#dark souls is like. u don’t know what ur doing or where ur going it’s like u literally just. go.

[lesbianlenas]

lost 22000 souls again in dark souls today i fr wish if u died in the game u died for real living like this is too hard….

[emmyrosee]

suna and 11? CONGRATS EMMY!!!!

THANK YOU ANGEL FACE 🥹🩷

anonymous said 11. Suna and maybe u can tie it with ur recent post and possibly make them break up??? ❤️

11 with Suna… Argument 💔

There’s a deep rooted insecurity suna rintaro holds.

It’s not one he talks about often, nor do you bring it up, because it’s dumb, it’s a stupid little thing that you both know doesn’t make a difference in your relationship, yet Rintaro always finds himself harping and beating himself up over it.

Right now is no exception, as you stand across from him with your hands scrubbing your face, clearly exhausted by the fight.

“I don’t think of Osamu like that!”

“You sure had a hell of a time showing it!”

You had a crush on Osamu first.

Way back when rintaro wasn’t even into you, he couldn’t have known you from some random soul, you had feelings for osamu, but you never acted on them because you assumed he never liked you back- not to mention his insane fan girls. You kept your distance until you moved on; only to meet Rintaro in college, recognizing each other about three weeks in, where your feelings for him started to bloom.

You’d let it slip to him once when recounting high school memories how you fell hard for the dark haired twin, and while yes, it made rintaro tense up, you assured him it was over. You were done with him.

Yet every time you hang out with the group, Rintaro feels that same jealousy creep up his spine.

“God, when will it click for you that I love you!” You cry, desperate for him to hear you. “You! Only you! For five years Rintaro, it’s only ever been you!”

“Don’t act like you still don’t-“

“I DONT!” You bark. “I don’t! Whatever you’re about to say, I. Don’t. Because I do, with you!”

He feels sick to his stomach at this point, your sharp words to him only translating as a defense against his words, desperate to keep something hidden.

Not as a genuine frustration.

“I think you should go be with Osamu,” he snarls. “Since your so comfortable getting him drinks and putting your hands on him-“

“I wasn’t making out with the kid, I was patting his back after a joke!”

“-and maybe you should be with him since he’s just soo funny-“

“MAYBE I WILL!” You shriek.

The plates in the kitchen settle and the doors creak softly at the force of your yells, and your eyes glimmer with remorse but your face harbors exhaustion.

“…what?” He croaks.

“Maybe I should go be with literally anyone else,” you choke. “Since you think I’m flirting with anyone and everyone in the goddamned circle-“

“Wait- no, I just-“

“I don’t care what you do,” you whimper. “I’m sick of your jealousy. I’m sick of your hatred of my friendship with some kid who couldn’t give a fuck about me- you literally picked up the pieces of me he shattered, yet you still think there’s a chance I could love him?” You scoff, “you’re ridiculous.”

He sobers up as you throw your arms out in defeat, “I’m so… tired, of the accusations, Rintaro. I’ve given you five years of unconditional love and gratitude. And all you can boil me down to is someone who had a crush in high school?”

“I’m just so worried to lose you,” he says, voice breaking.

“Yeah? Well, you’ve lost me.” You take a step back and gnaw on your lip, “I’m going to go. Think long and thorough about this. But just know, I’ll always love you. Even if you’ve never trusted me.”

“No, no, no, please, don’t leave-“

“I’ll talk to you later…. Okay?”

He’s never going to hear from you again. This, he knows.

The door closes, and he wipes his tearful eyes with the back of his head, slipping out his phone to look at your happy smiling face again, one he took off the face of the earth with his jealousy.

There’s a black screen that faces back to him. It won’t turn on. He groans and hucks the thing across the room, hearing it clang somewhere far enough away.

He’ll deal with it in the morning. For now, he’s got some wallowing to plan out.

[neuvistar]

i would send my soul for a fic of a mean dom joonghyuk 😭😭😭😭😭

UNEXPECTED.

— featuring ┊yoo joonghyuk x afab!reader (gender is not specified.)

— warnings / content warnings ┊all consensual. not proofread, a little short thirst mayhaps, doggy for the first half (lol), unprotected s3x, he’s a lil mean here but not THAT mean guys sad face (he calls u names a few times!!) s!ze kink if u squint, slight choking, overall suggestive content. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

— a/n ┊oopsies i’m so sorry for the late response.. this died down in my inbox :,) you ask n u shall receive anon !! don’t sell ur soul 😞 anyways, i had a lil fun putting this together <3 god bless ur hips guys!

tags: @yanqingisim

well.. this was unexpected.

honestly, it was more than unexpected.. and you couldn’t even find the words for it. your face was pushed up against the soft surface of the white pillows beneath your body, eyes rolling back to the back of your head as your companion, yoo joonghyuk, rammed his cock into you over and over again from behind, overstimulating you as a whole. your cunt was dripping with stickiness and indicating just how much joonghyuk came inside you already, his touch was just as rough as it always was.. he could break you like a glass if he wanted to, with how roughly he was manhandling you right on the spot. joonghyuk’s grip tightens around your waist as it soon travels down towards your thighs, spreading them out even wider. his breathing grew heavy as his chest heaved, his nose right up against your nape inhaling your sweet scent.. making him want to fuck you more than he already is now. “fuck.. you like this, do you?” his voice rumbled in your ears, sending the butterflies in your stomach to the moon.

joonghyuk bit his lip at the warmth of your walls pulsing around his girthy cock, biting down on the flesh of your neck.. his lips proceeded to travel down your trembling body, kissing and biting at your skin where he can. his free hand was over your stomach, rubbing against the bulge every-time he bullies himself inside of you, his fingers digging into your flesh to keep you in place. joonghyuk wanted to drink you in, wanting to feel you in more ways than one. there’s a certain raw thirstness to his touch, a certain desperation that is completely unlike the yoo joonghyuk that everyone else knows. he’s become a man starved for more, starved for more of you and your cunt. he wanted you to know that no one would be able to fuck you as good as he can. “.. pathetic.” he mumbled under his breath, slamming you down more against the bed as a whine left your lips.. nearly forcing his entire weight onto you to keep you from moving away. “what, can’t handle it now? i thought you said you could take it. i knew it.. mmh— you’re nothing more than just a dirty liar.. a dirty slut who’s so desperate for my cock now, are you?”

the dark haired raven flipped you around.. forcing you to face him directly. joonghyuk used one hand to keep you still, placing it overtop your stomach as he slammed himself into you once more, forcing a sharp yelp from your lips. he couldn’t help but smile at how good he’s making you feel, teasing your clit with his thumb has got to be one of his favourites during times like these.. seeing you shiver and moan his name until anyone could hear was enough for him to come on the spot.. yet he didn’t for his own sake.

“joonghyuk.. c-can’t— hah..” your knuckles faded white, nuzzling against his shoulder. joonghyuk wasn’t the type to stop here no.. he knew you wanted more.. he knew this was your way of saying you wanted more than what he was giving you. “i know you can take more. what do you mean you can’t take any more?“ he grunted, his large and rather smooth hands pushed down your stomach to feel himself going in and out of you. there was just something so alluring and arousing seeing you lay there helplessly like that, with your thighs spread apart letting the cold air flow through and through over your perky tits and glistening pussy, you were a bit.. small compared to him.. he never expected you to take his cock like it’s nothing. “you’re sick.. you’re fucking sick.” he cursed, pressing your knees down against the bed as he slid his whole length deeper and deeper, reaching areas he knew was enough to force an orgasm out of you.

his hand wrapped itself around your neck, squeezing down. hard.

“you’re sick for making me feel this way. look at you.. wanting more of my touch huh? just look at how much of a slut you can be when it comes to my cock.” he collided his hips with yours over and over again, sounds of skin slapping against one another filled the dark room you both were in.. the scent of sweat and mere exhaustion filled your nose as your body nearly gave in on you for the millionth time tonight, shivering with a whine of pleasure.. coating joonghyuk’s cock with thick white rings of white, it could be seeping down on the bedsheets by now. you thought that it was finally over..

but oh, you thought wrong.

“what.. did you think we were done? just because you felt good?” yoo joonghyuk kept eye contact with you, that deep and lustful look in his eyes.. as if he was asking for more. he couldn’t stand seeing you this way, cumming on his cock over and over again until it spilled beneath you both to clean later on.. so fragile, so so fragile. yoo joonghyuk can’t get enough of you, really. maybe.. another round wouldn’t hurt?

“i’ll fill your heart with my affection tonight... i’ll make sure to fill every part of you.”

“mark my words.”

[love-bitesx]

what would hobie do in a situation where reader, who’s a new spider person (like pavitr, like they got bitten by the spider few months ago or smth) had just went through their canon event?? whether it be what he would do after the event or during is completely up to you, im just curious and i have hobie brainrot rn LMAOAOAO

ofc if u don’t wanna do this request thats completely fine, have a good rest of ur day/night!!

hobie x gn!reader

warnings: death, family member dying, very (very) brief description of a dead body, but nothing graphic at all. hobie just wants u to be safe n happy :( he’s been through that grief and his heart hurts knowing you’re abt to go through it too :(

you couldn’t move.

your watch emitted a blaring, shrill alarm, miguel desperately trying to make contact, but you were frozen. bones aching, numb, all you could do was stare at the scene in front of you with watery eyes.

“i-,” your body betrayed you, catching your words as they try to escape, clawing at the walls of your throat as they get dragged back down into the growing pit in your stomach. falling to your knees, numb to the feeling of rubble against your bones, you picked up a slab of concrete and threw it to the side.

“uncle ben.”

it was all you could muster, voice small and hoarse, and if a mouse had squeaked at the same time, you would’ve lost in comparison. shaking hands rising to touch his face, a strangled choke broke out at the cold, lifeless skin that met your trembling fingertips. he looked strangely peaceful, sending a bolt of pain directly to your heart.

“no-no, please, uncle ben,” your thoughts unravelled, grabbing at his shirt, as if you could shake the life back into his bones, “please, i can’t do this– i can’t do this without you.”

you’d only been a “spider person” for 4 months. only 4 months of navigating the most isolating, terrifying journey with no one but your dear uncle by your side. he’d grown with you, seeing you muster from dangling off climbing frames in playgrounds as a child, to scaling buildings and saving lives. not a day went past when he wasn’t there with you, holding your hand through the unfathomable changes.

it all happened so quickly. one moment, you’re fighting an anomaly, bashing around the streets of your earth, leading the monster further away from the crowds – until it threw itself, headfirst into a neighbouring building, office blocks, you think to yourself, nothing too serious. that is, until you trap it, ready to send it back to miguel with ease, and lay eyes on the scene it left behind. people crushed under concrete, glass shattered the streets, and a familiar face unconscious on the pavement.

“y/n,” a voice sounds from behind you, but your soul is too busy trying to claw it’s way out of your chest to notice, or care. you laid on his unmoving torso, heart ripping at the vacancy of its usual heaving.

“y/n,” it sounded again, and a twang of familiarity shone its way through the darkness.

“he’s–” you sobbed, reluctantly lifting your head, “i couldn’t save him, i– it’s all my fault, hobie.”

“shh, come ‘ere,” you barely felt his arms wrapping around you, your body was numb. it’s like you were a ghost, haunting your own skin – a poltergeist in the wind.

regardless, you fell into him, gripping his leather vest until your knuckles were white. sobbing into his chest, his ringed hand came up to calm you, running it softly over the curves of your spine, voice low as he whispers into you, “it ain’t your fault, love.”

“you two, you need to get back—” miguel’s voice came booming from a growing portal, spider-people spilling into your dimension, ready to bring the anomaly home, until hobie cut him off sternly.

“fuck off, miguel,” he spat, pulling his arms tighter around you, feeling as though if he held you close enough, he could shelter you from the grief. maybe, if he kept you in his arms, he could carry the burden of your loss on his own studded shoulders. but, he knew he couldn’t, he’d been there before – they all had. all he could do was be there for you, a hand to hold and shoulder to cry on.

and so that’s exactly what he did.

“love, gonna come stay with me for a bit, yeah?” he whispered into your hair, and you nodded weakly, his heart surged, “just ‘til you feel a’ight.”

he placed a kiss – gentle, safe – to your forehead.

“i’ll look after you, darlin’.”

[saintsir4n]

Can u do the scene with eden finding out about grace. Thank u and I am in love with ur writing, I've read Dark twisted fantasy about 3 times already and will read for a 4th time, I love how u write the black women in ur stories, how u show their emotions and how u portray them. ♥️♥️

love this and thank you.

BETRAYED

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1919

“What is it? What’s wrong you had everythin’ fuckin’ planned.” Eden stressed, after being told they had been betrayed.

Ada had left the room, with baby Karl and an anxious Inara in tow, whilst Eden and Tommy stayed. The Dawkins woman watched as he paced, gulping and tugging at the roots of his hair, wanting to say something but couldn’t spit it out.

Black Star Day was their day. It was planned, everything was going according to plan, and Tommy said so. Prayers had been said, drinks had been poured, and Eden and her newfound friend Grace even chatted, buzzing about it all.

But it went to hell when Jeremiah informed Arthur that Billy Kimber was spotted, with an army full of fuckers rallying behind him. There was no God in Small Heath. With every War that ended, another started up.

“It was Grace,” Tommy finally blurted.

Eden froze, face full of confusion, “What was Grace?”

“We’ve been fuckin’ betrayed.”

Tommy had been so stuck on the why, he didn’t focus on the how, how the Irish Barmaid they befriended so quickly could accomplish all of this in such a small frame.

“No,” Eden, of course refused to believe it.

And just like that, she began to pace and he watched, observed with a pained expression as she struggled to come to terms with the truth.

“Eden,” Tommy exclaimed.

“No, she’s our friend remember,” Eden gesticulated. “She was in the Garrison, fuckin’ seconds ago, pouring pints, celebrating with us all.”

Tommy breathed out, more steadier than before, “She gave us away.”

His voice was calm but he was anything but. He had to keep it together, for her. For his Edie, who was on the verge of spiralling.

Eden gulped as her heels slammed against the floorboards, creaking and cracking.

“You said we could trust her,” she whispered, but he heard.

It was like shrapnel to his chest.

You were wrong Tom, was what she meant. You didn’t think.

“I know,” Tommy nodded, standing still, silently raging.

She turned to him, gritted her teeth, “You said we could trust her Thomas.”

He shut his eyes, “Don’t you think I don't fuckin’ know that.”

“You said we could fuckin’ trust her!”

Eden wrung out her numb hands as she choked back a sob. All that happened, all that has been going wrong since that fucking inspector came to their city, their town of Small Heath. She felt the work of a wretched soul at play but she didn’t expect to think it would come from such a nice girl like Grace.

Huh…

Nice, she certainly pulled the wool over their fucking eyes.

Eden had just felt so lonely, Tommy had returned home from the war and her best friends were either dead or in London. She needed someone other than her husband to speak to, preferably anyone without the last name Shelby. And there Grace was, singing her way into the Garrison with her soft and trusting voice.

Oh, how they were wrong.

Eden’s face scrunched up as Tommy’s eyes quickly opened having heard her shuddering breaths.

You said we could fuckin’ trust her. Tommy had his suspicions. He knew the barmaid lied about where she came from and why she moved. He didn’t trust her at first but his wife did. He too, missed the comfort of a friend. Freddie wasn’t one anymore, not after the war, they were on two different paths, racing like trains that wouldn’t come to a halt at any time soon. His other good friend was dead and had been for years. The war took more from him than he thought and his little ‘Nara was the light of his life, his Edie was his heart. But Grace… she was something new, something calm that settled both him and his wife. An outsider, a new friend.

Oh, how she played them for a fool.

“She’s the reason why ‘Nara was almost taken,” Eden’s glossy eyes darted to him, as he stood there in shock. “That fuckin’ inspector tried clawing our daughter out of our hands. For dirty dealin’ Moss said. He got the fuckin’ social on us, claimed that we were a pack of animals.” Eden remembered it all like it was just yesterday. “But they — they trashed our houses, turned it all into a tip, framin’ us like we did it all and they tried… oh Tom they scared us good they did. They scared our little girl even more.”

Tommy’s jaw clenched, recalling the day, hearing his daughter’s screeches and his wife’s wails… Christ, they were louder than the shovels against the wall. Pat. Pat. Pat. He almost wasn't there to stop it. They claimed that Eden was too erratic, too primitive to look after a child like theirs. Daddy! Inara’s shaken voice will always stay with them.

Being dragged and kicked back to that day, neither parent saw or heard Polly enter the room, full of grief and torment.

The Shelby Matriarch's stomach dropped once more, it scarred her brain just like it did when her children were taken from her.

Eden rasped, “I need to see her.”

“No, no you won’t.” Polly shook her head, “I'll deal with Grace. If either one of you set eyes on her again, you might kill her.”

Eden hung onto that blissful thought.

When Polly left, Tommy turned to his wife, sighing when she gripped her Black Madonna.

“I thought we could trust her,” Eden wanted to cry.

She wanted to scream, stab, shoot, fuck anything.

“I know love. I know,” Tommy slowly nodded.

The two exchanged a dark look, one that read, that they’ll talk later.

“Tommy?”

“Yeah.”

“Please be safe.”

And with that Tommy raced out of the house, needing to end this all one and for all.

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a/n:

If I ever wrote the canon plot, Tommy wouldn’t cheat on Eden, but because of who he is he would do other things to fuck up their relationship.

In this though both trusted Grace as a friend because of how they lost friends in my headcanon

[nonotnolan]

An Excellent Choice

Dedicated to my valentine, the lovely @mergeman​

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“You still sure you want to do this?” Brad texted.  Finn had already spent most of the bus ride on his phone, so he’d already finished reading the message by the time his text notification had finished chiming.  “It’s okay if you get cold feet.  I won’t be offended. ;) I promise!”

Finn couldn’t help but roll his eyes.  “sounds like ur the one w cold feet” he shot back.  “i already told u were doin this”  Granted, he would have been lying if he’d said that he had no fear... but Finn had worked through all of that hesitation when he purchased the bus ticket.  He’d spent far too much time and money on this offer only to back out now.

Brad was offering $150,000 to a like-minded young soul who was willing to merge with him.  The man was pushing 60, and was hoping to absorb enough youth to try life over again.  For his part, Finn was sick of scraping by from paycheck to paycheck, and if that meant giving up 20 years of his life, well... at least he was being reimbursed for it.  Five years of his current job’s wages was no joke, and the funds would go a long way towards buying a reliable car, and maybe even a down payment on a house.

And anyway, it wasn’t like he was going to disappear.  Rather than opting for the type of merge that put two men into one body, this would be one of the more experimental versions where two people combine all of their traits, and each person becomes the average value.  Finn stepped off the bus and started looking around the agreed-upon meeting place to see if the other man was here.

“Guess I’ll tell my bank not to stop that money transfer.  I really didn’t think you were going to show up, but here you are.”  He watched as an older gentleman strolled up to him, looking very out of place in dark navy sweats.  More impressive was the raven black hair, which looked very out of place given his wrinkled skin and frail figure.  “What, you’ve never seen a man desperately cling to youth with hair dye before?” he asked, clearly used to the stares.  “We can’t all have vibrant hair color, Finley.”

“I’m used to your kind trying to over-compensate with fancy cars,” Finn admitted, unable to pull his eyes away from the older man’s thick beard.  “And my name is Finn.  Respect my name, and I’ll respect yours.  Bradford.”

Brad threw his head back in raucous laughter.  “Oh yes, you are an excellent choice.  Come here!”  Brad pulled him in close, and started to kiss him full on the lips.  It took Finn a few moments to realize that the odd sensation in his mouth was Brad’s tongue, and a few more moments to realize that the kiss was how Brad was planning to perform the merge.  His height was one of the first things to go-- he no longer needed to bend down to maintain contact-- and his skin felt a bit stiff as it tightened with age.  But it was the beard that really felt odd.

Brad’s facial hair crept onto Finn’s chin and worked its way up his sideburns like some sort of crawling ooze, while a smaller tendril grew up toward his nose to form a mustache.  The sudden itch of new hair under his nose was a bit much, and Finn briefly opened his eyes.  The man in front of him was clearly a few decades younger, which could only mean he was now a few decades older.

“Just a bit more,” Brad said, panting for breath.  “We need to even out our hair color, and I think our weight is still a bit uneven.  Once we’re done we can stop by the courthouse and file all the paperwork.”  Finn nodded in understanding, and leaned back in for another kiss.

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“Is it normal for hair dye to completely vanish when a merge has finished?” Brad asked, as they sat in front of a mirror in the lobby of the County Recorder Clerk.  “Our hair should be a combination of the two inputs, but it’s like your red hair and my former brown hair mixed together, rather than the deep black I was dyeing it to be once it started to go gray.”

Finn just shrugged his shoulders.  “I don’t know why you’re asking me.  You were my first merge.  I didn’t even really register that this was a technology that existed until you reached out to me.  I’m just glad we just look like twins and not, like... cloned copies of each other.”

“I’m just glad I got to keep my piercings,” Brad said as he absent-mindedly traced the heavy stud with his finger.  “Sorry if you didn’t want to deal with jewelry.  Yours look small enough that it would probably heal shut in a few weeks.”

“I hadn’t really thought about it,” Finn admitted, still getting used to the idea that the man with the thick beard was his new reflection and his new body.  “Do you think they would let us change our names when we register with the state?  I really don’t feel like a Finley anymore.”

“I hope so,” Brad replied, following up with another deep laugh.  “I was planning to change my name to Bradley.  It won’t change my nickname but, it just feels right somehow.  Like our names merged when our bodies did.”

Finn smiled.  “I think you’re right.  Finnegan sounds pretentious and borderline obnoxious, but... I also think that it’s my name, now.”

Brad responded by slinging an arm around his shoulder, giving Finn a supportive squeeze.  “I think it’s an excellent choice.”

[xxx-wounded-angel-xxx]

Hey, I saw ur post saying you were taking requests for lost boys or Billy hargrove x male reader so I was wondering if you could do a lost boys x Billy hargrove x male reader request. I don't have anything in mind specifically but maybe Billy runs away back to california and meets the reader who is a part of the lost boys??? Idk, you can do whatever you want with it :))

Billy and the Lost Boys, my fave together <3 Thank u for this request anon! I hope you enjoy it :)

Be one of us - Poly! Lost Boys x male reader x Billy Hargrove

TW : violence (not more than in canon), some sexual innuendo

Wanna read it on AO3 ?

It was a boring evening. No surf nazi to pick fight with, not so many teenagers to terrorize… Beside giving death glare to passerby with David, there was not much to do. Paul and Marko were having fun on the rides. As David and Dwayne went hunting, for the later was hungry, you decided to not join them as you were not. Instead, you started to walk around the boardwalk. You were a full vampire after all, there was not much that could decently harm you even if you were on your own.

That’s how you spotted him. Dark blond curls, jeans hugging a nice butt, leather jacket. By his looks, he was a runaway. Feeling stared at, he turned in your direction. Those blue eyes! Like Paul’s, you knew that you could drown in them. He was so beautiful, you had to show him to your boys.

You decided to walk to him confidently. You were sure in your guts that he had what it takes to be a Lost Boy. “So, what’s your name pretty runaway?”

That’s how you got to learn a little about Billy. You weren’t aware of where David and Dwayne went, so you decided to lead him to your blonds instead.

You found them sitting together, not very far from a concert. While Marko was quite skeptical, Paul seemed to approve of your choice, not even knowing if Billy was meant to be food or friend. You guys went on together, as you warned David and Dwayne by the mind link you all shared of where your intentions were laying by. David was the one keeping all of you safe, he would always have the last word anyway.

When David looked at him, he seemed to see what you saw because he asked Billy if he had somewhere to go. When he admitted that he didn’t, David offered him that Billy could stay by your place. Billy was okay with that, if he could come with his own car. To your surprise, your lover accepted. He led you all to his car, a nice blue Chevrolet Camaro. Youn could see in your boys’ eyes that they were approving of his taste.

And his driving! Fast and reckless, he adapted easily to the way you all rode your bikes.

He accepted to go down the rickety-looking entrance, even looking less anxious when David told him the story of the place, and he visibly loosened up when Paul mentioned the absence of parents or adults. You offered him a smile as you settled down next to him on a couch, and caught him looking at Paul and Marko, already in their own little world. Your boyfriends had always been very tactile with each other’s. Billy was looking… envious? If Billy was really into men, you did a great job at picking the babe.

Since he was wearing a Metallica t-shirt, you strike a conversation with him about music. Quickly, Paul and Marko come around, launching themselves in the conversation that became loud and animated.

Glancing at David, you saw him talking with Dwayne, most likely about what to do with Billy. And when you see them bringing the jeweled bottle, you know that Billy is meant to stay.

You know that it’s David’s blood in it, so when he offered you the bottle to give an example to Billy, you make a show of drinking the crimson gift of your lover. Licking your lips, you turn to the newcomer.

“Sleep all day. Party all night. Never grow old. Never die. Be one of us Billy. Drink it”

You can see the hesitation in his eyes, so expressive, windows to his soul.

“Don’t you wanna be one of us?” David’s voice broke the silence. Looking at David, Billy brought the bottle to his lips… and drank. You all erupted into cheers, greeting the pretty boy into his new life as a Lost Boy.

The night turned into a joyous party, the five of you putting him at ease. As the sun come closer, you helped the halfling get his stuff from his car, and showed him the way to a deeper part of the cave, not too far of your sleeping room so you could reach your new boy if you needed even in the middle of the day.

Once you and Dwayne were sure that Billy was comfortably settled down, the two of you joined your lovers and flew next to them.

The next evening, you woke up early and went to check on Billy. The boy was already awake, and greeted you as you leant on what would have been a doorframe in a normal room. Your scent and the boys’ lingered everywhere, as it was your room when you were still human, and the one you would usually use when things were getting hotter, so it didn’t surprise you when you realized that Billy had your smell lingering on him. David will enjoy it, you thought. I will enjoy what? You repeated your train of thoughts to David, who took his place behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Somehow his display of affection seemed to put Billy at ease.

Apparently, boys liking boys was not in good light where he was from. But here the young runaway would be free to be whoever he wanted to be, as a Lost Boy. Between Paul’s legs, if you believed the wild rocker’s thoughts. Dude was already picturing Billy as your lover despite him only joining you guys yesterday.

But first pretty boy would have to feed…

While Paul was helping Billy to get ready, the rest of you were wondering how to get Billy to turn. Starting a blood bath in front of him and let him give in to the thirst?  Tell him and let him pick his first kill himself? Tonight? Next week? It was finally decided that he would get a few days, and that the rest of you would let him get comfortable around you all, while you would drop hints and see if he would pick up.

The days passed, and you grew fond of the half vampire.

After a week since Billy’s arrival, you all pilled up in his camaro, as he drove you all to a quiet place where you could get as high and as drunk as you wished.

David had told you that Billy had picked up on the creature of the night thing, but he had not said anything about it yet. You knew that it was only a matter of time before Billy wad finally turning, so you all let him enjoy being half for the last few nights of his life.

At least it was what David had planned. When that angry man barged in, yelling, you all saw Billy freeze. And you got to know what he was running away from.

David immediately put himself between Billy and his father, protecting our boy. Then it all went down really fast.

The man tried to get at David, blood got shed, which seemed to make Billy react. The blond launched himself at his father, protecting the vampire that had welcomed him with open arms. Before the man could do anything to protect himself, Billy had vamped out, ripped his throat open, drinking from  the wound.

When he got up, covered in blood, Billy whipped his mouth with the back of his right hand.

“He deserved it”. No one said anything about it. Instead, David smiled.

“Welcome, Lost Boy. You’re one of us now.”

[lewisainz]

omg ... hi 👉👈 thank u for the tag @xiaoluclair what era are we entering rn 

1: are you named after anyone? my real name is what my dad would’ve been named if he had been born a daughter, so sort of LOL 

2: when was the last time you cried? literally last night, and i will cry again tonight when i lie down for my daily unendurable watch of brocedes tiktoks 

3: do you have kids? no but i like to call myself a milf anyway cuz its a mindset <3 

4: do you use sarcasm a lot? yes it’s how i flirt & charm my way into being unsettling but unforgettable

5: what sports do you play/have you played? i hate sports, so literally only equestrian disciplines akskdslds </3 i’ve done western riding, dressage, jumping, but my new/current horse is like barely trained under saddle so we just vibe 

6. what's the first thing you notice about other people? their hair tbh 

7: scary movies or happy endings? i do love horror movies but lately they’re all SO fucking boring

8: any special talents? being cringefail And being really good at overwatch. i’ve also witnessed a murder 

9: where were you born? in ur mom . 

10: what are your hobbies? i like to ride horses and roleplay w/ my friends :3 i have anxiety so i don’t do much. i barely talk to anyone on here. i convince myself everyone hates me. my hobby is oversharing . i also collect cinnamoroll plushies (swag +2) 

11: do you have any pets? i have 3 cats, a dog, and a horse, and my mutuals 

12: how tall are you? 5′3″ babieeeee lets go 

13: fave subject in school? ngl other than math i was really good at everything in school i’ll have u know i never lost my 4.0 gpa ONCE 

14: dream job? being a wag 

15: eye colour? dark brown and i specifically remember my 8th grade teacher staring at me one time and going “your eyes are black did you know they say people with black eyes can truly look into other people’s souls” and i’ve never recovered 

i had a moment of weakness originally if you saw me beign pathetic here no u didn’t i was not myself i’m fighting demons. ANYWAY: i’m tagging whoever sees this cuz i’m nervous. i have a rash now and my heart is racing or whatever eminem said. 

[soulventure91]

emoji asks for u:👑,🙈 (esp for dir) and i'd love to know 🌌 -- for as many of ur blorbos as you see fit!

emojis bb! |

Diric Vajon 👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why? I think I answered this one in the last round doing this, BUT. If he's to be remembered, Dir would like it to be as a protector, someone that could be counted on when he was needed. He grew up believing that being a soldier, a fighter - someone able to stand up for himself and others - was how he was going to make it out of Blackthorn and make a difference in the world. He's not as sure now as he's been in the past whether that's how he'll be remembered - if he'll be remembered at all.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don’t want to show other people? It's peeked out a bit since he's come back from Tsenden, and it's a side he is trying to be more comfortable with letting out: being playful, not being wound up in his armor all the time. Diric's never felt comfortable letting down all his walls and allowing himself to have fun. He's going to make an attempt once we get out of the Shadowfell, though - day at the spa, do some frivolous shopping and maybe some new piercings, and get down some dancing if he finds a good place. Dir needs something to help his soul heal and stabilize his broken heart at the very least.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them? So when I fist started playing a ttrpg in uni, I was able to get my hands on a HeroLab license (that group was running a heavily modified Pathfinder 1e game, hence HL) and started working with a few different concepts. Around the same time as I was starting to read up on Drow (since I wanted to play one and my DM wanted to ensure I didn't accidentally make a Drizzt), I also discovered mind flayers! There's actually a sequence in the second Homeland Trilogy book where Drizzt is! Briefly captured and enthralled by mind flayers! And part of that stuck with me enough that when I was passing time doing concepts and inspired by art on Pinterest, I created a psionic dhampir ranger - a man that had been captured and enthralled by mind flayers and escaped, but was forever changed by the experience. I then shelved that concept and that character sheet has since been lost to time - sometimes I'd think about it again, though, and the thought came on strongly after Tac died and Tez was spiraling rapidly out of the party. Of course at the time 5e didn't have dhampir or psionics, but I could still have the mind flayers in the background - and I could play not a full Drow (at the time that PF1e Drow had gotten kinda shafted in terms of chardev so playing full Drow some years later had left a bad taste in my mouth, and something similar happened in an in-person game I'd been in while also playing a full Drow) but a partial Drow, who would be outside the dangerous society and more easily exit onto the surface. And that's how you get to Diric!

Rosette Gang 🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them? So for the Rosette kids, it began with Kassi and playing the first open beta of Diablo 4. The opening intrigued me, and Diablo being a dark fantasy universe the idea of playing a necromancer seemed like a cool, lore-infused place to start. Of course though the necromancer's body model was bony and starved-looking - but that just set my creative juices turning. Necros in Diablo are sort of a combo class of D&D wizard and warlock - sturdier than a sorcerer but still a solid magical cannon, if restricted in some ways compared to a magic-heavier class. Building from there I could reckon Kassi as someone that tried to be the full-wiz style of necromancer - but can't. So she needed a more warlock-esque arc - leaning again into Diablo and the character of Rathma, born of an angel and a demon and known as the First Necromancer. So of course with most things when I want to develop further, I turned to my bestie @tatooine92 and said 'hey what if some portal magic went wrong and this skinny little necromancer that actually has 15 STR landed in Thedas'. She followed it up with 'what if she landed in Kirkwall??' This is how we get to Dylen and Jerrik - originally two nobody Templars guarding the Kirkwall Chantry when the Veil gets popped open briefly and this maybe-demon person falls right out in from of the Grand Cleric. Jerrik was the Quiet Stoic Protector, while Dylen was the Curious-But-Wary-And-Witty Newbie (and yes they're husbands, we knew this immediately). Kassi immediately bonded to them, and when I started developing her original world Steph agreed that I could port Dylen and Jerrik in as well - which meant I had to figure out "Templars" without actually having Templars. Cue D&D again and the Eberron setting with dragonmarks - just altered and made rarer! That's how you get the most sunshiney-yet-goth necromancer who can bench press you while still grinning; an ex-con who suddenly has magic that lets him be EVEN SNEAKIER; and a very tired sword-and-board-plus-protection-magic man who really doesn't like necromancers for Deeply Personal Reasons \o/

[theuniverseawakens347]

Alissa Chris Malcom willingly put shit on me when LEE TOLD U FEDERAL WAS HAPPENING

At Flora Lindsay Lainy Baylee brooke Caroline pinned things on basket to put on me when basel confronted Lee W THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING NONSENSE none of this made ..

Marcus after yesterday took it off of me and shake admitting perjury through Laing for willingly taking her nudes and meeting up fucking and drugging lainy .. per Lee request ( cause he’s BLACK dark skin)

Chris been knew that willingly took bait so we don’t care about him tried to put shit on Myron t dough as Correy c and Dre cause a jealous piece of shit of those dudes also they’re telepathic and he knows this ..but the weakest scared one of the crew ..and also a sociopath in the head a nigga w NO STREET CODE ETHICS OR MORALS WOULD SET ANYONE ONE UP AND GAS LIGHT THEN HOW ALEX GOT IN TROUBLE ..Chris being STOOPID make sense nigga u was always on some weird shit like Gregory at 54 .. Alex nurse for Chris on some dumb shit and Chris put that on Myron / Correy c t dough seen what happened .. why ya ass really ran to the south “for school” to partnas don’t like you niggas setting u up for they lick back imma help them get it.

Ian can confirm. District boyZ n Ian from a different plain / VERSES past life version of Tristan Ian and Harrell and t dough …Correy c is me .. Jo-Jo is me .. djuana .. guys I don’t really care about her BITXH tried to set me up so 🤷🏽‍♀️ ded

Anyways Alissa fat payout to get me to fuck my family / have a baby by someone NOT MY RIGHTFUL TWIN FLAME THIS LIFE AT HOWARD REQUEST .. u took the bate at Tyler poking holes in my condoms .. lmao this gotta be fucking fake …

THIS HOW YALL LETTING ME COME OUT AS ME?? YO THIS SOME WEAK ASS SHIT.

OBAMA U GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW LIKE BE SOOOOO FUCKING FRFR AINT NOOOO FUCKING WAY THIS REAL LIFE.

Yal weird case n point. I know what I need to know. YALL WEIRD.

I said I’m having two husbands on the blog Lee Howard for Lee tried to “get me pregnant” by one of yal outside of my rightful ones to JUST HOW EARGER LOOSE MORALS YAL ARE. ALL WHO PARTICIPATED CAST AWAY AT MALCOM WEIRDO UR 5 ..why tf would I want ur child or to sleep w u

Who tf flora said my parents snuck me a phone when they came to visit around their Hawaii / Delaware trip .. um 😕 guys be sooo fucking Dr then that makes u a shit support and Baylee a shitty ass liar but also like a shit person to care over kids lmao poor Scarlett .. it’s like u don’t want her .. why get pregnant by Basel miss doing drugs w Ashley in the house / sd OD Emily 🤯

LIVES ON REPEAT. ETERNAL DAMNNATION. 😈 on a different planet. Good luck fightING in the war soldiers. ALL OF CLARITY HOUSE EXCEPT CAILTIN CAUSE SHE ADMITTED / ALERTED BASEL AND DISNT DO THIS WEIRDO SHIT THANKS SISTR .. EMAN INFORNMANT. DEAD. FUCK THAT LYING AS NARCISCO BITCH KILLED HER OWN BROTHER AND TOLD NO one. Also SHE KNEW THE DAY SHE WALKED OUT SHE WAS FUCKED. CAUSE SHE WAS GOING TO SELL HER SOUL SHE DID. AND HER BROTHER GAVE HER THE VOICES FOR KILLING HIM AND NOT ADMITTING IT TO ANYONE .. oops revenge on everyone mom is DEATH. permanent. Okay sorry ramzi, I don’t care. Taylor psycho hate her death lied about psych ward to do drugs Baylee signed off on it Erin can ATest..eyes in the sky to the fuck shit

I gotta go about everyone in this??

Marcus death don’t care

Shake make right don’t care handle w Ian and Tristan

Harrell I like u battle it out w bay but he’s get baby

Yal niggas really fr? Rn ? This real life … where’s the “THIS A JOKE” sign cause no way ..

Ian death by perjury thru Lee Alissa Morris I’m just kidding 🤷🏽‍♀️ idk yal just tell me I’m just writing it at papa 👴🏻

Kk over the “proving I’m telepathic “ ITS NOT GOING NO WHERE Lee how u still think I’m lying but guilty of knowing I’m not lying about that

Yal gone tell me this was ONE BUG FAMILY GAME U WIN WE LET U FREE .. I just 🙂🖕🏽🤯

Yal doing this cause the amount of fucking drugs she put me on .. and fried my spleen n brains .. 🤷🏽‍♀️ a bitch be walking every day .. not retarted a little slow and HIGHLY FUCKING HIGHLY PISSED KIM PLAYING MICKY AND IM STILL IN THIS FUCKING CAR NIGGAS COULD HAVE GOTTEN ME A FUCKING HOTEL YAL SOME CHEAP BAGS OF DICKS.

[xaninmyblunt]

I’m sitting in class first day… i notice that I’m surrounded by girls most of them on my side of the class and i feel happy about that. I don’t want them only one catches my eyes fucking obsessed already r.i.p. funny thing is I remember scrolling on facebook one day sliding in girls dm like a chump . Ps i feel very uncomfortable but i like that feeling it makes me feel alive . Anyways I’m texting girls left and right delivered no text i come across a girls page she is pretty and i thought to myself damn i don’t want to say anything stupid just in case i see her and speak of satan she is right here in my class sitting next to me…what the fuck !!!! I remember what she wore that day pink checkered shirt w a pink skirt oh well. I am obsessed :3 lol

We became friends or a variant of it i felt close but not close enough i loved to make her laugh i found out she had a boyfriend sucked dick so fucking much kinda hurt especially when i found out it was a dickwad. She was supposed to be mine fucking fuck fuck. Soo that day after school i took shrooms blasted off . Seen things played games. Then after sold my soul in the bathroom fell asleep for two seconds. Woke up naked and everything was normal thats what i thought but selling ur soul is uhm a big deal and big mistake but fuck it u only live twice.!

I feel like i was put into another dimension same people but created by satan a sandbox if u will where the devil is the admin and controls the works and my involvement in it. Even if i think I’m controlling it I’m clearly not . Anyways i kinda lost my mind a week in i had dreams of being killed mee killing people i could smoke weed anymore my favorite drug stripped from me oh well.

Anyways i started to hear voices and see things that were not fucking there definitely not my fucking consciousness’s.. the clouds look like demons faces and the outlines of the bark on trees looked like demonic faces . When i would try to smoke weed it felt like someone had turned on a heater at full blast my ass legs shins testicals would burn i couldn’t sit still in class i would go to the bathroom and just go insane absolutely bonkers. I love rapping and when i rap its about killing people doesn’t bother me that much but if i think ab it too much i kinda get worried i might do some of the things i rap about.

For some odd reason during lunch i went to the auditorium and decided to play on the fuckingg piano lmao like i know how to play that old thing i sat down and started playing it in the empty audience silence. I decided i was going to play music for the dead the souls of those who sold theirs just like i did. Wouldn’t u believe it me playing the piano actually sounded amazing i was astonished by the fact i could even play an unearned skill that i probably shouldn’t have cool i felt like some anime character. A month in i had pretty much distanced my self from most of my classmates i was just going insane the voices and seeing things was just to much for me to sit still. Fucking horrible. I felt like everyone knew what i had done bc they are in a sand box i helped create

Oh im so fucked this thinking has got to go.

By the way this is all based off a true story

Im slowly drifting off into dreaming and then im falling i cant even feel my bed anymore im falling up down but i dont feel like im being ragdolled its unimaginably smoothe how im falling but its also fast paced and so dark i cant see anything im scared my mom wakes me up…thank you

[lesbianlenas]

i finally got back to playing ds2 & tbh 😔 i’m kind of enjoying it now……def more than ds1…..but it doesn’t feel as agonizing to play as it used to maybe law school desensitized me. that being said i NEED to finish this game before next semester starts or i will have it hanging over me like a guillotine…..

[rcksmith]

Rules — Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Your works is incredibly good, masterpiece. Can you please smut with Kaz Brekker and prompts 34, 37, 47? Using your rules, they are wonderful. I will really wait))”

“could u do #39 with kaz???ignore if ur not comfortable with this!!”

“Hello, just binge read your kaz brekker smuts and they are amazing! Was wondering if you could do something with smut prompts 34,84,&72?”

Smut prompts:

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

37. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

“39. “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

47. “You look so good on your knees like that.”

72. “Fuck you.” 1. “I’m up for it if you are.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, NSFW,explicit heavy smut, dirty talk, dom!Kaz.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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There were two types of people in the world. The dangerous ones, with whom shouldn't play or challenge, people who are able to see and set your soul on fire with a single look, who exude power and domination with the way they walk. And there were people who loved to play with danger, with fire. People who felt the adrenaline pump in their veins and loved the feeling of being messing with something forbidden. Overcoming limits, challenging people on power.

Kaz Brekker was the first type of person. And you were second.

He was intimidating, dark and dangerous. An aura of mystery adored him like an underworld selvedge, and his caustic and intense gaze could very well be bought from what Lucifer cast around the world after The Fall. It was amazing how he hadn't left a trail of rubble where that gaze passed. People feared him, obeyed him, responded to his orders with astonishing precision. Everyone, but not you.

The surest comparison to define you would be to buy Jesper. Both with social personality, adrenaline addiction and seduction in their eyes. But you were a little more than that. More impulsive, more reckless, and more provocative. While Jesper knew all too well when to step back and keep your mouth shut, you refused to bow to Dirty Hands. Not because it was proud, but because it was fun, thought-provoking. Addictive. Every cell in your body felt extremely alive when you are under Kaz Brekker's dominant, angry, and dangerous gaze. He giving you a clear warning that you were swimming in turbulent water, but you were just plunging deeper into his waves.

You wanted to push him to the edge, the exasperation, to see what was really underneath that cold face and serious. Kaz could very well be the boss of the famous gang you were part of, but his rank wasn't enough to stop you. Never would be.

"Frankly, I just don't care." You told Jesper and Nina in one night, downing a shot of vodka.

"What?!" She looked at you dumbfounded. "Kaz is your boss and you argued with him about his plan!"

Nina looked alarmed, but all you felt was adrenaline and pleasure.

“Because it was a nonsense plan and…”

“What nonsense plan?”

And there was Kaz. With his height and his black underworld clothes, with his Lucifer gaze and mouth made for sin. You wanted him to sin. But you wanted l him sin with you.

Jesper and Nina soon stuttered trying to make up an excuse, but you weren't given to lies.

“Yours, in this morning.” Jesper looked like he wanted to stick his head in the dirt after your comment.

Then, once again, that fervent gaze was upon you, and every pulse in your body frantically pumped blood through your veins.

“Don't think I didn't notice your inability to follow rules, Y/n.” It was a warning.

“Oh I don't have a problem following rules “You rested your chin in your palm, with your elbow on the table, and held his fervent gaze, “,but only when they make sense. So that's the only way I can be very obedient, Sir.”

You heard Nina gasp, but your eyes didn't leave Kaz's. There was much more to that look than met the world could see. There was war for control, battles and ferocity. Kaz Brekker wanted to break you in half in that eye contact, but you wouldn't budge because a look. If he wanted you on your knees, you would be very happy to do it, but it would have to be the right way.

Kaz leaned toward you, closer enough for no one else to hear what he was going to say but far enough away that his mouth wouldn't touch your ear.

"You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching."

After that, the sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating, so thick it could have been cut with a knife. But nobody did anything to placate it, and you two just let it get bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until it's too late.

And in one night, it was too late.

"I won't do this just because you want to!" You crossed your arms over your chest.

Kaz wanted you to kidnap one of a mobster's kids to act as security when making a deal, but you wasn't going to kidnap anyone.

“You work for me.”

“No, I work with you.” It was a lie, but you didn't budge. “Don't think I'm here for lack of choice, Brekker. You need me as a vital member of this team and don't forget we're on an equal footing.”

His blue eyes turned almost black. Kaz Brekker rose from his office desk.

“Do you really think you're going to tell me how to act? Think you're gonna boss me around? Well, I don't think so.” His speech was slow and hot and dangerous, like that of a hunter prowling his prey and contemplating how pathetic you attempts to fight were.

“I don't give a damn what you think.” Your whole body was throbbing with life in that moment, as if fireworks had exploded in your chest. “But I won't do what you're ordering.”

"Fuck you." His voice was a growl.

A spot between your legs vibrated, and you gripped the taunt tightly. "I'm up for it if you are."

That seemed to be the pinnacle. The air crackled, the world shuddered, and Kaz's eyes roared with the flames of hell. He walked towards your with three long, purposeful strides, grabbed your chin in his gloved hand and brought you close to his mouth like you were just a rag doll.

Your breath burned in lungs, your unrestrained heart grew stronger and your entire body shivered. A low moan caught in your throat, but you could feel the warm, pulsing liquid stain your panties.

"You’d better watch your fucking mouth." Kaz's voice was husky, strong and gruff, like a boss. Your boss.

Pleasure invaded your body like waves of electricity, stealing your breath and making your blood burn in veins like scalding lava. Your whole body vibrated, screamed, begged. You wanted to disobey and be dominated. You wanted to fight and be defeated. You wanted to play rebellious and be demoted to a good girl.

And your desires must have been very explicit and pleading in your eyes, because Kaz let his lips curve into a cocky, smug smile. The smile of someone who knows he has power.

"You are such a hypocrite." He brought his body close to your. "Saying you're not easily obedient, likes others to think you're provocative and rebellious, but you're just a needy kid wanting my attention."

You moaned this time. A broken and delivered sound that gave away your entire game.

"I'm not one of the men you can challenge and get along with."

"I didn't think you was." You tried to rescue the last spark of provocation, your last fire of insolence.

“And yet you test me. Because you know what I can do with you.”

His husky words hit your skin, and Kaz pulled your chin more closer, until your lips were able to swallow his words. “Because you know I can break you.”

The moan came loud this time, desperate and needy. Kaz hadn't even touched you properly and you already felt ready to combust.

“Y-yes.” But if you were desperate, Kaz was burning with dangerous fury.

“I'm so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Then his hand slipped from your jaw and stuck to the silky hairs on the back of your neck, closing his fingers there and bringing you with him to the armchair Kaz had been sitting in seconds ago.

They weren't sweet, affectionate, or kind touches, but that wasn't what you were looking for. You wanted roughness, fury, raw and strength. You wanted something wild, wanted had marks on your body the other day to tell a story. You weren't a woman who settled for the basics and wanted someone able to show you what a real fuck was. You wanted to be broken. And Kaz Brekker could give you that.

He sat down in the leather armchair and pulled you to the floor, settling you on your knees on the floor between his long, masculine legs. The awareness of what was to come filled your mouth with water, with desire, with lust, and you found yourself already leaning your mouth closer and... Kaz pulled your hair back, not hard, but firmly, keeping you away from his dick. For a while.

“Are you so eager to get my dick yet?” His free hand, now ungloved, glided to your face, running his thumb across your cheek in a firm, possessive touch. “Of course you are. Greedy slut."

Then came a slap. It wasn't aggressive, but you could feel the heat on your cheek. Your panties have never been so wet as they are now.

“S-Sir f-fuck.”

It was a plea, a whimper or a moan, you didn't know anymore. All you could feel was your pussy throbbing, mouth salivating and the overwhelming desire to put his cock in your mouth. It all hit you so hard that you wanted to cry with the wait.

Kaz lowered his mouth to your, slamming their lips together in a rough, brutal, dictating kiss. He invaded with his tongue and conquered everything you had, rubbing the hot flesh of your tongue in an erotic, maddening dance.

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules." It was his sentence after back away his lips from your.

Unbuttoning his black pants with one hand and pulling the waistband down along with the boxers, he released the throbbing cock that sprang out with glory and grandeur. Thick, streaked with veins and with a pink head swollen and leaking with pre-cum. Everything about Kaz Brekker was delicious. Your moan at the sight was an opportunity that wasn't passed up. Kaz pulled your head by the back of your neck toward his dick, sinking into the velvety, warm, wet cavity of your mouth.

You accepted it readily, almost in desperation, tasting its taste with his tongue and sucking on his head like your favorite lollipop. Kaz moaned loudly, letting his head fall back and loosening his grip on your hair. Your eyes lifted to him, and the sight made you clench your thighs to ease the arousal.

His broad chest covered by the black button-down shirt rose and fell faster, his smooth white neck was exposed, and his firm jaw was clenched with fury. Brekker looked like the god of the underworld. And you loved it.

Your mouth suck to his cock better, increasing the back and forth movements and leaving a trail of hot sage. One hand rested on Kaz's thigh while the other aided the movements, spreading all the saliva down the length of his cock.

“You look so good on your knees like that.” His voice was more of a growl, and his grip on your hair went back to being firm.

You brought your eyes up to his once more, batting your lashes gracefully as you let out a few broken moans, sliding your tongue across every inch of his warm skin you could reach. Kaz gritted his teeth with your puppy dog ​​eyes. Losing all control and letting out a loud growl mixed with an aggressive curse, he thrust your head at him, sinking his entire dick into your hot mouth and hitting the glans at the beginning of your throat.

You gasped and he moaned loudly, increasing the back and forth and building with the movements of his own hips, fucking your mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Fucking hell, what a velvet mouth!" He locked his teeth into his lower lip, using his free hand to slide his thumb across your cheek and give you a reward in the form of a small caress. "That's right, good girl."

You moaned, squinting your eyes and relaxing your throat. His compliment has done wonders for your feminine ego and your vanity, you've sunk your mouth down to touch the tip of your nose to his pelvis, and the grip on your hair has become rough as Kaz moaned loudly in a session of swearing and gasping.

He held you in that position, his whole body shaking with pleasure and despair, blood pumping like boiling lava through his saturated veins. With one last moan mixed with growl, he cum in your throat. In hot, strong jets, making sure you take every last drop. He tasted like salt, man and lust. And it was a miracle you didn't cum right away. The best liquid you've ever had.

Kaz released your hair with a hot gasp, and the hand on your cheek gently pulled you back. His dick came out of your mouth with a 'pop', saliva and tears mingled in your chin, your lips swollen and as red as roses at their apex.

You've never been so fucking delicious as you are now.

Brekker pulled you into his lap, settling you on his thigh and locking their mouths in a kiss permeated with lust and desire. You whimpered, body sensitive, pussy throbbing and throbbing. Your hands went to his hair as Brekker pulled the hem of your skirt up.

"Now, you're going to keep showing me how much you regret being insolent."

You smiled with teasing and malice. The night was just beginning.

[yawnzznbear]

may i present to you, TXT ⭐️ as things my teammates and or coaches have said and or done 💫 (i’m a cheerleader) part 1 💘

⭐️ disclaimer: none of the boys have actually said any of these quotes, this is just for funsies! i’m also not shipping any of them, my friends joke around with each other while saying this stuff lmao. ENJOY!

beomgyu: i feel like i might pass out

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kai: i feel like we should all bark at the end, but like a puppy, like roof!

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yeonjun: i’m gonna get taehyun to kill my ex. taehyun how do you feel about murder if it’s justified?

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soobin: there’s ten minutes left of practice and he wants us to go full out? is he nuts?

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taehyun: there are about 700 note cards shoved under my door... what the hell did i miss last night?

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yeonjun: come to room 606 now. I SAID NOW! WHY AREN’T YOU HERE YET?

⭐️

kai: HELLO? ARE U DEAD? can u please confirm ur not dead bc like… ur my ride.

⭐️

taehyun: i need new friends.

beomgyu: *screams in the distance*

taehyun: yeah… really need new friends.

⭐️

beomgyu: or... how about we cancel practice and have team nap time? sound good?

⭐️

kai: we’re all gonna die tonight! how fun! some very effective team bonding.

⭐️

taehyun: you know, you’re supposed to catch the foot with your hands, not your face. that might help with the bloody noses.

⭐️

yeonjun: W is for the Way you turn us on ;)

⭐️

taehyun: i’ll literally strangle her if she doesn’t watch herself

⭐️

beomgyu: *animated story telling* this is the time i got four avocados instead of four limes and taehyun told me i was a menace to society

⭐️

kai: HELP ME OUT HELP ME OUT

soobin: FOCUS KAI

⭐️

soobin: are we about to kiss right now?

yeonjun: yes. don’t question it.

⭐️

beomgyu: don’t put a question mark where god put a period

⭐️

kai: I’m very confused right now. let me get back to you in about 3 to 5 business days

⭐️

yeonjun: the diggity dogs are about to body ALL OF YOU. y’all didn’t even see it coming.

⭐️

beomgyu: i’m like... an insecure narcissist. sometimes i think i’m ugly, sometimes i think i’m god’s gift to the world. currently, you’re all very blessed to be in my presence.

⭐️

yeonjun: you’re my husband soobin

soobin: i mean, yes of course. b-but when did we-

⭐️

beomgyu: *gets hit by a car* whoop there i go!

⭐️

beomgyu: you all would be so bored without me.

⭐️

yeonjun: i’m literally quitting. this is my last practice. see you all never!

soobin: aw thats so sad. see you tomorrow.

⭐️

yeonjun: WHERE THE ARE YOU GOING? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE OVER THERE!

⭐️

taehyun: *glares from above* i swear to god if you drop m- *smiles brightly at audience*

⭐️

beomgyu: it wasn’t my fault!

taehyun: you literally stood there and watched as the stunt fell-

⭐️

taehyun: what do you think they’d do if we just like... walked out? it’s not like they can stop us-

⭐️

kai: *shows presents labeled “to yeonjun from yeonjun”* christmas is the season of giving, but if you’re yeonjun then christmas is the season of receiving

⭐️

beomgyu: *in disbelief* that was a red light- he just ran a- GO! WHY AREN’T WE GOING? 1 2 3 GO! I HAVE PLACES TO BE!

⭐️

taehyun: i have a very dark sense of humor. it’s black like my soul.

beomgyu: as if you have a soul

taehyun: that was mean :(

⭐️

yeonjun: good morning! you look lively.

taehyun: *glares* shut up

⭐️

kai: my cry count is up to 17 this year :) 16 was because yeonjun and soobin were nice to me :)

⭐️

soobin: stay safe and stay sober

beomgyu: i’ll stay sober!

soobin: *concerned* um- alright-

⭐️

taehyun: *on the phone with beomgyu* where are you going?

beomgyu: i don’t know

taehyun: alright... who are you with?

beomgyu: uh i don’t know...

taehyun: when will you be home?

beomgyu: bet! *hangs up*

taehyun: but-

⭐️

beomgyu: i say we blame yeonjun if kai’s ceiling fan falls

taehyun: but he isn’t even in the room-

beomgyu: that’s fine. we always blame everything on him anyway. 

⭐️

taehyun: IM NOT JAYWALKING AGAIN! IM 18! ILL LITERALLY GO TO PRISON!

⭐️

yeonjun: it wasn’t good but it was better… but it still wasn’t good

⭐️

beomgyu: fuck

soobin: BEOMGYU

kai: BEOMGYU NO

beomgyu: oh my god WHAT?

⭐️

taehyun: *gets hit in the nose by kai*

kai: OH MY GOD I THINK I HIT HIS EYE

soobin: you good taehyun?

taehyun: *holding his nose* oh. i’m bleeding

kai: OUT OF YOUR EYE?

⭐️

kai: *messes up their handshake and walks away without redoing it*

yeonjun: *the it boy was too stunned to speak*

⭐️

kai: hey soobin, when is practice?

soobin: 10!

kai: ok

kai: *20 minutes later* hey taehyun, when is practice?

taehyun: 10

kai: ok

kai: *a few hours later* hey beomgyu, when is practice?

beomgyu: uhhhhh 10 :)

kai: ok

kai: *shows up late to practice*

yeonjun: did he not… ask us all what time practice was? everyone told him 10 right?

beomgyu: yeah

kai: hi guys! wait… did practice start? i thought it was at 10:30…

taehyun: *noises of disbelief*

⭐️

kai: i have a lot of funko pops :)

soobin: what are funko pops?

beomgyu: what the funko?

⭐️

beomgyu: y’all are so FAKE

⭐️

kai: i don’t get it why is everything better at 4am? i feel AMAZING!

taehyun: it’s called being delirious and overtired

kai: okay? so i should be delirious and overtired all the time? got it! thanks taehyun!

taehyun: oh that’s not-

⭐️

yeonjun: alright everyone grab a reindeer!

⭐️

soobin: We need to sing kai a happy birthday, as he is 18 today!

taehyun: *enthusiastically* Wow 18! you can officially be charged as an adult and go to prison!

kai: *blinks*

⭐️

yeonjun: *is on the ground from getting hit in the head with a ball*

taehyun: i can’t tell if he’s laughing or crying

beomgyu: he’s definitely laughing

kai: no no he’s definitely crying

soobin: *the only one helping him* hes doing both.

⭐️

yeonjun: i hope you get a real ostrich as a flyer

⭐️

soobin: *falls* merry christmas! *uses it as a curse word*

taehyun: w-what?

⭐️

beomgyu: *falls* that was a W!

taehyun: *flabbergasted*

i’ll post more as things happen but this is it for now. I hope u got a laugh out of it!

[raggaraddy]

Sugar Daddy turned sour

Request: Hi!!!! read all of ur works its all amazing cant believe ur new.. can i request for a yan sugar daddy taehyung x reader x yan sugar daddy jungkook. they found out that that y/n have 2 sugar daddies and they lost their sanity(as if they even have that)...Thank u and YOU GOOD,KEEP GOING💜💞💞💞💞😘😁

A/N: I don't know how to post a reply to a personal message yet because I am new and Tumblr deficient 😅 But I hope you like the scenario ^-^ thanks for the request 💜

Here for Part 2

Summary: Juggling two guys and getting everything you want from them has always been easy for you, and Taehyung and Jungkook are no exception. Or so you thought.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of non-con, assault, cheating, violence.

Yandere! Taehyung

Yandere! Jungkook

Sunday.  Taehyungs day.  

You open your webcam, checking your eyeliner quickly in the startup view as you wait for the Tae to pick up on the other side. He pops up quickly a beaming smile filling his face.  

“Y/n! Baby, I’ve missed you.” He’s radiant. As happy and as bubbly he always is. 

You go along listening to him excitedly run through his past few days, telling you everything in excruciating detail as he jumps from one half-finished thought to another. He may be an adult but he certainly has a young soul. The whole while you feign attention, your fingers continually fidgeting with the diamond necklace or the matching bracelet he had sent you a few weeks back.

“How was your weekend?”  He finally gets around to asking. 

“Not so good. I always have to work so much," You complain, batting your eyes at the camera.  

“You could always quit and come live with me.” He jokes-but not really. It’s a topic he has raised 3 times already.  And you have the same answer ready as always. 

“Daddy, you know I’m a strong and independent woman. I could never let someone else pay for me.” You pout, running your tongue over your lower lip while pushing your chest up a little to draw attention.  “It’s just my rent is so expensive. I feel like I work just to pay the bills.” 

In truth, your rent is already being covered by someone else.  But he doesn’t need to know that. 

While you continue to run through the fabricated details of your weekend, Taehyung is distracted, looking down at his phone.  You know what's happening. It’s like a game. And you’re winning. Your banking app sends a notification, letting you know that K. Taehyung has just sent you a payment. 

You open it up. Yep. That's rent for the month.  Or more, money for that new TV you wanted.  

“Oh! Daddy, noo.” You whine down the camera. “You can’t.  I am okay. Really. Please don’t spend your money on me.” You frown if only to stop the smile that is fighting to fill your face. 

“I want to baby. I have the money, and I just want you to be happy. Don’t stress about bills okay. I’m here.” 

Sometimes, it’s almost too easy.  

“Okay Daddy, if you insist.”

Tuesday.  Jungkooks day.  

With Jungkook it’s a much more straightforward transaction.  He has said he wants to pay for you and he hates the back and forth pretences.  He just wants you to say thank you, smile pretty, and give him all your attention.  

“Do you need anything more for the week?” He asks through the camera.

“No Daddy, you take such good care of me. Thank you.” You smile. 

“You still have the weekend of the 14th off?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively.  Off-screen you quickly scan through your calendar.  

14th, 15th and 16th: Jk weekend.  

Hmm, that came up quicker than you expected. You try to keep your booty calls with them as far apart as possible. 

“Of course, I’m so excited! I haven’t seen you in weeks.” You say, it been less than 100% truthful.

“Months.” He corrects with a surreptitious undertone.  

“Where are we staying this time?” 

You always insist to stay in hotels. Because ‘your apartment feels too busy and mundane, and you want the time you spend with him to be magical and undistracted’. Honestly, you just don’t want him, either of them, in your personal space. You purposefully chose boys who live a few hours away.  It’s hard enough to keep them separated in your everyday life with them being far away. It could only get messy for them to know where you live and how to reach you in person.

You’ve certainly gotten smart at this. Arranging the two men into different days of the week, scheduling them into your calendar to keep them apart and unaware of the other. Both had specifically said very early on that they do not want to share you with anyone else.  And that you were all theirs. And while both of them seemed to trust you, you knew their reactions would be unpleasant, to say the least, if they found out about the other. 

Sugar Daddies can be so possessive. 

But while both these men are very handsome, money is better and more reliable than boys. And if they are stupid enough to spend it all on you, why should you care.

The week passes quickly and it’s the 14th.  Once more you find yourself in the lobby of a 5-star hotel. Jungkook arrived in town early and sent you a message with the room number. 

Time to actually work for your money. 

You knock on the door only to find it slightly open.  Entering there is a trail of rose petals lining the floor leading into the suite. All the lights are dimmed with a warmth of candlelight filling the room. This is so typically Jungkook. Pulling out all the stops to try to impress. 

Dropping your bag at the entrance, you close the door behind you and explore inwards.  

“Daddy?” You call out in a singsong voice. Your heels clack on the tiled floor as you round the corner into the living room. Jungkook is sitting on the lounge, one leg crossed over the other, arms rested up over the back. You smile at seeing him. You always seem to forget just how stunning he is in person. 

“Which one of us are you referring to?” A deep voice startles you from behind. You jolt, spinning to see Taehyung standing behind you leaning against the wall.  

Holy fuck. 

Your mind starts to jumble through what is happening. Thinking about what it was that might have given you away. Evaluating how much they may know. And planning your next move.  

Damn it.  You doubt you’ll be able to smooth talk your way out of this with Jungkook. He’s too direct and absolute. So you’ll just have to accept that that relationship is over. However, you might be able to salvage this situation with Taehyung if you play your cards right. Being defensive should do the trick.

“What is this?” You snap, keeping focused on Taehyung. “This is such a violation of my privacy! You keep smothering me Taehyung! See this is why I tried to find someone else to hang out with.” You stomp your foot. He would always wrap around your finger so quickly with the little girl act. 

“Ha!” He blurts out a short laugh in contradiction to how you expected him to react. “Wow. No, go on. I want to see where this is going.” 

“Do you think we only just found out about each other?” Jungkook pipes up, coming from the couch. 

You sigh. You had almost saved enough for a holiday to the Maldives too. But they seem to know too much. Fine. You can burn both relationships. They were starting to get too clingy anyway.  “Whatever.” You roll your eyes. You got all you could from them. Time to move on to the next.

As you shrug them off, Taehyung steps into the path of the front door. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Both he and Jungkook start to close in tighter. There is a cold tone to his words. Something far too close to a threat for your comfort. Even in heels, both men naturally stand taller than you which usually wouldn’t bother you. But with an unsteadiness to your footing and a very short dress on, in a dark room with two men you have used and spurned, you are feeling even more vulnerable than you feel you should. 

“Move.” You order. 

A smirk on his lips, Taehyung lifts his hand up and backhands you, knocking you back a few stumbled steps. You gasp, your hand clinging to your cheek, eyes wide in shock. He starts forward, Jungkook intervening, standing between the two of you. 

You can not believe he just hit you! He has never done anything like that before.

“No, don’t do that.” He stops Taehyung as he starts to swing again.  Shaking all over, you’re relieved that one of them is seeing sense.  You take the outstretched hand of Jungkook, lip trembling from the burn on your cheek. He draws you closer and you wrap into him for protection. In the same motion, his free hand swings down punching you in the stomach, doubling you over, dropping you to the floor. “If you hit her head, she might get spaced out. I want her to feel this.”

His words send a chill down your spine. This can not be happening.

“Are you crazy!” You gape, trying to speak while gulping down air. Your head is dizzy, your lungs burning.  Kicking off your heels for better movement, you climb back up to your feet not wanting to engage either man. Eyes focused you look past Taehyung to the door, storming forward. “I’m leaving. We’ll forget all of this, okay.” You bargain through short, panicked breath. 

Taehyungs large hand slams you into the wall, pressing his palm against your shoulder. He follows Jungkooks lead, pounding his fist into your gut. And then again. And again.  His hold removes letting you free and you plummet to the ground, crying within broken huffs while cradling your battered torso. 

“You’re right. That is better.” He laughs at Jungkook. 

“Stop!” You beg, unable to raise your voice above a soft yelp. 

“What's wrong baby? You wanted two men. Now you have them.” Taehyungs bright smile returns to his face. This time with an entirely different meaning than it had ever had until it shifts into a straight, harsh look that you have never seen from him. “Didn't you always say you wished there was some way you could repay me?” 

“You said that to me too.” Jungkook joins his side, both hovering above you, trapping you between them, the wall, and the floor. 

Leaning down Jungkooks hand follows you as you squirm away from him. His fingers wrapped around your throat and lift you up, keeping you against the wall. He takes advantage of you being stuck, leaning into you pressing his lips to yours as you resist as much as you can. 

“Baby, you’re going to pay us back for every dollar we spent on you.” He snarls. 

Taehyung turns your face to him, also forcing a kiss on you. “Don’t worry, Y/n, you’ll see that we know how to share.”  

Part 2

[noona96n]

Hey off topic maybe a bit weird questions but do you have favourite beyond evil fics?

Or fics in general for any fandom tbh I'm interested in your tastes but beyond evil is where I'm at rn and you like that show, so..

my absolute fav Beyond Evil fics that i implore u to read it 🥺👉👈

here is the deepest secret (everyone knows) WIP, NOT RATED

like pressing buttons E

consign me not to darkness G

a cherry-petal eye G

in my breath again T

prison visit M

devotion as a blood sport T

on the hook of your splendor E

other Beyond Evil fics that i also love

reeled in E

i don’t know much about gentleness, but i will protect you from now on. T

in the fields that day M (TAGS)

cat whisperer T

and i watch you breath as i stood bleeding T

i'll wait by the stairs for you, wrapped up in smoke T

my own soul's warning T

i carry my love for you like my teeth T

tempest. T

the social network

wend and repeat (until true) E

in the details M

read 73 between 76 the 85 lines T

doing it right E

MCU

blóð ok Íss: a Fairy Tale E (PAIRING)

eidolon M (PAIRING)

the act of creation will be your salvation M

she is not a terra-cotta warrior T

the supersoldier's amnesiac groom E

tin soldier T

every shade of you T

nirvana in fire

provenance M

catharsis G

no grave can hold my body down NOT RATED

a rose by any other name would smell as sweet M

you've got mail T

the origin of pearl T

your hair is time E

a suitable man T

bleach

seed E (TAGS)

always leaving NOT RATED

star wars

an inevitability E (TAGS)

mission reports G

perceptions G

currents E (PAIRING)

waking up besides you im a loaded gun E (TAGS)

eleven stars G

handpicked G

minute E (PAIRING+TAGS)

dreamfield E

even as E (PAIRING+TAGS)

to have and to hold E (TAGS)

naruto

anchor up to me love M

blessed T

change fills my time M

rest with me until a brighter day M

everyday is exactly the same T

fate & circumstances T

fill your mouth with berries E

shadows in the sand E

touch-starved T (PAIRING)

sunburned T (PAIRING)

got7

dear desperado, i dont wanna be alone T

coming home G

spades two E

we best love

ten, twenty, infinity (hold me) T

querencia E

bungou stray dogs

of days past T

o children (give my gun away when it's loaded) M

the mourning after M

brute E

the king eternal monarch

the stars are filming us for no one E

the oppa trap E

figure skating (RPF)

tête-à-tête G

ur shadow on the back of my hand G

sherlock

the imaginary friend G

misdialed T

reigen seliger geister NOT RATED (TAGS)

jujutsu kaisen

u hear the day beckoning T

countdown to success T

the care & feeding of T

instructions for self destruction T

the old guard

shoreline T

hannibal

phillia E (TAGS)

wolf & i E (TAGS)

the fault in my code E (TAGS)

my roommate is a detective

domesticity is intimacy earned G

star trek

into dust E

gravity falls

imprinting M (PAIRING)

mad maxy fury road

the allmother of the citadel T

howl's moving castle (ghibli movie)

hearts & their consumption T

the lord of the rings

the long road T

the gap between us NOT RATED

and miles to go before i sleep T

chernobyl (hbo)

they that do not deserve the light E

stray kids

kim & bang T

harry potter

and we mend our broken wings T

and in their triumph die, like fire & powder T

2 moons

doubt ur intentions T

eagle of the ninth

what is begotten T

haikyuu

on stranger tides T

brunch friends M

shining stars T

i have like 600 fics bookmarked as 'favorite', so, uh, sorry if there are too many, i just couldn't decide which one to rec esp when there's no specific fandom 😭✋

also, im fully aware that some fics are v disturbing but they're written so beautifully despite the subject matter but also my tolerance is fckn high as fck i read dead dove do not eat fics w/o batting an eyelash lmao

also also i was forced to wrap up here bcs i reached 100 links limit rip sorry about that... hope u enjoy this long and draw out list tho 😅 and if u want more, im happy to continue the list lol