#(lmao i almost skipped this one but i was like 'shit i need to set up this other thing more')

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I'm so far behind in tags and stuff! I have spent most of the summer for some reason in a fugue just staring off into the distance for some reason. But! I have summoned my brain a little to answer at least one! Tagged by @starknstarwars -- thank you for the tag! Anyone who wants to share, please feel free to tag yourself in.

I'm just as behind on my writing as I am on my tags, and I genuinely can't remember if I shared any of this previously, but here's a little bit from the half-finished next chapter of the forever WIP that is Smoke and Mirrors. The fic I will probably be slowly writing on until my grave despite that it has a very clear ending in mind.

Dusk had settled across the Mercantile Plaza in full by the time Theron arrived back at the safehouse. The cool, blue-tint of the streetlights dogged Theron’s steps as he darted through alleys and backstreets. It wasn’t a straightforward path, mostly as a way to throw his potential tail off the track and keep the location of his temporary base hidden. Given that the Plaza was basically a small island, there was only so far he could go to do so, but he’d doubled back several times, and took a few extra twists and turns just to be sure he’d shaken the Sith.

By the time he’d slipped into the safehouse door and pulled up the surveillance feeds on the cafe, Darok and Arokous had long left their table and retired back to their rooms for the night. Unfortunately he couldn’t do the same. At least not yet.

He needed to slap together some programming to alert him if anyone matching Arkous and Darok’s description left their rooms. Figure out the identity of the Sith at the cafe. And, to his great chagrin, prevent another close call like tonight and get his much needed Jedi backup here on planet. Not in that particular order necessarily, but it all needed to be done.

“Be proud of me, Balkar,” Theron muttered as he began to pull up the Defender’s current berthing, “I’m bringing a ‘date’ just like you wanted me to.”

Damn, he was talking to an imaginary Jonas Balkar shaped friend now. He really needed to get out more. He also tried to valiantly ignore how much that particular thought sounded like the imaginary man in question.

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Advantage, Duncan.

pairing: stanford!tashi duncan x fem!reader

summary: tashi duncan doesn’t get on her knees for anyone, but she did for you. after that night she knew there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d let you slip away from her.

—or: tashi needs you to understand that she doesn't give a fuck about patrick.

word count: 2.7k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, girl kissing, oral (fem!receiving), fingering (only barely but fem!receiving), somewhat public sex (in a locker room lmao), cheating but not really, love confessions kind of, lowkey manipulative!tashi but barely, patrick getting shit on like always, porn with a dash of plot, no use of y/n.

author’s note: back on my wlw cheater bullshit! so glad to be here! i centered this whole fic around a locker room sex scene. it just sort of spiraled into this cause you know i love being messy. once again no one requested this i'm being selfish lmao but i need more tashi fics on my masterlist! hope you love it! okay bye mwah xoxo.

Tashi’s sneakers squeak quietly as she makes her way back to the locker room. Sweat drying on her brow and adrenaline still buzzing in her veins despite the match being over. It was an easy win, Northridge had been slipping down the ranks the longer the season went on and the girl had a shit backhand.

The first thing Tashi did after shaking hands and posing for pictures was text you. She left the locker room door cracked open for you. The thought of you sitting there alone waiting patiently for her behind that door made her almost giddy enough to skip the rest of the way down the hall.

This was something like a tradition for you guys now, meeting in the locker room after her matches. Something that started a little after the two of you met a couple months ago. It was the last tournament she had before the fall semester started. The court was owned by some snobby Northern California country club that your dad happened to be president of. He stuck you in the ball crew for the summer so he could watch you keep you busy and make sure you stayed out of trouble, joke's on him. 

You were the first thing she noticed the second she stepped on the court, but how could she not? You in your cute flowy linen shorts and matching white top. A light blue visor strapped to your head. Tashi immediately got why guys have that primal, desperate urge to impress pretty girls they just met. She showed off more in that match than she had in a long time, running the girl on the other end of the court ragged.

Tashi wanted you to notice her, to see how dominating she was, to be impressed by her. Every time she hit a perfect shot, her eyes would dart to you, checking if you were watching, and you were. 

You were practically gawking at her, eyes all wide and admiring as your head snapped back and forth with every smack of the ball. 

It was perfect, you were gravitating towards her more with every new set exactly like she wanted you to. By the time she won you were watching her with stars in your eyes, gaze trailing after her every move like you were a sunflower and she was the sun. And even though lots of people have looked at her that way, you were the only one she looked back at. It made Tashi’s skin buzz with something she’d never felt outside of tennis. 

She was swept away for pictures and press before she could talk to you, but there was a party later that night thrown in honor of the players at the club's banquet hall. Tashi was standing at the bar when you slid up next to her, introducing yourself with adoration swirling in your eyes and a shy smile on your glossy lips. Tashi let herself smile right back as she shook your hand for a little longer than normal.

Two hours later and she had you in one of the hall’s many bathrooms with your Dior dress hiked up around your hips and her tongue on your pussy. She can still remember every detail of that moment. The fruity notes of your perfume, the way you tasted, how sweetly you moaned her name with your voice so breathy and desperate.

Tashi Duncan doesn’t get on her knees for anyone, but she did for you. After that night she knew there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d let you slip away from her.

Now, as she pushed open the locker room door and saw you sitting on the long bench in the center of the room, just like always, she felt a surge of possessiveness and longing. The sight of you waiting for her, so patient and devoted, made something dangerously close to love burn hot in her chest.

“Took you long enough,” you tease, standing up to greet her. You’re wearing one of her shirts, DUNCANATOR stretched across your chest in blocky red letters.

She dropped her bag at her feet, quickly crossing the room until she was close enough to pull you into a tight hug, burying her face in your neck. She was still sweaty but you didn’t care, arms coming up to wrap around her shoulders.

“I missed you,” she murmured, her voice a little too intense, her grip a little too tight. 

You laugh, your hands giving her shoulders a tiny squeeze. “It’s only been like an hour, Tash.” 

An hour felt like a whole year to her at this point. Tashi hated being away from you, hated not knowing what you were doing, who you were with, what you were thinking. She wanted to be the center of your world, just like you were so quickly becoming the center of hers. Steadily elbowing tennis inch by inch just to try and make enough room in her heart for something else. 

Tashi pulled away from you, taking a second to scan her eyes over your face. You were so beautiful, so perfect and sweet for her. She raised her hand to cup the side of your face, thumb swiping across the skin of your cheekbone a few times. You were flushed from sitting out in the sun, skin warm and soft to the touch.

She leans in without thinking, pressing her lips against yours. You taste like coconut lip balm and Pepsi. Tashi’s hand tightens its hold on your waist, pulling you in impossibly closer. She felt you sigh contently against her lips, lazily kissing back as easy as anything. Tashi felt like if she focused hard enough, that she could feel your heartbeat pounding where your chest met hers.

She swipes her tongue across your bottom lip, her hands making their way down to the small of your back to slip her fingertips under the waistband of your shorts. Your lips parted the slightest bit before you were pulling away with a small whine, pushing off her shoulders to create distance between the two of you. Tashi let her hands fall from your body as you take a small step backwards, immediately missing the warmth you took with you.

She was confused by the sudden shift in your mood until she saw the look on your face. The absolute picture of guilt, your brows furrowed enough to make a tiny crease in the middle of your forehead with your lip drawn between your teeth. Your eyes are droopy and sad as you wearily gaze at her from a few feet away. Tashi suppresses the overwhelming urge to sigh, brow raised as she stares back at you, waiting.

“I…” you trail off, wrapping your arms around yourself slowly. “I actually needed to talk to you, Tashi.”

‘Here we go.’ She thinks dryly, internally rolling her eyes. She can already tell she’s going to have to talk you down, again. She really should have expected this, you bringing up Patrick, you’ve done it enough times to be a trend. It’s been so long since the last time you said anything she was hoping you finally dropped it, apparently not.

Tashi doesn’t respond right away, just tilting her head slightly as she watches you. You shuffle uncomfortably in place, your eyes looking anywhere but her. She can see you take a steadying breath, trying to hype yourself up before you speak again.

“This is wrong,” Your voice is unconvincing, meek and soft. Tashi would laugh if she didn’t want to hurt your feelings. “What we’re doing, it’s wrong. It’s not fair to poor Patrick.”

It’s almost funny, how genuine you're being, how bad you truly feel for Patrick.

Poor, poor Patrick. Yeah fucking right. 

‘Poor Patrick’ is on tour right now probably sticking his dick in anyone that’ll let him. He’s nothing. A momentary lapse in judgment when you and Tashi went a few weeks without talking. She was hurt and vulnerable, two things she’s not used to feeling. She needed to feel in control of something again to stop her from going crazy, Patrick was easy enough.

When the two of you started talking again, she shut that shit down immediately. She was reminded of what a monumental waste of time Patrick is and pushed him to the furthest, most unimportant corner of her brain. She didn’t need him anymore, not when she had you again.

Tashi finally lets out a small sigh, more out of impatience than exasperation. She steps closer, her gaze hardening. "You really think he cares?" Her voice is low, controlled, but there's an edge to it. "Patrick doesn't need your pity. He's fine. He always is."

Your eyes widen at her words, the guilt on your face deepening. "But—"

“No.” Tashi cuts you off sharply, jaw set stubbornly. “Listen to me, Patrick is nothing. He’s just dick. He’ll never be more than just dick.” She takes another step towards you, closing the gap you made. “He doesn’t care about us, about this.” She motions between the two of you, her voice raising slightly as she speaks.

You swallow hard, arms tightening around yourself defensively as you stare at her with watery eyes. 

Tashi's whole demeanor softens, the anger draining from her body at the hurt look on your face. She would never speak to you like that, it’s just Patrick that really pisses her off. He’s not even here and he’s still managing to fuck with her. She steps even closer, her hand reaching out to gently lift your chin, forcing you to look at her. 

Your name falls from her lips, warm and wrapped in velvet, her thumb traces along your bottom lip slowly. "We have something real," she whispers fiercely, grip tightening on your chin just a fraction. "Something he could never understand. Don't let him ruin that. Don't let him ruin us."

You nod slowly, eyes big and shiny with unshed tears. It’s not good enough, Tashi can tell that you’re still apprehensive. You’re still worried, still guilty even with her reassurance. She can’t have that. If she doesn’t get you to drop this, you’ll let it consume you enough to try something stupid, like leaving her. Tashi refuses to let that even be an option.

If she can’t convince you with words, she can convince you through her actions. 

Tashi needs to drive home the point that sparing Patrick’s feelings isn’t something you need to be worried about, clearly tough love isn’t going to work on you. If she has to get on her knees to help make you understand, then she will.

She leans in slowly, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your breath catches slightly, held for only a second before you finally relax. Not completely, just enough for her to feel it. She keeps going, dragging kisses from your cheek up to your ear.

“Patrick is nothing compared to you.” she whispers directly into your ear, dropping your chin to start sliding her hand slowly down your front. “You’re so much better than him,” her hand stops at the hem of your shorts, tugging the button open with one sharp yank. You gasp sharply, hand flying up to grip her bicep tightly. Your eyes flick to the door, open and unlocked, but you’re not pushing her away, not trying to stop her. 

Tashi leans down, trailing kissing across the soft skin of your throat. “You’re everything.” She slips her hand into your shorts and down the front of your soft panties, her fingertips barely graze the slick skin of your pussy before you’re moaning.

“Fuck.” your hand squeezes her arm tighter, nails digging little crescent moons into her skin as she slides her index finger through the wetness gathering at your entrance. 

You’re so wet, completely drenching her hand in seconds. She teases you, barely pushing her finger past your tight hole as she licks a dirty stripe up the center of your throat. You whine, a desperate, too loud noise that bounces off the walls. Slowly, she breaches your entrance, sinking her finger up to the knuckle in the tight warmth of your pussy.

She watches you, takes in the needy look on your pretty face. So worked up for a single finger, so desperate for it that your hips cant down to get her deeper inside you. The wet squelch of her finger thrusting in and out of you sounds even dirtier, amplified by the room's echo. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Her tone is soft but final, like she’s stating a fact. She stares at you as she fucks her finger faster in and out of your fluttering pussy, gaze intense and unwavering. You stare back like a deer in headlights, silent except for the sharp pants falling from your slick, parted lips. That’s okay, you don’t need to do any of the talking anyway.

Tashi nips at the sensitive skin of your collarbone once before she’s dropping to her knees on the cold concrete. Her greedy hands gripping the waistband of your shorts and yanking them down your legs roughly, your lilac panties quickly follow. You gasp sharply, the cool air of the room hitting your bare pussy. “Tash-” 

Tashi cuts you off, leaning forward to slip your clit between her lips. You throw your head back, your loud moan echoing through the room. She swirls her tongue over the sensitive skin of your clit, exactly how you like it. You’re already so worked up, she knows this won’t take long.

Her mouth works you over expertly, licking and sucking and mouthing hungrily at your dripping pussy. She teases the tip of her tongue along your clenching hole, so desperate to be filled by the strap sitting in a old box on the highest shelf of her closet. Her thighs clench at the thought, you bouncing on her dick, wrecked and spent on the sheets of her bed. She pushes the idea to the back of her mind, you always have later for that. Right now, she’s focused on making you come on her tongue. 

Tashi can tell you’re getting close. Your breathing changes, gets heavier, even more little moans and whines falling from your lips each time her nose presses against your clit just right. Your fingers slide into her hair as you start to roll your hips, chasing her mouth. 

“God, Tashi–!” Your thighs shake on either side of her head, hands twisting her hair in your grip roughly. “Shit, yes–fuck! I’m gonna come–” Your hips start to grind against her tongue even faster as you got closer to the edge.

Tashi lets you use her face to get off, her hands sliding up and down the side of your thighs soothingly as you come. She works you through your orgasm, her tongue sliding along your sensitive skin until you’re physically pulling her away.

Tashi presses one last kiss to your hip before she stands, pulling your shorts and panties back up your legs as she does. You’re still trying to catch your breath, leaning up against the lockers as she buttons your zipper for you. Your face is flushed and sweaty, your eyes are glossed over and hazy. She smiles, giving you a soft kiss with your release still coating her lips and tongue. You kiss back regardless, slow and sweet like molasses. 

Tashi pulls away first, giving your cheek a quick tap before stepping away to pick up her bag up off the floor. “Come on,” she offers you her hand, nodding her head towards the door. “Let’s go get frozen yogurt.” 

You smile, making your way across the room to slide your hand into hers. Tashi goes to push the door open, but you stay in place, tugging her hand back. When she turns to face you, there’s a look on your face she hasn’t seen before. “You’re everything too.” 

Your tone is so sincere, so genuine that she feels her heart grow three sizes. Your eyes sparkle as you stare at her like she’s a God. It’s exactly what she wanted. She smiles, giving your hand a hard squeeze and finally dragging you out of the locker room.

Duncan: Game, Set, Match.

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forbidden fruit

or Swiss takes Aeon out to the orchard for an impromptu date.

heavily inspired by this post by @crimsonclergy (I have been thinking about that post nonstop for a month and a half lmao)

Contains they/them for Aeon, t4t ghouls (dick, folds, and pussy used to describe what Aeon's working with), outdoor sex, and just 3.6k of two ghouls being sappy as shit for each other (seriously, it got way sappier than I intended)

Aeon stumbles into the kitchen well into the morning, the sun almost at its zenith. Their mismatched eyes are heavy with sleep, their stomach growling. Swiss is already there, leaning back against the counter in his sleep clothes, a black tanktop and a pair of sweats that sit low on his hips, exposing the softness of his stomach, the trail of coarse dark hair leading down. The sight makes Aeon's heart flutter like a trapped rabbit's, mouth watering a little.

"Morning, stickbug. What's on your docket today?" Swiss asks, hands wrapped around a mug of something steaming that smells of coffee and cinnamon.

"Morning," Aeon stretches, groaning and eyelids fluttering as they grab a granola bar, one of the batch that Mountain made with dried fruit and chunks of dark chocolate. "Polishing the silver in the chapel," they say, garbled through a mouthful. "Boring."

Swiss hums thoughtfully, taking a long drink from his mug. Aeon watches unashamedly as his throat works when he swallows. "How do you feel about playing hooky, then?"

"Play hickey?" Aeon makes a questioning noise, finishing chewing. "I've never heard that before," they say, raising an eyebrow at the turn of phrase. "Explain that one to me?"

"Not hickey, bug, hooky," Swiss grins, and it's as bright as the first time Aeon saw the sun. "Though I wouldn't be opposed to that." He leans forward, mug set down on the counter next to him. "It means skipping chores to go do something a little more fun," he says easily. "I'm supposed to sweep and mop, but really, think about it. The silver gets polished and the floors get mopped every day. It'll be fine if we skip out for one day."

Aeon hums, swallowing the last of the granola bar. "You sure we won't get in trouble?" They ask.

"Bug," Swiss hums, setting one of his giant hands on their shoulder. "If you were scheduled for a shift in the infirmary, or kitchen duty, or practice, or something that needs to get done, I wouldn't have asked. Besides," he says with another bright grin, "If Papa actually gets angry for us skipping one day's worth of chores, I'll just tell him we were honoring the Old One with the sin of sloth."

Aeon laughs, leaning into Swiss's touch. "You can sweet talk your way out of anything, I swear."

Swiss waggles his eyebrows, leaning in and giving Aeon a peck on the lips. "You know it, buggy." Aeon leans into the kiss, tries to deepen it, wants nothing more than to taste the coffee he's been drinking, but Swiss pulls away teasingly. "Meet me in the gardens in, say, half an hour?"

They nod, leaning in for another quick kiss, rubbing their cheek happily against Swiss's stubble before darting back to their room. They change, throwing their pajamas into the ever-growing heap of their laundry (they swear they'll get it done, just not today) and change into a pair of black jeans and an oversized hoodie, one of Swiss's that smells like chai and spices.

The air is cool, a breeze rustling through the autumn leaves, yellow and orange and brown. Aeon meets Swiss outside, the multighoul flicking open and shut his utility knife, the metal making a soft noise as he plays with it. Aeon swallows hard, and Swiss glances up, gold gaze softening as he sees them approach.

"Hey, buggy, I like the hoodie," Swiss grins. Aeon rolls their eyes, even as a soft violet blush grows on their cheeks.

"Hi, Swiss," they say, leaning in for a kiss even though it's been less than an hour since they've seen the multighoul. "What's with the knife?"

"We're gonna need it," he says, his brow furrowing as Aeon's expression turns a little apprehensive. "I'm not planning on using it on you, not gonna shank my precious little quint in the gardens," he laughs.

Swiss tucks his utility knife into his pocket, reaching out to take Aeon's hand. They take it eagerly, delighted at how their hand seems to vanish in his. Their hand's not small by any means, but Swiss's are giant. He chuffs shakily at the younger ghoul, who leans in, rubbing their cheek against his tshirt, happily repeating the noise as they wind their tails together.

"Why am I still surprised you can chuff and purr?" Aeon asks as Swiss leads them through the gardens, surprisingly empty this time of day. The harvest is soon, and Aeon would imagine the place would be crawling with earth ghouls and Siblings.

Swiss grins, swinging their joined arms as he leads them to the orchards, the apple trees heavy with fruit. "I am a ghoul of many talents, my sweet little stickbug," he croons, taking them deeper and deeper into the rows of trees. "You know I'm a little quintessence too."

Aeon nods, still resting their head on Swiss's shoulder. "It's funny, though, you can do both. I just sound like a choked out squeaky toy if I try to purr."

Swiss laughs, the sound echoing around the empty orchard like the chapel bells. He lets go of Aeon's hand, just long enough to wrap his arm around their waist, squeezing them tight against his side. "My choked out squeaky toy," he laughs, pressing a kiss to Aeon's two toned hair before taking their hand again.

Eventually, Swiss hums, finding a tree he likes. He reaches up, snatching two shiny apples from the lower branches, and sits, back pressed against the trunk. He pats his left thigh, chittering under his breath as Aeon sits next to him. "Come on, buggy, get comfy," he says, coaxing the younger ghoul to lay down, using his thigh as a pillow.

Aeon hums happily, breathing in Swiss's smell, the fresh air, noticing with a twinge in their chest that he encouraged them to lay with their left side closest to him, their damaged eye shaded from the afternoon sun. Swiss ruffles their hair, cooing down at them, before polishing the apples with the hem of his shirt. "This is what we needed the knife for, bug," he says, brandishing the utility knife from his pocket. He selects one of the apples and methodically cuts a slice from the fruit, deft fingers working.

Even though they had eaten breakfast less than an hour before, the crisp sound of Swiss cutting the apple makes their mouth water, and they reach up, making grabby hands for the slice. Swiss clicks his tongue, batting Aeon's hand away. "Let me, bug," he says, feeding them the slice of fruit before cutting one for himself.

Aeon's eyes flutter close as the juice explodes with sweetness on their tongue, moaning softly as they chew, the apple perfectly ripe and crunchy. Swiss grins, trilling happily at Aeon's reaction. "Is it that good, sweetheart?"

"Mhm," Aeon moans affirmatively, nodding eagerly as they swallow, cracking their eyes open just in time to watch Swiss eat his own slice. They can't help themselves, their uninjured eye dilating as they watch Swiss's eyes grow half-lidded, a similar noise escaping his throat as he savors his slice. He cuts another slice off of the apple, pressing it to their lips. Aeon eagerly accepts it, chuffing gratefully as they take the slice from his fingers with their fangs.

Aeon can't take their eyes off of Swiss's hands, watching his deft, strong fingers work, Swiss cast in a gold light from the sun, splitting the apples between them both. "You look really pretty," they whisper, face relaxed and content as they eat. Their tail pads against the ground as they wag it.

"Not as pretty as you," Swiss snorts a laugh, popping another piece of apple into his mouth. "You flatter me, buggy."

"I mean it!" They protest, huffing and crossing their arms over their chest.

Swiss hums as he sets the cores aside, nose scrunching up as he seems to decide something. He licks the flat of his blade slowly, making sure to lock eyes with Aeon, staring up at him. His eyes flutter shut and he moans dramatically, but he's never been able to resist playing it up. He licks the juice off of the other side, smirking down at them as he watches the pupil of their undamaged eye grow, engulfing the violet iris in inky blackness. Aeon whines, hand reaching up to grab his wrist.

"What, buggy?" he asks, still smirking. "Can't put the knife away dirty."

"Swiss," Aeon breathes. Their cheeks flush as they feel their stomach flip, their dick kicking in their boxers. It's odd that a personification of sin itself feels things like shame, but Aeon feels it intensely as they get worked up over a little gesture meant to tease. They turn their face into Swiss's stomach, hiding, breathing in his scent. They're sure Swiss can smell them too, blackberry and ozone and need.

"Oh, buggy," Swiss coos, ruffling their hair. "Did I get you all worked up?"

"Yeah," they admit, muffled by the softness of his stomach.

"Hey, sweetheart, can you look at me?" Swiss asks, voice low as he bends down to get closer to them. Aeon whines, but rolls back onto their back to meet his eye. "There's my buggy," he says, trailing gentle fingers along their jaw, down their throat, tracing over a mostly-healed bite mark on the edge between patches of grey and lavender skin at the crook of their neck.

"Hi," they whisper, shivering as Swiss touches the bitemark. "Sorry I'm being needy. I've been Up Top for a while, I should be able to be in control of myself by now."

"Hi," Swiss snorts, leaning down further and kissing them sweetly. They both taste of apples. "Don't apologize for that, bug. I like how easily I can get you worked up. It's hot."

"Did you plan on this when you asked me to 'play hooky?'" Aeon asks, making air quotes. Their tail reaches over, wrapping itself around Swiss's shin.

Swiss shrugs, hand trailing up to cup Aeon's cheek. "Nah, just wanted to spend a nice afternoon with my sweetheart. But I'm more than happy to help you out with that little problem. You know me."

Aeon sighs, laughing a little as they nuzzle against Swiss's stomach, feeling his scent grow thicker as he reacts to Aeon's own. They sigh again, starting to clamber upright.

Swiss grabs their arm, gold eyes wide and scent tinged with distress. "Hey, hey, buggy, where you going?"

"Back to the Abbey? To one of our rooms?" They question, a surprised noise yanked from them as Swiss pulls them back down into his lap.

"What's wrong with out here?" Swiss teases, watching Aeon's good eye dilate further.

"People could see?" They whine, but it's really not convincing.

"No one's out here, bug," Swiss says, brushing their hair off of their forehead, pushing it behind a horn. "How about since it was my tongue that got you all worked up, I give it to you?"

Aeon bites their lip to stifle a moan, nodding eagerly, and Swiss laughs, sitting up and helping them rearrange until their back is pressed against the tree, Swiss laying on his stomach between their legs.

He unties Aeon's sneakers, setting them aside and pressing a kiss to their bare ankle. Swiss prowls closer, eyes dark and hungry, his big hands settling on the waistband of Aeon's jeans. "You want these off, baby?" he asks, voice low.

Aeon nods, throat working as they find their words. "Yes, please," they say, lifting their hips and helping Swiss pull their jeans and boxers down.

Swiss hums, shrugging before shucking his shirt, folding it and setting it under Aeon's ass as a makeshift pillow. "So chivalrous," Aeon giggles, honestly distracted by the miles of warm skin on display, covered in coarse, dark hair and only interrupted by the well-healed scars under his pecs. Aeon wants nothing more than to cuddle up with him, nuzzle against his chest, but then their dick throbs and they remember what exactly they're doing.

"Nothing but the best for my buggy," Swiss grins, locking eyes with them as he lays back down on his stomach.

Aeon whines, throwing their head back and wincing as they bonk their head on the tree behind them, and Swiss's hungry gaze turns worried. "Shit, 'm fine," Aeon laughs, blushing even deeper, rubbing the back of their head.

Swiss smiles warmly, grabbing their other hand and rubbing his thumb over their knuckles, leaning down and kissing the pudge of their stomach. "Don't want to have to take you to the infirmary, bug," he whispers. "You know Aether'll tear us a new one if he finds out we're shirking responsibilities."

Aeon snorts, stomach muscles tensing as Swiss kisses a ticklish spot. "Aether's told me all about the times he and Dew skipped out to go make out in some closet somewhere."

Swiss grins, trailing kisses down the line of Aeon's stomach, getting closer and closer to where Aeon's scent is the strongest, the dark curls there already damp and shining with slick. He scrapes his stubble against the sensitive skin inside of their thigh. "Sounds like the two of them, honestly," Swiss hums, burying his nose in the crease between Aeon's hip and thigh, taking a deep breath and groaning as their scent floods his senses. "Fuck, buggy, you smell so good."

They whine, reaching down and threading their fingers through Swiss's braids, not pulling or tugging, just grabbing on. "Shit, please, please don't make me wait," they beg.

"Of course, bug," Swiss whispers, locking eyes with them before licking a stripe up their folds the exact same way he licked his knife clean.

Aeon lets out a strangled little moan, fingers tightening in Swiss's hair as their eyes flutter shut on their own accord. "Fuck!" they yelp, hips jolting forward.

"Easy, baby," Swiss hums, groaning as their taste floods his mouth, stronger and sweeter than the apples they had shared. "Let me make you feel good."

Aeon nods, not easing the death grip they had in his hair. "Fuck, please," they whisper, trying to make eye contact with him, but Swiss's gaze is so attentive and hungry they have to look away.

He lowers his mouth down to Aeon's dick, jutting proudly from their folds. He sucks the nub gently between his teeth, fingers dimpling the softness of their thighs. Aeon's breath stutters, feeling more slick pool out from them.

"Gonna ruin your shirt," they huff, fingers moving from Swiss's hair to wrap around his horns, guiding him to where they need him. They yelp as his mustache scrapes against their sensitive folds, eyes rolling back into their head.

Swiss pulls off with a laugh, turning and nipping a little mark into their inner thigh, soothing it with his hot tongue. "You're not going to ruin it," he assures them. "I want it to smell like you."

Something deep in Aeon's stomach flutters, and they groan unashamedly. "Oh, fuck," they whisper. He chuckles and licks through their folds again, eyes flashing with delight as it draws another strangled noise from their throat.

Swiss laps at them like a man starved, like he hadn't just eaten, like he wanted to drown himself in Aeon's essence. Aeon tightens their grip around his horns, holding him against them as they lean back, groaning as their head makes contact with the tree again.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," they chant as Swiss moans against them, his eyes fluttering shut as he devours them. "Suck on it, please suck on it Swiss." They tug on his horns, drawing a moan from the multighoul's throat. He moves up obediently, desperate to please them, and wraps his lips around their dick.

"Shit, right there," they whine, hips jolting up as he laves his tongue over the sensitive nub. "Don't stop, Swiss, please don't stop."

And he doesn't, he keeps suckling and licking, eyelashes fluttering as he moans around them. "Fuck, buggy, you taste so fucking good," he groans, letting go of one of their thighs as he pants for breath. Something in Aeon's chest does a flip when they see just how shiny the lower half of his face is, slick coating his mustache and chin. "How do you feel about inside, sweetheart?"

Aeon swallows hard, nodding so enthusiastically they hit their head on the tree again, but they're so giddy it only draws a laugh from them. "Can I have your fingers, too? Couldn't stop watching them while you cut the fruit for us."

Swiss grins, fangs flashing bright in the afternoon sunlight, dappled through the leaves like Aeon's skin. "Anything for my squeaky toy," Swiss teases, laughing brightly as Aeon shoves at his forehead.

"Shut up," they whine, but they're grinning too. True to Swiss's newest nickname for them, Aeon lets out a strangled noise as he pushes his ring and middle finger inside of them, petting at their inner walls.

"That's it, bug, just feel it," he whispers, kissing their stomach again. They whine, yelping as he presses firmly against the spongy spot just behind their dick, drawing little circles there with the pads of his fingers.

"Fuck!" Aeon wails, legs falling open wider. They don't care if their voice carries, if someone hears them. It's too good, the pleasure rising in their body like the tides. "Swiss!"

"That's it, sweetheart," Swiss coos, licking his lips before kissing their dick, fingers working inside of them. "Taking it so good, such a good ghoul for me," he says, kissing the swollen nub into his mouth, rubbing his tongue over the head as Aeon wails.

Aeon pants and wails, chest heaving as Swiss's hoodie suddenly becomes too hot, even in the cool autumn air. They reluctantly release Swiss's horns, shoving his hoodie off over their head. They curse as it gets tangled against their horns, laughing as they finally get it off, leaving them in just a black binder. Once they get the hoodie off, they look down, realizing just how fondly Swiss is looking up at them.

"What're you looking at?" They try to tease, but their voice hitches as Swiss sucks a little harder at their dick.

Swiss pulls back, smiling warmly as he licks the slick from his lips. "I'm just looking at my buggy, thinkin' about how much I love hearing them laugh. Hearing them happy."

"You're a fucking sap," they whine, crossing their arms over their chest petulantly, turning away from him.

"I mean it," he says, the most sincere Aeon's ever heard him, thrusting his fingers slowly into their heat. "You don't know how happy it makes me to see you happy."

They huff a little laugh, reaching down and pulling him up to kiss him. It's heated, but not dirty, sweet and Aeon tries to put every ounce of their affection and gratitude into it. They moan loud into his lips as they taste themself on him. "Fuck, please make me cum, Swiss," they beg, and Swiss laughs, voice ringing like a bell, and even if Aeon were sent back to the Pit tomorrow, the noise would make them happy for the rest of their existence.

"Of course, bug," he coos, waggling his eyebrows as he dives back between their legs. He watches their expression as he doubles his efforts, drowning himself in them.

Aeon squeals, hands darting back down to his horns, to his hair, anything they can to hold on as the pleasure rocks through their body. "Fuck!" they shout, only the whites of their eyes visible.

Swiss groans into them, the vibration rattling something deep in their core. Aeon shouts, back arching as they hold his mouth against them, nearly gushing like a water ghoul when they cum. Swiss mumbles something unintelligible, clever tongue and fingers working them through it, drinking them down as they squeeze around him.

When their body stops shaking, their sensitive dick twitching against Swiss's tongue, Aeon pushes Swiss off of them. Normally, they like the overstimulation, how eager Swiss is to draw their pleasure out until they're screaming, but they're sated. "Fuck," they giggle, Swiss staring up at them with an almost goofy expression.

Aeon catches their breath, reaching for Swiss. "Lemme get you off now," they pant, and Swiss laughs again. He shuffles up, straddling their thighs as he presses his forehead against theirs.

"Bug," he says, voice full of so much love Aeon can almost taste it. His cheeks are warm, and Aeon takes a breath through their nose. Under the heavy scent of their own slick, they can smell.. shame? Not a lot, not overwhelming, but it's so odd to smell it coming from Swiss that their brow furrows, and they bring their hands up to cup his damp cheeks.

"Swiss? You okay?" They ask, genuinely worried.

Swiss laughs, eyes crinkling as he smiles. "I'm good, bug, but I don't need you to reciprocate. Came in my damn pants like a teenager."

Aeon's eyes widen in surprise and delight. "Shit," they giggle, kissing him again. "Pussy so good it made you cum in your pants."

Swiss pulls back, laughing. "We really need to get you off of the internet," he teases, wiping his face on his arm. Aeon rolls their eyes, but laughs along with him.

"Come here and cuddle me," they whine, making grabby hands at him.

He grins, laying down next to them and pulling them halfway onto his chest as they chuff happily, rubbing their face on his pecs. "Anything for my little squeaky toy."

Aeon smacks him playfully, and their combined laughter carries through the orchard, sweet like apples.

[thespiral]

👾 for Fresno! Or if you feel like a different barbie, have at it. I'm ready for the Symbolism and the Themes ´･ᴗ･`

for you my friend. extra barbie on the house.

FRESNO: Bat Out of Hell - Meatloaf

*1,000,000 visitor alarm goes off* OH BABY YOU GOT ONE OF THEM FUNDAMENTAL SONGS. bat out of hell was one of THEE ingredients to make Fresno what they are today even if it was base and not like, the deeply complex disaster they are today along with golden age of leather and power underneath despair böc. but it's still a good way to sort of connect them down to the 80s roots and shit

so bat out of hell is out of a concept album about Guy Who Dies in Motorcycle Crash but nobody said it could be a Metaphysical Guy Who Dies In Motorcycle Crash. this song is bittersweet because it encapsulates what Fresno is down to the tragedy of it all. and it's mwah.

honestly i can see this as like, sort of the Moment it all happens and the repetition of that moment in their story, in my head the foiled escape attempt from either the mojave/prison is sort of like on motorcycle and someone shoots them down, is it ncr? legion? who knows, but there's evil in the air and man with a gun in his eye and a the death of someone in the street. this can be Fresno as an 80s, since the Sac-Town raid was sort of. coming of age as a Man:tm: thing Hellmouth set up for them but also the death of their independent self as they're dragged further into the legion. frogs in a boiling pot.

so it DEFINITELY depends who they're with if the first 4 lines apply because "pure and good and right" LMAO (maybe in his own perspective but shhh) but there's the connection between Fresno and Hell, as a devil and outsider and sinner, out of hell, if you will. and you know, the many meanings of out of hell.

we'll both be so alone. and it's true! even if they are the one that mostly sabotages and breaks it off, that doesn't deny that they'll be so fucking alone when the light of day comes along. nocturnal by need, even. i like the idea of Fresno being partially a mirror of someone's deeply repressed feelings because Fresno allows themself to feel even if some things are off limits because their ass doesn't do introspection but someone so bolted together that they aren't willing to admit to themself that they're lonely? smile

so Fresno returning is a very Strange phenomenon, i haven't had it in mind that they attempted to escape other times in their story but. honestly who knows, maybe they did, maybe a Certain Someone catches up and uses his funny skills to bring them in further. something something fishing metaphor and tiring the prey out. you understand.

i also like the idea of Fresno taking the bait because who else waits for them. who else seems to care about them. haha. hahahha. lmao.

Fresno jetting off from their positions, hitting the highway in the road to destiny in the only way they know how, going upstream. nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole and every person they meet may be stunted and lost and it's not worth to stay with Hell on Wheels, what have they done for them, anyway. maybe they'll be evil if they do, maybe they're doomed to die, but they were taught to be ruthless and fuck they will be ruthless to them as well.

and the scenario repeats almost a decade later and... well.

they'll escape, no matter if their wounds are raw and open and htey're leaving behind something they like, they'll be eaten alive if they stay [which. true, to an extent] but. but.

the moment of hesitation, i can't stop thinking of you, that slight moment of vulnerability that makes them collapse and hit the sudden curve.

it's a moment i've always wanted to illustrate because just. the way it's presented, the way the singer ACKNOWLEDGES that they never see the sudden curve until they're about to crash, that hesitation that leads to the death. MWAH. cinema. and if you, the reader, don't listen to any song but a chunk of one i IMPLORE you to listen to it and skip ahead to 6:10 and listen to that guitar work. THE IMPLIED CRASH!! THE MOTORCYCLE SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL IN GUITAR!!!!! it drives me INSANE every single time. that is todd rundgren's talent for you. i've always wanted to capture that moment because it's just soooo cinematic and the leadup makes me think of someone taking aim before shooting them down

both a near death experience and the death of one aspect to be changed into another. metaphysical death of a bike crash. obviously the result varies on what happens but just like the shock, the experience, seeing yourself out of body being dragged away to be imprisoned [again] and tolling a bell for themself. ough. ough. ough. the tragedy of it all.

what is meant to be cathartic and a release turns into being brought back to hell, endless cycles and their attempts to escape them and all. ough

+ BONUS

AUSTIN: Electric Eye - Judas Priest [old art alert]

i haven't taken him out of the box in a longgg time but fun fact, he was my first courier! way back when i was a little new vegas baby, a new baby if you will, he was supposed to be like this morally good ncr-independent courier who's main goal is Fix the NCR from the inside. obviously i know now that it was an impossible dream but as i've kinda retouched upon it i've turned down his morals and turned up his fanaticism towards the ncr and now he's basically head of Ministry of Propaganda- i mean public relations of ncr.

he's a synth and has a tendency to go full ham in the fanaticism regardless of what he's cheering for, and ended up latching on to the ncr after [i think] being implanted with ncr citizen memories. his main job is mostly spin doctor, trying to make the mojave campaign appealing to brahmin barons and others for funding back in the ncr as kind of a newscast radio guy, i like to think him as a lesser head in the hydra of the ncr but nevertheless still sending out people to die in the desert

i really like the big brother is watching theming because i like to take some cues from cold war-era usa to the ncr because like looking at curtis i think there should be like some kinda paranoia/red scare sentiment back at the ncr and he's just here to be my lore puppet for it

and as a guy literally being in charge of the news, uh, expect a lot of watchful eyes. he's funny because he's kind of more or less literally a terminator but he's just chilling in the hub while others die for his cause and i know i'm heavy handed about it. but!

he certainly keeps his republic clean. smile

[luckyqueenreign]

Hello o/ I'm the same anon who asked you about the shitshow that s5 was, and omg people really didn't exaggerate lmao, I read every single sentence and really understood why it was such a garbage. It's really sad that Fusebox got so much onto anti-consumer shit (Really?? Not giving the MC agency?? In a game about choices??) Everyone at the villa sounds like an bully asshole, even the supposed LIs.

The plot reads like the writers had a vague idea but changed their minds on the direction nearly every episode, and to get where they wanted they needed to force the player. It had a god awful result.

I know S6 isn't the best either (Having Amelia shoved into you bc ✨Twins✨ while she kissed like two guys you liked behind your back was super obnoxious, also the repeatedly Zeph mention) but I think I did a good call skipping s5 to s6. Also s5 mc was pretty ugly imo, at least s6 could be fixed with the bangs.

Sheesh, I miss Bobby now.

Thank you a lot, again!!!!

bestie just be glad you didnt subject yourself to that hot ass dumpster fire of a season. Lowkey the only reason why I even finished it was because of my Tumblr friends...the shared camaraderie of just being mentally abused on a weekly basis by a game that was supposed to be fun!! LOL

s6 sucked too but it was alot better than 5 so it's almost excusable off that alone lol. i totally agree they leaned in on the twin thing too much it was unbearable. And no one needed a second set of twins!! The Zeph thing will go down as one of the most useless plots of all time...like whyyyy?!

of course babe 💖

[sablegear0]

i saw your post about the final ep of technoroid and i have really really long ask incoming, i'm sorry, I had to bc i have too much to say for the reply feature LMAO

I have answers to some of those questions as someone who's read the game story. first, I have to agree that it should've been two episodes. I feel like episodes 11 and 12 should've been 3 episodes, it would've been a much better pace. second, i also think the epilogue doesn't answer any questions. The game starts with KNOCC in sleep mode in some random storage room in Babel with no memories, and Stand Alone are all robots now, so I was REALLY dying to find out what happened. Stand Alone I could guess what happened, but the ending of the anime almost contradicts how KNOCC ends up. also, in the game, it seems like KNOCC's victory at the end of the anime was suppressed? because no one remembers who they are. Hell, even Bora doesn't (though he may just be withholding). The only ones who seem to remember who they are are Esora and Nobel. So I REALLY wanna know how it came to that. third, about Bora. i was also really looking forward to Bora's emotional awakening scene. in the game, he is a detective who has a lot of hatred for both the police and the WG (and also Babel). the latter makes sense, but the former?? he's full on ACAB in the game which is really fucking hilarious in my opinion. he's a high level climber in Babel too, but he doesn't partake much and only did it for the privileges of being "inside" the tower. (i also think he looks better with his headphones btw. i miss them. but he also looks completely different in game.) fourth, i was actually expecting something darker to have happened to kite (i think a lot of people who read the game story feel the same) and i had theories and shit in my head, so kite donating his organs by his free will was a bit anticlimactic for me? and as a kite fan myself i also felt like i really don't know enough about human him

fifth, about nobel. Yeah, no i'm lost too. in the game it's revealed that he's a "Dark Master" which is what illegal android builders are called. he says he does research on robotics but what it is specifically i have no idea. i'm pretty sure he built the two robots that are currently working as bora's partners in his detective agency, but it's a wild guess. sixth, there's a lot of in game story things I can't possibly cover in one single ask so feel free to hit me up i need someone to go insane about this franchise with

Thanks for reaching out! It's exciting to find other people getting into something I'm super new to. Between this ask and your big long awesome summary post, I'm beginning to suspect something about Technoroid the game vs Technoroid the anime... (This is one got long, oh boy)

I'm wondering if they may be slightly divergent timelines. You mention the anime is meant to be a sort of prequel/set-up to the events of the game, but the differences that arise between them lead me to suspect either a) some drastic changes happen over the time-skip (not unheard of but maybe unlikely? There are a lot of contradictions arising), or b) that they're not directly related. From what I gather, the game seems to be a much "darker" timeline to what the anime suggests may come to pass.

We can't rule out the possibility that things were changed on the anime side for the sake of telling a more coherent story, however. You can cram a lot more content into a game (esp a platform like a mobile/gatcha) than about 4.5 hrs of a single season of anime. Making changes to characters' motivations or backgrounds to simplify their arc just makes for cleaner presentation. Thinking specifically about Kite/Kaito here; there's absolutely a disconnect between his apparent fate in the game and his choices in the anime. We only had 12 episodes to introduce, characterize, and face-turn the mean rival character. It's a clear arc within that span, but doesn't connect cleanly to the events of Unison Heart because it was likely trimmed down for time and clarity. Plus a happy(ish) ending with only a mild amount of ambiguity is a nice way to wrap up a single-season run. (However it did just occur to me that the object Esola drops in the anime's timeskip ending is an apple... oh the symbolism, the foreshadowing!)

Still, the differences do offer some intrigue and a fair amount of room for theorizing and creating. This is exactly the kind of undefined space bloggers and fanfic writers thrive in, after all. There is apparently a manga currently in serialization so it's also possible it may tie things together, or even offer another "timeline" to the story. Who knows. I'll have to track it down and take a look. And I might have to play the damn gatcha game too...gr...

Regarding the apparent "suppression" of KNOCC's victory; on the one hand, that really sucks. They worked hard and literally braved death to get that win. On the other, from a real-world standpoint, I can kind of understand how they themselves end up kind of obscure. Consider how fast today's media cycle is, then amplify that into the near-ish future. A short-lived, "flash-in-the-pan" Climber group is liable to be forgotten pretty quickly, even if their success did mark a huge civil rights win for robot-kind. However we can't rule out the likely explanation that there may be some canon media suppression. We know the Exclusionists have those strings to pull and it would make perfect sense to do so. (As an aside, I wonder how "sleep-mode" interacts with the limited lifespan clause. Maybe it just puts their timer on "pause" for a while, like cryo-stasis would for a human...?)

Good to hear my boy Bora is making his way in the world and has some friends to help. It's kind of awesome that he went independent after downloading a conscience. What's that saying? There are no "good" cops because "good" cops quit? Blows my mind a bit to try to think of him as a Climber but I guess a) that's the game's main framing so he needs a reason to be there and b) Babel's performers do have a lot of social clout, it's prudent to get into that circle if you're, say, possibly investigating some political corruption. He also has that handsome voice, I bet he does just fine.

It tickles me that Nobel remains a weird, morally-dubious cryptid across both halves of this. I would expect nothing less, if I'm being honest. While I was mulling over this ask, I had a deep think about him illegally building androids and I realized something. Assuming little else changes about androids besides having personhood under the law (as in, no longer being able to be purchased or owned as property) and having limited lifespans... They're going to "die out." Presumably personhood complicates the process of "buying" (hiring from scratch?) an android, and if Exclusionist sympathies still persist, nobody's going to buy or build more androids. Society is still explicitly capitalist; there's little profit to be made from buying or selling a worker-entity that may decide to up and leave one day. All you'd be doing is essentially sponsoring a person into existence. Which is cool from a social standpoint but not a great business move. Nobel might just be taking it upon himself to perpetuate his "species" since he's realized it's not likely anyone else will. (And if that isn't the case, I'm damn well going to write about it because that shit is compelling to me.)

Well met, @ordinaryxtreme, I look forward to geeking out with you in the future 🤝

[unsleepingtales]

Ravening War episode 5 reactions! I’m so close to being all caught up, I’m so excited to be able to go through my dash without being scared for spoilers again

The lemon saint sebastian kills me every time lmao

Ooh new minis!

Oh those things are horrifying and also kind of cute?

I love how Aabria’s makeup references Karna’s eye

GHOST PEPPER

Angels of a mushroom god that can save me from perdition

I love intricate battle sets like this

Oh the pumpkin one is actually cute

THE DOMEEEEEE

Deli taking a level of barbarian makes sense yeah

God the deli/colin drama kills me

God Karna is so pretty

Battle master Colin go off hell yeah

What a wild way to ask permission to kill someone

You’re leeking!!

Just a cheeky lil silvery barbs

Oh, shit indeed

Yeah you fucked up.

SO many silvery barbs

Oh nooo poison

The concept of uncanny valley is so wild in this situation where nothing is actually human. Like. Would these vegetables and fruits etc be capable of feeling the discomfort of the uncanny valley?

There are fucking stakes.

Well. At least we have a sense of what we’re doing now. Even if it’s not a great thing to be doing.

You know, Raphaniel, I’m not entirely sure it is good to be this way!

Karna just going batshit when Deli is hurt is great

FORTY FOUR DAMAGE??

Wails from the Grave??

Just wanna lodge a complaint with the fate board.

Dice are jewelry for gamers!

Oh that’s so gross

Sick

Really cool, sick as hell, also EW

Gotta say, I really appreciate how Anjali immediately clocked and embraced the manner in which these creatures communicate

Karna giving a sacrifice to the mycelium <3

Horrifying. Horrifying!

Yeah you two should talk. You really should.

Oh god I take it back? I take it back.

Shoutout to the composers for this season btw the music really does add so much <3

W h a t

Who is that what’s up with that voice

How is this the FIRST TIME anyone’s talked to Colin with telepathy

We talk out loud okay? Like buds.

Cheese?? Colin backstory moment??

IS THIS MY FUCKING DAD

ZAC DAD MOMENT 100

Helloooooo

New map!! Malleable map! Malleable terrain! I love this shit!

Sickening

Great point. We’re having fun!

Bro what?? Brennan what?? Why?????

Matt’s FACE-

I need this energy to be directed somewhere else!

Best buds. Yep. Sure. Mhm.

Oh noooooo Karna

It’s almost like it’s been molding :D

They should put up cones!

You were always a problem??? God that’s fucked up

Ew ew ew

What that gravy doooo

OH SHIT THAT WAS THE FABIAN SEACASTER THEME

KARNA NO

Matt’s so good at noises damn

Everyone disliked that!

Honor skips a generation.

We gotta finish burning you DAMN

Kill! Your! Dad!

Glowing corn? Zac dad moment? What is this, freshman year?

I’m glad Colin gets a moment of having a glass of water and a hug and getting to talk.

That’s the amazing thing about necromancy! It’s not just skeletons and stuff, it’s closure!

Fun fact: I used to have an English teacher named Fontini

Did he just go to quote the ‘what is grief if not love persevering’ line from WandaVision??

A library of skulls holy shit

It just looks like steel. Just regular metal, non food metal.

God his visions are sick

Deus Pa’Zuul

Man they were just supposed to be left alone!

Yeah just go say hi to the speaker for the heart of the world

Ooh Karna and Raphaniel are talking againnnn

Oh they’re so stealthy

Yayyyy battle set close ups <3

The seventh kingdom!!

Graham cracker sidewalk!!

We do love to see it

Get absolutely got man

WHAT

WHAT

Deli and Karna are so scary sometimes

What an insane way to finish a sentence that started with ‘I am possessed of healing’

Oh my god

The idea that Raphaniel feels kinship with these creatures specifically because they would be pleasant to consume together. Hnnnng.

Dome!

The fact that deli just kills with no hesitation no matter who’s telling him to

We’re getting in character :D

Ooooh Karna

Ok the one slap was kinda hot and then it devolved a Lot

No coherent thoughts about the preview except that Aabria’s makeup looks so good.

[dsnzfb]

Lavender In Bloom

It's been, like, forever since I've written anything, but I've been In The Mood recently and churned this out.

OC writing, they belong to both my friend and I, but they don't mind that I'm using him for this.

M/M allergies snzfic, mutual pining and other idiocies, aka, I'm shaking them both and pushing them together for being stupid.

WARNING THIS IS A SNEEZE FIC!!! DO NOT INTERACT IF UR NOT THIS WAY INCLINED!!!

Also Rose is a snzfucker. Cactus is allergic. Yes they're both named after plants.

Words: bout 8k or so, apparently (edit: I read the character count as a word count lmao it is NOT that long)

It was 7:58 in the morning, a perfectly fine time to be awake, according to Rose, the florist who was just about to open up for the day. He brushed off jokes about such a 'girly' name, or how fitting it was for owning a flower shop with a smile and a laugh. He'd heard them hundreds of times by now, but he didn't mind. Not really.

Just like he didn't mind the half asleep grumbles from his favourite barista when he picked up a coffee before work. Poor thing clearly wasn't a morning person, yet he was regularly there, making the commute to work more bearable for countless people. The man had gotten used to Rose's presence, able to predict when he'd arrive, and gently chide him when he was a few minutes late. Today was not one of those days, thank goodness, the Brit thought, with a smile on his face and a coffee in his hand.

The reason for his particularly chipper demeanour today was down to the new stock he'd gotten in. He was always happy when his shop was fully restocked, it smelled amazing and looked just as good. To go with it were some hand embroidered handkerchiefs, they always went well with wedding bouquets, or even to just have around. They were all sat in nice piles beside the flowers they represented, like the lavender he'd just replenished, or the daffodils which were just coming into season.

Rose wondered if life would ever get better than this.

He opened the shop.

The day was going relatively well by the time that a familiar face entered the store at around noon, looking around like a lost animal. The barista from the coffee shop, what was his name? Rose had heard the others call him 'Cac', so he assumed that was it for now. For as many times as he'd been served by him, he never got his name. Never looked at the badge, really. He was too busy looking at his face, cute and chubby with jagged vitiligo marks down his cheeks, pink eyes framed with half-moon glasses, all topped off with platinum blond, slicked back hair.

Rose briefly wondered what it would look like without the gel, heart skipping a beat.

"Hello, welcome!" He called out his usual greeting, observing the man. Now he was actually inside, he looked almost... Distracted. His pretty pink eyes widened as he spotted... Something? And panic seemed to set in. The barista's chest started to heave, his eyes fluttering.

Was he okay? Did he need a doctor? Oh, please don't throw up in a plant pot...

He seemed to hurriedly grab something from the table he was stood by, unable to really see what he was doing as his eyes refused to stay open any longer. Wait, was that a handkerchief? Was he going to-

"Hh-hha-HHAAEETSHOOoh!! HhraASSHHHIEW-! AAHhtT-TTt-!!" His breath shuddered, "-TtsHHHOOOOo!!!"

Oh.

Rose was quiet for a moment, his heart fluttering. The cute barista came in and just had a sneezing fit?? Was he dreaming? Did he take a midday nap by accident?

"B-Bless you, Sir...!" Rose forced out, trying to keep his own breathing even as he secured the beautiful memory away in his mind for later consideration.

The barista - Cac - seemed to not hear Rose's blessing, sniffling against the handkerchief and rubbing his teary eyes. Slowly realising what just transpired, he stepped away from the table, and realised what he was holding.

"...Nngh- oh, geez..." He grumbled, "Shit..."

"...Sir?" Rose tried again, smiling in sympathy when his new customer jolted in surprise.

"Uh- s-sorry, uh- I'll pay for it..." Another sniffle, "I didn't... I'm... S-sorry- hhmmppSSH!!"

"Bless you. Are you quite all right?"

Rose was in heaven. Of course this man was all right. He was perfect.

"Y-Yeah, I'm o-okay... Just, uh... Allergic." Cac rubbed his eyes again and looked over at the table he was stood by. The lavender.

Oh, good lord.

Hot barista - hot allergic barista - was now stood in front of Rose, looking around at the flowers by him. Which handkerchief had he-

Of course it was the lavender one. Oh, how life tortured him. He wondered if the barista knew that it likely had pollen on it from being placed right next to it and the lavender itself being jostled from the customers so far.

"Can-" Rose cleared his throat, trying not to sound absolutely destroyed by the sight in front of him, "Can I help you, Sir?"

The barista felt too guilty to blow his nose yet, sniffling and hiding behind the handkerchief. "Y-Yeah, uh... I..."

Was he feeling nervous?

"I need to pay for this... Sorry for takin' it."

Who said he could be so cute?

"I planned on doing this kinda differently..." Another sniffle, "But.. I...."

"Bless you." Rose offered in advance.

"NngGGSHH! HhaaAAEETSHHH!! NNgghHGT- NNGXXXT-!!" He sneezed against the handkerchief over and over, trying to stifle them into submission. Oh, he'd messed up. Again.

Cactus had been trying to say something to the regular customer for weeks now, but whenever he appeared, Cac was either half asleep, or busy, or just too nervous to speak up. It was no coincidence that he ended up serving Rose every time he was in, thanks to his matchmaker-like coworkers. Thanks, guys.

"Don't worry about it." Rose was... Smiling? "Keep it, don't worry about paying."

How was he so sweet? Unfair.

Cactus cleared his own throat, "I insist. A-and, uh... I.... A-also insist... That... I give you my n-n-number...." The last part was mumbled, barely audible behind the embroidered handkerchief.

He would never let his coworkers give him pick up advice ever again.

Rose stared at him, frozen in place.

"Sir...?"

Oh, shit. Wait.

"Cactus. M-my name."

"....Cactus."

Rose was screaming internally. The hot barista, Cac- no, Cactus, was here, somewhere he was CLEARLY very very allergic to... to give Rose his number?!

What?!

Face as red as his hair, Rose scribbled on a business card and handed it to the man in front of him.

"M-my personal number. Um- my name is on there, and you know it already from, um, my orders, but it's Rose."

Cactus was quiet. He had obtained Rose's number instead of giving his own to him. So he had to be the one to contact him. Oh god.

"Why..." Rose started, gaining Cactus's attention, "Haven't you asked me before? I mean, at your work."

He motioned to the flowers all around, "I didn't know that you were allergic, but you knew, and you came here anyw-"

"Hha-AaeeSSHHUHH!! AaASHHUUH!!"

"...Yeah."

Cactus blew his nose in the handkerchief to try and remove the pollen currently attacking his nose, "Lots of reasons. Mostly teasing from my colleagues, the bastards..."

Rose giggled nervously with a nod, "I've always wondered if you swung that way, you know."

"M-Me too!" Cactus burst out, the handkerchief still clamped over his nose as he tried to rub away the persistent tickle.

Rose raised an eyebrow. "Really? You didn't know? It seems I have to rethink my flirting strategies... Do I really look like I could be straight...?"

A stuffy sigh came from the other man, "Well, I mean, I didn't wanna assume. What if you were just bein' friendly so I don't spit in your coffee?"

Rose snorted. Oh, this man was like a dream. A cute little dense dream.

"I await your call. Or text. Though I'll warn you, I'm terrible with technology. Now, um- if that's everything, you should probably..."

"H-hhah-"

Rose tensed up as he watched Cactus gear up for another fit.

"...Hha-aah- hhaaiih- hhAAIISHH!! HHATSHHOO! AAESHHOOH!! Ohgod- GGSSHHHUU! A-A-aa-... A-ah... AahHKSSHOoh!!"

"....Bless you. You should get away from all this pollen."

"It's mbostly the lavedder I'b allergic to..." Cactus snuffled against the cloth, eyes streaming itchy tears.

Holding back a laugh, Rose responded, "Then you'll be devastated to hear that those handkerchiefs are probably covered in its pollen. Keep it, but you should wash it soon or you'll... You'll just keep sneezing."

"...Right. That..." The shorter man blew his nose again, "That makes sense. If you're really sure I can have this, then- uh- I'll be in touch. Sorry for bein' such a mess, what a terrible first impression."

Ignoring the fact that he'd been served many times before now, Rose waved him away with a smile.

"Feel better, Cactus."

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AFHDJCKSCJEO SOMEONE ELSE HEADCANNONS THIS TOO???????? IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!!!!! HANG ON I GOTTA WORD VOMIT!!!!

ALSO THIS ART IS SO CUTE?! LIKE???? PLEASE!!!!

An Analysis of Gargoyles, Season 1, Episode 7, Temptation:

And yes, I mean the WHOLE episode, fight me!

(Skip to the asterisks if you want to just get to the analysis of Brooklyn and Demona’s relationship.)

Gotta love the shade the trio throw at each other in the beginning of this episode. And setting Brooklyn up as the character that ABSOLUTELY stole the show is 👌🏼 *chef’s kiss* Setting him up as the “bad boy” trope is quality shit with such a snarky, but kind character, and I WILL die on this hill. Am I biased? MAYBE. I neither confirm nor deny.

Anyway.

A liiiiiitle sus that Brooklyn knew IMMEDIATELY how to ride a motorcycle. Love you boo, but what kind of sorcery?

Did Elisa not think to mention to the trio about speed limits? Like, it took some time for Lex to learn how to and then BUILD the bike. It actually took 4 days (Yes I realize Brooklyn could have learned to ride a motorcycle in this time shut up-). Remember, he can only work at night. (I’m just now realizing how fucking GENIUS Lex is cause what?!) Anyway my POINT here is: Girl, did you not think to tell the gargoyle equivalent of college age boys about SPEED LIMITS?! Also where’d they get the gas from? And Jesus when did they fill the tank?! Cause the beginning of this episode Lex was using a blowtorch! ON THE BIKE! DID IT HAVE A FULL TANK THEN???? HIS ASS IS NOT BEING SAFE.

ANYWAY.

DAMN! Nice moves Brooklyn! (*cough, conveniently placed ramp at the end of an alley, cough* What? I didn’t say anything…)

Love Morgan’s “cop loves doughnuts” joke. (As the daughter of a cop it feels like it resonates… idk... Lmao)

These bikers are REALLY dumb if they didn’t realize Brooklyn wasn’t human until he took off the helmet. Like really? The beak wasn’t a give away? Like if it were Lex or Broadway, with more human looking faces (the colour of their skin could be explained by a mask or paint or the lighting), then sure, okay. But. The beak…

Never mind…

It’s a conveniently placed ramp at the end of an alley…

PLOT ADVANCEMENT!!!

We carry on…

This sweet boy literally says “I was just trying to fit in!” And then gets literally DOG PILED. (Gargoyles are strong but. That was a LOT of BIG men. I know, I know “it’s a cartoon”, “it’s a joke”. But, that’s not really Gargoyles’s vibe or style. It just feels really out of place…)

This fool really thinks a WRENCH is gonna do ANYTHING in this situation. Brooklyn literally FLIPS this man over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes (Brooklyn said YEET).

When I tell you the very first time I ever saw this episode (I was like, maybe two?) the GASP I made when the bike exploded would have broken a kazoo it was so forceful.

Core memory.

I really wish they had tried to hide the fact that it was Demona a little better.

I DESPERATELY need to redraw the scene of the chain wrapping around Brooklyn’s arm. That shot is GORGEOUS.

Honestly this fight is one of the coolest in the series to me. Even though it’s short it’s beautifully choreographed and the art is stunning. The lighting is amazing when the bike blows up. *chef’s kiss*

I was always sad I couldn’t climb up walls like the gargoyles could. Even broke my nails back to the quick trying one time when I was I think five?

Another core memory.

Anyway.

TENSION! WHO COULD IT BE?! lol (Seriously thank you for reading all of this if you did.)

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Okay! So! When Brooklyn backs away and says Demona’s name, the tone of his voice has… almost a hopeful edge to it? More like “is it actually you” rather than “oh god it’s you”. Like he knew she was bad news but… maybe…

Brooklyn is shown to be an extremely intelligent character. So WHY was he so easily convinced when Demona asked to talk? (“Don’t be afraid. I just want to talk.”) He went from on the defensive (the amount of times I quote “last time we met you just wanted to blow me away with a bazooka” in my childhood and even now honestly is astounding) to somewhat relaxed FAR too quickly after all Demona said was “I saved your life just now. Doesn’t that at least entitle me to a moment of your time?” Brooklyn is far too smart to be manipulated by ONE LINE ALONE no matter how true it may be.

Even after that, why did Brooklyn follow her? Rationally, the best thing to do would be to get away from Demona as quickly as possible. It’s shown later on in the episode Demona is stronger than Brooklyn at this point in the series, and there’s no way he doesn’t know that. Why would Brooklyn want to be alone with someone who tried to KILL GOLIATH, and who is physically stronger than him? Because maybe, MAYBE, there’s some connection there from before. MAYBE there’s a hope that she’s still the same gargoyle he knew back then. So when she CASUALLY drops that she’s been “dealing with the humans” “for hundred of years” he believes her. He probably doesn’t fully comprehend the fact that she’s been alive for over 1000 years, because for him, it’s only been THIRTY-EIGHT DAYS since the massacre!

For Demona, it’s been in the hundreds of thousands.

She no longer remembers what happiness feels like. Glee, sure, every human she kills (because let’s be real, Demona did NOT live for 1000 years without killing humans (possibly even for fun)) FILLS her with glee. But it’s not true HAPPINESS. She doesn’t feel almost anything but rage anymore.

And then Goliath wakes up.

We saw how much she loved him in her backstory arc and ‘Vows’ so it’s not unreasonable to think that something reawakened in her after holding her literal long lost love in her arms again. To touch him again; hold him; SMELL him again! To stroke his horns and hair and be with her MATE AGAIN. ANOTHER GARGOYLE after 1000 years to hold.

Demona let her guard down too much with Goliath and she wasn’t able to manipulate him the way she hoped. But someone YOUNGER than her? Who LOOKED UP to her? Demona is bitter and jaded now. She has NO QUALMS using her past connection to Brooklyn to sway him, because she remembers how smart he is because she KNEW HIM. She no longer feels what she felt for Brooklyn because she doesn’t REMEMBER WHAT IT FEELS LIKE. She doesn’t remember any other love than Goliath’s, because she severed the ties in her heart to her memories but, apparently (a fact that makes her angrier than anything else), Goliath’s to keep herself sane LONG AGO (“Even after all these centuries you still carry a torch.” - Puck to Demona (while looking at GOLIATH’S IMAGE), Season 2, Episode 5, The Mirror).

But she DOES remember she USED to feel some kind of love for Brooklyn, because they were CLOSE. And she remembers Brooklyn is an emotional gargoyle as is shown MANY times in the series. It’s not unreasonable to think she used this fact to her advantage. She played with his emotions, showing him the WORST humanity had to offer while playing the part of a concerned elder trying to steer his path right, and she honestly believes her words. She soothes him and scares him at the same time. She has a rebuttal for every ‘if’, ‘and’, or ‘but’. She STROKES HIS BEAK. Physical touch and affection are INTIMATE acts in gargoyle culture. They are the equivalent to kissing. You CANNOT tell me that didn’t affect Brooklyn. Again, he’s a very emotional gargoyle. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s a little bit touch starved either. The only other gargoyles around are his rookery brothers, his leader, the only remaining ‘father’ he has, and a beast. The likelihood any of them showing INTIMATE affection for him by stroking his horns or tangling their fingers in his hair is probably low. So for Demona to touch him in such an intimate way could easily have swayed him.

Everything she said made sense after what she had showed him. She showed him how lazy the justice system can be (“He’ll be out of jail and back on the streets in a day.”). She showed him how families treat each other at home (“They can’t even share their own homes without fighting. And you think they would share this world with us?”). She showed him a MURDER (“They hold each other’s lives completely without worth.”).

**First of all, the TRAUMA, because it’s not really confirmed WHEN Brooklyn and Demona arrived at the scene of the murder, who knows how much they actually SAW. It wouldn’t have been the first dead human Brooklyn saw obviously, he’s a warrior after all, but maybe it WAS the first SENSELESS dead body he experienced. The first MURDER. (I don’t get the impression that gargoyles really went around killing each other very often but maybe that’s just me? And Castle Wyvern seemed pretty peaceful before the Vikings (though I suppose that could change with the new comics)???)**

So when she touched him, he folded and agreed to help her.

Brooklyn is also shown to be VERY ANGRY about Demona’s betrayal (“Brooklyn is still too angry at Demona. I need someone I can rely on.” - Goliath to Hudson, Season 1, Episode 11, Long Way to Morning). Sure, you could argue anyone would still be angry after only 2 months and some change, but he’s RATIONAL too. He doesn’t jump head first into anything and he’s loyal to a fault. So to be so willing to go BEHIND HIS LEADER’S BACK for someone who TRIED TO KILL HIM, Demona HAD to be someone whose word held A LOT of weight for Brooklyn. She betrayed his trust and hurt him DEEPLY, FAR deeper than just the former-mate-of-Goliath-and-former-second-in-command would have.

***

Anyway I’m high and Gargoyles is basically my Roman Empire so I word vomited a little. I hope it makes sense. XD Beyond this point is just more ramblings for the rest of the episode.

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I feel so bad for Brooklyn here. Like I know he screwed up but he had the BEST of intentions. He REALLY thought he was doing what was right. And he was betrayed by someone who he thought he could still TRUST. (Because also, who knows what all Demona may have said to him since it seems like he was out all night seeing as how they all turn to stone very shortly after Brooklyn arrives back to the castle.) He just sighs, knowing he has to face his family. And it takes a WHILE for Elisa to figure out the loophole (it’s canonically the day after that she figures it out I believe).

The end. Of this episode. I stg my friends and I (shout out to @timetravelerspayupfront) used to quote:

“Hey! What happened to the motorcycle?”

“Um, it blew up…”

“Oh… WHAT?!”

All. The. Time. Gotta be one of my top quotes from the show!

A younger Demona with a child Brooklyn, because I headcanon that the two of them were once very close before everything happened

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Something About Books and Covers - Eddie Munson

Eddie is a metalhead. I'm a metalhead. We're perfect, right? Right. Anyways, I sat down and wrote this for almost 3 hours straight with only one bathroom break...I don't expect this to pop off lmao

Warnings: Possibly triggering content, bullying (physical and religion based cause metal music was considered of the devil in the 80s) , very fluffy in the beginning, very angsty in the middle, then back to very fluffy, and very slight spoilers for S4 i guess? But not really.

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Eddie was ecstatic. Metallica was finally coming to Indiana and there was no way he was missing this tour date. No way in hell. 

It was on a school night, but he couldn’t care less. He’s skipped school so many times already so he didn’t care that he'd miss a couple days, it wouldn’t make much difference anyway, he knew he would already have to repeat the grade regardless. So why not?

He hadn’t seen Metallica before, never having the money or transportation to take him to one of their concerts, but finally having a driver's license and having saved up some money from summer jobs, he would finally be able to see one of his favorite bands.

He was talking to his friends about how excited he was about it. He wore a smug grin when they expressed their jealousy. He was a little disappointed that none of his friends could go with him, but he also didn’t mind going to the concert alone. Besides, it’s not like he’d be paying attention to them during the set anyway. Driving home would be the worst part because he just knew that he’d be exhausted after the fact. But something his friend said suddenly caught his undivided attention. “Sorry, can you repeat that please?” Eddie voiced.

“I said, I heard a rumor that Y/n girl was going to that concert tomorrow night too. I heard some of her friends talking about it at their lockers.”

Eddie scoffed. “There’s no way. I mean, look at her, she looks like she listens to Cyndi Lauper or Madonna or some shit.” He chuckled. “That girl wouldn’t be caught dead at a metal concert.”

“I don’t know, man. Her friends seemed pretty upset about it.”

“Dude, I bet my life savings that there’s no way she is going. It’s impossible. She goes to Harrington parties dude, trust me, it’s just a rumor.”

As Eddie got ready for the concert that next day, he couldn’t help but think about what his friends were talking about. He also couldn’t help but laugh. Picturing you at a metal concert was a hilarious thought. You’d stick out like a sore thumb. For Eddie, he wouldn’t even go near a concert that wasn’t metal, they’d probably stone him to death or something. He scared people, he made them uncomfortable, just by being himself. It was bullshit.

Eddie quickly shook those negative thoughts out of his head, he was not going to go into a mindspace that would put a bummer on his whole night. He turned up his radio all the way and belted out every song that came on his mixtape, trying not to get into a crash from headbanging.

He made sure to get there early, hence skipping school. He needed to get a good spot, hopefully near the front at the barricade. That would be a dream. But this was the first time Metallica ever had a show in Indiana, so there were a bunch of people who even camped outside the building. Yeah…these were Eddie’s people. Didn’t see you in the line though. He didn’t know why he was looking, it’s not like he wanted you there, he was just really curious.

As everyone started to pile into the venue, he felt the nervous excitement bubble up in his chest, almost like the time when he got his first tattoo, but this was obviously different. This was excitement to see a band that inspired him, that he looked up to, a band that made his life significantly better. He’d remember this night forever.

Eddie cheered along with the rest of the crowd as the opening band came on, he knew a couple of their songs but he was really only there for Metallica, but he’d enjoy himself regardless. And he got a pretty decent view considering the larger crowd, and his height helped. He felt bad if anyone behind him was shorter, he’d absolutely hate it if he was behind a taller person. There was this one kid behind him, holding a sign that said it was his first concert. That warmed Eddie’s heart, he couldn’t not let the kid move in front of him.

From his new spot, he could still see the stage pretty well, so he was thankful for that. But the new spot also gave him a chance to have a better look around to see who was in the crowd. It’s not like he wanted to people watch, he had that done to him too many times already, but he did like seeing who else was in the crowd to see who he could be friends with if they looked interesting enough. But one person only really stood out to him.

Eddie couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing. It must’ve been a hallucination, right? There was no way you were at this same concert. You, miss straight A’s and future valedictorian and member of the student council, were at a metal concert? On a school night? Eddie must’ve been dreaming because there was no way someone like you would be in a place like this.

Eddie pinched himself a few times, almost breaking his own skin, but he was still not waking up. Damn…he wasn’t dreaming. 

You couldn’t have been there of your own volition, he decided. You must’ve been dragged here by a boyfriend or best friend…or it was a dare. But from where Eddie stood, it looked like you were having fun. You were even dressed in a slightly different getup, not completely far from what you normally wore in school, but enough that you didn’t look too out of place. But to everyone else, you probably looked like you were in your element. They didn’t have the knowledge Eddie did.

It’s not like you were one of those stereotypical popular girls, he never saw you be mean to anyone or partake in the bullying of nerds and outcasts like the jocks. Granted, you weren’t a jock, but you were still a popular. You were actually pushing people around on the outskirts of a mosh pit with a huge smile on your face, the biggest smile he’d ever seen you wear. It was kind of…attractive. He had a hard time paying attention to the opening bands, he was so enthralled watching you in his preferred environment. He didn’t know why, but he felt a bit of pride even though he didn’t really know you. Maybe he’d have to change that.

While the stage crew set up Metallica’s equipment, Eddie pushed through the crowd to get where you were, apologizing to every person he pushed past until he finally was next to you. “Well, well, look who it is. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Your eyes widened in excitement, wearing that big smile like you had been earlier, it made Eddie’s stomach feel like it was doing somersaults. “Oh, hi! Eddie, right?” You replied. Well, he definitely didn’t expect you to know his name.

“Uh, yeah.” Eddie cleared his throat nervously. “What’re you doing here?” He tried not to sound accusatory, but that edge was still in his tone. He didn’t want to come off as an asshole, but this scene was important to him and he didn’t want someone who didn’t enjoy the music to spoil the atmosphere.

You caught on to his attitude immediately, raising an eyebrow. “Same reason why you’re here, I’d assume.”

“Mm, sorry that I kinda doubt that.”

“Oh, and why is that?”

“Well, you’re…you. Popular, straight A student, someone who hangs out with people that makes fun of people like me.”

“Oh, so, people who do well in school can’t possibly like this kind of music right?”

Eddie winced, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “Well, no…it’s just, I never expected you to like this kind of music.”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover. You of all people should know that, right? Or is everyone right about you, that you’re a devil worshiping freak?”

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. I got a little protective. This is my safe space and I was just worried you’d…ya know, ruin it or something.” Eddie mumbled, fidgeting with the ends of his hair, then holding out his hand. “Truce?”

You stared at his hand for a moment before rolling your eyes with a smirk. “Yeah, okay, truce.” Taking his hand, you almost shivered at the cold metal of his rings that lined his fingers. You had always thought he was attractive, the jock types never really interested you, but Eddie was interesting. There was just something so alluring about him. The rough start was more than a little concerning, but at least he apologized.

Nobody really knew that you were a metalhead, it was something that you kept on a need to know basis. Hearing society’s opinion about metal music didn’t really make you comfortable to be open about it. Almost everyone thought people who listened to metal were a devil worshiper or a serial killer. You had heard people talking about how Richard Ramirez listened to heavy metal and that must be why he was going on a killing spree, though it was mostly middle aged Christian women you had heard talking that way, but it still wasn’t very reassuring.

You always admired Eddie from afar, but you were always too afraid to talk to him, even about the similar music taste. He seemed nice enough, but then again, you both were from two completely different worlds. It just didn’t seem likely to happen. You had always planned to go to this concert, and when you found out that Eddie would be too, you felt like the stars aligned. Even if you never saw him in the crowd, you would be happy to know that he was at least in the same building as you, as creepy as that sounds. But when he actually made an effort to talk to you, it was almost as good as being at the concert.

After the truce, you both got to talking before the headliner finally played. You actually had some common interests. Eddie played the guitar and you had always wanted to, he said that he could try to teach you sometime, which was unexpected. You hoped the dim lighting in the building would hide your blush, but you could see a smirk on Eddie’s face in the corner of your eye. Thankfully, the lights completely dimmed and the stage lights coming on signaling that Metallica was finally coming on saved you from further embarrassment.

And out came Metallica, James Hetfield front and center in all his glory. It was a real starstruck moment, for both you and Eddie.

Every once in a while, you and Eddie would glance over at each other, huge smiles on both of your faces and slightly sweaty from jumping around and singing to the tops of your lungs. It was surprisingly intimate. You loved seeing Eddie in his natural habitat, you could tell how much this concert meant to him. It was really a sight to behold, if your eyes weren’t on the band you were looking at Eddie. The same thing could be said for him as well. Eddie didn’t know how to handle seeing you like this, it was a fine line between surprise and arousal, he didn’t know if the scale would tip by the time the night ended.

You and Eddie laughed as you both were squished together by the force of the crowd, the only way for him to be truly comfortable was for him to wrap his arm around your shoulders but you didn’t mind. It actually felt nice, despite the humid heat that enveloped the whole crowd, making your exposed skin stick to his leather jacket. Sometimes you’d stumble onto him, but he always made sure to never let you fall. You were grateful that he was your tall person that saved you from being crushed by crowd surfers, making sure your head was ducked before he’d help the person. You got kicked a couple of times, but it was no big deal. You were sure you’d have bruises by the time you got home.

As the band started playing their encore, you and Eddie held onto each other and sang along as loud as you could, knowing all the lyrics by heart. The two of you weren’t each looking at the band, you both were practically singing to each other. Your mouth was so sore from smiling so much, and you could tell that you wouldn’t be able to talk properly after singing for so long.

As Metallica said goodnight and walked off the stage, you felt the post-concert depression already kick in. It was over all too soon, but it was in part because you and Eddie probably wouldn’t even talk to each other after this. You didn’t want that to happen. You wanted to have someone who would go to concerts with you. You didn’t really feel like any of your other friends truly saw you. Music was important to you, and someone like Eddie would understand that. You’ve only hung out with him for a few hours, not even talking to each other, but you already felt closer to him than anyone else.

Eddie kept his arm around you as you both walked out of the building with the rest of the crowd, the cold air instantly making the sweat on your skin feel freezing. You knew you should’ve brought a heavier jacket. He noticed you shivering and he quickly removed his own jacket, putting it around your shoulders. The inside of the jacket felt like a warm blanket, encompassing you and the scent of sweat mixed with cologne filled your nostrils, Eddie’s scent. It brought that blush back to your cheeks, but at least you could blame it on the cold air this time. 

“So…do you have a ride home? Or did you drive here?” Eddie asked after a beat of awkward silence.

“Oh, I was just gonna hail a cab. I just had a family member drop me off.”

“I drove here, I can give you a ride.” Eddie pointed to his van that was parked in the lot outside the venue. “It’s pretty busted up, there’s no air conditioning or heat, and it makes this weird clanking noise sometimes...but it’s something.”

“Yeah, it’s something.” You giggled, wrapping his jacket around you tighter. “Can I keep wearing the jacket?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course! Can’t let you freeze to death now, can I?” He grinned, tugging you by the jacket sleeve to lead you to his van. 

It was still really cold inside the van, but now being alone with Eddie, you felt the heat from your blush all over your body. You tried not to wince as the van’s engine rattled loudly as he started the vehicle, it definitely sounded like it was crying out for a tuneup. Hopefully it wouldn’t die on the way back home. You told Eddie your address, thankfully it wasn’t too far out of the way. It wasn’t on the wealthy side of town, but you didn’t live in a trailer park like Eddie, it was someone in the middle and only round fifteen minutes from where he lived.

You felt guilty as you let your head rest against the window, your eyelids feeling heavier than you expected. This wasn’t exactly your first rodeo, but you used up a lot of energy during the show. “Ugh, I’m sorry I’m falling asleep.” You chuckled weakly.

“Oh, that’s okay. Go ahead, I’m good by myself. I’m a veteran at this point. I’ve only been in a couple car crashes.” He smirked, chuckling to himself when your eyes widened. “Seriously though, you can sleep. I’ll wake you up when we’re in Hawkins.”

“Thanks, Eddie.” You spoke softly, the drowsiness taking over your body quickly and making your eyes close for the rest of the trip.

Keeping his eyes on the road proved to be more difficult than Eddie had anticipated. He couldn’t stop himself from glazing over at your sleeping form, and you looked so peaceful. He couldn’t believe you were actually allowing him to drive you home. It seemed tonight was full of surprises. He almost didn’t want to wake you up when he saw the “You are now entering Hawkins” sign, but your sleepy voice and tired smile definitely made up for it.

“I’ll tell you when to turn.” You yawned, tucking your knees to your chest as close as you could to try and retain some warmth, Eddie’s large jacket almost swallowing your torso and legs.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, do you listen to Cyndi Lauper?”

You snorted followed by a couple giggles. “That’s a random question.”

“Well, do you?”

“Yeah, of course.” You chuckled. “What?” You asked when you saw his facial expression.

“Nothing, just not surprised.” He smirked.

“Oh and what, you don’t like Lauper?”

“I listen to real music.”

You laughed loudly, almost startling Eddie. “Ah, so you’re one of those metal elitists, huh? You think your music is the only real music? Time after time? Girls just wanna have fun? Come on, no human on earth can’t not like those songs.” Eddie only shrugged, a toothy grin on his face that reeked of smugness. “Expand your horizons, Eds. You’re missing out.” You were too giggly to realize what you had called him, but he definitely did. It managed to wipe off his smug grin. “Oh, you turn here.” You pointed out.

A loud silence came over the two of you as Eddie parked in front of your home and turned off the engine, the shared exhaustion between the two of you apparent. But Eddie looked over to you with a smile. “I should’ve said this earlier, but I had a lot of fun. Best concert I’ve been to yet.”

“Me too.”

“So,” He turned to you, “what happens now? Are we just gonna go back to our respective lives? Ignore each other in the halls until the next concert we find ourselves at?”

You frowned. “Eddie, come on. I’m not going to ignore you just because of what other people think. I’m not as shallow as you think.”

“So, we can still be concert partners?”

“I was thinking more than that. We can be actual friends.”

“Wow, we’re moving on up, huh?” He chuckled.

“Sorry, Eds, but you’re now officially stuck with me.”

“Not the worst fate in the world.” He smiled softly, looking into your eyes intensely.

Before you could overthink it, you leaned over and kissed Eddie on the cheek. “Goodnight, Eddie.” You smiled before getting out of the van, not looking back to see his reaction as you entered your home, leaning against the now closed door and giggling to yourself.

Unlike Eddie, you didn’t skip school the next day after that long night, you still had responsibilities. But you quickly regretted it as you walked through the halls of Hawkins High, hearing whispers and dirty looks getting sent your way as you made your way to your locker. It was mostly the jocks, the people you typically hung out with, which disappointed you even more, especially if they were talking about what you think they were. You even heard some hushed laughter from behind you, causing you to turn around to see some of your other friends looking at you with not so hidden smirks. Thankfully, it was only that, just whispers and looks, until lunch.

You sighed as you saw Hawkins' own golden boy Jason started making his way to your lunch table with a mischievous smirk on his face. You just played it cool, talked to him like you usually would. “Hi, Jason.” You smiled.

Jason looked back at his friends before he sat down in front of you. “Hey, Y/n. So, me and the boys heard some rumors about you today and I just wanted to hear your thoughts on it before I made any opinions.” He said, but it was clear he already made up his mind about you.

You chuckled flatly. “And what rumors would those be?”

“We heard that you were hanging with that Munson freak last night. You went to one of those devil worshiping sessions disguised as a music concert, even though it’s not even music, it’s just noise. It’s in your best interest to tell the truth.”

“Is that a threat, Carver?” You spat, your expression hardening.

“Just answer the question.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. I was at a concert last night, and Eddie was there. He was kind enough to drive me home too.”

Jason sighed in feign disappointment, clearly trying to hide his smirk. “I gotta say, I’m pretty disappointed in you, Y/n. I thought you were better than this. I thought you were a church goer, what would your pastor say?”

“I wasn’t aware that he was the boss of me, or you, for that matter.”

“I’m just trying to look out for my fellow brothers and sisters. You’re going down a dark path. Once you start hanging with the wrong crowd, it’s a slippery slope.”

A feeling of dread came over you when Jason looked back at his friends, trying to be subtle as he nodded back at them, the exchange causing their faces to light up in excitement. Expecting him to say more, he only gave you a sad smile as he left your table. And for the rest of the school day, that fake smile was all you could think about it, how sinister it felt. Your panic really started when you couldn’t find your bike, the lock you had on it had been broken off. Then, you felt a pair of strong hands take hold of your shoulders. You turned to look at one of the jocks from the basketball team, a huge smirk on his face.

You kicked and screamed, but either there was no one around to hear or no one cared. He and other jocks helped drag you to the back of the school, where Jason and the rest of the basketball and some of the cheerleading team were waiting for your grand entrance.

You didn’t know how long it was until they all let you go, but the sun was starting to set, but then again, the sun always set early during winter. It felt like an eternity, but you were just glad they finally got bored of you.

Your outer layers of clothing were ripped, your jeans and jacket having rips and holes in them. They’d have to be replaced. You had scratches and bruises and cuts galore. Bruises, and scratches, and cuts, oh my! You weakly chuckled at your own joke, immediately regretting doing so since your sides were bruised pretty badly. You dreaded having to walk home, they stole your bike so you had no choice. Your house was so far and you absolutely missed the bus, but there was one person who’s home was closer, and he wouldn’t turn you away. You just hoped he was home.

You were relieved to see Eddie’s van in the driveway, and you shakily raised you fist to knock on the door, surprised how quickly he answered. He was stunned for a moment as he looked you up and down with his eyebrows tightly knitted together, before he finally spoke. “What the hell happened to you?” He ushered you into his trailer, making you take a seat on his couch.

“Jason and the basketball team.” You replied with a wince, seeing Eddie’s concerned and confused face turn into seething rage. “Guess the whole school found out I was one of those devil worshipers.” You finger quoted, a weak smile on your face.

“They did this to you?” Eddie seethed.

“Well, they held me down while their cheerleaders beat the shit outta me for them.”

“That’s so fucked up.” He almost yelled, pacing back and forth in his living room while grasping at his hair. “God, I am so sorry.” His voice wavered, tears welling up in his eyes as he gazed at you.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault, Eds. But, it would be nice if you could drive me home. They stole my bike and your place was closer.” You chuckled.

“Hold on, I think I have a first aid kit laying around here somewhere. They’re essential when living on this side of town.” You watched with slight amusement as Eddie frantically searched around his trailer for his first aid kit, it was pretty cute and you would have laughed if you weren’t in pain. “Ah, found it!” He walked back and sat next to you, emptying the whole box onto the cushions with shaking hands. “Don’t worry, I know how to patch someone up. Had to learn how to do that pretty early in life.” He chuckled nervously.

“Hey,” You grabbed ahold of his hand, “I’m okay. These wounds are just superficial, they’ll be gone in a week or so.”

Eddie stayed silent, staring at your hand that held his and hesitantly placing his other hand on top of yours, delicately running his thumb over your knuckles. “This never should’ve happened.”

“You’re telling me.” You tried to joke, but Eddie’s face quickly told you that this was not the time to be joking. “Sorry. But I’ll be fine, really. I probably won’t be at school tomorrow though.”

“I wouldn’t let you anyway.”

“Oh really?” You smirked.

Eddie finally gave you a weak smile, his larger hands enveloping yours. “Let me clean you up though, okay?” You nodded, letting him clean and dress your small wounds. He was gentle, his touch as feather light as possible. He didn’t want to hurt you any more than you already were. His fingertips running along your skin made you shiver. “Cold?”

“Uh, yeah, a bit.” You stuttered. “Oh, that reminds me, I still have your jacket from last night. I have to remember to return it to you.”

Eddie shook his head. “Nah, I’ll let you borrow it for a bit. You look cute in it, especially because it’s mine.” Those kinds of comments can give people heart attacks, you specifically.

“I’ll be sure to wear it often then.” You replied, wearing a small smirk on your face.

“Well, I’m…I’m all done. Did you want to go home now?”

“Do I have the option to stay? For a little while?”

Eddie smiled softly. “Of course.”

You couldn’t recall how you ended up in Eddie’s bed, but you welcomed it nonetheless. You especially welcomed the heat from his body that was against you, his arm draped over your side and holding you to his chest with a hand on your back. You didn’t realize how comfortable being held in someone’s arms could be, but it was probably because of who was holding you. 

You had woken up before Eddie, but that just meant you got to admire his face. He was so cute, you couldn’t help but lean up to gently kiss his stubbly chin. Apparently, that was enough to stir him awake. “Were you watching me sleep?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, smiling sweetly. Eddie briefly turned to look at his alarm clock on his bedside table, groaning in annoyance. “Time?”

Eddie frowned. “If I don’t tell you, will you go back to sleep?”

“No. Sorry.”

He sighed. “I guess I’ll take you home now. But I’m gonna come see you tomorrow, no doubt about that.”

“Can’t argue that.”

The next couple days went by smoothly. Eddie helped take care of you, even though you didn’t need help but you quickly learned you couldn’t win an argument with this boy. You knew he felt guilty for what happened, even though it wasn’t his fault. You tried convincing him of that, but he wouldn’t listen. You also learned that he was extremely stubborn, but who isn’t nowadays. You did dread going back to school, you were more embarrassed than anything else. You probably should’ve been scared, but it was hard when you had Eddie by your side. You’ve known him for a very short time but you already would go to war for each other. The power of music.

But when you walked through the halls, no one even looked at you. Almost everyone moved out of your way when you walked anywhere. You caught some stares, but they looked more fearful than disgusted. You noticed that Jason was nowhere to be seen. It was strange because he wasn't the type to miss school. You heard he had gotten in a car accident, he was driving drunk and ran a stop sign, another car ramming him and getting him a couple broken bones in the process. You thought about asking Eddie, but something told you not to. Either way, you were glad he’d be out of your hair for awhile.

But your curiosity finally peaked when Jason came back and…actually apologized to you. You thought he’d gun for you as soon as he came back, but he apologized. You almost thought that maybe a near death experience knocked some sense into him, but he looked too scared when he was saying sorry to you. It was suspicious, to say the least. You decided to finally bring it up to Eddie.

“Jason was acting pretty weird this morning.” You spoke up after school in his trailer, which became a regular hang out spot for you if Eddie wasn’t at your place.

“What? Why? What did he say to you? Did he threaten you? I swear to Christ, if he-”

“No, no!” You interrupted. “No, he told me he was sorry for what he did to me that day, said he wasn’t thinking straight, among other things.”

“Oh.”

“It just got me thinking, because that’s not like him at all.”

“How would you know what his typical behavior is like?”

“Well, I used to hang out with his crowd and him, for one. Plus, people like him never admit their wrongs, even if it kills them.”

“Guess he’d rather apologize than get killed…”

You narrowed your eyes, thoroughly analyzing Eddie’s expressions and body language. He was fidgeting with his rings, something he always did when he was nervous. And he was looking anywhere else but you. You scoffed in amusement. “You made him crash his car, didn’t you?”

“What? No, I don’t know what you’re talking about. He was the one who ran a spot sign while drinking, okay? It had nothing to do with me.” You only smiled smugly in response, eliciting a heavy sigh from him. “Alright, alright, fine. Yes, I…may have had a tiny part in that.”

“How?” You stuttered, amazed.

“I have some connections. I wasn’t gonna kill him or anything, I swear. I just wanted to scare him a bit. But then…well…it went a little further than I intended. I made him apologize to you, well, more like blackmailed him into apologizing.” Eddie looked up at you nervously, putting on his best puppy dog eyes. “Don’t hate me, please.”

“Oh, Eddie…” You frowned. “I could never hate you. I’m actually pretty impressed. Not gonna lie, I really wanted something bad to happen to that guy. I hope that doesn’t make me a bad person.”

“Y/n, you are literally the opposite of a bad person.” He said with an almost lovesick smile. You couldn’t handle it anymore…

Eddie let out a surprised noise as you suddenly leaned forward to capture his lips in a passionate, desperate kiss. You had wanted to do this ever since that night at the concert, so you were incredibly relieved when he reciprocated with fervor, grabbing you and pulling you into his lap.

You tangled your fingers in his long hair, gently pulling at the roots to elicit a groan from the man. After days and days of tension, having it finally break was almost overwhelming, but you couldn’t ask for anything better. You learned many things about Eddie, now happily learning how intoxicating his lips were. They moved against yours perfectly, his expertise not lost on you. You didn’t want it to end, you wanted to feel him against you forever, but you both had to come up for air.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You smiled, chuckling breathlessly.

“Honestly, I have ever since I saw you in that mosh pit.” Eddie said, making you giggle. “So, I guess we’re moving on up again. From concert buddies to concert partners, yeah?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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aw man...it hurts but my heart is also full

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

can you do a haikyuu (whatever character you choose) x male top reader smut. But the reader takes scolding hot showers and it just kinda turns into a crack fic at the end? I dont know what im saying at this point LMAO 😭😂

Smut with comedy as aftercare, got it!

My brain says Hinata, so that's who we're going with. Set post time skip, all characters are over 18.

Warnings: Obviously smut below the cut, minors do not interact.

(Y/N) gave up on fighting the painful urge to kiss every freckle the Brazilian sun gifted Hinata's back, watching the muscles beneath ripple and flex every time he drove in, beating like the wings of a crow.

Shoyo whined (Y/N)'s name, oblivious to how hypnotising that golden skin of his is, arms shaking, fighting to hold him up. 'F-uck, move!'

A sharp smack set the red head keening, clenching around you as pleasure and pain coiled in the pit of his stomach, trussed up tight in anticipation.

'What was that, baby?' (Y/N) crooned sweetly, as though he weren't admiring the red handprint decorating the pro's pretty cheek. 'Did someone forget to ask nicely?'

A teasing little half thrust is all Shoyo needs to break down, almost sobbing as he pushes his ass up to his boyfriend's mercy (or lack thereof) and begs for him to wreck it.

What kind of boyfriend would (Y/N) be if he didn't oblige?

Later, Shoyo wakes up to a warm, fuzzy feeling, his body aching in all the right places, and the sound of the shower running.

Missing his boyfriend's warmth and fully recharged from his nap in the sun (the man is solar powered and no one can tell me otherwise), Hinata sneaks into the bathroom, hoping to catch his boyfriend off guard by leaping into the shower.

Instead-

'Yow! HOLLY SHIT ARE YOU FUCKING DEAD?!' Shoyo throws himself away from the stream of scalding hot water, taking the curtain and the shower head with him and sending water madly into the bathroom.

(Y/N) shouts and damn near slips on to his ass, barely slamming the tap closed in time to save the entire bathroom from getting soaked. 'Christ, what the fuck Shoyo?!'

'What YOU mean what the fuck?! I mean what the fuck are you doing cooking yourself in the goddamn shower?!'

'What the fuck are YOU doing sneaking IN to my goddamn shower?!'

'I missed MY goddamn boyfriend!' Shoyo wailed, half on the floor, half clinging to the slippery porcelain of the toilet, legs akimbo, skin red either from embarrassment or the hot water.

(Y/N) takes on look at him, hair half wet and slick, half dry and spiky, and breaks out laughing so hard he slides down the shower wall and onto the floor, clutching his belly.

Shoyo pouted, but his lover's laugh is nothing short of contagious, leaving them both cackling like idiots on the bathroom floor.

[iratetourist]

pour some sugar on me // eddie munson x reader

summary: an early morning meeting opportunity with eddie quickly takes a heated turn…

pairing: eddie munson x fem!cheerleader!reader

word count: medium-length (written on phone)

warnings: smutty stuff (18+, in a classroom, fingering, eddie does some nasty shit with his coffee, implied bl*wjob), banter in between it all

author’s note: he wasn’t even around for the song the title is based on… rip king you would have loved it… this fic contextually fits with my other one - after school only - which is kind of becoming something of a series, i guess? but this is separate enough that it can be read on its own… it is pure smut after all lmao

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It was far from subtle or secretive anymore.

Sure, the technical extent of it known by the student body was still just that you were tutoring Eddie Munson, and given how long it had been going on… well, the jokes about him not graduating a third time had certainly ramped up, despite your deterrence and the obvious improvement of his grades. Rumours flew that the teachers had schemed to get you off final exam-free for the agonizing, dedicated venture, because why else would you, lovely straight-A cheerleader extraordinaire, continue bothering with the bum-ass skid kid wonder?

Now… you were well, well aware of what Eddie Munson could offer to keep you around - his hands, ring-clad and rough-palmed down your thighs, and oh, those lips buried between your legs - but at some point, you began to recognize it was just as much, if not more, the little things, the affection and the warmth it stoked in your chest.

Today was no different, the butterflies in your stomach no less fluttery at waiting for him, no less bursting when he walked in the classroom door that early, early morning, easy smile dimpling his cheeks and coffees and a small crinkly bag clutched in hand.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

The nickname never not caused you to melt, and despite trying to keep your expression casual, your demeanour breezy, you practically beamed back at him, already moving to draw him to you. “Hiya. Almost thought—“ Your short greeting was cut off by a sudden yawn, only half-stifled by your hand.

“Oof, you need this,” he smirked and placed the to-go coffee tray on your desk. “How else are you gonna survive the arduous trial of dealing with me before 8AM?”

“Mm, I’ve done it before,” you remarked cheekily, “but thank you.” Standing straighter, you gave a little stretch, revelling in how obviously he was watching each and every movement you made. “Honestly, though, what I think I need more is…”

You leaned over and kissed him, hand gently holding him over your desk by the shirt. He returned it without missing a beat, dropping the bag in his hand on said desk to wrap around your waist. It was longer than intended, content and lazy in the warm morning rays, and most definitely exactly what you had required.

When you parted, Eddie lingered close for just a few moments, face flushed and eyes opening slowly to study you. He seemed almost mesmerized, unusually quiet and all attention on you, and you felt a paradoxical flood of guilt wash over you even as your heart skipped. He looked at you like that, made you feel like this… and yet, you had both convinced yourselves into a place where it couldn’t be acknowledged.

You wanted nothing more than to take his hand in the hallway, sit with him at lunch, kiss his knuckles and call him yours - but what kind of target would all that set up on him, on you?

You hated that you still let their opinions control you, seep into and poison the bright, simple happiness he brought into your life.

“Hey, you good? You kind of zoned out there.”

He brushed his ringed fingers down your arm, voice soft and low. You were struck out of your spiralling thoughts at the contact, and you shook your head and plunked yourself down before they could take root again, anchoring your mood to his presence, the way he angled into you and bumped his knee against yours.

Even with all that doubt and shame nagging at the edges of your mind, you weren’t about to let it ruin a rare morning with him.

“I’m all right,” you nodded, giving him a genuine smile and taking a sip of the coffee he had brought. A little burnt and stale, courtesy of the gas station, but triple-sugared and two-creamed just as you liked it. “Thanks again for… oh, you remembered! Thank you, Eddie.”

“S’nothin’,” he shrugged, but you could see a crooked smile dawn on his own features. “Got you this, too… uh, remembered you said you'd, quote unquote, 'kill a bitch' for one of those Daily’s everything bagels when we drove by there last time, and they actually had some left this morning, so…" He dangled the flimsy bag he had brought in front of you, brows waggling all the while.

Maybe it was the fact that you were ravenous, but it took everything in you not to lunge him into another lip lock right there and then. God, he had you completely and utterly whipped in the stupidest, sweetest ways possible.

“You, Eddie Munson, are an absolute godsend.” You had the bag playfully snatched from his hands before he knew it, a delighted, self-satisfied noise leaving you as you bit into the bagel. “Literally everything I could ever need in one perfect circle.” Your voice became theatrical as you next spoke. “However can I repay you, good sir?”

“Hmm…” He put on a look of mock-consideration and tapped his chin. “Well, I do seem to be in need of some… say, sugar, fair lady—“ He tipped his own coffee cup in your direction, “Perhaps you may provide?”

Your brows drew together at him for a second, before he matched your earlier gesture and was leaning in to press his lips to yours, kiss just as tender as the first. When he went to pull away, you instinctively gathered your hands up his chest, fingers gently tracing the line of his collarbone up to his jaw before settling on his neck. He was putty in your capable hands, an appreciative noise leaving him at the way your thumb massaged his nape, head tilting automatically to deepen the kiss. What was definitely meant to be something short and teasing quickly had him shifting to bring you to his lap, fingers ghosting beneath your skirt and tongue pushing to yours.

Breakfast was forgotten as the kiss went from unhurried to something desperate, needier - your hips grinding down on the growing tent in his jeans, seeking the friction the rough fabric provided, his hand under your shirt, bra shoved aside, his thumb and forefinger circling, rolling, punishing, appreciating… Every kind of noise left the two of you, a gasp and moan from endlessly-kissed lips, a groan that rumbled from his chest against yours, more than a few fucks shared alongside your names.

You were hyperaware of the location, the fact that a too-early student or janitor or teacher could wander by and see your activities, but something about that only added to the fervour with which your hands explored him, to the want coiling low. You weren’t sure you were quite ready to just straight up fuck the man right there in a classroom, but there were most certainly other ways to go about this…

He already had one hand holding you at the back and the other sliding down to press fingers against the thinly-clothed, increasingly-wet apex of your legs, spreading your folds, and you rolled your hips forward to meet him, earning a stutter and stir of his own and that groan you loved so, husky and yours.

“Raring to go, I see… damn near soaked…”

“Mmf, E-Eddie…” You buckled down on him as his thumb grazed your clit, a test of a touch, his mouth fixing itself into a smirk against yours. “God, are we—“ Another euphoric flick of a calloused fingertip, a sensitive whine falling from kiss-swollen lips, “Are we really doing, ah… this, mm—“

He kissed you hungrily, teeth hooking into the plush of your lower lip as he readjusted you higher on him, hand relocating to ass, his tongue following close behind to soothe the area and then sink upwards, never once settling on an angle to maintain. You matched his enthusiasm, tangling a manicured hand in his hair and tugging, nails and all, while you propped the other beneath his chin, thumbing the annoyingly-attractive dimple in it and craning his head to the side to kiss him even deeper, longer.

You were forced apart for air after who-knows-how-long, and with sweat sticking your foreheads together and your chests heaving in-time with hammering hearts, he gazed up you, dark eyes hooded and completely captivating. Finally slipping a finger past your soaked panties and into you as effortlessly as could be, he maintained the eye contact with little more than a crooked, cocky smile, watching smugly how the simple action had you writhing.

“Why don’t you tell me, sweetheart?” he practically purred the words into your ear, nose nudging at the shell of it. You nodded eagerly against his temple, arms tightening around his neck, but he did not heed the way your hips fidgeted, how you clenched around the digit deep within you. Rather, he only slowly added another, curled just the once to further your impatience, your desperation.

“Eddie—“

“I said,” he whispered, pressing a light, infuriating kiss to your jaw, “tell me.”

A hand of yours fell to grab the wrist of the one of his pressed to you, running over the chain bracelet he wore, heated all the same as the three bulky rings denting your asscheek and the jewelled one, slick and edging deliciously just at your entrance. Eddie’s hand twitched at the featherlight dance of your fingers against his inner wrist, the movement jolting his drenched fingers sat punishingly still within you, and you moaned, grinding down to any source of relief to be granted by your words.

“You’re going to take those fingers,” you breathed, quiet with mind to the potential for being heard, before guiding his hand closer, watching as he did so, your own fingers gliding over tattoos. “And you’re going to fuck me with them—“

“‘Atta girl,” he nodded, eye contact still intensely held peripherally, his stubble scraping at your neck and jaw. “Go on—“

“Curl them—“ He did so abruptly, fingers eagerly hooking and stroking, working into a steady rhythm, and you gasped, your walls spasming around him, spurring him on. “Oh…”

“And?” He shifted a little, letting his frustratingly-clothed arousal press slightly from where his fingers played, just below your backside, and your mind blanked as you naturally strained down and back for it. He kissed the hollow of your neck and then prompted again, an amused lilt to his low voice. “…And?”

“Th-thumb,” you murmured, hand rising from its place at his wrist back to around his neck, clutching at his shoulders to maintain your own pace against his relentless fingers. “You’re gonna keep fingerfucking me, and you’re going to take that thumb and— now, now—“

Eddie took the cue, feeling the way you pulsed around his fingers, hips chasing every movement he made, and finally darted his thumb back to that point of pleasure. Abandoning any care that you could be caught, you made an obscene sound that struck him clear through to the cock, pressing almost painfully against you, and he rocked his hips once, twice, again and again as he teased and kneaded at your aching clit.

“Don’t stop, Eddie,” you moaned, fisting his shirt, frantically riding his hand, “you’re— you’re going to— it-it feels - I’m—“

“Oh, it’s all you, sweet thing,” he exhaled raggedly, “Feel that, feel me? What you do - fuck, babe, you deserve it all, never gonna let a day go by where you don’t know that… so come on, right on my fingers, right here, right now, babe… let me look at you…”

He kept at it as he basically babbled, fingers continuing to glide and curl and thumb, never once easing up on you. His words paired with his movements had you climbing ever-higher to that peak, the tightening in your lower belly cresting, close, close, until you were crushing your mouth against his and cumming hard, cursing as muscles contracted and your cunt clenched around his hand. Your chest heaved against his and you had to break away after a long moment to breathe, lungs and heart feeling as though they were about burst, and you caught him staring, simply watching, luxuriating in you as he always did when either of you came, whether together or apart.

Sinking down against him, you pressed your face, flushed as could be, to his collarbone, a lazy kiss or two from your lips to the skin lingering as you came down, body impossibly warm and thrumming, mind blanketed blissfully in a fog of just him.

Slowly, reluctantly, Eddie removed his fingers from within you, and your face grew all the warmer as he raised them in front of you both, a devilish grin on his face as he admired them, slick and shiny, in the morning light. His ring practically glittered, and he caught you watching it alongside him, his smile turning into a glowing sidelong smirk as you buried your face back where it had been.

“Eddie…” you groaned, balling up your hand and lightly play-hitting him on shoulder, embarrassment welling up in you. Shifting slightly, you could feel the mess you both had made below, underwear - of which you clearly didn’t have another pair readily available - absolutely drenched, your legs automatically pressing together as your embarrassment only mounted… fuck sakes, you still had the whole school day to get through…

“Mm, shy now, are we…” he teased, rolling your face from the crook of his neck to look back up at him. “Not sure why,” he mused, self-satisfied smile widening as he raised those glistening fingers higher. You watched with wide eyes as they finally arrived at his mouth, and he gave his thumb a long, thorough lick upwards, heavy-lidded gaze never breaking from yours, a low, appreciative hum leaving him as he continued.

He proceeded to spread your slick over his lips then, tongue darting out to lap it up immediately, a mockingly-playful bite taking to his lip as he carried on with his agonizing display. “You taste fuckin’ amazing, as always, sweetheart.”

Though a part of you felt nothing short of thoroughly bashful, the sight stoked at you all over again, and you squirmed against him, too overwhelmed to think or act coherently quite yet. “God, you are utterly ridiculous,” you huffed, allowing your embarrassment to be soothed by pride at the way he, still hard and straining, rutted beneath you, into that tantalizing soaked heat of yours.

“Can’t deny a man his sugar, princess,” he quipped, leaning past you with a groan and reaching for his coffee. You gave him a curious look that almost instantaneously re-registered a maddening flush of desire and mortification as he popped his index and middle finger into his coffee as casually as could be, swirling them around before taking a long, long sip.

“Y-YOU— Did you JUST—?”

“Yes? Just a little natural sweetener, babe. Courtesy of you, of course.”

You swore you were about to burst into flames, hands flying to cover your face, ears burning and heart palpitating. “Ohhh. My. God…” He would be the end of you, and would relish in every second of it.

“Don’t be like that,” he laughed, a genuine thing that, along with the glorious aftereffects of the orgasm and bizarre, heady flush of your embarrassment, had you going light-headed and those butterflies returning to your stomach. “You’re my favourite flavour, after all.”

“Okay, you know what?” You leaned back on his lap, very deliberately reaching down to fiddle with his belt and zipper, his erection tickling the skin of your inner wrist as you went along. “I think it’s about time you shut up—“

“Oh, of course, you’ll hear not a word,” his face split into yet another grin and he pulled his fingers across his mouth, miming them zipped. His hands then fell to help you with his belt, but you swatted them away, and he exhaled a breathy laugh, running a hand back through his hair.

“I highly doubt that,” you grumbled, finally freeing him from the restricting confines of his jeans and boxers. You caught his eye for a brief second and licked your lips, swallowing through a dry throat at the way his rigid cock bobbed before you, precum practically beckoning you to bend down and—

“Mrs. Pratt, Mrs. Pratt, do you know where the AV equipment was last seen? It’s been missing since Wednesday, and Kenny and I need it—“

The shrill call of a voice much, much too close to the classroom you two occupied had you freezing and your heart leaping to your throat, and one quick glance at Eddie showed that even he had tensed into something of a panic mode.

“Fuck, what’s the time—“ Eddie shifted the chair you were both on at an angle away from the windowed door, obscuring at least a bit if a passerby were to skitter down the hall, before quickly checking his watch. “Goddamn, already 7:55…”

“So much for helping you with last minute review…” You blew out a breath that had his bangs flying up, and he laughed hoarsely, still very aware of your fingers skimming around his length, before leaning forward to tap your nose.

“Ah, it’s not like I didn’t learn something new,” he smirked for the umpteenth time just that very morning, and as always, it made you all the more hot and bothered. “For one, now I know you have a thing for going at it in classrooms… kinda figured you might, what with the whole studious, goody-two-shoes cheerleader act, but damn, you didn’t even hesitate…”

“I thought you were going to shut up,” you narrowed your eyes at him and ran your thumb under the length of his cock, and he groaned as he leaned in and kissed you squarely on the mouth - you wondered briefly if you could taste yourself on his lips…

“People are about to start flooding into the school… gonna be walking down that hallway, going about their day…” he whispered against your lips, “and yet here you are, still basically begging to suck my dick like half your cheer squad and the basketball team aren’t about to walk in that door any minute now… god fucking damn, you’re a bolder one than I, sweetheart…”

“Am I, now?” you finally found yourself leaning into the goading, to the excitement and danger of really, truly getting caught. Experimentally, you brushed the head of his cock with another featherlight skim, and his hips drove forward instinctively, heat throbbing and twitching against your palm and your mind going haywire with the need to sink down on him.

“No shit, babe,” he nuzzled your neck, voice a little breathier than before, “but whereas you somehow might have ended up as the freakier of us - no idea how that happened - I—“ He sighed and made to retrieve his tossed-aside belt, “Well, I’m a glutton for punishment, and the only person I want seeing you like this is me. So, unfortunately, sweetheart, I do believe this little foray is gonna have to wait until at least lunch…”

With that, he was, with much difficulty, removing your hands from his length and rearranging it in his boxers and pants, hissing and half-bucking as he did. You watched with confusion for a second, before squinting at him in frustration and, Jesus, really, truly whining, none of which helped with Eddie’s issue.

“Are you for real right now?”

Your voice was incredulous, your face screwed up in genuine exasperation, and fuck, the indignation had him wanting to drag you to the parking lot and to his van that very instant.

“You want my cock in your mouth that bad, sweetheart?” He jutted out his bottom lip mockingly, eyes sparkling with pure ego as he took your chin in his fingers and tilted it downwards. Through it all, your fingers still toyed around him, something he was more than happy to allow. “God, I love it when you get needy, like, seriously needy. Whore-adjacent, even.”

A sharp, abrupt laugh left you at that, his words doing nothing to alleviate the coiling sensation deep in your gut. “You’re lucky I like you so much, pretty boy,” you murmured as you rolled your eyes and looked away, and yet he knew you were quietly revelling in his taunting, in the name-calling.

“Mm, I am…” Finally having put himself back together, he reached up and brushed his knuckles along your jaw, a fond flash to his eyes and a gentleness to his touch that both contrasted and complemented the entire odd air of the situation. “Very, very much so.”

You rolled your eyes yet again, more embarrassed by the blatant affection than the teasing about, you know, being a desperate slut whom wanted little more than to blow him right then and there.

“Fine,” you humphed, sitting up and back in your own chair, crossing your arms in a way that deliberately hiked up your breasts as you did so, receiving an approving raise of his brows at the action. “But you best believe this is happening the second that fucking lunch bell rings, you hear? Your van, 11:45AM—“

“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot,” he groaned, shooting forward to tilt you back in your chair and kiss you absolutely breathless. You clutched to him out of sheer surprise, but he had you completely secured in one arm, the other tending to your seat.

It was a little mischievous, a touch longing, and warm above all, and you couldn’t help wrapping an arm around him to kiss him even deeper. Despite the potential for being walked in on at literally any second, it wasn’t rushed, rather quietly, intensely yearning, all-consuming, the ever-present butterflies in your stomach going off erratically as he angled back further and further yet.

“Nothing, and I mean nothing, could keep me away,” he whispered as he finally broke away, once again just caressing you, his thumb stroking down your neck, tickling the flushed flesh. “Putting this off for the next few hours, s’gonna be pure fuckin’ agony—“

Pure fuckin’ bliss—

The delayed gratification was already stoking at the fire in his gut, and it had only been barely ten minutes… “—only thing I’m gonna be thinking about is you and that gorgeous goddamn mouth—“ Fuck, he was not helping himself, cock still as hard as ever and clearly evident to you before him, a raised eyebrow directed at it.

“But, oof, the come-up and drop down—“ He put his fingers up to his head and pretended to shoot off like a gun. “Gonna send me to seventh heaven, cloud fuckin’ nine, baby.”

“Mm, right answer,” you smiled, playfully rolling your eyes at his puppy-like enthusiasm, while letting him slowly put your chair back on four legs before you let go of his leather jacket. “And we’re listening to ABBA when we get out there.” You could have requested fucking gospel music and he would have agreed like it was nothing. “Now I suggest you do fulfill your previous promise and stop talking before you blow your load right here and now, Munson.”

At that, he stretched out his arms and did a goofy half-curtsy, applying a kiss to your hand, before turning and retrieving his coffee and bagel, eyeing you the entire time he took a good, long, loud drink of the beverage. “Better eat that,” he pursed his lips at your own once-bitten everything bagel, “Gonna need the energy for later, sweet thing.”

With this, he waggled his eyebrows and took off to his officially-designated desk several spots and a row behind you, leaving you to splutter as your fellow classmates conveniently started to filter in. Unable to mutter or scold or whatever, you tried to school your composure and instead took to his cheeky request, grabbing your bagel and taking a ragged bite, knowing all the while he was watching you, munching away at his own.

Just as a few more people entered the room, you heard a slurping sound from behind you, and you went ramrod straight as you slowly twisted around to find Eddie doing just so, his coffee cup hanging at his lips, doing nothing to conceal a massive smirk. Your attention now on him, he dropped the cup, finished, to the desk, and maintained eye contact as he slowly, heinously licked his lips. He was all casual in the way he held himself above the desk, shoulders relaxed and whole demeanour unbothered, but a quick glance below showed him unsubtly trying to angle his chair to the side, legs awkwardly half-crossed trying to hide the quite obvious.

When he caught you so blatantly staring there, accentuated all the more with a challenging, cocky wink, that smugness of his fell away in a second, replaced with something a little wild, more than a bit pathetic, and nothing short of desperate.

With a furtive little smile and definitive lick of your lips, you turned back to face the blackboard, mind swimming with anticipation and your gut aching with a familiar warmth all over again.

Oh, the next few hours were going to be torturously fun for the both of you, indeed.

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand) 

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it. 

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge. 

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too. 

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view. 

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”. 

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute. 

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets. 

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance. 

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?” 

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over. 

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae. 

looking hot, her message read. 

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @slashersdream - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai - @truly-dionysus - @multi-fandom-central707

more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

[ohbae-me]

Do you have any headcanons concerning the brothers and praise kink? Mammon definitely loves being praised, but I feel like all of them crave that validation lol

OOooh anonni, i have way too many thoughts on this particular topic lmao

Lucifer:

It's not something he realized he wanted until it happened

But phrases like "you make me feel so good," and "you're so good to me" while he's absolutely railing you will guarantee him fucking you into the mattress even harder

As if this man needs his ego puffed up anymore. He'll get a shit eating grin on his face but don't let it fool you. He's acting like he's in charge but he's really just putty in your hands at this point

Mammon:

This goes one of two ways with Mammon depending on how his little switch heart is feeling.

1. "Come on baby, let everyone know how good the great mammon is making you feel" will demand praise, and with every word from your mouth he'll get harder and rougher with you. Absolutely basking in it.

2. A blushy, panty mess beneath you as you call him your good boy. Tears in his eyes, watching in awe as you fuck him. Also provide lots of tender praise in the aftercare. Touch starved greedy boi needs it!

Leviathan:

He's so fun because you can praise and degrading him one after another and he's absolutely living for it

Tell him how pretty he is under you, then immediately call him a dirty otaku. He'll be whining and begging for you to keep going, keep talking to him like that.

Similar to Mammon though, be sure to provide only positive, tender praise afterwards and even in your regular day to day settings to appease our jealous demon

Satan:

He'd rather be the one praising you. He likes watching your reactions the most, and will whisper praise in your ear when you're not expecting it.

An arm will loop around your waist as your cooking, and he'll tell you that you're being such a good little human. So pretty when you make him dinner like this. And he says it with just the right amount of both praise and mockery.

Enjoys the way you squirm everytime he does it. The way you instinctually rub your thighs together, or the way you flush and whimper while he's buried deep inside you.

Asmodeus:

It is no secret that the avatar of lust gives it as good as he gets it. He will praise you constantly, but expects the same in return. Both in and out of the bedroom.

It doesn't matter how many times he takes you to bed, his words never cease to catch you off guard.

He will raise and admire every inch of your body, and explain in great detail why he loves it so much. He thinks you deserve to be told just how perfect you are

Beelzebub:

The first time you praise him so lovingly in bed, he actually gets a little emotional. It's not exactly something he's used to, especially in bed.

But he really really likes it coming from you. He'll be almost a bit shy at first, but then the dam breaks and he's slamming into you as he holds you tight to his body, telling you not to stop.

He'll tell you how much he likes hearing all that, and will definitely try to return the sentiment as well. He's seriously just so soft for you.

Belphegor:

This little fucker. He'll smirk the whole time, watching you ride him as words of praise fall from your mouth.

His pace won't change, but his grip on your hip will tighten. "Yeah? Tell me more, human". Thinks your honestly so cute as he finally starts thrusting himself into you.

It's much more rate that he'll be in the mood to be super soft towards you, but when he does the praise is so heartfelt and genuine that it makes your heart skip a couple beats

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

ice lolly, m | ksj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader

summary: You (accidentally?) deep throat a popsicle in front of Min Yoongi. It's not what it looks like! Well, it kinda is, but you have a good reason! You just want to give your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin, a mind-blowing blowjob and you read some stuff online and, uh... okay, that still doesn't sound like a good reason, but I swear it is.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; featuring seagull-BTS LOL; crack and fluff; smut (fem reader, m-receiving oral); ft Min Yoongi witnessing your, um, attempt XD; my tongue technology strikes again, maybe you'll learn something?

this is inspired by your hapless adventures, cat whiskers. you told me not to do it, but I'm a brat and I did it anyway LMAO get rekt

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So.

You read this thing online.

What if you just...

"What are you doing?"

You started with a shriek, jamming the entire ice lolly right into the back of your throat, instantly choking and yanking it out of your mouth, only for it to be flung off the wooden stick and fly across the sidewalk, leaving a long, ice-blue streak of melting sugar syrup ending with a demolished hunk of discarded popsicle.

A seagull immediately appeared to peck at it.

You gawked, still clutching the wooden stick, Min Yoongi standing beside the bench you were sitting on.

"Why did you try to deep throat your popsicle?"

A second seagull arrived to peck at the icy hunk of sugar water.

Your mouth was still open, mechanically jerking to face him with fire-red cheeks, and it wasn’t because of the bright sunny weather. He looked very much like a disgruntled cat with his expression, black eyebrow raised, dark brown eyes narrowed, pink lips slightly pursed. Yoongi squinted disapprovingly from under his wide-brimmed straw hat. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt under a white t-shirt, breezy black trousers, and sandals.

Yoongi hated the sun.

A third seagull flapped down onto the boardwalk and joined the other two to poke at the rapidly melting mess on the ground.

"Um..."

He raised a hand dismissively, eyes flicking away from you. "On second thought, don't tell me. I don't want to know." Yoongi jammed his black clutch under his armpit and ripped open his own cold sweet treat, turning away from you to face the ocean.

A fourth seagull flocked over to peck one of them in the head and assist in devouring the ice pop.

"Hey, hyung, what flavor did you get?" a smooth baritone voice piped, appearing in an aqua-and-pink colorful shirt and brown shorts with snazzy sunglasses and tan skin.

You were staring at the four seagulls eating your ice lolly with glee, somewhat frozen yourself, feeling a mixture of jealous, mortified, and absolutely ready to chuck yourself into the ocean if Yoongi said anything to out you to Kim Taehyung right now.

"I don't know. I told them to pick one at random," the straw hat replied.

A fifth seagull appeared, slightly smaller than the rest, poking one in the neck and squawking before trying to prod at the puddle of blue syrup with a small chunk of ice in it.

"I got strawberry," Taehyung replied.

Two more seagulls swooped down, pushing the other five all around. All of them were now pecking at the ice-blue sugar syrup, honking and squawking. Like laughter. One of the seagulls had a weird cry, like a cloth rubbed onto wet glass.

Or a windshield wiper on a car window.

"Disgusting."

You narrowed your eyes at the seven seagulls.

We they... laughing at you?

"Strawberry-flavored things are the worst."

You jumped as someone sat down next to you, ripping open a paper package. He was wearing a short-sleeved pale pink dress shirt with a flashy tie and long blue shorts. A familiar someone dressed like this. He placed his backpack down next to you, smiling brilliantly. Full lips, sparkling brown eyes, milk chocolate-colored locks framing his handsome face.

Your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin.

"S-Seokjin!"

He grinned and leaned in, kissing you lightly. Then he became flustered and laughed awkwardly, a little squeaky, almost like a windshield wiper on a car window.

"Hah, sorry, you looked really cute just now."

You blinked rapidly.

Do you tell your boyfriend that you tried to deep throat your ice lolly in attempt to see if you could extend your tongue around the bottom because you read on a certain-website-not-to-be-named that it might be possible to suck dick and lick balls at the same time and you were determined to learn so you could perform said act?

And do you tell Seokjin that Min Yoongi caught you in the middle of it?

Er…

Seokjin cheerfully licked at his lemon ice pop, oblivious to your inner struggle.

"Where's yours? I thought you got one too?"

The seven seagulls cackled. You glared at them, ready to fight.

"Hyung."

Never mind, you paled to the color of rice paper as the deep voice with a little rasp to it appeared beside Seokjin, straw hat and all. You wished you could merge with your pastel floral summer dress and float off with the sea breeze, straight into the ocean after seeing the deadpan expression of Min Yoongi holding a mint green popsicle.

He looked bored, but his eyes were mocking you.

Asshole.

"She dropped it by accident."

"Ah, really?" Seokjin frowned, nudging you with his hand. "Here, have some of mine. I'll share with you." He wrapped his arm around you and patted your shoulder fondly, holding his ice lolly out to you. You felt your heart skip a little at his kindness and closeness.

Yoongi smirked behind Seokjin's head.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

The seven seagulls flapped off, flying above five guys standing near you three, eating icy sweet treats together on the boardwalk this sunny day, enjoying this nice retreat to the sea. A lone seagull popped out from behind a trashcan, trotting over, eyeing the wet spot of sugar syrup soaked into asphalt.

It slunk away in a back corner, dejected that there was nothing left.

"Come on, hurry before it melts."

You nibbled off a chunk. Mmm. Cold, lemony, and delicious. You smiled at Seokjin gratefully and he smiled back, warm and inviting, his cheeks puffing a little like the edges of raised bread. A little sheepish at the public display of affection, but unable to help it when he was with you.

"You might as well stick the whole thing in your mouth," Yoongi said off-handedly, walking away to the group of five guys, leaving you choking on the bench again as Seokjin rubbed your back soothingly, worriedly asking you what was wrong.

-

"YOU TRIED TO DEEP THROAT A POPSICLE?"

"Seokjinnie–"

"IN FRONT OF YOONGI?"

"Erm, it's not what it sounds like–"

"YOONGI???????"

“I swear it’s not what It sounds like!”

Seokjin yanked the towel off his head, half-dried brown hair sticking up every which way, gawping at you with a slack jaw and shocked brown eyes. He was wearing his emerald green silk pajamas, fresh after a nice shower from the hot day. You too, wore a set of pajamas, a matching outfit with Seokjin.

“It’s not what it sounds like?” he sputtered, flabbergasted, partly flabbered but mostly aghast.

You opened your mouth and closed it. Then you opened it again.

“Okay, it is what it sounds like, but–!”

Why did you bring this up now? Well, your boyfriend was asking you if you wanted to take some medicine and sleep early because you said you weren’t feeling well at dinner. He was a sweet bean and wanted the best for you, and the truth came out in mid-discussion. Seokjin and you had left earlier than everyone else, declining the scenic walk home, mostly because you could no longer stand Yoongi making snide remarks that meant nothing to anyone else except you.

“You might need a bit more force to suck up that thick milkshake. Or wait for it to melt.”

“That’s a pretty big piece of steak. Maybe you should cut it a bit smaller, so you don’t choke.”

“You sure you don’t want to stay for dessert? We could stop by the store and get you an ice lolly on our way home.”

You glared at him all evening.

Yoongi just smirked when Seokjin wasn’t looking.

Asshole.

“Why would you do that in public?” Seokjin was saying, yanking you back to reality and out of your daydreams of socking that smug little shit in the face. “Why would you do that at all?”

“G-Gah, it… it just… just occurred to me…”

“It occurred to you to suck an ice lolly like a dick?”

Seokjin looked as if he was going to pass out and divorce you at the same time and you weren’t even married yet.

“Why, because you’re going to suck frozen dick at some point in your life? Because my dick isn’t ever at subzero temperatures, so unless you’re sucking Mr. Freeze or Subzero’s dick–”

You waved your arms in a panicky manner, flapping your sleeves like a fucking seagull. “No, no, no, I read something online–”

“Oh, you read something online!” he exclaimed, wiggling in place, and now it sure as hell sounded like Kim Seokjin was mocking you while also being disappointed in you and if that wasn’t the most big dad energy you weren’t sure what was. “Yes, because that totally means you should perform fellatio on an ice pop in front of Yoongi of all fucking people! Are you trying to get bronchitis or something–”

“I admit it was a mistake!”

“A miss-take! It was a terrible take! Cut! Refilm! Actually, no, because maybe don’t try to give a blowjob to a fucking popsicle at the boardwalk in broad daylight!”

You smacked Seokjin in the chest and he looked highly offended, finally shutting up for one goddamn second so you could (poorly) explain your logic behind the incident.

“Look, Yoongi was not supposed to be there. At all. I got mine first and you all were deciding and arguing, so I decided to sit down and eat it, but then I noticed it was a specific length–”

Seokjin’s eyebrows rose so high they nearly left his face.

You prodded him in the pecs and he winced, pouting at you.

“So, I tried to put it in my mouth, but then Yoongi showed up and fucking spooked me and I jabbed myself in the throat because I was surprised and ended up rocket-launching my ice lolly across the sidewalk and then these fucking seagulls showed up, those bastards–”

“None of this explains why you tried to do it in the first place.”

“Uh…”

Your eyes shifted awkwardly.

Seokjin impatiently tapped his naked wrist that had no watch on it.

“I read it… in an online smut story I was reading…”

You perfectly handsome boyfriend might actually get a wrinkle if he continued to raise his eyebrows to the fucking moon. “You do what?”

You poked your index fingers together, biting your lip. “Because… I’m not very good at it… so I was thinking maybe I could learn some tips or something…”

“What?”

Now his voice was soft, immediately dropping the act and his anger. You saw him reach out and place his hand over yours, wrapping his fingers around tightly, tugging. You looked up and he tilted his head, brow knitted in worry.

“Hey,” Seokjin frowned, full lower lip sticking out. “What do you mean, you’re not good at it? You are. I like everything you do.”

You chewed on your lip anxiously. “But… but…” It was a stupid thought and, honestly, not that big of a deal, but it had been eating away at you for a while, so you just winced and let it out.

“You never finish with my mouth.”

Rapid blinking was his response. His eyebrows disappeared under his brown hair again.

“And it bothers me. You always finish with your hand into my mouth, but I can’t seem to do it by myself.”

Seokjin’s lips parted, looking apologetic. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

You wrung your hands, loosening his grip on you. “I don’t know, it seems weird to say in the moment and it’s embarrassing… I thought maybe I wasn’t good enough…”

“No, no,” he said gently, holding your shoulders and shaking his head. “I...” His ears turned bright red and he swallowed. “I just like… seeing it shoot out into your mouth.” He coughed awkwardly, squeezing your shoulders. “It’s, er, nice, watching my cum drip onto your tongue and lips…” Seokjin cleared his throat and smiled, cheeks puffing out, looking a bit like the sides of freshly baked bread. “I didn’t realize my selfishness was making you feel inadequate. That’s not it at all. I only wanted to make it easier on you, and, cough, it’s kind of hot…”

“O… oh.”

He patted your shoulder fondly. “It’s only a misunderstanding. We can do whatever you want next time, okay? I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I will do better.”

You nodded and smiled, feeling much more relieved about the whole thing. Seokjin always had the ability to help you let things go, and it always made you feel a little lighter. It was part of the past now and you wouldn’t be bothered if Yoongi teased you any longer, because you had the best boyfriend in the whole world. There was no need to feel embarrassed.

You wrapped your arms around Seokjin and gave him a big, fierce hug.

Only to be impaled in the lower stomach.

“Ow!”

“Ack!”

You jerked back, whipping your head down.

“No, no, no, stop! Stop looking!”

“Why are you hard?!”

Seokjin waved his arms and abruptly flapped his hands down on his massive tent. “We were talking about blowjobs! And you! What do you think is going to happen?” he spluttered, the red creeping from his ears to his cheeks now, matching the exact shades used on merchandise during Christmas time with emerald green pajamas and a red face.

You gawked at him and he gawked back.

Wait.

“This is a perfect chance!”

“No, no, no, it is not, cease and desist, woman! Everyone is coming back soo–Gah!”

There was flurry of movement and Seokjin’s pajama pants were flung off, along with his shirt, and you were pushing him down onto the bed, him panicking the entire time, but he couldn’t have been that mad about it, because he was helping you by backing up, yelping as you hooked your fingers over the waistband of his underwear and yanked down, freeing his erection that nearly slapped you in the face.

“You trying to take out my eyeball?” you teased, grinning.

“You assaulting me and you’re upset that I’m fighting back?” Seokjin retorted, trying to hide his smile and be serious, but he was terrible at that and so were you, both of you grinning like a pair of idiots.

Well, you were certainly a little bit of an idiot for trying to deep throat a – you’re right, we’ll let it go (for now).

“I learned some things,” you said excitedly, forcing his legs open abruptly and making him squeak.

“Things? Ack!”

You leaned down and lifted his hard length up delicately, licking a fat stripe from base to tip, sighing softly as you came into contact with the velvety skin and his clean scent, Seokjin gasping above you, but suddenly this was not about him, this was about the cock in front of you and all the information you had complied to this point, ready to apply your learning. You wrapped your lips around the head, swiping your tongue on the underside, and Seokjin groaned, hips twitching but you grabbed them and pressed them firmly to the bed, shooting him a glare.

“Don’t interrupt me,” you growled around his dick.

He gave you a helpless frown. “Hello, I’m still attached to this di–”

You stared at him and slid your tongue out from your lips, swirling it around his girth, pressing the sensitive tip around the contours of your mouth, his eyes widening as he witnessed spit dripping from the wet muscle.

“O… oh…”

You let your eyes drift over his form, slowly, slowly, savoring the lines of his body, broad shoulders, shapely collarbones, the curve downwards to his trim waist, all the while taking him your mouth, tongue and lips soft and mouth tight, breathing deeply, eyes flickering up to his face and his expanding pupils, watching you with awe.

“Holy shit… and you’re not even naked… o-oh, fuck…”

You cocked an eyebrow, probably looking much more confident than you actually felt, but that didn’t matter. Fake it till you make it, right? And besides, every protagonist in every story has a moment of letting go and having courage and this was your moment, inorganic or not, flexing your tongue against Seokjin’s ever stiffening length, his breathing turning into wispy moans, watching you poised over him with his dick in your mouth, still wearing the silk pajamas and yet.

He watched you with amazement, love and lust in his brown orbs.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Your ears burned hot and you tried not to choke on his dick in embarrassment.

Don’t ruin the moment!

Somehow you managed not to freak out and pressed your lips to the base of his cock, hitting his crotch, the uncomfortable feeling of too full expanding your throat, the head practically plugging your airway, but one glance at Seokjin and the suffocation was worth it, seeing him tip his head back, messy brown hair sliding past his forehead, groaning your name with his eyes closed.

You pulled back a little, took a breath, and went back down for the kill.

“What the fuck…?”

Lower lip opening, tongue stretching out, only able to move the tip a bit at the top of his balls. Hm. This wasn’t working. You adjusted and cupped a hand under them, lifting the two soft mounds and pressing them to your chin, your tongue swiping out over them, his dick bending a little in your mouth (more flexible and a lot warmer than an ice lolly, by the way), and Seokjin was losing it above you, shuddering and whining, a mix of curses and your name as you turned your head to get a different angle, the tip of his cock pushed to one side of your throat, determined to see what was most comfortable and got you the best reaction, saliva coating his balls and causing them to become more slippery. You furrowed your brows and gripped his balls tighter, smearing the slick liquid over the soft skin and Seokjin moaned obscenely loudly, falling onto the bed, back arching.

“Oooh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Abruptly, your throat spasmed, reminding you that needed to breathe, and you pulled back, coughing and panting slightly.

“Does that feel good?” you wheezed. Not the sexiest. You grimaced and cleared your throat, asking again. “Did that feel good for you?”

Seokjin tipped his head up, brown eyes glazed over, breathing hard. “Ah… It feels nice, but I don’t think I could finish with that…” Your frown deepened, but he shook his head, sending his brown hair floating everywhere. “It’s not tight enough. But it’s an insane turn on, so I think I could cum faster after…” He coughed, cheeks flushing. “After feeling and seeing it, you know?”

Your frown erased and you nodded, gently rubbing his soaked balls, seeing him shiver and his breathing shallow. “I think I understand, yeah.”

“Can… ah, can you finish me, p-please, ack, you k-keep – fuuuuuuuck…”

You went down again, but this time your focus was on the tightness of your mouth, tongue sliding from side to side, bobbing your head in a smooth, swift motion, keeping your lips soft, eyes closing as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, completely focused on the sensation of Seokjin in between your lips, breathing him in, the soft scent of fresh soap and his sweetness, trying to remember if there was anything you had forgotten.

Ah, yes!

You tipped your head back slightly and Seokjin cried out, heady and erotic, as the head of his cock dragged along the roof of your mouth before burying into your throat, over and over, hot saliva and a squirming tongue amplifying the sensation, realizing you needed to relax your throat but clench your mouth muscles while relaxing your lips and doing all this while keeping track of where his cock was going in your mouth so you didn’t accidentally choke on his dick.

A whole new level of multitasking.

Was the writer of that erotica you were reading some kind of sex god, because what the fuck–

But it didn’t matter, because even if it was sloppy and you couldn’t focus on all these things simultaneously, Seokjin was feeling only pleasure, fingers curling in the sheets, barely able to choke out his words through his moans.

“F-Faster, please…”

Faster? You could barely keep up as it was!

“Please…” he whined and you obeyed immediately, faster it was, because you were weak for him, weak for Kim Seokjin and his pleading face, pupils so blown out he seemed intoxicated, drunk on pleasure, and that made you aroused too, seeing your effect of him, tightening ever more and increasing the pace, the wet smacking sounds quickening, echoing in the bedroom with his lustful groans of your name, so sweet and loving that if you weren’t going to pass out from how fast you were going, you were surely going to pass out from the overwhelming adoration in his eyes. It made you push for a little bit more, push your limits a little harder, made you feel like you could do this.

For him.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

Seokjin gripped the sheets tight and threw his head back, chest expanding with a low moan, thrusting his hips up and cock jolting, shooting thick streams into your throat, and your eyes widened, forced to stop, feeling his cum pool, creamy and viscous, tasting the delicious saltiness at the base of your tongue, your eyelids fluttering a little at the feeling of the tip rutting against the roof of your mouth and more dribbling out, coating the inside of your mouth.

Oh.

Oooh, fuck, it felt good.

You swallowed, feeling victorious and insanely horny, tongue circling round and round his flinching stiffness, able to sense the pulse and his shudders, descending again because you couldn’t get enough, so good, the feeling of him still in your mouth, him shivering at your persistent licks and light sucks, stroking his hips and moaning at the skin to skin.

The front door banged open downstairs and there was a lot of laughing and shouting.

Your eyes snapped open and Seokjin looked back at you in sheer panic.

The footsteps up the stairs proved they were being taken two at a time.

“Shit.”

Never had Seokjin yanked his cock so fast out of your lips (sad) and snatched his underwear and pajamas, bolting to the bathroom and throwing himself in there in record time the literal second the bedroom door was yanked open by rambunctious strength and a grin whose front teeth were ever-so-slightly too large for his face.

“Hyung, noona!”

You were laying with your head in your hand and your elbow on the bed, which was probably too sexual and weird for Jeon Jungkook, but that was all you got that this moment. He gave you a slightly disturbed and confused look under his big black bucket hat.

“Where’s hyung?”

You coughed and lowered your hand, trying to get in a less awkward position. “B-bathroom…” you rasped. Oh no. Did you go too hard? You sounded a bit like the crypt keeper. Fortunately, you didn’t look like one, so there was that. You rubbed your throat, wincing at the soreness. You definitely went a bit rough. You weren’t no young spring chicken anymore. You were going to feel that in the morning.

Sacrifices had to be made.

Jungkook pouted, bounding up to you and tilting his head. He was a moving black fabric mountain with his long-sleeved shirt and billowy shorts. “Are you really sick, noona? Do you want hot tea or some milk?”

Oh my God, Jungkook, I just sucked some dick and that’s why I sound dead.

Don’t say that.

“I… I’ll be fine, Jungkook. Did you have a nice walk?”

“Oh, yeah! There were fireworks! I think the city was celebrating something, and it was so colorful and pretty…”

You sat there and nodded, trying to listen intently while trying not to think about how Seokjin was in the bathroom rinsing off his saliva and cum-covered dick literal meters from you and oblivious Jungkook.

You saw movement behind Jungkook’s excitedly bouncing head. No straw hat, just black hair flattened against his forehead, covering his cat-like, dark brown eyes.

Yoongi.

He smirked, holding up a box.

Frozen ice lollys, the fizzy soda flavor that was light blue.

A muscle in your eye twitched.

Asshole.

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masterpost

[strawberryscouts]

🍓 : closing time ; w/ smiley *･゜ﾟ･*

summary: smiley is a little distracted on the job, his brain filled with thoughts of the shop’s opening day and his pretty little girlfriend

pairing: timeskip!kawata nahoya x f!reader

warnings: 18+ minors DNI slight timeskip tokyorev spoilers (?), fluff + smut, cursing, semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, fingering, health code violations (fucking on tables lmao), not proofread ⁄(⁄ ⁄ ⁄ω⁄ ⁄ ⁄)⁄

a/n: well, here it is! my first work on this blog and my first fic written in…i don’t even know lmao. i apologize in advance for how much this probably blows and for any spelling/grammatical errors. i may have a degree in linguistics but that don’t mean a bitch can spell (/ω＼) feedback would be much appreciated and thanks for reading!!

“i can handle it from here, you know…if you need to get home you can dip”

nahoya’s head jerked up, eyes meeting his twins and catching the pointed look he was giving him. slipping his phone back into his back pocket, the elder twin let out a chuckle.

“i’m not about to leave you to deal with this shit, man. i know i’m a little distracted but having me here is better than having nobody at all..c’mon,” he teases.

souya‘s expression doesn’t change. it screams “are you serious?”, and nahoya scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“if you’d take a look around, bro…you’d see that it’s dead as fuck in here now. trust me, i got it. plus if i have to watch you grinning at your phone for another second i think i might dunk my head in hot broth,” souya insists, grabbing some empty bowls from the tables surrounding them.

nahoya thinks about it for a moment, really judging the situation. the grand opening for ‘evil twins’ had brought in more people than they’d originally expected, keeping the twins booked and busy for almost a week straight and while it was an amazing accomplishment, nahoya really fucking missed you. you’d been there on opening day, helping take photos of the twins cutting the ribbon to their new place, helping take orders in your cute little apron, and just being a general supportive presence. you’d also been there that night after they closed up for the first time, bidding farewell to the silently suspicious younger twin while you and nahoya stayed behind to “christen” the building.

“it’s for good luck. if we fuck here, the good vibes will spread and people will feel it and come by the bus-load!” you’d told him with a smile rivaling his own spread across your face.

“that’s a fucking great idea babe, i’m down,” he easily agreed, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back inside the cozy shop. making sure he locked the door behind him, he turned off the main dining area lights, leaving the kitchen ones on to create a dimly lit setting. you busied yourself with making sure the blinds were closed, although the thought of giving someone a show didn’t completely turn you off, it was probably better for business if you kept your secret for success just that, a secret.

“c’mere, pretty. you were such a good help today, you know that?” nahoya’s voice floated over to you from the bar area and you nearly skipped into his arms. he wrapped them around you tight, pulling you flush against his chest while reaching down to rub across the curve of your ass.

“it was nothing, hoya. i know how important today was for you guys and i wanted to! you know i’d do anything for you, baby,” you preen. tilting your head up, you meet your boyfriend’s grinning face and lick your lips. he was so fucking handsome. even after a full day of running around slinging noodles, he looked like he just stepped out of a magazine and in that moment you felt so lucky to be able to call him yours.

nahoya didn’t miss the look you were giving him either. with a small chuckle, he met you halfway, bringing your plush lips to his. you tasted the strawberry chapstick he’d borrowed from you earlier in the day on his lips and licked at his mouth for more, making him open up and drag his tongue across yours. kissing nahoya always left you breathless and dizzy, like he was sucking the air out of your lungs but somehow his arms around you were keeping you from going completely weightless. he tugged lightly on your bottom lip with his teeth before pulling away completely and pulling at your hips to turn you around so your back was to the bar.

“hop up here, angel. i wanna say thank you for your hard work today,” he was breathing heavy, you had just as much of an affect on him as he did you.

“are you sure? souya wiped everything down so nice earlier…” you trailed off, thinking about how the somber twin would blow up if he found out what you and nahoya were planning get into after hours.

“angel…this was your idea! plus there’s no fucking way we’re gonna tell him. just let me take care of you how you took care of me, okay?” he insisted, thumbs rubbing little circles on your hips.

you sighed, lifting yourself backwards onto the bar table and spreading your legs enough for nahoya to fit between them. his hands ran up and down your thighs, pushing your skirt back past your knees and giving him a full look at your panties.

“fuck…look at you. always so fucking pretty for me,” he breathed out, barely a whisper but it still reached your ears. the change in his voice had you growing warm already. “lean that head back for me, angel,”

you obeyed, exposing your neck for him as he pulled your body closer to him by the hips. your clothed pussy was flush against his abdomen and his lips were quickly attached to the flesh of your neck, licking and sucking loudly.

“baby! if you leave marks i’m not gonna be able to hide what we got up to tonight,” you whined, weakly trying to push his attacking form back. “i want to help out with the lunch rush tomorrow!”

“fuck that,” he groaned against your skin. “you’re gonna need to take the day off tomorrow to rest up,”

the implications of his words had you clenching around nothing and grinding your body closer to his. you gently grabbed the sides of his face to bring him back up to your lips, kissing his sloppily. he moaned openly into your mouth, smug at how easily you’d given into him. you felt his smile through the kiss and it was driving you crazy and making you impossibly wetter.

“please hoya…” you breathed out between kisses. “need you now,”

he laughed darkly and pulled back from your swollen lips. two taps to your thigh had you spreading your legs for him again, giving his access to your now ruined panties. he tugged them down with practiced ease and you shivered a little when your ass touched the cool table surface. slowly, you began to reach for his pants to undo them as well but nahoya grabbed your hands and maneuvered your body back, laying you on your back on the length of the bar. “did you forget, baby? i’m rewarding you. you can help me afterwards,”

you groaned wantonly, knowing what was coming next. he crouched down until he was eye level with your throbbing core, making you hold your breath in anticipation. “please don’t tease, hoya. i want you!”

his response was to take both hands on either side of your mound, using his thumbs to spread your pussy open and lick a long strip up the entire length of your slit. you gasped, chest heaving at the sudden feeling and your legs tensed. nahoya wasted no time, giving you more licks and taking the time to spread you open for him. from your clit to your pretty little hole, he drug his tongue slowly and firmly, warming you up without making you think he was being a tease. you deserved it after all. everyone who visited today was greeted with your cheerful and smiling face, sending him compliments on his “lovely wife” on their way out after filling their bellies. he didn’t have the heart to correct them, after all…he was planning to wife you one day. but for now, he was content with making out with your pussy, giving you the kinds of feelings he knows only he can bring out of you. he felt your body tense and relax with his movements, then begin to tremble as he focused his tongue on your swollen clit. quicker strokes of the tongue here had him gripping the meat of your thighs for purchase. you were moaning and breathing heavy now, breathlessly telling him to take it easy or you’d cum too fast.

“i know what i’m doing, angel. just lay back and take it,” he cooed, leaving another kiss on your little bud. left hand moving from your thigh, he trailed down to your dripping slit, dragging his index finger along the folds and collecting your arousal. he brought his hand up to your lips, giving you that look. obediently, you opened your mouth and took his finger in, tongue cleaning yourself off of him without being told. the sight of you being so good for him had nahoya’s cock jumping in his jeans, but he had to focus on you right now, on making you feel good and showing you how much he liked having you around as his little helper.

bringing his lips back to your clit he licked and sucked in a steady rhythm, pulling sounds from you that he was happy nobody else was around to hear. you were covered in a thin film of sweat now, shirt pushed up past your breasts so that you could start pulling and twisting on your own nipples in response to the insane feelings your boyfriend was bringing out of you down below. it was so fucking hot in here, your mind filled with steam and pleasure and just nahoya.

“babe…more! gonna…g-gonna cum,” you squeaked out, legs wrapping around his shoulders and starting to squeeze.

he was basically grinning into your cunt at your words, roughly pushing his finger inside you to help push you over the edge and feel you explode all over his face. he could tell you were close, your legs were shaking around him and he could practically feel your pulse through your clit on his lips. just a little more, he just had to push you a little more.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh yes i’m cumming!” you cried out, feeling the electric pleasure wash over all over your body. you were panting, grabbing onto nahoya’s hair for some sense of grounding. he didn’t stop though, continuing to pump his finger into your quivering pussy and sucking relentlessly on your clit. the hand left on your thighs attempting to hold you still was bound to leave a mark tomorrow. finally, after what felt like full minutes later, your breathing slowed and your body floated back down from wherever the hell your smiley boyfriend managed to take it.

“that was…so god damn…good,” you managed to get out between deep breaths. nahoya laughed, wiping your cum from his lips and coming up to kiss you sweetly. you could still taste yourself on his lips and the that had you trembling all over again. “is it my turn to take care of you now, babe?,” you began, looking at him through lidded eyes heavy from the aftermath of cumming so hard.

nahoya responded with pressing himself against your body on the table, letting you feel exactly what you had done to him. his cock was straining against his jeans, you could feel it twitching sporadically as he looked right into your eyes. “i’m definitely not gonna turn down any more help from you, angel,”

-

“BRO! ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING TO ME?”

nahoya blinked hard, snapping himself out of the memory from last week. souya was pissed, nothing new but still not fun. what the hell had he even been saying?

“umm…yes? no? i don’t know..but you’re right. i am about to head out for the day,”

souya rolled his eyes hard at the redundancy his brother was spouting off, and watched as the older twin shrugged off his apron and untied the bandanna keeping his hair down.

“i owe you one for this, little bro,” nahoya teased, punching souya in the shoulder before hopping over the empty bar and heading to the door.

“whatever…just be ready to close on your own whenever i get a girlfriend too,” the younger twin grumbled. he was happy for nahoya, he really was…he was just tired of seeing him all lovesick and horny when they were supposed to be focused on customers. things would go a lot smoother once his brother checked in with you. you always managed to keep him level headed.

“catch ya at home, alright?” nahoya waved and bidded farewell to his twin as well as the couple people sitting inside the shop, then he slipped out the door. with a little spring in his step and a grin ghosting his lips, he grabbed his phone and quickly punched your contact.

“hey, angel. it’s me! i’m on my way to you right now….yeah for real! it’s been a tough day, though…you really wanna help?….be ready for me when i get there, naked and spread wide like i like, okay?….good girl. be there in 10,”