angel dust redesign🕷️
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and since theyre the first sinner ive posted, they get a human design!
rambling under the cut
(if my handwriting in the second image is unreadable you can check the id)
-angel dust was a sinner that died in 1948. they were a member of a large mafia family and led a secret life as a drag queen
-they were born into the family, and were unable to leave bc. you know. life of crime
-much of their family looked down on them and mocked them bc of their feminine mannerisms
-they had a particularly bad relationship with their father, who saw them as a failure of a son
-so they turned to drag and underground queer clubs instead (angel dust was their drag name that they adopted full time after dying, anthony was their "real" name)
-they also turned to cocaine, often stealing from their family's stash
-their death happened because they were lousy hiding the tracks of their theft- the family got a tip off that angel had been stealing and that they were currently in an aforementioned queer club
-mafia family storms the queer club, angel comes out off their head on cocaine, their father finds then and shoots them in the chest before slamming their head against the wall repeatedly, killing them
-their and all of their family's (except their sister) demon forms are spiders, symbolising the web of lies they spun😎 because angel died in drag they also have a much more feminine demon form
-they enjoyed life in hell for a while, but soon enough other members of their family started dying and began looking for them. this caused them to flee to the nearest hiding space they had, a place called Valentino's that promised a safe haven against any threats
-as we know this promise is absolute bullshit
-angel signed the contract that allowed them entry to valentino's. they were panicked and signed it hastily, not looking at the fine print.
-they become trapped at valentino's, forced to be a prostitute
-until valentino himself visits and likes the look of angel, deciding that he wants angel for himself
-he takes on angel as a prostitute/porn star/stripper/whatever valentino wants them to be today, with valentino abusing them behind the scenes
-valentino lovebombs them often, buying them expensive gifts they are required to wear and feeding their drug habit
-despite being famous, most of the money angel makes goes straight into valentinos pocket. this is what leads them to finding charlie's hotel, as they do not have enough money to pay rent and the happy hotel offers free accommodation.
-angel's best friend is cherry bomb, an anarchist who wants nothing more than to free them- but she has no money, no connections and is banned from most places on sight due to her habit of blowing stuff up. when angel dust gets sad and mopey, she gets angry for them
-angel uses they/them, but hell isnt the most progressive place, so few demons use it for them. they dont really care though, they have bigger things to worry about
-they actually physically cannot harm valentino, as part of their contract states that any harm valentino goes through also happens to them
-they like to keep up with the latest trends, and have a decent sinstagram following
-they are hypersexual due to trauma
-i think thats it. if i forgot smth im gonna be so mad
oki thanks for reading :33
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A Flashy Plan | b.tc
Captain Buggy x Crew!gn!Reader
Genre: Smut, Crack
Summary: A tough day and a tired crew calls for correction in the captain's quarters
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: sub!buggy, gn!reader, but you can imagine reader with a strap or a dick, unprotected sex (bad !), overstimulation, improper use of the chop chop fruit, buggy's head is elsewhere, semi public sex, multiple orgasms, buggy is a babygirl honestly, and a brat too
A/N: I said I would write it and I did! Look at me keeping promises for once lmao. I hope you all enjoy and dont forget to reblog with your thoughts <3
Today had been a rough day for the Buggy Pirates. There were two attacks, both just outside bordering islands, which meant they couldn’t stop for supplies for quite a while. Stopping meant bringing the attacking pirates near the island, which would cause panic, which would cause bounty hunters and marines to appear at the mere sight of their flag. No, they had to flee, and quickly.
Now, afloat the east blue with no real course yet, the crew was in sore spirits, especially their Captain. Buggy had been extra mopey– extra mean to everyone, and that included you. You and the captain had a…special relationship. Sleep together occasionally, cuddle occasionally, but that was the extent of it. It was just two pirates trying to find sense in this barren sea, and you two happened to end up naturally floating together, pun intended.
You were fed up. All of the crew had suffered losses today. They were starved, thirsty, and just wanted to rest but that was impossible when aboard the ship of the man to be King of the Pirates. Buggy was just making everything worse by poking the bear.
“You all suck! Not a very flashy move to flee an island all because of some lowly pirates. We could've done better.” He spits at nobody in particular, but he looks at you briefly and it sets something off inside of you. The crew disperses and you immediately make your way to the clown.
Buggy is back in his captain’s quarters, bent over the desk and presumably overlooking something, while mumbling to himself. You walk in and quietly close the door behind you, tip-toeing behind him and whispering in his ear, “So what wasn’t flashy about avoiding us getting caught by marines, hm?” You smirk and feel him stiffen at the desk.
“I- I didn’t mean you y/n! You were fine I just think that–”
You don’t let him finish, Spinning him around and pinning him to the desk, leaning fully into his space now,
“Think what? That we are no better than lowly pirates? You know better than to insult your crew during such a hard time, Bugsy.” The nickname rolls off your tongue smoothly, sending a shiver down Buggy’s spine. Outside, he’s the captain, but in his attempt to escape the harsh reality of a Captain’s burdens, he submits in the bedroom.
You, on the other hand? You like control, dominance. You like to feel like you have a grip on whatever flimsy string life is, and this is how you take that initiative. It’s a great dynamic and there have been no complaints from Buggy’s end. Well…Unless we are talking about his rear end…
“Fuck y/n wait, I- I’m sorry okay let’s just talk this out, oh!” You press your knee into his crotch, he’s already half hard from being talked down to of course. Buggy whimpers and trembles beneath your touch, anticipating what you’ll do next. You reach your hand up to hold his jaw and place light pecks at his neck, lowering your hand to grip his neck lightly.
“Head on the table sweetheart.” You smirk and step back, starting to unbuckle your belt.
“Why what are you going to do?” Buggy takes off his hat and his headscarf, letting his long blue locks fall around his shoulders in heavy waves. You would never admit it to him, but you find Buggy so gorgeous, if he offered up anything further than some situationship at sea, you’d probably take him up on it. You stare into his green eyes, giving him an answer without even saying anything. Buggy makes room on the desk and pops his head off, gently landing on the wood.
“Well? Take off your clothes too, slut.” The degrading name causes Buggy’s cock to jump in his pants, now fully hard from the unbelievable sexual build up. He makes quick work of his own clothes, now fully nude in front of his crew mate. You’ve gotten your own clothes off as well, having grabbed the spare lube Buggy keeps in his desk and slicking up your own cock. “Turn around for me baby.” You command him and he swiftly complies.
His plump ass is fully on display, his flush cock hanging heavy between his legs and leaking precum like a faucet. You lube up your fingers, warming it up and spreading it over his hole, making sure to get him ready for your fingers.
“Mm please, please do it already.” His head begs, looking at the sight with his eyes heavy, lips pouted and whimpering.
“You don’t get a say in this, you get to watch and look pretty.” You grip his jaw and he looks up at you, nodding. Now fully bent over the desk, some things falling over, you enter a single finger, crooking and prodding at him to stretch him properly for your cock later. Buggy lets out loud groans next to you, clearly enjoying the sensation. You add a second, and then a third finger, the lube slick sounds bouncing off the thin walls of his quarters, the crew is probably hearing everything.
You fuck into him deeply, hitting his prostate over and over, his cock leaking all over important documents on his desk as he ruts into it, chasing pleasure.
“‘M cum…gon’ cum…” He lazily says, and you halt all of your movements. “Fuck why please nng ah!” You swiftly enter him, filling him up with your cock and mercilessly fucking into his wet hole. Almost immediately, he comes all over the desk and onto the floor, but you don’t stop thrusting. Buggy lets out strings of ‘ ah ah ah’ with each thrust.
“What? Can’t handle me being a little rough? How do you expect to handle those ‘lowly pirates’ if you can’t even take a cock properly without cumming instantly?” He’s a whimpering mess, drooling and looking at his own body being fucked. Buggy can’t even form words, the overstimulation causing him to get hard again quickly.
“N…” Buggy starts to say but you can’t hear him. You grab his hair and lift up his head, forcing him to be face to face with you as you pound into him,
“Spit it out.”
Buggy laughs half-heartedly, “Not flashy enough.”
You reattach his head and flip him over on the desk so his legs are in the air and his cock is flush against his stomach. You enter him again, fucking him even harder than before. “Is this flashy enough for you, clown? Wanna be fucked dumb like the cockslut you are?” You feel your own orgasm approaching quickly, you wrap a hand around Buggy’s pathetically leaking cock, fisting it so you can finish at the same time.
Soon after, you both finish, Buggy making a mess of his own stomach, some of it even reaching his face. You pull out of him slowly.
“How’s that for a flashy plan, captain?”
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what were the boys first impressions of rg? cause i feel like matty was smiling every time they texted back and forth with each other before the whole reveal of baby gigi.
so the boys heard about her pretty much immediately. matty had been on the phone with george the night after you'd first had sex, talking about music stuff, and during a general catch up matty had said, "got laid last night," and george had said "good for you mate," and then matty had carried on, "met her outside the pub. really sexy girl. just like really beautiful. sweet too. too sweet for me anyway."
george replied, "nice, you gonna see her again?" and matty had shrugged, "probably not," even though he hadnt really stopped thinking about last night since it happened, heat running through him whenever he did. this wasn't usual. he shrugged it off. then he text you again, asking to see you, as george knew that he would.
when the band met up again in london, after the week you'd spent together, before practise george had teased matty about spending the week with a lover and instead of jibing something back he kind of just blushed and got up and went to make himself a drink. adam went too, and asked in his chill adam way about the girl, and matty dug out his phone and showed pictures of you from your instagram.
"very pretty," adam had said, and then "you gonna see her again then?"
"nah," matty shrugged, "not for me."
"the girl?"
"of course not. did you not see her? shes for everyone. everyone with eyes anyway."
"so what's not for you?"
"the whole boyfriend thing."
adam didnt say much more, but he thought it was a shame. most of matty's one night, two night, three night stands were barely mentioned, hardly ever shown on instagram, and never talked about it the same soft way matty had mentioned you.
a few months later, at a party, matty was in the corner nursing a bottle of beer by himself, phone making grooves in his hands where he held it tightly. ross crossed the room towards him, leaning up against the wall and asking, "whats going on man?"
"what? nothing," matty said in a glum far away voice.
"you're bringing a weird vibe" ross said.
"did you ever think about how it's really hard to have a girlfriend? like with the whole band life and stuff."
ross chuckled, "there it is."
"like, say you meet someone, and then you just have to leave, and you keep leaving, over and over, and every time it makes a little crack in your heart until eventually it just sort of shatters from the pressure. and you do something stupid. or mean. or whatever. or just push them away. to try and rebuild your heart."
"jesus fucking christ," ross said chuckling again, sipping his own beer.
"but dont you ever think about it?"
"no," ross says, "only you do mate. you think about everything way too much."
matty nodded into his beer. then he took up his phone and started texting, so ross sidled away.
"george?" he said, going up to him in the kitchen, "has matty been seeing anyone recently? fucking them even? he's being all mopey about someone."
"not since the girl in manchester."
"jesus christ that was months ago."
"he's not mentioned anyone since," george shrugged.
"fucking hell, she must be something," ross said, swigging on his beer, and watching matty type, then backspace, then type, then back space then eventually, with a roll of his eyes and a huff, hit send.
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