bus where it was quieter.

He sat next to you and booted up the N64, ready to play a game. You smiled through your tics.

Watching him play video games and not bringing attention to your tics always helped slow them down.

After some time, he noticed the humming stopped and your head stopped shifting to the side.

"Better?" He asked while pausing the game.

"A bit, yeah. Thank you."

He brushed his lips across your forehead. "Anything for you, angel."

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

with al being in the st play and no mention of wayne, i'm going to throw out my own modified hc for the munsons and how eddie came to live with wayne:

i still like eddie coming back to hawkins in middle school, so in my head al left hawkins as soon as he graduated/on some scheme, or just good ol' wanting to get out of his hometown.

his older brother wayne had dropped out of high school to go out on the road. their own dad being absent, someone had to provide for them...so wayne has been driving cross-country in a big rig, collecting mugs, sending hats back for his nephew from all the places he visits.

anyway! al left town, meets eddie's mom, she gets sick, al gets locked up, wayne takes eddie back to hawkins after eddie's mom dies.

he takes a silent eddie home to the one-bedroom trailer (why would wayne have needed more than one? he was always on the road), with nothing but a dufflebag and a single cardboard box tucked under the kid's lanky arms.

wayne gets a job in town at the plant, gives eddie the bedroom because of course he's going to, a boy needs his space after all.

he comes home early one morning to find the lights on in the bathroom, and the unmistakable buzzing of the clippers floating down the hall.

he comes around the doorway quietly to find eddie, his head of curls shorn clean off, tears in his eyes, but a soft smile on his lips as he watches himself shove a hat onto his head in the mirror above the sink.

he takes the cap off, turning to the box wayne can now see balanced on the edge of the tub, and returning with a different one, sliding it onto his unevenly stubbled scalp.

"What've you been up to, boy?" wayne says, surprising his nephew.

he forces himself to keep the smile on his face when eddie's horrified, startled expression jumps to him.

"Way--Uncle Wayne, I'm sorry, sorr--I just. I wanted--I just wanted to--" Eddie cuts himself off when wayne steps close, picking up the clippers and standing behind the kid.

wayne slides the cap off eddie's head and puts it on his own; it's one that he sent eddie back from that weird cave/lake place he stopped at down in tennessee, "Let's get you cleaned up, hm?"

eddie nods warily up at wayne's reflection, and he gets to work, cleaning up the bits of hair eddie couldn't quite reach.

wayne gets it, he does. did somethin' similar shortly after realizing it was going to be him that'll have to step up for al and their ma. got a shitty tattoo of a star on his shoulder by a shitty friend with a shitty needle.. just to feel like he had control of one thing in his own life...before everything he did was all for someone else.

he doesn't mind it all much anymore; he wants to be the person here for eddie. he wants to do everything he is physically capable of doing--and more--for his nephew.

eddie wanted the same thing. wanted control over one thing in his life. one thing that he did cause he wanted to, and not because of everything that's been happening around him (and to him) outside his control.

once finished, wayne clicks off the clippers, brushes some of the hairs from eddie's shoulders and head (scrubbing a little too hard just to see the kid smile and try to bat him away), finally placing the 'Lost Sea' cap back on his head. "There. All cleaned up now." he says into the mirror, resting his hands on the kid's shoulders. "Glad to see you kept all'a them." he says, tilting his chin to the box balanced on the tub.

eddie glances at the box full of hats and mumbles out a "Of course I did, you got them for me."

wayne's eyes start to burn, and eddie continues, not seeming to notice. "Hats aren't really for me, and my stupid hair always got in the way of me wearing 'em anyway but--" he cuts himself off, looking down at the curls of hair still lounging around in the sink. "But, you got them for me, and..and I wanted you to know I appreciate them and..my stupid brain and stupid hair started reminding me of mom..."

a few tears slip off his cheeks

"Hey now, no worries kiddo." wayne says, soft as he can, as he comes to crouch down at eddie's side instead, turning the kid to face him. "Makes this old heart'a mine feel all warm and fuzzy knowin' you kept 'em all, but'cha don't gotta wear 'em on my account if you don't like 'em."

eddie finally looks up at him, blinking a couple more tears away.

wayne holds up a hand, "Honest truth. We'll head down to the hardware store in town and getcha some hooks instead. You can hang 'em up wherever you want."

eddie sniffs, but smiles just a bit. "You couldn't've told me before I hacked all my hair off?"

lmao this got away from me but @withacapitalp and @stevesbipanic stared saying things in the discord and i HAD to write it down 😅

[seasoned-siffrin]

Toby Rodgers hcs!!!! Jay merrick hcs!!!!!!! Tim Wright hcs!!!!!!!!!!! If u are feeling up for it!!!!!!!!!!

It’s taken me a million years to get to this but here we are. I have so many Toby headcanons that I’m going to dedicate this post to him solely, and I might do some Jay and Tim headcanons later— hopefully that’s okay!! <3

Toby Rogers Headcanons

• I headcanon him to be around 22-24 years old, this is usually the age where I write/portray him as

• He’s 5’9 if he fixed his back, but has a worst slouch known to man so he’s closer to 5’6-5’7

• Demiromantic bisexual

• He/him pronouns but doesn’t mind the others— he’s still cis, he’s just comfortable with his gender

• Hazel-green eyes! On the subject of his eyes, he’s partially blind in his left eye— the same side where he has the gash in his face.

• I’ve always imagined him to have wavy/curly hair! His curl pattern is kinda fucked because he can’t take care of his hair the way he should so it’s mostly just a mess.. it has the potential to be more curly

• It was his step-father, not his actual father, who abused him

• Rather than dying in car crash, Lyra was murdered by their step-dad after a failed attempt to run away together. She was run off the road and killed in a ditch, brought back, and buried in the cellar with the help of their mom. (I took some inspo from David Near’s Toby Adams for this one)

• He ended up killing both of his parents, not just his step-dad, because they both assisted in the death and cover up of said death of Lyra

• The gash in his cheek was initially caused by a broke beer bottle to the face, courtesy of his step father, and due to a lack of proper treatment and his terrible habit of chewing on himself, it is what it is now

• He has rosacea flare ups a lot, giving his normally pale skin a pinkish-red color in his face

• Wears feminine clothing sometimes cuz he’s a pretty boy

• Has some moderate burn scars on his legs, arms, and back from the fire. They would be worse if Slenderman didn’t heal him some to keep him alive

• The reason his hood is blue is because the original hood of his hoodie was ripped off during a quarrel with his bullies in high school, so Lyra cut off the hood off one of her own hoodies to replace his

• His clothing style is a weird mix between cottagecore, goblincore, and grunge— however, he considers himself goth!

• He writes poetry, but, he rarely shares it with anyone

• He eats Crustables RELIGOUSLY

• He refers to his parents by their first names, but slips up with “mom” occasionally

• He has a loooot of piercings. Bro can’t feel it— what’s stopping him?

• His guy has one FUCKED sense of humor. He credits it to his trauma

• He’s got some severe abandonment issues, causing him to cling onto people who have a more mature/guardian contrast to himself, he finds comfort in guidance— but he is still a stubborn little prick

• He doesn’t have a horrible relationship with Slenderman, methinks… he may even see the thing like a twisted father figure, and feels almost in-debt to it for revealing the truth about his sister’s death to him

• Due to his CIPA and the fact that Slenderman doesn’t let him stay dead, Toby does not fear death, and he often acts recklessly and senselessly because of this

• He definitely has AuDHD cuz I said so

• He either can’t get a god damn word out of his mouth, OR he can’t shut the fuck up. It depends on the day and the environment

I definitely have more but this is where I’m stopping for now… I love this freak

[violettduchess]

hi violet, can i req for gilbert, prompt forbidden love? if it's ok i'll leave it up to you whether if it's gonna be a fic or hc :) thank you

A/N: You all voted for this to be an Angel / Devil AU and here we are.

CW: death, sickness, war

Gilbert x Reader

Word Count: 2650

1095: the Holy Land

The first time you see him it is over a rising cloud of brown dust, stamped from the earth by a cacophony of hooves and sandaled feet charging at each other. Sunlight glints off curved steel and chain mail as blades from both sides bite into flesh, punctuating the haze with red droplets.

Through the blood and dust you see him, walking amid the chaos. He is, quite simply, the most beautiful being you have ever seen. Every movement exudes grace, from the bend of his torso to the tilt of his head. He is so arresting that you stop in your tracks, frozen under the burning sun, watching him across the din until he turns his head. Fatefully, his gaze finds yours. His eyes, the clearest, deepest red you have ever seen, pull you in, like a fishing line cast into the ocean. You find yourself moving towards him, the epicurean tide drawn to the beauty of the ethereal moon, breathless with something. Time stands still, all sound dwindling into nothingness. The screaming of men, the groaning of the dying, the frenzied cries of horses, it all fades when he smiles, your heart suddenly caught in the curve of his lips, the line of his jaw.

And then he sees you clearly, as the dust begins to clear, as the last man lays gasping, calling for his mother. He sees you and his beautiful face darkens with an emotion you are all too familiar with. The shadowed mask of fear.

You blink and he is gone.

1348: London, England

It is nearly a millennium before you see him again. You step outside of the small, dank house, the smell of sickness lingering in the air. It clings to you, the sheen of rot and ejecta, and you are grateful for a moment’s respite. It is then you see him, walking alongside the rickety wooden cart piled high with bodies, some still oozing sickness from their sores.

“Bring out your dead!”

The man pulling the cart and yelling is sweating, salty droplets of water leave tracks in the dirt caked on his sallow skin. His heartbeat is too fast, too erratic but he fights it, the fist squeezing his lungs, wanting to get just one more footstep further away from this thing they call the Black Death.

But then his voice is gone, his knees buckling as his heart finally gives up the fight. Gilbert, draped in robes the color of twilight, kneels in the dirt road beside him. You watch as his pale hand touches the man’s face and soothes back his matted hair. He speaks and whatever you expected his voice to sound like, it is not this. Not like the soft sound of the wind sweeping across rolling plains. Not like the velvet depth of night, when darkness blankets the mortal world.

“Hello Richard." He is gentle, so very gentle. "My name is Gilbert." He cups the man's face with a tender hand. "It’s ok, my friend. There is nothing to fear. It’s simply time to let go.”

Like a being transfixed, you watch as he guides the soul from its prison of flesh and bones, and with a wave of his hand, sends it on its way.

“You look so young.” 

The words leave you before you can stop them. You know speaking to him is forbidden and yet, somehow, it feels as natural to you as sunlight.

He looks up at your words and again, the flicker of fear burns in the red brightness of his eyes. He rises slowly and you admire the way he conquers it so quickly.

“I’m older than you.”

He knows he should not answer you and yet he does, turning to face you fully now. You tilt your chin upwards, letting him look, letting him drink his fill of the sight of you.

“I’ve never seen you before.”

Something dances across his face, tears his gaze away from your form.

“My duties were elsewhere for a time.”

The story behind his words is in his eyes, straining to be freed. His lips burn with the need to tell you more.

And then the bell tolls and you both look in its direction.

Time is fleeting. You have work to do.

With great effort you turn away from him, walking toward the next sad building reeking of death. When you look over your shoulder, past the curve of your leathery wings, you find him watching you.

And you smile.

1839: Mazatlán, Mexico

The winds and water have washed away the small town on the coast. There is nothing left of it, aside from bits of broken buildings and bodies lying in watery graves.

An old woman with a broken back lays, panting heavily as the light slowly fades from her dark eyes. You approach her, your heavy robes trailing in the dirty water and mud. When she sees you, her breathing quickens, her eyes widen and her fingers, old and gnarled and broken, scramble to touch the worn silver cross that has hung around her neck for the last sixty-eight years. Little does she know it too has been lost in the storm. You kneel beside her and she whimpers, her whole body trembling as you reach down, laying your hand on her forehead.

“Por favor,” her voice creaks, “por favor.”

“Begging won’t save you now. You know the life you led. The women you sold. The children.” It doesn’t matter what you say. They can always understand you.

Her body spasms as you reach for her, the real her, the essence inside. Her last words die unspoken on her lips as you send her soul to its journey's end..

Rising, you scan the debris, feel the call of so many souls and you are weary. You make your way towards the beach, stepping over the rubble until you have reached the soft, white sand and smooth gray boulders. You slump down against one of them, tired. The sand is soft, the boulders warm with collected sunlight. You have learned to appreciate the simple things of this plane of existence. The sound of the ocean. The smell of the salty air.

“So even your kind needs a break.”

That voice.

He is standing above you, backlit by the sun, and you wholly believe he is worthy of the countless prayers shot to the heavens by pleading lips.

You can’t help but smile. “Come sit with me. Take a break yourself.”

He smiles back and your heart cracks open, bursting with something newborn and unexpected. Something you can’t give a name to, yet.

“Isn’t there a story about a garden and a serpent that starts this way?” But he lowers himself until he is next to you. His arm brushes yours and it feels like holy fire.

“I shouldn’t be here.” Your voice is softer than usual as you watch the roll of the waves along the beach. A single shoe made for a tiny foot bobs alone in the water. Its former owner is his responsibility. Babies always are.

“You’re doing your job.”

“No, I mean here. With you.”

The words sound as loud to your ears as the waves crashing into the rocks scattered about the shallows. Embarrassed, you start to move away from him, from his warmth and his light and his heavenly smile.

And then you feel his hand wrap around yours, the dawn grasping the dusk, and he pulls you towards him.

Falling into his embrace is easy, so much easier than you ever would have believed, easier than you could have dreamed. Easier than all the rules that say it is forbidden would have you think it is. He is light and warmth to your shadow and shade. You drink him in, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him close against you. He gasps softly into your hungry mouth, stunned by the feel of you.

His kind have always been told a litany of warnings to stay away from you. That nothing good will ever come of associating with devils. That he would burn in the pit fires of hell if the rules were ever broken. And oh he is burning, just not the way they described. 

As he pulls you against him, your softness yielding to the planes of his body, he does burn. He burns with a singular need to kiss you, to touch you, to claim you as his. He burns with a desire far more dangerous than hellfire. It sharpens him, hardens him, shifts his purpose with every movement of your lips against his. Your mouth is ambrosia. Nothing will ever taste as good ever again. He will forever be thirsty for it. The feel of your hands, pressed against his back, just under his wings, is branded into him, changing him, claiming him.

It is only the tolling of the celestial bell that falls like an ax through the haze of your lust. The call to work.

“I must go.” He looks over his shoulder, then back to you, his dark hair falling across his forehead in a way that makes your fingers ache to touch it. “We’ll meet again.”

He stands slowly, spreads his large, white feathery wings and in a rush of wind, a flash of light, he’s gone, leaving you alone on the beach with the mournful sobs of the dying, the monotonous lull of the ocean’s waves and his kiss burning on your lips.

October 1916: Somme River; Picardy, Northern France

It feels wrong, rushing to meet him with the thunderous sounds of war rocking the world, and the deadly fog of mustard gas rising like a cobra to sink its fangs into shaking men. Even you shudder as the shrill cry of artillery shells and the spitting rage of the machine guns echo hell on earth. Men are dying in record numbers but it is precisely for this reason that you can meet. The bloody ground with its endless sea of death and destruction masks your movements from anyone who may wonder where exactly you are. Too many souls departing too quickly. Everyone is busy, thanks to men and their thirst for war. Angels and devils alike roam the ravaged fields, answering the call of the doomed.

He waits for you behind a burned-out house amid charred, leafless trees. You gasp when you see him. One eye is covered by a swath of black silk. 

“What happened?” Your hands are on his face, now familiar to your touch. You have loved him for almost a century, a drop in the ocean of time, and yet, short as it may be, it feels essential. Sacred. 

“They know.”

Those two words sink into your heart like a stone, dragging you down into a trench of despair. He has lost an eye in punishment. There will be more coming. The sky above you explodes orange against gray.

There are so many words that they stifle your speech, stacking one behind the other in your throat. None of them will change anything. None of them will save you. He reaches out, pulling you into the shelter of his embrace, a tender kiss placed on the top of your head, between your short, black horns.

“It will be alright. I have a plan.”

You tilt your face up to look at him as the world rumbles, heavy tanks rolling like moving fortresses through the dead fields.

“I will come for you. Give me time.” He sounds so sure.

Dread crawls up your spine with tiny, grasping claws but you nod slowly. You trust him. 

He leans down, pressing a light kiss to your lips, a small beacon of hope in the darkness that surrounds you, the darkness that fills you. Then he steps away, unfurls his pristine wings, and vanishes, leaving you alone amid the wreckage.

2023: St. Anne’s Nursing Center; Regina, Canada.

The old man sees you, although his eyes stopped working years ago. Ignoring the exhausted muttering of the overworked nurse, his drawn face, etched with lines and mottled with brown spots, turns towards the doorway where you stand.

You are never who they want to see. You with your black wings and horns, with your fiery eyes and ashen skin. You, devil. His heart, worn and faded, skips its final beat as you walk over, curling your cool fingers around his frail wrist.

He wants to scream but all that comes out is a wheeze of fetid breath. Holding his wrist in your hand you lean down, lips close to his ear.

“It’s time.”

Every last living cell in his body wants to fight and you sigh, tightening your hold on him. It’s not a pleasant end when they fight, especially once they realize where they are going. And this one has reason to fight. His soul is as tainted as can be, a history of violence and hate and a pile of bones that will eventually be unearthed in the far corner of his remote property. Too many for just one person.

He submits, his soul needing to be pried from its cage of weak bone and flaccid muscle before you are finally able to send it down, down, down where it belongs.

There are others here, dancing on the edge of this life and the beyond, but none require your attention. Not today. You leave the now still body, making your way down the generic beige hallway and across the dated, olive-green tile of the entrance until you are outside, breathing in the cold, clean winter air.

Above you, the sky is black, the moon only a sliver of silver amid the twinkling stars. You’re about to move on when you hear it. The unmistakable beat of wings.

You turn and you see him, dropping down to the ground in one elegant movement. What you see brings both hands to your mouth, snatches the breath from your lungs.

Gone are the soft white feathers of his wings. They have been plucked out, burned away. The bloody leftovers re-formed into the stretched black leather of bat wings, darker than yours and wider. His robes are darkest obsidian, his hair midnight kissed by stars. And sprouting from it, the surest sign of what he has done: long, black horns, curled like a ram’s and deadly sharp.

“No…..no……” You know what this means and it brings you to your knees, right there on the icy pavement. His red eye is aflame with determination as he walks over to you, leaning down to take a strong hold of your arms and lift you again.

“It was the only way.” His voice is steady, gentle but sure.

You shake your head. “You are Fallen. You know what He will do. What you will have to do to prove yourself.” The Morningstar is cruelest to those just like Him.

Gilbert brushes your soft hair back, his skin pale as bone, now cold as ice. 

“I will not only endure it, but I will conquer it and prove that I have earned a place among His agents. Perhaps….even….conquer Him.” His expression softens as he cups your face, his thumb stroking the line of your cheekbone. “I can master anything. You are by my side. You,” he pauses, his voice a whisper that roars louder than thunder, “are the reason for it all.” 

And then his mouth is on yours and you melt against him, love for him clouding the danger of his words, the fear of what is to come. You wrap your arms around him and you return his kiss hungrily, greedily, covetous. His teeth sink into your lower lip, his wings extending to black out the sky before wrapping themselves around you, his hands grasping at your robes, yanking handfuls of it away from your skin until he can take hold of the soft underside of your thighs. With a deep growl he lifts you, pulling you against him, his unbound lust finally free. 

After all…..he too is now a devil.

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[svfttachi]

Can you gimme some random itachi and sasuke hcs (fem reader)?

WC ━ 741

TYPE ━ u. itachi x fem!reader, u. sasuke x fem!reader (separate)

TW ━ smallest mention of depression in sasuke's

✎ lwk was thinking about anakin skywalker the entire time i was writing the rest of these, so... yeah idk why i had to say that. anyway, i also forgot you wanted fem reader, so i changed it up a little to adjust for that change. but anyway, i hope you enjoy!

───── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─────

u. itachi

✰ he definitely drives with one hand on the steering wheel and his other holding onto yours

✰ only ever notices you amongst large crowds of people, especially around other women

✰ he loves to help you pick out your outfits as your showing off each one for him to choose from

✰ honestly, there isn’t a single bad outfit in his eyes

✰ always keeps an arm around you, whether it be around your waist, your shoulders, or holding your hand, he will always need to keep you close by, especially in public places

✰ let’s you take the subway seat, and he’ll stand nearby with a hand in yours, smiling down at you.

✰ if you do get two seats side-by-side on the subway, expect him to push your head onto his shoulder, especially after a long, tiring day

✰ rests his head against yours as well ;-;

✰ he can cook to a certain degree

✰ like he won’t be able to make high-class dishes but he can make you scrambled eggs 👀

✰ you two clean the house together every week, often switching between chores so one person doesn’t always do the hardest job

✰ but itachi would plead with you so that he takes the harder chores if he felt you shouldn’t do too much heavy lifting

✰ speaking of heavy lifting, he will 100% ask you if you wanted a massage after your tiring day at work, and he will always deliver with the best massages

✰ your besties with sasuke btw, that was inevitable tbh

✰ he is an early riser, so you’re probably going to have to get used to that

✰ like sometimes he’d wake you up at the same time he does just so he can see your beautiful eyes 😭

✰ cuddles, cuddles, CUDDLES<3

✰ he’s in dire need of skin-to-skin contact, you just know it

✰ in fact, that’s how most of the morning goes when you’re just waking up

✰ overall, itachi is the type of guy to comfort you, be there for you, and just enjoy your presence anywhere you two are

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

u. sasuke

✰ less of a romantic compared to his brother, but that’s due to how shy and dense he is

✰ speaking of dense, you were the one that had to confess first bc there was no way he’d openly admit that to you without burning up in anxiousness

✰ sometimes, you’d have to show him that you wanted to be given affection for him to realize it since he doesn’t notice it himself

✰ but after many years of being together, sasuke will get some idea of when you want him to give you attention

✰ isn’t as big of a skin contact guy, but he is a SUCKER for some hand holding, so just hold his hand for him pls ;-;

✰ sasuke is definitely not about to open up about his feelings when he’s in a depressed state, but that doesn’t mean he wants to be completely alone

✰ give him the comfort he needs pls 😭

✰ DEFINITELY besties with naruto to the point that you even joke and prank sasuke with him, IMAGINE THAT WOW 👌👌

✰ he has his romantic moments sometimes when he surprises you with little gifts and acts of service

✰ will ALWAYS be down to go on a late night road trip or just a late night drive around the city with you

✰ in fact, he even gives you the aux/bluetooth for the tunes 👀

✰ when you’re in public, he HAS to keep your hand in his just bc he is afraid of losing you, just like with itachi

✰ super domestic like he wouldn’t normally go out during the day and would rather relax with you at home

✰ obsessed with watching movies late at night with you in his arms and a couple of blankets along with popcorn and other snacks

✰ you guys definitely own a cat, it’s a necessity i’m not sorry ✋️

✰ the two of you probs cook together since neither of you are the BEST of cooks

✰ still, the dishes you two make are just 👌👌

✰ when you guys go shopping, he insists on holding ALL of the bags bc he’s just not about letting you hold onto them on your own

✰ then ofc you guys go to the food court and he gets the most sweetest flavored drink ever, and you’re just wondering how he drinks it

✰ all and all, sasuke is your number one reserved and shy boi, but he is a good one to have some good old fun with

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[scarletooyoroi]

HC; Inventory of importance.

While Thoma is certainly a character who enjoys letting himself keep prepared. In term meaning he has no shortage of items on his figure, naturally there's some that are a cut above the rest for his daily time of life. How about we go over a few that serves as highlights?

+ Vision Storage: This goes without saying! Wherever his Vision goes, he goes, and it lead to him discovering a useful function through experimentation. Alongside of his weaponry, there's a good supply of small items that he can keep confined within this space. It's leveled by Thoma's perception of importance. Items, food, artifacts, supplies of significance.

This doesn't elevate to constructs like a built home or along the like. It has to make sense from his spiritual perception for it to be carried along.

+ Staff of Homa (?): While it's one of the most peculiar items in his inventory, it's also one of his strongest weapons. It often led to thoughts or rumors if he holds a significantly strong affinity with the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor as of recent, when that's not the case at all. Unlike the sacred firehood staff that found itself in the Hu family for generations, the construction of Thoma's was made through an enemy encounter.

A situation that allowed him tap into the same extent of Wish Power that allowed for his Vision to be made. At the same time of contesting with this Abyssal foe, he matched the criteria in resolve to burn away all impurities in order to let the land heal through death itself. Unlike the order aligned rite of funerals done by today's standard, his resolve let him to match with original determination of eliminating these dangers through combat. As an excerpt says-Though these rites have been forgotten over time and with the coming of peace,

(Though these rites have been forgotten over time and with the coming of peace,

Those with fire in their hearts can still hear these whispered words from flickering flames when they find themselves faced with an imposing darkness:

"Only an unbound flame can purify this world.")

+ Adepti Seeker's Stove: This goes without saying. Thoma is a skilled cook and having the luxury to bring that on the road is essential. This was a gift that he found and takes particularly good care of since his travels in Liyue. It's use in not having to worry in controlling a campfire's wilder nature makes it significantly easier to deal. Not to mention it has it's own self cleaning feature!

He ensures it's continual use by offering up Elemental power to the construct to keep it in it's freshest state.

+ Kamisato Clan Emblem: This in itself is a parting gift from the heads of the Kamisato House. For being one of their most trusted, and a measure to show that irregardless of his status of Inazuma, they will stand by him. It's a token of good fortune for the adventure that Thoma finally resolved to take among Teyvat. After all, his original goal had been to locate the missing whereabouts of a beloved family member.

After going above and beyond in the name of their friendship, they in turn resolved to put their all in making his determined ambition come true as well. The Kamisatos at this point hold not only amazing strength, but the structural height to ensure prosperity will be forged after climbing from the precipice of oblivion from greed laced in darkness.

This also serves as a means to enter secret networks of influence, just in case he needs an extra extension his own network of influence cannot reach.

+ Amaterasu: A lost artifact that was found during the days of the Vision Hunt Decree. Initially it looked like a rare remnant of a swordsmith to Thoma. It was an ornate katana hilt that held the emblazoned glory of a wyrm dragon wreathed in gold. Initially he believed it to be unfinished. It wasn't until his days well after the VHD did he discover this was made for those who channel Elemental Power in mind.

By applying the essence of Pyro into the weapon, it greedily feeds at a high output in order to produce a katana shaped blade fashioned by flames. It's heights can reach such a scale that the weapon itself the blade's heat can elevate to pure blue or pure white flames. This in itself can be dangerously draining to Thoma if he doesn't exercise the right mastery. However, this is one of his heaviest hitting means if the situation calls for it.

It also allows him to make good use of the Swiftshatter's Sword style. Similar to the rest of arsenal, this also requires adequate willpower to keep it within a tangle form.

[familiaanteomnia]

The One Stop Shop

Multi muse, multi fandom- high activity blog 18+ dark themes, heavy subjects may be present drug mentions, smoking, drinking, violence, swearing, mental illness/chronic illnesses to name a few *under constant construction due to chronic health issues*

Rules:

Open to ocs, multis/single muse blogs, canons, duplicates- sideblogs. multishipper+multiverse

Obviously no racism, bigotry, don't god mod *unless discussed, just basic human decency+communication please and thanks

I am mostly iconless at the moment, some muses are hard to pick an fc for/or replacement fcs etc

Memes are open always, just specify the meme+your muse/mine as applicable and same with opens (I also enjoy multiple threads)

You don't have to match my format or length, just give me something to work with

I've been working on being more social ooc, if this is also something helpful to get the gears rolling etc just give me a little nudge (we can ramble about our muses ooc on d.iscord & I genuinely love listening to people's hcs for their muses etc)

Highest activity muses at present:

-Vesper (d.octor who oc) chaos child of the cosmos, the offspring of the m.aster & doctor in another reality.

-Ashe (d.octor who oc) fell through time & space as a kid, memories literally burning up to keep them alive and constantly pulled through/memory issues ever since.

-Gabriel B.outin (b.astard son & devil himself but also has been adopted out of canon since it got cancelled) queer, french witch that's actually softer than defenses built up for protection.

-T.ilda Weber (the i.mperfects but adopted out of cancelled canon too) punk rock singer of her band, born with an genetic condition that lead to an experiment and the developing of hyperacusis+banshee powers. Looking to get cured so can sing without it hurting+go on tour again and not be physically hurting from noise. *or has adjusted and become somewhat morally gray

-Stevie (superpowered oc) with the ability to manipulate ink, generally prone to helping others and just focuses on living their life. Which usually is long bar tending shifts for the most part just the usual day to day.

-The M.aster (further down the road/regeneration ??) Quite bored with most everything including the usual song & dance. Usually written around the start of the regeneration but can be written towards the later of it.

-Christopher H.argreeves (t.ua canon/expanded on as able to shapeshift and not dead) Taking on the form of an cube and ending up stuck in human form post kugelblitz. With the desire to seek out their family whoever might remain and no knowledge of anything that happened post explosion.

-Diego H.argreeves (t.ua canon/canon divergent in some details- especially disregarding the end of the show) Tendency to hold grudges but still very loyal to those he cares about. Ability to hold his breath with little limitation and manipulate objects, primarily knives.

-Taylor H.argreeves (t.ua oc that might get a little reworked) Capable of reflecting other's thoughts, their intense emotions and thus struggles with the feelings of everybody else bouncing around inside them 24/7. Left the house as a teenager, the odd rare contact with the others but mainly keeps to himself/his day to day and trying to handle the emotional tidal waves of the world around.

Frequent muse at present:

-C.onstantine *mixed canon, years of self behind the scenes characterization/rping* the one and only chain smoking, con man himself. -L.ucifer *mixed canon, years of self behind the scenes characterization/rping* Club owner, attempting retirement in LA and have constant distraction till either the universe explodes or gets an opportunity to go make an better universe/world.

-Clary F.airchild (s.hadowhunters show/ years rping and canon divergence) funky art lesbian, who got pulled into an world she hadn't planned for and then ends up losing her memories. Gaining the life she'd planned for, but constant migraines as memories attempt to repair etc and lots of something is missing. Her family+found family.

-Alec L.ightwood (s.hadowhunters show/years rping and some canon divergence) Eldest sibling, archer and protector from things that go bump in the night like demons. -Maia R.oberts (s.hadowhunters show/years rping and canon divergences) Turned into an werewolf by her ex, getting her footing in the world as an waitress/bartender at an supernatural bar and pursuing her college education with an love for marine biology specifically.

-Raphael S.antiago (show/years rping and canon divergences) Got turned into an vampire, second in charge for quite some time until becomes the leader of the clan. Found family, not really a people person and actually very kind hearted beneath the grumpy exterior.

-Tyler R.onan (tell me w.hy but also separate from canon) After an incident in his youth, ended up getting sent off away from his twin sister+hometown. Intentions, plans to become an park ranger after going back home to help sort out selling their childhood house. Discovering the truth about that night. Outside of canon written as working on the park ranger plan, or having become one.

-N.athan P.rescott (l.ife is strange, years rping/canon divergence) Mentally ill+some chronic illnesse, not an good person but could with proper treatment or in other realities work towards being just some guy.

-Xavior C.arver -redacted- (l.ife is strange oc either known relation to Nate *twins* or not depending on verse) Lover of chaos, punk rock soul with mental/chronic illness. Skateboarder, artist and one man team frequently making sure stray cats get fixed etc.

[milogreer]

→ redacted audio headcanons ! ↳ blake & bestie edition

my obsession is obsessing so here i am with headcanons !! this is my first real hc post so be nice to me (/j). bestie is gender neutral but they're still more into oc territory than strictly canon so keep that in mind! i'll probably add to this post as i think of new ones 🖤

-> they both have multiple piercings and tattoos; blake has more tattoos, but bestie has more piercings. ↳ some of his include a snake on his right forearm, his sword symbol on his neck/collarbone area (potentially one that looks like it's piercing the skin but idk), and barbed wire just under his knuckles. his ears are pierced and so is his nose. perhaps also his tongue. ↳ some of bestie's tattoos include a crescent moon + stars on one of their fingers, a broken heart next to their eye, and various witchcraft symbols. they have two piercings in each ear, one on both sides of their nose, a belly button piercing, and a septum piercing that is secretly a clip on. ↳ they also have a "matching" tattoo with blake that they got when they were 18; they got them out of a roulette machine! blake got an open eye and bestie got a switchblade :)

-> bestie's a huge music fan and has like a thousand burned CD playlists to fit any mood or scenario they can think of. they don't get into anyone's car without a CD case that holds at least a hundred of them. they have all their playlists on spotify too, but they prefer physical media. ↳ one of their road trip CDs is titled "blake and bestie's infinite playlist" as a reference to the movie nick and norah's infinite playlist.

-> bestie is very physically affectionate with their friends, from holding hands to kissing cheeks and foreheads. naturally, this doesn't sit well with blake's possessiveness; he'll put an arm around their shoulder when in group situations to ward people off. bestie doesn't realize exactly why he's doing this, they just think he's reciprocating the way they show affection.

-> blake stares. intensely. usually at bestie, regardless of what they're doing, but he's generally more of a people watcher than an active member of conversation. dude had very little charm in high school; bestie was the real social butterfly. ↳ he gives bestie scary dog privileges with the staring. whenever anyone asks bestie why he's staring like that, especially at them, they just wave them off dismissively and say, "oh, that's just blake." ↳ his eye contact during convos with bestie is unparalleled, to the point that sometimes even bestie is like, "why do you look like you want to eat me?? i know i look like a snack, but come on-"

-> blake is a radiohead fan. he listens to "creep" whenever he's on the outs with bestie (whether he actually is or if he just thinks he is).

-> bestie's parents love blake, but their younger sister does not. she thinks blake has "bad energy," but bestie never listens to anything she has to say.

-> bestie and cutie are part of the same friend group! they're closer than most of the others (bestie loves a red flag 👍🏼) and likely get together to have gossip sessions over lunch or go to the mall. maybe not Best Friends, but definitely good ones.

-> bestie has had insomnia since junior year of high school. their parents say it started from stress (they're a whiz so they take multiple AP classes), but personally i think blake had something to do with it... ↳ present day, i have a vague idea that their insomnia is partially influenced by blake constantly fucking with their future, but i haven't thought too deeply about it (yet).

-> they can both be judgy bitches, tucking themselves off into a corner at a party to people watch. bestie's a little two-faced in that regard because they can be super friendly one minute and then turn around and be catty behind someone's back the next.

-> reality show enjoyers 🫵🏻 i’m talking the bachelor, love island, jersey shore, real housewives, anything with DRAMA. they’ll binge old seasons during sleepovers and facetime for weekly releases.

-> bestie's a grouch when they're hungry; blake learned to cook specifically for them after the first handful of times he was on the receiving end of their "grumpy morning face."

[underdarken]

THE ASHES YOU LEFT. You are a born a daughter. This is the first great lie you endure, and you endure it for your family. Before you know yourself, you know you are leverage, the bargaining chip by which they might trade the fearful life of an Eastmyr commoner for the gilded, sanctified halls of the spider queen. By your goddess and your guardians, you are made for sacrifice.

You have a brother two decades your senior. Myziket is not home often, but when he is, you know what a patient, supportive bond can be. You are a withdrawn and vigilant child all the more when he leaves again. One day, he does not return. Your parents will not tell you why. You are now truly alone.

The seed of Myziket's kindness is planted nonetheless. You are age twelve when you begin to feel a new thing: rage. You are age twelve when you shred your clothes and fashion new ones from the remains. You are age twelve when you take your curls and nearly rend them from your head. ( You settle for binding them high and away. ) You are age twelve when the mirror tells you the smattering of freckling scales are darkening, toughening, noticeable beyond reckoning. You are age twelve when you call flame.

Their feeble pleas about your selfishness in doing this, as though the outliers in your identity are a conspiracy against them, are just that: feeble. Suddenly, your parents fear you. You are not a daughter. You are next to useless in their every ambitious scheme and demand. It is the first relief you have known in your life.

They must call for Vindolanax. The first time you meet him, it is years later. You are age sixteen. The time to elapse presents a new difficulty, and you are at the mercy of all that you feel and the consuming flame it tends to bring forward. Sometimes it serves you, and you are able to seize odd jobs that magic facilitates. Sometimes you feel it, steps away from irreversible disaster. You want desperately to control it with certainty, make it your armor and your gift, and not the other way around.

You come to know it is fortunate your parents are able to reach Vindolanax at all. He has not seen you since your infancy, and you know this to be true. You have no prior recollection of him. He is no mystery for long. He tells you that you have his blood in your veins, your mother his child, and share in his affinity for the arcane. He will help you to hone your skills if you will accept and travel with him.

This is what you want. This is not how you want it. You want Men./.zoberr./.anzan to be made to admit it was wrong about you, wrong to chew you up and spit you out. You want to spite your parents. You want to know your goddess's approval in place of her bloodied wrath.

You are a young fool with a spark of idealism resolutely in you. It will snuff out before long, and you will wish you had gone with him. You don't.

You stay. You work your jobs. You attain some skill. You venture farther into the wilds of the Under./.dark. You are age nineteen when you meet your first love. Even now, you do not have the heart to think of her name, but once, you could think of nothing else.

You are contracted to recover lost cargo and meet during the task. The journey is long, grueling, six months of unforeseen complications and expedition casualties. By the time its end approaches, the two of you are exhausted in every way but no less enamored with each other.

She does not survive the trip home.

You are inconsolable. You do not know how to speak of or show it. You don't. You return to the stifling house shared with your parents, but you learn the art of disappearance as Myziket did. You are gone more than you are there. You are busy more than you are idle. You are surviving. You must.

You are age twenty-two. You are a ragged wound waiting to tear fully open. The noblewoman is all too happy to do it for you. Your existence has been a shadow of someone like hers, her station alone designed to preserve the status quo. You should know better. She whispers promises of security, safety. Indefinite control of your gifts. She deceives you by delivering, the truth sprinkled in the lie. Another sorcerer in her employ begins to train you. You are afforded the facade of ease and respect by association. You are showered in her attentions and affections.

You pay her in the cinders of her rivals. You are now a condensed inferno. She wields you as a swordsman does a blade. Lie by comfortable lie, you let her until the inconvenience of your needs and wants wear at the foundation of your arrangement. You angle for your freedom and severance. She will grant it without prejudice, she says, if you complete one final task for her. You must get rid of her sister.

You are age twenty-eight. You stand in the mezzanine, watching the party. You are on the precipice of an unknown future. You are a mess of nerves and panic. You should have left then and tried again later. You don't. The flame intended for the sister catches and catches, the building and everyone in it. You do not stay for the outcome. You know you have blown all hopes of discretion and secrecy.

You lie low to regain your wits. You hear the story of a commoner's treachery on the streets. You know it is time to leave the city that raised and caged you. You can never return.

You are as fortunate to find Vindolanax as your parents were. You are numb when you arrive. He takes you into his many homes. You begin to know the other side of your family, hidden in these remote spaces. It is a quiet change of pace that allows you to sit with your life's worth of grief and rage. Your grandfather - for that is who he is, you realize - is a balm when you bluster and a support when you break. He offers to you again the wisdom you once declined. You accept. You wish you listened before.

You safeguard his sanctuaries and lairs from the ill intent of others. This is the most honest work you have done. Even feeling the ghost of the dagger in your back, you are nearly content here. Nearly is not the same as wholly.

Season bleeds into season, year into year. You are seventy-four. You begin your trial runs to the surface. You know on your next attempt, you will not return to the familiar shadows below. Your grandfather senses you are ready to move on. He encourages you to find your brother among the coastal cities.

You reel with the knowledge Myziket lives after all this time. Any sorrow you harbor for this departure melts away in hopes of a reunion in its place. When you go, you do not look back.

Maintaining communication with Vindolanax and now Myziket, you make your home and mercenary livelihood in the Gate. Your specialties are artifact location and reclamation, and bounty collection. You keep busy. You keep clients as contacts. You get paid. You are away from the city as often as you are within it.

You are one-hundred-and-twenty-four - and there is a strange airship on the horizon.

[scprojectexhausts]

Importance of SC Project bike exhausts?

SC Project exhausts offer several potential benefits for motorcycle riders. While some people may view them primarily as noise-makers, exhausts play a critical role in the overall performance, efficiency, and safety of motorcycles. Here are some key points highlighting the importance of bike exhausts:

Exhaust Gas Flow: The primary purpose of a motorcycle exhaust system is to expel the exhaust gases produced during the combustion process. The exhaust system consists of various components, including headers, catalytic converters (in some cases), mufflers, and tailpipes. These components work together to guide and channel the exhaust gases safely out of the engine and away from the rider and passenger.

Performance Enhancement: An appropriately designed exhaust system can contribute to improved performance in motorcycles. By optimizing the flow of exhaust gases, reducing backpressure, and enhancing scavenging effects, a well-designed exhaust can help increase engine power output and torque. Performance gains can be particularly noticeable in high-performance motorcycles or those modified for racing purposes.

Sound Management: While excessive noise can be a nuisance, motorcycle exhaust systems are designed to strike a balance between sound output and acceptable noise levels. Noise regulations and environmental concerns play a role in defining the permissible noise levels for motorcycles. Manufacturers often engineer exhaust systems to comply with these regulations while still providing an appealing sound characteristic to enhance the riding experience.

Emissions Control: In many countries, motorcycles are subject to emissions regulations to minimize their environmental impact. Motorcycle exhausts may incorporate catalytic converters or other emissions control devices to reduce harmful emissions such as carbon monoxide (CO), nitrogen oxides (NOx), and hydrocarbons (HC). These devices help motorcycles meet emission standards and contribute to cleaner air quality.

Rider Safety: Bike exhausts also play a role in rider safety. The sound produced by the exhaust system can alert other road users, such as pedestrians and drivers, of the presence of a motorcycle, reducing the risk of accidents caused by lack of awareness. Furthermore, the design and positioning of the exhaust system are crucial to prevent accidental contact with hot exhaust components, minimizing the risk of burns or other injuries to the rider and passenger.

Aesthetics and Customization: Bike exhausts contribute to the overall aesthetics of a motorcycle. Many riders appreciate the visual appeal of different exhaust designs and use them as an opportunity for customization or personalization. Aftermarket exhaust systems are available in various shapes, materials, and finishes, allowing riders to enhance the visual appeal of their motorcycles to suit their individual tastes.

It's worth noting that while motorcycle exhausts have their benefits, it's important for riders and manufacturers to ensure compliance with local regulations regarding noise and emissions to promote responsible riding and environmental consciousness.

[thelovelybitten]

vera’s first watch of south park — season five (part 2)

i am sick and in need of a giggle so this is WHAT I WANT

EPISODE 6:

OH GOD IT BURNS, IT BURNS

SCREAM FOR ME BITCH

LMAOOOO ICONIC

wait what

WHAT

WHAT THE FUCK

no cartman NO STOP UR EIGHT

this is so awks i can’t ew

BUTTER’S, CRAIG’S AND TOLKIEN’S FAMILY TOGETHER AW

and one other finaly idk yet ig oops

WAIT TWEEK’S PARENTS THAT’S IT

STANLEY NO

MY SON KNOWS BETTER STOP IT RN JKFDSKJBGJSD

stan i s2g

NO STOP IT STANLEY MARSH U ARE BEING BAD RN

sharon and randy being parents as they should

oh god sex ed

this is very traumatizing

I LEARNED ABT THIS IN AN ALL GIRLS SCHOOL OKAY IT’S SO AWK

STAN RLY CALLED MR. MACKEY OUT DBGKSBDGKBDSKBS

girls slayed

AYO LADY RELAX

girls are traumatized

stan: “HEY WENDY WHAT DID U GUYS LEARN IN SEX—“

*cue girls screaming and running away*

I’LL TAKE MY STENDY CRUMBS okay

WENDY YELLING “STAY AWAY FROM ME, STAN” HURTS

mini stendy conflict

god miscommunication does wonders huh

boys on the move 2 get protection

not the mackey/choksondik tension

NO NOT Y’ALL MAKING BUTTERS PUT IT ON

CARTMAN SDJBGSBDBGK

tweek coming in CLUTCH

*it does nothing*

i just can’t imagine 8 year olds learning this shit

like wtf

NOT STAN MAKING EVERYONE WEAR ONE

kindergarteners ??????@#?@?@?

LET THEM FINGERPAINT

garrison ?!@?@?@!@ WHAT THE FUCK

not the girls watching a video of childbirth… i’d be scarred too

the random video of a calf birth at the end??

STOP THIS MACKEY NONSENSE

CARTMAN BYUVUYUY

KYLE STOP IT’S NOT THAT DEEP

oh fuck here comes the boys vs girls war

BEBE SLAYED KILLER BOOMERRANG

rip kenny tho

hc: bebe is good at karate/taekwondo

makes clyde/kyle/kenny go wild for her

anyways end hc

ew EW EW WHAT THE FUCK

SKIPPED THIS SHIT BC CRINGE AND NASTY ASS FREAKS

boys vs girls WAR BABY LET’S GOOO

oh shit OH SHIT

FUCK THAT WAS WHACK

chef so real rn

WHAT SDKJBJKDSBGJKDSBKSD

EXCUSE ME

STANLEY MARSH.

STAN: “well, i guess we have a while to wait before we worry about sex and diseases, huh, Wendy?”

SO THIS KID SAYING THE TWO GONNA BANG AT 17

put that in my hc book rn

stendy crumbs my beloved

WENDY: “YEAH, THANK GOD.” JKFBDSKFBDSSD

i’m fucking crying oh my god

STENDYLE SUPREMACY LOOK AT THAT END CARD

ignore cartman being an idiot but STENDYLEEEE

awkward episode but AWSOME EPISODE

EPISODE 7:

KIDDOS PLAYING VIDEO GAMES WHOLESOME

CARTMAN PUT THAT TAMPON BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT

boys are so cute looking at the gamesphere

who the fuck is towelie

ofc the boys play all weekend

AWW DO THEY ALL PLAY BASEBALL THAT’S CUTE

“u wanna get high?” bffr

misses baseball practice and now it’s monday and they gotta go to sckewl

not them stealing towelie but at the same time i don’t care

DO YOU KIDS EVEN KNOW HOW TO DRIVE ?@??@?#?@

what is this merch launch

STAN IS DRIVING AND KENNY IS ON THE PEDAL SABFHASBGBDSG

JFC

NOT TWEEK’S MOM

garrison pls

stan: we don’t care

they have PRIORITIES

CORE FOUR SKYDIVE

oh lord towelie pls

this is so odd ok

they don’t give a FUCK LET THEM PLAY THEIR OKAMA GAMESPHERE

NO KENNY NOT THE LAVA

CARTMAN SO REAL FOR THAT TOWELIE STATEMENT

EPISODE 8:

last ep for tn i think

WHAT THE FUCK ARE U ALL WEARING

butters !!

oh so butters gonna pass out

BUTTERS NO

no bc this is tweeking tweek out

WENDY ENDED CARTMAN SO TRUE

oh it’s the core four… but not.

SHARON MOM WHAT’S WRONG

oh OH

marsh family UNDER SIEGE

tweek baby boi it’s okay

EW WTF

towelie… wtf

BRO TOWELIE THAT WAS SO BAD PLEASE

no THE KIDS

kyle has claustrophobia ?? noted

stan. babe. please.

oh wow okay they rly going this route

i don’t rly wanna talk abt the subject in this ep bc it’s just. not appropriate

cartman pulling a road runner

what is with the bugs bunny refs

kyle: “i’m confused” me too babe

alr bedtime GOOD NITE

EPISODE 9:

HI GAMERS I’M BACC

happy 2 have a day off today to keep binging

lets goooo

AWWW THIS IS THE PICTURE DAY EPISODE JDKFJDSJBG

LOOK AT STAN AND HIS CUTE BLACK HAIR DJSBGKBKSDB HE IS SO BABIE

MY SON <3

stan infact, did not smile.

AYO BEBE GOT THAT DRAG MAKEUP ON SHE AN ALLY

butters OMG :’))))))) his little pink shirt

KENNY MY SON WTF

YOOOOO LOOK AT KYLE’S HAIR IT’S SO POOFY

HE’S SO CUTE

Cartman didn’t have to do all that pls he’s so extra

kenny my son ur a bit psycho for that but i digress

BUTTERS?? KENNY LITERALLY SHOWED HIS ASS

butters my baby boy you did nothing wrong i’m so sad

HOLY FUCK CARTMAN HE REALLY GETTING THAT KENNY PHOTO OUT THERE

STYLE PLAYDATE

cartman bro ur DERANGED

WHAT THE FUCK

ass cheek family I’M SCARRED

FUNNY FUSE

stan and kyle bringing ALL THE BOYS to see butt face parents (all my sons, icons really)

NO BUTTERS SUCH A BAD WAY TO BE GROUNDED

i’m mad he didn’t deserve this

butters pls don’t degrade urself i love u

cartman that’s so wild

kenny and kenny’s mom are scarred too

THE BOYS IN THE WINDOW

OFFICER BARBRADY??? MR. GARRISON? CHEF??? SHELIA???? y’all CRAZY CRAZY

it’s actually kinda nice for cartman to be chill

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GROSS

JIMMY !!!

“what a terrific audience” jimmy is so funny

GOES TO BUTTER’S HOUSE PT 2

a paper bag???? his parents are so mean :’((((

accusing of butters putting on makeup ??? BUT WHAT IF HE LIKES IT???

butter’s dad transphobic he told me so

cartman having a heart <3

“our little man is growing up” style being in charge of cartman is so real of them

“things will start getting more sophisticated around here” stan sweetie i wanna believe u but i can’t. this is south park god dammit.

OKAY BC OF CHARACTER LIMIT I’MMA DO A PART 3

[nights-legacy]

MHA Masterlist

Main Masterlist Request Guidelines

Masterlist #2

{In all the headcanons, the reader’s quirk will be the same as the Help & Hide Series across all unless otherwise stated or requested.}

Smut=💦 Fluff=🌻 Angst=💢

Help and Hide Series.

Trading 3 angrys for 1? - Bakugou Katsuki

Big Heart=Trouble. Kirishima Eijiro

The Good Kind of Obsessed.-Denki Kaminari

Have Patience to Lose It.-Shoto Todoroki

Away from the World. - Izuku Midoriya

Can You Come Back? For Me? - Hitoshi Shinso

My Knight In Shining Armor-Tenya Iida

High Pitch Injury-Aizawa Shouta

Slip Up and Stare Down-Tamaki Amajiki 

Listen to Me, Not Them-Hawks

Don’t Call Me a Hero-Dabi

From My Past Life - Shigaraki Tomura

First Time Trying to Hold Their Hand. Does It Go Right or Wrong? HeadCanons

Something New, Holding Hands-Bakugou

Not That Easy!-Kirishima

Accidental Voltage-Denki

Not What You’re Thinking-Todoroki

Outed by a Mutter-Midoriya

Hand Massage - Shinsou

Honey? Too Tight. - Iida

Got So Lucky-Aizawa

It was Cute-Tamaki

Falling into His Grasp-Hawks

Not Affectionate-Dabi

Don't Hate It. - Shiggy

Shouldn't You Be With Them?

Bakugo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Todoroki, Midoriya, & Shinso 💢 Pt. 2

Iida, Aizawa, Tamaki, Hawks, Dabi, & Shigaraki Pt. 2

HALLOWEEN SERIES

Deep in the Woods ~ Werewolf Bakugo

You Are Safe ~ Red Riding Hood Kirishima

Found Eternity ~ Vampire Todoroki

Haunted Inheritance ~ Ghost Deku

BODY SNATCHED SERIES 💢🌻 masterlist

Imagines

Kidnapped by “Fans” - BakuDeku x reader 💢🌻

Survival on High Emotions-Todoroki 💢🌻

Not Scared of You, but Scared-Midoriya 💢🌻

Spooked Teleportation-Todoroki 🌻

I Don’t Cuddle. Pt. 1-Bakugou  Part 2 💢💢🌻

Homesick Remedies-Denki 🌻

Wolf Sitting-Kirishima 🌻

Left Behind - All Might’s Daughter Pt. 1  Pt. 2 Pt.3 Pt.4 💢🌻

Running Thin - Aizawa 🌻

Between the Two - TodoBaku x reader 🌻

That’s on Them, Not You- Aizawa x Student! Reader (platonic) 🌻

Funny Way of Showing It  Pt. 1- Shinsou x Sister! Reader (platonic) Pt.2 💢🌻

Too Much? Not Enough? - Todobaku x Reader 💢🌻

When Helping becomes Too Much - TodoBaku x Reader 💦

Rough Road Ahead. - KiriKami x Reader 💢🌻

Why Do You Care? - Bakugo 💢🌻

To Empty - ShinTodoBaku x Reader 💢🌻💦

Safe. No Matter What. - Toga Himiko 💢

Why Did You Hide This? - Hawks Pt. 1 Pt. 2 💢🌻

Flustered - Bakugou x Male! Reader

First Time Forgetting - Kirishima 💢🌻

What About Tomorrow? - KiriBaku x Reader 🌻

Imbalance - Aizawa

Experience in Burns - Todoroki 🌻

Pathetic? F*ck No! - Dabi 🌻

Older Brother Traits - Hawks

Pros and Cons - TodoBaku x Reader 🌻

Multi-verse Adoption - KiriBaku x Adopted Teen! Reader 🌻

Restlessness Forewarns - Shinsou x Reader 💢💢

Birthmark Troubles ~ Roki, Kiri, Bakugo 🌻

Day Off - Tensei Iida 🌻

Don't Wanna Go-Tamaki 🌻

Misjudged His Teasing - Kirishima 💢🌻

Take Responsibility - Denki 💦

Kidnapped by "True Love" - Todoroki💢

Comfort for Loss HC - Bakugo, Shinso, Hawks, & Dabi 💢

Always Heal You - KiriBaku x Reader💢🌻

Lost & Found - Todoroki💢🌻

Little Cutie-Hawks Pt. 2 🌻

Equal...- BakuKami x Reader Pt. 2 💢🌻

Scared Stain - Aizawa & Hawks💢

The Way You Are - Todoroki💢🌻

Automotive Apprehension - Kaminari💢🌻

Sing Along - Bakugou Soulmate AU 🌻

Go Through Me - Kirishima 💢🌻

Sea Monster Quirk ~ Class 1-A x Reader (platonic)

Take Me Away- Villain Todoroki 💢

Take Care Of It Myself Pt. 1 - Kaminari Pt.2 Pt. 3💢

I Respect You - Kirishima 🌻

Sneaking Up On You (comfort) Aizawa, Kiri, Bakugo

Baby Detector? - Hawks 🌻

Can't Lose Them- MonoShin x Reader 💢🌻

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The Devil Made Me Do It

The Devil Made Me Do It

Flip Zimmerman x Reader x Devil Kylo Ren

Word Count: 13.2k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Threesome. Horror Themes. Gore. Violence. Burning Alive. Occult Themes. Angst.

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Author’s Note: Please enjoy a one-time Halloween and Kinktober special! I’ve gotten numerous requests for threesome content over the months and have declined them. I usually am not into threesome action because I HC my guys as being far too possessive to be game for that. Unless they have no choice… Happy Halloween 😈

Bobbing headlights illuminated a winding two-lane road, lined by aspen and pine trees. The light from an unusually red waxing full moon sitting high in the night sky glinted off the windshield. Flip hazarded a glance upward out of the window of his truck as he sped too fast around the curves of the mountain road. He had never seen a moon so luminous or so red. A ‘blood moon,’ as the hippies were calling it. 

Not having time to ponder it for longer than the span of his fleeting glance, Flip returned his eyes to the road ahead of him. He was running late. He hated to run fucking late and on the rare occasion he did, it was almost exclusively your fault. He was only appeased by the lingering taste of you on his lips, rolling on his tongue as he chewed on his cigarette. 

Even so, he shouldn’t have let you lure him into running late today. Today was a big day.

Flip had been after these people for months. This cult. Or what the fuck ever they called themselves. He had arrested a few here and there, just the followers he was able to catch committing petty crimes like vandalism. He hadn’t been able to catch anyone in the act of any of the things he wanted to charge them with. The brainwashing. The kidnapping. The murders. So far, he had only found the remnants of their rituals throughout his usually quiet town. Every crime scene was filled with artifacts and symbols the likes of which Flip hadn’t even been able to identify yet, but never any physical evidence apart from the victims themselves. 

Flip didn’t just want to catch the acolytes. He wanted the leader, the man behind the curtain. He had enough experience to know that there was one man behind it all, even though he had no evidence of it. He felt like he was chasing a shadow. He also felt like the spectral bastard was laughing at him from the penumbra, just beyond his grasp. 

Flip was going to end that today. 

After months of work, Flip had finally gotten the jump on them. He had figured out where they were going to be and when, and he had managed to get a warrant. A warrant which was to be served at midnight, not unusual police procedure for a no-knock warrant. 

Finally pulling into the driveway of a secluded sprawling mansion, Flip turned his headlights off. Using the light of the obliging blood moon to drive closer to the residence, Flip was met with a large contingent of officers in squad cars and the SWAT van. All of whom were waiting on Flip to lead the charge. 

Ron greeted Flip as soon as Flip quietly closed the door to his truck after stepping out. Ron held out a bulletproof vest for Flip to turn and slide his large arms through. 

“Most men tell their wives that they’ll take care of their honey-do list when they’re not running late for work,” Ron teased, helping Flip shrug on the vest that was too tight for his huge frame. 

“Most men don’t have a list like I have from a wife like I have,” Flip replied with a smirk. 

“Did she already have your tongue right where she wanted it tonight, so you couldn’t say no?” Ron continued as Flip secured the vest in place. 

“Somethin’ like that.” Flip agreed, winking at his friend before drawing his handgun to perform a final check. 

Gun drawn, Flip patted Ron on the shoulder and gestured for the other officers to prepare to enter the house. 

On the occasion that you watched a cop movie with Flip late at night while lying in bed nestling your head on his chest, it was always at this point that he couldn’t help but protest when the star detective led the men dramatically through the front door. 

No detective with a brain does that. You let the guys who want to be Rambo go in first. Let ‘em bust in that door and exchange gunfire and risk a bullet to the head. Flip would complain to you. Stupid. It just makes the detective look stupid. 

Absolutely stupid, you would always agree, secretly ambivalent because it made the lead character look all the more manly. 

Tonight, however, Flip decided that he would in fact lead the charge. Something about this case felt personal to him in a way he couldn’t consciously articulate. Like a wolf with the scent of blood in his nose, Flip wanted to have the first taste of his prey this time, even if it meant being more reckless than usual. 

Leading the team of officers and SWAT, Flip moved silently up the steps to the front door. A no-knock warrant meant exactly that, that the officers didn’t need to announce their presence before entering. 

Beside Flip, one of the SWAT team stepped forward holding a ram, wasting no time in slamming it into the door and splintering it open. Flip and another officer covered the interior of the mansion, guns aimed at the ready, barrels following their line of sight as they canvassed a large foyer. 

The interior of the house was vacant and dark. At least, what Flip could see immediately. He had reviewed intel of the mansion before tonight and had the floor plan memorized. At the mansion’s center was a cavernous dining room, large enough to serve as a small ballroom. Large enough to conduct the strange occult rituals. 

Ron found his way to Flip’s side as Flip began to advance down a darkened marble hallway, a contingent of SWAT behind him. Another team of officers spread out in the opposite direction. 

On Flip’s right, a door burst open. Instantly, Flip’s gun tracked on the source, as a man and woman rushed through, laughing. The man’s face almost collided with the barrel of Flip’s gun, making him stumble backwards off balance in shock and fear. Arms flailing, he fell back against the woman, both stunned at the numerous guns trained on them. 

“Whoa man, we don’t want any trouble,” the man stuttered, raising his hands. The woman followed suit. They were both dressed in nothing but plain black robes with matching silver pentagram necklaces. 

“Where’s the real party happenin’ tonight?” Flip asked, his voice low. 

“In the dining room. The ritual’s in the dining room. We weren’t doin’ anything, man. Just a little pregame fun.” The man looked back at the frightened woman behind him. 

“Get them the fuck outta here,” Flip commanded a rookie officer, who was only too eager to leave the mansion along with the young couple. 

Taking a deep breath, Flip led his team ahead. The rooms and hallways were completely silent, save for the occasional scuff of a boot or jingle of metal from Flip’s own men. 

As he slowly penetrated deeper into the mansion, toward the area he knew contained the large dining room, he began to hear a low hypnotic chant echoing faintly toward him. His nose was also met with the spicy scent of incense. Both sound and scent grew stronger with each passing step. 

The hallway ended at a large pair of paneled double doors. They were slightly ajar, cracked open just enough for flickering light to peek through the crack. 

Holding up his left fist, Flip signaled his team to stop while he and Ron silently approached the door to peer through the crack into the dining room. 

Flip didn’t know what the hell he was expecting to see, but it damn sure wasn’t the sight that greeted him. 

The room was dimly lit by hundreds of candles, their flickering light casting an eerie glow over the occult proceeding as smoky incense wafted heavily in the air. Twenty-five or so figures in hooded black robes knelt in a circle, chanting in a low rhythmic tone. In their center was a large, ancient looking stone alter, its sides and legs engraved with strange symbols. Sprawled eagle on the table, a stark-naked young woman writhed in pleasure, her whimpers and moans rising above the chanting. At the end of the table by the woman’s feet stood a huge, towering man. He leaned forward over the woman but not yet touching her, his hands planted on either side of her hips. He too wore a black robe of a finer quality than the others. His hood was thrown back, revealing a head of glossy shoulder-length black hair. 

“Police! Hands behind your head,” Flip shouted in his most commanding tone, well-honed in the military, as he burst into the room. 

The man at the table jerked his head toward Flip, still leaning over the woman like a lion over his kill. Flip knew a dangerous man when he saw one and even he had never before seen an expression so dangerous and feral. He swore he heard a low growl coming from the man as his eyes flashed with the same glow contained in the flames of the candles. 

Flip trained his gun right between the man’s fiery eyes and the moment passed as quickly as it had arisen. 

“Hands up,” Flip repeated menacingly, keeping his eyes on the man. 

None of the kneeling cultists moved, even when Flip’s team entered the room behind him, issuing the same command. All the acolytes looked toward their leader, more concerned with him than the contingent of police. 

Slowly, the man straightened to his full impressive height. His eyes locked on Flip’s, seeming wholly unconcerned about the gun aimed at his head. 

“You heard Detective Zimmerman,” the man said in a resonant tone. With a curt gesture of his hand, his followers all stood in unison, raising their hands. 

The woman on the table began crying almost hysterically. Crawling forward, she reached to grab at the leader’s robe. “Master, please-“ 

The woman’s voice cut off mid-sentence as if an invisible hand had been clapped over her mouth. The man spared her a contemptuous glance over his shoulder before returning his attention to Flip. 

Raising his hands to shoulder height, the man took a few steps toward Flip, a smirk playing on his full lips. 

“Against the wall. Hands behind your back,” Flip barked at the man as the other officers flooded the room, securing the suspects. 

Flip grinned at Ron who appeared to be having a hell of a time wrestling the naked woman to the ground without hurting her or getting his own eyes clawed out in the process. Patrice is gonna love hearin’ about that. 

The man walked slowly to the wall, leaning his chest against it and obediently crossing his wrists behind his back as Flip followed him. 

“How do you know my name?” Flip asked. 

“That is the foremost question on your mind is it, Detective?” The man mused smugly. 

“Forget it,” Flip replied tersely. He wasn’t in the mood for more bullshit anyway. “What’s your name, slick?” 

“I have many names,” the man spoke over his shoulder. “Which would you prefer?” 

“Just give me the one that’s on your damn driver’s license,” Flip instructed gruffly, his annoyance rising at the man’s game. 

“I’ve never had a use for a driver’s license,” the man said with a grin. 

“Fine. Have it your way, Casanova,” Flip said, planting his left hand between the man’s shoulder blades, ensuring he was pinned against the wall. He wondered if the bastard was already planning some type of insanity defense. 

The woman whom Ron had finally managed to wrap in a robe, still struggled in his grip, evading his attempts to handcuff her. Hearing the exchange between Flip and the mysterious man, she turned to yell at Flip. 

“Have some respect when you’re in the presence of the Prince of Darkness, you fucking pig!” She spat at Flip as Ron dragged her toward the exit. 

“Prince of Darkness? Is that the line that’s workin’ on the girls these days?” Flip asked the man, huffing a laugh. “Lucifer, huh? Is that Lucy for short?” 

“You think you can arrest the Devil?” The man asked far too calmly and too amused. 

“Well, the Devil’s a new one for me,” Flip paused, pretending to think as he retrieved his handcuffs from his belt. “But I’ve arrested Cupid and Santa before.” 

Flip snapped the cuffs around one of the man’s thick wrists. 

“I’ve even arrested several Jesuses. Everyone at the fuckin’ station loves givin’ me hell over those cases, with me bein’ Jewish and all,” he laughed again as he secured the second cuff. 

Flip turned the man around to face him, patting down the breast and waist of his robe. 

“I’ll give you credit though, none of them had your flair,” Flip teased as he finished his pat down. 

“I shall give you the chance to walk away, Detective,” the man adopted a more solemn tone, looking Flip dead in the eye. “Walk away now. Leave this place and myself alone and no harm shall come to you.” 

“Awfully considerate of you,” Flip laughed outright. 

“Should you follow this course and persist in ruining my enjoyment, the consequences for those actions shall be on your shoulders,” the man warned. 

Definitely goin’ for the insanity defense. 

“C’mon, this can’t be the worst day you’ve ever had. At least you’re not losin’ your fiddle to a hillbilly in Georgia tonight,” Flip joked, surprised when the man flashed him a smile in response. 

“As you wish, Detective,” the man said lightly but in such a way that the hairs on the back of Flip’s neck raised at his words. 

Flip heard Ron cuss behind him. Turning away from his prisoner, he saw the woman had twisted out of Ron’s grasp after apparently landing a knee to his crotch. The woman rushed at Flip, her eyes crazed. 

Taking two long strides toward her, Flip stopped the woman with a vice grip on her shoulders. He spun her effortlessly in his grip, turning her back to his chest and hugging around her arms and torso, subduing her easily. 

“Get it together, rookie!” He boomed at Ron, impervious to the woman struggling violently in his hold, before continuing with a smirk. “I’m dealin’ with the Devil himself over here and you can’t keep this girl under control?” 

“Yeah, yeah, Zimmerman,” Ron glared good-naturedly at Flip as he took custody of the woman back from Flip. 

Flip’s laugh died on his lips when he turned back around. The man was gone. Completely fucking vanished. 

He couldn’t have escaped. He damn sure couldn’t be hiding anywhere. But all that Flip could find where the man had stood were his handcuffs. What was left of them anyway. They were mostly melted away, the remnants of the cuffs and chain melded to the floor, steam rising from them as they cooled. 

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The entirety of the day was spent booking suspects and writing reports. Long into the evening, Flip found himself buried in a mountain of paperwork, trying his best to finish so he could get home to you. Only he and Landers remained at the station, Flip finishing his work and Landers having drawn the short straw of keeping an eye on the phones. 

It was far too late for an ordinary legal visit. 

Yet, when Flip heard a deep muffled voice speaking to Landers, Flip made his way to the front lobby to find Landers going over procedure for a legal visit with what appeared to be a defense attorney. 

No, it wasn’t a fucking lawyer. It was the dark man from the occult bust. He had traded his black robe for an equally black suit. The man now looked impeccably refined. His sharply tailored suit accentuated his impressive physique in the way that only the finest bespoke fashion afforded. Even his shoes were oiled to meticulous perfection. The man’s eyes immediately focused on Flip, his lips twisting upward at the sight of him. 

“Detective Zimmerman.” The man flashed a grin that held more malice than mirth. 

Reaching into his inner breast pocket, he retrieved a business card that he handed to Flip. It was heavyweight parchment style card stock with simple crisp letters. Expensive. Flip read the single printed line. 

Kylo Ren, Esq. 

“A fuckin’ lawyer,” Flip huffed. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.” 

Kylo watched him, an amused gleam shining in his unnatural eyes. 

“This smoke and mirrors bullshit isn’t gonna work with me, pal,” Flip told the other man, standing to his full height and squaring his shoulders. “I know you were there. I don’t know how you got away but I know it was you. I fuckin’ cuffed you myself.” 

“Did you?” Kylo asked teasingly, as he raised his wrists to appraise the absence of handcuffs around them. 

“That was a pretty slick trick you pulled back there, but I can assure you that you’re fuckin’ with the wrong guy,” Flip lowered his voice, feeling his temper seethe and boil. 

“I assure you, Detective, I can fuck with whomever I wish,” Kylo told him with another sinister grin. 

“Try it,” Flip challenged, his hands balling into fists, hoping the bastard would lose it and throw a swing his way. Give him a reason to unleash. 

“Perhaps I shall,” Kylo mused calmly. “Until then, and until you have a warrant to detain me, I have other matters to attend.” 

Finished with his discussion, Kylo walked ahead toward the holding cells, pushing his way bodily by Flip. 

Flip turned with a growl, reaching out to grab the equally large man by the shoulder of his fancy ass suit. 

Before Flip’s hand connected, Landers stepped quickly in front of him, between the two larger men. 

“Take it down a notch, Zimmerman,” he said, voice dripping with smarm. “He’s right about legal visits. I’ll take the lawyer down to talk to his clients. No need to be an asshole about it.” 

Snarling under his breath, Flip followed Landers and the dark lawyer down the halls to the holding cells. The blood had all but drained from his knuckles with the tightness of his clenched fists. 

The final stretch of hallway leading to the holding cells was broken up into two segments for security. The first was a room that functioned as a limbo between the relatively unsecured body of the precinct and the cells themselves, a long room between two thick metal doors. 

Anger wafted heavily in the air, thicker than the smoke rising from Flip’s cigarette and huffing from his nose, as he eyed the lawyer. Kylo stood calmly, waiting for Landers to unlock the second door. 

Kylo turned to meet Flip’s piercing glare with his haughty unruffled stare, his lips curling into a smirk upon seeing Flip’s simmering temper. 

Landers led Kylo into a hallway lined with several holding cells. The largest cell usually served as the drunk tank but had been repurposed tonight to accommodate the numerous occultists until they could each be processed individually. Flip followed, lingering a few yards behind and casually leaning against an empty cell on the opposite side of the hallway from the holding cell filled with occultists. 

Near Flip, separated by only a few feet and a few bars, was a serial killer who had been apprehended only days before. The loathsome man took the opportunity to sneer remarks at Flip, whose attention was singularly focused on the lawyer as Landers opened the holding cell to admit him inside. 

“Tell me who you want out first and I’ll take you to a private room,” Landers told him, closing the cell door behind Kylo. 

A collective rush of elation resounded through the cell from the excited mouths of the occultists at the sight of Kylo, many of whom dropped to their knees amid whimpered apologies. 

Flip heard several different voices echo the same sentiment, “I’m sorry we failed you, Master.” Weird fuckin’ people. 

Also watching the display, Landers turned to look at Flip with a sneer, “What do you think is crazier? These nut bags worshipping the Devil? Or them hiring this tight ass as their lawyer?” 

Ignoring Landers as he usually did, his eyes fixed on Kylo, Flip saw the lawyer suck his teeth at Landers’ remark. 

The young woman who Flip had saved from the alter rushed Kylo, arms outstretched. She was halted instantly by Kylo’s huge firm hand shooting out to the center of her chest, fingers curling slightly around her throat as he held her away from him at arm’s length. 

“You have failed,” Kylo said coolly. “You have all failed miserably. I am deeply disappointed.” 

“Hands to yourselves,” Flip barked, louder than necessary. “I’m not hostin’ playtime here.” 

At Flip’s command, Kylo turned his head slowly to look at Flip over his shoulder. When Kylo met Flip’s glare, the lawyer’s eyes were no longer hazel, they glinted ember orange, as if his irises were lit from within by an internal flame. Kylo’s grin dripped with malevolence when his lips curled to expose his teeth. Holding Flip’s gaze, Kylo’s hand snaked up the woman’s neck, tightening around her throat. 

Flip lunged forward to stop the fearsome man. No, he tried to lunge forward. His brain issued the order but his limbs refused to respond. It was as though he was trapped in a nightmare wherein his body disobeyed his every command and his limbs were packed with unresponsive sand instead of rigid muscle. 

Landers must have been similarly affected. He was rooted in place with one hand outstretched to reach toward the cell door. A strained scream forced its way out of Landers’ throat. 

Flip watched, transfixed by horror, as Landers’ exposed skin began to sizzle and boil like bacon in a frying pan. 

As Landers seemed to burn from the inside out, Kylo’s grip on the woman’s throat tightened until she was sputtering and gurgling, clawing and slapping desperately at his face and chest. Kylo, calm and even amused, still watched Flip, as he lifted the woman off the ground with the single hand around her neck. 

Flip tried to yell, to move, to do anything, but he was frozen in place. A darkly humorous thought as the inside of the holding cell grew hotter by the second, fast becoming an oven. 

Landers’ scream devolved into a wet gurgling sigh as his skin began to melt and peel away from his body, sloughing off in fatty rinds. In seconds, what remained of his body crumpled to the floor in a greasy bloody heap of mangled tissue. 

Still struggling in Kylo’s grasp, the woman he held aloft began to smoke. Tendrils of black fumes rose from her body and steam sizzled from her eyes and open mouth. Her death was more merciful than Landers. In seconds, her body was turned completely to black ash. With a rough clench of Kylo’s fist, he crushed the ashen form, a cloud of black dust rising through the air as the ash fell to the floor. 

Flip was so entranced by the macabre display, he didn’t notice the flames that had risen from the floor in the back of the cell until they started to climb the walls. 

The occultists were now begging and crying amid their panicked screams, begging their ‘master’ to show them mercy. 

Flames licked from the walls across the floor, pausing only to attach to a shrieking occultist, quickly encompassing the entirety of the cell. Including Kylo. People screamed and rolled on the floor, trying futilely to stop the burning of their flesh, as the flames consumed them further. 

Standing tall and dark inside the fiery chamber was Kylo Ren. His hands were now clasped in front of him, his head cocking from side to side slowly as he watched the burning butchery surrounding him. 

The fire quickly breached the confines of the cell, spreading down the hallway away from Flip and also snaking maliciously toward him. He could feel the heat stinging his face and his eyes begin to water, still unable to command his body into motion. 

As the bodies finally stopped writhing, a grim silence fell over the room, broken only by the pops and crackles of the fire itself. 

Kylo finally moved from his center most place in the flames, walking casually to the locked cell door. Reaching both his hands to grip the steel bars, he held them for only a moment before they melted away like butter under his touch. The bars melted down to the floor and up to the ceiling, dripping orange molten metal down from the roof. 

The fire had overtaken the end of the holding cell hallway and was now feet away from Flip. Flames crawled toward him along the floor, walls, and ceiling, a tunnel of swirling flames. Worse than the heat of the flames was the choking burn of the smoke that penetrated his lungs, weakening his body from the inside and hazing his thoughts. 

Stepping through the bars, Kylo paused to straighten his tie and dust some molten debris from his shoulder. His features and suit were still pristine in every way, not a single ebony hair out of place. 

Smirk still on his lips, Kylo walked to Flip. Stopping only inches in front of the Detective, Kylo’s eyes scanned his body before returning to bore into Flip’s. Flames nipped at Kylo’s pants as he regarded Flip silently for several long seconds. 

The only thing Flip could physically do was narrow his eyes and bare his teeth, but he hoped the bastard got the message. His last thoughts, however, were not of ripping Kylo’s heart out of his chest. He thought of your shining eyes and bright smile, the sound of your laugh and his name on your lips, the way you feel inside his arms and beneath his body. 

“Interesting,” Kylo mused, looking into Flip’s eyes so intensely that he could have been looking into his very soul. “How very interesting.” 

Kylo grabbed Flip’s shoulder, turning him roughly toward the exit before dropping his hand down between Flip’s shoulder blades to push him forcibly ahead. 

At Kylo’s touch, the spell over Flip’s body was broken. Coughing harshly, he stumbled forward, off balance and dizzy from smoke, toward the exit with Kylo following closely. 

As Kylo walked with a chilled laxity, the flames followed closely behind him, polite enough not to overtake their master. 

Flip reached the door, fumbling with the lock and the heated metal that burned his fingers. While Flip struggled, Kylo paused at the cell of the serial killer, regarding him silently before placing his hand on the bars of his cell to melt them away. 

“Love your work,” Kylo commented, as the killer staggered free. 

Flip wrenched the door open just in time for Kylo to shove him through before the flames overtook the room. The serial killer had a few spare seconds to rush through behind them. Flip made a grab after his fleeing figure but missed, still choking on smoke. 

Kylo grabbed Flip’s upper arm, manhandling his stumbling form through the second room and out into the clearer air of the precinct. 

Calmly, Kylo walked to the nearest phone. His voice was measured when he called to report that an electrical fire had erupted during his legal visit with his clients and that only he and Detective Zimmerman were lucky enough to escape a fiery death. 

“Although a formality at this point, ambulances should best be dispatched,” Kylo finished before hanging up the phone and returning to Flip. 

“What the fuck are you?” Flip snarled, voice gravely and thick, yanking his arm away as Kylo again tried to lead him ahead. 

“You know what I am. Or should I say whom.” Kylo offered an almost imperceptible bow. “Perhaps this conversation would be best continued outside.” 

Flip couldn’t argue with the bastard on that point. Pushing himself forward, he made his way through the precinct and out of the exit with Kylo on his heels. 

Crashing through the precinct doors, Flip stumbled outside like a drunkard into the cool evening. Inhaling deeply, he flooded his lungs with crisp fresh air, only to be racked with a hacking cough that nearly brought him to his knees on his exhale. 

This might take the fun outta smokin’ for a while, he thought darkly. 

Another deep coughing breath abated most of the dizziness that swirled behind Flip’s eyes. His third breath corrected his stumbling clumsiness. 

Finally back in control of his body, Flip rounded on Kylo. The pompous ass stood with his arms crossed over his broad chest, regarding Flip with an amused grin. 

Flip’s right hand was swinging before he even consciously knew it, slamming his iron fist into Kylo’s smirk. A blow Flip knew from much experience could crush bone and easily knock a man unconscious. 

Kylo’s head snapped to the side when Flip’s fist connected with his lips, but his body didn’t move or crumple; his eyes didn’t roll back in his head and his legs didn’t give out. None of the reactions Flip had seen from every other recipient of one of his blows. 

Coolly, pointedly, Kylo returned his head back to face forward, meeting Flip’s eyes. For just a moment, Flip swore he saw a glow in Kylo’s irises like cinders flickering in a shot of whiskey, before Kylo’s features resumed their amused edge. 

Kylo raised a hand, tracing his thumb across his lower lip to wipe away a single drop of blood. His eyes never left Flip’s. 

“How very feeble, Detective,” Kylo said as he rubbed the blood between his thumb and forefinger. 

The wail of fast approaching sirens drew Flip’s attention, looking down the street. Reflexively, his hand moved toward the gun in his shoulder holster at the thought of Kylo killing more people today, even though he knew his gun would make no difference at all. 

“You needn’t worry, Detective,” Kylo said, reading the thought in Flip’s mind. “I have no use of more mayhem. For now.” 

Flip glared at Kylo, his breath heavy and ragged, letting his hand fall back to his side. 

“Although, I hope you have been sufficiently educated as to how I reprimand those who fail me. Those who frustrate my purposes.” Kylo’s voice took on a dangerous edge as he continued, “Much as you yourself have done, Detective. However, I now think that may have been for the best.” 

Flip’s only response was the angry twitch of a muscle under his left eye. 

“Fortunately, there is a way for you to make amends to me,” Kylo continued, unruffled by Flip’s demeanor. 

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?” Flip’s voice was still as rasping as a graveyard from the smoke and fumes. 

“You should call your lovely wife. Best not to worry her.” The malicious grin on Kylo’s lips as he spoke chilled Flip to his bones, despite the flames from the building. 

“What- how do you know about my fuckin’ wife,” Flip snarled, his hands clenching into fists at his side. 

“I know everything about your luscious wife,” Kylo assured Flip, taking a step closer himself until his chest nearly brushed against Flip’s. “Except, perhaps, why she allowed herself to become yours, Detective. She is by far your superior.” 

Flip’s reply was cut off by the screeching arrival of ambulances and firetrucks. A flurry of frantic activity halted the exchange between the two men. 

Paramedics immediately dragged Flip to the ambulance, forcing him to sit on its bumper while they gave him oxygen and verified that he had no significant injuries. He was also able to get a call into you, telling you a watered-down version of the day’s events and assuring you that he’d be home in one piece. 

Across the parking lot, Kylo gave a statement to an officer. His haughty smirking eyes met Flip’s on occasion, stoking the flame of Flip’s anger. The other officers on scene knew Flip well enough to know they had best hold off on questioning him for a few days. 

Upon finishing with the officer, Kylo strolled to Flip. Hands thrust into his pockets, his demeanor was as relaxed as if he were out for nothing more than an evening stroll. 

“Cigarette?” Kylo asked Flip mockingly, eyeing the oxygen line. 

“What name did you give those cops?” Flip’s voice was even hoarser now that soreness had begun to set into his throat. “Did you tell ‘em who you are or should I?” 

“By all means, tell them who I am.” Kylo smiled at the thought. “You’ll fast be sharing a rubber room with your arrestees, Cupid and Santa.” 

Flip huffed a bitter laugh as he yanked the oxygen off his face, pushing to his feet to walk to his truck. 

“Not so fast, Detective,” Kylo commanded, moving in front of Flip. “We have business to discuss.” 

“I don’t have any fuckin’ business with you. Not until I find a way to kill you, anyway.” Flip moved to shoulder his way past Kylo. Instead, he was stopped solidly when his shoulder collided with the other man, feeling as though he had hit a marble pillar. 

“Best of luck on that score.” Kylo again moved in front of Flip, appraising him. “I respect you, Detective. As much as I have ever respected any of your kind. It’s a rare man who stands up to me without fear. That is the only reason you are still alive. However, your continued existence is contingent upon your usefulness to me.” 

“You can try to kill me now because I’m not helpin’ you with a goddamn thing,” Flip snarled. 

“Think of your wife. Do not make me punish her as well for your transgressions against me.” Kylo’s eyes gleamed at the anger that coursed through Flip at his words. He met Flip’s eyes as he continued, “You intruded upon a most important evening for me, Detective. It is a rare occasion that brings me forth to your squalid little world. However, while I am here, I do enjoy indulging in the pleasures of the flesh myself. You ruined that for me. It is your burden to rectify it.” 

“I’d rather die than help you,” Flip spat angrily. 

“Don’t be boring. Everyone who tells me that dies,” Kylo replied almost jovially. “You may be cavalier with your own life, but what of your wife’s?” 

“Leave my wife outta this. She didn’t do a fuckin’ thing to you.” Flip wished his fucking voice didn’t crack when his words forced their way out of his singed throat. 

“That is precisely what I shall not do,” Kylo paused, watching the color drain from Flip’s complexion. “I shall be enjoying my time here as planned. In the company of your delicious wife. I am offering you the courtesy of participating yourself. A courtesy for which you should be most grateful.” 

Flip opened his mouth to respond, horror mingling with a wave of nausea in the pit of his stomach, but Kylo continued over him. 

“Do not worry, Detective, I have no intention of bringing her pain. Only pleasure.” Kylo finished pompously. 

“You want to fuck my wife,” Flip growled deeply. “You’ll never-“ 

“I want more than that,” Kylo’s voice boomed over Flip’s, smiling evilly around his words. “I want your wife to want me.” 

“You motherfucker.” Flip thought his teeth might break apart under the pressure of his grinding jaw, as he glared murderously at the other man. 

“Surely, you want that too, Detective,” Kylo continued smoothly. “You want your woman to enjoy herself. You want her to be pleasured.” 

Despite the bile churning in his gut, Flip could hardly argue with that. 

“For me, it is simple. I have no interest in needless screaming, crying, pleading, and so on from an unwilling participant,” Kylo spoke as if negotiating the terms of a contract. “I get enough of that at work. I’m sure you understand.” 

“And how the fuck am I supposed to do that?” Flip gritted maliciously. “Get my wife to agree to this happily?” 

“Figure it out, Detective. The tribulations of mortals do not concern me.” Kylo waived his hand dismissively before continuing with an even wider grin. “However, it shouldn’t be overly difficult. I can be quite charming.” 

“Fuck you,” Flip snarled, wanting to slam his fists through the Devil’s sideways grin and knowing it would be utterly futile. 

“Careful, Detective,” Kylo replied in his honeyed tone, smirking wider now, enjoying this exchange to the point of teasing. “You’re making me hot under the collar.” 

“How about you just fuckin’ kill me and call it a day? I’m the guy who ruined your fun,” Flip said, clenching his fists. “Do your worst. But do it to me.” 

“I have no desire to do my worst to you. Revenge for something so petty would be far too gauche for me.” Kylo smiled, pleased to have a worthy adversary to torment. “Instead, I desire to do my best. To your wife. I fear she would not enjoy herself nearly as much if I were to kill you.” 

“That’s bullshit. You want revenge. Take it out on me.” Flip stood taller, squaring his shoulders. 

“Revenge?” Kylo laughed. “My motives are hardly so base or simple as revenge. I came here to your pathetic little world for a purpose. A purpose upon which you intruded. I shall simply now fulfill that purpose elsewhere. With your exquisite wife.” 

“What fuckin’ purpose?” Flip glowered. 

“One that does not concern you.” Kylo’s cool demeanor never wavered as Flip’s clenched fists began to shake. “I shall enjoy myself. Your wife shall enjoy herself very much indeed. And you? You shall enjoy knowing that you are saving your life and hers.” 

“And if I don’t agree to this bullshit?” Flip’s immense body was shaking with his barely contained rage. 

“That would be most unwise, Detective,” Kylo’s voice dropped but his smirk widened evilly. “You saw for yourself how I treat those who disappoint me. Regardless of your participation in the event, I shall come for your wife. I suppose it is up to you whether she is pleasured or otherwise.” 

Flip paused for a long moment, malice boiling under his skin and knots forming in his stomach. He knew he didn’t have any option but to agree. 

“I’ll see what my wife wants,” Flip growled dangerously. “She’s a hell of a lot more terrifying than you anyway.” 

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For the first time since the first day Flip met you, he dreaded coming home to you and seeing your beautiful smiling face. He wanted the drive to last forever. Hell, maybe you’d be better off if he took a mountain curve too fast and never arrived home at all. Even if you would be, the single way in which he was selfish was in wanting you all to himself. All your touches, all your smiles, all your laughter. All for him. 

Knowing you knew that full well about him, just how possessive he was of you, and that you loved that about him made him drive even slower and made his hands grip the steering wheel until his knuckles blanched. He had no fucking idea how to convince you that he wanted to fuck you with some other asshole. 

When he finally pulled into the driveway of your shared cabin, he was mildly surprised that he hadn’t managed to grind his teeth out of his gums or chew completely through the side of his cheek. Taking a deep breath, he willed his hands to unclench from the wheel as he steeled himself to perform his role for you. 

He didn’t get much time to think. As soon as he closed the truck door behind him, you burst through the front door, rushing him. 

Instead of jumping into his arms, you stopped to run your hands up his arms and across the breadth of his shoulders, as you appraised him for injuries. 

“I’m alright, darlin,’” Flip told you softly, his voice still gravelly from the sting of the smoke. His throat tightened further at the sight of you so concerned on his behalf, but he still managed to give you his best smug grin. “Just another day at the office.” 

“You only told me there was a fire at the station,” you scolded him, bringing your hands to cup his scruffy cheeks. “You didn’t tell me that the entire station burned to the fucking ground! And that everyone trapped inside the holding cells died. Jesus Flip.” 

“So, it was a long fuckin’ day at the office.” Flip dropped his head to press his forehead against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist. “I didn’t want you to worry about me more than you already do. I’ll always come home to you, sugar.” 

“You damn well better,” you told him sternly as you looped your arms around his neck. 

Dipping lower to hook an arm behind your knees, Flip scooped you up into a bridal carry. He pressed his lips to yours as he walked you back inside, his kiss made sloppy with his movement. 

“Dinner first?” You laughed at the scratch of his goatee on your cheek, kicking your legs lightly in the air while he held you. “Or me?” 

“I’m starvin’ for both, gorgeous.” Flip grinned at you, returning you to your feet before landing a smack to your ass. 

“Better make up your mind,” you teased while you retrieved a cold beer for each of you from the fridge, knowing he’d enjoy a few after the day he’s had. 

“There’s somethin’ I want to run by you first,” he told you with an uncharacteristic reluctance. Accepting the beer from you, he took a long swig. 

Taking a relaxed sip of your own, you waited for him to continue, decidedly shocked that he hadn’t already begun tearing your clothes off. 

“Days like today make me think,” Flip started hesitantly, weighing each word. “Make me wonder if I’m missin’ out on anything. More than that though, it makes me wonder if you’re missin’ out on anything by bein’ stuck with me for all these years.” 

“Oh, you do a pretty good job of keeping me on my toes,” you assured him easily. 

“Haven’t you ever gotten bored with me?” Flip asked you. Eyebrows pinched, he looked as though he was almost dreading your answer. “Haven’t you ever wanted to, hell I don’t know, try somethin’ new?” 

“Of course not.” You shook your head, setting your beer down. “What are you talking about.” 

“I thought you might like it if... I thought it might be kinda fun to spice things up in the sheets,” Flip said, chewing his lip and avoiding your eyes, his hand rubbing the back of his neck into an angry shade of red. “I want to have a threesome.” 

“Excuse me?” Your anger rose instantly, your pulse pounding in your ears as your hands flew to your hips. You took an aggressive step toward Flip. “Is this your way of saying you want to fuck some other woman? If you touch another woman, you’ll never touch me again! And I’ll cut off anything that touches her before I leave. You’ll wish you had died in that fire!” 

“No, no, no, that’s not what I’m sayin’ at all,” Flip stammered, raising his hands defensively. “Not with another woman. I never want to touch anyone but you, sugar.” 

You raised an inquisitive eyebrow, still leaning toward him, confrontational.

 “With another man,” Flip gritted. “I want to have a threesome with you and,” he cleared his throat harshly, “another man.” 

“What? Did you inhale toxic fumes in that fire?” You asked incredulously, not entirely kidding. “Did someone hit you in the head with a pipe during your bust?” 

“I’m serious, gorgeous. I want to,” Flip implored, taking a step toward you. 

“How are you serious?” You laughed sarcastically. “You’d kill any man who touched me like that. I’ve seen you break men’s noses and jaws for trying to grab my ass.” 

“Ordinarily, yeah,” Flip agreed, reaching his hands to your shoulders to massage you with his strong grip. “But this is different. I’ll be there. So, it’s like it’s sanctioned.” 

“What’s gotten into you?” You asked, your muscles unable to remain tensed under his kneading hands. “Is this some kind of test to hear me say no?” 

“No, I promise that’s not it, sugar,” Flip told you softly, leaning down to place a soothing kiss to your lips. “I want to do somethin’ extra special for you.” 

“You always treat me wonderfully, Flip. You don’t need to do anything that special,” you assured him against his lips. “I don’t want anyone but you.” 

“Maybe I’d like to show off for you,” he told you as he pulled back from your kiss, smirking down at you with his endearing playful smugness. “You’ve been with me for so long, I think you take for granted just how fuckin’ incredible I am. This way, I can show you firsthand that I can make you cum harder than any other swingin’ dick out there.” 

“You’re an idiot. You know that, right?” You asked, smiling as your mood lightened. 

“You’re the one who married me,” he teased, smoothing his warm hands all the way down your arms to take both your hands in his. “C’mon. It’ll be fun, darlin.’” 

“Fun until you get murder charges the morning after,” you replied, not entirely joking. 

“Nah, I’ll be happy from seein’ how good you feel.” He raised both your hands to his lips, kissing them each in succession. 

“Who do you want to do this with?” You asked, hardly believing that you were agreeing to Flip’s proposition. 

“There’s a hotshot defense lawyer who I think you’ll like,” he told you in his cheeriest voice. “He’s big like me. Black hair. Handsome.” 

“Handsome, huh?” You teased, squeezing his hands. 

“He might even be prettier than me, but I’m more dashing.” Flip flashed you his best grin. 

“You’re sure this is what you want?” You asked, watching his eyes for any of his subtle tells you knew so well. 

“I’m sure,” Flip told you firmly, releasing your hands to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into his embrace, wrapping his powerful arms around you and holding you close. “I’m sure, sugar.” 

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The snowy peaks of the Colorado mountains were painted scarlet by the glow of the full blood moon, shining in through the windows of Flip’s truck as he drove you into town the following evening. Pressed close against his side, you teased his neck and ear with kisses and nips, fingers laced with his where his hand rested on the skin of your thigh underneath the hem of your dress. 

Excitement thrummed through your body like an electric current as the miles fell away between you and the upscale downtown hotel. Your thighs quivered, your anticipation mounting with every mile that passed. Dampness collected in the lace of your panties, fresh arousal mingling with the cum Flip had fucked into you before leaving your cabin. 

The lawyer with whom Flip had made his arrangement had chosen a unique, although alluring, setting for your rendezvous. A hotel that was a relic from the eighteen-eighties old west, recently restored to its vintage, swanky glory. Even the valet, who nervously slid behind the wheel of your truck under the scrutiny of Flip’s menacing scowl, was dressed in a vintage footman’s uniform. 

Walking through the lobby then down long hallways, Flip’s hand rested heavily on the small of your back, warming you through the thin fabric of your dress. 

Paneled double doors at the end of a hallway marked the entrance to the hotel’s finest suite. 

At the door, Flip spun you roughly to face him, shoving your back against the wall in the same motion. His lips crashed down against yours almost angrily, more needy and wanton than you were expecting from him so early. 

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he told you huskily against your lips before pulling back to look into your eyes with an unexpected intensity. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, handsome,” you returned with a smile, rubbing your hands across his chest. “If this is already getting to you, Flip, we don’t have to do this.” 

“Yes, we do.” His voice was thick with his resolve. His hand dropped to your waist, pulling you against his side as he moved to the door. 

Flip found the door unlocked, pushing it open to reveal a darkened room lit by the romantic glow of several candles placed on a table, the marble fireplace mantle, and upon two nightstands that sat on either side of the bed. The room was decorated in a Victorian style with tufted furniture and ornate molding. The large bed in the center was even complete with a canopy. 

The dimly lit room appeared vacant. As your eyes adjusted to the gloom, a figure slowly materialized before you. A towering black shadow stepping toward you, as if out of the very darkness itself. 

“You are even more exquisite than I was anticipating, Mrs. Zimmerman,” the man you knew to be Kylo Ren spoke in a molasses rich tone, forgoing a proper introduction. His fiery eyes shone with an almost unnatural glimmer in the darkness, eyes so similar to Flip’s that your breath caught in your throat. Similar, but set apart by the feral yellow shine contained in their depths. 

Those citrine eyes raked your body, ravenously caressing your curves, before rising above your figure and drifting to where Flip stood beside you, as a wicked grin bloomed on Kylo’s plush lips. At your waist, Flip’s hand gripped you tighter as he held you closer to his side. 

“Shall we, Detective?” Kylo asked rhetorically, his gaze leveled pointedly at Flip, as he ran a huge hand through his dense shoulder length mane. 

Flip had described him accurately. The beautifully handsome man who stood before you was Flip’s doppelgänger. Alluring in a completely different way, Kylo was smooth in all the ways that Flip was coarse, refined in all the ways that Flip was rugged. Even his polished and tailored jet-black suit was the perfect opposite of Flip’s flannel and jeans. They were two sides of the same delicious coin. 

Flip’s hand was still on your waist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles, as he stood beside you. You could feel an undercurrent of aggression between the two men, almost resonating off of Flip in waves, misplaced for the setting. 

The fleeting thought left your mind when Flip moved behind you. Dropping his head, his hot lips pressed to your jaw below your ear, placing open mouthed kisses there while his goatee scratched lightly against your skin.

Before you, little more than an arm’s length away, Kylo stood still. Hands clasped in front of him, his eyes gleamed in the moonlight that streamed in through the window as he watched you hungrily. He made no movement toward you, seemingly content to watch for the moment. 

Behind you, Flip pulled the zipper slowly down the back of your dress, his mouth lowering to kiss and bite at your shoulder. Once unzipped, he pushed your dress down your body, still kissing you, as he slipped it down to pool at your feet. 

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, sugar,” he whispered into your skin. “I love you so much.” 

Trailing his hands back up your body, he huffed hot against your neck at the feeling of your smooth skin under his calloused palms and the feel of the lace of your crimson lingerie as his hands passed over the delicate material. He gripped you tightly for a moment, thick fingers digging into your hips, lips lingering on your skin, before pushing you gently forward. 

Into Kylo’s arms that opened to welcome you. 

One of Flip’s hands stayed possessively on the small of your back, stroking you softly, as Kylo’s hands reached to your hips. Pulling your body close but not yet touching his, Kylo leaned down to kiss you. His lips were soft and warm, hot even, and his tongue was molten when he licked into your mouth. 

A rush of excitement flooded you at the feeling of his deep, searing kiss. Your hands hovered awkwardly, unsure of where to place them, until Kylo took one and placed it on his chest. Holding his own hand over yours, he closed the distance between your bodies without breaking his kiss. 

Behind you, Flip resumed kissing the side of your neck, one hand stroking your back more soothing than arousing, the other caressing your outer thigh. You could feel his cock straining in his jeans where it pressed against your ass and lower back. 

Sandwiched between the two massively large men, it felt as though you had stepped into a furnace, the heat radiating off of their bodies consuming you. 

Kylo’s hand dropped from yours, trailing his fingers down your arm and then down your body to slip inside your panties. His fingers slid smoothly through your slickened folds, sending sparks of pleasure through you with the slightest touch. 

“Such a good girl,” Kylo whispered into your mouth as he pushed two thick fingers into you, curling them deliciously. “So wet already.” 

The feeling of Kylo’s fingers pumping into you had you moaning into his mouth as he kissed you. His lips and tongue moved unhurried and sensually against yours in contrast to the rough snapping of his wrist, driving his fingers into you. Behind you, Flip pressed his chest against your back, his hand now gripping your hip rough enough to dig bruises into your skin with his calloused fingertips. 

Keeping your lips joined, Kylo backed slowly toward the bed. Inside you, his fingers curled against your gspot, his motion beckoning you forward to follow him. 

Walking at your back, Flip unclasped your bra and tossed it aside. He reached one hand to your front, smoothing his rough palm across your nipple and gripping your flesh. 

At the edge of the bed, Kylo pulled away from kissing you to return to his full height and regard Flip over the top of your head. 

“Would you like to make her cum first, Detective? Or shall I?” Kylo raised a challenging eyebrow at Flip, meeting his eyes. “A taste of things to come before the real fun begins.” 

Flip’s only response was an aggressive growl as he spun you to face him, your back now facing Kylo and the bed. Your husband’s whiskey-toned eyes were wilder than you had ever seen them, fueled by lust and angry competition. 

Bending just enough to grab the backs of your thighs, Flip shouldered Kylo roughly aside to lift you off the ground and toss you back onto the bed. A lusting smile graced your lips as you bounced on the mattress. You loved it when Flip manhandled you, using his incredible strength all for your pleasure. 

Not bothering to unbutton his shirt, Flip brusquely tugged it off over his head, making his hair even more disheveled, adding to his savage bearing. Beside him, Kylo slowly unbuttoned his own shirt, casting an amused grin at Flip’s heated display. 

Ignoring Kylo, Flip leaned over your supine figure, bringing his lips to the sensitive skin of your navel as he pulled your panties down your legs. His goatee scratched lightly at your skin as he kissed you, trailing his lips down your belly as he fell to his knees on the floor beside the bed. Still kissing you, Flip lifted both of your legs up to rest on his broad shoulders. Grabbing your hips, he yanked your body toward him, bringing your ass to the edge of the bed. 

Flip wasted no time diving into your pussy, swiping through your folds with his nose and tongue as he licked into you eagerly. The rumble in his chest was one you recognized, a pleasured purr at the taste of you. 

Watching your eyes close in delight, Kylo shrugged his shirt off and walked to the other side of the bed to stand behind your head as you lay perpendicular across the mattress. Planting his palms on either side of your body, Kylo lowered himself to meet your lips again, kissing you upside down with as much passion as Flip gave to your pussy. 

Shivers of pleasure were already running on electric currents through your body from the rush of stimulation from both men. Your right hand flew down to fist into Flip’s hair, encouraging him further. Moaning into Kylo’s mouth, your left hand moved to tease at your nipple. 

Breaking his kiss, Kylo grabbed your hand to pull it away from your breast and bring it to his lips. He placed a wet kiss to your palm before dropping his head again to bring his mouth to your tit, giving your nipple much better attention than your own hand was capable. His perfect alabaster chest hovered above your face and the urge to kiss and lick across the planes of muscle was irresistible. You felt Kylo’s lips turn into a grin against your breast when your lips connected with his skin. 

The sensations from both men were almost overwhelming. Heat rushed through your core, pooling faster in your abdomen than you had ever experienced. Feeling your body’s response that he knew so well, Flip moved his hand down to push two of his huge fingers into you, pumping in and out of your clenching pussy while he swirled his tongue through your folds. 

Raising himself back from your breast, Kylo stared hungrily down at your figure, watching as you shuddered and bucked from the pleasure Flip gave you. 

“Your wife is such a lovely creature, Detective. So beautiful,” Kylo crooned, running his warm hands along your body, following your curves and swells. “Do you think you’re deserving of her?” 

Glaring murderously up at Kylo, Flip sucked your clit between his lips. You moaned and bucked against his face at the feeling of his tongue flicking across your clit as he sucked ardently. Yanking Flip’s hair roughly, you pleaded for more through incoherent moans. 

“You have no response, Detective? Cat got your tongue?” Kylo teased mellifluously at Flip’s position, chin deep in your pussy. 

The feeling of Flip growling against your clit snapped the coil of ecstasy that had tightened in your core, sending waves of pleasure surging through your body as your orgasm crashed over you. 

Flip continued kissing and tonguing you gently until your pussy finished spasming around his fingers. You were too drunk with pleasure to notice that instead of meeting your eyes as he pulled away from your body, Flip regarded the other man above you with silent malice while he wiped his lips across your inner thigh. Holding Kylo’s smirking eyes, Flip kissed your thigh before sucking a welt into your skin, marking one of his favorite places on your body. 

Rising from his knees, Flip crawled over you, slipping one hand underneath the small of your back to move you into the center of the bed beneath him. His clothed cock rubbed against your dripping pussy when he lowered his hips to meet yours, the friction of his jeans teasing you as he ground into you. Your eyes fluttered shut with happiness. Your hands reached for his shoulders, running across the dense cords of muscle. 

“Age before beauty, Detective,” Kylo said in a low tone. The commanding edge in his deep voice held a warning to Flip that Kylo would have you first. Punctuating his order, Kylo stripped himself of the remainder of his clothes. 

Below your hands, Flip’s muscles tensed, his whole body going rigid above you. He slowly lifted his head from gazing down at you up to eye Kylo violently. With your entire body caged beneath him, Flip paused protectively above you, his lips turned in a viscous snarl. 

A heartbeat passed before Kylo lowered his chin, leveling his gaze at Flip in the first show of aggression he had offered. The threat was palpable, held in his entire bearing. Even the air itself seemed to grow heavy, simmering with an unspoken threat. 

By the time you opened your eyes, the exchange had passed. Flip reached his hand behind your neck, pulling you up off the mattress to meet his lips in a deep kiss. Backing off from your body, Flip never broke his kiss even while pulling you with him until you moved into a seated position and then further still until your mouths parted when you fell forward onto your hands and knees. Flip knelt on the bed in front of you, putting you in the perfect position to kiss down the trail of hair descending beneath the waistband of his jeans while he rubbed his huge hand soothingly along your back. 

Standing at the edge of the bed behind you, Kylo ran his hands slowly across your ass, appreciating the feel of you as he moved his touch to your hips. His cock arched excitedly toward you, veins pulsing angrily along its thick length. The malicious agony that rendered Flip’s features brought a smile to Kylo’s lips as he admired the sight of your pussy, glistening in the scarlet-tinged moonlight. 

“What a lovely wife you have, Detective.” Kylo couldn’t resist commenting as the fat tip of his cock nudged at your entrance. “Beautiful.” 

Feeling Flip’s muscles quivering with tension in stark contrast to his gentle hand at your back, you looked up at him through your eyelashes. 

“Are you alright with this, Flip?” You asked, kissing his stomach again through your words. “Do you still want to do this?” 

“‘Course I do, sugar,” Flip assured you, lying like hell, while he smiled down warmly at you. His free hand moved to stroke your cheek softly. “You just relax and let us make you feel good.” 

“You’re about to feel very good, lovely.” Kylo’s voice rumbled richly as he pushed into you, spreading your pussy around his enormous cock. 

Your mouth fell open against Flip’s skin at the delicious intrusion. A moan escaped your throat at the feeling of Kylo bottoming out inside of you. 

“Fuck, your pussy’s divine, beautiful,” Kylo praised, digging his fingers into your hips. “You’re a lucky man, Detective.” 

“I know just how fuckin’ lucky I am without you havin’ to tell me about it, Ren,” Flip gritted through clenched teeth. 

While Kylo gave you a moment to adjust to the stretch of his cock, you lifted a hand to Flip’s fly. Popping the button on his jeans and tugging down the zipper, you pulled Flip’s cock free from his jeans and boxer briefs without pushing his jeans down further. The waistband of his briefs propped his cock up, presenting it for you perfectly as it bobbed hard and heavy in front of your face. 

Your mouth fell open of its own accord at the feeling of Kylo dragging his cock out of you before slamming it back in again. His pummeling force shoved you forward onto your hands. Keeping yourself propped upright in that position was even difficult. Kylo set a rigorous pace, hitting your gspot with bullseye precision on every thrust. 

Keeping your jaw loose came easily with the heady pleasure alighting every nerve in your body. Flip guided the thick velvety tip of his cock to your lips, meeting your tongue as you licked the underside of his head. 

The familiar warmth of your mouth and caress of your tongue when Flip pushed his cock between your lips was almost enough to make him forget for a moment that he was sharing the delights of your body with another man. With the Devil himself. Flip allowed his head to lean back, his eyes to fall closed; allowed himself to try to be carried away on a tide of pleasure. 

Flip’s reprieve only lasted through a few bucks of his hips. A wicked snarl rumbled from deep within Kylo’s chest. Inhuman. Wild and unhinged. Tearing Flip back into sinister reality, his eyes shot open as his head jerked level, almost face to face with the Devil as he fucked into you. 

Lips twisted in a bestial snarl. Hair failing around his angular features in a wild mane. Eyes gleaming with iridescent oranges and yellows that mirrored the fires of Hell. Backlit by the light of the blood moon, sweat glistened red across the rippling planes of muscles that tensed with every thrust. Kylo fucked you like an animal. If Flip had any lingering doubt as to the authenticity of his identity, it was now burned away by the sight of Kylo’s fiery eyes before him. 

Of all possible torments, Flip couldn’t stand to watch Kylo face to face while he fucked you; to watch another man lost in the pleasure of your body. Worse still was watching how your body responded. Feeling you sigh around Flip’s cock. Seeing your thighs quiver and eyes squeeze shut every time Kylo pumped his cock into you. 

With a soft hand at your cheek, Flip withdrew his cock from your mouth. Reaching down to grab your arms, he lifted you up until you were back on your knees. Back arched, you planted your forearms on Flip’s chest and hands on his shoulders to support yourself while Kylo pounded you. Instead of looking at the Devil or at your beautiful lusting face, Flip dropped his head to kiss you deeply, cupping your face and neck in his huge gentle hands. 

Kylo’s hands dug bruises into your hips as he fucked you, letting you feel every ridge and every long inch of his cock drag along your walls. Pressed against your back, his chest felt steaming hot on your skin. The new angle had him rubbing even more of his perfect cock across the best places inside of you. Paired with the sensation of Flip kissing you like it was his last night on earth, like he wanted to pour all of his love into you with the slide of his tongue and caress of his lips, the ecstasy that flooded you was more intense than anything you had ever experienced. 

Swallowing all your moans and mewls, Flip could feel how close you were to cumming again. He knew your body so well, he could feel your impending pleasure as well as if it was his cock pushing you toward the edge from the inside. 

Flip knew what you needed and he wanted to give you everything he could, as he always did. Dropping his right hand from your cheek, he brought it down to your clit, rubbing fast circles through your silky arousal while Kylo’s cock slid in and out of you. 

“I love you so fuckin’ much, sugar,” Flip whispered into your mouth, as your second orgasm hit you in heavy pulses. 

At the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock, Kylo groaned low, his head thrown back like a wolf howling at the moon. Still rubbing your clit to extend your pleasure, even Flip could feel the way Kylo’s cock throbbed in response to the feeling of you. 

“Are you ready for me to fill your perfect pussy up, lovely?” Kylo asked, tipping his head back to look down at you with a dark smile, as he increased the pace of his thrusts. 

In response, you moaned happily into Flip’s mouth, feeling the way he gripped your cheek tighter. Removing his hand from your clit, he lifted it to cover your own hand where it rested on his sweaty chest. 

“Say it, beautiful girl.” Kylo’s voice rumbled near your ear, his eyes glowing with a fiery wickedness at his command. “I want to hear you say it.” 

“I want to feel you. I want to be full of your cum, Kylo,” you panted, kissing Flip even as his jaw clenched. 

“That’s a good girl,” Kylo gritted as he slammed his cock deep inside of you, filling you with his hot cum. 

Teeth bared in a snarl of ecstasy, Kylo groaned richly as his cock pulsed inside of you. Flip kissed you deep, stealing your breath from your lungs and stealing every fragment of your attention he could from the Devil. 

“Are you going to enjoy your gorgeous wife as well, Detective?” Kylo’s voice dripped with the sweetest venom, asking his question with his cock still buried inside of you. 

Breaking your kiss to regard Kylo, Flip’s glare held just as much brimstone as the eldritch tint in Kylo’s eyes. 

“I’ll show you what she fuckin’ enjoys,” Flip growled harshly. 

Flip pulled you into him, yanking you away from Kylo. In one swift rotation, he had your back thrown down onto the mattress and you caged beneath his powerful arms once again. You barely had time for your arms to find purchase around his broad shoulders and your legs to lift around his waist before he plunged his cock into you, hard, angry, and just as aggressive as the rest of him. 

You always loved it when Flip fucked you angrily and wild. Winding him up until he snapped had always been one of your favorite pastimes. But even on those occasions, he never had anything to prove. Even when he was seeing red, he still knew it was a game that you both enjoyed. This was different. Flip fucked you like he had everything to prove, like he was showing you and the other man exactly why you would never desire anyone but him. He was going to ruin you afresh for any other man. 

Lips attacking your neck and shoulder, Flip littered marks across your skin as his cock pounded into you at the perfect angle he knew you loved. Already overstimulated, you felt as though every thrust ignited every shuddering nerve in your body. 

“Your sweet little pussy belongs to me. It’s all mine,” Flip huffed against your neck. “You’re all mine.” 

“I’ve always been yours, handsome,” you sighed in a voice hoarse from pleasure. “I’ll always be yours.” 

Meeting Flip’s rough thrusts with your own rhythm, you bucked your hips to meet his own, grinding and sliding along the length of his cock. Your nails trailed pink lines across Flip’s meaty shoulders and back. Every sharp tinge spurred him further, fueled by knowing just how much pleasure he gave you. 

“I’ll destroy you for anyone else. Keep you stuffed full of my cum,” Flip said thickly, biting at your jaw as your nails dug crescent shaped welts into his back. 

Kylo could have sat back and watched Flip fuck you. He was enjoying a pleasant afterglow himself and there was little more pleasure he could give you while Flip was looming over you like a ravening beast, fucking you harshly, making your eyes roll and toes curl in lusting delirium. But watching didn’t seem fun at all to Kylo. Not when he could twist the knife a little deeper for Flip. He was the Devil, after all. 

Kylo crawled across the mattress, ignoring the sideways glare from Flip. Settling beside you, he brought his hot lips to your shoulder to begin kissing sensually along your skin. While Flip fucked you hard and fast, pounding you into the mattress, Kylo kissed and licked at your clavicle like an adoring lover, raising goosebumps with his lips while Flip’s rough thrusts sent tremors through your body. 

Lifting his lips from you just long enough to lick his fingers, wetting them thoroughly, he snaked his hand between your body and Flip’s to rub your nipple before resuming his searing kisses. You were dizzy with the pleasure both men gave you, your head spinning in the best of ways. 

“I think you’ve had about enough fun for one night, Ren,” Flip barked in time with a harsh thrust, making you cry his name. 

“Who would I be to deny your lovely wife more pleasure,” Kylo crooned, his focus on you, unconcerned with Flip’s anger. 

“She doesn’t need you to get all the pleasure she can fuckin’ handle. That’s my job,” Flip grated, crashing his lips to yours and slamming his fist down into the mattress between Kylo’s face and your head. Reaching down with his other hand, he hooked behind your thigh, shoving your knee toward your chest to fuck into you even deeper. 

Beside you, Kylo pressed himself even closer. You could feel his lips turned into a smile against your shoulder where he littered open mouthed kisses. 

Your moans filled the room, mingling with the slap of Flip’s skin against yours and the wet squelch of your pussy. Flip swallowed all your beautiful noises, every moan and whimper, kissing you ardently, as he pounded you into a blinding orgasm. The feeling of your pussy seizing around Flip’s throbbing cock, gripping him tightly and pulling him deep inside you, knocked Flip over the edge himself. Burying his cock as deeply as he could, Flip pumped you full of his thick cum as a low rumbled groan thrummed through his heavy chest. 

Kylo kissed at your skin while he still caressed your breast, unperturbed by you and Flip trembling together as you both crested your highs. 

Quickly regaining his bearings, Flip kissed you softly for several lazy moments until your breathing steadied and your body grew limp with your afterglow. Pulling up from you, Flip turned his attention to Kylo, catching his eye before jerking his head curtly toward the door, indicating in the politest way possible for Kylo to get the fuck out. 

“Do you not have another round in you, Detective?” Kylo grinned darkly from his place at your side, “I could spend ages enjoying your wife, myself.” 

While you still held Flip’s cock inside of you, he raised himself up on his palms that rested on either side of your shoulders. His only response was a deep growl, aimed murderously at Kylo. Every muscle in Flip’s sweaty body tensed as he caged you possessively beneath him. The intensity of his glare and panting, tooth-bearing grimace was enough to make even the Devil himself recant. 

Keeping his gaze leveled at Kylo, Flip forced his features to soften before he returned his attention to you. Looking down upon you with nothing but unadulterated adoration. 

“How’s a hot bath sound right about now, sugar?” Flip murmured in a pleasure hoarse voice. 

“Only if you’ll join me,” you told him dreamily. 

“Close your eyes.” Flip lowered his head to rub his nose against yours. “I’ll run it for us.” 

Flip rolled off of you on the same side on which Kylo still leaned beside you, physically inserting his huge body between Kylo and yourself. His face inches from Kylo’s, Flip used his body to shove the other man further away from you. 

Luckily, Kylo was amused at Flip’s possessiveness after the events of the evening and allowed himself to be ushered off the bed by Flip. 

Flip pulled the sheet over you, as you stretched and smiled up at him lovingly, stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers before drawing away from you. He retrieved his briefs, pulling them on as he stood from the bed. 

“Get dressed and get the fuck out,” Flip ordered Kylo, low enough to keep it inaudible from you. 

“You’re not going to tuck me in, too, Detective?” Kylo asked, flashing his teeth in a smirk. 

“You didn’t even buy me a drink first. I’m just playin’ by your rules,” Flip returned gruffly, stepped past Kylo toward the bathroom to begin running a bath. If nothing else, to cover the words yet to be exchanged between Kylo and himself. 

When Flip re-emerged from the bathroom, your eyes were closed and breaths even. Kylo had redressed in his black suit pants and shoes, and was buttoning up his black shirt. 

Crossing his arms, Flip watched the other man menacingly, waiting for him to move toward the door. Instead, Kylo walked toward Flip as he buttoned his shirt. 

Retrieving his jacket from the floor, Kylo slung it over his shoulder, shoving his opposite hand into his pants pocket. He looked perfectly chic and nonchalant. 

“Get. The fuck. Out,” Flip hissed between clenched teeth. Moving pointedly to the door, he wrenched it open. 

“We should do this again,” Kylo pushed, grinning at Flip’s deepening glare. 

“Fat fuckin’ chance,” Flip growled. “Don’t you have places to go, people to possess? Some asshole out there has to be wantin’ to make a pact with you by now.” 

“Why are you so adverse to the thought, Detective? I had quite a nice time, myself. And your wife had a very pleasurable evening, indeed,” Kylo continued, refusing to let Flip shepherd him out of the open door. “Even you enjoyed yourself, Detective. Your body betrayed you. Some things cannot be falsified.” 

“I never want to see your fuckin’ face again,” Flip snapped, trying his best to keep his voice low so he didn’t rouse you. “You know that. And you know why.” 

“That is unfortunate, Detective,” Kylo continued, almost jovially, adding to Flip’s rising temper. “I hear co-parenting is all the rage these days.” 

“W-What?” Flip stammered, eyes widening. 

“Did you not notice the moon tonight?” Kylo tilted his chin toward the window, indicating the blood red full moon shining intrusively into the room. Its beams cast a crimson glow over your sleeping figure. “It has been centuries since I’ve seen such a moon. There’s simply no telling what kind of nefarious purposes could be accomplished under the gaze of the blood moon.” 

Flip seethed, unable to form a coherent thought other than trying to rip the Devil limb from limb. 

“Don’t be bitter, Detective. I’ll keep my fingers crossed for twins. One of yours and one of mine,” Kylo assured Flip with an arrogant wink. “Until next time.” 

Moving to the door that Flip still held open, Kylo pushed it closed instead of walking through it. He paused to give Flip one last smirk before opening the door again. 

On the other side of the door was no longer the carpeted hallway of the hotel. Instead, it opened to a long black corridor, composed of solid marble floors and stone walls; elegant and ornate, albeit understated. Metal scones holding flickering torches lined the walls, their flames painting the corridor with their dancing light. At the far end of the hallway, a faint orange shimmering glow shone in the darkness. 

Kylo’s heavy footfalls echoed through the hallway as he walked away in his long agile gait. 

Closing the door, Flip hoped with everything he had that Kylo was bluffing, a final way to toy with him. He knew deep in his bones that was not the case. 

Surrounded by the bloody glow of the crimson moonlight, he settled himself on the bed beside you. Pulling you into his arms and curling his huge body around you protectively. He also knew that he loved you so much that it hardly mattered. 

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Mina Ashido Headcanons!

@jewel116 requested some headcanons of our Alien Queen and I am here to deliver!

Some of these also could be considered BakuSquad HCs, hope that's alright.

I also went ahead and included some Adult Mina and 18+ Mina Headcanons too. Both are below the cut and clearly stated. Warnings are posted at each header mark.

If anyone has any other requests, lemme know!

Basic Mina Headcanons

Warnings: It's as fluffy as her dang hair! (Swearing)

. Most definitely has ADHD! In class, she is constantly tapping her foot on bouncing her leg as a means of trying her best to keep focused.

. Has a collection of shirts that she has designated for sleep and loungewear because she's burned acid holes in them by accident. Sometimes she'll wear them to concerts and shows if the design is cool enough.

. Loves piggyback rides! Frequently will run and jump on the backs of the guys in the BakuSquad. Even Katsuki himself puts up with it after a while.

. While Katsuki is the 'mom' of the squad, Mina is the one everyone goes to when they need comfort. Denki will curl up in her lap after a long day, Eijiro frequently goes to her when his insecurities creep back in, Hanta shows up late at night and they talk in her room about nothing just because he doesn't want to be alone, and Katsuki, well, he shows up to her room, slams the door and complains for a solid half-hour after reading a particularly heartbreaking scene in a manga while she listens to every word and validates his feelings.

. Mina worries far more than people believe she does. Her bubbly, loud, personality usually masks it but she knows when people are lying to her about what's going on in their heads.

. Sitting properly in a chair physically bothers her. She'd much rather be hanging upside down off it.

. She lowkey likes that the boys get protective over her.

. Mina is the type of person who gets A LOT of random thoughts that pop up in her head and one of the few people who actually will engage with the sheer randomness of the ideas is Shoto. Not only does he engage, he comes up with his own! The two can talk for hours.

. Loves hosting 'spa parties' in the common area of the dorms, everyone is welcome to join.

. When road trips happen, she's making the playlists (technically, she and Kyoka switch off).

. Tries teaching Tenya, Izuku, and Shoto how to flirt. After a very embarrassing first hour, Shoto didn't learn a single thing, Izuku was only good at it when paired with Shoto and Tenya... Tenya had her SHOOK! Man has game and she made sure everyone knew!

. Has weekly meetings with Yuga where they drink tea and spill the tea.

. She is so damn ticklish. Hanta was teasing her one day, she warned him to stop, he received an elbow to the face for not listening.

. Tried to grow her hair out once but it didn't grow down... it grew OUT. Mina thought she rocked it, and she totally did but ended up having it cut back down so poor Tsyu could see in class.

. Wakes up early three days a week to practice her hand-to-hand combat with Eijiro. Mina wants to improve her technique and Eijiro needed to work on his mobility, it benefits them both.

. Just Dance is her favorite game, she dominates.

. Easily forms new interests.

. Won't admit it but she gets jealous super easily.

. Will be the first to attempt to throw hands for a friend! I HC she was picked on as a child for looking so different but it never really phased her too badly, she likes looking different but understands that not everyone thinks like she does. So, if someone were to say something about Mezo's facemask, she's stepping in to defend the guy without hesitation.

. Knows every TikTok dance EVER. If a new one comes out, she's mastered it by end of the day and her account is always up to date.

. (Popular idea but important to reinforce) Mina and Eijiro co-founded a club, Horn Buddies, specifically to make Eri feel more welcome. They take her on trips and group outings. The only horned person who's not allowed to join is Pony because she was rude as heck to Mezo.

. Mina gets extra competitive over board games.

. She can ice skate and roller skate like a champ.

. Mina is resilient, dedicated, and passionate. She has goals and the girl will achieve them.

Pro Hero - Adult Mina Headcanons

Warnings - Mentions of alcohol use and swearing

. Gets several tattoos and piercings.

. Starts a roller derby club with most of the girls from 1A.

. Loves going out to the hottest dance clubs just as much as she enjoys staying in and munching on take-out food with friends.

. The Horn Buddies club she formed with Eijiro has now expanded into regular society and both young heroes couldn't be more proud. Together they've formed a foundation that strives to help those with non-flashy, unconventional, or misunderstood quirks feel welcomed and loved.

. Does her best to shop small whenever she can. Mina wants to help her community in as many different ways as possible.

. Becomes a fashion icon for many small, just starting out, alternative clothing lines. They love her look and the standard she sets.

. Goes to fashion and runway shows with Momo on the regular. While Momo prefers buying right off the rack, Mina goes to thrift stores and buys items that are coming back into style.

. Does her best to stay in touch with her classmates. She really cherished the friendships she made and goes the extra mile to make sure everyone stays connected.

. Has told off Shoto's father. Sent the man an anonymous bag of flaming dog shit as well for making his son so damn stressed. Sorry, not sorry.

. As long as she isn't in the middle of a fight, Mina will always stop to take a photo with a fan or sign an autograph. In or out of costume, she doesn't care.

. In high school, Mina's room was always decked out for the holidays. She goes decoration crazy and it is always done well. But, now that she's an adult with that pro hero money and her own place, she's the best house on the block decorated for each and every holiday! Inside and out! Also throws holiday-themed parties.

. Got absolutely trashed with the BakuSquad one night and taught them all how to twerk. By the end of the lesson, she deemed Katsuki was the best of her students.

. Loves to drink. Is a lightweight. Katsuki and Eijiro have carried her home more times than they can count.

NSFW 18+ Mina HC Below - Minors DNI

Warnings: Drinking, rough sex, mentions of orgies, handcuffs, impact play, and praise kinks. Subtle sexual relations with BakuSquad, Jiro, Todoroki, and Ochaco.

. The Queen of stripteases and lap dances.

. If any of her friends are at a party or some event and they need a fake date, Mina is their go-to person. She's handsy. She's flirty. And has no problem with platonic make-outs.

. Always encourages kissing-themed games at parties. Seven Minutes in Heaven, Spin the Bottle, those sorts of games. Mina also loves to play cupid and has rigged a game or two to get people together.

. Has made out with every member of the BakuSquad at least once as well as Kyoka, Shoto, and Ochaco simply because she was curious.

. Has attempted to start an orgy with the BakuSquad before when intoxicated. Still mentions it in passing just in case they change their minds.

. Has gone further with Katsuki and Eijiro though. Maybe both at the same time once or twice or several times...

. Wonderfully filthy dirty talk. Can even make Katsuki blush.

. (A personal favorite of mine that was in a previous post) When they were first years, Eijiro asked innocently enough, to touch her horns. He was gentle but that didn't matter. Our poor girl was so damn flustered! Her face turned red bright, she felt hot, and she had to go take a very cold shower!

. Ei felt terrible about it. It took them both maturing for her to explain exactly why she reacted that way... and then asked him to do it again.

. Is likely to send NSFW texts and photos while people are indeed at work. She is a Pro Hero though so only certain people are allowed to have those photos. A scandal is the last thing she wants.

. Very good at communication and is not afraid to speak her mind about what she wants and needs out of a relationship and her sex life.

. Loud, very loud, very needy.

. Fuzzy handcuffs in every color she can think of and adores impact play.

. Let her know she's doing a good job, Mina responds well to praise.

. Big cuddler after sex. Wants to snuggle into you and more than likely take a nap.

[bubblegumfics]

What I associate (mostly dates) with different creepypastas

school kinda got crazy so I wrote some small hcs for you all! I may post a part two with different characters if you all want/if I want to.

Tim- Indie songs with a country vibe playing while on a long road trip. It doesn’t feel isolating or like you’ve been on the road out of necessity but instead is a bubble where you can be with the one you care about while singing at the top of your lungs. The small moments that last a lifetime in your memories. Song: Home Edward sharpe.

Brian- Baking at home. Him helping out but making a mess while looking at you with a sheepish smile. No pressure or fear, but genuine happiness and peace. Flour is all over both your faces after accidentally turning on the mixer too high and his sleeves have food coloring dyeing the fabric, but neither of you have a clue where it came from. Song sweet tooth- scott hellman

Ben- Staying home playing 1v1 games. He’s loaded with snacks and you lost track of how long you two have been at this. Your eyes burn and hands are cramping yet both of you have zero intentions of stopping anytime soon. You shove Ben and he sits in your lap to try to block you from the screen. Song-bubblegum k.k.

Jeff woods- Heavy metal and rock jam sessions while driving poorly down the empty highway only to end up at Denny’s or waffle house at 3a.m. Headbanging with hair flying everywhere, swerving at top speed until you get into the parking lot. No one cares and its the most normal moment either of you could ask for. Song: Trivium-This World Can't Tear Us Apart

Slenderman- Candle lit dinners and ballroom dances. He is a romantic just as much as he himself is romanticized. It’s pretty often that you two find yourselves on the balcony drinking the finest wine and enjoying each other’s company. It always ends with old records playing in the background as you two dance under the stars. Song:blue moon-dean martin

Toby- Roasting marshmallows on a fire and going to an arcade. Both parties are equally stupid and smart as they hold a lighter on while the other twirls a marshmallow on a stick they just picked up. Starting a campfire just to huddle close to the warmth and both get so distracted they let their marshmallows droop enough to catch on fire and be completely cold on the inside. Going to an arcade to try to outdo the other just to win prizes for them. Toby winning the biggest plushie and gloating the entire time only to hand it to you. Song: Out of my league - Fitz and the Tantrums