#♦ IT'S A LIVING

[xlemonciel]

❝Collision❞

Había pasado dos días viviendo prácticamente en el apartamento ajeno hasta que empezó a sentirse mejor y tuvieron que regresar a sus horarios de siempre, lo que le apenó en parte, sobre todo porque para recuperar el tiempo perdido tenían que echar horas extras y por supuesto eso les dejaba sin ninguna clase de tiempo libre, además Felix ya no tenía excusas para seguir durmiendo con Hyunjin y regresar a su apartamento había sido un paso atrás para él, pero entendía que sería raro seguir pidiéndole al alfa dormir con él cuando ya estaba totalmente recuperado.

Lo que peor llevaba era el o tener tiempo a solas, si, pasaban todo el dia juntos pero con otras personas y quería tener un poco de tiempo de calidad con el mayor, no le importaba mostrarse muy cariñoso con él delante de los miembros pero era distinto cuando estaba Ateez con ellos, Felix no quería que hubiera ningún problema así que intentaba no pegarse demasiado. Durante ese tiempo él y Wooyoung habían intimado más aún y Felix se sentía feliz por ello también, en los ensayos casi parecían inseparables.

Otra cosa buena era que iban a quitarle ya la escayola a Hyunjin y Felix estaba más emocionado que nadie por eso, al fin  el mayor podría volver a ensayar sin ninguna limitación, y le apenó no poder estar con él el día que le quitaron la escayola pero aún así le preparó un regalo para ese día, había estado la semana antes haciendo sus investigaciones sobre qué estuche de pinturas guache cogerle al mayor y cual sería mejor y con más calidad, había decidido uno que no era precisamente barato pero eso daba igual, quería animar al mayor ahora que podía volver a usar su mano dominante y además formaba parte de su cortejo, así que hizo que el día que le quitaron la escayola se lo entregaran en casa. Le hubiera gustado ir esa noche tras los horarios a preguntarle pero estaba tan agotado que decidió que mejor era dejarlo descansar. Al dia siguiente Felix se despertó emocionado y lo primero que hizo en cuanto Hyunjin entró en la sala de ensayo fue ir hacia él, sonriente. — ¡Hyunnie! ¿Que tal tu mano? ¿Está bien? Déjame verla. — dijo estirando la suya con una enorme sonrisa.

[j4degoyl]

give me a second to introduce you to 3 people who might also make an appearance/be mentioned in will's bg3 verse (bc they are important in every verse). I don't want to make full verses for them too, so this is just yupposed to give you a general idea.

jacob. will's older brother & a human rogue. he's made himself a name as one of the most successful treasure hunters in all of faerûn. in their childhood jacob protected will from every source of harm, but after their father's disappearance he grew more distant, staying away from home more & more. will still loves him a lot (and vice & versa) & they where desperately searching for a cure together when the hag cursed will with the stone skin. after being kidnapped, will now hopes to find jacob again in baldur's gate.

fox. a half elf & very talented shapeshifter, who prefers (surprise) a fox's appearance. jacob once saved her from a trap & she's been at his side ever since. many claim that he's only that successful because of her & they are right actually. fox is the only one who can understand will's difficult feelings towards the new skin & it brought them closer together. will adores her to pieces tbh.

nerron. a githyanki who was deemed the weakest of the hatch & had to fend for himself from an early age. he's jacob's strongest rival in the treasure hunting business. he & will travelled together for a while & at first the plan was to kill will as a revenge on jacob after he beat nerron in the hunt for a particularly important object. what nobody anticipated is that they fall in love, so now will is gonna force everyone to get along :))

[monogatcri]

I will always stand by Niwa. By all accounts, he KNEW that Kabukimono would be the ideal participant to enter into the furnace to save Tatarasuna, thus he would have the best chance to survive out of all of them; however, he NEVER volunteered him. Never. Why? The furnace was his responsibility, not Kabukimono's. Regardless of how much survivability there is for him, this wasn't on the puppet's shoulders to resolve but on the leader's shoulders instead.

Not to mention, Niwa knew the pain would be severe, he knew the chances of survival were still slim and, even if one did survive, what are the chances of ever mentally recovering from such an ordeal? The past would forever sear the memory into the very core of one's recollection. To die with honor is one thing but to survive broken is a whole other ordeal. Even though his life would be extinguished, he wanted Kabukimono's to remain untouched by the flames.

Yes, there would be sorrow over the death created, but, in Niwa's eyes, he deserved more than to be treated like a tool when something went wrong in their village. He could survive, but he shouldn't have to when he's still not mentally older than a child. Thus, he pushed for himself to enter, hoping to spare the innocence of one so dear to them all.

[gghoulishdelight]

hcs for everyone !

(mostly)

headcanons for everyone in my series, brand new city ! check it out :D

kobra kid ;

mikey/kobra is semi verbal

kobra wears its shades so that have to hold eye contact and everyone else thinks hes looking at them (and that hes awake)

kobra uses he/they/it pronouns

party poison ;

party poison makes up for kobra's silence by never shutting up (this is a good thing)

party does drag((?) is it really drag if theyre gn???) and eventually kobra gets caught trying their dresses on and slowly starts to do it with them

party uses they/he pronouns

fun ghoul ;

ghoul has adhd and can't keep still, but jet somehow knows how to calm it down with a simple touch or grabbing it by the back of its neck (think of a mama cat grabbing her kit) and whispering nonsense to calm him

ghoul's brain gets mushy sometimes and he just sits in someones lap and purrs til its brain starts working again

that, or jet holds onto him and lets it press up against xem and bite til it calms down; its not sexual or anything, despite what some think cuz of the noise ghoul makes, it just needs something to ground it while he works through his thoughts and emotions

ghoul spirals a lot / has issues dealing w/ guilt and people pleasing

ghoul bites people when he stims

ghoul communicates via animal noises occasionally, nobody knows why and it refuses to explain

ghoul is a little fucking freak (affectionate) and stares at people like a weirdo when it likes them, yet can never hold eye contact with anyone ever besides jet

hc that BLI sterilize their drac/scarecrow trainees so they don't have to deal w/ any of them being 'out of commission', so ghoul doesnt have to worry about periods or anything but sometimes it has days where it mourns the fact he cant have kids (jet has to go through these days a handful of times before xe learns to not mention kiddos around him)

ghoul uses it/he pronouns

jet star ;

jet has sensory issues and ghoul understands but also cant stop itself sometimes

jet angers easily, while ghoul is sensitive + has rsd

jet cannot understand social cues for the life of him (it takes xer fucking a g e s before xe catches on that party has a thing for xem)

jet and xeyr hair days<3

jet uses he/xe pronouns

the kraken ;

bert doesnt exactly live w/ the 'joys, hes a bit of a groupie and only stops by every couple of weeks to bring party gifts (she only smiles when they ask how they get these things) and hang around for a few days before returning to his hideout

bert uses he/she/it pronouns

show pony / dr. death ;

show pony has a southern drawl and it makes kobra all shy when ae exaggerates it for him<33

dr. d helped ghoul get top surgery and its "forever in his debt" (dr. d tells it not to worry about it but it doesnt listen)

show pony uses ae/he pronouns

dr. d uses he/him pronouns

[batthiief]

Yes, can we pls let the age debate die.

[hetuvidya]

"the focus of interest becomes worse with each passing day." every time he steps outside, it's a mistake.

[centuriesendured]

"Well, if you do still wish to hang out, I'm going to at least need to shower and change clothes...unless you'd want to hang out with warlock drenched it blood?" A brow arched as Magnus shrugged off his jacket that was clearly stained in crimson. Perhaps he was being a bit DRAMATIC. It wasn't drenched, but it was more blood than he'd like on his clothes. Thankfully it was a piece he cared much about so he could toss it without any worries. "Pizza? If that's what you want, I won't say no." It'd bee a while since he'd had anything greasy, and after the day he's had, it sounded appetizing. "Please, as if I'd RISK getting blood on my clothes because someone upset me." He rolled his eyes, "It was from a meeting with a client, things got a bit out of control, hence the blood."

@luposcainus / moved.

[foliarlight]

@zhongshen : His gift for Alhaitham takes not the form of a letter, not this year. Instead, the consultant arrives in person, with present in tow. Seeking him amongst his studies, tempting him from his books for an eve, if only to bar the door from unwanted interruption as he presents his present to him. Luxurious silks, draped over every inch of the scholar with delicate touch, tying each knot and layering golden jewelry, and gleaming jade baubles across his body — only to be gently, and methodically, drawn off of him once more to labor his love across the body beneath it all.

On most occasions, he was not fond of surprises — whether good or bad, they typically entailed a change of plans he would rather do without. Yet when he caught glimpse of this unexpected visitor from the east ( a familiar sight ) no such thought crossed his mind. Mayhap the saying was true, and DISTANCE MADE THE HEART GROW FONDER, for what inclinations toward dismissal he might have had with any other, he did not even consider today.

How long had it been since last they saw each other? Far too long, it would appear, as the mere trail of Zhongli's palms upon his bared skin spread a warmth which sent a shiver of pleasant anticipation throughout his frame — and even something so simplistic as finding himself clothed by another carried a sense of intimacy he was not accustomed to, his mind far more enraptured by the deliberate touch than the exquisite silks now cascading down his body.

Fingers thread absently through the consultant's hair, loosening the tie until black strands fall freely over his shoulders, perfectly framing the view below. In the dim glow of the lamps, the gilded fissures spreading across his lover's exposed arms rippled a shimmer across dragon scales, ever so mesmerizing.

❝ Hm ... you should have visited sooner. ❞ An admission bordering into a subtle complaint — as though all this time they had spent apart is solely responsible for how much each touch kindled the heat beneath his skin, how heady the air had grown. His hand travels from the nape of Zhongli's neck to his jawline, fingertips brushing along the edge there. HE WAITS FOR NO ANSWER before he lifts the other's chin, guides him upward into a wanting kiss that melds them together. ( And perhaps it is here that Alhaitham must concede that these special occasions come with one positive, after all. )

[cagedharmony]

as i've been suffering sick i wound up stupidly rereading the stuff on the sacerdos' relic set while my express plays had i not seen the sun in the bg and.... ow

like just ow this feeds my angst goblin heart and gosh it makes me wanna write but i've been hella bedridden but see my doctor tomorrow pray it helps i wanna reply to things i have such a muse. this fuels my angst brain so much. i hope to work on my replies again soon but will wait until i can form more coherent verbiage since i've been struggling with words but yeah ow i do not recommend reading this stuff while that robin song plays bc it hurts real bad

[cocained]

"why are you talking like we'll never see each other again?"

[xlemonciel]

❝ Chill ❞

Los días siguientes en la empresa actuaron como si no pasara nada lo que no tenía claro que le gustara, al menos el manager que estaba ahora a cargo de ellos era aquel que les había acompañado a Hyunjin y a él a Paris y Felix estaba contento por ello, pero también preocupado porque Hyunjin no estaba en condiciones de trabajar pero a la empresa parecía darle igual aquello y rápidamente les mandaron a sus actividades cotidianas. Felix seguía encargándose de ayudar a Hyunjin con todo lo que necesitara y notó el visible cambio en los comentarios de internet sobre ellos ahora que volvían a verse cercanos y que Felix ayudaba a Hyunjin hasta en cosas nimias, al parecer era algo que a la gente le gustaba ver y Felix intentaba no darle mucha importancia pero leer comentarios de gente que le llamaba el omega de Hyunjin hacía que se sintiera feliz.

El mayor también había estado intentando que comiera pero eso había sido mas dificil, aunque Felix accedía a robar un poco de la comida ajena seguía siendo insuficiente y lo sabía, pero pretendía ignorarlo. Aquel día estaba nervioso, primero porque ya no tendría excusas para no volver a su habitación esa noche, lo que le apenaba y le daba un poco de ansiedad por separarse de Hyunjin y la seguridad de su nido, y también porque se día no estaban solos, aunque eso era algo bueno. Felix estaba contento porque quienes iban a venir eran los miembros de Ateez, ambos grupos iban a preparar una actuación conjunta y quería que todo saliera espectacular.

Cuando los miembros entraron Felix estaba casi hiperactivo, todo sonrisas y emoción aunque aún actuaba un poco tímido, desde que se había presentado había temido que sus compañeros también actuaran diferente con él a antes pero nadie en el grupo le dejó de lado y todos le saludaron sonrientes. — ¡Felix!  —  la voz de Wooyoung se hizo oír por encima de los demás y el alfa fue directo hacia él y le dio un abrazo de oso casi asfixiante que le hizo reír feliz y aliviado.  — Te he echado de menos ¡Ya ni me envías mensajes! Mírate, te has vuelto cada vez más lindo ¿o soy solo yo?  — aquello le hizo sonrojarse profundamente, riendo.  — Creo que solo eres tu.

[j4degoyl]

@donebowing liked for a little starter !

A comfortable silence had settled over their camp, as their companions slowly began to retreat to their tents. Will considered joining them for a moment, but he found that he didn't feel tired yet. One of many strange side effects that came with the use of the stone skin.

So instead they moved just a bit closer towards Astarion, idly plucking a few strings on the lute. "What kind of music do you actually like? I don't think I ever ask you that."

[monogatcri]

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁THE CREAKING OF THE SWING paired excellently with the void wind's curtain, the sounds of distant play a forgotten melody in this park's state. The rusted merry-go-round, the swings that had only two remaining in function, the unmoving spring riders that had turned from a jovial sight into a haunting display, the teeter totter condemned nearby.

        It's empty here.

       None come to visit or to play because they enjoy this place, they come here to be alone or to write obscenities upon the rotted wood of the picnic tables. Its beauty had outlived its usefulness, left to die and run an obsolete course as the introduction of other, more entertaining, concepts shifted into view. No one cared about this place because they didn't have to care about it ; what memories were held here don't amount to anything because this wasn't their home, this wasn't their happiest place on earth, this wasn't their entire world...

        Swing's motion stops, head tilted down to stare at phone, dreading each message that passes the screen. What once was a man who would happily run amok with the others now wanted no one near him ; he desired nothing, hated the idea of being touched, wanted to disappear into the obscurity of this diseased park and crumble into nothingness.

        You're not alone, Niwa.

        Foot kicked harshly at the dirt, sending an abundance of dirt flung into the air. A thousand people could scream his name right now and he'd feel alone, he's coming to realize. Why is that? Why is that? Because a thousand people amount to only a skin deep view of who he was as a person. Chains had started to leave imprint on his hands as pale skin turned paper white against his grip. 507 names were what mattered and now they were forever silenced, four names were especially important and now they could never say his name again, and now...it's just Niwa.

        It's just Niwa Hisahide.

        The more he awakens into this modern world, the more he's coming to realize how utterly alone he's feeling. This world isn't his world. This world isn't his world. This world ISN'T HIS WORLD! He doesn't understand it, he can't... Every time he enters a conversation, he feels himself slip down, as though he climbs a mountain made entirely of soap while he's drenched in water.

        Eyes watch his phone light up, dull expression worn like a glove today. Just push through it... A few more hours, just a few, push through it...and then... Head hits against chain, pressing palm further into rigid surface, though by now it's numbed to the pinch. And then what? What would happen?

        Another harsh kick to the dirt, geta striking rock that stopped foot in place, a deep sigh purged from him as he stood from the swing to bend down to pick it up, staring... ❝ I can never return home. ❞ Tatarasuna is gone. His older brother and his sister-in-law were gone. This new world feels hollow. For the first time, he's feeling completely alone and he doubts anyone can comprehend it, understand it, know how that actually feels.

        The only world he knew taken from him so suddenly, the broken hearts that he could have mourned with already moving on with their lives in someplace he cannot find, his chance to find his family gone because he wasn't awake, all because of a stupid heart that wasn't worth all the effort they put into it. The heart that survived when everyone else perished -- the heart that should have given out yet refused to. When he awakened, the media swarmed him the second his wheelchair had exited that hospital, his mind and body reeling in anguish as they bombarded him with questions, flashes blinding this eyes, throwing around facts he barely had time to comprehend inside the walls of privacy -- to say he broke down into tears would be an understatement ; the media shamed him, called him weak, elaborated on this further to say he wasn't fit to take over Tatarasuna in place of his father and that he'd sell the land...yet the parcels that continued to fill his mailbox and consistently shove forth their demands went unanswered, man unable to acknowledge that they were probably right, afraid to prove them right -- that he's too weak...that the land that was granted to him by his family should be sold off...

        The home he lives in was a mockery of what he once loved. The electricity, the modern devices, the way he feels fear every time he awakens. With a pained scream, he throws the rock, hard, the resounding and thunderous CLANG as it strikes the fox shaped spring rider as hollow yet verbose as he feels. ❝ Why couldn't it have just been me?! Why did it have to be everyone else?! WHY?! ❞ 509 lives should still be here -- 509 lives...when it could -- no, should have been one.

        It's a menagerie inside himself, emotions bubbling like tar to encase whatever falls inside it, preserving it for others to witness in full view. Meaningless and meaningful, rational and irrational. If only this wasn't so complicated, linked to so many problems coursing around him at once, then he could untangle it himself, yet deep down, he knows Diluc is right, which hurts worse than he'd like to admit: he needs a professional to deal with this mess ; one person, not even every person he knew, could reach him at this far down of a hole dug.

        Legs collapse beneath him, buckling knees striking dirt first with hands to follow, head lowered to stare blankly at nothing but dirt, what he'd become king of. From there, he does not move.

[gghoulishdelight]

i think my heart is ready to die

part two !!

one / two /

kobra's first run is unexciting and quick, but after a run-in with kraken and pony, it's clear he's getting tumbled over a certain roller-skater.

The ride to the gas station is a little more than 15 minutes long with Kobra pushing 80 mph on the motorbike, Party keeping a careful eye out for flashes of white suits or rayguns in the distance. They arrive without any hitches in their plans, Kobra immediately going over to the fueling stations to see if there was any abandoned cars he could siphon gas off of, or even a pump that was still functional and had gas in it. They needed it to drive the Trans-AM if the four of them wanted to go anywhere together; there was no way they'd be able to get a secondary bike, and even that would be pointless due to it's lack of storage.

Party splits off from it to venture inside the store with a little noise of joy, backpack slung over their shoulder and hunting knife in hand as they crept around the decrepit station; their eyes light up at the sight of food and cans still lining the shelves. "Kobes!! Fuckin'— Kobra! C'mere man, we hit the jackpot!" They shout excitedly and dash over to the shelves, opening their bag and placing it on the ground. Party hears something scuffling outside, probably Kobra, whilst they examine the supplies, taking anything medical-related for Ghoul and scanning over the dates on the bagged foods. A sudden shout makes them jump up all of the sudden, the door opening with a noisy clatter and a pile of mismatched limbs falling onto the tiled flooring. Party reaches for his raygun instinctively, unholstering it and aiming before they pause, eyes wide as they recognize the greasy locks of hair and bright blue eyes the second Killjoy has.

"Kobra, that's Bert! Shit, hi!" Party's ecstatic at the sight of their partner, grabbing Kobra up and away from the shorter Killjoy before cuffing it upside the head. They squawk in protest at the action, but it goes unnoticed by the redhead as they tug Bert up into a tight hug. The dark-haired Killjoy giggles and hugs Party back just as tight, combat boots stomping against the tile in an excited fashion. Party pulls away after a long moment, turning back around to reveal his red face to Kobra, hesitating a moment before speaking. "Man.. Fuck, uh— Kobra, this is Bert! Bert's my, uhm, partner. She's... She don't live with us at the Diner, but they stop by e'ry once inna while t' see me 'nd hang out," they explain shyly to their sibling, having a hard time reading what's going through Kobra's mind at this information. Bert sticks out a hand for it to shake, a beaming smile curling on her face when the blonde shakes his hand hesitantly.

"I thought.. Didn't you say you and Ghoul were..?" Kobra's a little confused by all of this information, brows scrunched together the tiniest bit to express the emotion as it looks from Bert to Party. "Well, yea, me 'nd it are a thing too, but 'm also with Bert! think that's called, uh.." Party trails off for a second, looking at Bert for the right word.

"Polyamorous. 'ts called bein' poly, means ya can love more than one person, 'nd if ya lucky, y'can find some other people who can love a lot too," Bert's voice is a little scratchy in her throat but there's a calm gentleness to it as well, completely throwing Kobra off when he stares at it in slight shock; he expected it to match the bold look in it's eyes, knowing now why Party was in love with the other. Despite thinking that his sibling would be someone who sought out others to compliment their flaring personality, they did the exact opposite, finding solace in people who were silent and calm, more than eager to listen to Party's wild ideas rather than hear themselves speak. 

Kobra looks back at their aforementioned sibling just in time to see the loving look shining brightly in their eyes, his own being rolled affectionately before he nudges their leg with his boot. "What did you call me in for, again?" "Oh! Uh, i found a lotta stuff in 'ere man, lotta it is still good too," Party beams proudly as they talk of their discovery, both Kobra and Bert perking up at the mention of salvageable goods being found. "Mind if you split it with us? We're runnin' low on some shit," Bert motions outside with one hand as it walks over to the shelving area with the venom brothers, Kobra looking outside curiously while Party just shrugs. "Sure man, don't think Jet'll mind helpin' you lot out. Y'should go get Show though, think ae might wanna meet Kobra so they both know not t' shoot one another," they hum softly and reach to grab their bag. Party gives Bert a quick peck before she runs outside, the redhead bringing the stuff they gathered over to the counter area so he and Kobra could begin splitting things evenly. Kobra keeps glancing over their shoulder, Party eventually catching on and shooting the blonde a teasing grin. "Nervous, Kid?"

"N-no, I just- ..Okay maybe a little bit, but shuddup!" Kobra's quiet voice rises into a soft whine just as the door opens again, Party's giggling laughs echoing in the small building despite trying to stay quiet. "What'cha laughin' at, cherry bomb? Find somethin' that gotta joke onnit?" A new voice, one with a strong southern drawl that makes Kobra's stomach do flips and the tips of its ears go red, carries over Party's giggling. The newest Killjoy seems to glide over to the counter; skates, Kobra puts together the sound of rolling wheels on tile with Killjoy's smooth motions, and watches with wide eyes as their helmet comes off and their dark, shaggy hair spills out over their shoulders. Oh boy.

The devious look in Party's eyes isn't at all comforting to Kobra. Not one bit. "Oh nothin' Pony, jus' teasin' Kobra here 'bout somethin' they were thinkin' 'bout," Party flicks his gaze between Kobra's bright-red face to the confusion on Show Pony's face, giggling again like there was some inside joke going on. Ae just shrugs, looking over the things the two had separated beforehand. "Well lookit y'all, already doin' all th' work for us i see," ae grin delightedly, giving Party a kiss on the cheek with a loud 'smack!', only to giggle when Bert lets out a playful noise of protest. Bert grumbles playful at aer and gives them a light shove so it can bring Party into a strong kiss, getting an eyeroll from aer and Kobra at the same time.

"Getta room, ya horny fucks," Show drawls in a bored tone as they skate behind the counter to stand closer to Kobra, who lets out a little shy noise when it finally sees Pony's full getup. Their eyes look down to confirm their theory of aer wearing skates, before slowly looking upwards, his face growing more and more red at just how much bare skin is being shown. "Like somethin' ya see, pretty boy?" Pony's teasing drawl pulls him out of his head long enough to realize ae had been watching them stare, a little grin on their face and a hand on their hip. Kobra stutters for a good excuse to say, mouth opening and closing like a fish for a few seconds before ae starts to laugh. "I'm jus' teasin' ya sweetheart, I know it'sa lot t' take in when ya's still new to th' Zones," ae soothes gently, yet it only makes Kobra's face flush more and more each time ae speak. Pony just smiles, patient and gentle as Kobra finally finds its voice to introduce themself further.

"I-I'm Kobra. Kobra Kid, 'm Party's sibling. You're Show Pony, r-right?" Kobra stutters out in a quiet voice slowly, picking at the straps on their worn leather gloves as they speak so they don't shut down. Pony nods happily though, looking proud of Kobra for speaking to aer. Their expression stirs something warm in Kobra's chest, a surge of confidence flooding through it's body all of the sudden.

"Yeah! Party's told me 'nd Bert lots 'bout you doll, I was excited t' meet ya when they said you was comin' out here t' join us." Pony giggles a little at the nervous glance Kobra shoots his sibling when ae speak about the stories they were told, receiving a ornery grin from the redhead before Kobra looks back at aer. They stare at one another for a moment later, a comfortable silence in the air if you ignored the sound of Party and Bert making out somewhere behind them, before it was disrupted by the crackle of a radio coming to life.

"Aye, Show, the hell are ya kid? You done with that run yet?" A gruff voice emits from the radio perched on the waistband of Show's tights, the person behind it sounding annoyed by their absence. Pony groans as they unhook the device and start speaking into it, sounding slightly annoyed as well by the interruption the person caused. Ae begin rolling away towards the door, heading back outside with a slight wave at the three. Bert just giggles while Party meets Kobra's confused look, grinning a little at the blushing blonde. "Dr. Death, ae lives with him inna radio shack in Zone 5. I'll drive ya out there one day maybe," they explain, climbing out of Bert's lap to start gathering their things from the counter. Bert follows after them, nudging them with her hip occasionally to tease, but soon enough the two piles are gone and Party is helping Bert carry his stuff out to the truck he and Pony arrived in. The three of them get most of it in the trunk before Pony ventures close again, reporting that Dr. D was having trouble with a Draculoid radio signal again. 

Party and Bert sneak back inside for a moment to 'properly say goodbye', as Party put it, leaving Kobra and Show to finish packing up the two's new supplies by themselves. They finish up fairly quickly between the two of them, a calm silence hanging over them as they do so, and leaving time to have a quick chat before the other two finish up inside and they part ways.

"So," Pony starts once the bed of the truck is closed, leaning against it and giving Kobra a curious look, "What'cha think of the rebel life so far, Kid? 's it as grand as ya expected?" There's no tease or bite behind their words, just genuine curiosity about how Kobra feels in the Zones and out of the city. "Oh, uhm.. W-well.. I-I guess? I dunno, I wasn't really thinking about how pleasant it was gonna be out here, I just.. I wanted to get out of there. I missed Pois, they were the one who got me started on realizing how hellish we were living, and once they escaped with Ghoul 'nd Jet, I guess I just wanted to know they were okay..." Kobra's voice trails off as they look out into the desert, the smallest twinge of fear highlighting its voice. He knows Pony is looking at them, it can feel aer gaze on the size of their face, but they can't bring themself to turn and meet their eyes.

"You're honest Kid. I like that. Not to many a' us out 'ere are honest these days, even though we're all jus' tryna make the best a' what the Witch has given us." Show's voice is surprisingly quiet when they speak again, prompting Kobra to look over and see the hauntings of a grim expression shadowing aer face.

The station's door opens again before Kobra has the chance to say anything further or question the expression, Party and Bert tumbling out giggling and looking rumbled. Kobra turns to watch them come closer, surprised when they feel lips meeting their cheek in a soft kiss. They turn their head to look at Pony in shock, but the brunette is already out of its line of sight. He watches aer hop into the driver's side of the rusty truck, a playful glimmer in aer eyes when they meet Kobra's in the rearview mirror. He just tilts his head in question, getting a slight shake of a head and a mischievous grin from aer as an answer.

A small part of Kobra wonders if he could get its hands on a radio like Pony's, so they wouldn't have to travel to communicate.

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Kobra and Party drive off in the direction of the Diner once Party has said his goodbyes to Pony and Bert (again), feeling the happy sigh they let out as they rest their head against his back. He hums out a soft noise for them and grins beneath his helmet when they hum back, finding comfort in the vibration it feels from the noise. It's almost noon when they arrive back home, greeted by Ghoul's excited shouting when it spots their full packs from its place in the garage. Jet wanders xis way out of the Diner at the loud commotion they've started, clad in a ragged workout tank and xeyr raygun tucked into the waistband of xis skinny jeans. His tanned hands are covered in grease and grime from the machinery he had been working on inside, but there's an excited flare in the way xe walked.

"Anythin' excitin' happen out there?" Xe calls out to them as they come to a stop, Party wriggling his way off the bike and tossing xem their pack as they speak. Jet catches it without flinching, slinging it over xis shoulder. "Jus' ran int'a Pony 'nd Kraken, nothin' much. We split the shit though, figured you wouldn't mind seein' as we know some of their stuff goes to Doc," they explain whilst helping Kobra with the bike, hooking its helmet on the handles before letting Ghoul roll it over to the garage. 

"How's Doc doin'?" Ghoul chirps curiosity once it returns to Poison's side, green eyes glinting in the sunlight and reminding Party of the oil paints they used to have. "Doin' fine, from what I heard. Grumpy as ever," they grin teasingly, earning a chuckle from both Jet and Ghoul. Jet rocks on xis heels for a moment, making a soft clicking noise with his tongue that Ghoul echoes instinctively. Party's tongue goes to create the noise as well, but their attention is diverted by Kobra coming back outside, this time only wearing skinny jeans and the ugly cheetah print tank it snagged at Tommy Chow's once. Party hated that thing with a burning passion. 

Ghoul presses against Party's side all of the sudden with the appearance of the blonde, gaining Party's interest on why the feral being was being so shy all of the sudden. "...What? Why's everyone staring at me like I just walked on water or something?" Kobra's voice bubbles with discomfort despite the little joke they make, causing everyone's eyes to divert and the silence to be broken. Jet lets out a little snort and heads back inside to deposit Party's pack in the main room, knowing they'll sort it all later on. Ghoul just turns to bury his face in Party's side, the redhead slinging an arm around its shoulders to keep it close. 

"So, how'd you feel 'bout your first run, Kid?" Party questions with a grin, waggling their eyebrows at the blonde in a teasing manner. Kobra just rolls his eyes at their childish behaviour, fishing out the flimsy pair of sunglasses he had snagged from the gas station without anyone noticing. "Found these in the station, feelin' pretty good," he boasts proudly, popping the bad boys™ on and grinning at the two happily. Ghoul lets out a little giggle at the sight of Kobra grinning so widely at something so simple, but knows it doesn't have any room to tease about simplicity; it got excited whenever it found pins or patches to decorate it's leather jacket with. Party just grins back at their sibling, ruffling Ghoul's hair up once before speaking again. "C'mon, let's go inside before Jet snags alla the good shit."

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Kobra goes to bed that night thinking about Pony again, about how aer voice made him feel and about how they made it feel in general. He sighed, turning over to face the Jet-Ghoul lump resting nearby. He didn't say anything, just stared, and stared, and stared. Nothing came to mind about the feeling he was experiencing. They'd have to ask Jet about it more tomorrow, maybe. It couldn't ask Party without risking it's secret being spilled. 

A small movement catches Kobra's attention again before he can drift off, meeting green eyes in the darkness when they emerge from the pile of tangled limbs. They stare at one another for a long minute, both surprised at catching one another and trying not to spook the other either. Ghoul moves first, scurrying away to the bathroom before Kobra had a chance to talk. Kobra just sighs, letting its eyes fall shut and exhaustion weigh on his limbs. He'd just ask Ghoul about it tomorrow...

[improbable-outset]

Me 🤝 you

Loving desperate buff men

👀 outdone yourself Vi !!

a request? what about your edging miguel and so you let him cum since he begging it however we continuing to do it? and so what about this but with cumplay ? you know,and he.....like into it,like you playing with he cum, on his body.thigh. abs, idk anywhere and just licking it idk?

so a kinda dom/sub!miguel x fem!reader

yea im crazy for a whiny men whos loves anything we do and espically whimper and beg

you with me girlie?

Yes yes yes, totally with you.

The plot for this was inspired by this ask, btw!!

@ce3stvu tagging my bby girl <3

Pairing: sub!miguel o’hara x dom!f!reader

Warnings: 18+, handjob, edging, cumplay, cum eating, dacryphillia if you squint, themes of jealousy

Summary: you remind miguel who he belongs to

A/N: i love dom!migs, but something about imagining that big man all whiny and crying is sooo hot

Word Count: 1K

It’s all that stupid bitch’s fault. The thought is swirling around in Miguel’s head on repeat as his hips pathetically twitch and spasm upwards to try and loosen the grip you have around the blushing tip of his cock. Still, you merely apply more pressure, squeezing his poor head so hard your fingers act as a makeshift cock ring, making it impossible for Miguel to acquire any sense of relief as your other hand fondles his heavy, aching balls with little skill, your only goal being to tease him. 

This was a much better way of reminding Miguel of your loyalty to one another than talking it out. Frankly, you didn’t even know how to approach discussing the topic. You were supposed to be Miguel’s angelic, bubbly little girlfriend. You didn’t want to cause a fight over some random spider-woman from work. 

Instead, you smile from ear to ear as you watch the beads of tears that cling to Miguel’s gorgeous, thick eyelashes as he sobs and begs to cum, after you’ve denied climax after climax with your possessive grip around the thick circumference of his dick. 

There’s no doubt in your mind that other spider-people can hear Miguel’s unapologetic whines from outside his office, and the thought makes your mind a hazy fog of lust and pride. Hopefully, that new girl that Miguel was training, the one that kept running her grubby hands all over his arms and back like you were an idiot and wouldn’t notice her blatant flirting. 

You had initially felt guilty when you pulled Miguel away from his sparring session with the girl, leading him to his office with one goal in mind: reiterating that Miguel is yours and yours alone.

But now that he's been forced into becoming this mess of desperation and sticky pre-cum, your worries and shame have vanished. Only your touch can make Miguel feel this way, making him lose all of his self-control and dignity. And he does the same thing to you. Sure, an outsider would probably say all of this jealousy and possessiveness is toxic or overbearing, but you and Miguel can't help but cling to one another. You're each other's soulmates. That new girl could never compare.

"Hah- ah, fuck! M-Mami, por favor… need- ah! need to cum. Please, please l-lemme cum-!" Miguel begs, his tear-stained cheek squished against the smooth material of your spider suit that conceals your tits, but the warmth of his face seeps through the fabric, his breath causing your nipples to perk up at the subtle contact as you lean over him and giggle. 

You keep your fingers squeezed around his tip, rubbing his swollen head in circular motions as your other hand cups his balls in the comfort of your palm. The tension around Miguel’s tip is almost torturous, making him curse and thrash around in his office chair as he desperately attempts to make your hand slip even slightly so that his dick can breathe again. 

The thick, chocolate-brown hair that adorns the tan flesh from his belly button down to his base caresses your forearm each time Miguel fails to push through the restraint of your fist and thrust into your closed hand. 

You feel bad for taking your insecurities out on your poor, unsuspecting boyfriend, who was just trying to be a good boss and do his job, so you decide to give him a break.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, guapo?" You coo teasingly, releasing the pressure around the leaky head of Miguel's cock and instead starting to pump his shaft, your pace fast and sloppy as you make up for the time spent prohibiting Miguel from having any kind of release. 

Miguel's climax hits him like a freight train, his back arching drastically and his claws digging into his seat as his rock-hard cock spurts bucket loads of cum up into the air, the gooey strands of his devotion to you hitting his toned abs and coating the hair on his thighs and stomach, creating a pooling mess of semen, sweat, and tears as he slumps back in his chair and splutters.

You watch with wide eyes as Miguel's cum decorates his tan skin, like an abstract painting of your composition. And you couldn't be more proud of yourself. In a hypnotised state of desire and devotion, you scramble to your knees in between Miguel's spread thighs. 

With a smile on your face, you lick a fat, sloppy stripe from Miguel's pelvis up to his juicy pecs, gathering his cum on your flat tongue and swallowing. He tastes divine.

No other bitch would treat him like this, using her hands and mouth to worship him like you do. You lap up every thick glob of shimmering cum from Miguel's panting body, not even able to savour it due to your desperation to taste all of him.

"You taste so good, Mig." You moan, eyes fluttering at the salty, decadent flavour of Miguel's cum flooding your senses. Your hand keeps pumping him slowly, milking every last drop of his delicious cum from his cock as you worship his body and devour his essence as it glistens on his stomach and thighs. 

Your free hand scoops up some of his mess to watch how the strings make your fingers stick together, before shoving your digits in your mouth and sucking the cum off your fingers. 

Miguel chuckles and moans at the sight of his pretty girl so desperate to please him, all to ensure his loyalty. The fact that you're more willing to drag your wet tongue up and down his cum-covered, shivering body than have a conversation about your feelings is a little odd, but Miguel's not complaining. It's sweet to see how much you love him, and how much you hate that new bitch for thinking she stands a chance against you.

Miguel holds your chin in his hands and stops you from feasting on any more of his cum, directing your gorgeous face upwards so that you're staring into his eyes. You rest your tacky hands on his thighs, making him tremble ever so slightly at the way your skin sticks to his, binding the two of you together. 

Breathlessly, Miguel whispers to you, his girl, his one and only, the love of his life, with a crooked smile on his sweaty, fucked-out face.

"Sólo para ti, hermosa."

sick and tired of miguel being depicted as the “jealous and possessive” one in the relationship. If I had a man like that, I’d be just as crazy 😭

[batthiief]

plugs my multi <3333