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We love a repurposed blog
I only rp on discord so this will just be another writing blog. If you wanna rp tho just send a message or dm my main blog uwu
The rp That was here will stay but it absolutely wasn’t going in a lewd direction. That was family fluff basically. I’m not a gross bitch ocjsknfmsw
Whoops mixed my blogs up ofjakdj
I never reblog things correctly
Btw if anyone has any requests for stories or plots I’ll see if I can do them
I have maybe two stories planned for this blog but I still need to write the nsfw parts ofjskfjkw
Ya know,,,,, the whole point of this blog ohcosjdks
Could’ve named this blog ‘The Hoest’
smh my head gfjkhsgkf
Every time I attempt to write smut it’s like I forget every thought imaginable gfhjksgfjk I am trying. Surely I will improve with practice right??? gfjkhsghk
@emptynarration @dirty-brain-alvie @juju-on-that-yeet
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Yancy grunts as he’s pushed against the prison cell’s bars. His head is spinning, but at least the cold steel helps with his throbbing headache. “Youse a lil bitch, ya know that?” Well, not very ‘little,’ but he has to run his mouth. No one’s watching, at least. Quiet night.
“At least I can fight,” a gruff voice teases behind him. “You got a decent ass, but I think I’ve made up my mind.” Rough hands grab his hips, spinning him around and forcing him to his knees.
"Well, they will simply have to get over it." I stalk over, turn the radio off, and sit in Host's lap. "Dear, no more stalling. You. Are. Mine~" I growl and kiss him rough and deep, holding him by the face to keep him in the kiss.
Host is in the middle of a sentence when you turn the radio off. “Oh.” He holds you in his lap, tilting his head innocently. “The Host supposes he did promise a prize, didn’t he?”
He lets you control the kiss, whining dramatically at how rough it is. “Alvie... so mean~” He’s held there, but he makes no move to fight it. He knows he’s a bastard and deserves this. “So possessive. It’s charming, in a way.”
-from the safe blog- I smile at the sight of the cabin. "Finally..." I pant and stomp to the door. "You should have thought about that before sending me in there, dear~" Then kicks the door in. "Now then, about my prize~"
Host jumps as the door’s kicked in. “The Host just fixed that door.” He backs away with a wary grin. “Alvie did good to survive... even if that wasn’t planned.” He tsks. “A pity. He promised his listeners a longer story.”
He goes and sits at his desk again like nothing happened. He speaks into the radio as per usual and tells his listeners that the story is ending.
Ok if someone really really loves Host I could use help on a wip ocsjkfjsk
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God just,,, take this,,, I tried man gfhjkdsgfkhj
Someone (@juju-on-that-yeet) gave me the ideas for some cowboys so here’s an attempt gkfdhsgk As I keep writing stuff like this I’m sure I’ll get better lol It ends a bit abruptly but oh well
@emptynarration @dirty-brain-alvie
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Host always had particular tastes. Being a bandit made him accustomed to danger and the like, but he was different. He constantly showed how different he was, especially to his willing boyfriend, Eric.
The metallic taste of one of Host’s dual pistols had long become familiar to Eric. At one point, this would be very threatening, but after everything that happened, he just knows Host is being a kinky bastard. At least the bandit had the decency to make sure the barrel was empty. Eric would be too scared to do this regularly otherwise.
“Ya always sound so pretty doin’ this for me~” Host purred in Eric’s ear. He shoved the gun’s barrel in further, earning a wonderful, muffled gasp from the other.
Tears were pricking in the corners of Eric’s eyes. Not like Host could see that. He gently held the hand holding the gun, shivering as Host went harder. He choked slightly, opening his mouth more to take more of the weapon in. His noises were hypnotizing to Host’s ears.
“Such a good boy, angel~” Host took out his gun, brushing his thumb over Eric’s lips. “Ya drive me crazy~” He pulled Eric forward to kiss him deeply, tasting hints of his metallic gun and a bit of candy Eric was munching on before. Such a sweetie.
They parted eventually, with Eric panting heavily against Host’s lips. He leaned towards the hand cupping his cheek lovingly. “Host… wh-why do you always want me, um… doin’ that?”
“I want ya to do a lot more, but I can settle for this.” Host chuckled, pecking Eric’s lips quickly. “Besides, ya just sound too damn cute to not do that. You’d have a holy man beggin’ on his knees wit’ all this.” He could feel how hot Eric’s face was. That must be the cutest blush dusted all over his angel. A sight people would kill for.
“So ridiculous…”
“Ya think ya can do more, angel?”
Eric was prepared to say yes to the gun again, only for Host to grab his hand with a mischievous grin. His hand was guided down Host’s torso, until he could feel his crotch. As if it was even possible, he blushed harder once he felt how aroused Host was. All because of some sounds? At least he was doing something right.
“Oh my…” Eric gulped, hand shaky on Host’s pants.
“Well~?” Host teased with a chuckle. “We can stop if yer not comfortable.”
“Um…” Eric shook his head, “no, I-I can do that. I wanna, w-wanna make you feel good.”
Host cooed at him, petting his hair. “Such a sweet boy~ I don’t deserve ya.” He leaned back against his chair, grin widening. “Go on then. Give me all ya got~”
This bastard was really making Eric do all the work tonight. Still, he slowly went down to his knees and settled between Host’s thighs. At least Host kept petting through his hair, which was comforting.
He went to undo Host’s pants, going a bit slow since his hands were shaky. His boyfriend was more tense in anticipation, but still had a hint of his smirk. How was sucking on a gun easier than this?
Eric froze as he heard someone open the door, but was, kinda, relieved to see it was Dark. He backed away from Host in his panic, staring up at Dark in shock.
“Looks like I walked in on somethin’ nice~” Dark chuckled. He walked over, placing his hands on Eric’s shoulders. “Can I get a taste of our darlin’ too~?” Host snickered, not minding the interruption since it was just Dark. This could be more fun too, anyway. “I don’t see why not~” “Oh…” Eric blushed more. Long, long night ahead of him.
How’s when I realize I’m not sure how to really write nsfw kfskkfjsk
Misunderstanding
First story here and it’s a funny one fgkhsg
This is my magic au, which can be found here! Not many of the rules are used but just know that Author and Host are hitmen basically. I’ll write more serious things I swear-
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Author coughed into his hand, wiping away whatever came up. “Ugh…” His eyes were teary, but not because of sadness, but because of the man that was pulling and petting his hair now. It was compromising, being on his knees and all, but he always found ways to take control back.
“Damn, you’re good at that,” the man praised with a snarky chuckle. He didn’t even bother rebuttoning his pants and covering himself up, which told Author that there was more to come. Literally. “You got more of that in you?”
Shame some things needed to be changed. “I do,” Author wiped the spit off his chin and grinned, “but Mr. Jackson wanted to send a message.”
The hand on Author’s hair tensed. “What was that?” But the man didn’t get another word in, not while Author grabbed his arm and pulled him to the ground.
It was a quick kill. One that Author decided to make, relatively quick and painless, since the guy gave him some fun. With one loud snap, the man laid on the floor with a broken neck. Dick out and everything, which made Author laugh a bit.
“Alright, that’s another paycheque.” Author’s voice sounded raspy from the abuse. Brutes like his target were never gentle, but he could handle it. One quick look in the mirror showed a very messy Author, with tear tracks down his face and tousled hair. Still looked hot.
Host came into the room after a moment, not nearly as messy looking. Author was still fixing his hair as he waved.
“Everything go well?” He asked.
“The Host killed Mr. Lawerence’s brother. He assumes Author was successful with his job.” Host walked in and saw the body. Well, he narrated about it, and sighed heavily. His brother seemed to have a cocky smile, knowing what he was about to say. “Author… god damnit.”
“What?” Author wiped his face to get rid of the tear tracks.
“Why did he sleep with another hit?” Host scolded. “There was no reason for that. They only needed to get close to their victims.”
“Oh, I got close alright,” Author laughed. “But I only sucked his dick. Nothing too bad.”
“Dark hates it when Author does this…”
“Dark can eat my ass. I wanted some fun out of this.” Author got out his phone and crouched next to the body. He took a quick selfie, making sure to stick out his tongue. Dark’s reaction to what he sent was… to be expected, but at least he didn’t include his hit’s lower half. “Alright,” he stood up and grinned, “help me get rid of evidence?”
If Host could roll his eyes, he would have twenty times by now. “Fine…” He narrated something under his breath, but instead of anything to get rid of things, a water bottle appeared in his hand. “Here,” he tossed it to Author, “drink. Author sounds like he’s sick.”
“Not my fault the guy was big.” Author took a big swig, clearing his throat. “Shame he had to die. I had fun with it.”
“The Host really doesn’t want to hear it.” Next step was to narrate the guy until he was reduced to nothing. Easy to get rid of evidence when they had reality-bending powers.
The room was cleaned with some helpful writings from Author. Soon enough, they both were ready to go back home.
“I’m tired as hell.”
“Then come on, the Host is tired of Author’s nonsense.” He made his way to walk out of the room, expecting Author to follow.
“Are you limping?”
Host stiffened. Damn, he thought he hid that well. “The Host… got injured in a fight.” There was a slight blush on his face.
“Bullshit!” Author laughed. “And you tried to shame me for sucking my hit off! You’re no better!”
“Just shut up and keep walking!” Host huffed. He tried to walk properly, to no avail. Author practically laughed the whole way home, teasing Host relentlessly as if he was any better. Truthfully, they were both horrible people, and not just because they killed. Somehow they make the act of killing a more dirty act than necessary.
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Oh okies I can rp in tumblr dms! Feel free to message me, but if you don’t mind, can you message my main blog @lamiasluck? I pay attention to my dms more there uwu
Are you open to rping in Dms? i like the way you write your muses :<
Oh thank you!!
I’m more comfortable rping in discord uwu I’m still new to rping, but I think I’m getting the hand of it!
Virgil shifted when he heard Issac, rubbing his eyes. He felt some wetness, so he rubbed with the floppy sleeves of his gown. He didn’t like crying, he decided. But that came with not feeling happy, didn’t it?
“I’m.. not hurt..”, He mumbled, shifting to sit up. He kept his head hanging lightly. Should he ask him? Should he really bother him with not knowing something? He had no idea what had happened, what that had been. If it was normal, or if it was something he had to worry about.
“I slept.”, he decided on informing Issac at the very least. No need to bother him with whatever had happened. If it happened again, he could ask him about it. Though maybe that meant it was normal. He wasn’t sure. “Sorry.”, he mumbled, not sure himself what he said sorry for. Being how he was, likely. He wasn’t exactly how Issac likely wanted a friend to be. He probably couldn’t be a friend to him anyways. Why was he trying? He wasn’t sure. He certainly shouldn’t think so negatively, he knew that. He wasn’t supposed to be negative.
Eyes a dull golden colour, he didn’t doubt he looked near sickly. He was supposed to be happy, positive, a good friend. So being the opposite of that was against his purpose, especially now that he had found his friend. He shouldn’t be sad when he was with his friend, when he should be happy. “Sorry..”, he repeated, quieter, rubbing his eyes again. Be happy. Be happy. You’re with your friend, and you’re supposed to make him happy. Can’t do that if you’re not happy.
He grabbed his bell, wishing he could let his stars take these bad feelings. But Issac was here, and he didn’t want to bother him with them. So he just tried to ball his feelings into a tiny crumpled up thing, burying it in his chest, so no one could be bothered by it again.
Issac, admittedly, felt bad seeing Virgil so upset. There were only so many conclusions as to why the other was in such a state. “So you can sleep,” he hummed in thought. “Did you have a nightmare? They’re quite common.”
Glancing back at the closed door, he sighed and slowly kneeled down beside Virgil’s bed. While his face was still seemingly expressionless, he reassured the other. “Calm down. There’s nothing to be sorry about.”
He took in Virgil’s appearance and grimaced slightly. Virgil looked sick, clearly shaken up. Would medicines work on him if he was sick? Most likely not. “You need to get used to everything,” he explained. Truly, he made conclusions out of nothing, but he was trying. “Surely, this must be strange for someone like you.”
He stood up and backed away to the door. He held the doorknob and looked at Virgil once more. “A maid will bring you the clothes you wore yesterday. Today we should focus on getting you adjusted and accommodated with other clothes and that dagger I promised you.” He opened the door. “I’ll be waiting nearby. Perhaps some breakfast will do you good.”
Virgil nodded lightly at the instruction. If he got lost -he knew he would get lost- he’d call for someone. He didn’t like the thought of it that much, but he supposed if there was nothing else he could do, he would have to.
“Can.. Can I have.. my stars.. when I’m alone? In.. my room?..”, Virgil asked Issac softly as they walked again. He liked having them, they helped him feel less lonely. And he’d be alone in the room too, so it wasn’t like someone would see them! He hoped he could have them at least there, sometimes. When he really needed them. Well, “needed”. Wanted, rather.
Before Issac left him alone, Virgil, on an impulse, quickly hugged him. More hugging his legs, seeing how small Virgil was, but still. He just quickly squeezed Issac, holding himself close to him, before scurrying off quickly into his room. He knew he shouldn’t have, and he was certain Issac wasn’t happy about it, but.. he was rather certain he wouldn’t get any physical affection from Issac. Probably at all, from the first impressions he had gotten.
He did let the servants help him a little, mostly since he wasn’t used to staying anywhere. He climbed into bed this time, amazed by how soft and comfortable it was. Sleeping was just laying still and closing your eyes, right? He could likely manage that. If he could sleep, he would! Hopefully.
Issac did say that Virgil could have his stars alone in his room. No harm in that since no one should be entering his room uncalled for. At the hug, Issac froze and stared down at Virgil in surprise. He didn’t reciprocate the action, but he just let it happen. That probably wouldn’t be happening again anytime soon. He blamed it on Virgil having a child-like mind.
Once Issac did finally fall asleep, he found himself dreaming that he was a child again. What a nightmare. The orders, the neglect, the harsh discipline. Being pushed around. It made him frown slightly in his sleep and stir.
This wasn’t an uncommon nightmare for him. As much as he doesn’t show it, his past had an effect on him. This time, however, was different. There was someone there for him. A friend. Something he knew he needed back then. Something too good to be true. It made him snap awake and go back into reality. Back to his lonely ways.
He slowly got up and got ready for the day. He needed to do a mix of getting used to Virgil and actual work. He shouldn’t mess with his regular schedule too much, after all.
Virgil had troubles with sleeping. He was so focused on thinking, on feeling, that he couldn’t rest. But he was enjoying how soft the bed was, how comfortable, and how nice it was to just lay and do nothing. He didn’t need to search anymore, since he had found what he searched for.
Sleep claimed him, and it was something he’s never experienced before. Time passing without his awareness -how strange that was. The strange thing was the dreaming though -experiencing something so different, so strange. It was nothing bad. A bit of a warped memory, experiencing things a little differently than they had happened.
But dreaming startled Virgil so badly that he woke up, nearly falling out of bed. He didn’t know what that had been, what that had been about, why that had happened. He was still in the palace, he could still feel Issac nearby, but- but- he whimpered, unsure if he could go search for Issac and bother him about it. He’d know what that had been, right? He’d be able to tell him, right?
He stayed in his room, curling up again, holding his bell against his chest. He shouldn’t give his feelings away again, because he knew he needed to deal with them. But it was so awful. He felt so bad. He didn’t want to bother Issac, because he didn’t want him to dislike him. He didn’t want Issac to get annoyed with him. He didn’t want Issac to not want him around, just because he was so… so him. Not like Issac.
Eventually, Issac left his room and made his way to Virgil’s. He wondered how last night was for the other. Sleeping must be weird for someone who’s never done it before. Did he need to teach Virgil basic things that he wouldn’t otherwise know? This really would be like having a child if that was the case.
The guards standing by Virgil’s room stood at attention at the sight of the king. Issac dismissed them and set them on their way to do something else. He knocked lightly on the door and called out.
“Are you awake yet?” It was decently early in the morning. A king always had to work tireless hours. “My apologizes if it’s too early. If you even managed to sleep, that is.”
He waited a moment as he thought to himself, before deciding to go in. What if Virgil disappeared during the night? There was a certain relief as he saw that the other was okay, but clearly Virgil wasn’t doing well. He closed the door behind him and approached slowly.
“What happened?” he asked, voice laced with a hint of concern. “Are you hurt?”
Virgil nodded lightly at the instruction. If he got lost -he knew he would get lost- he’d call for someone. He didn’t like the thought of it that much, but he supposed if there was nothing else he could do, he would have to.
“Can.. Can I have.. my stars.. when I’m alone? In.. my room?..”, Virgil asked Issac softly as they walked again. He liked having them, they helped him feel less lonely. And he’d be alone in the room too, so it wasn’t like someone would see them! He hoped he could have them at least there, sometimes. When he really needed them. Well, “needed”. Wanted, rather.
Before Issac left him alone, Virgil, on an impulse, quickly hugged him. More hugging his legs, seeing how small Virgil was, but still. He just quickly squeezed Issac, holding himself close to him, before scurrying off quickly into his room. He knew he shouldn’t have, and he was certain Issac wasn’t happy about it, but.. he was rather certain he wouldn’t get any physical affection from Issac. Probably at all, from the first impressions he had gotten.
He did let the servants help him a little, mostly since he wasn’t used to staying anywhere. He climbed into bed this time, amazed by how soft and comfortable it was. Sleeping was just laying still and closing your eyes, right? He could likely manage that. If he could sleep, he would! Hopefully.
Issac did say that Virgil could have his stars alone in his room. No harm in that since no one should be entering his room uncalled for. At the hug, Issac froze and stared down at Virgil in surprise. He didn’t reciprocate the action, but he just let it happen. That probably wouldn’t be happening again anytime soon. He blamed it on Virgil having a child-like mind.
Once Issac did finally fall asleep, he found himself dreaming that he was a child again. What a nightmare. The orders, the neglect, the harsh discipline. Being pushed around. It made him frown slightly in his sleep and stir.
This wasn’t an uncommon nightmare for him. As much as he doesn’t show it, his past had an effect on him. This time, however, was different. There was someone there for him. A friend. Something he knew he needed back then. Something too good to be true. It made him snap awake and go back into reality. Back to his lonely ways.
He slowly got up and got ready for the day. He needed to do a mix of getting used to Virgil and actual work. He shouldn’t mess with his regular schedule too much, after all.
