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[b0yybunny]

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[reredaydreams]

A Pierce through the Heart || Jeon Jungkook

When you go to get your nipple pierced, but something else gets pierced too (it’s a metaphor, if you know what I mean).

Paring: tattoo artist (& piercer) jk x reader

Warning: this story contains mature content, 18+

Content: smut, fluff, oral!f receiving, tit sucking, fingering, doggy style, missionary, squirting, love at first sight?, nipple piercing, unprotected sex, light dirty talk, eating out, after care, edging

Wc: 6k

It was past seven in the evening by the time you entered the tattoo shop, the cool ventilation of the air conditioner giving you relief from the hot summer weather, welcoming your way into the shop. The chilled environment sent tiny shivers down your body, a result of wearing a white tank top, accompanied by a flowy, black skirt with a red lace ribbon tied around your waist as a belt, and a tote bag hanging off your shoulder. All clothes that equipped you for the weather outside.

You glanced around the empty space, it was different from the typical tattoo shop. It felt more artistic than edgy as you would expect from a place like this. Pictures of tattoos done in different colours were hung on the walls accompanied by abstract paintings. Most odd of all, little bonsai trees, a lot of them decorated the brown and white interior alongside the casual furniture expected in a tattoo shop.

“Welcome. I’ll be right there with you in a moment,” an oddly familiar, low, melodious voice made its way to your ears. Turning your gaze to the source, you saw a man wearing a tank top, with washed denim jeans standing with his back to you, doing something on a table further into the shop. He was the only other person here.

Your eyebrows arched up, pupils enlarging as the man turned towards you, his face coming into view, a similar expression masking his face once he glanced upon you.

“Y/n,” a low whisper left his mouth, as he made his way to you, a shine displayed in his eyes. “A, hey! We met at the bar last week, I don’t know if you rem—,”

“I remember, Jungkook?” You cut him off, confirming that the memory of the encounter was still in your thoughts, before taking a pause and uttering his name in a way of looking for confirmation that you recalled correctly. He nodded with a small smile on his lips, having been glad to know you still remembered him.

Oh, you knew it was jungkook, a name of a person who had occupied your brain since the moment you met him last week. His voice still lingering in your ears while his pretty face became a beautiful scenery for your closed eyes.

It was a Friday evening, following a long and hectic week at work when you, along with your best friend, had decided to go to a jazz bar to relax and enjoy the day going into the weekend.

The bar was lit with rich and warm lighting, giving it a cosy environment, accompanied by a local band playing some tunes on the small stage. Some people danced, swaying to the music, letting go of the stresses of the week, while others enjoyed the delicious food and drinks offered at the place.

You and Yeri, your best friend, sat on the high stool tables placed along the border of the bar, as you both sipped away at your drinks, talking about all the random topics that came to mind.

“So basically, he allows them to take his brain cells and send them to space, in the trajectory of the coming aliens, so that they would seek out to capture the spaceship, and we will be closer to the aliens, and learn stuff about them,” you sloppily explain the plot of a recent sci-fi series you have been watching.

“But are a single clump of cells really a human, though?” Yeri asked, taking a sip of her drink. “Right, I don’t think so, but the aliens probably have some technology to rebuild the human, and maybe retain some information,” you tried to make the objective of this move clearer.

“That makes me wonder, though, the concept of having a soul, does it really exist? Or, for the fact where? Is it in your body?” You thought out loud to your friend, swirling the glass of wine in your hand, as your mind delved further on the concept. “I’m not sure, that’s a deep question,” Yeri acknowledged.

“Ya. It’s just that, a ‘soul’ just feels celestial, like the concepts of magic, or a god, rather than something so humanly connected to the body,” you completed your thought, receiving another hum in response, followed by a comfortable silenced engulfing the air around you both, as your minds swam in the ocean of your thoughts.

After a few minutes, Yeri’s voice broke you out of your trance, “wanna go dance, to loosen up a bit?” She suggested. “It’s okay, you go ahead, I’ll rest here for a bit,” you assured her with a small smile.

“Okay! I’ll be back in a while,” Yeri conveyed as she quickly gulped down her glass of alcohol and eagerly made her way to where others were enjoying the music.

You shook your head at your friends' actions, as a small laugh left your mouth. You knew exactly why she wanted to go dance; something or perhaps someone had caught her eyes.

You went back to playing with your glass, as your mind was ready to set forth on a journey of thoughts, but as soon as Yeri set out on her way, a melodious voice cut through the air, making its way to your ears.

“I agree with you. It truly does feel something celestial, something so magical,” the person voiced out their thought turning to lock their eyes with yours, confirming that they were, in fact talking to you. “The ‘soul,’ that is.”

Your breath almost hitched, as your eyes laid upon the man in front of you; god, he was gorgeous. The cute plump lips, where a small smile casted upon them, the bread like cheeks, that looked so soft, and those chocolatey brown eyes that shone as they gaze upon you behind those black, clear glasses, were just so captivating.

His soft wavy hair fell just below his jaw, slight hints of an undercut peeking through, while a few strands of hair strayed to his forehead. Your eyes travelled down his body; he was wearing a black leather jacket, opened to give a glimpse at the white compression shirt underneath that highlighted his muscular body even more. The trails of ink that travelled from beneath his jacket, caressing the skin of his slender hands, and the piercings that marked his body, the ones on his ears, and especially the one that traced under his shirt, just added to his already breathtaking beauty.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. It’s just that the topic you were discussing was so intriguing, I couldn’t help but to overhear,” he said, breaking you out of your trance of gawking at him. A worried smile masked his lips but yet a hopefulness sparked in his eyes.

“Oh, it’s all good. I love having conversations on such topics, and you said you found it intriguing, so, why don’t you tell me more of your thoughts on it?” You assured him invitingly, placing your elbow on the counter, leaning your head into the palm, giving him your undivided attention.

“Well…”

You didn’t know when an hour and half passed, as you got lost in the rhythm of his words, and the ocean of thought as you both bounced off of each other’s questions, travelling through topics, from space to philosophy, sharing your own intellects.

His way of words was so enchanting, continuing the conversation in a way that never let your attention deviate away from him. His presence was comfortable, as if talking to a friend you haven’t seen in a long time. His eyes were calm, making a safe space for you to share your opinions. In this small time you spent with him, you knew one thing for sure, you wanted to keep talking to him.

As you finished a passage to a point he had brought up, you laid your arm out on the table, causally in his direction, resting your head on your biceps, letting a soothing silence engulf the space, while the voices and music blurred in the background.

He took a sip of his drink to hydrate his throat that had become dry from all the talking, as he observed your movements from his peripheral vision. Once settling down his glass, he followed suit, resting his head on his arms on the counter.

You saw his hand gradually travelling to your hand, as his fingers intervened with yours, playing with them gently, caressing them in between. All the while his gaze remained deep into your eyes, displaying unsaid emotions clearly.

You closed your eyes, feeling his soft touches on your skin, his warmth feeling as if you were laying under the sun on a breezy summer day, his perfume adding to the image, as the citrusy, yet fresh smell painted a picture of a serene ocean in your mind with every deep breath you took.

As you were lost in the solace of the moment, another thought struck your mind; you didn’t know the name of this beautiful man in front of you.

“I’m sorry, all the while we were talking, I didn’t even bother asking your name,” you spoke out, opening your eyes to meet those that were still looking at you in the same manner as before. He observed the tiny frown tugging at the corner of your lips. “Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook,” he relayed with a tender smile. “And don’t be sorry, I didn’t have the courtesy to ask the name of such a beautiful woman either,” he conveyed with a small pout.

A small laugh escaped your lips, before you informed him of your name. “Y/n,” he repeated with such familiarity, as if the name was made specifically for his mouth. He parted his lips once more to say something, but was interrupted by Yeri’s voice, making you both sit up straight.

“Y/nie,” she cooed, circling her arms around your shoulders, resting her head against your back. She was drunk. You held on to her arms, worried about your friend, you inquired, “are you okay Yeri? Is everything alright?”

“Hmm, yess, yess, I just wanna go home,” she whined. You were used to this, as you were like the mother of your friend group, always taking care of everyone out of your love for them.

You guided her arms to unwrap around you, standing up, holding on to her arm to keep her steady. You turned to look at Jungkook, who was already gazing at you warmly, admiring the way you took care of your friend.

“I’m sorry, I’ll have to head out now,” you spoke out, your eyebrows creasing in slight displeasure as you still wanted to continue to talk to him. “Oh, it’s alright, but before you go, could I get—,” as jungkook was about to complete his sentence, Yeri began to drag you outside, and all you could do was look back at him with an apologetic expression, as he did his best to assure you with his smile, waving you bye.

You couldn’t help but smile at the memories of that night, and how Yeri kept apologising to you for her behaviour that night, and accidentally preventing you from getting his number. She felt so guilty, even trying to find him for you on social media platforms, but it was no use. However, you guaranteed her that it wasn’t her fault, and maybe that connection you felt with Jungkook that night wasn’t meant to be anything more, but who knew, you would run into him again like this.

You looked up to meet his eyes, that were busy admiring your look, travelling down your body, respectfully of course. You observed that he wasn’t wearing any pair of glasses today.

“I’m sorry, for leaving so abruptly that day,” you said, bringing his attention back to your face. “Oh, no no, I totally understand,” he shook his head to make his point, while a small blush crept on his cheeks, having been caught in the act of checking you out.

“So, how can I help you today?” He questioned, clearing his throat. “Oh, right, I had booked an appointment for a piercing,” you explained.

“Yes yes, you are my last appointment for the day. So, what type of piercing are you planning to get today?” He asked, recalling his schedule.

“A nipple piercing,” you said nonchalantly, tilting your head to the side a bit, as you gazed upon him.

His eyebrows slightly raised, pupils enlarging, as he visibly gulped, a slight red hue appeared on cheeks. He looked so cute with the nervous expression that masked his face, causing a mischievous look to play in your eyes.

“You do those, right?” you playfully inquired, acting as if you weren't fully sure, but you had already confirmed with a person on the phone earlier. “We do. Follow me this way,” he guided, slowly picking up on your teasing.

He led you to a back room, in which there was a tattooing chair situated beside a table with some tools, and a couch on the other side. The space still aligned with the overall warm and brown theme of the shop, while there were once again, small bonsai plants decorating the room.

You walked over to a table that stood beside the couch, adorned with the plant on top, observing it closely while you waited for Jungkook to come back from washing his hands.

“My business partner really loves nature, so he decorated the whole studio with these plants,” Jungkook explained, having seen you looking keenly at the plant while walking in. You hummed in response, turning to meet his eyes, which held eye contact with you for a moment, before turning to the equipment on the table.

“Please, take off your upper garments and lay comfortably on this chair,” he instructed, motioning towards the chair next to the table where he was standing, his eyes still directed towards the tools in his hands.

You began lifting up your tank top ever so slowly to tease him, knowing that he could see you from his peripheral vision. Unhooking your bar, you left it on the couch, along with your tank top. Following his instructions you got into a comfortable position on the chair. He made his way to you, taking a seat on the stool beside the tattooing chair.

“So, you want one piercing on the left side?” he questioned, to confirm once again, looking directly into your eyes. You gave him a small nod, his eyes travelling down to your chest, lingering there for a moment, before meeting your eyes once again.

“Hmm, the nipple needs to be erect when it is pierced, usually we use a clamp, which can be a bit painful, however, I have another method to make it erect,” jungkook informed, maintaining eye contact with you, while a small smirk rested on his lips. “You want to try that, y/n?” He asked, with a till of the head.

“Yes,” a low whisper left your lips, followed by his hand tracing down your neck to your left nipple, his index finger tracing circles around the areola. His face came closer to your chest, his breath fanning your upper boob, lips just inches from touching your skin.

His eyes turned up to meet yours, asking for permission with an arch of the eyebrow. With a small grin you indicate your interest, your hand travelling to the back of his neck, gently wrapping around it as he peeked out his tongue, licking from its bottom to top. He kept circling it around the nipple, licking it in between, causing a small whine to leave your mouth due to his teasing.

He finally latched his lips onto the now already hard nipple, sucking on it enticingly, rolling it around in between his teeth. His one hand went to the other one, gently rubbing it with his thumb. It felt good, low moans leaving your mouth. After a while, he pulled away, a string of saliva connected his lips to your boob.

He grabbed a tissue, cleaning the liquid, before grabbing an alcohol wipe to clean the nipple that was now prominent. He marked it as you had asked, grabbing a sterilized needle, and quickly piercing it, and inserting a small rod with a ball on one side through the hole, connecting another one on the other end.

“There you go, all done,” he declared, putting the supplies back on the table before turning back to you. Your eyes were on him, looking at him with intent and lust, indicating that you wanted something more, just like he did. He brought his face just inches away from yours, looking deep into your eyes, while a small, playful smile rested on his lips.

“Y/n, do you want this?” He questioned. You knew what he was insinuating, it made you a little annoyed that he was asking you such a question when he clearly knew the answer.

Your hand makes its way to his torso, feeling his toned abs hiding under his top, before walking your fingers to his chest, just above his heart. You probed around the area, playing with the piercing that was there for a moment, and then continuing your way to his shoulder. You gently wrapped your fingers around his neck, pulling him in closer as if to kiss him, but instead you glided your lips to his ears, leaving him a bit disappointed.

“I do, but do you?” You whisper into his ear. He snaked his arm around your waist, his grip tight as if he was scared that you would back out. “Oh, you don’t know,” his voice came out in a low whisper, a desperation lacing it. “I have wanted this since I first laid my eyes on you,” and as those words left his mouth, his lips were on your jaw, trailing sloppy kisses along the bone, exploring down to your neck and sucking on it passionately.

He guided your legs to wrap around his waist, picking you up and bringing you to the couch that was in the corner of the room, while being careful of your new piercing. Laying your body on the couch, he backed away from your neck, his hand going the waistband of your skirt, gliding them off your body, along with your panties and discarding them on the floor.

He made his way between your legs, taking a moment to admire your body that just looked so divine to his eyes. He wanted a taste so bad, he just couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He pinned your one arm above your head, going in to suck on your nipple that remained unpierced, while his free hand made its way to your clit, rubbing between the pussy lips in an up and down motion. A sound of satisfaction left your mouth, having gotten him where you needed the most.

He continued to make out with your tit in greed, before trailing warm kisses to your stomach, down to your pelvis. He pulled away, spreading your lips to look at your needy pussy. “So pretty, baby,” he commented, admiring it with a lustful gaze. “So wet for me already,” he teased, going in to devour all of you, causing a whine to leave your mouth.

His tongue rubbed circles around your clit, flicking the nerve in between, before his lips wrapped around it, sucking on it in hunger. He iterated on these motions, sending you into a bliss, and ohh, when he inserted his fingers into you, pumping them in and out, it drove you over the edge as your thighs squirmed around his head riding out the orgasm on his mouth.

He pulled away, sitting on his knees, in between your legs, gazing down at your body in adoration, satisfaction masking his face at the observation of the effects he had on you. Your chest raised up and down assisting the flow of your quick breaths, as you catched a breath after your high, while a tiny layer of sweat coated your forehead.

Your eyes remained fixed on him, as he brought his fingers, covered in your cum, to your lips, sticking his fingers in and exploring your mouth, pushing down on your tongue hitting the back of your throat. You gagged at the motion, sucking his fingers obediently not breaking eye contact. He pulled away and licked the rest up, devouring it clean. A hum of content left his mouth at the delicious taste produced by the both of you, all the while his eyes remained locked with yours, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He brought his hand to the sides of his tank top, pulling it above his head and discarding them on the floor, along with your clothes. Your eyes now came in view of the Calvin Klein underwear that peeked from under his jeans, and that nipple piercing that had been teasing you for the longest, looked even better on him than you imagined. It was so vulgar, in the best way possible. You bit your lower lip, as the view made your insides feel even more warm.

He quickly followed by removing his lower garments, leaving you with the perfect view of his naked body. God damn— it was so hot and big…

“On your knees, babe,” Jungkook commanded, guiding you to your front with a hand on the hip. “I want to take you from the back,” he expressed, the words sounding so lewd as they came out of his mouth, causing a whimper to leave your mouth as his hand gripped your ass. His chest pressed against your back, as he left kisses on the base of your neck, before tracing his hand along your figure to your ass. He placed a playful slap against it, as your whine made its way to his ears, feeling you press your butt to his crotch. “Getting needy, aren’t we?” he teased, as he delivered another slap.

He’s acting as if he just didn’t eat you out like his life depended on it moments ago, you thought. “Why? Aren't you needy for me too?” you questioned, looking back at him with a pout, giving him the doe eyes. “If you don’t want this, then–” you teased him back, pretending to crawl away, but he didn’t let you as he gripped onto your hip, pulling you against him once more, bringing his face next to yours, over the shoulder. “Hey! You’re not going anywhere,” he groaned into your ear.

His fingers pushed your hair aside from your face, tucking them behind your ear and giving him a clear view of your gorgeous face. “Do you feel that?” he questioned, pressing his erect cock against your pussy, rubbing it against your slit, lubricating with your wetness. “Do you feel how hard it is?” he elaborated, placing a kiss on your jaw. “This is all your fault, you make me like this. You will help me with my problem, right babe?” he asked, giving you a curated pair of puppy eyes, as his lips protruded out, forming a small out pout.

You hum in response, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth, feeling the effect that you had on him. He trails a string of kisses along your neck, to your shoulder blade, leaving a soft bit mark against it. He guided his cock to align with your entrance, causing a hiss to leave your mouth at the burn of the stretch. “It's okay, darling. You can take it,” he encouraged, rubbing circles on your back in a soothing motion.

It was a tight fit. You hadn’t had such a stretch before, but it felt good, and full. “Is it better? Should I start moving now?” he asked, once his cock was fully nestled within you. You let out low ‘yes’, as he began to glide inside your walls.

At first the movements were more slow, and passionate, but they soon became more intense, aggressive, and lustfull, as his mind clouded with a hunger for you. But that wasn’t enough, you needed him even deeper than he was, causing you to push back onto his cock as he pounded into you. These movements added to the pleasure for both of you, not shying away from vocalising it, and neither did he, as your voices blended together, echoing through the room.

It became too much to handle, and soon enough you released the built up tension in your stomach. The walls of your pussy contracted around his cock, a low, moan of pleasure leaving his lips, sending him to a bliss, causing him to pull out, as you felt a warm, and moist liquid spray against your lower back.

Your legs give out, as you let your body fall on to the couch, trying to catch your breath after your second orgasm of the day. You felt him lay his body against your back, the sounds of his fastened breaths making their way to your ears. Just the feeling of the pulses of your pussy on his cock that pressed against your clit was so arousing to him that it didn’t take him long to become erect once again.

He pushed his body away from yours, pulling you to your front by your waist, gripping on to your thighs, spreading your legs apart, situating himself between your legs once again. “Round two?” he questioned, with an arch of a brow, while a sly grin played on his lips, causing a small laugh to leave your mouth.

He again aligned himself with your entrance, pushing in more easily, as he began moving into you, this time with a sloppish movement. Your hand drawed up his tattooed arm, gliding your way over his collarbone, and onto his piercing. You rubbed it between your fingers, before giving it a pinch, causing a groan to leave his mouth.

“Sensitive here, aren’t we?” you teased, as he gave you a narrowed look, causing a smirk to appear upon your lips. However, it didn’t remain there for long, as you moaned out in pleasure, as he picked up pace, his movements becoming more intense, fervent, and delightful.

You were getting close, close to your release. The in and out motion of his thrusts, his balls slapping against your skin, his cock grazing against the wet and silky walls of your pussy, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit, all these actions combined to serve you pleasure, sending you into ecstasy. Your body didn’t shy away from vocalising this, as the sound of satisfaction left your mouth ringing through the room, travelling to his ears, making him want to keep on hearing more.

The fingers that were on your clit, now glided up your stomach, the patterning of his cold fingertips sending shivers through your figure, yet your body burned from warmth. A faint, dewy trail of your juices was left behind, fading into the skin as his fingers reached your non-pierced tit. He circled his finger around the nipple, before pinching it and then twisting the bud around, causing a cry due to the arousement leaving your mouth, as your body squirmed to the side, though the grope of his hand on your boob prevented you from moving any further, forcing you to recline back to your original place.

“Relax, Babe,” Jungkook encouraged, rubbing patterns on your stomach, pressing on it gently. “I got you,” he cooed, gazing into your half open, dazy eyes, as he lowered the intensity of his thrusts, earning a whine of disapproval from you. However, he ignored it, and continued to deliver delightfull pressure to your pussy through a slow and passionate gliding motion.

Your hair was scattered on the surface of the couch around your head, while a few strands strayed to your forehead and cheek. Jungkook reached his hand forward and moved the pieces of hair away from your face and tucked them behind your ear. His fingers pursue to trace the side of your face, along your jawline, coming to a stop at the corner of your lips. His fingertip caressed your lips, feeling the soft texture, while the movements of his lower body gradually came to a stop, leaving himself buried inside of you.

A whiny cry left your throat at his tactic for getting what he desired. It was simple: you give him what he wants, and you get what you want. He wanted to kiss you, kiss those juicy lips of yours, feeling the softness against his own, while devouring you whole. You wanted him to please you more, to go harder, to let you have your release, and send you into a bliss. You knew that he wasn't going to fulfil your wish until you let him fulfil his need.

Jungkook rubbed his thumb against your lower lip, while his fingers caressed the sides of your cheek. His thumb came to a rest, as he looked into your eyes with burning intensity, asking permission to carry on with what he was thinking. In a swift motion, you pulled on his arm, bringing his face just inches away from yours. You cupped his face in your hands, fingers stretching to the sides of his neck, while your thumb pressed against his cheeks.

“Jungkook,” you whispered in a seductive tone, meeting his eyes with a craving, your breath fanning his skin, “please, fuck me. Fuck me harder.”

Just as those words left your mouth, Jungkook’s lips were locked with yours in a lustful kiss, tongues tangling together in the moist environment. There was hunger behind the kiss, an aggression to feel one another as close as possible.

Jungkook’s hand travelled to the nape of your neck, grabbing a hold of it and pulling you closer, as if you both weren’t already moulded together. Your arms snaked around his neck, pressing your bodies up to one another, as he began to drive into you once again, but this time with a much greater intensity. His speed continued to increase as you moaned into his mouth. He trailed kissing along your jaw and down your neck, leaving marks he will adore later.

“Mhm, you feel so good,” the words flowed out of your mouth in ecstasy, followed by a sting of moans. “Then cum for me, Darling. Show me how good I am making you feel,” he commanded, moving back to admire your disoriented state, in his eyes you were the most gorgeous being he had ever seen.

Soon enough you came, clenching around his cock, as your insides pulsed against his skin. However, he didn’t stop, he continued to pound your pussy, making loud sounds of pleasure leave your mouth. His eyes travelled down your body, to the place where your bodies connected. A few dribbles of squirt rained out of you due to the overstimulation.

“Fuck, you're so beautiful,” he declared, feeling himself close to his climax. With a few more strokes he pulled out, releasing over your stomach, leaving it a mess in his liquid.

He let his body relax, laying half of his body beside you, while the other half rested against you, as he laid his head on your chests, hugging your body close to him. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder, to feel his warmth around you, while you both regained your breathing. You both remained in this position, feeling a sense of calm in each other's presence, after that exhilarating session.

After a few minutes, Jungkook lifted up his body, his arms straight as he rested his palms on either side of your body, caging you within. He gave you a tender smile, before leaning in to kiss your cheek, whispering a ‘I’ll be right back into your ear. You gave him a lazy smile as he pulled out, getting off the couch, and leaving the room.

A while later, he walked back in, having cleaned himself up of the sticky substances. He made his way to where you were laying, and cleaned you up with a wet towel he had brought, before disposing of it.

“Here, put this on,” he said, while handing you a big white shirt. “Your tank top will rub on your piercing, causing irritation, so wear this to prevent it,” he explained. You already knew this information, that’s why you had carried a loose t-shirt in your bag when making your way here, but you didn’t tell him this and just took the piece of clothing from him.

Jungkook moved to collect his discarded clothes from earlier, as your eyes followed his every movement, while you sat up on the couch. He could feel your stares on him, so he made sure to look extra sexy for you, when putting his clothes back on.

Once finished, he moved back towards you, spreading your thighs apart slightly, before intervening his legs in between them. He gently grabbed the shirt from your hands, which you had done no effort to put on, and helped you wear it himself.

Once the fabric was settled on your body, he placed his arms around your neck, leaning in slightly to look into your eyes with an emotion that you couldn’t quite discern. You both remained in silence, just looking into the depths of each other's eyes, before you decided to speak up.

“So,” you began. “Do you give this special treatment to all your customers?” you teasingly inquired, keenly looking forward to his response.

“No,” he said bluntly, looking you dead in the eye. “It’s only for my future special someone,” he informed, as there was a shine in his eyes as the statement left his mouth.

His words left you confused, and a bit shocked, as you didn’t think he would think of this anything more than a hookup after how fast things progressed today.

“Y/n” he called, breaking you away from thinking further. “I want you. I want something more, and I’m not just saying this to get in bed with you again. I truly mean it. After meeting you at the bar last week, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and the conversation we shared. I want to have more deep talks like that, in the comfort of our own peace,” he explained, expressing his feeling.

You weren’t going to lie, you also held a similar feeling. After that meeting with him, you couldn’t stop thinking about him and the conversation you had with him. He listened to you, sharing his experiences and intellect along the way. You found a calm in his company, at the most odd place. You felt upset all this week at not having gotten his number, and at the possibility of never meeting him again, but seeing him today when you entered the shop gave you hope. A hope to get to know him better, but where today had led to made you think that your connection wasn’t meant to be something more. However, after hearing him now, a smile grew on your face. You hadn’t been the biggest believer of love at first sight before, now you just might be.

“I don’t want to put any pressure on you, I’m just saying that maybe we could try dating, go on a few dates,” he clarified, shyly averting his eyes from you, the same man that just fucked you with such intensity a while ago. Wow, the duality.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his torso. “Lets try it out” you replied, bringing his attention back to you. “I mean, who would be a fool enough to let go of the opportunity to potentially have such a handsome boyfriend,” you teased, looking up at him with a toothy smile, which he returned with his big bunny smile upon hearing your words.

“Then, since it's already late outside, do you want to get dinner together?” He asked.

“Let’s go,” you replied, giving a genuine smile, as you looked forward to possibilities of what lies ahead.

A/n: hey there! Hehe, I hope you enjoyed this! Your thoughts and feedback are always appreciated

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It was a well-known fact that Lando Norris was an affectionate guy. 

He couldn’t help himself, it was just something that came so naturally to him. From throwing himself onto his team after a podium finish to wrapping people in tight hugs, from tilting his head towards fans in photos to slumping against people in between long meetings when he needed a few moments to doze off. 

It was like his energy just thrived off of touch. He liked being around people, he liked being able to show them his appreciation and love because he was never really good with words. He liked being able to show the important people in his life what they meant to him—actions showing more than words and all that jazz. 

And he was pretty affectionate with his friends too, that was nothing new. 

But with you? Yeah, nobody was believing for a damn second that anything between you and Lando was just platonic.

You didn’t get it at first. You didn’t think he treated you any differently to how he did with his other friends. He hugged you the same way, threw his arm over you the same way, tugged you close the same way. He would lean his body against yours when he laughed a little too hard and his head would drop on your lap during movie nights, humming when you would scratch his scalp. 

But he did that with other people too. You weren’t anything special.

Except you were—it just took both you and Lando a stupidly long time to see what everyone else saw for months. And even once you spotted it, it wasn’t something you were rushing to tell the world. You wanted something to just be yours for a little bit—your little secret. 

You genuinely didn’t think people would even notice a shift in your relationship. You didn’t even think you acted all that differently from the months you and Lando were just friends, other than the bonus of making out with him at movie nights. 

“It’s been a while, chat. I’ve missed this.” 

Lando watched as the comments rolled in, filling up his screen so fast that he barely had time to catch more than a few words from each comment. And it was the truth. Streaming had become such a stress relief and easy pass-time in between race weekends. It was something simple and fun for him to do, to feel connected to the people who support him. In a weird way, it made him feel useful during his time off when there were no meetings to attend or data to review. 

It was something to do between training sessions.

“Hm, my plans? Mate, I just got off a triple header. My plans include moving as little as possible,” Lando said with an easy smile on his face, making no move to pick a game to play. There was no rush. “Although, I did invite—”

“Where’s my favourite P2 dickhead?!” 

His grin widened. “There she is.”

Lando turned in his chair, waiting a few moments as he listened to you drop your stuff by the door before you made your way into the room he was currently sitting in. You barrelled in, your smile almost as wide as his before you noticed the set up he had.

“You really invited me over while you were streaming?” You snorted, shaking your head but you didn’t have any complaints as you moved to sit on a couch near his desk. 

“No,” Lando whined as he reached out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist as he tugged you towards him. “I haven’t seen you in three weeks, it’s cruel to sit on the other side of the room.”

“Well, where else am I meant to sit?” You teased. “I keep telling you to get another chair in—-oh.”

You tried to hide your own surprise when Lando pulled you down onto his lap. It wasn’t the first time he had ever done it, and you highly doubted it would be the last, but he had never done it with so many people watching. 

He didn’t settle until his arms were wrapped around you, your body pressed against his before he practically nuzzled his face against your shoulder. “Better.”

Your face felt warm. “Someone’s clingy.” 

“I haven’t seen my best friend in three weeks,” Lando huffed, his brows furrowed together as though he was reliving the last three weeks. Between the races, training and media chaos, he barely had any time to himself—let alone time to talk to you. “Sue me.”

“Oh, he’s sassy and clingy,” you teased but didn’t say much else as you shifted until you were sideways on his lap, giving him a clear view of his screen. Your arm wound around his shoulder, your fingers twirling the curls at the nape of his neck. 

user: friends my ass, look at them!!

user: they are so cute!!

user: are they dating??

user: MY OTP!!!! 

user: clingy lando is the best lando

user: they are literal couple goals 

user: they are my fav ship 

Lando’s eyes scanned over the comments before he snorted, though there was something quite smug in his expression. “Ship? Like friendship? Aw, thanks.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re a fucking menace, Norris.”

“Language,” he teasingly scolded, lightly pinching your hip just out of view of the camera but the squeal you let out in response told the viewers enough. “Gotta keep it kid-friendly in here. Max is probably watching from home. We can’t scar the poor kid.”

max fewtrell: too late for that, mate

You shook your head, lips pressed together to hold back your laughs. You shifted in the seat, like you were ready to stand up but his arms tightened around you.

Lando’s face softened. “Where are you going? Stay here.”

“I was gonna go make something,” you said with a soft laugh. “God knows you’ve probably not eaten a proper meal since you got back.”

“Eh,” he grumbled but he didn’t relent his grip on you. “It’s fine, we can order something. Just stay here.”

“I’ll only be in the other room,” you attempted but the boy wasn’t having it.

“No, I prefer you here,” Lando said, squeezing your body to punctuate his point. “And the chat missed you too. It would be rude if you left.”

“This can’t be comfy for you,” you murmured, your voice a little softer in hopes the microphone wouldn’t pick it up.

But Lando just grinned at you—that wide, huge grin that took over his face and made his eyes crinkle and sent a flurry of butterflies through your stomach. 

“You’re exactly where I want you, baby.” 

And you couldn’t help but smile back. 

user: BABY??????

user: OH MY GOD IT’S CONFIRMED 

user: THIS IS SO KEWBFJWEKFBWE

max fewtrell: you’re such a fucking idiot 

max fewtrell: but happy for you guys<3

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[4unnyr0se]

❥ timeskip! haikyuu captains matching with you on tinder | daichi sawamura and toru oikawa

warnings: timeskip! daichi and oikawa, fem! reader, tinder, unprotected sex, protected sex, bondage/handcuffs, multiple orgasms, biting/hickeys, fangirl fucking, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, missionary and doggy style, fluff at the end, pwp, this made my editor loose their mind (ily opal mwah)

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 1.5k

Daichi Sawamura | Stress relief

Being a cop was a good job. Steady income, health benefits, all that jazz. And there really wasn’t a lot of crime in Miyagi, so there was little to no stress. Perfect for a guy who spent his high school years screaming at underclassmen to behave, right? Wrong. Paperwork was a pain in the ass, and his only relief was going home to an empty apartment, along with the occasional visit from his younger siblings or old teammates. Overall, Daichi was stressed as hell. Did he have an early grey?

Anonymous sex was his only relief. Yeah, it was unlike Daichi to not know the girl before making her see stars repeatedly, but he just didn’t have the time. Balancing being a police officer with his sex life was hard work, and emotions just complicated things. He didn’t see women as objects, absolutely not. Daichi was a gentleman (at least in the streets.) He just sees the sex as a good way to let himself go, to pound his frustration out into a gorgeous angel beneath him, her moans and cries of euphoria filling his apartment. 

So when he saw your pretty face appear on his Tinder feed, how could he say no? Swiped right immediately, and the two of you were a match. 

“F-fuck, Daichi!” you mewled into his neck, attempting to hide your flushed face in his tan skin. Your hands were cuffed together in front of you, wrapped around his broad and gorgeous shoulders. “M’gonna cum again, shit!” your wanton sobs were like music to his ears, although they were slightly muffled by your hiding.

“Hey, I told you I don’t like it when pretty girls hide from me,” Daichi purred, stopping his thrusts inside your sobbing core to adjust your body. He pulled your face away from hiding by gripping your messy and tangled hair; a dark desire pooled in his chestnut eyes. “I wanna see that face of yours make cute little expressions as I fuck you, baby.” Fuck, his voice was so fucking filthy, and it made your legs quiver beneath him. 

You pathetically nodded as Daichi pushed your legs further up into your chest, placing your arms around his neck. The cold metal from the handcuffs tickled the hairs on the back of his neck, the steel sensation only further adding to the pleasure of your warm pussy squeezing onto his pulsating cock. “God, you feel so fucking good.” he punctuated his sentence with a harsh thrust, feeling his orgasm approach. He usually lasted much longer than this, but the sensation of your gummy walls pulling him impossibly deep was driving him insane. Fuck, were you trying to kill him?

“Fuck!” he growled into your ear, biting down on the cartilage of the shell. “You’re gonna cum with me, yeah? I know you’re fucking close, baby girl. I can feel you squeezing around me like a slut. You’re gonna milk me for all I’m worth, huh?” 

“Yes, fuck!” his words sent you over the edge, his rough and powerful thrusts only making your release even sweeter. You made a mess all over his cock, sweet moans escaping your puffy and bruised lips. An animalistic, almost feral grunt emerged from Daichi’s throat as he slammed his mouth against yours, drowning out his moans as he came inside, hot ropes of cum filling you up so nicely. 

“Good fucking girl,” he pulled himself out of you, wiping the sweat from his forehead. The bed felt lighter as he got up to put on the rest of his casual clothes, his jeans pooling at his ankles. He didn’t say anything, causing you to raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

“What, no aftercare?”

Daichi turned to look at you, equally confused. “I thought girls who wanted to hook up got grossed out if a guy stays too long.”

You shook your head and gestured to the handcuffs on your wrist, a displeased expression on your flushed face. “First of all, you’re sleeping with idiots. Second of all, please uncuff me.”

Daichi let out a nervous chuckle, unlocking the handcuffs. He noticed a faint purple bruising on your wrists, which rubbed him incorrectly. “Do…do you want me to stay a little while?” He just wanted to make sure you were alright, that’s all. He wasn’t catching feelings for a girl he wanted to hook up with, right?

“You’re more than happy to stay if that’s what you want.” your smile is so sweet and sincere. How could he refuse some after-sex cuddles? Especially with you.

“I’d very much like that.”

Toru Oikawa | Fangirl fucker

It was no secret that Oikawa had plenty of fan girls. No matter which team he played for, there were always several hundred pretty faces in the crowd ready to cheer his name. It fueled his already massive ego, that was for sure.

Being a professional athlete came with rules, of course. Sure, he was allowed to have sex. It was against the law to prevent sex between two consenting adults, no matter what league or team he played for. However, one of the unspoken rules of being a professional athlete was not to sleep with your fans by any means necessary. It would ruin your career and tarnish the reputation of the team. But Oikawa didn’t care. It didn’t stop him from setting up a Tinder profile that very clearly showed off his athletic ability, getting so many matches a day. Fucking fangirl after fangirl was the best, and you weren’t any different. You were still a fan even though you only had an “I <3 Toru Oikawa” button on your lanyard displayed on your profile. His fan.

“Say my name again, princess,” Oikawa huffed from behind, his soft yet calloused hands tightly gripping your hips. His fingers squished the flesh between them, rolling it sensually. You looked so pretty like this; face down, ass up, mascara running down your face, and his handprints beautifully decorating your round ass. Fuck, you looked so perfect for him. “Say my fucking name.”

“Oikawa!” you mewled, your walls fluttering around his pulsating cock. You knew he was strong from the various shirtless photos of himself floating around, but he was showing you no mercy as his member pounded in and out of you, the lewd sound of his balls slapping against your sweaty form filling the expensive hotel room. 

His hand cracked down onto your ass in disapproval, his bottom lip pouting in mockey. “Nuh-uh, pretty girll. That’s not my name. You wanna try again?” he purred, slapping you ass a second time, not as harsh as the first. “C’mon now, don’t tell me I’ve already fucked you stupid?” Oikawa loved teasing you, your cunt became tigher with each word that fell from his lips.

“T-Toru! Fuck!” you sobbed in both pain and pleasure, your knuckles turning white from gripping onto the silky sheets that were drenched in your sweat. “Harder, fuck me harder! W-Wanna cum all over you!” Your desperate little begs and pleads were music to his ear, filling his head with dark and twisted thoughts. Fucking his fan girls was a high in of itself, but you were a special kind of breed. You made him want more, more than just a random fuck on a Saturday night. No, Oikawa could definitely get used to this. 

“Cutie,” he decided to indulge you, grabbing onto your messy ponytail so your back could arch in an even more beautiful way. Oikawa’s other hand left your hip and chose to massage your throbbing clit, rubbing and pinching the sensitive bud. “Cum on my cock be a good fucking girl and cum on my cock for me.”

You let out a wanton shriek as your orgasm hit you like a runaway freight train, making a mess all over Oikawa’s cock and hand. Fuck, no one has ever made you cum that hard before. “T-Toru! Fuck…”

His thrusts were becoming disorganized and sloppy as Oikawa’s orgasm washed over him as well, his cum filling up the condom. “Mm, fuck,” he sighed, pulling himself out of you with a small squelching sound. Oikawa tied the condom off and tossed it into the nearby waste basket, landing it perfectly. He pulled you into his arms, cuddling his face into your bruised neck from an earlier hickey assault. “You feel good, cutie? It’s my job to make sure my pretty fans feel good.”

You slowly nodded, giggling slightly as his taped fingers massaged your pert nipple. “Mhm, I feel fucking amazing. I never thought I would ever live out my fantasy of having sex with you, this feels like a dream.”

“Fantasy, hm?” he playfully purred, licking your collarbone with a glint of mischief in his milky brown eyes. “Do you…have any other fantasies about me? I’d be more than happy to help you make them come to life.”

You blushed and covered your face with your hands, earning a dissapoving look from Oikawa. “Y-yeah, I got a lot of other fantasies about you…but don’t you have other fangirls you need to, uh, attend to?”

Oikawa shrugged and pulled you closer to his chest, your cheek landing on his right pectoral. You could feel his heartbeat, calm and steady. It was relaxing, welcoming, and warm. “Eh, they can wait a little longer. I’d much rather keep cuddling you than drive to another hotel.”

“You’re a sweetheart.” you smiled at him, feeling comfortable enough to give him a peck on the cheek.”

“I know, cutie. I know.”

kuroo, bokuto, and ushijima are next! should i do other guys as well? what positons?

[shapard]

Albino Snake🐍

Lucifer x Human!fem!reader

Alastor kinda reminds me of Dr. Facilier

A/n: I want to cry. I accidentally posted this🥲

You found a cute little albino snake. You named him Apple.

Soft Lucifer

Part 1 > Part 2

You love your home New Orleans.

The streets are filled with jazz and Happy people dancing around. It brought a smile up of your face.

It’s been so long when the streets were this filled. A big number of murders started to rise in New Orleans. Everybody stayed at home, especially you. 

News spread quickly that the Series Killer got killed by a hunter. The Hunter thought he was a deer and gave him a shot right in the middle of his skull.

The days that were cold and dull started to gain color again. And your live just became more stressful. 

Back to two jobs and a small apartment.

You worked in two Restaurants only to fulfill your dream. You want to live that dream you and you father talked about from morning to dawn. Sadly, he’ll not be able to see you reach this dream.

You’re almost there, just a couple more shifts. Just a few weeks of hard work.

You groaned when your alarm clock started ringing in your ear. Exhausted you pressed your hand onto the alarm.

You yawned and stretched your body; a small cracking sound emits from your bone, and you sigh in relief. 

“Next shift here I come!” 

As usual people side eyed you when you past them with a tray of food. Working in gastronomy is hard.

Terrible chef, terrible co-workers and even worse the customers. Your chief always tormented you that you'll never reach that dream. That it was useless. You are born poor and you stay poor, especially for a woman.

But that never lets you down. Then you'll be the first woman who'll reach the top without marrying off to a rich man.

The ring bell tuned, and your rich friend Charlotte and her father walked happily into the small business.

Charlotte smiled brightly at you when she saw you. “Y/n! There you are! I have an important question to ask you.” You laughed softly at her antics. she always was always so outgoing and a bright soul. 

“Of course.” Charlotte squealed and was quick to grab her father's purse. “Do you think you can make some beignets? You’ll get paid off, of course.” Without even waiting for your answer, she pushed couple hundred dollars into your chest and ran out of the store without even touching the beignets. 

Charlotte already paid and it wasn't rare that this happens. All your attention was now on the money in your hand. 

With this money it’s more than enough to buy the restaurant you and your father always dreamed about.

Soft tears pearled down on your face and your boss mouth was wide open in shock. “Huh… Wait… WHAT?!” 

When you shift was done you were quick to make a visit to the former sugar farmhouse.

The house was pretty worn down but that didn’t hold you back. You swung around the house humming a soft tune as you imagined how the place will look in the future.

"I'm almost there~..."

A soft clink echoed through the hollow place, bringing you back to reality. Scared you looked around you. Maybe a mouse?

Following the clinking sound, you saw a small snake hurt in a water cup. The snake looked up to you with soft red eyes. The white scales reminded you of pure untouched snow.

The snake was probably an albino. 

You spread out your hand and took the little injured creator in your hand. Your heart swelled when the little snake slithered up to your wrist embracing it softly.

Its red eyes never left yours and you patted his head slightly. 

The Snake watches as you walked stressed out up and down through your little room. A small bandage adorned its little tummy and a small bow tie was around his head. 

To say he was embarrassed was an understatement. But the way how happy you applied the little bowtie on his head was giving him pure joy. So, he didn't protest.

When you finally looked at the small clock that was on your room wall you gasp at the time. You grabbed your little purse and the beignets for the little costume party.

Theme: Kingdom.

The snake you named apple slithered up to your neck. It looked like a designer necklace, and you loved it. 

You stood unmoving in one of the stands from the party. The landlord of the place where you found him was informing you that someone pays way more than you do.

Your whole body feels like it's going to crumble. You were so close to that dream. You were so close to making your father proud.

All those years for nothing?

Apple looked up to you and he saw the face of pure despair and sadness. His heart broke when you ran towards the landlord in despair. Tears were pouring down your face as you shouted the landlord’s name. 

You were close to a panic attack. Apple rested softly on your neck like a scarf. He tried to comfort you in any way.

A woman with a wine glass in her hand accidentally pours the wine onto your dress and Apple hissed at the sudden wetness.

When you turned to look for the landlord he was nowhere to be found. And for the first time you really felt defeated.

Your legs under you gave up and everything around you started to mix in one black hole.

Charlotte hugged you from behind when she saw your broken state. Charlotte dragged you along with her when she looked at the damage on your dress. 

She gave you a new dress your mother had designed for her.

A gorgeous flowing dress that beats every physics. A little Tiana was on your head and the color matched perfect with your skin color. 

Apple watched with an immense blush on his scales.

You look so pretty in this dress. 

You plumped softly onto the bed where apple was laying. He laid under your chin cuddling into your heat. "Oh Apple. I don't know what to do." You whined as soon as those words left you.

“I can help.” As soon as you heard Apple talk you shot up, falling with full force onto the hard floor. 

Red mist covered the whole room and in front of you stood a man with white skin, red eyes and royalty looking clothes.

His smirk was large, and he held an apple cane in one of his hand. “Do you trust me princess?”

A/n: I'm obsessed with Tyla's new album.

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Friendships Between Realms (YJ and Danny Shenanigans Being Peek Friendship)

So the 90s YJ group got into a lot of shenanigans tbh. Like a lot and mostly without their mentors knowledge. And whenever I think of YJ I think of the Core 4 (mainly cause Tim is my fav, and the Core 4 is just so amazing together) anyways I honestly wouldn't put it past them if they had accidentally summoned or were being sacrificed by some cult, or meet Danny who accidentally fell into their world via a random portal in someway. (In this DC and Phantom universes are not on the same world, fyi)

Like Danny, still new to being a hero but getting the hang of it, meets them, learns some things from them, and actually gets along with them to the point that when he has to leave Robin gives him a communication device to keep in touch (and Robin Tim would, despite being the second most paranoid of the Bats this boy lies to Batman to his face and had hidden an entire Batmoblie cost in the Batarang budget and keeps it with YJ) and Danny does.

It's nice to have hero friends who understand the struggle of balancing hero and normal lives. Don't get him wrong Danny loves Tucker, Sam and Jazz but sometimes they just don't... fully get it. The danger, the stress, the anxiety, the relief when things are solved or saved, etc etc that comes with being a hero or at least try to be one. They don't understand the urge he gets at like 3 am to go patrol Amity Park just to make sure everything is safe. YJ on the other hand does.

He talks to them about his problems and they help out and Danny in turn helps them out too when he can. Like they needed help with Secret, call up Danny see if he knows what kind of ghost she is (he turned to Clockwork and Frostbite in that case) and Danny in turn talked to them about Dan (they told him about them having to face their own future evil self to at one point). Danny talks to Conner when Dani came into the picture, he wants to make sure he doesn't screw up like Superman did towards his clone's feelings and self worth. Etc etc.

Point is, despite being dimensions and Realms apart, YJ and Phantom are friends and have been in touch. He's friends with all the YJ at the time and keeps in touch with them all but is very close with the Core 4. (Danny was the one that reassured Tim when Bruce was thought to be dead. Couldn't find his soul or ghost in the Realms and Clockwork was being 1000% more crypticd about Batman when Danny had asked if he was lost in time, Danny (or CW) couldn't do much to help due to certain rules but Danny could tell Tim "He isn't dead. Just lost. You're not insane Rob I promise."

So imagine a few years later, DCverse is under heavy near world ending supernatural danger and it gets to the point someone in JLD suggests they may have to summon the Ghost King in order to stop it (maybe its an old ancient ghost/spirit someone foolishly unleased). Of course there are some that strongly advise not to, that summoning him would spell the end of everything, but someone else points out they're already close to that edge they already got no other choice.

So they try and it fails and everyone is confused.

Bart, because of course it's gonna be Bart, returns from helping evacuations takes one look at the summoning circle and says.

"Why are you using those outdated sigals and symbols? That'd like trying to call an out of service number." Bart says before he speed texts Tim, Conner, and Cassie to come over.

Tim, RR, takes one look at the circle and asks who they were trying to summon. When told they were trying to get the Ghost King, him and the Core 4 look at each other before Tim pulls out his communicator and texts Danny.

It takes less than a few minutes before RR tells Impulse that Danny was cool with the summoning and to bring him in. Impulse nods and quickly runs around and changes the old summoning circle around with new symbols and sigals. Then RR turns to most of the JLD members and says sternly.

"You all better not memorize this, this is Phantom's personal summoning line and he only wants friends to know it. He gave us permission."

And with Superboy (Conner) and Wonder Girl agreeing with nods.

Before any of the JL or the JLD could really ask or even interrogate what that meant Impulse was done with the preparation. the Summoning circle was changed around with constellations and other signs of stars, there was a bag of fresh burgers and three milkshakes in the middle of it, and under it was a stylized symbol of a D and a P.

Its Impulse who starts the... chant and raises his hands up. (its actually the dumbest song anyone can think of. Danny wanted it to be funny and the Core 4 totally encouraged it) the candles shift from red to green fire, the star symbols start glowing before flying around on the floor in a circle like shooting stars, the area starts feeling like a cold winter wind beginning to blow, and the stylized symbol is glowing green before...

Danny pops up in his Ghost King form (flaming crown, galaxy cape, looking more ghostly than human but still a teen), finishing up the song and laughing. When he spots his friends he's grinning and waving hello to them, all of them greeting him back.

The JL are confused as heck but noticed how shell-shocked most if not all the members of JLD as their staring at what has to be the Ghost King...

Basically. I want Danny to be one of the people/things the 90s YJ did/meet during their insane shenanigans that most of their mentors most likely didn't know about. They all kept in touch and if they knew, and were later invited to the coronation, of Danny becoming the new Ghost King and later needs to bring out the big guns against a supernatural entity and stuns everyone else that they have a friend in a very high place well... yeah.

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Ghost Food Problems

TW: eating disorders

Growing up in a household where there were consistent problems with food supply? Yeah, that rarely leads to a healthy relationship with food.

What I'm saying is Jack and Maddie often stored their ectoplasm samples in the fridge. When did the Turkey Resurrection Accident happen? I don't remember exactly, but Danny was a child at the time, so it's safe to assume that happened a lot. Since both Jazz and Danny were little. Which means they grew up being pretty wary of food. It's safer to just not eat than to battle your dinner, after all.

I'm not saying they were starving, no, there were school lunches and Nasty Burger, and food at their friends' houses, and as they grew older, they both learned to either fight the living ham or just choose the foods that did not attack them. Also, cereal is great. What I'm saying is that kind of behavior throughout childhood leaves some marks.

Like 'preferring not to eat unless you really feel hungry' thing. And when you spend your childhood trying to eat as rare as possible, your feeling of hunger also dulls.

Going forward, when Danny turned into a half-ghost and learned that ghosts don't really need food and can survive on ectoplasm only? I'd say that would have been a relief. When you rarely feel hunger at all, having the ability to just magically absorb food from the air - and I suppose ghosts living on ambient ectoplasm are doing just that - is great. It's perfect. No more worries about having to eat at least once a day! No more thoughts like 'didn't I forget to eat today?'.

There's also the thing about stress. It could be either stress eating or, on the contrary, a form of bulimia when throwing up, no matter if you even ate before, calms you down. Since, you know, when you are constantly nervous and stressed, your stomach always twists and turns and feels weird, but throwing up gets rid of that, albeit temporarily.

With all that, how often does Danny even eat?

Alfred notices it first - of course he does. He knows Danny isn't picky since, first, he said so himself, and second, he hadn't expressed any displeasure over any kinds of food, aside from toast.

But the boy doesn't eat a lot. The only times Alfred notices him having a proper meal is when they are having a family dinner. Other than that, he sticks to some snacks throughout the day and maybe a light breakfast if he feels like it.

He brings it up to Bruce.

Bruce ends up trying to subtly interrogate Danny on that matter, but the boy just tells him it's a ghost thing. He doesn't really need food at all, he can just survive off the ambient ectoplasm. And that calms both of them down somewhat, but not completely.

It doesn't help that his siblings - Dan and Dani - are not exactly better, Dan having the same history with food as Danny and Dani being more ghost than human and created artificially.

But all of them are not only ghosts. They are just as much humans, and eating so little is definitely not a healthy way to live, especially when all of them have such hectic lives.

[redcoralpot]

Tougher Than Nails - Mike Schmidt X M!Reader

Warnings/Details: NSFW content, implied substance abuse, alcohol, cowboy!reader, hankie/cowboy hat code.

Summary: Mike goes to a bar downtown in hopes of getting his mind off of court, but instead finds something much healthier.

A/N: Everyone should thank my boyfriend for this idea; he's always the one that reminds me that I am technically a 'cowboy'. He saves a horse very often.

Word Count: 1.8K

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Bars weren’t really Mike’s thing. Any alcohol he’s ever had tasted like crap, and becoming an alcoholic would just be another check on Aunt Jane’s list to prove to the court that he wasn’t suitable for custody. Hell, he swore her perfume was still clinging onto his nose hairs, and all he wanted to do was escape her. Escape reality, too. Mike remembered when his father used to do just that after Garret disappeared, drowning himself in the bitter liquid at night, his speech slurred. That’s why he was here, at a bar in downtown Afton, while Maxine stayed with Abby. He was desperate.

The building was crowded, delightful chatter and jazz music filling the air. Lights were strung along the wooden walls, narrowly dodging the black and white photos hanging by themselves. More customers squeezed in behind him; Mike frantically searched for any open spot in the room. Hallelujah– a single stool was left vacant near the serving counter, and Mike shuffled into it, shoulders tense. The bartender seemed to notice his presence, as she leaned towards the man, still shaking another person’s drink. 

“You’re a new face,” she rattled, “may I see your license?”

Mike fumbled with his wallet, sliding the card for her to see, “Uh, sure.”

“Right, you’re all clear; would you like to open a tab?”

A man cut in before he could answer, and for the first time, Mike got a good look at the person sitting beside him, “Just add whatever he orders to mine, Molly.” 

She shrugged, the key hanging from her left pocket jingling, “Easier for me.”

You chuckled, the brim of your hat covering your eyes. It was decorated with embroidery and leather, complimenting your purple button up shirt, though that was partially hidden by a black vest. Two hankies hung out of your back, left pocket, similar to Molly’s keychain. One was rust colored, but the other was a complimentary gray; Mike thought it was an interesting stylistic choice. 

“I’ll just have a beer, thanks.”

As the bartender turned, scribbling in a notebook, you inquired, “So, what’s a fine boy like you doing ‘round these parts?”

Mike grabbed the foaming beer that was placed in front of him, “I live nearby.”

“That’s not the only reason, is it?”

He hesitated to answer, instead choosing to take a long sip of the beverage. It burned down his throat, the flavor making his lips curl and his head a little more dizzy. Somehow, it loosened his will, and he found his lips moving without his permission. Your energy was just hypnotizing; he felt himself being pulled in.

“Needed a break from stress,” Mike admitted, picking at the glass’ label.

You cocked your head to the side, your hat tipping upward, “Just ‘cause you’re in a hole, doesn’t mean you gotta keep digging. Alcohol isn’t the cure to what you’re feelin’.”

“What am I supposed to do? Not even my medicine works anymore.”

“I go here for stress relief too,” you assured, downing a shot, “but not necessarily for the drinks.”

Your hand hovered over the small of his back, looking at him for consent. When he didn’t move away, you settled your fingers there, feeling a shiver run through Mike’s body. Some of the previous tension released from his shoulders, and he almost leaned back in relief. Many of the customers in this bar were paired with the same sex, unlike most of the movies he’d seen that included the subject. So, he supposed it wouldn’t look too weird if he did.

You elaborated, “People can be cruel, can’t they, sweetheart? Comin’ to a place like this, where everyone’s like me in some way or another, is a damn good bonus.”

“Like you?”

“Y’know,” you gestured to your handkerchiefs, “queer and such.”

He paused, “Ah.”

“You didn’t know this was a boy bar?”

Mike replied, “I kinda just looked up the closest bar to my house.”

…

“Good to know.” Your hand fell away from his back.

He almost chased it. Mike liked the feeling, the weight of your fingers pressing into such an intimate spot. However, he wasn’t tipsy enough for that, and controlled himself. He watched as you spoke to Molly, the lady’s eyes flicking towards him and back, and you slipped her the money needed to cover the tab. You tipped your hat towards Mike, a respectful way to put distance between you, before disappearing into the suffocating crowd. Molly side eyed him, sweeping away his bottle, before leaving as well. Mike swallowed, pulling loose skin from his bottom lip with his teeth. It was now, or never– perhaps alcohol wasn’t the only way, after all. You were right. 

Mike could still see the very top of your hat swerving above the crowd, and he trailed after it to the best of his ability. A random girl almost elbowed him in the face, and he was sure his shins would be bruised after tonight. Your shadow was reflecting in the glass door, growing fainter and fainter as you walked further away, your hips swaying. Mike pushed it open, the vision dissolving, and cold air stung his cheeks. The moon reflected off of car hoods, the only way he was able to see where he was running. His hand reached out and grabbed your arm, as you flinched.

Mike’s ears were red, probably from the alcohol, and you stared at him, “What’re you doing?”

“I don’t know,” was the only answer you got before your collar was jerked forward.

Your lips crashed violently with his; your teeth clicking as he struggled to pull you closer. Mike was still fisting your shirt as you brought your hands to cup his jaw and the back of his neck, trying to gentle the kiss. 

You mumbled against his mouth, “Better not be some experiment of yours, pretty boy.”

“Nope,” he whispered, the aftertaste of whiskey on his tongue.

His back hit the side of your car, and his hands moved from your collar to swinging his arms around your neck. Your knee found its way in between Mike’s thighs, pressing against his crotch, and his groan was swallowed by your lips. Mike whined when you trailed down, aiming instead for his neck. Dark marks and bites soon decorated the pale flesh, his blood dripping a contrasting splash of color. 

Tugging on his earlobe, you challenged, “Gonna come back to my place?”

Mike doubted he ever agreed to something so quickly.

The drive was long, too long in his opinion. Though, it was most likely only fifteen minutes, at most. Mike didn’t even have to walk up the driveway to your cabin; his legs were locked around your hips as you carried him through the door and up the stairs. He ground his groin against you, searching for any possible friction. You tossed him onto your bed, unbuckling your belt, holding it taut. The man in front of you wiggled back and spread his legs to make room for you. You snickered at how willing Mike was, considering his hesitation when you first met.

You regularly kept lube on the bedside table, just to be prepared for when you brought men home from the bar. However, this one was different in a way you had trouble putting into words, other than positive. His thighs shook as you massaged the liquid into his hole, a hand covering his mouth to prevent you from hearing his noises. Ah, now that wouldn’t do, would it?

In response, you tugged his hand off of his mouth, “Lemme hear you.”

Such pretty sounds from a pretty mouth, it was truly a shame. When Mike immediately went back to covering them up, you slid your fingers out of him, instead reaching for your abandoned belt. His eyes trailed after your hands as they bound his wrists together in front of him, almost akin to handcuffs. Mike couldn’t see much of your expression after your head dipped down, only the shit-eating grin playing on your lips. Of course, that was before you took your hat off by the crown and placed it firmly on his head, though it was a tad too big for him.

“Why don’t you keep that safe for me, sweetheart?”

For a second, Mike was confused. Keep it safe? Just what were you planning on doing? He felt a grip on his waist, right before his world spun around him, and the positions were practically reversed. The guard was now sitting on top of you, or more so your crotch, his thighs caging in your hips. Mike’s hair was disheveled and the light on the ceiling created a sort of halo around him, and fuck, did you think he was pretty. Only a few select people had ever gotten to wear your hat, and you could confidently say that he was the most beautiful in it.

You unbuttoned your jeans, letting your cock slip through the opening, “You ready?”

“I’ve never done this before.”

You had a grip on his waist again, slowly guiding him down. You didn’t thrust, didn’t force him to go fast, and allowed him his proper time to adjust, “How’s that feelin’?”

“G-good,” he shuddered, precum leaking from his tip, “think ‘m ready.”

“You haven’t seen the brunt of it yet, boy!” You grunt, thrusting the rest of you inside, brushing against Mike’s prostate. 

The man on top of you moaned, and the sound was so uncharacteristically loud that even he seemed surprised by it. Mike leaned down, resting his tied fists on your chest in order to keep his balance. His sweat dampened your collarbones, his drool smearing on your neck, and the pathetic excuse of a guard tried leaving kisses over the areas he could reach. You soon found a rhythm to your thrusts; groans were punched out of your throat on their own.

Mike could feel heat rushing through his brain, bringing tears that stuck to his eyelashes, covering any thoughts or hesitance he may have had before. That wasn’t enough for it– it spread like wildfire down his body, down to where your fingers were leaving bruises, and down to his red, leaking dick. Something deep was brewing inside of him, nothing he’s felt since his hormonal teenage years. Hell, he didn’t even have time to process it when you kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear that he’s such a needy slut; it exploded.

When he finally came to, he could feel his thighs twitching and your heaving, sticky abs below him. His eyelids felt heavy, and all he wanted to do was stay there with you. You were rubbing circles into his back, attempting to pull out, but a grumble from Mike made you stop. In fact, you were saying things, but it sounded muffled and far away. He took great comfort in your voice, no matter what you were talking about. It was getting farther and farther away, yet still managed to follow him into his dreams. For the first time since the incident with Garret, he did not have a nightmare. 

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Taglist: @cannabrisano @kai_beanz @fandomz-brainrot @slimemakermas

[rradio-static]

𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴, sfw + nsfw

SFW;

˚ ༘♡ alastor would be a very private man about his relationship, obviously he wouldn’t keep you a secret but he doesn’t brag about his darling that often, maybe if he’s missing you he would.

although when he is alone with you, i imagine he is very clingy and cuddly. if you’d had a stressful day he would offer a massage or he would play with your hair

he takes pride in his neatness and would most definitely do all the “women” chores, leaving you to lazily stay in bed while he cleans around, jazz music playing softly in the background.

if you weren’t a cannibal, i’m sorry but he would one hundred percent cook you human meat and tell you it was steak or something, and if you enjoyed it he’d say something along the lines of, “did you enjoy that darling, hm? you should have done seen as it was the remains of that very god forsaken demon who was admiring you earlier.”

breakfast in bed every morning, dinner cooked for you every noon. he just loves making sure his dear is well fed and looked out for.

he’d ask you for a dance, wether it’s out at a restaurant on a date or just in the comfort of your own room. he’d turn on the music and spin you around until your dizzy and seeing stars. “would you care to join me, mon chèri?”

even though he hates people touching his ears, he’d let you. he’d be laid between your legs and you scratch and play with them. as he’s purring beneath you he’d mumble out sweet nothings and eventually fall asleep, exhausted as he rarely rests.

if he saw another demon even looking at you he wouldn’t hesitate to ask your permission to slaughter them. if you said no he’d probably go back later and do it anyway. if it’s someone who’s much powerful then him (eg. luci) he’d probably whisk you away after death staring them and silencing them with his words, showing your his only.

NSFW;

whilst doing broadcasts, he’d have you beneath the table. gently tugging your hair to make you gag down deeper on his cock, giving him some relief if he’s stressed. usually men would crumble under this type of touch, but he remained normal. not even stuttering once. obviously underneath he’d be tensing up, trying extremely hard not to let out a groan.

he loves biting or scratching you, watching the blood trickle down before he goes back and licks it up. he’d only do this with your consent as he was raised a gentleman, and wouldn’t want to intentionally hurt you in any way.

is very rough with you but if you even let out a single noise of discomfort he’s stop almost immediately and make sure you were okay. loves pounding you into the mattress while you whimper and moan beneath him, his cock hitting your walls just right.

if you ever got into an argument with him he knew how to make you back down, he’d plant a sudden kiss to you. then grab your face and pull you back for a more intense one, his cold hands rising up your thigh to your cunt. “that’s better darling, i like it better when i’m making you moan my name, not shout it.”

he is the BEST at eating you out, having a long tongue makes it easier for him to lick your slit, before taking his tongue into your wet cunt. he’d murmur things whilst inside you, making you twitch in response. likes it better giving then receiving. loves your taste.

obviously would love to hear your noises and whimpers, but if the other hotel residents are awake he’d place his two fingers into your mouth as he thrusted into you. “hush my dear, i might have to gag you if you can’t keep yourself quiet.”

has a size kink, and a very big cock. whilst pushing himself into you, he’d praise you for being able to take it. “just like that, good girl.. take it all. you can take it.”

[sinsandsweetness]

Rickyl but they’re just mean, like real mean. Consensual obviously but they’re just kinda like use you for stress relief. Free use kink and all that jazz.

notes- I wanna be their free use housewife so bad... Thank you anon I so fuck with this. (Would do nsfw head canons for this if y’all wanted) Also I know you said mean, but I chose to keep it a little bit tame for this one. I can do mean though if you rlly want…

warnings- free use kink, throat fucking, sex, smut, slight degradation but also praising? pet names, slight daddy usage (only 2 times I think) <3

STRESS RELIEF

They entered the house all huffy and scowling. Slamming doors shut with their twitching faces. Clearly pissed off. Both of them. You figured it had something to do with Negan, given all the Savior drama going on lately.

They’d both been pretty on edge as of late. And It really wasn’t taking much to set Daryl off. You’d learned that the hard way. Rick could keep it together a little better. But not by much. So you debated with yourself what to do. You tried to wait until they calmed down, fidgeting with your nails as they loudly stormed up to your bedroom. Waiting and listening to their muffled conversation from the bottom of the stairs. Unable to make out any real words, your curiosity got the best of you. So you went upstairs, your soft footsteps were silent on the cushiony carpet. Quietly knocking on the bedroom door, you asked if everything was ok. Not knowing wether you should actually go on in or leave and give them some space. Rick pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling something about the Saviors under his breath. Daryl shook his head and sighed.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked sweetly, walking further into the room. Trying to be the supportive little angel you worked so hard to be.

Neither answered. Just clenched their jaws and fought off their tempers. Not that you did anything wrong. But some days, they could be… mean. A little bit anyway. When they were seeing red and weren’t thinking clearly before they spoke. When they’d snap at you after a long day and their words end up making you bite your lip and your eyes gloss over. They never meant it. Not really. And they always felt bad after. But it happened here and there. You’d never blame them. They just have a lot on their plates. So you take their apologies as well as you can. As well as you take everything else that they give you.

You looked up with doe eyes. Trying to get a read on the situation. What you could tell for sure, was that they did not want to talk about it.

But… they did need to let their frustrations out somehow.

The two of them a shared a look that you’d come to recognize pretty well. The muscles in their face starting to relax the slightest bit at their silent agreement. Imagining the filthy things they were about to do to you.

“No. No talking.” Rick shook his head. Finally answering your question.

You swallowed. Feeling like maybe the room was closing in on you. Just the littlest bit. The way the two men seemed to stalk even closer. Closing in on you.

“Could use your help though. With something else.” Daryl said, chewing the inside of his lip.

“W- what’s that?” You stutter. Pathetic. They hadn’t even touched you yet.

But you knew what was coming. That strange, far away look in their eyes. Focused on one thing and one thing only.

Using you.

“Strip.” Rick ordered, pulling at the hem of your shirt as you tear it off. You, being the good girl you are, were eager to please. Quickly taking your jeans off and kicking them to the side before Rick shoved you by the shoulder, forcing you to bend right over the edge of the bed.

Before you know it, you’re a absolute mess. Drunk off their cocks. Off the way they can’t keep their grabby hands to themselves. How they shove you around til they have you where they want. And fuck you exactly how they want. For however long the want. It never mattered.

You were too in love for it to ever matter.

Drool was running down your chin as your jaw went slack, allowing Daryl to fully fuck your throat to the exact pace he needed. Both hands fisting your hair as his breaths got shorter and heavier. Grunting as he switched between throwing his head back and looking down, trying his absolute hardest not to take his eyes off your pretty face.

And Rick was behind you, fingers digging hard into your hips as he pulled you back against him. He hadn’t even bothered to take your panties off, instead just pulling them to the side. Lace stretching and tearing as he pounded into you. His eyes widened as he let out the sweetest little whimper at the sight of your creamy substance coating the base of his cock. Slapping your ass with a sharp sting. Earning yet another muffled moan from your throat. He started to fuck you faster and harder, with zero regard to your comfort or pleasure.

You didn’t mind. You never do. This was for them. Not you. They’d make up for it another time. For now, you were just their pretty little sex doll, used solely to blow off some steam. You loved it. Fuck did you ever love it. Their filthy broken up sentences, praising you for how well you took them.

“Our good little slut. Always takin’ us so well, ain’t you?”

“It’s like this pussy was made for us. Just for us to use and abuse, ain’t right baby?”

And you’d gag around Daryl’s dick even more, trying to answer with a “yes.” “Yes daddy. Made for you. Both of you. Only you.” They loved that. The fact that you agree with them. That you’d do absolutely anything they ask. And even better, that you’d let them do anything they want. That you were forever getting off on being your daddies little fuck toy.

Rick kept slapping your ass, delivering quick short blows to the tender skin as you squeaked in pain. Tears threatening to fall as the two of them fucked the life out of you. But even then, not a word. Not a complaint to be heard. Everything was okay, perfect even, now that you were making your boys feel better. And that’s all that mattered. That’s what you were there for.

They picked up their pace at the sound of all the dirty noises escaping you. Fucking you even harder until they both came with a groan. Filling you up with their seed. Forced to take their loads, you swallowed every drop that Daryl gave you as you felt Ricks starting to drip and run down your leg.

You watch their chests as their breathing starts to even out. All three of you lazily slumped onto the bed. You situated right in between them, thinking about how badly you still have to cum. About how you were so fucking close when they stopped. Thinking that you should have said something, and let them draw it out of you. Even if it meant a few extra spankings for being a selfish little slut.

You squeezed your legs together to try and relieve the need. Daryl noticed first. Both of them finally coming down from their aggressive little high, minds able to focus in on you again.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He teased. Knowing that you were probably a little too shy to tell him.

Daryl would grab your hands, pulling them from between your legs. Whimpering as silently as you could manage, at the loss.

“You need more, angel? Is that it? We gotta get you all filled up again?” Rick would chime in, both of their words causing the heat to rise to your cheeks.

“What do you want, sweetie?”

You couldn’t answer. Eyes shifting between them and settling on the blanket in front of you.

“Tell us.” Rick grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him.

You tried to shake your head. To shove the feelings down and away.

“Tell us, or it’s not happening.”

“Need… need to cum.” Your voice barely even a whisper. Eyes fluttering closed in embarrassment.

And they both let out a quiet laugh. Ricks hand coming down to cup your cunt, the friction of his palm against your panties never failing to make you moan. Daryl started at your breasts, groping you so that your nipples rise in to sensitive little peaks.

“You didn’t really think we were done now, did you?”

-

taglist: @rickswh0r3 , @elnyrae

(comments and reblogs are always appreciated, xoxo)

[peachesandfictionalmen]

Jason Todd/Red Hood Headcanons

Very much dcs deadpool vibes

Like being the comedic relief of the Batfam

helps to deflect from the trama

Patronizes the criminals while patrolling to the point of annoying whoever he’s with

Loves to cook when he has the time but ends up defaulting to gym bro chicken and rice if he’s not just getting takeout to begin with

Loves milkshakes (I have no further explanation)

Is meticulously organized and well adjusted

Definitely has a headboard and amazing hygiene (almost directly because of Alfred lets be honest)

Picked up random rich boy habits from Bruce and dick

Like I imagine the entire batfam wears expensive underwear

Probably not much of a drinker, besides the occasional whisky or beer

I imagine he’d enjoy cigars tho

I saw someone say he’d smoke cigarettes especially when stressed and I can definitely see that

After all he’s been through I don’t think he’d be much into vices even though he has every reason to

He probably thinks they’re stupid

Prefers to either wallow or start punching shit when the mood strikes him

The depression workouts go hard tho

Totally drives a blacked out muscle car

Has an indoor mini herb garden and some house plants

Could definitely see him having a big dog

Definitely had a hoe phase when he first came back to Gotham

Like he’d go to bars and just wait for women to approach him

Got really good at playing pool and likes to bet thousands of dollars with people he knows can’t afford it just for kicks

Has so many books he’s close to having a library

Never forgets anyone’s birthday

Has weapons everywhere, pockets(even in his civilian clothes), every room of his home, in other peoples homes, vehicles, like he goes for change in his pocket and pulls out a switchblade or a batarang he stole

Has to force himself into exposure therapy to acclimate back to society (dick definitely forced him to sit at a coffee shop a couple times a week)

Finds women’s makeup routines fascinating

Listens to Eminem and just late 90s early 2000s rap during patrol

Or jazz, there’s no in between

This is really long- whoops

I’m honestly not even done

[baka-bakeneko]

Moonlight - Miguel O'Hara x Reader

"Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo, kiss kiss"

tags: Slight NSFW, Rest and Relaxation, soft Miguel, self-care, taking care of Miguel because he refuses to, bath sharing, body touches, web-shooting, stress relief, indulgence, hint of food play, soft foreplay, oral (reader receive), humping

word count: 4.18 k

synopsis: You treat Miguel to a night of rest and relaxation.

a/n: Soft 'Guel, soft boy, lovey boy, so sweet, so aggressive, so sweet though. So soft. He can be soft and body me rn. I'll scratch his back, he'll break mine. also how the fudge is this only 4000-ish words, i feel like i've been writing all day.

You turn on the bath faucet, sitting on the tub's edge after a long day. Miguel's computer was pinging like crazy all day, leaving you and him to track down anomalies through multiverses.

Miguel sits on the couch, waiting on your 'okay' to join him. You told him it was a night of rest and relaxation; No Lyla, no multiverse and no gizmos.

You had taken his watch off of him, locked it in the bedroom then made him some tea, gave him a face mask and some headache medication.

You ordered his favorite takeout, turned on some smooth jazz and ran your fingers through his hair in the meantime.

"Miggy?" you question to the silence.

He hums, moreso noises, at his nickname. You stand up from the tub and lean out of the bathroom.

"You ready?" your tone lilts, peeking your head to see Miguel, his legs stretched out over the chaise portion of the couch already wrapped in a plush robe.

He sets hid head up, quirking a brow at you also wrapped up in a robe. "Am I ever."

You grin at him, holding a hand out for your boyfriend to take. "C'mon, there's room for two."

"Barely, nena," Miguel adds, grabbing your small hand in his. He puts his palm to yours, spreads his fingers out to meet yours before twining his fingers between. "But I'll squeeze in after you."

You giggle, looking at Miguel. He really let you take over his self-care. His beautiful russet tresses were pulled back with a terrycloth headband, the skin under his eyes adorned with gold patches.

"You are so incredibly hot right now," you tease, though it came from a genuine place. This man bodied anomalies, literally pulled his own weight everyday yet he could take a huge step back and take care of himself.

"Yeah?" he smirks, peeking a fang at you.

You nod, reaching for the tie of your robe. "Let's be good for now. But later."

Miguel's eyes rake down your exposed front, bouncing his gaze up and down to his fourth, fifth and sixth favorite parts of you.

"Later," he repeats, pulling his eyes from your trimmed-down pussy.

You grin. "First, bath."

Miguel gulps, not even hiding it, and follows you back into the bathroom. He reaches for the overhead light switch, allowing the candles you placed to illuminate the small space.

The soft yellow glow added to the serenity of the night, the scent of lavender bubbling through the warm water.

"Strip," you order softly, turning away from Miguel to shrug off your robe.

Miguel's eyes follow your robe down your back, admiring the subtle curve of your spine. He reaches to touch your shoulder but you look back at him.

"Stripping," he says, hurriedly reaching for his robe tie then tearing the shoulders down.

Your smile returns, the tip of your tongue prodding at your bottom lip. You point your chin the direction of the tub, the water still running as the tub was halfway filled.

"You first."

Miguel eyes you for a moment, your bottom lip folding in as he moves towards the tub. He timidly steps in, turns around and sits down in the porcelain.

You give way to your excitement, seeing Miguel lounged in the jacuzzi tub. You lean in, holding onto the edge of the tub as you dip your hand in the warm water.

Miguel matches your gaze then glances as your wet hand slides up his tight abdomen to his plush pec.

"Don't keep me waiting," he murmurs, grabbing your wrist and holding it to his chest. Miguel leans in to kiss your forearm. "Get in, coneja."

You slip your foot into the tub, dodging Miguel's long legs, then the other. You wade to the opposite end of the tub, avoiding the faucet as it sprayed water down your back.

Miguel sat up and grabbed your hip, pulling you over him like a blanket. He runs his hands down your sides, entranced in the slippery feeling of your skin.

He leans in and kisses your forehead, then your temples as his hands fondled at your ass. You felt Miguel's soft cock sandwiched between your stomachs, his tip tickling at your belly button.

You squeak at Miguel's hard squeeze, leaning up to press your soapy breasts to his chest. Puckering your lips, your eyes falling half-mast to watch his lips connect with yours.

"You having fun?" you ask, sliding your hands to his shoulders, then up to the back of his neck. Your fingers curl around the stray hairs at his nape and lean in to kiss his open throat.

"Oh yeah," Miguel sighs, dropping his head back to the edge of the tub. You shift further into his hold, straddling his waist before reaching back to shut off the water.

"Stress just melting away?" you ask, running a hand down Miguel's arm to touch at his wrist.

"Just about," Miguel says, hissing at your thumb pushing at his web pore.

"Pent up?"

Miguel grunts when you push your thumb softly at the skin around it. "Hey, hey, easy."

You soothe him with a peck at his chin, run your lips down his throat. "I am, I am I promise."

Your thumb lightly runs around the sensitive pore and you felt Miguel's breath catch in his throat. "It's okay, baby."

Miguel tries to focus on relaxing, his body already there but his mind is now trained on not shooting web. "Cariña..." he warns softly, his eyes rolling back before blinking hard to stare at the ceiling.

You feel his cock hardened between you; you wisp soft breaths over his skin. "Relax, it'll feel better if you release."

Miguel grits his teeth, snapping his head up to meet your eyes. "I can't."

You quirk your brows at him, shake your head then kiss at his chest. You slide your body against his, lean into him further. Miguel reluctantly rests his head back down on the tub ledge as the two of you are enveloped in the warm water.

"Yes, you can," you whisper encouragingly, "don't think too hard about it."

You tap over his web pore, earning a soft hiss escaping his lips. Miguel tips his chin down to rest his forehead against yours.

"You're so soft," Miguel huffs, his free hand running up and down your back, gently pinching at your thigh and ass.

"Mmhmm, you are too," you tempt, kissing at his top lip. Your thumb coaxingly presses at the sensitive skin above Miguel's pore and earn a long, sated moan from his lips.

You feel the tense web shoot out of his wrist, aiming at the bathroom counter and knocking over the trash can. At the same time, you feel his cock twitch.

You massage at the skin again, giving Miguel another kiss to his bottom lip. He shoots again, this time softer in the same direction but hitting door spring. It springs, making a funny twang.

You titter against his lips; Miguel offers a lust-fueled grin back.

Once more you massage over the skin, now soft and lax, and earn a final short web. Miguel groans at the final release, not realizing he was clenching his fist until it was over.

His shoulders finally give in and slip an inch further into the water. You slither up to him, resting your head on his shoulder as he drops his offending hand back into the water.

The epsom salts soothe at his open sore, stopping the pulsation as Miguel's mind drifts off. He thinks of falling asleep here, waiting out your nice-smelling candles until the water runs cold.

Miguel thinks of going straight to bed after this, cuddling up naked in the fresh sheets you put down. He thinks of making a nice, hot igloo with the hot blankets you pulled from the dryer.

His cock twitches in response; you curl your arms around Miguel's shoulders, thinking about falling asleep against him.

You had so many more things planned for the night. Trying on some new lingerie and boxers, clipping Miguel's claws while you watched his favorite movie.

Now though, you fantasize about being carried out of this hot water and laid to bed. You two had a long day.

"Baby," you groan against his neck, nuzzling your face into him.

"Mmm," Miguel offers, pulling both arms around your waist and feeling at your soft, smooth skin in the warm water.

You smell at his skin, already tainted with lavender and sea salt. He runs a hand up to cup at your shoulder, pushing it further for him to kiss there.

"Let's go to bed?" you pout, resting your cheek on his collarbone.

"Hey, what about the rest of the night?" Miguel tries, cradling you close to him.

He rests his chin to the top of your head, ignoring the supple feel of you rubbing against him. He reaches for the bar of soap on its perch and starts to lather it on your thigh.

"We got dessert melting on the counter," he adds, shutting his eyes as he shifts his cheek to the top of your head. "We have movies to watch."

Miguel slides the soap up to your hip, then further up your side before grabbing gently at your breast. You curl onto your back, pressed against Miguel's chest.

You move to straddle one of Miguel's thick thighs, draping your arms over his shoulders and the edge of the tub. He slides the soap between your breasts, watching it slip down to your stomach.

He touches you, caresses your curves in admiration. You hum in response, your eyes fluttering when his fingers teasingly slip over your pert nipples.

"We can eat it in bed," you mutter, the thought of whipped cream dribbling down Miguel's chin and across his tight stomach.

"On our clean sheets?" Miguel asks, baring his teeth to nibble your earlobe. "I had other thoughts to dirty them."

You arch lazily, Miguel's cock grazing your hip. "This is good enough, right?"

At that, you make Miguel laugh lowly. He nudges your temple, starts lapping water over your sudsy body. "Let's get clean then figure it out from there."

You tilt up to look at Miguel, pressing your lips to his jaw. "Thank you for being a good sport about this."

Miguel grits his teeth but flashes a quick grin at you. The aggression runs through his veins but he bites it back for your sake. And he appreciates the lengths you go to making him relax.

"Only for you," he gruffs, sliding his hands up and down your now clean skin, slippier than before. Miguel takes the moment to pull you further into him, licking at your wet shoulder.

He cups your breasts, squeezes them softly before curling his arms around you in a soft hug. You take the soap from the water, lathering it in your hands before sitting up from Miguel's hold.

You turn in the tub and start at Miguel's stomach, washing in the ridges of his abdomen then further up in a figure eight over his pectorals.

Miguel sits up and leans, holding your hand to his chest again. He kisses your lips, then down to your chin and further to your throat as you did him. His lips divert at your collarbone, kissing further to your breastbone then reversing back to kiss the skin under your collarbone.

You sigh at the dark ceiling, the romantic flicker of the candles entrancing you along with the hot feel of Miguel's lips to your skin. Miguel's hand circles your stomach, then your hip and to your thigh.

He rousingly cups your ass, his cock twitching once again. You bow away from him and move to get out.

"Stay here," you tell him, leaning him back by his shoulder as you drip onto the tile floor. "I'll fix dessert. You join me when you're ready."

Miguel snarls at your leaving, his brow furrowing in want as he watches your body drip dry.

"Hermosa," he drones, the want beginning to seep into his tone. "Por favor."

You lean in and kiss Miguel's forehead, pushing him carefully back to the tub. "Relax, honey. We have all night."

You bend to pick up your robe, pull it back on and tie it shut. With another look back at Miguel, you leave the bathroom and catch your breath.

The heat accumulated in the bathroom, in the bathtub, between you too, and you didn't notice until you walked to the bedroom. You pat your skin dry in your robe then go for the gift bag left on your dresser.

You'd bought these gifts for an earlier occasion, but Miguel was too busy with work at the time. Digging through your closet to hide his watch made you stumble upon them again.

Tenderly, you dig through the tissue paper filled bags and toss Miguel's new pair of silk boxers on the clean comforter. You retrieve your new number.

Scarlet, the same shade that ran through Miguel's spider-suit. But this was strappy, a teddy with extra ribbons around the waist and lace around the panty line.

You shrug out of your robe and pull on the lingerie, tying it loosely for easy removal, if at all. You stop to admire yourself in the mirror on the dresser, acknowledging the tight pull the panties did to your butt.

Almost as admirable as Miguel's.

You undo your self-care mask, peeling the eye patches off and throwing them into the trash before pulling your headband off of your head.

You poke at your lips, already kissed and full. Satisfied, you tiptoe back to the kitchen and pop the top of the ice cream cake.

Miguel could hear you shuffling through the kitchen, sitting up after rinsing his body off. "Babe?"

You hum in response, popping your whipped cream fingers into your mouth. "You ready to come out?"

Miguel cocks his jaw, shifting to stand in the tub. He steps out, reaches into the tub to undo the plug then grabs his robe from the floor. "Yeah, I'm coming."

"Go to the bedroom, I have something laid out for you," you call out, cutting into the soft serve cake and placing a slice in a bowl. "Put them on and then sit on the couch."

Miguel stops in the bathroom, hands magnetically placing on his waist. "Babe..." he tries.

"Ah, ah, ah. Don't with that voice. Go. Change," you order, swiping your thumb along the side of the knife and bringing the remnants of the cake to your lips to suck it off.

Miguel smacks his lips but opens the door, following your orders precisely. He glances over his shoulder to you in the kitchen, his eyes lighting at the glimpse of lace and ribbon tying around your body.

Miguel walks into the bedroom, stops at the foot of the bed to eye the blue silk boxers you laid out for him. He bites back a grimace, dropping his robe to the floor and grabbing the underwear, pulling them on.

He leans back egregiously to take another long look at you in the kitchen. Miguel picks up his feet as he makes his way towards you, only for you to look over at him.

While you weren't keen on telepathy like him, you knew Miguel wouldn't follow unless you eyed him down. You nod in the direction of the couch and Miguel sighs, going to sit down.

You grab the bowls of ice cream cake along with two spoons and make your way to Miguel.

"A little treat," you coo, holding a bowl out for Miguel.

Miguel thanks you, eyes only fixated on the red enveloping your body. "You look..."

You shake your head, sitting next to Miguel as you hand him a spoon. Your eyes flash down his body, acknowledging the short silk shorts on him.

"So do you," you reciprocate, cutting off a spoonful of cake to bring to Miguel's lips. You lick at your lips, watching Miguel's mouth curve around your spoon and pull the dessert off.

Miguel hums as the ice cream melts in his mouth, the warmth from the bath combatting with the cold on his tongue. He leans in to catch your lips, immediately lapping his creamy tongue against yours.

You moan, your eyes rolling at the lavish movement of his tongue in your mouth. He pulls away, brushing his thumb along your jaw.

"Thank you," Miguel softly speaks, "for tonight."

"Aww," you pout, leaning in to kiss the inside of Miguel's wrist. "Night's not over yet, baby."

He hides a roll of his eyes, his lips pulling into a tender smile. "I know."

You cut off another piece of ice cream and hold it out for Miguel to eat. "I could treat you every night, you know that too."

Miguel's eyes close slow, taking the spoon offering and licking his lips after. The cream paints his lips with a soft shine, you lean in and kiss him again then chain another kiss to his jaw, then his earlobe.

His hand slips down your throat, to your shoulder where his thumb catches last on your lingerie strap.

"Mmm," his lips follow after your ear. "Don't I? I wish I could do the same for you."

You pull back with a soft gasp, almost offended by his statement. "Baby, you do. Everyday."

Miguel shuts you up with a third kiss, thumbing your strap down your shoulder. You smile against him, retracting and grabbing another spoonful of dessert.

"Finish your dessert," you urge.

"I'm trying," he growls, inches from your lips. "But you won't let me."

You giggle, pulling further from him. "That's for later. Relax. Enjoy."

Miguel relents, finally taking a spoon to his own dessert bowl. You pull your legs up onto the couch, crossing them before you as Miguel leans halfway against the back of the couch. One foot planted on the floor, the other tucked under him as he spoons dessert mildly.

"Good?" you ask, leaning forward to touch at Miguel's thick thigh.

Miguel nods, holding his spoon in his mouth for a moment before pulling it out. You smile, setting your bowl onto the ottoman and kneeling over to your boyfriend.

You affectionately peel the eye patches from Miguel's under eyes, running your ring fingers over the soft skin underneath.

Miguel tilts his head up to accommodate your kneeling stature, setting his bowl aside as you ran your fingers through his hair starting at his hairline, peeling the headband from his head.

He rests his hands on your waist, his fingers twitching at the fabrics adorning your body. You curl your arms around Miguel's head, giving him a slight hug.

You kiss his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his forehead and around; Miguel groans at your levity, your gentility, as he curls his arms around your waist and thighs.

"I love you," you whisper against his lips, letting the smooth jazz steal away the shock of your words.

You stare down at Miguel, your eyes misting as you gaze at him; you admire his beauty, his strength and masculinity. His normally red-tinged eyes were dulled to white due to your lubricating eye drops.

"I love you," Miguel chokes out with a sigh. He stares up at you, a beauty in your own right. The soft lighting caught onto your features, ethereality kissed your skin and made you luminous.

You push your cheek to Miguel's and nuzzle him closely, holding back on squeezing him tightly into your chest. Miguel grabs the backs of your knees, straddling you over his lap then picking you up.

He adjusts you against his waist, carrying you to the bedroom. Miguel rests you on the edge of the bed, stretches over you and lines you in the center of the bed.

He pets up your thighs, gripping at the loose ribbon tied in the small of your back. He looks down then back up, waiting for the 'okay'.

You beam at him, peeling the straps from your shoulders. "Go ahead," you sultrily breathe. "Unwrap your present."

Miguel spares a dry chuckle at you; you scrunch your nose at him and eagerly wait as he undoes the ribbon. You shimmy out of the short-lived lingerie; Miguel crumbles up the fancy suit and tosses it over his shoulder to the floor.

You run a hand down his front, your fingers catching on the elastic band of his shorts. You peel them away from him, let them snap back to his waist then again until he gets the hint.

Miguel shifts upright, tearing his shorts down to his knees; he presses his hands up to either side of your body, nudging his new shorts down from his knees before flicking them from his ankles.

He presses against your body; now that you're both dry, the friction feels a new type of delicious. In the morning, you'll offer to lather the man in lotion. But for now, your focus is on him.

You arch up to kiss his shoulder, ducking your face to kiss between his pecs and breast bone. You wrap your arms around him, drifting your fingers along the curve of his back.

Miguel cages your head in his arms, leaning down to tease your lips with a kiss. This level of intimacy felt better than being inside you, feeling all of you so exposed and raw.

He breathes down at you, his eyes drifting down the length of your body; Miguel trails ginger kisses across your body, attempting to grace every inch of your skin with his acknowledgement.

He stops at your waist, circling your navel with his nose then licking at the skin between your mound and it.

A chill runs down your spine, angling your hips into the bed.

"Miggy," you whine lowly. "I'm wet, I'm yours."

He huffs, slightly amused by your words. "I know," he reassures you, kissing down to the top of your slit. "I know you are."

Miguel tempts his tongue out and envelops your clit in a kiss. You croon, one hand clutching the clean comforter and the other going for the back of your boyfriend's head.

You run your fingers through his luxurious hair, tangling around your digits as if it were trying to hold you back. You throw your head back against the edge of the pillow, seeing stars by his subtle pressure.

He pulls away, licks between your wet folds then around them. Your hips wiggle, which Miguel notices and holds them steady.

You want to tell him it's enough, if he continues you'll be undone. But it feels too good.

Miguel says nothing back, already rutting against comforter to stimulate his aching cock. He teases his tongue into you, slips it up to your clit again and suctions on it yearningly.

His other inside wrist, the one you hadn't eased, throbs against your skin. You notice the heat along your hip, matched with the heat of Miguel's mouth and moan out again.

Your noises spur Miguel further, driving his cock harder to the bed. He slips his tongue into you again, this time lapping in and out devotedly then pulling out when he feels your walls start to contract.

You whine at his abandon, following Miguel's lips back up to your clit a third time. Your knees tremble over his shoulders, finding yourself losing grip.

Miguel rides with your movements, rutting in tandem with the thought of being in you, over you, under you. Your breaths were pitchy, your moans saccharine in his ears.

His wrist pulses excitedly, on the precipice. Miguel teases you a final time, edging his tongue into you and pumping it languidly until you seize.

"Miguel," you gasp, orgasming on his tongue and following his beautiful name with whiny moans and acute whimpers.

Miguel growls against your quivering pussy, carefully lapping up your juices as he ruts hard. He stops, huffing against your thigh, baring his fang to your flesh as he cums, lifting his hips to shoot his cum over the comforter.

At the same time, his wrist expels a long, tense web across the room; the strong fiber grabs onto the bedside lap, driving the table into the wall until it fully expels from his buildup.

Miguel catches his breath just against your stomach, his hands rubbing along your thighs in appreciation. Your eyes flutter when your orgasm finally leaves you, running your hand back and forth through Miguel's hair.

The two of you soak up the beautiful silence, the breaths you two share in tandem; Miguel kisses your navel then sits up, crawling next to you.

He drapes his arm over your body, curls his fingers over your ear. Miguel attempts to say something, find the words to pad afterwards.

His eyes say enough, his chiseled face soft and loving as he stares down at you. You tilt your chin up, nudge your nose to his.

Miguel's eyes slowly close, brushing his nose back and forth against yours. You do the same, following his slow pull into his side until you both fall asleep.

[naathanuwu]

Home sweet planetarium

(Rushed drawing by me)

Vox x masc!reader

Category: fluff

Word count: 504

Summary: You’ve been dating Vox for a few weeks. After getting cancelled on again you had enough and decided to bring the date over to Vox’s penthouse.

Warning: Light usage of cursing- it’s like one word, mentioned Valentino

The room was dark and chairs were set out perfectly to pull blankets over them. As you did just that, things were coming along. There was one more thing missing. Looking for a plug, you added the last perfect detail. A small star projector, making the interior of the blanket fort light up with stunning constellations.

To be honest you have had enough of Vox’s stressed and barely present attitude. If there was one thing you could do perfectly, it’s to prepare something nice and comforting. Something to ease the end of Vox’s long day. Soft cushions and blankets were layed out on the floor beneath the blanket roof.

(You were unsure if Vox had enough or even any comfortable bedding, so you brought your own stuff with you.)

Now adding the last few details you hear the elevator ding. Sudden excitement rises within you, wondering how your boyfriend would react. To be quite fair this is incredibly silly, but if Vox wanted something serious with you he had to deal with it.

“Uhh… what the fuck?” You could hear Vox’s voice echo through the room as he saw the odd fort. He couldn’t really make out why it was in his penthouse. All Vox could assume was that Valentino wanted to do something kinky.

You quickly crawled out of the tend and jumped up doing jazz hands. To Vox’s relief. “Surpriseeee~ I came over anyway- even tho you told me not to… yay?”

Vox just kinda stared at you and then back to the fort. He had no clue what this meant. Dating you has opened Vox to many things. One of them being silly and affectionate gestures for nothing materialistic in return. You caught onto that real quick walking up towards him.

“You’ve been working your ass off the entire week and I kinda missed you. I didn’t want to force you to do something that might exhaust you even more, so I thought why not make your home extra cozy?” You gently tucked your hand around his arm, pulling him with you towards the blanket fort. It did look ugly from the outside, you had to admit that.

Once Vox saw the interior of the blanket fort his heart melted a little. “Wow… this doesn’t look as shit as I expected.” He followed you into the tent, his gaze fixated on the stars. It was pretty odd to see something like that, especially coming from an adult.

“I know, I should’ve done this in your aquarium or something. How thoughtless of me…” You sigh out dramatically, dropping your chin onto his shoulder. The dramatic action more of a request of gratitude than genuine critique towards yourself.

Vox placed his clawed hand on your shoulder and lied back, pulling you down with him. The projected stars slowly and smoothly moving, earning Vox’s full visual attention. “This is quite nice actually… you shouldn’t have done something like that, you know?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to. Building blanket forts was one of my favourite things to do as a kid.” You shrug snuggling up to Vox.

A direct thank you would be too much to ask for, but his actions reflect his gratitude. You asked Vox about his childhood and that conversation turned into trauma bonding. Time seems to stop as Vox and you were just trapped in the (fake) starlight, eventually passing out into sleep.

A/n: Hello my beloved Vox simps and fanfic enjoyers! I hope you have enjoyed reading my sweet short fanfiction. I know that in the pole from yesterday smutt won, but I already finished this fluff fic yesterday and worked on the title drawing for it as well.

I’ll get working on the smutt fic next though! It might take a little longer cause I’m a little shy about it hehehe

Ps: Can we appreciate the little separators I made? It’s tiny Vox sending smooches :’)

[mentallyillbutokay]

OBEY ME MUSIC HEADCANONS

𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙄𝘾 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙎 + 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘼𝘽𝙇𝙀𝙎 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙊

[𝘼/𝙉: 𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣, 𝙈𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤 & 𝙍𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡. 𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨!!]

•——————•°•✿•°•——————•

Lucifer

-> Definitely Opera

-> But on quieter days, he listens to White Noise (its not even music, but Lucifer would spends hours listening to White Noise)

-> Mans can never catch a break, so the likelihood of him actually sitting down and having a peaceful evening is definitely unlikely

Mammon

-> Rock

-> Occasionally Heavy Metal

-> Imagine he's out driving, probably pissed off with Lucifer, and he starts shouting out lyrics which don't even make sense but to Mammon, it's like a stress relief

-> You might also catch him listening to Twice, it's a hidden liking because everybody expects Mammon to be some scary demon, but in reality he knows like A LOT of K-Pop songs, that he randomly hums while counting his money

Levi

-> Anime openings

-> And K-Pop songs, like too much for one person to know

-> Karaoke is his prime time to shine, he's belting his heart out

-> But he does go into hiding for a good few months if he's caught singing along in his bedroom

Satan

-> Jazz, because he radiate the energy

-> Some nice slow Jazz in the background while reading his latest bought novel

-> It also helps him to release the tension and anger in his body

Asmo

-> Again, probably pop/k-pop/j-pop really, he lives for them all

-> Livestreams himself singing and dancing to Twice songs, dressed in flamboyant outfits

-> I think he doesn't really like rock or any depressing songs because they always disgust him, but maybe after a heartbreak he'd choose something melancholy

Beel

-> Definitely songs with a good beat to them

-> Not really a lyric person, he prefers sound with a rhythm so that he can workout to a steady beat

-> I'm going to say it's canon that he'll listen to a lullaby before going to bed, it helps him to sleep (bonus points if sheep!MC jumps over him so he can count sheep)

Belphie

-> Not really a music lover

-> Probably the occasional heavy metal song can be heard coming from the attic, this is when he starts belting out lyrics Satan has written about their hate for Lucifer

-> Prefers to sleep in silence, but he'll listen to lullabies whenever Beel puts them on

Diavolo

-> Taylor Swift

-> I'm not taking any criticisms here

-> This man is an avid Swiftie once he heard about her in the human world

-> Barb has to put up with his same shit every day, like I mean the same song on repeat, I feel bad for Barb

Barbatos

-> Honestly, I don't think this man listens to music

-> Like at all

-> He prefers silence

Simeon

-> Not so much songs, but harp playing

-> It's very angelic and beautiful to him, no lyrics interrupting the gentle playing

-> Gonna say its canon he purchased a harp to practise on, but he realised how difficult it was to play

Luke

-> K-Pop stan

-> He secretly enjoys whenever Asmo invites him to sing along to Twice & IZ*ONE

-> Although, he feels at ease to sit beside Simeon and listen to harps playing

-> He likes whatever Simeon likes, let's be honest

Solomon

-> Metal

-> I never really liked Solomon, but him with tattoos and listening to metal is one of the hottest things I could ever imagine

-> The occasional Twice song will pop into his head (blame Asmo for that)

Thirteen

-> Her favourite song is CPR (no, I will not be taking criticisms)

-> She prefers pop music to anything else, but she'll given all genres a chance

-> She also likes metal (hangs out with Mammon too much)

Mephisto

-> Lmfao, you think this dude likes music?

-> No no, he records Diavolo talking and he listens to that

-> Although, let's be honest, if Mephisto admires Diavolo that much, he will listen to whatever Diavolo listens to and then try to start up a conversation with him about the music

Raphael

-> He likes silence

-> Thinks that any genre of music is disgraceful

-> He will happily sit alone and enjoy the comfortable silence that surrounds him

[yakuzacanons]

Karaoke And Music Headcanons - Yakuza 1-4 Protagonists Edition

Karaoke is one of my favorite parts of Yakuza and they are genuinely bangers tbh, plus the VAs do a great job so here are some of my thoughts on how our protags are when they go out to karaoke and what they like to listen to.

Kazuma Kiryu

Mostly listens to classic rock. Has a small vinyl collection at Morning Glory tucked away into a corner of his room. However, he rarely listens to music loudly as he does not want to disturb the kids.

Will not dance to music but will bob his head to the beat. Sadly his dancing days are behind him, along with the bubble era. He didn’t mind cutting loose on the dance floor when he was in his early 20′s though.

On the other hand, he loves karaoke. He will usually go by himself and just belt out his favorite songs. It’s honestly a form of stress relief for him. Sometimes he’ll take the kids with him and they all have a blast.

Since he does enjoy singing, he is extremely proud of Haruka for pursuing an idol career. He will never brag about Haruka to others to avoid ruining her chances at success but secretly he is THE proudest dad. Will memorize all the words to anything she sings.

Majima Goro

Mostly listens to pop music. Prefers 80′s and 90′s pop but anything on the radio suits his taste. If it’s catchy, he likes it.

Is very bad at memorizing lyrics so he hums all the time instead. He often gets caught at work humming some jingle to himself. Only knows all the words to his company construction song.

Despite this, he loves writing his own silly songs in his head. Usually they’re rather silly. He loves to annoy Saejima with whatever random tune he’s come up with.

At karaoke, he is good at singing if it’s a song he is somewhat familiar with. If he has never heard it before, he will just improv his way through most of it, cackling to himself. He prefers dancing to singing karaoke.

Saejima Taiga

Like Kiryu, he’s more of a rock guy. Also fond of blues. More of an old school music fan. He’s not up to date on new singers or bands.

He’s very self conscious so he will not play music on speakers or sing out loud. He prefers to wear headphones while listening to music. You might catch him humming VERY quietly to himself, which sounds like a low rumbling almost.

Rarely seen at karaoke but Majima drags him there anyways. Even if neither of them know the words or are good at singing, Majima wants to make up for lost time with his sworn brother.

Very shy when he sings but once he gets going, he has a smooth bassy voice. Prefers to do backup. Great at keeping a beat with a tambourine.

Akiyama Shun

Up to date on all the music trends. Part of the territory with running a hostess club, honestly. He picks up a lot of new music from the girls there.

As an extension of his work, sometimes he takes his hostesses to karaoke as part of their training for after hours dates. They’re all a little intimidated when he does this as he tends to sing better than all of them.

Loves going to karaoke, especially with Hana as she is the only one who can keep up with his energy. They sing a lot of duets.

He’s big on love songs. Akiyama is a romantic and daydreamer at heart so his music taste reflects that. Loves a sappy ballad. Also really into jazz music but he doesn’t talk about it much and prefers to listen to it in the comfort of his home when he’s trying to unwind.

Tanimura Masayoshi

Being able to speak so many languages has given way to Tanimura exploring a lot of world music. He’s really into k-pop lately but will not admit it, even if you ask him. The other cops tease him for it but he and Mei Hua bond over it. He is also fond of rap music.

He’s very shy about singing and will try to avoid karaoke as much as possible. However, if he does get roped into it, he’s a pretty decent singer, albeit he does tend to sing rather softly.

Surprisingly fond of dancing and is kind of good at it. He tries to learn choreography from k-pop or j-pop routines in his spare time as he finds it both entertaining and good exercise. Helps him stay light on his feet.

Usually listens to music with a pair of earbuds and a music app on his phone. Since he’s always on the go, he doesn’t really have any form of music system at his apartment.

Bonus Round! Haruka Sawamura

Despite being an idol, she’s pretty neutral on most pop music. She is partial to girl groups and other girl idols as she looks up to them but she mostly ever listens to them as a means to better understand the industry rather than out of enjoyment.

Actually a metal fan but keeps it under wraps. Listens to music using earbuds and will quietly mouth the lyrics to herself under her breath.

At karaoke though, Haruka will always belt it out. She’s a lot like Kiryu in that way. They have the best jam sessions at karaoke.

She is not shy about singing at all, given her career. However, she is not the showboating type and will never brag or boast about her abilities. She’s very humble and to this day compliments on her singing make her blush.

[dailyoyo]

GGs ranked by how quickly they would resort to murdering their friends if they were stuck in a timeloop (Real edition)

my sincerest fucking apologies to pseud for what ive done to their blog.

THAT SAID: on account of this being very long and very grim to the point that most of it is too grimdark to even be funny anymore i am putting it under a readmore. This is a half-joke half-serious post about the ggs getting stuck in a time loop and murdering each other so like. you get what you click on.

also these are all specifically based aroudn our interps/jet set radio paradox obviously so bear that in mind lol

RULES TO MINIMIZE VARIABLES: only one of them knows they're in a time loop, each is a separate scenario where the listed character is the one who knows and remembers. they do not know why the loop is happening and they do not know how to stop it. the span of time the loop happens is relatively normal, though dangerous enough events happen (maybe just normal jsr stuff) that people may accidentally die during it depending on the exempt character's actions. everyone who dies during a loop is alive again when the date rolls back over. everything is back to square one. no consequences. 14. Pots pots is a dog, even if a highly intelligent one. assuming he can even grasp the idea of a time loop (unlikely) i believe it is even further unlikely that he would recognize it as a bad thing. very possible he just stays in the time loop contentedly forever 13. Soda it takes like a week (or until the first "someone dies and comes back") for him to even notice he's in a timeloop (general apathy/depression?). but when he does notice he's pretty together about it. obviously he wants out but he's literally got all the time in the world, he doesn't need to do stupid traumatic shit just to see what happens. he's got this.

12. Jazz WHY WOULD MURDER EVEN BE PART OF THIS EQUATION WHAT THE FUCK? shes not gonna kill anybody and would think its super fucked to even raise the idea. how is that supposed to help. That said. she does keep repeatedly explaining she's in a time loop almost every loop and it is getting to the point that she kiiiiinda wants to strangle someone or two as stress relief because by god is she stressed. she Won't, she's got more sense than that, but. But…

11. Boogie i think she never really goes full murdermode or anything and the very idea of that happening would shock and disturb her, but surprisingly early on she gives into the impulse to push one of the other ggs into traffic (it doesn't matter anyway, right?) and watches them get ran over. and she's like O_O oh jesus fuck that was horrible. and she never kills anyone again during the loops but it HAUNTS her and makes her nervous abt the idea that she COULD do it again.

10. Gum she's mostly level headed, i think, so she wouldn't be quick to resort to madness. but give her enough time and she starts feeling desperate and does some scary shit in the hopes that maybe somehow they'll at least remember next time. like more than anything i think it's the isolation of it that gets to her. maybe she doesn't progress to outright intentional murder, maybe she only tries it once or twice to see if it fixes anything (it doesn't). while she doesn't go full-blown axe-crazy she DOES become incredibly dangerous and desperate to just not be the only one who remembers.

9. Garam while his nerves end up aaaabsolutely shot and he loses all his patience to see the same day happening over and over, i think it would honestly take a while for him to become a danger to the ggs. he'd rather take out his stress on Literally Anything Else. that said he'd reach a point where he accidentally kills someone for real (whether a gg or an unrelated party) and it fucks him up reallll bad, but whether it fucks him up in a "fine whatever i can kill people who cares" way or a "I NEED TO BE CAREFUL THIS NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN HOLY FUCK" way depends on the circumstances.

8. Beat honestly? unless something in particular causes him to suspect one of the ggs is responsible for the loop, it takes a while for it to even occur to him that killing his friends is an option. like maybe he might end up killing the GGs' enemies and maybe even rivals, but if you brought up the idea of killing his FRIENDS to him he'd be like "wait huh??? but why even????" that said, though, keep him in there long enough and he might develop a severe god complex and start doing it purely to power trip.

7. Combo putting him in a time loop i think would really be the last straw in his miserable life. maybe he deserves the right to kill someone at this point really. while he focuses intently on trying to find a way to break the loop, as it all begins to grate on him he really just stops giving a shit about much of anything. the murder isn't a constant thing, more like one or two good ol' kill em all style breakdowns, and obviously it only makes him feel sick to his stomach when the date rolls over, but what can he even do about it?

6. Clutch he tries to play it cool at first and not think about it too hard but it isnt long before a sort of prey animal panic is invoked in him and hes like. I gotta get outta here. I gotta get out of here. Oh my god i gotta get the hell out of here. and it doesn't help that hes really not close with these guys yknow. and any concern from the ggs he reacts to with escalating violence until he reaches the point he's killing them multiple times in hopes that gives him a way out. eventually he just gives up

5. Corn at first the thought of killing his friends doesnt even cross his mind but he becomes increasingly desperate to understand what's happening and soon enough it's a last resort. it's all very methodical testing the limits of the loop and himself, not explaining anything to anyone else because they'll forget anyway and becoming increasingly hostile and isolationist. he doesn't want to but He's out of options. He has to FIGURE IT OUT.

4. Roboy what bothers him more than anything else is the feeling of helplessness over the whole thing and even if the others COULD help him he's not going to try to get their help. he kills the other ggs to feel less powerless, like he has any sort of control over the situation, and all it does is make him feel worse and worse and worse. maybe eventually reaches a point where he starts deleting his memories of the resets in the hopes this breaks the vicious feedback loop but all it does is ensure the cycle never ends.

3. Yoyo If you put yoyo in a situation where nothing he does matters and none of his actions have consequences he will do increasingly crazy dumb shit because it's not like it matters anyway. and he will undergo EXTREMELY RAPID psychological decay that DOES end in him killing members of the ggs just to see what effect it has both on the loop and on others' psyches. and he will just assume that the loop is forever and ever with no way to ever break it.

2. Cube cube upon realizing she and she alone is in a timeloop will rapidly come to the conclusion that she is in actual literal hell. everything wrong with her will come to the surface at once. she will suffer a severe psychological break SO fast and the streets will run red. maybe she's enjoying it. maybe she isn't. but she is convinced this HAS to happen. and that she deserves it. 1. Mew As soon as Mew finds out that deaths don't stick she's going to massacre all of the GGs just to see how it feels. just once. to try it. it's fine. it doesn't matter. Where did she get that higurashi cleaver

bonus: with the way i joke about zero beat maybe he doesnt even notice hes in a time loop until After hes maimed someone to death. i dont know man. im lying. who fucking give a shit