#source: im a bartender

[amekeii]

Criminal Minds Characters as Cocktails

SPENCER REID - ESPRESSO MARTINI vodka vanilla | coffee liqueur | brown sugar syrup | espresso

AARON HOTCHNER - OLD FASHIONED bourbon | sugar | angostura bitters | orange twist

EMILY PRENTISS - AVIATION gin | maraschino liqueur | simple syrup | lemon juice | crème de violette | cherry

DAVID ROSSI - NEGRONI campari | gin | sweet vermouth

PENELOPE GARCIA - PORNSTAR MARTINI vodka vanilla | passoã | passion fruit puree | pineapple juice | passion fruit half | prosecco

JJ JENNIFER JAREAU - GIN & TONIC opihr gin | yuzu tonic | lime wheel

DEREK MORGAN - MAI TAI dark rum | white rum | orange curacao | almond syrup | lime juice

PART 2

[txniesha]

Complication Sylus x Non!MC

Synopsis: You were never meant to matter to him, he already had someone. Someone important, someone he's bound to. And you? well you were just a complication.

Word count: 2361

A/N: this is my first fic, and im really nervous!! It is most likely going to be a second part I just wanted to get this out and see how it sounded

Part 2 out now!!

Part 3 also!!

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Working for Onychinus was the best gig you could probably get in the N109 zone, so when you were recruited by the head himself to come work for them how could you refuse. It was your average day in the N109, you were a bartender at a local bar that mainly low-level thugs, gang members, and apparently Sylus himself frequented.  

Sylus had been your regular for quite some time. You both knew quite a bit about one another, but not a lot to call the two of you friends. It came as a shock when he had finally revealed that he was the head of Onychinus and wanted you to come to work as a bartender in a new lounge he was opening.  

“What’s the catch?” you ask, leaning against the bar skeptically. He looked at you, his ruby red eyes piercing yours as he held a half smile. “There is no catch, but there are benefits, pto and vacation time. You’ll have a high starting salary, and all tips are yours” he says, his voice calm and clear cutting through the other patrons if the loud bar. You look at him for a moment before shrugging, “okay then, I’ll try it out. When do I start.”  

That’s how you became the bartender for Taurus, the newest lounge in the N109 zone. It was a stark contrast to the dingy rundown bar you worked for previously. This bar was elegant and classy and instead of lowlife gang members and thugs frequenting the bar, high powered figures with clear authority patronized this bar. Even your uniform was different, Sylus wanted you to look the part of the bar, so he had you wear nice, classy clothing that showed off your best features. Sylus was still your regular, even though now he was also your boss, he treated you no differently. Still holding casual conversations, complimenting your outfits and still tipping you big despite being your source of pay already.  

You have been working for Sylus for almost three years at this point. The two of you had grown closer and you would call him more of a friend than a boss with the way you two interacted. You had grown accustomed to his relentless flirting, endless compliments, and just general curiosity about your life. While you didn't see him often, when you did, he always stayed with you at the bar talking late into the night and usually gave you a ride home. It was strange going from seeing Sylus all the time to suddenly not seeing him at all for months.  When he finally showed back up after being MIA you were confused on where he had been the past few months but said nothing about it. He still showed up to the lounge, but his visits began to get more infrequent, and his time spent there dwindling.  

Tonight was no ordinary night; the lounge was packed and full of powerful men and women dressed to the nines as a small auction took place in the bar. You stood behind the bar wearing an elegant dress that suited your figure really well. You were glad you bought it when you went to the mall a few months back as it had been the source of your big tips tonight.  

A newcomer at the bar caught your attention as you were finishing up a drink for an already drinking patron. You had never seen her before, which was not unusual given it was an auction night so there were plenty of unfamiliar faces, but she didn’t look the same as the others. The other guest had this certain attitude, one that made them virtually unapproachable outside of a setting such as this, but she was different. She seemed very approachable and looked very out of place in the lounge. She looked like a kitten in a den full of lions. You smile at her as you make your way down the bar to her.

Her smile was warm as you approached to get her order, “Hey there, you already know that you're drinking or would you like to see a menu,” you ask her the same routine question you had asked plenty before her. Her smile stayed as she responded, “I think I'm okay for now, I'm just waiting on someone” she says, her voice warm. Her answer piqued your interest as this lounge wasn’t just one you could walk into to wait on someone, especially not on a night like this. You raise your brow at her, scanning her over, “And who are you waiting on, if you don’t mind me asking” you say, your voice laced with curiosity.  

“Feeling nosy tonight, are we?” a deep voice says right next to your ear, making you almost jump out of your skin. You turn quickly to see the smirking face of your boss Sylus who had somehow appeared at the bar within the three or four minutes you had been talking to the girl. You inhale deeply to catch yourself from saying some obscene words to your boss. “You scared the shit out of me, where did you even come from?” Sylus’ smirk widens at your words. “a magician never reveals his secrets” he says turning away from you and towards the woman. “You sure you don’t want a drink sweetie; she's the best of the best” he says to her. The statement makes your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Sweetie, when did he ever use language like that. You zoned out of their conversation as your mind tried to comprehend the relationship between the two of them.   

Who was she? Why was he so casual and soft with her? Why would he call her sweetie? Why did not knowing the nature and extent of their relationship bother you so much?  

Your train of thought was cut short by Sylus calling your name, he was no longer standing next to you, instead he was now seated next to her. They were practically in the same seat with how close they were, his arm positioned around her waist holding her tight, almost possessively. A strange, unwelcome knot tightened in your stomach, and you had to tear your eyes away before your expression betrayed you “Get me my usual and for her, get her a Manhattan” Sylus says his gazed trained solely on the woman. You just nod at his words and turn away from them to make their drinks. You did this quickly to minimize the time you had to interact with the two of them. When you finish the drinks, you sit them in from of the pair wordlessly and turn quickly to ‘attend’ to your other customers, but really it was just because you didn't want to see the two of them interact.  

For the rest of the night, you tried to keep yourself busy to stop yourself from looking over at the pair. You didn't ignore them when they asked for more drinks, that would be like begging Sylus to fire you, but you did keep your interactions with them limited. As the bar closed and the auction started to come to a close, you decided to rush to clean the glasses off the bar, eager to leave the lounge as quickly as possible. While you felt bad for not helping your barback clean up more, it had been a long night, and you were ready to go. Sylus and the woman had left an hour before the and closed, and the fact that they had let together also bothered you more than the fact that he came here just to meet her tonight. You hand your bar back $200 of the tips you made from the night and wish them a goodnight as you leave the lounge.

The night air chilled your bones as you stepped out of the lounge. The city was filled with its usual sounds of sirens, cars honking, and helicopters flying over the city. You pulled your jacket close to you as you stood in front of the lounge waiting for a cab. The roads were busy, given that it was a Saturday night, and you groaned to yourself knowing that the wait on a cab was going to be a long one. You sighed digging into your purse and digging your cigarettes out. It was a bad habit that you keep swearing to yourself that you would quit, but that has yet to happen. The cigarette sits between your lips as you continue to dig around your purse for your lighter. You cursed yourself as you struggled to find, “this night can get any worser” you say sucking your teeth.  

You were caught off guard by the feeling of your cigarette being pulled from your lips. Your face contorts into a scowl as you turn to the person to give them a piece of your mind but was surprised to see the face of Sylus with his signature smirk on his face. “Didn’t I tell you to quit these disgusting things?” he says throwing the cigarette with a scowl. You roll your eyes at his statement, pulling another one out of the pack. “Give me light, will you?” you say, ignoring his comment as you put the cigarette between your lips again. Sylus just looks at you, his eyes unreadable as he stares you down. This moment went on for a minute, the two of you just staring at each other, not saying a word. He finally speaks up, “You want a ride home?” he says looking you over.

Usually, you would eagerly accept his offer, always willing to spend just a little more time with him, but the image of him and the woman tonight flashed through your mind. You bite the inside of your cheeks trying to hide how bothered you were before you finally speak, “No, I’m not going home. I'm waiting on a friend.” his eyebrow raises at your statement as he looked him up and down once more. He closes the distance between the two of you backing you into the wall of the outside of the building, “what friend are you waiting on?” His face was close to yours, his eyes trained on your reactions. It was as if he knew you were lying.

“What happened to that woman you were with?” you blurt out turning away from his intense gaze. He stares at you for a moment, his expression unreadable, before he finally speaks “jealousy is an ugly color on you.” He was smiling but it didn't reach his eyes. You scoff at his statement, “Why would I be jealous, it's not like I know the woman or the extent of your relationship with her. Plus, its none of my business who you associate with and who you may or may not be fu-” Your statement is cut short by Sylus turning around mid-conversation and starting to walk away, “finish the rest of the conversation in the car” he says over his shoulder. You huff, rolling your eyes, but ultimately you just follow behind him quickening your pace to catch up with him and his unnaturally long strides.    

Sylus leads you to his sleek all black Aston Martin vanquish, opening the car door for you. You slip into the lush leather seats and sigh; the long busy night had hit you all at once as you sat on the comfortable seats. You could've fallen asleep right there but instead you took your heels off and stretched out against the seat as Sylus slid into the driver's seat. As Sylus started the car, he looked over at you, his expression still unreadable. You avoid his gaze, focusing your attention everywhere else but him. He sighs heavily eventually pulling off. The ride was silent, and it wasnt a comfortable silence If this was any other night the ride would be filled with flirting, compliments, and teasing remarks but instead the air was heavy and thick with unsaid words as you stared out of the window at the forever night city, watching passing scenery of glowing signs and city lights. You hear Sylus sigh for the fifth time in a row and you finally look over at him. “Tonight went well... You know with the auction and all” you say awkwardly. Sylus just hums in agreement not looking over at you. You purse your lips and sigh; he was not going to make this easy.  

You clear your throat and speak again, “That woman you were with, she's pretty. Is she your girlfriend or something” He shoots a glance over at you, his grip on the wheel tightening slightly, “No” he says flatly “but she is important” You roll your eyes at his answer, “I could tell, it's not every day that a random girl that looks like she should be on a Disney show walks in and waits for the head of onychinus. And it's not every day said head calls this random girl ‘sweetie’” you say, your jealousy seeping out through your answer. He scoffs at your remark, “I already told you; jealousy doesn't look good on you. It's not really your color” You suck your teeth making a face of annoyance, “Why would I be jealous, I don't even know the woman, plus have you seen me it's not like I'm short on attention” you snap at him a little angry that he had called you out.

The car suddenly swerves violently to the side of the road causing you to grip the door handle tightly as he throws the car into park. He looks over at you irritation strewn across his face, he grabs your face forcing you to look at him, “You’re really acting like a little brat tonight, I'm getting tired of it” he says harshly “My relationship with her is none of your business like you said and I need you to remember that.” his grip wasnt tight or hurtful but it was enough to keep you in place. You stared at him blankly and then nodded. He was right, it was none of your business, and you had no right to be jealous.  

[kitten4sannie]

blood pact

pairing: vampire! wooyoung x human! reader (fem)

genre: vampire society au, a lil bit of angst, smut

summary: living in a city overrun by bloodsuckers is already hard enough on its own, but you’re really put to the test when one of them ends up being your only hope in the face of danger.

w.c: 4.3k

warnings: blood/injury, depictions of violence, death(s)? of a few vampires, hard-ish dom (slight tamer)! wooyoung, subby (tiny bit bratty)! reader, these mfs are nasty alr, some light brat taming, one or two little slaps, praise/degradation, pet names/name calling, blood kink obv <3 (includes blood drinking/sharing), kissing, oral (giving), throat fucking, brief breath play, pain kink, mutual masturbation, lotus position but it’s rough !!, creampie

a/n: oh mannn i’m a bit late again 😣 but im excited to share this one with you all !! i wanted to thank my dear lily for beta reading this one for me and giving me lovely feedback that helps me grow as a writer, it truly means the world to me my dear 🩷 once again i do apologize if this fic seems disjointed in any way ,, things have been a bit weird but i won’t let life stop me from sharing nasty smut >:((( lol i hope you enjoy and please lemme know what you thought <33

song rec: dirt - depeche mode (we’re taking it wayyy back with this one <3)

fictober 2024

You were never able to pinpoint exactly when humanity went to shit, as it had always been in a state of constant conflict and disarray, but somewhere along the way, it turned into a raging dumpster fire — one that was close to impossible to put out once it was lit. Unbeknownst to humans, there was a society of vampires that lived in the shadows for centuries, waiting patiently until it was the perfect time to make their existence known and feared. What better time to take over the world than when the humans were too busy being at each other’s throats to even realize they had a common enemy, one that would drain them of their life source within a blink of an eye? 

Anyone with a pulse had no choice but to fall in line and succumb to their undead overlords, having to make up their mind about whether they would like to join forces with the enemy by desecrating their DNA and joining those that single-handedly brought upon humanity’s destruction, or grovel at their feet and become a slave, a house pet of sorts whose soul purpose was to feed and entertain their blood-sucking masters.

It was not an easy choice for most, and especially for you, so you simply found another solution — blend in. If you embodied everything a vampire was, even down to their immeasurable sense of pride and entitlement, how could they tell you apart from the others? And when they saw through your ruse, you would drive a stake through their still heart. You would never join their empire, let alone be one of their toys, especially not for some pompous undead prick that would treat you like a glorified juice box. 

Yet, here you were, drunk off your ass at a gothic nightclub that welcomed vampiric guests and shunned anyone with a beating heart, unless they were owned and branded. 

“Gimme another whiskey, neat,” you slurred, holding your empty shot glass to the poor excuse of a human bartender standing on the other side of the bar. You scoffed at the jeweled collar he wore around his neck, knowing he was owned by whatever undead asshole that ran the nightclub. You had your own collar, of course, but you had taken it from someone that was…no longer in need of it. You did what you had to, to make it through another night in the corrupted world you regretfully called your home. 

“I should cut you off, y’know, especially after being such a dick to me all night,” the man mumbled, despite reaching underneath the bar to grab an almost empty bottle of whiskey and filling your glass back up, not wanting to risk angering his superiors. 

“But, you won’t. Your vampiric asshole of a boss wouldn’t like that you’re denying a paying customer.” You stuck your tongue out at the man, much to his dismay. You sipped on the whiskey, liking the way it burned as it went down your throat, grateful that you could still feel something, even if it was a drunkenness that would most likely do irreversible damage to your liver. It’s not like your life really mattered, not in this timeline, at least. 

You lazily held your glass up in his direction, blowing a few strands of loose hair out of your eyes. The man simply held up the empty bottle and gave you a tight smile. “All out. Now, would you pay your tab?” 

“Fineeee, oh my god,” you groaned dramatically, standing up from the barstool and wobbling a bit, fishing for your wallet somewhere inside your worn trench coat. When you opened it up, you came upon the discovery that it was completely empty, looking up to find fear inside the bartender’s eyes. “L-listen, I can replace that bottle, okay? I-I’ll…just need to stop by the local temp agency first.” 

“I think you should leave, before they catch wind of this…” the bartender warned you under his breath, unconsciously tugging at his collar. 

Swallowing harshly, you glanced around the crowded, dingy club past the collar of your coat, before stumbling your way past many vampire patrons that were drunk off the blood of their human pets who stayed close to them, wishing your blurry surroundings weren’t moving in slow motion. Paranoid that somebody was following you, you looked past your shoulder, only seeing the same crowd of drunken patrons. Temporarily relieved, you swiftly faced forward again, only to accidentally bump into someone face-first, your teeth clinking into the metal of their lip ring, your hands almost getting caught in the many necklaces they were wearing. “I’m so sorry, oh my god, please don’t kill me,” you automatically apologized, already knowing they weren’t human based on the lack of a collar and color in their cheeks. 

“If I wanted to, I would,” Wooyoung teased in his own special way, quite aware of the way your heart rate spiked as soon as his light, airy words reached your ears. He enjoyed playing around with his food as much as the next vampire, but lately, it’s grown quite dull, like everything else in his never-ending life.

“O-oh!” you squeaked, letting out a nervous laugh, sticking one hand into your coat pocket to wrap your fingers around the sharp stake you carried with you everywhere. 

He brought one manicured finger up to tap against the jewel sitting snugly against your collared neck, leaning in to press his lips against the slope of your ear. “I’d take you right here in front of everyone, drink you dry. Let them all enjoy the pretty sounds you’d make. Does that sound fun?” 

“Oh, you can try it, if you want,” you goaded him, looking up at him with your big doe eyes once he pulled back, wondering if he knew just how unhinged you were, just how on the edge you really were. “But, what happens if I’m poisonous? I might not be worth the stomachache.” 

Wooyoung chuckled to himself, not used to any human acting so boldly towards him. “Fair point, human.” 

“Y/N,” you corrected him, letting go of you weapon in favor of wrapping your finger around one of his silver necklaces, teasing him back in your own way. “You should at least know my name if you’re going to drink from me.” 

Wooyoung mused at your actions, studying you with his sly fox eyes, licking at the mole on his lip. He would’ve pursed you if you hadn’t suddenly gotten spooked by something, turning his head to watch you continue making your way out of the club, noticing that the owner quickly followed after you. Things were certainly getting interesting. 

By the time you inhaled the cold night air into your lungs, you had already broke out into a sweat. You let your heavy coat hang off past your shoulders and leaned back against a nearby wall, regretting all the alcohol you had subjected your poor body into taking. “Fuck me…” you groaned, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back into the cool concrete behind you, hoping that would make the world stop spinning. 

“Is that an invitation…?” asked the very vampire you had been talking shit about to the bartender just a few minutes earlier. “It’s the least you could offer me in exchange for all the whiskey you drank in my club, filthy human.” 

Your blood ran cold. “D-don’t you even think about touching me…You aren’t my owner.” 

“Oh, because of this little collar you have on? You really don’t have a clue about our kind, do you? There’s no pheromones on you, just your own filthy human scent,” the vampire chided, running his finger along the worn band of your lace collar. It made your skin crawl. You struggled to keep down all the alcohol you had drowned yourself in. Just then, he ripped it from your neck and replaced it with his slender fingers, squeezing around it until your vision grew just that more blurry. “But, don’t worry, I’ll make up for all the lost time that you haven’t been used like a proper toy.” 

Blinding rage joined the revulsion you felt for the individual that continued to toy with you as though you were a defenseless child, the culmination of it churning around inside your body like molten hot lava ready to pour out of you. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” you barked, shoving your hands into his shoulders as hard as you could, your feverish anger growing that much more when he hardly moved. 

In response, the vampire tugged your coat down and ripped open your top, causing the buttons to fly off. His abhorrent words became nothing more than radio static inside your ringing ears, once you saw red, clutching the wooden stake inside your pocket so tightly that it pierced your fragile skin. You reeled your arm back and drove it straight into the owner’s side, so violently that the wood split into shards, not letting go of it until you knew that it was lodged deeply inside him, wishing, hoping he felt even a fragment of the pain his kind had caused you. “Die,” you muttered, searching his eyes for some sign of shock, regret, grief, anything. 

Confusion overtook your flushed features when the man simply laughed directly in your face, as though he were savoring a joke that you weren’t in on, suddenly feeling a white hot burning pain inside your abdomen. Something was wrong, deeply wrong. You tried to speak, but you couldn’t, not while you were gurgling on your own blood. You looked down to see the hilt of a dagger sticking out of your stomach, reality hitting you like a ton of bricks, rendering it impossible to draw in air. 

“It never ceases to amuse me when a blood bag thinks they can stop someone like me with something as silly as a wooden stake,” he began, letting out a small hum, as he drove his ritual dagger in as far as it could go. He leaned in close to you, twisting the knife around inside you just to hear the delightful sounds of agony that escaped your red tinted lips. “I’ve been alive longer than your entire bloodline, pathetic human, and I’ll be outliving you tonight.” And with that, the club owner ripped the dagger back out and strolled back into the building, licking the crimson that still ran down the sides of his blade. 

You should’ve known this would happen eventually in a world like this. You had no power from the very start. Why had you been blind to the truth until this very moment, when all you could see was your precious blood leaving your body? Regardless, it was far too late to ruminate over trivial things. Death’s gentle whispers were lulling you to sleep, its sweet promises of rest numbing out most of the visceral emotions that coursed through your veins. Slumping against the wall, you held your middle with trembling hands, gazing up at the full moon that loomed over you, wanting to enjoy her beauty one last time — at least, until someone blocked your view. 

“For fuck’s sake, can’t you see I’m dying here? Let me look at the moon in peace…” you murmured, weakly glaring up at the stranger you had met inside that godforsaken club only a couple minutes ago.

“You still got some fire in you, doncha, sweetheart?” Wooyoung mused, crouching down so you were at eye level, reaching out to gently ruffle your hair. “But, you’ll die of blood loss soon…pity.”

“You’re very observant,” you replied snarkily, leaning your head back into the wall, your vision growing darker by the second. You let out a long, defeated sigh, choking a bit on the blood left inside your raw throat. “Are you just here to watch me die? If that’s the case, can you do me a favor and make it quick?” 

“You didn’t seem like the type to give up so easily.” He leaned in close to you, his crimson eyes shining that much brighter when he asked, “Don’t you want revenge?” 

His question echoed inside your mind, once as a whisper, and eventually as a desperate plea. “And what if I do…? It’s not like I can do much now…”

“Let me turn you.” He bared his fangs. “You’ll live, and you’ll be so much stronger than ever before.” He watched as your eyes widened, then returned to normal, figuring you were weighing your options, though they were vastly limited. “You’ll be free to take his life away, do with it as you please, just like he was going to do to you. Doesn’t that sound delicious?” 

A few drops of blood dribbled down the side of your mouth. The sand in your hourglass was about to run out. “What do you get in return?” 

Wooyoung’s lips curled up into a sadistic smile, his eyes resembling glowing crescent moons. “I’ll be your Master, of course. It’s only fair, being your savior, and all.” 

Though that was the very last thing you wanted, you were far too stubborn to die out in such a pathetic fashion. Not only that, but you were being offered the deal of a lifetime, at the end of your lifetime, to be exact, and in exchange for your mortal soul, you could enact sweet, sweet revenge and have a new tale to tell, one that no man or monster could ever take from you. 

“Speak now, or forever hold your peace,” Wooyoung joked slyly, tapping the invisible watch on his wrist. 

“Alright, deal, but make it quick–” you were barely able to enunciate, before Wooyoung was all over you, one hand holding the side of your head, while the other felt where your artery was, immediately sinking his fangs deep into your neck to start the transformation process. 

When you came to, you looked up at your savior, your eyes as red as the blood he had sucked out of you, all of the immense pain that plagued your body gone as quickly as it came, instead replaced by an indescribable thirst. 

“How do you feel, pet?” Wooyoung asked, licking remnants of your life source from his manicured fingers. 

You bared your new, needle sharp fangs to your Master. “Hungry.” 

He smiled at you like a proud father would. “I think I know how we can fix that.” 

-

The last thing the vampiric club owner expected to see when he was sitting inside the comfort of his secluded office was the human woman he had just murdered out of cold blood stomping up to his desk and tossing it out of the way like it wasn’t made of marble. 

“H-hey, we can talk about this, right?” he asked nervously, holding his hands up, along with the stacks of cash that were in between his grubby fingers. “You want money? You can have it!” 

You grabbed him by the collar, yanking him towards you so violently, he just about broke his neck. “I don’t want money. I want your life.” 

When Wooyoung casually strolled into the cush office and pressed his back against the opaque door, the other vampire pleaded at him with his wide eyes. “Wooyoung, baby, this is your favorite club, isn’t it? Haven’t I treated you good here?” 

“Y/N will treat you good too, don’t worry,” he reassures sweetly, dragging his tongue across his pointed teeth. He brought his finger up to his chin like he just remembered something, nodding to himself. “Ahh, she does bite, though.” 

Just as Wooyoung’s cackles rang out inside the vast room, the club owner shifted his frightened gaze to you just in time to see your jaw open wide, gulping at the sheer size of your fangs. And just like that, you bit down onto the vampire’s neck, getting a good grip on his skin, before swiftly turning your head and causing a fountain of blood to rain over you. 

Once you were done feeding, there was hardly anything left of the club owner. Most of him was inside you, and the rest was left splattered across the pedestrian paintings he had up on the walls. Still sitting on the floor near scattered, bloodied hundred dollar bills, you licked up the rest of him from your fingers, your entire body vibrating with pleasure now that your killer was no longer with you, and for other reasons you couldn’t quite explain. Perhaps it had something to do with your new body and your newfound love for excess.

Wooyoung clapped his hands together with giddy delight, giving the top of your head a few pats as a reward. “What a good girl. Do you feel full?” 

Shaking your head, you reached up to Wooyoung’s waistband, undoing the belt buckle and easing his pants down, licking at your red stained lips all the while. The burning, mind-melting desire to consume didn’t leave you, it only multiplied. It clouded your mind, made you feel like you might lose your mind if you didn’t make it stop. “Not enough…my throat…need it filled…” 

“Ahh, I see,” Wooyoung sighed knowingly. This always happened with the humans he turned; they turned into insatiable monsters, always driven by their need for more. He could never get tired of it. Leaning his back against the dripping wall, he reached down to slide his fingers into your soft hair, angling your head upwards, cooing softly at you as he pushed his way into your mouth. “Be careful with your fangs, sweetheart.” 

Relaxing your throat upon the sudden intrusion, you opened your mouth wider, as to not pierce Wooyoung’s cock with your new fangs, feeling content once the entirety of his twitching length fit snugly inside. It was when the vampire thrusted further into your throat that you made a wet gagging sound, tears forming inside your crimson eyes, closing them. 

“Ah, ah,” Wooyoung tutted, giving your cheek a light smack, smiling sweetly down at you when your eyes opened back up. “That’s right, you better look at me with those pretty eyes of yours if you’re going to take me down your throat like this. That’s what a good pet does.” 

Once Wooyoung started to fuck your throat, eager to fill it with his cum, his pale fingers pulling tightly at your hair, you did your best not to choke around him, welcoming him in again, over and over, until saliva and pre-cum dripped down your chin and along your bare chest.

“Mmnh….nnnhmm…” you moaned in approval, reaching up to hold onto his bucking hips, digging your nails into his protruding hip bones. You blinked more tears away, wanting to see Wooyoung’s sadistic face without the constant blurriness that plagued your vision. Whether you had a penchant for punishment or you were simply bloodthirsty, it caused you to prod at the vampire’s cock with your fangs, the tangy flavor of iron joining the abundance of precum that lubed up your throat. 

“Fuck, you’re a naughty girl, biting me like that,” Wooyoung hissed in between violent thrusts, suddenly holding your head still when the entirety of his cock was inside your throat, your nose brushing against his pubic bone, satisfied with the filthy gurgling noises you couldn’t help but make for him, feeling more of your spit drip down his heavy balls. He smacked his hand against your cheek again, watching it grow rosy, before pinching your nose tightly. “But, you can’t help it, huh? You just want to be put in your place. I can’t blame you for that.”

The sensation was suffocating, the feeling of being used added onto the constant buzz of pleasure that was running through your veins; it was nothing like you’ve ever experienced before. It almost made you wish that you had let yourself be turned a long time ago. No one could stop you now, not even him. Maybe your humanity was slipping away from you, much like your sanity with each passing moment. 

It wasn’t until you could breathe again and something warm, heavy, was pressing down on the tip of your tongue that you faded back into reality, just in time for Wooyoung to shoot a seemingly never-ending cumshot down the back of your aching throat.

“You’ll swallow, won’t you?” he asked sweetly, giving the bottom of your chin a light tickle with his clawed fingers. 

When you stuck out your tongue to show him that nothing was left, Wooyoung grabbed you by the chin and yanked you towards him, biting the tip of your tongue to draw blood. You watched him suck it off with half-lidded eyes, having to close your thighs together to keep a fresh wave of slick from dripping out of you. 

Before you knew it, he was on the floor with you, not even needing to pull you into his lap, groaning into your mouth as you climbed into it yourself, the heated kiss you shared consisting mostly of tongue, pointed teeth, and blood. You swapped red-tinted saliva back and forth, your hands working in tandem to tear off each other’s clothes and grope one another wherever you could, trying to create as much friction between your lower halves as you could, Wooyoung’s stiff cock rubbing deliciously into your clothed cunt. 

You broke the kiss when your thirst once again grew too strong to ignore, reaching up to run your index finger over the mole on Wooyoung’s glistening bottom lip, hissing softly when he pierced it with one of his fangs. You both watched the blood slowly trickle down along your skin, sharing a similar look with one another, before you leaned in to lap it up, your tongues meeting in the middle. 

As though telepathically connected, you reached to slip your panties off from underneath your skirt the same time Wooyoung undid the buttons of his pants, immediately rubbing at yourselves in order to get off as quickly as possible. 

“Look at me when you cum,” Wooyoung demanded between huffs of air, staring you down past his wispy lashes, the speed at which he was stroking his cock producing lewd squelching sounds, his slender fingers slicked up with his abundant pre-cum. 

Trembling, you opened up your teary eyes to look at Wooyoung, the indescribable pleasure etched into his face causing you to throb nonstop, curling your fingers up in just the right way to launch you into a world of ecstasy. “C-cumming…” 

Wooyoung groaned at the sight and feeling of your release spilling into his lap, squeezing his hand tightly around the base of his cock, hot spurts of cum landing on your abdomen and dripping down your bare cunt, not even caring that you both dirted his designer jeans with your shared arousal. “I’m gonna make you do that again, on my cock this time, you hear me?” he growled at you, lifting you up like you weighed nothing and dropping you down onto his growing erection. 

“Fuck,” you gasped sharply, holding onto his shoulders to keep your composure, your thighs still shaking from your residual pleasure, a low, burning pain present within your core  as your hole stretched to accommodate the vampire’s size. “T-too much…” 

Wooyoung’s ego just about doubled in that moment, his ringed fingers closing in on your soft waist, suddenly bucking his hips up into you like it was his sole mission to do so in the afterlife. Smiling smugly at the small, broken noises he was punching out of you with his vicious thrusts, he couldn’t help but let out a few crazed giggles. “Can’t take it now that I’m rearranging these pretty guts of yours, huh?” He mirrored your pout, his lower lip jutting out. “But, I thought you were my cum slut, my good little blood whore.” 

“I am…! I–fuck, I am, Master…!” you found yourself crying out, tears inside your hazy eyes, tasting dried blood when you wet your dry lips, knowing you wouldn’t even recognize your reflection if you saw it now. You were a new model, remolded, changed for the better. 

His hypnotic eyes began to glow. “Be a good sleeve and take it for your Master, yeah?”

You did as he said, taking everything he gave you like a pliant doll, letting him lick, bite, drink from you, and fuck you dumb for as long as his still heart desired, wondering if he was even aware of how much your blood boiled inside you. 

Wooyoung was just like the others. They were all the same, treating you like a helpless toy, using you for their enjoyment and tossing you aside when they were bored, viewing your humanity as your downfall, and perhaps they were right. Like two magnets, you couldn’t live without the other, and now, you were a monster like him, one in the same. 

Just as you both reached your climax together, holding desperately onto one another, Wooyoung’s bewitching gaze no longer holding captive, you felt a supreme power rise within yourself. You didn’t need him, not when you were now your own Master. The only thing you served now was your endless hunger. 

Wooyoung couldn’t get you off once you latched onto his neck, gasping and sputtering, his constant struggles only forcing your fangs just that much deeper into his skin and the artery you had targeted, digging his claws into your back as a last ditch effort. “But, we…we made a pact,” he coughed out, his gravelly voice reflecting the immense pain he felt. He couldn’t fight back any longer, simply slumping back against the wall to accept his fate, holding his hand up to his torn neck, despite it not doing anything to prevent the crimson from flowing through his fingers. “I don’t understand…” 

“I recall warning you that I was poisonous,” you replied softly, licking remnants of his precious life source from your stained lips. 

He couldn’t help but smile, his eyes resembling half-moons. “Fair point, human…”

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To Love and To Cherish

Nikolai x John Price x fem!reader

this got SO out of hand, even had to google what the dirty term for daddy was in russian😭

tw:bar, drinking, slight/possible drugging, intoxication, reader goes home w them drunk(DONT DO THIS EVER), underlying daddy issues, Big Beefy Men tm, use of grown up derogatory term? (big girl, not referring to body.)erm smut, smut, and more smut, intoxicated sex(don’t do this guys, consent is key), unprotected sex(DONT DO THIS.), sharing, age gap (reader is twenty smth, John/Nik are old men in their late thirties early forties, daddy talk (im sorry😭I HAD TO)marriage talk, housewife idolization, uh-lmk if I missed smth!

very special thank you to the amazing @elaineiswithyou-blog for allowing me to base this off their post! 💕

the overcrowded bar just got a little more crowded when you stepped into the room, squeezing through people to get to the bar. you don’t see any stools open and you scan the space, looking for a place to rest your achy feet and get a small drink. a throat clears behind you with a deep rumble, and you tense unconsciously, turning to look at the source of the noise. two beefy older men on two barstools, one open in between them.

the one on the left has slicked back hair, it’s black, possibly a very dark brown. it runs down the nape of his neck and curls up slightly at the ends. his eyes have a mischievous and knowing sheen in them, like he knows a joke that you aren’t in on. his thick face is pale, and a strong nose rests on it. a gold chain sits on his chest from where hair pokes out of the top of a white tee shirt. he’s got an odd jacket thrown on top of it, leather with patches sprinkled on it. his thighs seem to bulge out of his beaten up jeans, and work boots peek out of the bottom of them. handsome. maybe a bad kind of handsome, he’s not the kind of man a pretty little girl like you should be hanging with.

eyes drifting to the other man, you’re meet with startling ice-blue eyes nestled among a hairy man. his brown hair covers him everywhere. he’s got mutton chops even. it suits him though. in the dark light you can’t see the light freckles decorating the bridge of his nose, but you will. his white button up is rolled up to his elbows, showing off his strong forearms that lead up to his biceps that stretch the fabric. dear lord you think you’re having heart palpitations(i sure am). his arms are crossed at you as he looks at you. a strong chest is obviously visible, and even more hair creeps out of the collar. he’s got slacks on, the old kind with black buttons fastening them, rather a zipper. sailor pants, you think. that’s what they’re called. again, he’s on the older side, but plenty of life left in his eyes.

it’s only been a few seconds before you hear the sleazy man call out to you in an accent you think is russian. “there’s a open seat over here, milaya, come sit with us.” he practically purrs, twisting to face you in his seat. your eyes flit to his and then to his hand which gestures to the seat in between them. hesitant, you walk to the stool, they’re at least respectable enough to make some room for you to squeeze in. “thank you.” you mutter, trying to take up as little room as possible, shoulders and legs tense. “you new ‘ere?” the second one asks, setting down a strong-looking drink. “uh, yes. a friend told me about this bar.” the man’s eyebrows jump at that. “your friend in the military?” he says, lifting his glass to take a small sip of his drink. “no. her boyfriend is though. I think.” you frown, unable to remember for sure. still, he nods. “you need a drink, milaya. no one comes to a bar just to sit and talk with old men like us.” the other one says, flagging down a busy bartender. you don’t really drink all too much so when the beefy man on your left prattles off a drink order you’re not even sure what it is, you stay silent. when the bartender asks who’s tab it’s going on you raise your hand, fingers slipping into your little purse and pulling out your card. the one on your right is quick to stop you, leaning in and grabbing the wrist that holds the little piece of plastic.

“none of that, luv. we’ll pay.” he says, gently tugging your hand away from the man who’s sticky with sweat. nodding at him, the bartender catches the hint and walks off, saying “i’ll put it on your tab, then.” your face is heating up, slightly embarrassed and unsure of what to do. so you hide your face, pointing it downward, trying to hide behind your hair. beefy man bows his head down, trying to look at your eyes. “no thank you? and i thought you had manners.” he laughs when you’re face shoots right back up. “thank you.” you respond, shy from your mistake. “Nikolai.” he says, pushing a hand in your direction. you take it weakly, and his hand drawrfs yours, firm grip shaking it up and down, fingers lingering a little too long. you respond with your name, before facing the man on your right. “John.” he says gruffly. you nod, eyes directed at the bar again, unsure of what to do. they are good looking. might be a little old for you if anything, but not extremely suspicious. no you weren’t exactly looking for fun, but now you have two to choose from.

the bartender returns with your drink, placing it in front of you. “something sweet for a girl who looks even sweeter.” Nikolai grins, and picks it up for you, stirring it around with the straw they placed in it. the amber liquid swirls around, a cherry sits in the bottom of the glass. “what is it?” you ask. “you’ll like it sweetheart.” John says, reaching over you to take it from Nikolai, holding it in front of you. angling the straw, you take a sip, and you make a pleased noise. “wow. that is good.” taking the glass from him, you hold it back to your lips, taking another gulp. the liquid sits in your mouth and you savor it before swallowing again. the alcohol is there, but it doesn’t even overpower you. you taste cherry added and whatever Nikolai told them to put in this you’re so thankful for. you’ve always had a low alcohol tolerance and an even lower one for bitter stuff, but this makes you smile. sipping again, you relax, determining the men aren’t threats. Nikolai shoots you a worried glance over the glass of scotch. “you going to breathe at all?” he asks, lifting the drink away. “hey!” you cry. teeth shining in a cruel smirk he places it on the bar. “it’s good.” you shrug, opening up more. warmth blooms in your chest, and you face John, sad look on your pretty face. “look what you did, makin’ her pout, Nik.” you raise your eyebrows and turn your head back to the other man. “Nik?” you question. the russian accented man merely shrugs.

“so what are you doing here, milaya?”Nik says, sipping from his glass. it’s your turn to shrug now. “just bored i guess…wanted something to do..”you say, stirring your drink lazily. “mm. and you thought we’d entertain you?” John asks, leaning his elbow on the bar before placing his chin on his hand. god what was in that drink? your head feels warm and fuzzy. you raise your glass and take another fat sip. “well, you made me sit down with you.” you murmur. “ah, but you chose to sit. we didn’t force you into the seat.” he counters. Nik nods in agreement. “you must’ve liked what you saw, hm?” he says, leaning in just a bit too close. the alcohol seeps into your bloodstream as you finish off your drink. you stay silent though, pushing it to the bar. John finishes his own drink, flagging down the bartender again. “‘nother round.” he calls out, and the man nods. Nik leans in, fat hand curling around your shoulder. “i know what i am talking about, don’t i?” he grins, pressing his nose into your hair. you lean away but John pushes you into him more. “mm-hmm.” you murmur.

you know you shouldn’t allow this. stand up for yourself, set the boundaries. just because they’re handsome and tall doesn’t mean they can push you around. something behind your heart swells though. you want them too, deep down. let them tell you what to do. let them lead and guide you, help you make good decisions. so you let them, becoming pliant in each stroke of their hands, word of their mouth, and each drink that they slip you.

you just finished your third one and your eyes are lidded as you look at John. “well no! hic it wasn’t my fault. you see my stupid coworker didn’t submit her report, and i got in trouble!” you cry, crossing your arms over your chest. John laughs. “alright, that’s fair.” he says, rubbing circles into your back. you hiccup again, drowsy. “not a big drinker, milaya?” Nikolai asks, sipping on his fourth glass of scotch. you shake your head helplessly. “you ever try scotch?” John asks, offering you his glass. “no.” you respond, gripping the glass. he keeps his hand on it though, raising it to your lips. you knew scotch was strong, but not that strong. under the impression that it would be a bit like your other drink, you took a too-big sip. your face scrunches and you sputter, liquid burning your throat. Nik laughs. “you’re not a drinker at all.” John says, pulling it away from you. wiping your lips, you glare at him. “that was mean.” you growl, leaning back into Nikolai. the man behind you rumbles out a chuckle and promptly lifts you from the stool and into his lap. squeaking, you clasp your hands into his fingers that are around your waist as your back presses into his chest. John looks at y’all, dark look creeping into his eyes. He takes your spot at the bar, and he leans in. “sorry doll.” he chuckles, tracing a finger down your thighs. warmth pools in between your legs, and you push your thighs together.

Nikolai wraps his hands tighter. “want to get used to big-girl drinks?” he asks. you stay silent. “we have some other stuff back at our home.” he murmurs over you shoulder and into your ear. you’re still silent when John says something. “c’mon, luv, we don’t bite.” he’s still petting your thigh. your fuzzy mind tries to weigh the pros and cons of going. on one hand, you might have the best night of your life. other hand, you might get axe murdered. your eyes trail to John’s. “not goin’ to do anything ‘less you wan’ to.” he murmurs, fingers still petting your thigh. nodding slowly, you reach down and grab his hand. Nikolai nods behind you and you swear you feel something beneath you. anxiety creeps back into your system, but John notices and stands before you can chicken out. Nik rises and puts you back on your feet, and both men escort you out of the bar. you feel safe though, everyone averts their eyes at the sight of the two men. no perverted glances or “stray hands”. no one flirting with you. it’s nice, peaceful. leaning into Nik more, he carries your weight on his arm. John pushes open the door, Nik’s hand slipping into a pocket before tossing keys to John. the brunette moves to a car before clicking open the lock. Nikolai’s large hand opens the back seat for you, helping you in. you fumble to put the buckle in its clasp, Nik guides your fingers until a sharp click is heard. he goes to shut the door, but not before John calls out, “don’t leave the doll back there all alone.” Nik scoffs. “you need me here milaya?”he asks, broad form leaning down to look at your face. “think i do..”you trail off, grabbing at his jacket. rolling his eyes, he clambers over your body to the middle seat, muttering something about he’s too old for this. you shut the door behind him promptly. his fat bicep slips over your shoulder as John pulls off and onto the road. your brains still fuzzy, but it’s not like you’re completely dumb(yet.). “where are we going?” you ask, looking out the window. “Nik’s place.” John says gruffly. you glare at the back of his head, “where is Nik’s place?”. a hand traces the inside of your thigh lazily. “not far, milaya. 20 minutes north?” he says, spreading his knees apart to get comfortable. “twenty minutes?!” you exclaim, groaning again. “can’t be patient for twenty minutes, luv? we’ll show you something real interesting when you get there.” John says sultrily. your mouth shuts at that, mind racing with anticipation.

“mm. she’s quiet again.” Nikolai muses, hands creeping higher. John sees from the rear view mirror. “knock that off Nik.” he says, hands tightening on the wheel. “fine. save the best for later, right milaya?” he grunts, pressing a kiss to your cheek. you nod, and feeling brave, press one to his. his eyes are back on you in an instant, wide and determined. uh oh. tickled the bear, you did. he’s on you in a second, lips everywhere. you gasp as his teeth pinch the skin of your neck. he doesn’t stop though, encourages him even. your hands wander over his collarbone to his shoulder, coming to rest on either side of his neck. he begins to pull away, readjusting his pants. your fingers brush the chain he wears, warmed by his skin. and idea slips into that little head of yours and you curl your fingers around it, pulling the sleazy man back toward you. he groans and his left hand slips to your waist again before he’s all over you once more.

when the car slows and you feel the pavement change you pull away from the man. looking around, you’re surrounded by tall trees, in the middle of a forest. it makes sense though, the little town with the bars at is that, little. military town serving the soldiers that reside on a base nearby. but this isn’t a neighborhood or apartment. it’s a hanger. “what are we-“ your words are cut off by Nik’s cooing in your ear. “shh. don’t worry about it, we’re home.” you’re still confused as John shuts off the car and comes to your door, pulling it open before helping you out. he cradles an arm around your hip, walking to the humongous building. “what you’re not going to help me out?” Nik yells after him. you hear a door shut and boots on pavement. John just smirks. but you recognize that glint in his eye.

oh. oh.

oh you like this.

the large door is open enough for you and John to slip through, Nik quickly following behind. a large helicopter sits in the middle of the floor, taking up space. a small plane rests in the back next another copter. you’ve never been up close to a helicopter and you’re shocked just by its sheer size. Nik walks over, patting the nose of it. “like it?” Nik asks, hands on his hips. he looks proud. John scoffs, “what that big ugly thing next to the helicopter?” Nik’s smirk fades, glaring at the man next to you. a laugh escapes you. “oh you liked that?” Nikolai says, gaze shifting to you. John’s hand comes down over your ass, head tilting to your ear. “yeah, you like that?” he says lowly. you blush. “it’s nice, Nik.” smiling at him. he smiles and walks over to a door on the side of the hanger, and John drags you over as well. it looks like a meeting room, big open table, chairs scattered around. but Nik walks to a set of stairs that lead to what looks to be an apartment. well, whatever you call the living quarters in a aircraft hanger. there’s a kitchen to the left, opening up to a small living room. the brown hardwood floors are covered with old-looking rugs that could pass for tapestries. Nik hums a low tune and grabs you, throwing you over his shoulder and onto the couch, popping you in his lap.

giggling, you turn over your shoulder to gaze at John, who’s pulling out some bottles from a cabinet. he takes slow, wide, steps to where you’re seated. he sits down, unscrewing a bottle of bourbon. Nik sits up, holding you upright. John lifts your chin and tips the bottle to your lips, letting liquid spill into your mouth. you try to swallow as much as you can, gasping when it overflows and drips down your chin. sputtering, you spit some out, and hits the bottom of John’s slacks. choking down the bitter liquid, Nik hums in approval. “makin’ a mess, aren’t you, hun?” John says, setting down the bottle on the floor. Nik stands up behind you, still thoroughly presses against you. “be good and take his shirt off, milaya.” Nik groans behind you, grinding into you slowly, heavy hand on your neck. okay now you definitely felt something behind you now.

your hands drift up to the collar of his shirt, undoing another and another, and another until you slowly untuck his button up from his slacks. pushing off the shirt, he helps you slide it from his shoulders. ohmygodwhyishesohairy you think as your eyes look down his chest, trailing down to his belly button. his happy trail disappears into his pants, and a pretty freckle sits underneath the left side of his belly button. your fingers trace the waistband of his slacks and begin to undo a button on his sailor pants. Nik is still grinding into you from behind, encouraging you with a squeeze to the hip. taking a deep breath, you undo the other buttons down the row before loosening the flap, pushing them down his hips. he helps you then, stepping out of them, still in boxers. love handles poke out over them, and you practically swoon again. you don’t get much time to dwell on him though, he’s picking up the other bottle and turning you to face Nik. “this one’s vodka, darling.” John says behind you, lips against your nape. he presses against you, and he’s chubbing up in his knickers at the sight of Nikolai bottle feeding you one of his favorite drinks. your face scrunches after a tiny sip, but you continue to drink until Nik pulls away, liquid dripping down your chest now, staining your shirt. you’re quick to get the memo again, rucking your hands up Nikolai’s shirt to pull it off his head. the russian quickly pulls off his leather jacket to let you, and helps you lift it over his overstretched arms. you’re convinced your going to pass out. Nikolai’s just so thick. all meat on his bones, his stomach isn’t insanely toned like so many other men are obsessed with. he’s got a healthy amount of pudge on him. licking your lips, you lean it to where Nik’s taking a sip of the drink, and you kiss him, liquid spilling between the two of you. pulling away the bottle, he’s gasping against your lips. you make easier work of his simple jeans, yanking the zipper down quickly. the large man steps out of them as well, hands pawing at your chest through the fabric.

John leans over, pulling up the hem of your little blouse until it’s fully over your head and on the floor, doing something similar with your bra. Nik’s on his knees unbuttoning your jeans, yanking them down. you gasp, leaning a hand on his shoulder to help you out of them without falling. he comes back up, returning to your mouth. Johns hand has come around and kneads the skin of your breasts, sighing as he grinds you slowly. Nikolai’s got a gleam in his eye as he pulls away, trading the bottle of vodka for the bourbon. he forces your head over you shoulder so John can connect his mouth with yours before pouring the bourbon into your mouths, John gripping you tighter. you try to keep as much as you can in your mouth, really! but it’s just so strong you can’t, and Nik’s pouring too much! saliva a alcohol dance on your lips when you pull away, Nikolai quick to turn the bottle up. John’s front and the back of your neck is sticky with alcohol, and you lean back to Nik, spreading the mixture over his neck. John’s tipping more vodka into your mouth, and you’re taking it now, trying to keep your mind off the burn and taste. he’s not stupid though, only allows you a little at a time.

it’s so much. both beefy men sandwiching you and pouring alcohol down your throat, hips grinding without any sign of stopping. your so sensitive, both their movements causing slick to pool in between your legs. you whine, pressing your face into Nik’s chest, hands drifting down his large torso. he tuts before saying “done milaya?” you nod rapidly, fingers dipping into his boxers, desperate for more. “uh-huh.” John says firmly, yanking your hands away. Nik grumbles “she’s doing good!” he exclaims, petting your hair. “mhm. ‘m so good, pleasepleaseplease Nik, wan’ it.” the alcohol is really hitting you now. John shakes his head, pulling you to him, and crouches down before tucking his hands under your knees and lifting. you yelp, clinging to his shoulders as he carries you to another room. must be their bedroom. a bed sits inside, draped with a heavy quilt and brown throw. more blankets peek out under it, and your mind flits to the thought of both of them curled up next to each other during the cold nights. you’d bet they’d be so warm, thick and hairy bodies perfect for cuddling.

John places you down gently, lips kissing down your neck and over your chest, his hands pulling down your knickers. Nik’s right behind him, and shucks his own before climbing onto the bed, tucking your head on his lap. John’s stepping out of his before leaning back down to you, spreading your thighs and dipping his tongue into you. you mewl, hand darting down to grip his hair. your other flounders, finding purchase in the sheets as your back arches and you squirm. a noise emerges from behind you, something rubbing, like skin on skin. you look back, head tilting to see Nikolai touching himself, hand moving slowly, dragging in steady motions. you moan at the sight of it, and John glances up to only growl into your skin, grazing his teeth over your clit. you watch as his right hand drifts down to grip himself. you don’t believe what you’re doing right now. this is so crazy. you’re about to get absolutely ruined by men 15 year older than you. maybe more.

you’re a moaning mess, eyes turning glassy, zoning in and out. John’s relentless, tongue pushing and bullying your cunt while his fingers tease your clit further. Nik’s hand picked up his own pace, and groans fall from his own lips each time your eyes look up at his. “John…”he growls. “can’t take it.” Nik says, looking at the brunette, John lifts his eyes to the russian and god if he could come right then and there. you, face blissed out in pleasure, and Nik, cock ruddy and dripping, head thrown back as he pants. suddenly, you’re yanked down the bed by your ankles as John man handles you onto you belly, and then your knees, pulling your hips back to meet his face where he’s bent over the bed, hand propping him up, the other playing with himself. his mouth is right back on you and Nikolai gets the message, scooting forward so your mouth can be put to work. your jaw already hangs open, and you take him in slowly, swirling around his tip and underside. he practically growling and twitching the whole time it takes you to get to his base, face shoved in his hairy pubes. you get louder, moaning around Nik as John is relentless, forcing a coil to tighten in your lower stomach. Nikolai is groaning, fist in your hair as he twitches into you, releasing finally. he bucks his hips into you, and you gag, trying to keep yourself planted. as he pulls off, you’re gasping, leaning your face up as he grabs your chin, pulling you into a kiss. that’s when John’s fingers rub you just right and the coil snaps. eyes rolling back you moan into Nik’s mouth, trying to get away from John. he lets you go, and you scramble onto Nik’s lap. the russian holds you softly, shushing into your temple as you takes gulps of air. John’s got an amused look on his face as he straightens.

Nikolai positions you to where you face John, back to his chest. he’s careful to maneuver you slowly onto his length, rubbing circles on your waist as you twitch. like the rest of him, he’s unbelievably thick. reaching the right spots in you, dragging along the sides of you just right, making your mewl as he pushes deeper. when his hips are flush with yours, something clicks off in your brain. you’re just so pliant now, wanting to get wrecked. his tip feels like it’s flush with your womb. he’s gasping for breath too as you sit against the headboard, slightly bouncing you. you’re eyes are glossy as you look up at him, leaning your head back to kiss his neck. “please-hic!please, daddy, wan’ you.” you say, trying to move more. Nikolai merely chuckles and turns your head to face John, who’s running a hand up and down himself slowly, watching you two with lidded eyes. “no no, milaya. i’m your papochka. that man is your daddy.” he says as his fingers begin to rub your clit again. you keen and nod, before you’re begging John to let Nikolai ruin you. John laughs lowly as Nik continues to bounce you, hitting your cervix every time. you’re crying, tears running freely, but don’t worry! your papochka is there to lick them away. John seems intent on making you wait, holding off until he’s ready to release, shifting closer till his leaking tip is brushing your soft skin of your torso. “please please please” you echo, and John nods, groaning as he spurts out onto your abdomen. the coil in your snaps, and you trash in Nik’s arms as he holds you down against him. he’s loud as well, groaning as you clench around him.

you’re sobbing, clutching Nik’s hand as he pulls you off of him. John gets off the bed, standing to the side. him and Nikolai share a secret look, and the russian switches places with John. Nik picks you up so John can slip under you, guiding you on top of his member. he’s not as thick as Nikolai, but still fills you up to what seem is past your limit. Nik kneels down so his mouth is even with where you meet. John’s knees drift apart and he holds you legs open to give the man beneath you better access. Nik’s on you in and instant, licking at your clit as John rolls his hips lazily. you let out a low groan, unsure if you could take more. “Nik…” you mewl, head tipping onto John’s shoulder. “ah-ah” John tuts, fisting your hair to look down at where Nikolai is. “what did he tell you to call him, luv.” John says firmly. Nik smiles and runs a hand over his tip, about to spill. that has to wait until he hears the word. you blush and look down. “papochka…” you murmur. that’s when Nik’s coming. he groans and shoots back up, stroking himself as he spills onto your cunt, soaking where you and John meet even more. he’s growling, almost animalistic, leaning forward. you think he’s going to kiss you but he bypasses you for John, digging his teeth into the British man’s shoulder. John gasps, thrusting into you. you keen, hands darting out to Nikolai’s hips. he’s shaking in your arms, and falls back to his knees, working at you furiously again, intent on making you release. it’s so quick, you’re gripping his slick hair one moment, bucking onto his face, and the next you’re undone, shaking. you see white and screw your eyes shut, jaw slack open. Nik rises, already hard tip brushing where you and John meet.

a bad idea appears in his and John’s head almost simultaneously.

John nods, shifting his arms around you so you can’t move, Nik’s steadying himself on your hip, other hand guiding himself at your entrance that’s clenching on John’s cock. there’s room, he tells himself(no there isn’t.) before you know it, he’s pushing in, stretching you past your limits. tears run down your cheeks as you sob. you can’t take it!!! Nik’s shushing you, reassuring you that you can, that you are. oh. did you say that out loud? you wouldn’t know anymore, too blissed out to know. you’re spewing words like “no-can’t take it!” and they’re both there to shush you, comforting you as Nik rocks into you further. everyone lets a sigh of relief out when Nik bottoms out. the russian is just grateful you’re not passed out or in serious pain. they let you acclimate, thank goodness, and you relax around both of them as best as you can, but you’re stretched to the max.

you’re so full.

that’s when they start to move. Nik sets the pace this time, thrusting in when he wants. John groans at the feeling of Nikolai’s length rubbing on his, and lets out a high noise when his head is rubbed just the right way on a particularly rough thrust. Nik is panting, arm on John’s shoulder to steady himself. the brit is pressing kisses to your neck, licking at your sweat while Nik kisses your cheek, calling you good and so perfect for them. you just take them so well! you’re made for it!

Nik pushes you all closer to the edge, and you’re the first to snap. being stretched makes you oh so sensitive, combined with your previous times, you’re overstimulated. as Nikolai starts to rub your clit again you start to shake, crying out in short moans as you come around them both. John’s next, letting out a gasp as your aftershocks hit him. spilling into you, he’s growling nonsense into your shoulder about keeping you with them, making you their wife, you’re already perfect for them, luv. Niks last, still rocking into you after he spurts out ropes. he’s panting, forehead pressed to yours as he comes down from his high. both begin to soften in you and Nik pulls out first, you still twitch with overstimulation. he lifts you up so John can move from under you, he reclines on the bed, lifting up the covers. Nikolai maneuvers you next to John before climbing in after him. cleaning up can wait until tomorrow. they cradle you, shushing you to sleep. you nod along with everything they say, mind addled by liquor and sex. something pulls at you though, telling you yes, stay with them, be their little wife. you’d be so good. you’re young and can still have their babies, cook good meals for them after they come back from hard missions. you mumble yes after yes, eyes fluttering shut. Nik holds you in his lap, before slipping off a ring from his pinky, holding up your left hand. “want to be our wife then, milaya?” he asks into your ear.

it’s so nice in this bed. they’re so warm, just like you thought. they took such good care of you. you can take care of them, you think before murmuring out an “i do.” John smiles into your neck as Nikolai slips the ring onto your ring finger, kissing your ear. “to love and to cherish.” John rumbles, throwing an arm over you. “to love and to cherish.” Nikolai repeats, fat hand on your hip.

“to love and to cherish.” you whisper.

[ravenromanova]

Just one night

Pairings: Natasha x Ex girlfriend reader

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!!!!! Mommy kink, fingering, oral, thigh riding, squirting, clit play, nipple play. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18+!!!!!!!!!!! (Fluff, Smut, Happy ending)

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From the moment you walked into the room her emerald eyes were on you. She drank in the way you looked in the black dress that clung to your body in all the right ways. You were obviously oblivious to her staring as you sauntered your way across the event. Luckily for her you both were forced to come to this event tonight since it was for the avengers.

Stark held a fundraiser for the team once a year so the team can get funding and make nice with the government officials. So fortunately for the redheaded assassin you were forced to be in close proximity to her for the evening. She watched as you walked to the bar chatting up one of the senators of new york. You smiled brightly at the older woman who was talking your ear off about god knows what.

Natasha waited a few minutes for the senator to leave before she walked up next you. “A vodka martini please” She said to the bartender causing you to turn your head in her direction.

”Hi darling“ Her smooth voice echoes through your ears. You could tell by the look on her face she had some kind of mischievous plan for the night.

“Hi tasha” You said as you took a sip from your cocktail and raised your brow to her. The sound of your voice instantly brought a smile to her face.

“Did you come here with someone?” She asked a little hesitantly as she sipped her drink.

“Do you really think id subject someone else to this craziness?” You motion to around the room that’s filled with your drunk teammates.

Natasha laughed a little at your statement. “Well i guess that’s true” She shrugged. “But at least we ran into each other”

“I have a very strong feeling that you planned to run into me” You responded with a smirk causing her to let out a breathy chuckle.

“Well i guess thats somewhat true. Maybe i just wanted to see my girl” Nat said taking a long sip from her drink.

“Last time i checked we broke up” Your words made her frown slightly. She recalled the day you two broke up and it made her heart break even more.

“Doesn’t mean you aren’t mine.” The words sent a chill down your spine and you softly smiled at her.

“Ever the charmer tasha. But im assuming you have something up your sleeve?” You asked and the redhead just smiled her devilish smile.

“More so a proposition” She started as she tapped her finger against the bar. “It’s been a while since i’ve uh been with someone. And i know from my many sources that you haven’t either. So my proposal is that for just tonight me and you forget about the reasons we broke up and just be together again.” Her words make you feel a a little dizzy as she speaks.

You take a few moments to process her words before you finally make a decision. “Just one night?” You asked raising your eyebrow at her before sipping your drink and then ordering another one.

“Just one night” She said sticking out her pinky so you know she’s serious. You smiled at her before you wrapped your pinky around hers.

That’s how you ended up here. Splayed out on her mattress in her room at the compound. Your clothes are partially removed as Natasha is leaving red marks on your neck and chest.

“God i’ve missed you” She admits kissing below your ear making you moan a little.

“Ive missed you too” You confess breathlessly as she moves to unclasp your bra. When her eyes land on your exposed chest her mouth instantly waters. Her lips them circle around your nipple and she starts to suck harshly loving the way you moan for her.

Natasha spends an ungodly amount of time playing with your nipples like she’s never played with them before… granted it’s been six months but it felt like a lifetime to her. So she spent extra time tweaking, pinching and sucking on them like she’s done many times before.

“Please mommy… i-i need you” You beg clawing at her smooth pale skin. Natasha chuckles at your lack of patience before she kisses down your stomach and stops and the hem of your panties.

“Oh kotenok how i’ve missed your begging” She says kissing along the hem of your panties before she slides them down your legs. Once she removes them she takes a moment to appreciate your dripping pussy thats on display for her.

“Fuck i’ve missed you” She continues her words of affirmation as she kisses you inner thighs lightly before diving into your core. Her tongue darts out passed her lips and she licks a stripe along your pussy causing you to mewl in response.

Natasha laps at you like woman starved and gets lost in the way you taste. Your hands fly to her hair and you hold onto her with a strong grip feeling the coil in your stomach build.

“Oh fuck yes mommy” You moan out feeling yourself get closer by the second. Natasha takes your moans as her sign to stick two of her thick and long fingers into you.

“OH FUCK!” You scream out as you feel her fingers fill you up. She smirks she sets a medium pace being careful not to hurt you. Her fingers graze the sweet spot inside and you end up on her fingers and tongue.

“God i love the way you taste baby” She praises bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking off your juices with a delighted moan. Natasha wasnt done with you yet though after she licked her fingers she went back to eat your pussy again.

Your back arched off the bed when she wrapped her lips around your clit and started sucking again. “OH MY GOD” You moaned gripping the sheets for support. Natasha just hummed in response getting lost in your sounds and taste. As she was eating you all you could think about was how much you missed her and never wanted this to end.

You two broke up amicably for multiple reasons the main one being the fact that there just wasnt enough communication. And with you two being Avengers the non communication turned into sloppy missions and arguments which led to the end. But in the end you both missed each other more than either of you wanted to admit.

“Cum for me detka” She said harshly sucking on your clit bringing you out of your thoughts. Her words along with a particularly harsh suck you ended up squirting all over the bed.

“O-Oh my god” You whisper breathlessly as you move the hair from your face. Natasha made her way back up to your face and gently cupped your cheek.

“Ive missed you so much” She whispers pulling you in for a passionate kiss. “I lied… I dont want this to be just for one night”

“Me neither” You confessed moving your hands to her waist and positioning her on your thigh. She raised an eyebrow at you before she got the hint and removed her clothes and sat back down in your thigh.

Your hands gripped her hips and you locked eyes with her and pushed her dripping core onto your thigh. She let out a breathy moan at the contact of your cool thigh against her warm core. Her hands went straight to your chest so she could have something to hold onto as she slowly lost her composure.

Natasha could feel her orgasm creep up on her as she grinded against your thigh. And when you tensed up your thigh under her she let go all over your thigh making you smile.

“Ive missed that” You say chuckling a little making her smile. She slowly got off your thigh and you marveled at the sight of her juices on your thigh. Once she laid down on the bed you laid on her chest as you tried to catch your breath.

“I want us to try again” She whispered in your ear as she kissed your head.

“We were already back together from the second you made your proposition” You confessed. Natasha smiled and kissed you again before she grabbed a towel to clean the both of you off. When she returned she cleaned you and then herself off before laying back down next to you.

“Sleep now my love” She whispered in your ear as well as wrapping her arms around you and bringing you closer to her as much as possible.

Soon you booth drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Yes there was still a lot to talk about but as for now you were going to relish in the bliss that is Natasha Romanoff.

~The end~

A/n i know this was kinda rushed but i really wanted to post something for yall so i hope you liked it :)

[hungarianshinobi]

Red flag? I'm colorblind - Fushiguro Toji x F!Reader

-Chapter 1

https://www.tumblr.com/hungarianshinobi/781641513633562624/red-flag-im-colorblind-fushiguro-toji-x?source=share

-Chapter 2

https://www.tumblr.com/hungarianshinobi/782361707629740032/red-flag-im-colorblind-fushiguro-toji-x?source=share

Chapter 3

(Y/n)'s POV:

All the while for the next couple of minutes Anna tried to convince me to go and talk to that man. Sometimes he would steal a glance at me, immediately smirking when he sees me looking back at him.

"Come on, just go and talk to him." My friend tried to convince me again. Though I didn't want to ruin our girly night, besides I was a coward.

That guy clearly seems to be the type who could have any woman he wanted, so why would he be interested in me anyway?

The front door of the bar opened and I looked towards it, seeing another man entering. The stranger who saved me on the train also looked to the source of the voice and soon when the new guest reached him, they bumped fists. They clearly knew each other.

At least Anna will leave me alone with her nudging...

"Aw, too bad." She spoke from beside me, understanding the situation.

And so we rather paid attention to each other just as we originally planned. Telling stories, talking about the past when we were smaller and such.

I remember that we used to build forts out of all of the cushions and pillows that were in the house, drawing and coloring everything we could imagine in them. Our parents didn't mind it at all. Even when any of them found us with markers all over our skin they just shook their head and chuckled. We have so many photos of those memories. There was a certain one though which was my favourite. One day, we drew a half heart on each other's thumbs and when we put our thumbs together next to each other, it became a whole one. We decided to make it a tattoo a few years later when we saw that photo of us, and right before Anna moved to Tokyo, we actually went to a salon to have it done after we both became 18 years old.

Whenever I would look at my thumb till this day it makes me smile and recall all those memories. We are best friends and always will be.

Grabbing my glass, I wanted to take a sip from my drink only to notice that it's empty. "Ah, I ran out of (fav non alcoholic drink)." I whined.

Anna just finished her own drink as well. "Me too."

"Let me get new ones. This round is on me." I grinned at her. The previous round was paid by her and we always did this anyway.

"Sounds good to me." She grinned back, so I grabbed our glasses and stood up from my seat. She called out to me one last time thohgh. "Don't forget to talk to that guy~" she chuckled mischeviously.

I rolled my eyes. "Anna... You never change." Flashing one last smile at her I turned away from her, approaching the bar, my heels clicking on the floor. I leaned on the counter and waved for the bartender, telling him I want to order another round of the same stuff. He took the two glasses and I watched him working.

Then I heard a low chuckle from the left. "Aren't you too old to order that kind of stuff, young lady?" He chuckled again. Nor me, nor Anna drank any alcohol. It was not our thing.

I turned my head to the side to look at the giant man beside me, raising a brow at him. "Excuse me? I can order whatever I want."

He rose his hands as if he was surrendering before speaking again with the grin still present on his lips. "Calm down, I was just asking you, I didn't say it as an insult. You have taken it as one, but it wasn't my intention." He said leaning onto the bar more.

"Me and my friend just like these drinks. It's a memory for us, that's all. It's very delicious, you should try it someday instead of drinking umm..." I pointed at his glass. "...whatever it is."

"It's whisky. Ever tried it? If not you should try it someday." he copied my answer taking a sip of his alcohol while looking towards the table whereas I came from.

I smiled a bit. "No, I didn't. Perhaps I might try it someday, but only if you will try my drink too." I smirked and took the two glasses which the bartender handed me since he finished preparing them. "Now if you excuse me. My friend is waiting for me."

However his words made me halt to a stop. "Then it's a date?" He took a sip, closing his eyes while waiting for me to answer his question. "I'm Fushiguro Toji by the way. If you prefer not to be strangers." he then looked at his friend and then back at me. "Also one more thing. This young man here..." he pointed at the man beside himself. "...is crushing on your friend. Mind if he goes there for a few minutes to introduce himself to her?"

I paused for a second. I didn't mean it that way. I didn't mean to 'date him' or whatever his mind made up because of my answer.

And I also remembered all of a sudden that Anna remarked how good-looking his friend is. So I answered, having no idea why I said the next few words. "W-why not. I guess... My name is (L/n) (y/n)." I glanced at the other man, still having no idea why am I letting myself getting dragged into this.

Girly night is over...

"About my friend... Umm, he can go there I guess. But she's a bit shy, I don't know if she would happily talk to a stranger." I informed Toji.

Toji looked over at his friend, nodding with his head after he received a positive answer from me.

What... the... fuck... am... I... doing...

"Take a seat, (y/n). Take his seat in fact since he will steal yours right now." he said, ordering another glass of alcohol for himself right after. "So when should our date start? Now or some other time?"

I glanced at Anna first, hesitating to answer Toji till I would see her agreeing to that man sitting down. It seemed that things are probably going to be okay, so I looked back at the man beside myself. "Well, we can call this a quick date then I guess. Unless you want to beat up a bunch of guys like on the train today." I joked.

"Ah so you do remember me like I remember you. For a second I thought I could be wrong but I didn't miss your gorgeous features." he grinned.

A hint of a blush appeared on my cheeks for a brief second. "Thank you." I mumbled, smiling to myself a bit.

Toji looked at my drink, sliding his own towards me. "So...trading? I try that... whatever that drink is and you try whisky. If you like it I will order you another one."

Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea...

"A promise is a promise." I said and gave my drink to Toji, grabbing the glass of whiskey I got from him. I raised the glass to my nose, smelling it. "God, this must be a strong one. But it's scent is nice I must admit."

Toji looked at the glass and then at me, the grin still present on his lips. "Maybe you should've warned me first with how good your alcohol tolerance is. Because if its bad I don't think you will make it with one glass only." he said, grabbing my glass of (fav non alcoholic drink).

I took a sip from the whiskey which burned my throat even after I swallowed it. Indeed it was a very strong one and I was not used to strong drinks. "Well I don't really drink alcohol, let alone strong ones so I guess one glass of this is enough. Besides, I promised. Now it's your turn to try my drink." I pointed at it and waited for him to drink from it.

Toji took the straw out of the glass and threw it away randomly on the ground. He took a sip and then showed a disgusted face. "Ugh... This is shit."

I raised my brows in surprisement. "Why?" The previous one I drank was quite good so I had no idea what's his problem with it.

"Because it's not whisky. There is nothing special about this stuff. It's crap. Here you go taste it if you would like. There's no way I'm going to drink the rest." he gave it back to me.

"Crap? Well what did I expect from someone like you..." It might sound as an insult but it's not. It's just clear that he prefers alcohol rather than anything that's non-alcoholic.

"Someone like me? Well isn't that insulting..." he chuckled and took his glass back, licking the part where my lipstick left a mark before taking a sip of the strong whisky.

"Ah, no I didn't mean to insult you." I took my drink to have a small break from the embarassment I felt. Looking back at Toji I noticed something red on his lips, so I stole a glance at his glass and noticed that he intentionally drank from that part. "Umm... My lipstick... It's visible on your lips..."

Toji rose his eyebrows, using his thumb to clean his lips to see if its really true. After seeing my lipstick on his finger he licked it off just like his lips and leaned closer to me. "Would you like to leave more of it?" He asked with a smug smirk.

I became flustered all of a sudden by his closeness, his cologne mixed with the scent of the whiskey he drinks reaching my nose. "W-what? What do you mean?" I honestly didn't understand where he was getting at, because the whisky I drank earlier started to hit my head and I didn't even notice that he ordered a new glass for me.

"What do you think I mean? Lipstick on someone else's lips, now how do you do that hm?" He leaned back and ordered another glass for himself. It might be the third or four glass he had now as I counted, but it still didn't make him drunk. Or he was playing it well.

Finally it dropped to me what he meant and I averted my gaze from his, my face turning into a deep shade of red. The alcohol put more into it now that I have finished 2 glasses and my head started spinning. "Oh, so that was your plan all along huh? You want to kiss me?" I slurred a bit on my words, touching his shoulder with my hand.

"Not really but...a kiss would be nice yes." he leaned again towards me. "But. Are you sure you want a stranger to steal your first kiss? Because there will be no returning back in this. It doesn't count as first kiss when you kiss someone after that." He chuckled.

I widened my eyes. "Why are you so sure that it would be my first kiss? Who said that? You couldn't know." I giggled in a somewhat seducing way.

What am I doing again...

He's right, but he doesn't have to know that. The alcohol he made me drink clouded my mind and my judgement. At this point I didn't really care about the consequences. That would last till morning when I would wake up sober.

"Well you had your first alcoholic drink and judging by the reaction you had when you saw your lipstick on my lips and me licking it off I figured you might be a virgin in many ways." he would look back at me and then down at my body, eventually looking back in my eyes. "Correct me if I'm wrong."

Shit, I'm starting to see him in two...

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[cherryrainn]

Can u pls write for Charlie with a fem!child!reader that has the same curse as Kenny from South Park? Like, she dies, stays in hell for a few hours, or a day and then is back to being alive and fine until she dies again and the cycle repeats over and over again. Maybe the reader has black wings and a broken halo too? I just love the fallen angel trope lmao

i love this! i just know im gonna enjoy writing this lmao. thank you for the ask!

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— the curse within

charlie morningstar x female! child! reader with kennys curse (platonic)

in the bustling realm of hell, where lost souls wandered and demons roamed, stood a peculiar establishment known as the happy hotel. high above, among the towering structures, was a sanctuary run by the ambitious and compassionate princess of hell, charlie morningstar.

one fateful day, as charlie went about her duties, a mysterious presence stirred within the hotel. the doors swung open to reveal you, a young girl with ebony wings spread wide and a broken halo perched atop your head. your eyes held a mix of curiosity and weariness, as if you had seen more than your tender age should allow.

charlie's heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with the fallen angel before her.

a bright smile lit up charlie's face as she spotted you.

"well, hello there! what brings you to the happy hotel?" she asked, her voice resonating with warmth and kindness.

you hesitated for a moment

but something about charlie's presence put you at ease

"i… i'm trapped in this never-ending cycle. i die, i come to hell or heaven, and then i'm alive again… only to die once more."

charlie's eyes widened in surprise, her expression filled with both concern and curiosity.

"i've never heard of this before... how long has this been happening to you?"

you shrugged, a sense of resignation weighing heavily upon your shoulders.

"i've lost track of time. it feels like an eternity."

charlie's compassionate nature took over as she reached out to you, offering a comforting gesture.

"you're not alone here, you know. maybe we can find a way to break this cycle together?"

you stared at charlie in disbelief, a flicker of hope igniting within your shattered heart.

could it be true? could there truly be a chance for escape from this never-ending nightmare?

as your journey with charlie progressed, you found yourself encountering the other members of the happy hotel, each with their own unique quirks and stories.

first, you met vaggie, charlie's loyal and fiery girlfriend.

vaggies fiery and piercing gaze matched her strong-willed personality. initially skeptical of your presence, she soon softened as she witnessed your struggle firsthand. vaggie became a protective figure, watching over you like a guardian, always ready to jump into action when danger loomed.

then there was angel dust, a sassy and flamboyant spider demon who dazzled with his extravagant outfits and sharp wit.

despite his rough exterior, angel dust possessed a hidden vulnerability that mirrored your own. he understood the pain of being trapped in cycles and offered a sympathetic ear whenever you needed to vent your frustrations.

next, you met the charming and enigmatic radio demon, alastor.

his refined demeanor and charismatic smile concealed a darker nature. alastor was fascinated by your curse, viewing it as a unique opportunity for entertainment. though cautious of his true intentions, you couldn't deny the intrigue he held, and you engaged in many thought-provoking conversations about the nature of your predicament.

additionally, there was husk, a grumpy and world-weary feline demon who served as the hotel's bartender.

husk had seen it all and had a devil-may-care attitude to match. despite his cynical outlook, he showed surprising empathy and became an unexpected source of comfort during your moments of despair.

last but not least, you encountered niffty, a hyperactive and obsessive-compulsive demon with an affinity for cleanliness.

niffty's vibrant personality and boundless energy brought a sense of lightness to the hotel.

one day, everyone was chilling in the lounge.

however, there was a noticeable absence among them — you, the young fallen angel with the cursed cycle of life and death.

charlie's brow furrowed with worry as she glanced around the room.

"has anyone seen y/n? it's been a while since we last saw her."

vaggie leaned against the armrest of the couch, concern etched on her face.

"she vanished again, remember? it's that cursed cycle of hers. she'll be back eventually... like always"

alastor leaned back in his chair, a sly smile creeping onto his face.

"ah, the unpredictability of y/n's curse. it's quite amusing, don't you think? never a dull moment."

angel dust twirled a lock of his hair, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"you know, i bet she's off causing mischief somewhere. probably enjoying her time on earth while we're stuck down here forever."

husk stayed silent.

niffty bounced up and down with excitement, her hands clasped together.

"maybe she found a new bakery or a cute little tea shop up there! i can't wait to hear about her adventures when she's back!"

despite the attempts to lighten the mood, charlie's worry remained evident. she fiddled with her bowtie, her voice filled with genuine concern.

"i know y/n disappears like all the time, but it still bothers me. she's been gone for a while now. what if she's being careful now? making sure she'll be there for a while?"

a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, causing papers to flutter and candles to flicker. the familiar sensation of magic tingled in the air, alerting everyone to a presence.

and just like that, you reappeared in the center of the lounge, your black wings outstretched and your broken halo slightly askew. the room fell silent as all eyes turned to you, a mixture of relief and curiosity washing over their faces.

angel dust smirked, his voice laced with teasing.

"looks like someone couldn't resist our charming company, huh? i wonder what your friends think.."

charlie's eyes widened with relief and worry. she rushed to your side, embracing you tightly.

"y/n! oh, thank lucifer you're back. i was so worried. how long were you gone this time?"

you smiled at her, the warmth of her presence soothing your soul. "i don't know, i got hit by a car though."

charlie's grip tightened, her voice filled with concern.

"i can't imagine what it's like for you, going through that over and over again. it must be... tough."

you nodded, your gaze meeting hers.

"it's definitely hard, but knowing i have a place to come back to makes it bearable."

charlie held your hand, her thumb gently caressing your knuckles.

[actualbird]

what is the most obscure luke pearce fact you know?

filed under: asks that make me feel like im taking a final examination. tEACHER, TEACHER, I CAN DO THIS, I CAN GIVE YOU ALL OF MY FAVORITE OBSCURE CANON LUKE PEARCE FACTS

with SOURCES

luke once worked as a bartender, and made a bit of a name for himself when he would solve people's mysteries/problems in the span of time it would take him to mix their drink (SR Star In The Palm)

luke made mc not one, not two, but THREE rings over the course of his personal story route. the first one being a clover ring he gave her when they were kids (Luke's Blossom Chapter Personal Story 4), the second being ruby ring he made but this time during his NSB days and it was this ring that he held onto during the operation which saved his life after that disastrous mission that killed everybody but him (Luke's Blossom Chapter Personal Story 2), and then the engagement ring he gives mc when he proposes (SSR Orange Scent)

luke regularly wakes up at 5:30am on a normal work day (A Day With Luke Pearce official art)

while we see many instances of luke's physical strength, mostly in combat, we also see his strength in the instance he is strong enough to pry open a metal fence with his bare hands (Symphony Of The Night Event Story) (extra note: this is probably my favorite because 1) it's underrated and not as known since it was shown in a rather early event story that later players didnt get to experience and 2) it's so fucking unhinged and uncalled for even with context. why did he do that. he didnt have to. hes insane. i love him)

luke learned how to skateboard while in the NSB, and he learned from one of his NSB instructors (SSR Through The Heavens) (extra note: this is probably a 2nd favorite because it'S SO SURREAL TO ME???? so when he has a break from the DARK SECRET AGENT STUFF and being like fuckin JAMES BOND, he goes out to do some SICK WHEELIES with his instructor like. what. help)

in the Visit Function when you play Old Maid, luke is the ONLY ONE among the nxx boys who acquires LESS affection when he LOSES against the player, whereas the other boys receive either equal amounts of affection or more affection when the player wins (ToT Wiki's Page On Visit, Old Maid) (extra note: this is probably my 3rd favorite because it's so funny. all the other boys like "yayyy congrats mc for winning the game ^u^" meanwhile luke is a SORE LOSER who HATES LOSING and MUST WIN)

i hope these facts are amenable....

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

forced proximity with Hyunjin. Like you meet in a bar and her flirts (smacks your arse). You get pissed and then have to share a dorm with him and gain feelings. Please. 🥺👉👈

Thinking Of All The Possibilities

requested?: yes pairing(s): hwang hyunjin x afab!reader genre: spicy/fluffy/angsty (idk😭😭), university au warning(s): ass smacking (hyunjin's very poor attempt at flirting), mentions of alcohol and drinking, hyunjin being a cocky mf, two literal idiots in love, alcohol consumption (be careful please, this is not promoting any behaviors), mentions of a cheating ex, hyunjin being a literal housewife, i think thats about it:) summary: 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 word count: 1.3k a/n: hiya, this was honestly quite hard for me to write because i am only good at writing smut and or sappy romance shit, so i made a few tweeks if you dont mind:). feel absolutely free to request a part two if you want, because i know this is short and shit, and im so so sorry. i may also ignore requests for a while just so i can post things i wanna post, but i will be doing requests again, i promise! i love you all and thank you so so very much for all of the love and support. make sure to eat and drink something, i love you all, mwah! -Cilla

you had recently broken up with your ex-boyfriend, and you were heartbroken to say the least, so, naturally, you went to your local bar to get drunk with some random stranger and possibly fuck with them. you felt like you honestly didn’t care where it went from there, but you needed something to make you feel less bad then you were now.

you were in your third year of university, and since your boyfriend had broken up with you, he moved out of your dorm which you shared. you had put a notice in to get a new roommate so you weren’t all by yourself in your dorm every night. you were notified you didn’t get to choose your new dorm mate, and you had to deal with what you were given.

you were around two drinks in, and about to get your third. you were leaning against the bar, and you felt a hand slap your ass. you spun around to see the source of the hand on your ass, and that’s when you saw him. the schools notorious geek. hwang hyunjin. and by the looks of things, he was drunk. very drunk.

“hey girl” he slurs, attempting to put on a flirtatious voice. you grimaced slightly, but you needed someone to fuck, so you went with it.

“can i get a water as well, please” you ask the bartender, you felt like you needed to take care of him since he was drunk.

plus, he had taken care of you once before, so you wanted to return the favour.

after you had eventually convinced him to drink the water, and somewhat sobered him up, you took him back to your dorm. nothing happened between the two of you, you just put him to bed, since you had a spare.

•❦︎•

the next morning you woke up slightly hungover, but not as bad as the boy that woke up confused as hell on the other side of your dorm room.

“how the hell did i get here?” hyunjin asks, his hair messed up from sleep. he was sat up, his legs were slightly spread. he raked a hand through his bed head. even though you had a few drinks last night, but not so much that you couldn’t remember.

“you remember the time i got shit faced and you helped sober me up and bring me back to my dorm?” you ask, quietly as though not to make his headache worse. you sat up and looked over at him.

“yeah? what’s that got to do with anything?” he asks, letting the hand that was combing through his hair drop down to his thigh.

“you got shit faced last night, and i didn’t remember where your dorm was, so…” you use your hands to gesture to your dorm room “i brought you here instead” you smiled.

it took a couple seconds for it to register in his head, but he slowly nodded and started to stand up, you stood up too.

“we didn’t…?” he asks, gesturing between the two of you.

“oh hell no, I’m not that shitty of a person, hyunjin” you quickly deny, he says nothing but nods again, grabbing his shoes “do you want a paracetamol or something? to, y’know, get rid of the headache?” you ask softly, trying to look him in the eyes. he shook his head.

that was the last you saw of him for the day, or, so you thought.

•❦︎•

to be completely honest, you had forgotten about putting the request in for another dorm mate, so you didn’t expect the knock on your door after all of your classes for the day was over, and you were studying on your bed.

you made your way over to the door, dodging stray shoes and clothes from this morning when you ripped out your whole wardrobe just to find a specific hoodie you wanted to wear that day. the shock made its way to your face extremely quickly when you saw hyunjin at your dorm again, but you put on a polite smile and asked:

“what’re you doing here? i thought you would’ve had enough of me for one day” you joked, he smiled softly.

hyunjin’s hair was neater than this morning, it had definitely been brushed. his glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, making him look a lot more cute than usual. funny, you never noticed he wore glasses. they were clear, which went well with his light brown beanie, and checked flannel he was wearing. it was a brown and white flannel, which complimented the black jeans he was wearing along with them. he was wearing black and white vans aswell.

“well don’t you look… nice” he tries to compliment, seeing you in your oversized tee with leggings and a messy bun.

“now is not the time to be criticising my appearance when you had practically thrown up on yourself last night” you tease, he silences, “you didn’t answer my question” you add.

“oh, well, they said you wanted a dorm mate, and i had already put a request through a few weeks ago to get a roommate, so, here i am” he says with a bright smile.

“oh” you say quietly.

“you don’t wanna be roommates?” he asks, his smile faltering, you were quick to answer.

“oh, god no, its not that, its just… the room is a bit of  a mess at the moment because of… situations”

“do you wanna talk about it?”

you pause for a few moments, biting your lip before opening the door fully. hyunjin took a few seconds to inspect the room before looking back at you.

“i can help you clean while you tell me about it?” he offers, you nod softly, clambering back onto your bed while you point to the unmade bed from this morning that hyunjin had slept in. he lays his bags on the bed before getting to work.  

you finish venting to hyunjin about your shitty ex boyfriend, and all the times he cheated on you, but you still gave him multiple chances because you were a forgiving person like that. he nodded along with you, putting clean clothes away and putting the dirty ones into a pile. he was done surprisingly quick compared to how long it would’ve taken you to do it.

“that was quick” you say, as hyunjin stands up and begins unpacking his bags, he nods in response.

“i’m just a fast worker i guess” he smiles at you, “i’ll dp the laundry tomorrow if you wanna strip your bed”

“oh, you don’t have to do that” you start, but he just gives you a knowing look.

“please, i want to. besides, you look pretty comfortable there studying” he smirks across the room, “don’t see you doing a lot of that” he teases.

“oh very funny” you smile, “i just had the random motivation to pick myself back up after… y’know” he nods in response and grabs his laptop.

“well, maybe i could keep you company while you study” he smiles.

•❦︎•

a few hours later, you were both full blown studying, but you found yourself glancing up every once and a while to look at the man across from you. a few times he caught you and smirked before you quickly looked back down, busying yourself with whatever you were studying.

little did you know, hyunjin was doing the same, although, he was a lot more discreet with it and didn’t really get caught.

“y’know, you’re not really as bad as people make you out to be” he speaks up after a while of silence, you look up at him and smile “i really used to think you were a bitch before i actually got to know you, you being all popular and shit”

“you’re not to bad yourself” you smile, he smiles back, and that’s when you felt it.

that warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach. heck, you barely knew the guy and you were already beginning to fall in love with him. not to mention the fact you had almost just broken up with your ex. but it was undeniable, you were in love with hwang hyunjin and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it.

[lordichamo]

The Yakuza 7 (bots).....

[part 1]

More details + stuff under the cut:

Rough design notes:

Ichiban's is based on his armor alt :]

Unnecessary layers for Nanbabot. slight wing motif for the pigeon attack. grime + bolted on patches. On the bulkier side + shorter than the other guys.

IF I HAVE TO DESIGN ANOTHER MONOCHROMATIC BOT IM GONNA GET SOMEONE. Anyway tried to differentiate saeko from the other two (daigo+nishiki) by making the off-white warmer + adding rose gold accents

Adachibot is also on the bulkier side. Honestly his color palette was also a bit of a pain to work w/? I like to keep these relatively limited and yet his colors are all over the place. so.

Eri!! shes fun 2 me so she gets to be here. simplistic outfit lots of brown etc

catboy zhao canon real 2 me. the funny shorts are required btw i love them. and his gayass shirt pattern. hes my fav of the bunch (<- EXTREMELY BIASED. they raided my wardrobe to design him i s2g)

JGH (7) with the JGH (6) paint job... its chipped as hell by this point tho

Seonhee spiderweb motifs !! don't ask how you can see the pointed nails thru the gloves its about the slay

Kashiwagi (+ that one bartender who is totally a different guy. definitely. source: dude trust me.) has a cracked screen in place of his scar. since i thought it'd be neat.

+ the JGHs... (rggo + 6 + 7) i think they just keep painting bots to look the same (roughly)

[amekeii]

Criminal Minds Characters as Cocktails pt.2

JASON GIDEON - ABSINTHE absinthe | sugar cube | cold water

ELLE GREENAWAY - SIDECAR cognac | triple sec | lemon juice | orange twist

ALEX BLAKE - CHERRY MANHATTAN rye whiskey | dry vermouth | angostura bitters | maraschino cherry juice

TARA LEWIS - SANGRIA red wine | licor 43 | havana rum | fruits

MATT SIMMONS - YOGURT SOJU lychee soju | yakult | sprite

LUKE ALVEZ - PENICILLINE scotch | honey ginger syrup | lemon juice | candied ginger

PART 1

[specialinterestshows]

Hey there!

The Samijey anon again here. I saw you post requests are open for WWE characters, thought I'd shoot my shot again. But obviously no pressure at all. In case you forgot..

https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/750101779991183360/hey-there-im-not-usually-that-much-of-a-finn-x?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/750138178539831296/thats-sweet-of-you-to-reply-looking-forward-to?source=share

Anyway if at all, I was wondering if you could please do a Fic about them. You can do whatever you like, although if there is smut, I'd luv it if it were bottom Jey. Although as mentioned last time a bit of Jealous Jey would be fun too. Anyway thanks for indulging me and being so nice to me last time. Won't be offended if you say no to this as its not your usual ship. 💕

Happily!

The following is a Sami Zayn x Jey Uso fic that has turned into a three-parter. Enjoy!

Warnings for this section: Jealousy, depression, alcohol/intoxication, excessive drinking, throwing up

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Gimme Another Shot (Part 1/3): Then

Jey Uso hated seeing Sami Zayn anything less than happy - it almost physically pained him. So when he informed Sami that he had arranged for the two of them to meet up with Kevin Owens, the grin forming under the bushy ginger beard and tackle of a hug he received in response was a relief. Sami’s warm embrace was returned immediately, making Jey’s heart soar - until it ran into the clear, glass window that was Sami’s verbal response as the hug ended:

“I can’t wait to see Kevin! I miss him already.”

That’s why he was happy: to see his old tag team partner. Never mind the thought and effort Jey had put into this, keeping it a secret until the last minute. But tonight was about Sami, so Jey’s smile never faltered the entire walk to the bar - though his eyes now lacked a certain spark.

Once the two of them were in sight of the place, Kevin was easy to spot. Sami practically ran up to the man and jumped into his arms, the two of them laughing and exchanging a few words. Jey felt a bit awkward, following behind the two as they entered the bar.

“Hey, thanks for setting this up, man,” Kevin told Jey as soon as the three of them found a good place to sit, “I wasn’t sure about you after everything with the Bloodline and all, but this really means something. Drinks are on me tonight.”

With that, K.O. flagged down the bartender and ordered a round of beers.

Despite Kevin insisting on paying, Jey had been running a secret tab of his own so he could sneak a shot every now and then - when the sight of the two men joking together happily was just too much.

Sami and Kevin finishing each other’s sentences?

Take a shot.

Nostalgic story about them as a tag team?

Take a shot.

Kevin putting his arm around Sami?

Take two shots.

It was better than giving into the urge to punch Kevin Owens in his smug fucking face.

The men he sat with seemed to be too wrapped up in each other to notice anything was off, until Jey narrowly avoided falling out of his seat trying to get the bartender’s attention.

“I don’t remember you being such a lightweight,” Sami commented, one eyebrow raised.

“Took some extra shots,” Jey admitted, refusing to look Sami in the eye.

Sami sighed.

“C’mon, you’re staying with me tonight,” he said, throwing Jey’s arm over his shoulder as he moved to stabilize the man, “Someone needs to keep an eye on you.”

Jey ducked out from under Sami, insisting, “Psh, I’m good-“ before losing his balance and falling to the ground.

This time it was Kevin that leapt to Jey’s aid; but the moment he touched the other man’s arm, Jey pulled away as if the contact was physically painful.

“Fuck outta here!” Jey almost shouted, “You got the guy, now you wanna act like a hero too, huh?”

The accusation seemed to come out of nowhere; Kevin turned to Sami, looking concerned, but mostly confused.

“I got him,” Sami said reassuringly, giving Kevin’s shoulder a gentle pat.

The two said their goodbyes and a moment later, Jey felt a kinder, more familiar touch helping him stand steady.

“Place I’m staying is just around the corner,” Sami told him, “I can walk us both there.”

Good, Jey thought, ‘cause I ain’t never gonna get tired of your arms around me.

“So, what made you drink so much in the first place?” Sami asked once the two of them were walking through the city.

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you ‘n… Kevin,” Jey admitted, gaze fixed on the sidewalk, “S’been a while, but… I felt sick when he held you today, same as he did after I hurt you. I ain’t never wanna hurt you, uce, but you leavin’ the Bloodline… I took that personal. I mean, I called you my brother. You know what that meant to me?”

Hearing those same words again ignited something in Sami; imagined arguments with Jey that he played in his mind over and over started flooding back.

“Respectfully, I don’t think you realize just how difficult it was for me,” Sami said through gritted teeth, doing his best not to scream it from his core, “Do you really think I didn’t care about you when I left? That it was easy for me to move on? When I was with the Bloodline, I woke up every morning, looked in the mirror, and couldn’t recognize the man staring back at me. I couldn’t live like that anymore.”

“I get that, but… it took so long for me to trust you. And when I did…” Jey’s voice became a whisper, “I ain’t trusted no one like that since.”

Jey paused, then suddenly leaned away from Sami before dropping to his knees and throwing up in a nearby bush. Sami knelt beside him patiently, pulling out an extra napkin he snagged at the bar and offering it when Jey seemed finished.

“I “unno how many times I cursed my own hands for beatin’ you down,” Jey admitted, words running together as he used the napkin to wipe away a few tears, “But even on the worst days, thinkin’ ‘bout you givin’ me another shot kept me going.”

Unsure of how to respond, a wash of melancholy seeping into his core, Sami decided to play it off.

“I think you’ve had enough shots for tonight,” he joked, rising to his feet before helping Jey do the same, “C’mon, we’re almost there.”

A few minutes later, the two stood in front of Sami’s room.

“You stayin’ in a place like this?” Jey scoffed, stumbling into the dingy motel room, “You deserve better. Like you always deserved better’n… just me.”

“Hey, don’t talk about my guy like that,” Sami said without a second thought, “You’re better than anything I could ever ask for.”

Jey looked surprised and almost touched for a moment - before crouching suddenly and throwing up into the small trash bin near the door.

[end part one of three]

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/757086910737956864/gimme-another-shot-part-23-now

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Tag list (thank you!)

@domripley

[unfortunate17]

https://www.tumblr.com/unfortunate17/767634827989139456/toxic-bolter-simon-thing?source=share

idk if im too much of a simp for your fics to see what you hate about it so much because i loved it so much omg this was heart wrenching

I love you anon but there’s a LOT wrong with this and the longer I sit with it, the more I dislike it. I think there’re things to be salvaged here, but the overall premise is too unlikely for Wilmon.

1. This takes place after S3 and I was doing a lot of mental gymnastics to justify why Simon would be so bitter about Wille, but ultimately it doesn’t work. They left off in a good place, even if they never got back to together, Simon thinks Wille is amazing, he knows that in an ideal world Wille would do anything to be with him & love him. It’s just too unlikely that he would be so bitter.

2. The premise of this hinges on the idea that Simon would knowingly hurt Wilhelm. He knows he has the upper hand here and uses it against him. This is just an antithesis to Simon’s character - it just doesn’t work. Seeing Wilhelm in pain always undoes him. And, sure, Simon is capable of snapping at Wille to hurt his feelings, is capable of intentionally making him jealous, but at the end of the day - Simon wants the best for him and the idea that he would see the full extent of Wille’s pain and still continue to hurt him makes no sense to me.

3. There is no world in which one half of Wilmon knows that the other half wants to get (back) together and they immediately don’t. They belong with eachother and they know it. They’re literally made of hope and love and second chances. Writing them to be too scared to try to be together again feels weird to me, because while they might be scared, Wilmon will ALWAYS try again.

I do think there are scenes worth saving - I’m weirdly fond of the first one where he sees Wille in the bartender so you’ll probably see that in another fic sometime HAHA

[raytm]

this is just me reposting my OC details with some edits so that i can then link it in my docs lmao.

do you know how hard it is to fabricate an OC without feeling like you're attaching them too acutely to the main story / giving them main character syndrome. anyway, here's ki's basic lore. it's very much altered from when i first designed him, so the art is very much based on his initial conceptualisation and was commissioned by me through a friend ( i dont have the artists twitter but i will do my utmost to source it for credit sake ) i'll also add a face claim i once had of him which does depict him more in his time on the xianzhou. < i did a bit of adjusting, thank u 2 saint >

It is said that when a foxian kit reaches for one of three objects a path will be granted to them and for him, it was the sword. with a proclivity for close quarters combat and expertise in swords play it was inevitable that when the advent of war came to the xianzhou and with that, the third abundance war, that he would rise to meet the military’s call to arms. by this time he was a prominent swordsman, with skills that hindered the abundance’s troops. however, when the rainbow arbiter struck down the armies and the perpetuated bloodshed came to its conclusion he was tallied amongst those fallen. he does not recall vividly the days of conflict, if anything they are amorphous hauntings of a life before and suffused with suffering. he died on the battlefield and alongside did his identity. Ki cannot say precisely who spared his life on that calamitous field of death and fire but he awoke, facilitated for healing, the consensus came to between the almost fatally wounded foxian and the benefactor was that in exchange for his life, he would pledge his to the benefactor. with his memories nothing but an incessant pang of  reminiscence for a blade he once wielded, he accepted the masked strangers offer and thus, their pact was sealed. the foxian works at a tavern, often utilized by the masked fools as a place of revelry. as the barkeep Ki is an affable, compassionate man who accommodates those who find themselves at the tavern, drawn into a mystical, if not perilous world of mirthful carousing. there is little left of the once ambitious, exuberant youth who had wielded his blade for the sake of his homeland. he has had contact consistently with his benefactor, a masked man, whose face was never revealed to him, both in the tavern and in the outside world, he knows himself to be an asset to that man and continues to operate under the understanding that he owes this person his life. any semblance of the life he once led comes back to him only in abstract dreams, a face, or a blade, or an inundation of surging crimson blood and agony. He believes, truthfully, that the life he follows now is more peaceful and holds no intention of his own to return to his homelands. for the sake of gathering intel, keeping tabs on the operations of specific, influential individuals and those who fall to inebriation to elevate their spirits, he was allocated to work in penacony, as a bartender in the entertainment district of the dreamscape. He’s made quite a name for himself as one who is both eloquent and talented at mixing a delicious cocktail or two. Ki, currently, maintains the facade of an employee while also furtively supplying information to his benefactor. Ki does have a mask, but has only been known to wear it to particularly intense revelries. ( https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/hzYAAOSwEZ1gWJ1t/s-l1600.jpg 

his original name is lì yǔ xián and im still navigating the timeline but considering the war on year 8072 of the Star Calendar and the current timeline is at ??? idk that ki has been with / affiliated with / part of the masked fool for atleast the greater part of a few decades > a century idk where we're falling rn but he's bit with them for a hot minute.

[dmercer91]

https://www.tumblr.com/dmercer91/754836285912498176/them-all-yeah-there-was-actually-quite-a?source=share

Now im so curious 😭

the note goes a little bit like this (little bit of more in depth nsfw under the cut)

despite her experiences she’s never actually gone all the way with a girl

- for her friends 18th (she was alr 18) she went to a dive bar w her fake id and one of the bartenders found out after like four drinks and she apologized so intensely that the bartender ate her out in the locked staff bathroom. she came three times

- she was making out with a guy at a party and he ended up having a girlfriend and when she found out the girl was like, well i mean you can help me get back at him. she FOLDED and they went to his soccer game that weekend and made out on the grass in front of everyone

- the babysitter her parents got for her younger brother and sister when she was 18 caught her coming in past curfew and was like .. i can snitch.. OR you can give me a ride home when your parents are back. they made out in her backseat and it was then she learnt why wlws usually have two fingers with no extensions on their acrylics

- a guy she was seeing the first week in michigan really wanted a threesome with a girl and she agreed but he ended up being pretty much neglected as the girl realized how much rae was enjoying herself and decided she was spending the rest of the night with her face between rae’s legs

[rottingangelcorpse]

Baby and Reba again (if you want!!) and im not too sure if you know enough about them but Macaron too!! Alabastrine as well if you want :)

2, 5, 6, 9, 12, 14, 17, 19, 22

Sorry its so much, just do the ones you want to do :)

OHOHOHO..........BECOMES AN UNSKIPPABLE CUTSCENE had to skip Macca for a few because they're still new :]

2. Bananaberry - A lot of things, she's pretty closed off, but probably that she adores reptiles. Loves them. Seems like the kind of gal that wouldn't, but she absolutely does. [Her favourite kind of snake is hognoses, fun fact!!] Coereba - Likely the biggest thing about them, the fact that they aren't "really" a dragon, not naturally at least. Alabastrine - He kills people. Your local bartender kills people. 5. Bananaberry - For herself, not very far unless it's something she needs. She'd mostly beg for it otherwise. Coereba - Pushover. You say no to them and they just go "Oh, well, alright." They don't like conflict. Alabastrine - Has done and will kill people for it !! Babygirl gets what she wants and she gets it when she wants. Macaron - Willing to get very pushy with words. Actions? Not so much, they don't like physical violence because of how much they see it exerted on their tribe by the HiveWings. 6. Bananaberry - It would take pleading with her for days or threatening Reba but she would do it eventually if it wasn't, like, killing the innocent. Coereba - Easily. Very easily. They'd hate themself for doing it forever, but they would do it. Alabastrine - His moral compass is so fucked !!!!!!!! Easily but not for the same reason as Reba, and they would probably like it. Macaron - Would rather die. 9. Only Alabastrine has one, and it's her own quote. "Revenge makes your blood sweeter than the finest wine." 12. Alabastrine again. She gets blackout drunk when she's not feeling good. 14. Bananaberry - Caring, soft, generally as a source of comfort and love and protection. Coereba - Only cares about how Reba sees them and wants to be the absolute best dragon in her eyes. They don't need to for her to love them, but they still want it. Macaron - Someone reliable but not necessarily nice. They struggle with wanting to be seen as powerful and their general desire to be nice to everyone, even people that hurt them. Alabastrine - Ohohoh. She wants to be seen as a ruler, someone strong but also kind of scary. Very scary. Intimidating. When she's out and about she tries to seem innocent and stupid though, for her own protection. 17. Bananaberry - Some bullying. Coereba - Horrible family members and a really painful transformation. Alabastrine - Basically being abandoned by his mother Cadaverous after watching her get attacked by Iurus' guards.

19. Bananaberry - Think I've talked about this before.. she snaps at people, sometimes literally, and generally just growls and yells at people whenever they bother her. Can get a bit violent, and will sometimes accidentally spray venom. Coereba - They get less enraged and more just hurt. They'll quiet down and probably stalk off to sulk or seek affection from Bananaberry. Alabastrine - Depends. If it's a short term thing she'll lash out and make sure everyone knows she's annoyed, if it's long term she's probably silent and plotting her revenge. Macaron - They try not to get enraged, but they take it out by going outside. If you ever see Macca sitting in the garden with their eyes closed, they aren't relaxing, they're pissed. 22. I'm incredibly bad at this but I'll try. Bananaberry - Good or neutral good. Coereba - Lawful neutral ? Alabastrine - Lawful evil or chaotic good. Or somewhere in between. Macaron - Lawful good.